Chapter 3

After leaving The King's study, Pyra stretched her limbs, which cracked her back, shoulders and joints, and walked down the hallway and down the stairs, before exiting the back door of the castle, and out into the night-covered garden. She walked on the illuminated lawn, going around the garden in circles and squares. She loved walking around in the night, as it always soothed her whenever she had something on her mind, which was very often.

Her licorice green cloak looked almost black in the night's shroud, fluttering slightly in the minimal breeze, but then Pyra sensed that she was being watched and spun around, seeing a familiar figure lounging on the castle wall. She smiled at the mysterious man and called out "Arran, come down."

The young man jumped down from the wall and landed in the shadows, straightening up and walked out of the shadows briskly, slowing down as he stepped into the moon's light, and revealed his face.

His moonlight blue eyes gleamed as his gaze got fixed on Pyra's strong and beautiful frame. His midnight black hair was naturally slightly shaggy, and had a small tufted ponytail on the back of his head, visible beneath his dark navy cap, plumed with a sole white feather.

A dark navy tunic made of thick wool was worn over a long sleeved midnight black under shirt and matching pants, tied up around the waist by a black belt with a silver buckle, with an adventure pouch on it behind his right hip, and a silver handled rapier in a black sheathe on his left hip. Knee high dark navy leather boots were pulled over his pant legs, and matching fingerless gloves were pulled over his strong hands, and the look was topped off with a dark navy hooded cloak, fastened on his collarbone with a silver brooch in the shape on Arendelle's symbol.

The young man, who was barely a day older than the age of nineteen, smiled cheekily at her and asked jokingly "You called, My Lady?"

Pyra smirked at him and snapped back jokingly with a hand on her hip "Cut the crap, Arran, and come and give your girlfriend a proper greeting."

They both smirked wider and strode closer to each other, until Pyra started jogging quickly and jumped into his arms, Arran spinning her around midair. After a few seconds of spinning around, Pyra was placed gently on her feet and Arran murmured into her hair "I missed you, babe."

She smiled warmly into his chest and replied back wistfully "I missed you to."

After a few moments like this, they broke apart slightly, holding onto each others' arms and Pyra asked him "How was your journey at sea?"

He smiled and exclaimed "It was fantastic! So many new countries, so many different and delicious cuisines, but no matter how many places I went to, there wasn't a single woman who could even compare with you."

Pyra smirked and slapped his shoulder playfully and chuckled "Cheesy bastard."

Arran chuckled back and kissed her cheek saying "I know, but it's true," finishing off by giving her a saucy wink. Pyra rolled her eyes playfully at him and linked her arm with his, walking slowly around the garden with Arran as he started telling her some stories of his adventures. After about half an hour, he suggested gently "Let's sit down, and you tell me what's been happening around here."

He led her to a garden bench and sat down, with Pyra sighing deeply at his side. He frowned slightly at this and Pyra told him "Work around here is very busy at the moment, with the greenhorns I have to train, the patrols I have to organise, it's getting kinda hectic. However, what I found out tonight is really concerning for me."

Arran's frown furrowed and he asked "What's wrong? Did something major happen?"

Pyra sighed slightly again and replied in a down voice "In a sense, yes. Oh Arran," she looked at him with saddened eyes and finished "Anna has the Kageran powers."

Arran looked shocked and asked incredulously "A-Anna's like you?"

Pyra turned away to face the ground, her eyes closed and her right hand rubbing her forehead and answered "Yes, she is. However, she won't have fully fledged fire powers until … until I ..."

Arran finished off sadly for her "Until you die."

She nodded sadly and Arran pulled her into an embrace, rubbing up and down her arm as a few strained tears fell from her tightly closed eyes. She whispered desperately to him "I have convince her parents to let me train her to become a knight, but I don't want to make such a sweet little girl a fearful and powerful warrior. However, she needs the discipline and the skill to keep her powers in check, and to protect herself if the Vikings come for either of us. Oh Gods above, I don't want to do this."

Arran nodded and hummed sympathetically, murmuring soothingly to her "I know, but you have no choice. The last time I saw the young princess was when she was three, being such a cheerful little thing. However, if you give her the love and happiness she needs and deserves, then she won't lose who she is. You said in your letters that despite the incident between her and Elsa, she still held onto the hope that she'd see Elsa again, despite her tears and loneliness. If that's the case, then she'll be a fine young lady, and a happy and optimistic one at that. She won't lose herself, I know it."

Pyra then looked up at him and asked "And if she did, what would happen then?"

He smiled and replied "Then she'll be pulled in the right direction by her loving and kind family, and her loving and kind mentor." He kissed the top of her head and finished "She'll be fine, I know it."

"I hope so," Pyra finalised solemnly, and leaned into her lover's embrace, letting his love warm her to the core and give her hope for Anna's future.

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The figure sighed wearily and commented "So much fluff. I'm surprised that I haven't gotten diabetes from it."

The figure ate some fruit and dumped the used and no-longer-needed notes and journal on the 'used notes pile' on the right hand side of the desk. The figure cracked his or her knuckles and joints again and fixed his or her clothing before continuing, taking another swig of mead while doing so.