As metal shoes scraped against hard marble floor, Yvaine Denton was – literally - dragged into the throne room by guards who held a firm grip to her upper arms.

"Why can't you stand up for once?" One of the guards asked.

"Because I'm lazy." Yvaine replied, the silver haired female honestly not minding her skin scraping across the hard stone floor. The grip on her arms released and she fell to her knees, an irritated sigh emitting from her pale lips. Lifting her head revealed nearly glowing teal eyes hidden beneath silver bangs normally tucked behind her slightly pointed ear, now falling in front of her left eye. Her white, gold, and gray armor accented her pale skin and fit her form rather nicely, showing off her figure. "What's up?" Her gaze shifted to look to the golden haired woman, which earned her a smack in the back of her head by the other guard.

"You will address me as 'Your Majesty', knight." The woman sneered as she stood, sparkling purple eyes narrowed in her direction. This woman was, in simple terms, beautiful. Her eyes were easy to get lost in since they were such an odd colour. Her skin was paler than the average citizen of the Dusk Realm, though she wouldn't be compared to a vampire. If not for her short height, she would be considered the perfect shape for a woman. And you could tell how short the ruler was, because when Yvaine stood, she came up to only her shoulder. And Yvaine was about 5'10".

Yvaine's head rolled back, muttering something inaudible to the others, and then waited a few seconds before she bowed politely. "Your Majesty." She said in a teasingly polite voice

"That's better." Her Majesty crossed her arms. "Now, I have a mission for you." Walking up to the youth, she had to tilt her head back in order to get a good look at her.

One of her slender, silver eyebrows raised in a bored curiosity. "Another one?" She got another slap in the back of her head. "What is it this time, Your Majesty?" She addressed the woman through clenched teeth.

Her Majesty's eyebrow twitched. "You," She turned around and took a few steps forward. "Shall follow three soldiers, two boys and one female, to wherever they go and aid them." She turned back around. "One is the Keyblade master." She sounded like it was obvious as to why it was an important mission.

Yvaine made a jazz hand-like motion with her hands, mimicking fear to mock Her Majesty. "Oooh."

"This is a very big deal, Yvaine. And, if you succeed to bring them all here in the end…" She tapped her right ankle with her foot, and there was a soft jingling sound. "You might receive what you've always wanted." Her voice was lower as she said that.

Yvaine's eyes flickered with hope for a split second, and got on one knee as she bowed, her stomach pressed against her knee in how low she was. "Yes, Your Majesty." Her voice was suddenly polite and formal, like she knew how much whatever she blackmailed Yvaine with would be certain to get her to cooperate.

A smirk spread across her pale pink lips. "Very well. You might notice that when you get there, you cannot see." She tapped the side of her face in a teasing manner. "Call it a torture technique, if you must. This," A seeing rod appeared in front of Yvaine, floating. "Will be your weapon. It reacts to how you're feeling, and if you call out for it, it will not come. Everything must be in your head." She tapped her temple as she said the last sentence. "Is that clear?" Her arms crossed against her chest, sticking out a hip and raising an eyebrow.

Yvaine waited a few moments, and when one of the soldiers hit her head again, she growled. "Transparently." The word was forced out between tight, clenched jaws, nearly a hiss.

"Good, good." The shorter woman turned around and waved her hand in a dismissive way. "Off with her." She ordered, and the two soldiers saluted before taking Yvaine by her arms again and dragging her off.

"I'll make sure to never update!" Yvaine called before the doors closed, saying farewell by a sloppy salute.

Silence followed once they were out of the throne room and back into the long hallway. "Hey, boys." Yvaine allowed her head to fall back in order to look at the two soldiers. "How about we get some food before I take off?" She smirked.

"Ha ha." The soldier on the left sarcastically laughed. "Nice try."

Sticking her tongue out at the man, Yvaine gave him a crooked grin. "Can't say it wasn't worth a try…" She blinked, her head still back, watching where they were taking her. "I get to use the teleporter, don't I?"

No response.

A heavy sigh came from her. "Peachy." Her shoulders slumped, if that was even possible, given her position. "Where exactly is this place I'm going to?"

"A small island." The one to her left answered with a sigh. "Stand very still." He commanded, and the two tossed her on a flat, circular platform.

Yvaine smirked. "No need to tell me." She rolled her shoulders as she stood, stretching her sore limbs. "Farewell, boys. I'm goin' to a more exciting place than this boring old dump." She grinned, watching one of them roll his light green eyes. "See you later, Kai." Her voice was kinder when she said that.

The soldier smirked a little beneath the shadow of his helmet. "Goodbye, Yvaine." He replied before hitting a glowing green button, and the female was gone in a flash of light.

What Yvaine saw, however, was darkness taking over her eyes and her body falling limp.