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I really wanted to reply though so I just typed whatever and posted it))

Aera felt a slight relief at Cal's words, glad that she wouldn't have to continue very intelligently stumbling through words. She answered with a short nod and adjusted her hold on the bottle, reminded again of her lack of exposure to her family retained by avoiding the like the plague. She had her reasons of course and there was still a bottomless well of anger flowing under her skin alongside her blood, but less so towards Callan, and because of the loss of the one emotion she had focused on whatever concerned her family, she didn't know how to react to or even understand the other things she felt towards them. She started to walk towards where their chambers were on the other side of the palace, avoiding the lamps that lit up patches of the main paths to and around the castle. To be honest, she had been blocking out all things concerning the suitor arriving for her hand in marriage. Like the last time, she planned to do her best to scare him off and be on her way, not expecting it to be hard as the last poor guy could only take Lexie and satanic symbols all over her room before fleeing back. She had never really wanted to get married at all, especially to another prince as she preferred to reject everything her parents wanted her to be or to do, but also because it was against her beliefs to be with someone because people wanted to use her as a pawn. A tool to get something they wanted, and she was so tired of people trying and succeeding to do that to her.

I will say that Aera’s connection to the Northern Rebels is very clandestine, but she is either out or locked in her room so that could be a different way to put it?


A-rah"
XD No, I meant her voice claim

NOOOOOO
I’ll see you then I guess ;-;

She looked down at the two stuffed animals in silence, feeling a pull of an emotion she'd much rather keep shoved down beneath the anger she decided to show instead of any other real emotion. For it was much easier to explain anger than it was an altogether absence of feeling. She had had an inkling of suspicion concerning Callan's relationship with his vassal, but as she kept reminding herself, her siblings' personal lives did not concern her. She looked back up at his earrings and tilted her head slightly. "Good choice, I like them." She found it amusing that the two of them shared a tendency of basing most of their possessions on their respective favorite colors, but not in a condescending way for once. More of a fond feeling. She wore a loose dark green tee and ripped black jeans, distinctly more plain than her usual edgy and showy clothing. Like most things concerning self-expression, she tended to go all-in, but apparently not today. The dark circles under her eyes were starting to show and she rubbed the back of her neck, wanting to say something but not knowing what.

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