PeaceMaker

'Attaching myself to his hip isn't something I would like to do if I chose the option of refusing the offer. I would come off as clingy and be a disgrace to other villagers.'

She stopped walking for a moment, a sudden thought striking her, "why am I so concerned anyway? He's a prince, he has guards, even the medics are trained in martial arts to some extent. I could feel it on that silver-haired man. Was it even in my place to worry? Afterall… my family died at their hands… leaving him alive is enough, there's so point to be worried about his safety.

'But blaming others for things that happened over a decade ago is messed up, especially if they are their offspring who was barely old enough to remember what happened. I'm not that rash,' she praised herself, drawing a red-seeded dandelion out of her bun and twirling it with her fingers. 'But I guess my parent and elder think otherwise...seeing as they were there to experience it and felt the worst of the heart-wrenching pain from that lost battle. I guess I can't blame them for having that twisted point of view, after all, I remember the heartbroken screams and agony, plus the blood was so vivid, it's painted permanently in my mind.'

The image of Dominic in pain again flashed through her mind.

"Ha…" She absentmindedly chuckled staring at the dandelion's white fluff. She brought it up to her lips and blew, watching the seeds lift off from the head of the dandelion and drift softly into the air, dancing on the soft wind. "I guess I'm a hypocrite."

She twisted the long stem of the dandelion into a loop and tied it around her wrist.

"Nothing bad about being a hypocrite this time," she smiled.

"Hello Silva!" someone greeted, waving at Desilva as she passed by.

Desilva was so stuck in her thoughts that she barely noticed.

"DESILVAAA!" a hand smacked her across the back, jolting her back into reality.

"What in the-" Desilva yelped, sharply thrusting her fist in the direction of the person who smacked her.

"Woahhh there, calm down," the voice nervously replied, barely dodging the punch.

"Chalice?" Desilva gasped, immediately withdrawing her arm, "why did you hit me?!"

Chalice looked up to Desilva like she had lost her mind and then rolled her eyes, "why did you suddenly go deaf?"

"Deaf…?"

"Yes! I greeted you and you didn't even notice!"

"Ah…" Desilva blushed, "sorry… I didn't notice."

"Yea.. I can tell,"

"Chalice! Comeon!" a voice called behind Chalice, surrounded by a group of friends, some from Desilva's village and the other's people she didn't know

Desilva turned, trying to identify the voice, "isn't that one of the soldier's in Dominic's army?"

Chalice immediately blushed, "yea… I have to go now! We planned to do something today. SEEYA LATER!!"

Desilva watched Chalice run off to the boy's side and locked eyes with the boy for a brief second before he turned back to Chalice, patting her head.

"Ah, I see," Desilva chuckled, watching them walk for a bit before turning back to enjoy her stroll.

She examined the lively environment around her while fingering with the stem bracelet she made, ignoring the stares she felt from time to time. She already knew she was going to be watched closely, so it wasn't a big deal to her.

She liked this… the air around her was much livelier than the village had been in years, it was something much more valuable than saving the pride of a couple of scarred elders.

'Maybe that wasn't a good way to think about it…' Desilva thought to herself as she looked up at the sky, 'their pain is just as important, but it just isn't taken care of correctly.'

Death wasn't the solution to all problems and Desilva knew that well enough. The community she was living in now was so bright that she couldn't go back to the grey walls of her village, even if that meant living in tents.If she decided to kill Dominic, she was killing the new light in everyone's days along with him and just bringing another wave of blood. She was pretty sure Chalice wouldn't want to fight the boy she had met and neither did Desilva want to Dominic and she was keeping it that way.

"Desilva," a voice called out.

She gave no answer again as she was lost in her thoughts, admiring the light mood around her.

"MRS. MILTI!" the voice yelled, breaking into Desilva's mind.

She turned around immediately, her body straightening up as a reflex of hearing her last name.

"YES!" she replied stiffly, flinching when she noticed who had called her.

It was the strong female commander that was very close to Dominic, with such defined and fierce brown eyes that her aura screamed, impenetrable.

Desilva's eyes drifted down to the bandage around Litian's arm. War had proved the opposite, managing to break through her soft-looking but study skin but reinforced the strength in her eyes.

Desilva slowly locked eyes with Litian, her eyes being drawn to Litian's by the sheer power in Litian's aura. She looked in the dark brown of Litian's eyes, surprised at how they fit her so well. Her hair was nearly the same color of her eyes, but deeper under further examination and her soft but slightly masculine features fit her mood perfectly. Her green outfit completely pulled the look together, giving her an elegant air… except for the sword that hung on her waist that served as a reminder of who she was.

"Mrs. Milti? Is there something on my face?" Litian asked, touching her face self-consciously.

Desilva blushed, realizing that she had been staring.

"No.. nothing," she replied, relaxing her stance a bit, "is there something you'd like to tell me ma'am?"

"Oh, yes," Litian smiled, the intense air around her lighting up a bit, "his highness requested for your presence."

"Dominic?" Desilva asked.

Litian flinched at Desilva's use of his first name, "yes, Your Highness requested your audience.. He's waiting for you in his tent."