The two Pyros and a Neuro walk into the room alone. Nobody else is in the room. No guards or anything. Just them.

"Well," Alric sits on a chair at the large conference table, "This is rather tense."

Eiran glares at him, Anastasia holds back a smile.

"Just tell us what we need to know," Eiran orders.

Alric rolls his eyes. "You’ve always were the impatient one. Tell me, how’s Ishaan?"

"That is none-"

"Ishaan is doing great!" Anastasia cuts in.

"Good, good," Alric nods. "I would like to speak to him, if I ever get the chance."

"If he even wants to speak to you," Eiran mutters.

"Congratulations on the marriage, by the way," Alric gestures to Ana’s ring.

Something flickers in Eiran’s face when their marriage is mentioned. Like he was smiling almost.

Anastasia beams. "Thank you!"

Eiran schools his face. He clears his throat and straightens up. "Yes. Thank you," he nods firmly at Alric. "Right, shall we get back to business?" he asks. But more politely this time—less harsh.

Anastasia sits down in front of Alric and Eiran stands behind her chair, a hand on the back of it.

"Well, what do you need to know?"

"How many people are we going to need?" Ana asks.

"We have about five-hundred men going to battle. These guys are strong so you guys will probably need around six to seven hundred."

She nods in response.

Alric opens his mouth but then closes it again.

Eiran notices this. "Well go on then, spit it out."

He exhales. "I have a..friend. That might be able to help you."

"A friend?" Ana raises an eyebrow.

"Oh my gosh, he has friends," Eiran says.

Alric glares at him. "Of course I have _friends_. Anyway, she has about two hundred people she’ll be able to get to you."

Both of their eyes widens. "Who is she?" Ana asks.

"So.. You know how my father decided to start a whole genocide in his kingdom against Neuros?"

"I believe we are aware."

"There may or may not be a rebellion that started because of that.. My friend is the daughter of the leader. Her name is Clementine."

"Your friends with the very people that hate you?" Eiran raises an eyebrow.

"Well no—I’m not exactly _friends_ with her-"

"Then how were you able to convince her to give us her people?" Ana tilts her head. "And how does she trust you of all people to actually deliver the message?"

Alric hesitates.

Anastasia gasps. "Oh my gosh! You’re in love with her! And she loves you!"

"Oh my Pyron…" Eiran mutters. He pulls away from the chair and buries his face in his hands.

Alric does the same with his hands. "Shut up."

"You’re father is going to kill you, you know?"

"You don’t think I know that?" he answers back to him. "I’m in love with the very person that my father wants dead," he leans his head back on the chair.

Anastasia face melts and she pats his shoulder. "Awh. It’s okay!"

"His father abuses him," Eiran deadpans. "It is not okay, bubble."

Anastasia raises her eyebrows. "He still does that?"

Alric sighs softly. "Yeah.."

Anastasia huffs. "I am going to-"

"Can we go back to politics and not personal dilemmas?" he cuts her off.

She sighs softly and nods. "Yeah.

(Based off of my WOF series)