- Some Peace & Quiet - //Open//

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[/b][/color] Arella whispered into her own thoughts, she had been thinking for a while, well she usually thinks all of the time. If it's not one thing it's about the other, but this time she has been only thinking about one thing. It was somewhat different for Arella to have only one thing in that mind of her's, she likes to keep alot of thoughts in there, at least more than 5 at a time. It wasn't that she was the smartest kid or in her case, woman, around but it was a part of her hobby of thinking, multi-tasking. Arella snicked as she remembered her old art teachers telling her that she'll never become an artist if she doesn't keep her mind in one place. She never did listen to them, and she will likely never.

Arella looked around the so called garden around the palace, it was pretty nice, and she wasn't the kind of woman who called anything nice. She started walking again, staring down at the flowers, wishing that she had her painting case with her. Arella would love to paint the view that she was seeing through her eyes, and show it to those orphans back in Japan... if she ever goes back.

The woman moved her bangs back, letting her other eye see what she wanted to, she looked up at the sky, the bright shining sky and the sun staring back at her. Arella sighed, she was having a confused feeling, wondering if she'll even fit in this place. Of course she was born in a nobel family but she has never acted as one and she knew she could never. She was always the rude one, and now she was going to be an empress any day.

For the first time Arella was having this weird, unconfortable feeling that she wasn't going to fit her role, and that she wasn't going to be liked by anyone around her, well except for her husband to be. No, she wasn't the kind of woman that was concern about what other's thought about her and that is the main reason why she was having this weird feeling.

Arella shook her head, telling herself that she shouldn't get too much thought into anything that she didn't want to. Finally making a dicision she walked back to where she left her stuff to grab her painting case. There was something she needed to focus on and it was on how she was going to make her painting beautiful for the children.

Strolling back to where she was standing a few minutes ago, Arella looked around to see which place would be the best to place herself. Arella, looking some what like an idiot walking around the patch of flowers she wanted to paint, sitting where she thinks would be a good view, then getting up again changing her mind.

Finally, she found her spot, it wasn't perfect, but it was good enough and she was getting tired from her sit ups. Arella opened her case, taking stuff she needed out then took in a deep breath and started her sketch. At last, she was feeling much better, painting always have saved her and it still is. What a hero.
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Alastair woke up in one of his more pleasant moods, that was until he checked the time. He had overslept, which caused him to loose quite a bit of time in his busy schedule. The Emperor never had time to waste especially within the events that were coming up. The most important and his number one priority at the moment was his wedding day with Arella. He had to check that the security for the whole affair was well prepared on Kamine Island, not to mention have his best man there undetected by Sylvana, have his younger sister Ayame traded back from the Black Knights, and so many other details that all seemed to run together all before that day is to arrive.

He quickly dressed himself and left his chambers to head to his throne room. His Chamber was built as far away from the throne room as possible, he enjoyed the long walks through the palace. There were only so few moments in the world where he had time to by by himself, to reflect upon his decision that any time he found himself alone he relaxed as much as possible. Alastair had learned the whole way to the throne room from his chamber by memory that he often closed his eyes as he walked there. He carried himself with such an elegant grace that very few people had, that many of his subjects would occasionally stare in awe as he moved from one place to another.

His face had a stoic expression after he had passed a few hallways he knew he was almost to the throne room where he would soon play the role of the Britannian Emperor, and further the goals of the nobility that threated the peace within his Empire. The thought of the stupid nobility irritated him to no end, their interference in his plans had cost him a lot of problems but due to the immense size and ability of the Britannian Military it only slowed down his plans. Still if world peace still lingered his plans for his new world would already be at their final stages. He sighed to himself quietly as he walked past the Royal Garden. Out of the corner of his dark eyes he say Arella. His eyes quickly bright ed and his path quickly changed to wards her direction.

Arella was one of the few people in this world that mattered to him more than anything else. He was Emperor of Britannia but he would gladly give everything up if it meant he could spend every waking moment with her, his eyes always bright ed to the point that it seemed like they were shining when he saw her. His heart beat would race faster and faster. At times his mouth would form word but no sound would leave his lips....she left him utterly speechless. But he could never help but wonder if she ever felt the same about him, thankfully he was able to hide his doubts from her whenever they were near.

"I hope I'm not interrupting your painting time, Arella?"

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[/b][/color] smirked, she wasn't the happy smiling type of women, no she was almost a sadist. Her sketch was turning out perfectly, she couldn't wonder why her mood changed into a suddenly joyful artist from a moody I-don't-belong here person. But, she was actually a bit happy that her mood had changed, the thought of those children always did get her away from her pissy side, though it never really changes in the physical emotions. Arella was somewhat a master at hiding some emotions. She could be jumping in joy inside but she would be totally emotionless outside.

The sketch was drawing her in, and in that she almost, just almost forgot her surrounding and all her problems. The sketch had let her imagine as if she was surrounded by those orphans once again, drawing for them, listening to them sing. Of course at first they were scared of her, but they grew to like her.

Suddenly her dream was cut short when she heard a voice, a voice so familiar she didn't even need to take a lucky guess. Well, there weren't much guesses to take, all of the people she knew in Britainnia were dead except for this man and no one else should know her that, right?

The woman looked up at Alastair as he had finished his question, the first commenting thought that came to her was, "as serious as always" but she didn't blur it out, no, not just yet.

"well, techniquelly you are"
She answered her husband to be then smirked, "but I'll forgive you for..."
she paused a while, looking away from him, up at the burning sky, then turning back to him as she had found her answer, "for so many reasons."
She ended in her regular scarcastic voice. It was rather the voice she uses almost everyday, every minute, maybe even every second. The only times she didn't use that voice would be the time when she was talking to the children at her orphanage, the elders warned her that if she used scarcasm with the children, the children will become like her. Arella gets the point that she no one should become as obnoxious as her. It causes too much deaths and regrets.

Getting back to reality she patted the grassy seat beside her's, "well, why don't you take a seat your majesty?"
she asked staring at him in the eyes, but her stare looked more like a glare then one of those cute, girly, eye-sparking stares. It's not as if she didn't try it, she has and it scared the life out of her, so she warned herself not to do it in front of anyone else.

Then she stared at him in curious way, "or are you too busy taking care of royalty stuff?"
she asked, halfly joking and the other half was filled with scarcam. Arella turned back to her sketch and started moving her hands to enble the pencil to give her good work. Waiting for his answer, once again, trying to act as if she didn't care what answer he gave. So basically once again she was forgetting that she was trying not to act so proud. [/size][/ul]

[Pon-Pon]

A small smile made its way across his face, and he gently respond to her in a voice no more than a whisper.

"Thank you."

A small breeze picked up and Alastair's hair gently lifted up wards. he still watched her carefully every move she made...which often made him wonder how was it that he was so fascinated by her prescience. Their personalities were different to say the least and their interests were just about as different. But no matter what she did....painted, ate, slept, even breathing all of those mundane activities that everyone in the world did had a new un-found beauty whenever Arella did them. His black eyes reflected the happiness he felt for her but at the same time held a curse he had given to the person he loved most.

Even now he could slowly make out the shape of the ribbon that flew around her that connected him to her, it was a faded pink color but even without activating his geass he was still able to incision it. But what was even more dangerous was the second ribbon a dull gray color that wrapped around loosely on her neck that connected tightly to his. If anything happened to her he new he would never spend another minute of life intrested in anything else, not his Empire, not his family, not his brother, not his goal, not even his own life. If there was anything that he could see that would ever intrest him again it could only be the thought of being reunited with her in the afterlife.

But visiting The world of C before he understood better than anyone what awaited everyone when they died. That horror of being united to everyone while you retained nothing of who you onc were terrifed him. His train of thought came to an abrrupt halt as Arella called out to him. The sound of her voice was one that he would always respond to awake, asleep, even in death he thought.

"Honey...you know you dont have to call me your majesty. You of all people hould be aware that i dont like being adressed by that titled when it comes from the people closest to my heart."

He quickly sat down in the soft grass near her and only continued to admire her beauty befor he responed her second question. He looked thoughtful for a moment before he responded her.

"Hmmm im not really sure if i have anything important that i have to do but...if it was important i would remember it right? Either way im the Emperor I can take time off work to see you when i wish....unless that is your too busy to see me."

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[/b][/color], the woman thought as she stared at her sketch. She stared at it for a while, trying to find any big flaws that she didn't like that was readable. Finally her eyes stopped searching around her sketch as she has spotted a flower's petal somewhat not realistic.

"It was merely a joke Alastair" she told him, giggling a bit as she searched in her case to find an eraser. It was a wonder how her eraser could have disappeared so easily in there, maybe because it was rather smaller than the other things and it blended in with the paper. Arella frowned as her patience was getting to it's limit, her eyes narrowed back to Alastair who seems to be just quiet like always, staring back at her.

Arella turned back to her eraser search, "well..." she started her answer, "I was going to answer that I wasn't busy, but my trusty eraser seem to have betrayed me." Arella told him as she stared at her case, almost glaring at it to give her eraser. Arella shook her head, she was far too used to playing along with the children that her acting was becoming somewhat a reality.

She took a hold of her case and and shook all of her stuff out ruthlessly, not really caring about what would happen to her brushes or paint, just wanting her eraser back. Finally she started looking for the eraser from the stuff she had dropped now. She turned to Alastair, "it has seem I have lost it" she said closing her sketch book, "I guess I'll have to continue it later on"

She started putting her stuff back in her box, slowly but she was far from being gentle. She turned back to Alastair, studying him for a while, she had sensed that something was wrong with him before, she wasn't a mind reader or anything but she wasn't bad at reading faces and Alastair was one of the people she studied most in life. She did wonder what he was thinking about for a while or what was troubling him.

Being glad that he was looking fine again, Arella closed her painting case and stood up. "well, as I can't seem to get on with my sketch because of that traitor eraser, I am going to be bored again" she complained, "unless..." she gave Alastair a glare, one of her plotting glares, "Unless, you can show me around the palace?" she asked him. She wasn't really used to the place yet, it had just been a day or two that she arrived back in britainna after many years of thinking of never coming back. "Will you?"
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The question sound rather silly, you would think that even in the short time that Arella has been here she would eventually stroll along the palace to keep her self busy. He blinked several moments as he tried to decide where would be the best place to start off with. Alastair didn't really want to take her to the throne room after all there wasn't much there to look at only the large throne that hung before the Britannian flag, the long red carpet that stretched from the door to the throne, the crowds of servants and nobility that would probably be waiting for me there and the tapestries of all the former Britannian Emperors. Alastair's expression of amusement suddenly crossed his face.

"Arella if theres anything i can ever do for you i would do it without a moment of hesitation, so i wonder if you would like to see my throne room?" Alastair observed her face tenderly. "I know what you might be thinking the throne room what might be interesting there other than a pretentious chair and a room full of yes people, right? But there is one part of that place that i enjoy looking at too and i thought you might be interested too."

He gave a crooked smile and stood up. Alastair than turned around to pick Arella up and escort her to one of his favorite places. They walked out of the small garden and headed to the direction of his throne room along the way they passed by several attending and nobleman who greeted them curtly before they were on their way. The hallways were filled with various decorative tables and paintings each one very expensive but there were actually very few of those pieces that he did enjoy being there. The couple came to the enormous door and had the guards open it.

Inside the room was everything you could expect in a throne room but there was a door behind one of the tapestries to the far left that lead to a Gallery only permitted entry by the Royal family and those permitted by them. Alastair opened the door for Arella to walk through. Hanging on the walls almost from the ceiling to the floor were tapestries one after another of ever Britannian Emperor. He flashed a smile to Arella and looked at the first Tapestried on the wall.

"This is the first Emperor of Britannia the one who started it all and my ancestry Emperor Celtic King Eowyn. Throughout our history there has been many Emperors and Empresses and since those times of yore our four father had the for sight to preserve their names throughout history by having tapestries woven with a self portrait of each Emperor or Empresses. So this is kind of my family history Empress Elizabeth I, and his son Emperor Henry IX. Coming up next is one of our greatest Britannian Emperors sometimes considered the first Britannian Emperor Ricardo Von Britannia, the infamous Emperor who began the Global campaign of world Domination and the first opposer to Zero Charles Zi Britannia our 98th Emperor, and his son who succeeded the campaign after assassinating his father Lelouch Vi Britannia, Followed by his sister after his unfortunate death Nunally Vi Britannia who joined zero in the UFN to usher in world peace until her son and my father Ayer Vi Britannia usurped the throne and reestablished my great great grandfathers old regime of Charles Zi Britannia....and the last tapestry on the wall is mine where i continue the global campaign."

Alastair looked back on all the famous Britannian Leaders and often wondered what they were involved with at the time of their ruling, the only insight he held was in the minds of Charles Zi Britannia, and Lelouch Vi Britannia both were geass users and emperors their minds were recorded in The World of C and he often had a chance to converse with them when ever he was in the Sword of Akasha, both had two diffrent mind sets and from them he established his own way of ruling.

"Arella did you know i never really stood a chance to become Emperor?"

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[/b][/color] didn't stop her stare, no, she wasn't going to stop until he gave in, which was rather easy. It had surprised her, her eyes weren't demanding, it doesn't work on many people. But whatever it was, Arella was glad that it worked on Alastair. She didn't want to spent another day in the palace just staring at the wall of her bedroom. It was a bit of a wonder how Arella hadn't looked around the palace yet. It was a bigger wonder how Arella didn't pick up or look around for any dirt between people she could use to either back stab the people she despites or just play around with their mind because she was bored.

The reason was pretty simple, her fear. Arella feared of not knowing what to say if she meets a royal blood, or worst, not knowing what to do if she meets a noble that knows her. She wasn't up for the, "oh, how are you doing dear? Don't worry everything will be fine". Arella knows it has been years since her last family member died but people just never gets over it. It was also the only conversation they could start up with her.

"the throne room?" she asked him, a bit surprised. The throne room was pretty simple, there was a big red chair, a big red carpet that leads to the chair and a big brown door that leads people onto the carpet. Arella paused her thoughts to wonder why the door wasn't red like the carpet and chair, she'd liked the throne room more if the door was red, maybe she could repaint it. A smirk ran through Arella's face as the thought passed by but she luckily got back on track.

Even though she wasn't fond of going into the palace, with people in it, where she would have to make a fake smile at everyone, she didn't mind. She was finally having some alone time of Alastair and she hadn't had that since she came back to Britainnia. Arella guessed that she could take in some pain of fake smiling at snobby people if her profit was worthy and her profit was off the chart of worthy.

During her walk, fake smiling, waving at people she didn't know, she had wondered what Alastair had wanted to show her, she wondered what the thing, excluding the brown door which she dies to paint red would interest her in that room. She guessed she should stay quiet and wait for her surprise, though she wasn't fond of loud surprises. Arella glanced at Alastair as she walked closely behind him, staring at his somewhat plain and serious face. "Nah," she thought, Alastair wouldn't be the one those loud surprising people, or she hoped not.

Finally, Arella's eyes widen as they reached the throne room, she stared at the brown door, "only if it was red" she commented, softly. She walked in the room, looked around and knew that it was just like any throne room she thought it would be. She clapped at her guess, which was pretty obvious.

Following him to the wall of fame, or in her case, the wall of dead people, she looked at it carefully. Of those, to her at first glance they were all these oldest who needed a big make over...big time. Her mouth slightly opened as she was about to make her comment but it stopped, she wasn't going to ruin the mood of Alastair as he explains his ancestors. Finally her hidden angel had came out, she had wondered where that angel was hiding for over 20 years, the angel told her to take a closer look at them, and find out why Alastair was interested in them and why he thought that they would interest her.

Arella blinked, she stopped, froze, it was a wonder how she was actually thinking this ...angelic thought. She stared at the wall, the people on the wall for a while then she glanced at the ones at the far end. The ones that Alastair had brought up, 98th eh ? She stared at Charles, she wasn't into history much but she has actually heard about him and the guy beside him, Lelouch Vi Britainnia. She didn't really remember what it was, but she did hear about Lelouch killing Charles and him dying. It was rather too confusing for her so she let it go. It was so interesting how some of these rulers don't look alike, Charles and Lelouch looks far from being alike in her few but before she could make a critical comment, her eyes spotted the next picture. Okay, so the woman and Lelouch looked alike... but it was just a bit and her theory was still a bit right.

"They look..." her mind raced to find the right words, "..ruler like" she commented. It was rather true and it wasn't one of her worst comments, it was actually one of her most polite ones ever made. Arella's eyes stared at Alastair's, then at what he was staring at, basically Charles and Lelouch. It had made her mind wonder, "why?". There was a lot of people to stare at, but why them and why whitey exactly ? She didn't get his hairstyle...Arella shivered at the thought of what people wore during those days.

Then those shivering thoughts suddenly wondered off, she was rather amused at his next question, surprised and amused. "You didn't?" she asked him, it was a wonder how she was in love with a person she didn't know much about. "I thought kings were just picked to rule when they come out" she told her thoughts, "aren't they?" She asked with eyes of curiosity.

//ooc: I was just wondering, does Arella know about Alastair's geass?//

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OOC: Arella doesn't know about geass

He grimaced at the question. The fact that he wasn't suppose to be a choice at all for the throne always brought back the pain of his old choices to the surface, but it was something he had to live with until he could fix everything. He sighed and responded Arellas question.

"You see our entire royal system is a very complicated one we don't conduct ourselves in a very absolute monarch-ish way. " he held his breath for a moment trying to decide where he could go from there or how he could start to explain everything to her.

" As i was saying every emperor and empress that have taken the crown since the time of Emperor Ricardo Von Britannia....well they have near been married just once. " Alastair paused again to judge Arellas reaction and continued. " In fact who ever is Emperor or Empress at the time has over a large variety of consorts to continue the family blood line so there really have been more sub Emperors and sub Empresses than there have been Emperors or Empresses. They technically have no real military or political power unless otherwise stated by the ruler. This is mainly to avoid having another ruler by marriage try and usurp the throne the law was decreed by Emperor Ricardo Von Britannia as absolute and there is only a limited amount of power i can actually share with you as well. But I'm telling you all this to answer your point and i thought that it might be useful for you to know what your getting into ."

Alastair gracefully walked his way to Arella; he held her hands for a moment and stared deeply into her eyes. " I would never want to hide any secrets from you, which is why i would answer anything for you. But like me continue see there has only been one ruler of Britannia who never had more than one consort and that would be my grandmother Nunnally Vi Britannia. Every other Empress or Emperor had at least twenty different men or women respectively, which is why i have so many brothers and sisters and why we are often assigned a number in line to the throne related to our age. For instance before i became Emperor i was the first prince of Britannia. And the reason none of us are decided who will be the immediate successor is because of all the possibilities each one of us has. Some of us are brilliant military leaders and others are political leaders whatever the situation that Britannia is in the one who holds the most talent is decided to lead the nation by three known methods to me. One you can be declared emperor or Empress by the previous ruler, two if the previous emperor or empress dies without choosing the successor than all of the members in line for the throne are locked into the throne room each given one vote to decide the next ruler among them this is an incredibly rare situation of course, three if only one member of royalty remains than they are given the position.

There are some other un orthodox methods in which he have had members one of our Emperors was assassinated and the prince who committed the crime declared himself emperor and no one ever objected to that, and than of course the way i became emperor was just as bizarre." He bit his lip down hard and a small trickle of blood dripped down. " I was a banished prince, i was living as a peasant when i met you and whats more my father had out of the blue forgiven me lifted my banishment after 10 years and not long after that he died naming me his successor."

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[/b][/color] eyes stared at the wall of pictures as Alastair started to answer her question. She couldn't believe that she had absolutely no idea about royalty. She wasn't that surprised on her knowledge though, somewhere deep inside her knew that she shouldn't have slept in all her history lessons. But, who knew that she would actually be marrying an Emperor, she should have listened to her mother when she was told to be prepared for everything. Regrets, regrets.

Arella could help but laugh, it was almost as if Alastair was telling her that he would be marry again and again and again. "You better hope I get along with your other wives" she joked. She doubt she would get along with his wives, she was hoping to get along with his family. Arella found it rather funny, she knew that Emperors had more than one wife, but she had guessed that was only for Japan, China and all those stuff. "Ah, now I get the reason why all of these dead_" she paused and rephrased herself, "I mean, why all of these great people didn't look alike" she ended.

For once she was actually following him, she hadn't dozed off, her mind didn't wonder around and she wasn't thinking about how ugly the white hair looked on Charles. Even though she was still staring at the wall of pictures, she was still listening and she listened carefully until he finished his explanation, "wow.." she commented, a bit wordless. She thought that she would become a bit of a fan on the royal history of Britannia but her mind still gave it a thumps down.

Figuring she had a enough look at the wall and it's pictures she turned back to Alastair to see one of the things she hated most in life. Blood, she couldn't describe why or how she hated it but she had never wanted to think of it as her fear. She knew she wasn't scared of blood, she just never was fond of it.

"Oh my, you have the mouth of a vampire" she teased as her hands dig into her pocket for a handkerchief to slowly whipped the blood off his face. She wasn't sure how Alastair got banished from the palace or from the royal family but she had thought that it was one of the things that she didn't need to ask. Arella, unlike other wives-to-be, wasn't very fond of sharing her regretful past and she had a feeling that Alastair's feelings were almost the same as hers. Though there was a profit out of that banishment, she had met Alastair, and it took a lot to get Arella to have feelings for someone, that she had thank the old man that she never met.

After she had clearly whipped most of the blood off she made a small smile and took his hand, "well, what else are you going to show me?" she asked, somewhat trying to change the subject. She didn't like to see Alastair depress, it just didn't feel right, kings were supposed to be happy or that's what she had thought since she was young and she was still going to live up to that thought even if everyone in the world proves it wrong.

//OOC: Okay, thanks for the clarification. [/size][/ul]

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OOC: Schrodinger Seele we cant respond to your post just yet because were in the Emperors private room but once we get out we will respond okay?


Alastair felt his face burn slightly and a dull red color flushed through his face. He felt Arellas handkerchief whip the blood that began to spill from his face but he felt light headed and combined with what he was feeling at the moment his mind was racing. He wanted to tell her at that very instant that he wasn't going to be marrying more than once but with while she was cleaning his mouth he was afraid that he might spill some of his blood on her. So he waited patiently for her to finish up and hoped that she hadn't noticed when he felt embarrassed just a few seconds ago. He swallowed hard and gave her a confused stare.

"Arella why would you think i would ever marry more than once. After all you should know how much i care about you how much i love you...." he paused for a slight moment as he cringed at the idea that he hadn't conveyed that message to her. "Listen to me your my future, my world,.....in short your every thing and there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you. Like my grandmother i only plan to be married once if we decide to have children somewhere along in the future than i would love to. The point of the whole hundreds of wives thing is to continue the bloodline if we do or don't have children I'm sure one of my brothers or sisters children could succeed the line but you and only you will be my only wife."

Alastair held her hand when he felt something inside him pull. He cringed again as he tried to cover his right eye. His Geass activated itself again and with the proximity of Arella he wasn't sure if he had managed to conceal it in time. He felt his hand burn slightly as he covered his eye and tried his best to De-activate it. He could see through his geass lit eye that around Arella was a gray ribbon of concern or worry and around himself he could saw the crimson red ribbon of anger that swelled him. His gift or rather curse might have been exposed to the last person he would want it to be exposed to. He closed both his eyes and forced the geass back to its recessive state. Small drops of sweat rolled down his face as he looked in fear at Arella.

"I'm sorry."

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[/b][/color] couldn't hold her giggles as she had seen Alastair's face flushed. She found it rather cute to see a such a serious face blush. Of course her laughing did stop when he started speaking.

A thought came upon her that he was getting her back from giggling at his blush. Arella was never good with those romantic talks, and he was somewhat giving her a romantic talk, maybe wanting one back in return? Arella shook that thought off, nah, he must know that she was never good with those stuff. It kills her to say something nice to someone, especially something that's caring like what he just said.

She gave a small giggle once again, Alastair was a great guy to joke around with. It could be because he doesn't really get most of her teases and takes it in for real. Especially that part about the wives, Arella was surely joking but now as he had stated something out, she had wondered what she'll do if he was going to get new wives. She had guess she would do something to the other wives to get his attention.

Finally, snapping out of the whole 'what I would do if Alastair had more than one wive' thoughts, she glanced back at Alastair. One good thing about her getting that thought was that she wasn't blushing anymore. Well, she wasn't actually blushing in the first place but she was surely blushing from the inside. Arella just has the power to hide it, that's all. And it was nice of that thought to stop her blush from coming onto her face.

"I like your grandmother's idea" she blurred out, without thinking much. It was something she had been wanting to say for a while. Arella never got the point of marrying at first, she'd always thought love was something childish, stupid, crap? Basically. But that thought kind of changed when she had met Alastair and now she thinks of love as something...that makes you blush when you think about it. So basically people marry to because they liked the feeling of falling in love with their lover, but then marrying again. She could never figure it out, Arella couldn't imagine loving Alastair and some other freakshow at the same time.

Arella tapped her head, "she has a brain" she joked in that serious, emotionless face of her's again. Okay, so she was a joker but no one really got her jokes, that's what makes it much more funnier.

But soon her emotionless face, showed it's emotions. Arella had thought she was imagining but realized that she wasn't. Though it wasn't her fault for thinking that it was imagination, now...was it? Who would have thought, out of no where, a red eye would just burst out? And this wasn't just anyone else, this was happening from her husband-to-be's eye. Arella blinked, but her blink wasn't fast enough, Alastair had covered up his eye before she could see more, before she could tell if she was actually having a breakdown or not.

She stared at him for a while and blinked once again. When he had blurred out that he was sorry, she just stood there staring at him, his hand and his eye. Her hands slowly lifted up as they took a hold of his hand that was covering that eye and then they slowly lifted his hand away from the eye. She stared at him carefully, "sorry? For?" she asked, confused. It was pretty obvious that her emotions were showing. Worry would be the best way to describe what she was going through right at that moment.

"what was that?" she asked. Now, Arella wouldn't get freaked out by just any red eye popping out from no where, but this was Alastair's and she had to right to be freaked out...didn't she? The other point that got her worry was that, he had feared of that eye showing up in front of her, why else would he cover it? But what was it was her real question.

She stood there with those questions running through her head for a while, just looking at Alastair, waiting for the first answer to come out.
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"what was that?" Alastair froze still, he didn't move all he did was stand silently in fear. He wasn't able to control it any longer and he was putting her in even greater danger. So once again he debated for her safety. Was Arella safer being unaware of what was happening or if she might be safer if she had the knowledge of what might happen....in the end though the result was somewhat the same she was in mortal danger. Alastair hated that it was his fault that he was the one who was putting her in danger in fact at this very moment his mind was screaming at him. Tell her to leave, Tell her you never want to see her again, tell her you hate her anything just anything that will keep her away from you anything at all. But his heart knew he couldn't live with out her, it knew that he was too selfish to let her leave, and thats why he couldn't bring himself to say anything to her.

He felt as if he was about to cry but all he could do was clench his jaw and try to shake away the pain he was feeling. Alastair had to tell her something now, anything but he wasn't sure what he could say. Alastair could lie but she was one of the few he never wanted to lie, just moments ago he promised her he would never lie to her . He felt ashamed that he had even considered to lie to her so soon after saying that. He turned his head to face her directly and struggled to find the words to say to her.

"Its a condition i have or it might be better to say its the result of a stupid mistake i once made with a person living in japan. It all happened after i met you and i was never sure how to tell you. But." Alastair swallowed hard. " But i promised i would never lie to you, what i have is a curse and a gift by some, I'm putting you in more danger than you need to be and for that I'm sorry."

He turned his back to her and took a few paces back to the tapestries of Charles and Lelouch. Alastair bent his neck downward and clenched his fist into a tight shaking ball. This time Alastair spoke in a disgusted harsh and bitter ton about himself. This was another side of himself that Arella had never seen. " Heh, You know what id completely understand if you wanted to leave me. I'm The Great Alastair De Britannia 102 Emperor of The Holy Empire of Britannia anyone who i come in contact with is put in danger. I hate it! I may be ruler of the greats Empire in the World yet i don't know how long i can keep protecting those i love, I have enemies crawling everywhere! I don't even know if i can keep them safe forever unless there was piece in the world. But No! All there is...is war....chaos....poverty all started by my family. I cant even order the troops to come back because than all the other faction will launch a counterstrike and Britannia will be put in danger." Alastair than gave off a dark and bitter laugh. "What a great life i live! I feel helpless all the time." His tone than became more aggressive. "Everything i do ends up being a checkmate for my family, but what really disgusts me is that because i had so selfishly wanted to keep you with me i put you in the greatest danger! I'm your fiance I'm suppose to be protecting you and I'M SO SCARED THAT I CANT."

Alastair felt his weight collapse over him and fall on his knees. "I'm so sorry, Arella."

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[/b][/color] swore she didn't blink, or it was rather that she hadn't had time to even think or notice if she was blinking or not. It wasn't like Arella to just forget what she is doing unless of course she is paint, but Arella knew she had dozed off at that time. The way Alastair reacted to her question wasn't what she was expecting, she was expecting him to say something normal, to tell her that it's nothing and everything is going to be alright.

Okay, maybe her thoughts were a little selfish, maybe a lot, but she was Arella, she was born selfish. It was obvious that Alastair wasn't feeling 'okay', pretty obvious too that she wasn't imagining that red eye. Arella stood for a while looking at Alastair's reaction. A guilt ran through her making her think that she shouldn't have asked that question, she should have just ignored it in the first place. She could see that it was hard for him to explain what he was going through, what that so called 'gifted curse' meant.

Arella eyes stared down, down at the ground as her mind races to find the right words to say back to him. But she wasn't sure what to say, she couldn't never go with something like "it's okay" . Now could she? But before Arella could even open her mouth to say anything, it had seem Alastair had something else he wanted to say. When he started talking, it had scared her, not because it was this deathly Grim's voice but it was rather because she had never seen or heard him talk in that tone of voice.

Arella forced herself to move closer to him, of course she didn't make it much but she bet that she moved at least an inch closer towards him. The words that came out of his mouth had stinged her as much as it would sting him. Arella had attempted to make him stop and hold him but of course all the nerves in her body was stopping her from doing that. She was Arella, Arella Destiny for god's sake, her nerves won't move without her bad deeds.

Though seeing Alastair like this made something that was hidden in Arella come out once again. Something that came out the same day her mother had died, tears. No, she was not used to these things but they surrounded her eyes for no reason. Arella had accepted the fact of crying because someone dies but not because of something else. She hated that these things were so easy to slip out of you. But it was just surrounding, of course she wasn't going to let it win and fall, she was far stronger than that.

Arella looked up at Alastair as he had fallen to his knees. "I am sorry" the words made Arella's heart felt weird, she didn't know what that feeling was like, she couldn't describe how she was feeling. But fortunate for her she had managed to get closer to Alastair, she had managed to fight of all the right nerves in her body.

Getting near him, her knees kneeled down beside him, her hands reached out for him and without a blink of thought she hugged him. Arella paused for a while, not knowing what to say to him at first. "Stop it.." she whispered, "I won't leave you even if you kick me out. I am not sure what this is, but I am sure we can both get through it together...right?" Once again she came to a pause, she didn't believe herself that these words were coming out of her mouth. These were the words that she keeps inside of her heart, the words that swore to never come out. Slowly brushing Alastair's hair she started again "don't apologise, I made my decision to come out here, didn't I? Of course I didn't plan on seeing you with a red eye, but I can take it." [/size][/ul]

[Pon-Pon]

Alastair felt his body go numb he felt as if he went out of his mind telling the love of his life some of the feelings he had been bottling up for such a long time. In fact, he really didn't believe what he did. All of it felt like a dream, no the word to better describe this ordeal was a nightmare. It was his own personally hell that he created for himself. The choices he made in the past and the consequences that followed were now catching up to him and all he could think of was running away but his body was unresponsive.

He felt so many strange thoughts enter his mind at the time. For some odd reason his mind went back to the first time he made the contract. That was the time he first made a partner, someone who shared a common goal someone who he felt a connection to. But because of his moment of weakness, the moment when he chose to do what was easy instead of what was right began the plague of nightmares in his life.

His meting with Anderson someone who once again felt;t like a partner but more, he was the first friend he ever made and the first time he felt like he had a real brother. But inside even than he could feel a deep dark agonizing pain even more so as he meant someone like his original partner. It felt like that witch knew exactly what he was suffering through and all she did was continue to feed the pain. He felt aggravated every time she ever spoke. Suddenly the deep dark agonizing pain washed over him and begin to overwhelm him.

"Stop it.." she whispered, "I won't leave you even if you kick me out. I am not sure what this is, but I am sure we can both get through it together...right?Don't apologies, I made my decision to come out here, didn't I? Of course I didn't plan on seeing you with a red eye, but I can take it."

Those words were familiar to him and he felt a warm light overwhelm him and repel the darkness. He tilted his head to wards her slightly and the words replayed again. It felt a little weird to hear those words coming from Arella. She was a tough and independent women and he was perfectly fine knowing that she had a difficulty expressing any emotion of love or sadness but now she was expressing both to him. The gesture itself was more than enough to snap him back to reality. His voice came out as nothing louder than a whisper.

"Thank you."

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[/b][/color] blushed at the thought of him seeing her expressing her feelings. Arella swore her face had turned from peach to burning read as memories repeated what she had said. Arella blinked, blinked a way asking herself, did that really just came out of my mouth?

It shocked her a bit as she snapped back to reality. She wasn't supposed to be saying these now, was she? It all depends. Arella, for one was happy that Alastair had sort of come back to it, another was embarrassed that he had seen that 'soft' side of her. Just to keep things in track, she hated that 'soft' side. It would always make people amuse, make people just stare at her thinking "she has this side in her body?" so basically she likes to hide it.

Though his thanks had helped her recover the thoughts. Maybe there were times when the soft side needs to come out of her, it did do some good. But Arella swore she won't be showing that side again...or that's what she says. "that's what I am here for" she said back to her emotionless, sarcastic voice. Thank god for her fast recovery and now she was just going to pretend that her 'soft' side had never shown.

Though a blink of thought ran through her mind, what is this so called gifted curse? Arella didn't like butting into other's business much because she likes to be private herself but she couldn't help being curious. Arella had never felt this much instance curiosity in her mind and heart. She didn't just want to forget about, moving on like she usually does. She wanted to know what it was, what it does, why Alastair has it. Why not some random dude from some other place? Whatever that gift was, looked more like a curse from her eyes. Maybe it would looked more like a gift if it wasn't making Alastair like this but for now, for her, it looked like a pure curse.

Arella stared at Alastair, wondering how she could ever ask him what it did and why he has it. She had figured that this wasn't the right time to ask such a thing, he had just recovered...or he looks like he had recovered. Yet...Arella still wanted to know.

Arella's mouth opened as she put together the words to ask him her questions. "Hey Alastair, explain about that red eye to me, why don't you?" was the only thing she could get without being rude and for her it wasn't good enough. She could guess that she was getting weird with her mouth just hanging there as she tried to find the right words. Arella gave up and closed her mouth after a while.

She shook that curiosity out of her head for a while, her selfishness never leaves her...does it? Somewhat patting Alastair on the head, like she does to the children back in the orphanage she made a proud smile and whispered "Cheer up and I'll give you a treat". Yes, it was one of her sarcastic jokes, but it always made the children feel better, she had wonder what it would do to Alastair.

No Arella didn't know how to handle people...if it wasn't obvious.

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