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I have to go...
[Peola sounded... depressed to say the least.]
Some of the things my father said. They stuck in my head, I've been having trouble sleeping because of it.
I sent him a message that I'd agree to the wedding...
[There was an immense grimace on her face at the thought.]
Turns out those nobles didn't recognize my 'non-existent' choice... I don't know if its because they don't care about Earth, that she wasn't around or because Kliiment talked them into not caring...
But... I guess that's what I get for running away from my problems and punching them in the face isn't it?
... They're holding the wedding on Earth... my father's invited you all... figured since we all fought together you guys should be there.
I guess that's it... thank you... all of you for being good to me.
[Peola lowers her head in a modest bow.]
[For those of you who wish to speak to her before she has to leave she's at the hangar. A small troupe of Royal Porters were quickly shimmying off with her belongings to a rather ornate looking shuttle outside, its entrance flanked by a pair of mecha. Regalis Filia itself was carefully being moved into the shuttle by another pair of them. The Princess is tremendously listless about the whole matter and is spending the whole time fidgeting. Notably rather than her usual security uniform or just some simple clothing she's clad in a flowing gown that seemed to have an almost ocean like sheen to it, looking tremendously formal and out of place.]
[Peola sounded... depressed to say the least.]
Some of the things my father said. They stuck in my head, I've been having trouble sleeping because of it.
I sent him a message that I'd agree to the wedding...
[There was an immense grimace on her face at the thought.]
Turns out those nobles didn't recognize my 'non-existent' choice... I don't know if its because they don't care about Earth, that she wasn't around or because Kliiment talked them into not caring...
But... I guess that's what I get for running away from my problems and punching them in the face isn't it?
... They're holding the wedding on Earth... my father's invited you all... figured since we all fought together you guys should be there.
I guess that's it... thank you... all of you for being good to me.
[Peola lowers her head in a modest bow.]
[For those of you who wish to speak to her before she has to leave she's at the hangar. A small troupe of Royal Porters were quickly shimmying off with her belongings to a rather ornate looking shuttle outside, its entrance flanked by a pair of mecha. Regalis Filia itself was carefully being moved into the shuttle by another pair of them. The Princess is tremendously listless about the whole matter and is spending the whole time fidgeting. Notably rather than her usual security uniform or just some simple clothing she's clad in a flowing gown that seemed to have an almost ocean like sheen to it, looking tremendously formal and out of place.]
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She jerks her thumb over at the the Magnolysian Compound. "If you give up your sovereignty to your hand-picked fiance, he's going to run Magnolys into the ground. He's going to make the Salwahs and Monikas and Ouranias of your world suffer!"
Dido sighs. "You're not your brother, Peola. But you're the best option Magnolys has. And if you hand your life and royal mantle over to this suitor...it's just a different kind of running away."
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You're just giving me more reasons to take the damn throne when I don't even want to in the first place!
[Peola's just going to bury her face in her hands in sheer irritation.]
Just shut up! Shut up about my responsibilities! Shut up about what I have to do! I know it enough already and I don't need you just burying me under them even more!!!
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She averts her gaze from Peola. "When you ran away...it wasn't just because of the unwanted suitors, was it?"
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Dido tentatively tries to hug Peola.
"I'm sorry that this burden fell on you," She says softly. "I'm sorry it sounds like your brother will never fully heal. I'm sorry we don't have any neat and tidy answers. Just...remember you're not alone. And never stop looking for a way out, alright?"