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Lyta found her smile growing as the story went on. It was hard to imagine him in a dancers classroom, but then perhaps the lessons had stayed with him more than he realised. She thought of the way he had demonstrated movements, how he carried himself and walked. A soldier yes, but perhaps there...

Lyta startled herself by quite how loud she laughed at the idea. "Mordred refuses to go near her if he can help it," the Blood Guardian seemed to despise her more than her own brother did. She had never really been able to get to the bottom of it. Once, she had wondered if it was a thing of...

Lyta continued to watch the stars as though they might help offer guidance on what she could say. Mikko was not the first, nor would he be the last, to think the Guardians more than they were. Some citizens of Valenntenia worshipped them like people did the Gods in other parts of the world. They...

Lyta could not resist giving a small twirl, butterfly wings shimmering as she did so, under Mikko's appreciative gaze. She had politely thanked every person who had offered her a compliment, yet this was the first one of the evening that had made her blush and tied her stomach in odd knots. She...

Lyta startled when Mikko drew to her side. She was used to people seeking to touch her hand or asking for her to kiss a newborn and bless them with sweet dreams, but never a man and never when she was alone with them. In a forest no less! Her cheeks heated as he drew her in against his broad...

One moment, Lyta was slipping through the crowds to fetch herself a drink having just escaped from Lord Elmrose, the next there was a hand on her wrist and she was being pulled back towards the dancefloor. She whirled to face her new captor, readying her practised smile and polite refusal for it...

"Oh Mikko, this is..." Over the years, Lyta had sat for various portraits commissioned by both of her parents, and her grandmother when she had still been a Guardian herself. She had been taught the perfect poses, the perfect smile, the perfect posture in order for the artists to produce a...

Lyta could hardly chide him for his own blush when hers had crept from her cheeks down her throat and up to her hairline. Why, she imagined if it were not for the firelight he would think she looked like a tomato! The thought made her cringe and brush uselessly at a strand of hair in the hopes...

"Of course, Guardian Hruugen. I would be honoured," Lyta inclined her head with a smile. "Everyone here knows where I live, it should be easy for you to find me," if she was not at home then there was usually a trail of people who followed her about the town asking for blessings for their...

A dainty blush spread across her cheeks. "Me?" she subconsciously reached a hand up to pat the strands of her silken hair that had come loose in their journey here. Her mother always praised her long locks but when she had to travel, Lyta had to admit they were more of a pain than a boon. She...

"Oh Mikko this is..." Lyta cradled the journal in her lap like one would a fragile doll. She turned each page with upmost care, lingering on every portrait to properly appreciate it. Even in the fading light of dusk she could tell the talent that had drawn each line, the passion and love that...

Lyta laughed with utter delight at Hruugen's story of his youth. Perhaps if he loved climbing so, she would invite him to scale some of the mountain peaks with her at their next check-in. When her body was not so drained and brittle from carrying the weight of a nation's dreams. "Those are...

Lyta knew at that moment, she and the new Guardian of Light were to be good friends. The cloud of sadness that had temporarily ruined her good mood vanished, her face softening back into its almost permanent smile. She squeezed his hand in a silent thank you. "You are very kind, Sir. We...

Lyta blinked. "Why, the people of course," it had never occurred to her there were any other reasons Valenntenia felt like home. Of course, there were little things she really loved. Like the bakery run by the Oswalds with the pretty flower boxes outside that made the most delicious chocolate...

Despite a faint blush gracing her cheeks, Lyta found herself smiling at his laugh. It had taken her months to get Brom to crack a smile, let alone laugh at her jokes. Her brother had always teased her growing up that she was too serious for her jokes to be funny, but her father had always...