Yes

Liandra couldn't think of anything to say, so she just enjoyed Dagor's warmth while he hugged her. She felt like crying when he let her go, and didn't say anything when Dagor excused himself from his room.

She wandered aimlessly around the room, trailing the piles of scrolls and documents. "This place is so dry" She mused to herself. The only thing it revealed about Dagor's personality was his commitment to work. "You give us so much, you are our staunchest defender" The princess was speaking to herself.

His wardrobe was neatly organized. Shirts folded, formal to one side, informal to the other. Boots lined at the bottom. Liandra picked a shirt and inhaled, smelling him in the fabric. "I wonder if he would miss this?"

It was then she noticed something shinning in the back of the wardrobe, something silvery. She reached for it, and found a handful of sheets. Music scores. They were old, and untitled, but Liandra could read them easily. A forlorn song of love long lost. "Oh, Gods...is he pining for someone?" And to the princess it all made sense, how Dagor embraced work... he was trying to forget 'her'.

But who was 'her'? In all of these years Liandra had never heard of Dagor engaging in any relationships of any kind. "She must be a foreigner, this melody doesn't appear to be Luxian".

"...I can play this" Liandra though it a nice gesture, after she had so offended her friend. She placed everything back, and left the room.

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Back in her room, she had a visitor. It was none other than the Blackhand herself.

"What are you doing in my room?!?" Liandra screamed, trying to leave, but shadowy bands stuck her door close.

"Calm down, princess. I am merely sating my... curiosity" The lavish redhead stood from her sitting place, and approached the scared teenager. "I was wondering why the Luxian princess was posing as a simple scribe. She wasn't bad at it either"

"I wasn't 'posing' or anything. I am Dagor's helper" The baroness quirked her eyebrow "It does sound like I hit a nerve."

"You... are wrong! Now leave!" The Nocterian tramp was standing much closer by then, and Liandra was getting scared. 'No' she though to herself. 'I still have Dagor's ring. She cant hurt me'

"I don't plan to hurt you, Princess. I saw how you were looking at me. At us." She was so... gorgeous. Her breasts gave her a voluptuous figure, and the leather armor revealed so much. It was no wonder men bowed to this slut. Her mouth was velvet, slick, and had such a thick taste. It felt strange, out of place in her. Salty. "This is how he tastes like, in case you were wondering" The baroness said as she broke the kiss. Liandra licked her lips, thinking of him. "Dagor..." she murmured, seeing the glistering saliva, wondering how much more of him she could take from the Nocterian.