Aerith & Tifa (Tirith)

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Is something the matter your highness?" She asked as she began to brush the Princess's long hair and braid it back with silver thread.

[The Painted Lady]

"N-no," Sabela stumbled, still looking down as she felt one of those threatening tears slip her guard.

[Tifa Lockhart]

The maid stopped for a second in her work, then quickly finished the braid before turning to face the Princess.
"I may be commoner 'lady... and i may not be educated. But i know when somethings wrong."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela shook her head.
"It is something I am not permitted to talk about," she said, trying to close the discussion.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Alright Milady." the maid surrendered easily, knowing better than to pry in the affairs of nobles, 'Just thought i should offer, good and proper like." She urged Sabela to her feet.
"Come see the dress the seamstriss made for ye your Highness... it is beautiful." She urged Sabela across the room to her changing screen where the dress hung.

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[The Painted Lady]

Any other time, Sabela may have gushed over the dress, always appreciative of the work done for her. But this time, she could barely manage a smile. Everything this dress represented... it tore her up.
It was beautiful; white silk-like material with intricate gold details, particularly on the corset. The skirt was cut so that a small train would trail behind her. She tried to stop herself from crying. She would gladly give up this dress, no matter how beautiful it was, just to have the mere chance of being with Llyr. She sighed softly.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Alright My Lady." The maid said gently, holding up another gown, much more simple in design but still very beautiful. "Let's get you ready... your carriage is waiting." On the outside of the clothing screen back in the main room men had begun to enter and take her bags. Amongst them was a stern face Llyr, but he did not spare a second glance around the room, he kept his eyes glued to his task.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela swallowed hard, wanting desperately to flatly refuse and run away, but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she looked back down again, nodding to her maid.
"Okay..." she said softly.

[Tifa Lockhart]

The Maid moved forward, removing Sabela's nightgown and slipping on the gown. She then focused her attention to tying the laces on the bodice.
The group of men returned once more for the last of the bags, and one of them remained standing at attention by the door. It was Llyr in his full armour and insignias as the Princesses Personal Guard. He stood staring at the wall, his expression unreadable.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela flinched a little as the lace was pulled a little too tight, but didn't say anything. She felt too numb to realise any pain. Her chin dropped a little.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"There y'are Milady." The maid said, stepping back and dipping respectfully, "Good luck ye majesty." She then turned to leave.
As the Maid hurried by him Llyr went a little tense, now his duties would begin... he was to escort her to the carriage and then guard her all the way to Hasnia.
He stood at attention, waiting rigidly for her to emerge.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela emerged, hands clasped loosely together in front of her, eyes cast to the floor. There was a moment of silence.
"Just tell me this is some horrible nightmare..." she whispered to Llyr.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr didn't reply for a long moment, he moved away from the wall and knelt before Sabela, his hand pressed to his heart.
"I am to escort you My Lady." He said in a very formal tone, then as he straightened and fell into his place just behind her, he whispered back. "Were it only..."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela sought for Llyr's hand, if only to give it a quick squeeze.
"I hate this..." she whispered.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr flinched slightly when Sabela took his hand, but after a quick look around he squeezed her hand back.
"Be strong." He said, his voice weak, "I'm not going anywhere."