>>6037230“I thank you, my friends,” the prince says, “But I need no help in this, for when in defense of Anastasia’s honor I know I cannot lose,” The noblewomen swoon at his words as Lyndale looks to be looking at a hero.
“Alby, are you sure?” She says with that sickeningly sweet voice of hers.
“With you here I know there is no obstacle I cannot overcome, my dear.”
Lyndale nods before grasping onto the glove with her hand as well, “And with you by my side even something as scary as this seems doable,” Together they turn their confident gaze towards you, the sight feeling like a punch to your gut.
A punch hard enough to wake you from your slumber with an “Oof!” as a small little cretin lands on top of you. You’re forced into a sitting position as your eyes open wide to the sight of a curious six-eyed child on your lap. “You’re pretty,” The child says as another, much larger, spider demihuman barges into your now open room.
“Charlotte!” She shouts before seeing your unflattering, beheaded form, “Goddess, I’m so sorry! Please excuse me!” She says as she takes her child off you and quickly retreats out of the room, throwing the door closed behind her. Unluckily, Asher’s house is not that well put together and the door creaks open just a bit, enough for you to hear Asher’s voice outside.
“So yeah, that’s pretty much the house. The Abbey said you’d be allowed here and the surrounding area as long as you don’t use your powers.”
“What’s with the dolls everywhere?” An unfamiliar man's voice says.
“I wish I knew, pretty sure they’re stalking me. Least one is, woke up with it on top of me last night, unless one of the girls is playing a prank on me. Oh, speaking of-” Asher says before shouting, “Lorina I’m giving your keys away!” Through the barely open door.
“Uurgh!“ Is the only thing your groggy mind can respond with.
“Sweet, thanks!” He responds anyway.
Your last morning in Ivern isn’t a very nice one as you shamble like a zombie through greetings with Asher's friend and his wife. The child doesn’t stop leaving you alone throughout the entire morning and neither Asher, who is busy talking to the blond commoner, nor Marie, who is laughing at you, help! Both of them are completely ungrateful for everything you’ve done for them! You’re too out of it to even give a coherent response to the information Asher is letting a Stranger stay at his house! Goddess’ sake nominally you’d at least spit out your coffee or something! You mean you do, but that’s because the child tackles you again, much to the apologies of her mother, Khakigg.
