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Kiara looked up at her father with pleading eyes. Cynbel was unseelie as well and, as such, a slave to his love for troublemaking, and the tone he used oozed [i]trouble[/i]. Upon looking at his daughter and her adorable puppydog eyes, he caved. [color=8493ca]"As you wish, Princess.”[/color] Kiki’s eyes widened and scanned the immediate area, hoping nobody heard that. Technically, being the great granddaughter of the Queen [i]did[/i] make her a Princess, but Moriganne had reigned for nearly a millennia, and that wasn’t looking to change anytime soon.

[color=8493ca]“But, I’m afraid that means we must cut this dance short, as said admirer is coming this way.”[/color] Cynbel held her hand and spun Kiara out of their embrace. They were the most graceful dancers on the entire floor and had gained several onlookers over time. Kiara responded to the spin with a dip, arching her back as she extended her right arm back in a pretty straight line before being pulled back towards her father. [color=8493ca]“I must be going soon, anyway. But, before I do, I need to apologize for something.” [/color]There was a steely seriousness in the war chief’s eyes that made Kiara feel uncomfortable. [color=8493ca]"I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I was and continue to be a terrible father.”[/color] he admitted in a whisper. It wasn’t like him to show any emotion besides those found in war and battle, and the grief of losing his mate.

Kiara reached a pale scrawny hand up to his cheek. [color=ed1c24]“It’s okay.”[/color] [i]It wasn’t[/i]. [color=ed1c24]“You were just following the code: Passion before duty. War is your passion and I am just...”[/color] her voice caught in her throat as she tried to hide the hurt in her eyes. [color=ed1c24]“I will grow and learn here, and prove myself worthy of passion, not duty.”[/color]

Cynbel kissed her forehead once more. Kiara closed her eyes, hoping to hold back tears, while Cynbel’s eyes locked with the dragon’s over her head. In one look, Cynbel passed judgement, reluctant approval, and an underlying threat, before returning his attention to his daughter. [color=8493ca]“You already are.”[/color] he said and stroked her cheek softly before turning to walk away. It felt like the ground was shaking, but maybe that was just the feeling of her heart breaking. Again. Kiara looked after him, his gossamer cape billowing out from his armor, adorned with the royal crest of the Unseelie fae. [i]So much for trying to keep a low profile…[/i]

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“Hello Kiara have we been enjoying the festivities?” [/color]Suleykaar’s voice brought her back to the present. [i]Shit.[/i] She had approximately three milliseconds to compose herself and hide any signs of weakness from the dragon before turning to face him. [color=ed1c24]“Let’s see…” [/color]she began with a dark grin.  [color=ed1c24]“I stole a kiss [i]and[/i] I danced with two of the most handsome men in the room so far. I’d say that’s a pretty good start.”[/color] She took a step towards him and crossed her arms behind her back coyly. [color=ed1c24]“Have you come to me to make it better, or worse?”[/color] she asked in a sultry voice, her eyes the same shade of red that dancing with Morgan had brought out earlier.