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Sing oh Powerful Grand Duchess! For Your Words Are Your Favourite-Pιƚιϝυʅ-Weapon

Althea Beaumont goes by many names; Althea, Grand Duchess Beaumont, Faerie Warrior, Protector of Forests and Nature are a few. But she has yet to come to one that describes her as weak, useless, not worthy. She'd rather keep it that way despite her calming presence and soft but authoritative tone of voice she normally had.

Oԋ ʂσ ყσυ ԃιԃɳ'ƚ ɠҽƚ ƚσɾƚυɾҽԃ?

Shut it. Althea Beaumont was the strongest protector ever known and she was only 436, the youngest to ever become "High Regarded", the first to ever be "Her Majesty and Protector of Nature and the Forests".

Aɾҽ ყσυ ɾҽαʅʅყ? Oɾ ԋαʂ ƚԋҽ ԋιʂƚσɾყ Ⴆσσƙʂ ʝυʂƚ ҽɾαʂҽԃ Aυɾσɾα αɳԃ ƚιƚʅҽԃ ყσυ ƚԋαƚ?

There is a thing about the withdrawals from the pain that thy would rather not-

Aʋσιԃιɳɠ ƚԋҽ ϙυҽʂƚισɳ ɳσɯ αɾҽ ɯҽ?

Abandon, leave, yield, this isn't a place for thee's games.

Tԋҽɳ ʂιɳɠ σԋ ɯσɳԃҽɾϝυʅ αɳԃ ρσɯҽɾϝυʅ ϝαҽɾιҽ Gɾαɳԃ Dυƈԋҽʂʂ! Fσɾ ყσυɾ ɯσɾԃʂ αɾҽ ɱσɾҽ ρσɯҽɾϝυʅ αɳԃ ριƚιϝυʅ ƚԋαɳ ყσυɾ ʂƚαƚҽ σϝ Ⴆσԃყ αɳԃ ɱαɠιƈ ƈσɾҽ σϝ Oɾԃҽɾ.

Leave, thou are not and never will be welcomed into thy mind. Leave for thou will never know peace if thee will not, thy will never know calm if thee does not leave. Leave for tis is a place where thyself will take matters into her own hands. LEAVE FOR THIS IS THE MIND OF THE GREAT AL-

Oυƈԋ~ Yσυ αɾҽ ʂσ ƈɾυҽʅ ƚσ ყσυɾʂҽʅϝ, ყσυ ƙɳσɯ I ɯιʅʅ ɳҽʋҽɾ ʅҽαʋҽ ϝσɾ I αɱ YOU.

Thy will never be thee, thou hates thy

Tԋҽɳ ყσυ αɾҽ ԋαƚιɳɠ ყσυɾʂҽʅϝ ϝσɾ ყσυɾ ɯҽαƙɳҽʂʂ. Yσυɾ ριƚιϝυʅ ʂƚαƚҽ ɯԋҽɾҽ ყσυ ƈαɳɳσƚ ҽʋҽɳ ʂρҽαƙ. Yσυɾʂҽʅϝ ϝσɾ ԋσɯ ყσυ ԋαԃ ƚσ Ⴆҽ ɾҽʂƈυҽԃ Ⴆყ ყσυɾ ყσυɳɠҽɾ Ⴆɾσƚԋҽɾ αɳԃ ƚԋҽ ιɳϝҽƈƚҽԃ Ⴆყ Cԋασʂ ϝʅσɯҽɾʂ ʂƈαɾʂ σɳ ԋιʂ αɾɱ. Fσɾ ԋσɯ ყσυ ʂƚσσԃ Ⴆყ ɯԋҽɳ Aυɾσɾα ɯαʂ ҽɾαʂҽԃ ϝσɾ ԋσɯ ʂԋҽ ɯαʂ ϝɾαɱҽԃ ϝσɾ-

A knock was heard at her bedroom door, a familiar voice, a familiar tone, a familiar... Who is she talking about...

Rowan: Althea? Are you in there? I was looking for you but then I heard you talking to yourself in a formal way

Oh there we go, she remembers. It was just her brother, just Rowan Beaumont, just the brother she hurt by being to proud and getting captured. Althea opened her bedroom door and put of a facade of calm and collected, had them grabbed a pencil and a notebook as her body was heavily advising her to not use her voice for it will be painful on her.

Althea greeted her brother, Rowan, with a smile. Oh how Rowan has always manages to calm her down; whenever Althea is with him, she'll be able to ignore the pain in her insides, the pain on most of her right side of the face, the pain in her throat and vocal cords but most importantly...

She'll be able to ignore the taunting, uncaring, and cold voice of her captor of old from her mind.