[center][h2]Thalassa[/h2][/center]

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Such a strange name, Thalassa thought to herself. Letting the name settle and replay in the depths of her mind several times before she dare open her mouth to speak. [b]"[color=pink]Are you named after a relative?[/color]"[/b] she asked glancing away from his piecing eyes, to the soft magenta of her tail. Thalassa had been named after her fathers mother. Who was the queen before her own mother and father had ruled. The story of the previous queen was quite thrilling. Since the original Thalassa had been a child she had wished to be a fighter instead of simply a delicate princess. And her father had embraced this about this daughter, allowing her to learn her away behind any weapon, and at the age of 12 she had her own division of royal guards that she was allowed to command to protect the city from criminals within it. When she had been old enough to marry, Thalassa the First married a elite Knight of the royal guard. Whom she had actually trained herself, despite her being older than himself. The queen still indulged in activities she found exciting and enjoyable, while raising her only son. Most referred to her as the Knight Queen. She was not afraid to fight or risk her life for the welfare of even the poorest of her peasants. Everyone had value in her eyes. Thalassa liked to think, that because of her grandmother, she also felt that ever thing that moves or breaths has value. Whether it be the smallest fish, or the most beautiful coral. If such feelings could be hereditary.