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Lianne
When she first found Dreichels again, he was both not the man she remembered so fondly, but also exactly the same. His rank, his role, his companions, all different. His stature, his voice, his charm, all the same. His majesty and his presence was the largest likeness to his old self, the boy on his shoulders and woman on his arm the biggest difference.
She had come too late.
Too late for her selfish wishes, too late to finally, after all these centuries, be with him. Be his, have him as hers.
She was in time, however, to guard his happiness.
Happiness that, while she did not, even could not, give him, she could protect it. He would still be haunted, but she hoped it hadn't found him yet.
Sending a message to Rose through the special amulet she was granted for this exact purpose, she kept watching over him. His life looked so good, a wonderful wife, a happy son and a rising career. She wished she was the one who gave him all that, she should have been the one to give him that, two hundred and forty years ago. All she could do now was watching over him, so that the beautiful life he led now wouldn't dissapear befor his eyes.
She was trecking back from the river with her makeshift camp when she felt it.
Hostiles
She called for Argreion and hurried toward his house. As she neared, she saw flames start to burst forth from the windows, and the sound of battle became louder and louder.
Argreion located an attacking squadron, and she charged. She cut through her enemies, stopping their assault on the house.
An explosion sounded from a fallen enemy, but she had more important matters to attend to.
The front door burst open, and the hostiles approached, and Dreichels emerged.
She needed to get to him.
One of the hostiles opened fire, the two others engaged Dreichels.
A scream sounded and Dreichels let out a furious bellow.
She needed to be faster.
Dreichels dispatched the first enemy, then looked in horror at the shooter.
Dreichels threw himself towards the door.
The shooter made his shot.
The Lance Maiden arrived.
Months have passed, and Drei-, Giliath had finally become stronger again. Having lost his right arm at the elbow, it had taken some time to get him back in good health, even with Rose's help. The loss of his wife was something much harder to overcome, but she was hopeful. Little Rean had miracolously surived the ordeal unscathed, and while he still cried after his mother some nights, he had taken a strong liking to her, which made her happy. Hopefully living up here in Ymir would give them a life of peace, with Giliath "little brother" as their host, they were surrounded by people she knew would welcome them into their community, the future finally looked bright.
Then the imperial family decided to visit.