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Will walked up to her.

She closed her eyes looking down

"Alina." He said quietly.

She looked up from her lashes, swallowing.

"You'll be a good leader. I know that you will.." He whispered.

"How? How could you be so sure?" She stammered.

"Because you have all the qualities of a good leader." He smiled lightly.

She swallowed, coming down from her panic attack. "Like what?"

"You're smart. You take control of situations. You think quickly..." Will listed.

She looked up. "I'm responsible for a whole empire now."

"Yeah. I've been responsible for one for a year... It's still doing good." He shrugged.

"You're different. You're stronger. I'm not strong." She replied.

"Yes you are. You'll get stronger too.... Right now, I can tell you're a wreck. You just lost your father and now you're supposed to be in charge of an empire..." He whispered.

She bit her lip and looked down, swallowing.

Will sighed

"Do you want to dance? Old time's sake?" She whispered

"Sure." He smiled lightly, holding his hand out to her.

She took it, smiling back.

Will smiled, looking at her.

"If you could keep up with me that is." She teased.

"I can." He smiled at her.

She laughed, starting the dance smoothly. "I've improved over the year."

Will smiled, dancing with her. "I missed you." He whispered.

She smiled shyly. "I missed you too."

Will bit his lip, looking at her.

"You forgot the dance." She laughed.

"Remember? We don't dance on my side, and the last time I danced was with you. At Elysium..." Will reminded her.

"Oh, right." She laughed. "I almost forgot that. That was the last time ever?"

Will nodded. "Yeah.."

"That's just sad." She closed her eyes, burying her face in his shoulder.

Will shrugged. He looked at her, biting his lip.

She relaxed a bit, but she was still a bit tensed.

He looked around before quickly kissing the top of her head.

She smiled a bit, still moving away to be sure.

Will looked at her, smiling lightly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" She touched his cheek briefly.

Will nodded. "Okay." He whispered.

((Time skip, a few days later?))

((Sure! Could you start?))

Alina was in the office, going through some of the old documents her father had kept. She had invited the leader of the Darks over for a political discussion, and though she did want to see him, she wasn't joking around. She sighed, exhausted.

Will arrived at the light side, a black backpack slung over his shoulder. He was led by a light guard to the office.

Alina buried her face in her hands. The stress was taking its toll on her; she hadn't slept peacefully in days.

Will knocked quietly on the door. The guard had walked away, knowing he wouldn't cause any trouble.

"Come in." She called out, re arranging all the astray papers.

Will quietly came into the room. He was dressed in black jeans and a black tucked in button don shirt. "Hello." He greeted, closing the door behind him.

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"Hi." She whispered, smiling weakly. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"You alright?" He asked gently, sitting in a chair across from her desk. He set his backpack on the floor.

"Yeah, just tired and stressed." She sighed and leaned back. "The citizens don't want to listen to me just because I'm a girl. It's been a bit troublesome to calm them down."

"It'll get easier. People will adjust." Will smiled lightly at her. He remembered what it was like when he took over as leader.