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_{"I sw-swear featly as well, Your Grace," Shireen dipped her head, following Kenshi's example.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; The squire stepped back from her healing attempt, ears flat against her head. "As you wish, m'lord," Shireen murmured at his response. She had been confident to handle the pain; after being burned alive at a stake, nothing seemed like it would hurt her physically anymore, despite her fear of it anyway. She lowered her head and watched with utter horror as new eyes replaced Kenshi's old ones. One could imagine how painful that might be... new flesh was moving, writhing, inside his eye socket, matter seemingly appearing out of nothing to create cells, life. Of course everything would overwhelm them; as far as she were concerned, those eyes were newborn, being used for the very first time.}

_{"What's... it like? Seeing again?" she asked.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Shireen did not know why Kenshi's eyes suddenly grew back now, or what that leader did to him, though she was glad he could see again, she supposed. Kenshi was valuable, he knew how to fight and plan, and Westeros would be one less powerful if he were to die. Besides, it was a miracle. Someone blind receiving new and improved eyesight was no small feat.}

_{The cheetah came over behind her fellow squire, watching quietly as Kenshi trained his eyes.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; The squire disliked BloodClan; they were exiles and thieves and they were too arrogant for her liking. It'd be their downfall, of course - every superpower had a terrible tumble down the unforgiving, lengthy cliff known as reality, sooner or later - though she still found her stomach in knots when the scent hit her nose. Shireen silently nodded to the visitor and Eurydice, eyes down and shoulders hunched. She didn't wish to say anything, not even to offer them a drink or to use common curtsey.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; "Th-thanks!" Shireen nodded towards those who came, quickly conjuring up a salad for Eversong with a small smile. The cheetah shuffled in place, motioning to the food and water. "Feel free to help yourselves," she nodded.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Shireen couldn't help bit smile at Eurydice as she walked in, biting her lip. Her, a Queen! It thrilled her to see her friend in such a well-deserved position; she was once a Goddess, yes, and used to hold a position far above any mortal ranking... but it still amazed her how Eurydice could command her troops with such ease. They listened to her, respected her, without any trace of a doubt. That was what leadership was. Paladin harbored some of these traits as well, though she was inclined to be more attracted to Eurydice for a multitude of reasons. Speaking of which... she needed to stop trailing along at the leader's heels like a lovesick dog. She was not worth the Queen's time and certainly not worthy, nor was it likely, that she and her would... well, you know. Just a dream, a painful little dream of hers.}

_{Yet regardless the cheetah sat herself, nodding to those who had gathered. It just occurred to her as well that this was her first official business with any of the high positions in Westeros, being a Baratheon squire... and a Lannister... bastard. Odd combination, but she wouldn't complain. Speaking of Lannisters, though, would Ace dare to show up here? He had dishonored her house and everyone else inside, while simultaneously giving Eurydice a very good reason to not trust him.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; "Whoa..." Shireen murmured in awe at the statue of Eurydice, eyes raking the jeweled dragon up and down. For a man who'd only seen for several days after years of darkness, he had an uncanny knack for matching appearances down to a science. His sculpture was beautiful.}

_{"Need any help?" she asked the knight, watching as he dug the moat.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Shireen didn't like this newcomer; she was hostile right off of the bat and that put her at unease. Besides, the last person who came for Kenshi ended up ripping his eyes out, so there was that, too. The squire sat uncomfortably, shifting quietly in her seat. "State your business with Kenshi," she stated hesitantly, swallowing.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; No, this couldn't happen; they were here? Ironic, considering they were just talking about how to defend against an attack from the Exiles... grimacing, Shireen shakily stood her ground and held her body close and mind closer. She would go on the defensive, hoping that she wouldn't have to use those dreaded awful powers of hers, to take control of somebody's conscious. She absolutely hated that.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Things were moving incredibly fast for her to keep up with; first her own promotion, now Eurydice's, and the repeated Exile attacks made it seem like her life was flying by in a stream of chaos. The sheer lack of serenity jumbled her mind... her anxieties seemed to peak every day, growing higher and more out of control. After all, she couldn't hold her own in a fight, but despite that, it seemed like she were useless in Westeros. Yes, she was promoted to a squire, but that was a rank for apprentices, children who were worthy but not old enough for the rank; she was a fully-grown adult, yet she was no knight. And why would she be? Shireen herself felt that even being a squire was generous. Her only act of protection she'd given to Westeros was when she took away the wounds of those injured, and that wasn't heroic nor valiant, just what any decent person would do.}

_{Sighing, the cheetah began doodling dragons in the dirt with her claw. The wings were difficult to get just right... oh, well, she had all the time in the world. At least, she had until they were attacked again.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; "Noted, Your Grace," Shireen murmured, shooting a curious look towards Ace while she listened to Eurydice's announcements. Damn... the new Queen knew how to make her heart flutter. She commanded respect as easily as anything.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; So many attackers, all at once; Shireen was thrown to the ground the first time, paralyzed with her fear. Bloody, her shoulder scratched, she shakily stood up to greet her attacker... only to be shoved back down again by Jaime, ears ringing and vision blurry. Valiant though it might have been, Ace's attempts to defend her were nullified as she was overtaken by the flurry of attacks.}

_{She forced herself to her feet once again, a pink mixture of blood and spit dripping from her mouth. Shireen swallowed the metallic substance and then, with a wince, aimed to run around Jaime and feint to the left, hoping to at least disorient him. She was not as strong as the lion, nor was she as bloodthirsty.}

_{[ooh pax wanna capture her ?? B) i think she needs that development tbh]}

_{//sorry for the late response !!
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_{[sure! either one, i just want her to be captured c:]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Being as she was focused on Jaime, Shireen didn't see it coming; the stones hit her in the back of the head and the Westerosi bastard's eyes fluttered as she fell over, unconscious just like Castalia intended. She was down for the count.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; In the aftermath of the Exiles' raid on the most recent meeting, there were corpses, blood stains, and an overall air of sadness and death. Missing from the survivors was Shireen, her only clue left behind as to where she could have been was a scrap of her spotted fur. She'd been captured.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; He was... energetic. Shireen murmured her own greeting towards the new joiner, dipping her bruised head towards him. She still needed to finish healing after her time in the Exiles as a capture.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; Did... this mean she, too, was allied with the Flameseekers? Shireen didn't have qualms against it, but only now did she realize that she was a mere pawn of the Westerosi politics. Being Duncan's squire... she was bound to do as he did, wasn't she? Or did her Lannister ties come first, faint as they were, since she was a bastard? Could she have been low enough on the ranking to escape influence?}

_{"Noted, m'lord," Shireen hesitantly murmured, thinking it over with a frown.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify]_{[color=#d2d2d2]ic; "That's... really..." she trailed off, eyes wide with admiration. That was a wonderful idea, and it showed his unwavering loyalty towards Westeros; she had to respect Kenshi in that regard, he was loyal to whoever wore the crown.}

_{"Of course," she nodded, beginning to sift the soil with her paws.
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