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[Out of a first floor window, Ashe gazes out across Warjilis. The distant ocean sparkles as if beckoning, revealing no indication of the pressing pirate threat which grips the port city. Masts of ships stand to attention in the harbour, flagless and still. The princess looks, but sees nothing. Her eyes are glazed over, vacant and reddened.

Beside her, Shain slumbers in a linen-lined basket. His mother stands still save for one hand; slender fingers stroking those of her son. Ashelia now watches him, listens to the boy breathe. Filtering out the sounds of men working and unloading below isn't difficult - in the face of the impending journey to Terra, what does this new governance matter compared to her loved ones, to the prospect of...

If her fingers tremble now and again, she doesn't notice it, nor the wetness trailing down one cheek. Only the warmth of her innocent, sleeping child.]

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[Softly she kisses him, but there's one more thing she has to voice, and Ashe lifts her lips temporarily from his.]

If we are returned to Dalmasca I will see Nabudis restored. Your kingdom may reclaim her glory, her beauty... and the refugees of Nabradia may return to their rightful home. This I promise you, Rasler.

[And she leans back into slow kisses, trying and slowly succeeding in leaving the troubling thoughts behind her.]

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[Ashe settles easily upon Rasler's lap, in his possessive hold, pressing against him in response to that low sound. When he shifts she's pulled with him, fingers weaving through the prince's soft locks.]

For our people. For you...

[The instinct to return his kisses proves too strong to resist, Ashe's lips parting, allowing him entrance.]