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Ice filled the room with a passionate fervor covering the group like a dome
“Eira…“ arthyr had whispered with great concern eira was filled with guilt how could he be so careless so reckless not only allowing the king to almost be touched, but to resort to magic? In front of foreigners that would spread the word without hesitation? He was mortified but what mattered in that moment was to king he at least did his job sloppily, but he was safe. the sigh of relief was muddled between his heavenly breathing. Eira could feel the ice on his finger tips collecting like frost on a window he hated it
“Sooooo you’re a witch.” Heartless didn’t know what to say, so he stated the obvious. The man with the white hair cocked his head and scoffed
“If you haven’t used your magic in 3 years does that still make you a witch?” Eira retorted he tried to wipe the ice off his hands whether it was out of shame or a nervous figet no one could say.
Flint spoke” of course it does I- wait, 3 whole years!?”
A sharp intake of air “Geez, guess I was right when I thought you were repressed.” Alchemy rubbed the back of their neck “are you like, okay? That can’t be good for you. Not using your magic for extended periods of time like that can affect your body in a myriad of ways and-“
He hated this these random people caring about him. He hated his failure to fulfill his duty. He hated all of this. The person’s voice was overwhelming, the cracking of the ice amongst the panicking more irritating than anything else. The they put his hand on his shoulder. And he began to overflow.
“I AM FINE!” He snapped “Anyway it doesn’t matter how I feel, your highness are you okay?” His attitude switched so fast it could cause whiplash. He’s overflowing again he hated this he was a disgrace he thought, he can’t even Stand a litte stress the moment something is out of order he freaks out but he has to attend to the king. If he fails at that he might as well die.
“Eira.”
“Yes arthyr?” It came out panicked he can’t stop his mask from cracking.
“It’s colder did you use your magic?”
The knight lowered is head out of guilt. “It’s okay if you did” he smiled that smile that assured everyone who ever saw it that all was okay “you did your job now let’s get us and these kind mail people out of here”
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“Yes, my king”