"Hey Beautiful" Janaff said as he took wing, "Let me know when you're old enough to go out without a chaperon."
Lucia stared out the window at the noon-day sky. She was remembering the hawk-laguz's last words to her. It was always a rather melancholy subject, but one she couldn't seem to pull away from. It was time, she was old enough to go out without a chaperon, not that the chaperon was the issue. A smile flitted across her lips, Janaff was terrible with beorc ages, it was no wonder he didn't realize that no noble woman went out with strange me without an escort.
In the courtyard below, Geoffrey was preparing for the birthday celebration that night. He bustled around, looking important, and trying to make sure everything was perfect for his two favorite people. Lucia smiled, the birthday party was a symbol that life was returning to normal. It had always been this way, since Lucia's birth, she and Elincia had shared a party. Not because anyone was cheap or didn't want to plan it, but the two girls were so close it seemed...silly to separate the parties. She watched the blue haired man run around, half-crazed as he made sure everything was simply perfect. As it was every year, and as it would be without his panicking. What made it perfect was that every year, she grew older with her best friend and brother.
"He's certainly busy." Elincia said, appearing beside her friend.
"He always is, Majesty," the blue-haired maiden bowed.
"Lucia, please, I've asked you before. If its just us, just call me Elincia."
"Sorry, its a habit I'm trying to get into." Lucia smiled at the monarch.
"I know." the young queen pushed her green hair out of her eyes and smoothed her new orange dress.
"Um...Lucia...do you think Geoffrey will like this dress?" It was moments like this that reminded everyone their queen was still a young woman.
"Depends," Lucia laughed, "Are you wearing it?"
"Yes..."
"Then yes, absolutely."
"How do you know?" Elincia looked down-right terrified for a moment.
"He's my brother." the swordmaster answered, "You could wear a burlap sack and he would still find you the most beautiful woman in Tellius." The young monarch giggled and blushed, clearly pleased. Lucia smiled softly at her oldest and dearest friend.
Elincia and Geoffrey had been dancing around each other for years now, a beautiful (if somewhat irritating) ballet that seemed to be nearing the finale. Geoffrey had confided in his sister, and shared his plan to ask for Queen Elincia's hand in marriage. When Lucia had dropped the hint to her majesty, the green-haired maiden almost levitated with joy.
"Who was invited to tonight's revelry?" Lucia asked.
"Um..." Elincia closed her eyes in thought, "Lord Ike and his company, Emissaries from Gallia, Phonecias, Begion, and I believe Goldoa and Kilvas...but I'm not entirely sure..." the queen paused, "Why do you asked?"
"Just curious." Lucia bowed, "By your leave, I have an errand of two I must run."
"Of course." With that, the white-clad maiden left the room, her long blue hair coursing after her like a stream.
"I wonder what's bothering her..." Elincia asked herself, leaning against the window. She looked down to see Geoffrey looking up at her. She grinned and waved at the paladin, who immediately blushed straight to the roots of his short blue hair.