[center][h3][b][i]Saoirse[/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[center][i]Princess of Seanate[/i][/center]
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"Your Majesty." It was all she had said, alongside the other advisors, in the room before calamity struck. Silence before the storm, and with a sudden lucidity, her father was proclaiming they were besieged and everyone was rushing to and fro as they readied themselves for whatever sudden assailant had come to their peaceful land. Saoirse saw her father sprint from the chamber, and she gave chase, towards the heart of their home, the main hall of the castle wherein he called out to his loyal soldiers and servants - his voice echoing throughout the halls and corridors with both power and urgency.

"Father! Father! Please wait!" She cried out, but then he bellowed orders to nearby knights, ordering them to keep her back, to keep her safe, and fleeting anger clouded her mind, as she struggled against the knight that suddenly seized her. Farther her father became, as he bravely led his gathering forces towards the castle's gates. He left her sight, and she desperately tried to break free once more, but to no avail. She remained held behind, unable to see what would happen. She was helpless, and could only pray that the Divine answer her plight for she could not endure losing her father now.

"Please, don't leave me." She bemoaned, with the dreadful realization that she had shown weakness once again.