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~Sir Wymond~ Wymond could not express how glad he was to gaze upon Garl’s face at that moment – to see anyone from the castle had made it through the storm unharmed restored his faith in finding additional survivors. When Garl confirmed that Prince Owen was indeed inside the carriage, the guard...

~Prince Markolf II~ Markolf’s smile shifted from polite to more genuine as he saw that his inquiry was received well – and why should it not have been? After all, he had done everything right. He rarely got the chance to do good deeds for others; as a royal much of his actions were indirect...

~Prince Markolf II~ Markolf was not offended that his sister had deserted him to consort with her best friend, Prince Saric of Mazamri. In fact, he had completely expected it and it was about time for him to move on to other things. He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, very precise at...

~Princess Adelina~ Princess Adelina’s hand rose to cover her mouth as she stifled a slight laugh at the sight of how invested Saric seemed in Walter now that the two had met. When Elizabeth looked to her, Adelina returned the glance and shifted her full attention to the Duchess, her smile...

~Sir Wymond~ “We should slow down,” Wymond shouted through the storm as they came within what would have been sight from the village on a clear day. Maris’ reminder had brought back to him that it would be important to proceed more slowly now, so that they could focus on the world around them...

~Queen Adrienne of Hadria~ The Queen was quite pleased to see young Elizabeth at her ball, as well – this was a year of many first visits for guests from the allied kingdoms, and every new guest who had made it safely brought a smile to her face. “Thank you, for all of your well wishes,” she...

~Queen Adrienne of Hadria~ The Queen greeted Lord Blackwood with a polite and friendly nod, patiently listening to his greeting and showing the Lord a grateful smile as he mentioned the gifts he had brought to the castle. She was always happy to greet new Lords of Hadria, especially under more...

~Sir Wymond~ As Sir Wymond followed along behind Vincent, he thought about how fortunate it was that he and Maris seemed to have a similar sense of humor. He himself did not make jokes often – there was scarcely any room for that in his profession. And though neither of them knew Vincent all...

~Sir Wymond~ Wymond was impressed by the scents Vincent could already catch as soon as he shifted into his wolf form, so much so that this change seemed not to drastically phase the guard. The fact that the horses were adequately trained not to react unfavorably was very fortunate - in the past...

~Markolf & Adelina~ When asked how the journey to the castle had gone for him and his family, Markolf smiled warmly. “Actually, this is exactly what I wanted to speak with you on, Your Majesty. The roads are quite worn down, chipped up, cracking, and overgrown,” he explained. “It was a bumpy...

(Much better now) ~Sir Wymond~ Wymond nodded along to Maris' response to Vincent - he completely agreed. "Once you have shifted to your alternate form, I will attach your horse by the bridle to my own to lead it along. We will have it carry the wine and the cloaks, and then any stranded guests...

~Prince Saric~ Saric was always interested in how mysterious, unseen forces created change in the world – a scientific explanation never satisfied the Prince, and so he always dug a little deeper. There was a smirk, hidden by his scarves of course, as Skalden and Leopold discussed all things...

~Adelina~ Adelina patiently waited her turn, and Amalia’s audience with the Queen had just ended when she stepped up to speak with Adrienne. The Princess bowed before her. “Good evening, your majesty,” she greeted the Queen in her usual formal manner. “My family and I thank you once again for...

~Queen Adrienne~ Queen Adrienne's eyes became far brighter as the last person she had spoken to stepped aside to reveal Princess Amalia of Lunora. He could almost feel the Princess' excitement to be participating in this once-in a lifetime kind of event, and she only hoped that it would be...

~Princess Adelina~ Adelina nodded as Elizabeth explained her reasons for being in attendance at the ball - it was exactly what she had expected to hear. The Princess' face brightened as Elizabeth showed that she was interested in receiving her help, and after taking a last sip from her goblet...

Saric was enlightened by the knowledge that the High Lady did not travel, though he did understand - neither did his own father, after all. The Prince could picture himself woring as an emissary, were he not a royal with obligations to travel himself. He had always had that kind of wanderlust...

Wymond’s expression softened as Vincent described his ordeals of his life as a lycanthrope. While he himself was not a supernaturally-affected human being, he could relate to the experience of being feared by his comrades. He would never hurt anyone he worked with or was sworn to protect, but...

~Princess Adelina~ Princess Adelina shrugged softly, like the lady she was expected to present herself as. “I enjoy this event more than the others I have been forced through social obligations to attend. At least there’s food and wine, though the food won’t be at its best until Prince Saric...

~Sir Wymond~ Wymond already knew Vincent was a part of the Black Lions – while he did not appear very powerful, he knew that they were all capable and respectable in combat. It meant that Vincent most definitely had a trick or two up his sleeve, and may even have a supernatural power that made...

~Prince Saric~ Prince Saric had ridden through the cold for what felt like hours, but was only mere minutes. The Prince was well-acquainted with long rides on horse back through low visibility, but the bitter cold settling into his bones made this one slightly more difficult to endure. His eyes...