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"Brother..."

"Victoria, my queen. My sword is broken, what do you even expect me to accomplish by going there?"

"Victor. I'm not sending you there on some grand quest or glorious mission. I can't exactly tell you the details but let me say this. Father, is up there within the heavens, and he is watching you. Needless to say, he is disappointed by your actions and decision to hole yourself up here for so long. I need you to pick yourself back up and do as I request." "Shit, it's not like I can tell him Goddess Loha ordered me to send you there."

"You need me? Nonsense sis. I've read the reports, you don't need me. You're running the kingdom fine without me, in fact you're probably doing much better than I would've if I'd inherited the throne." 

"You. I needed you alright. I needed my brother, my only remaining family to support me as I had to endure sleepless months running this kingdom. I was suddenly thrust into this position, and the one man who had spent his entire life in preparation for it disappeared on me. Hiding away in some country side manor. I needed you damnit! I'm fucking suffering, I'm lonely! I need you to be there for me, do you not understand!? I'm not asking you to create a perfect world. I'm asking you to be in my life."

Angered, Victoria De Lagos slammed her fist into the table before her. Smashing it down into the cobblestone. Knights were quick to barge through the doors, finding no intruders and only an angered Queen.

Her single gaze that shot towards them, sent them back out of the room. Before she returned her thoughts to her brother.

"Fuck, why did I end up with such a shitty sibling. First he desires my body and now he desires nothing to do with the world I live in. Why is he so extreme!? Why is there no mid-way point?"

Victoria De Lagos, stood adorning her military uniform, which was based upon Asai's designs but coloured in gold, red and black. The outfit upon her person emphasized her authority rather than her feminine charms. She continued to frown upon the man who remained seated. Unyielding in his stubbornness to rot away here.

She drew her blade, placing the edge upon his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Tell me, dearest brother. Why should I keep you alive? There's so many nobles out there who still desire your head for the disastrous results of your little campaign for glory. Why should I continue to defend you whilst you contribute absolute zero to our kingdom. In fact, right now you're no better than a leach."

She continued to gaze into the man's golden eyes. Hoping for something, anything. But the man only continued to stare back in silence.

"Tsk!" Victoria sheathed her sword. Dropping the weapon upon the stone, the clatter echoing amongst the silence. She made her way to the door, and without turning back she spoke her last words.

"Since you've lost your purpose in life. I shall give you a new one. Your maid Daisy shall be relocated to the new garrison up north, you shall be sent there not as the prince but as her bodyguard. It is your duty to protect and defend her."

Her footsteps were agonisingly loud. The knights outside opened the doors for her, bowing their heads slightly. Her steps halted.

"Father is watching you. Don't disappoint him anymore than you already have!"

With her retinue of knights and servants, the queen of the kingdom departed.

Mary entered the room as soon as she noticed their exit. Within the hall, she found the prince upon his knees. In his hands was a beautifully crafted sword. His tears fell, splashing upon the blade.

Daisy knew not what thoughts were currently inflicting his mind and soul, but she ran on over and quickly embraced him regardless. Afraid of hurting her, Victor was quick to sheathe the blade. Accepting her hug.

"Daisy, I'm sorry. Because of me, it seems you'll be traveling somewhere dangerous."  Daisy was trying to drag the man up of his knees. However, his larger torso and heavier mass didn't allow her to do so.

"Daisy, listen to me." Victor pushed her a step back. He stood, attaching the sword upon his belt.

He kneeled upon one knee before her.

"Daisy, I Victor Del Lagos, am eternally grateful for what you've done, and I sincerely hope that you'll continue being in my life now and forever. I solemnly vow that as long as I draw breath. I will protect you from all evil and no harm shall ever come upon your person."

Daisy's expression quickly flushed, her hands tried to pull the man up again, but he simply caught her hands, landing kisses upon them like a knight would. She became speechless, her mind blown. Her thoughts remembered all those fairy tales. "M-my prince-"

"-Shh, when it's just the two of us, please address me as Victor." The man stood, gently kissing her lips as her mind continued to spin and spur.

The door opened once more, and men clad in full armour. Completely battle ready marched in. Quick to surround Victor and Daisy, the templars kneeled. Renewing their vows of fealty upon their lord and prince.

Istvan, at the forefront kept his gaze upon the two. Committing his sword and shield not just for the prince, but now, for his lover also. Istvan and the captains had already been informed by Victoria's servants. Their orders were to ensure Daisy never left the northern lands. As much as this order was basically exile, the templars were actually in great joy.

"Queen Victoria Del Lagos, has ordered us to travel to the far north. However, in her haste, she seems to have forgotten to set a date and time. So, Istvan my old friend. How about a friendly spar to warm up my muscles? It's been a while since I've wielded the blade."

Istvan stood, his back straight, his eyes filled with tears of joy. "Finally! His Highness is back!" Nodding fervently, the man obliged.