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Fantasy ♔. King of Kings - In Character
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genesis: opening post
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ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs & sᴏᴀʀ
- Genesis: The Festival
The stillness of the morning dew surpassed the realm as the sun slowly rose from its slumber. A family of robin red breast fledglings were ready to leave their nest, following in suit of their mother. Small little chirps could be heard as it echoed around the capitol, it was loud and clear from above. Mother Nature seemed to have been in a wonderful mood recently for the past year as the crops were well harvested and the plants were well-tended on. There were a surplus of agriculture and animals to feast on for not only the people, but for the King of King's important guest: the royal candidates. The Capitol made sure to put their best foot forward as they made the proper arrangements on picking and choosing royal guards and the soldiers that would keep watch, keeping the people in check. Not only were the guards carefully chosen, but the greeters as well, since they were the ones in charge of making a good impression on the nobles of the other kingdoms and those they wished to bring. Oh, what a time to be alive to know that every kingdom would be in attendance at the festival!
Soon, it was time to begin. The people of Imperium Renata were beginning to wake up and start the eventful day: the bakers were opening their windows, letting the smell of fresh baked bread permeate throughout the capitol, and the market stalls were beginning to open up, adding little flairs of their own ornaments and decorations to attract customers. Different lanterns hung from each building as well as flags that represented their corresponding kingdom. Each and every kingdom were praised along with their respective ruler. The people of Imperium Renata were beyond estatic for the celebration of the recent past peaceful 40 year reign of their King of Kings: King Medici. It was a cause for celebration and better yet, business would be booming far better than ever! Festivals were always the greatest events of the months. Preparations had already begun early in the year to ensue a successful commemoration! As the bustling capitol started to become much more lively, carriages, fleets, and ships started to arrive in Imperium Renata. The royal candidates were always the ones being treated with much more favoritism as they were guided towards the Palace of the King of Kings. The royal candidates were tended to as to whatever they needed while not only in the Palace but also in the Capitol.
However, as much as how festive it was outside in the Capitol, inside the Palace was much more extravagant. The palace was magnificent to have the privileged to not only lay eyes upon but to be given a grand tour of the whole area. Expensive silk draped on every window, expensive fine art used for utilities such as dining and other usage, original paintings that hung on the walls of each room, surplus of flowers in the garden as well as plants, a ball room that housed beautiful hand-made instruments and classical artwork, and so much more space that it would take decades to remember the layout of. Nevertheless, the whole palace was open for the royal candidates to explore if they wish or if they would like to join in the festivities.
But, outside of the palace laid much more freedom and excitement. Music could be heard, echoing through the stone, cobbled marbled streets of the Capitol. Some adults were dancing their native folklore dances, children were playing and laughing in the streets, and the whole festival was filled with good-heartedness, as if nothing could ever go wrong during such a joyous occasion. Sometimes stories were told to children, using puppets, or even sometimes the story-teller would speak of legends and folklore surrounding Imperium Renata or even other Kingdoms. Nevertheless, through this seven day festival, the people and their nobles were united and it was only then, during such events, that perhaps, even the smallest amount of hope could be seen of equality and humanity left in the world. Imperium Renata's main goal of such festival is to remind others that such ideals can happen, if one truly believes in it.
So now that you have arrived at the festival, what do you think of the festival? How did your majesties and their servants arrive? How do you feel about it? What emotions are surfacing? Are you touched by such a pleasant scene or would you not enjoy the atmosphere? What will you be doing during your down time? Will you cause trouble? Or will you find alliances and make allies or perhaps even enemies? The choice is yours, especially in Imperium Renata.
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nymphadora.
𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮.
NADIA STEPANCHIKOV —
The following days leading up to the festival in Krasivaya were nothing short of celebrations. Night after night, the people of krasivaya were welcomed into the castle with welcoming arms as the country celebrated the queen's acceptance into the King of Kings festival. Nadia was grateful for the opportunity to attend such a spectacular event but there was a hole inside of her that wasn't excited or happy, instead it anxious and worried if she would be even able to succeed for her country. But she couldn't let her country know that, she made a promise to build it back to it's former glory and she was going to do that, even if it meant doing it with her own bare hands. Night after night, the people of Nadia's country would celebrate in the castle with pints in their hands and smiles on their faces, even the former Queen and Nadia's mother came out of her dark room to congratulate her daughter on her success. It was a happy time in Krasivaya, but that worried hole inside of Nadia only seemed to grow as the day slowly crawled near.
With the arrival of the festival drawing near each day, Nadia boarded on the country's finest ship with a handful of her servants and her best friend and advisor, Lev. Her heart seemed to race as she placed one foot in front of the other, her brain began to fill with anxious filled thoughts as her mother waved goodbye with joyful tears running down her pale cheek and the rest of the country waving goodbye to their young Queen. Nadia hadn't felt fear in a long time, she used to be friends with it as a child as she walked down the streets begging for food and warmth from strangers. It felt unreal to her, she was once a commoner who cowered under the royal name but now the commoners under her name. Nadia waved goodbye to her country as the captain began to yell orders to his crew and began to the long trip to the festival. The trip to the festival on the ship was uneventful. Nadia spent her time shivering in the air with her expensive gowns as she lost herself in her thoughts, wondering and worrying if it was worth it at all. There had to be another way. But she couldn't say that to anyone, it seemed like everyone thought that the festival was a good idea from the start.
On the day of arrival, Nadia could feel the warmth of the new country warm her pale skin up. It felt foreign to her, Krasivaya was known for being cold but with the sun against her skin, it seemed to wash all of Nadia's worries away. The Queen stood on the edge of the ship's deck, her hands wrapped around the railing as she allowed the cool air to intertwine with her long brow curls. A small smile curled upon Nadia's dark red lips as her ears echoed with the sounds of the Captain yelling orders to the crew once more. Her eyes were filled with awe as they focused on the land they were slowly floating towards. She took in the bright colors of the country and how beautiful it looked with it's green trees surrounding the area and the brightly decorated houses. "Doesn't it look amazing?" She murmured with a smile to whoever was nearby to hear her speak. One of Nadia's maids soon came scurrying up to her with a warm smile, ushering the Queen back to her quarters to change her into something more appropriate. Nadia listened as she made her way back to her room where more maids were waiting for her there. Soon, Nadia's room was filled with maids as they pulled and tugged on every strand of hair and body limb on Nadia until she looked stunning. After what seemed like an eternity, Nadia was allowed to leave her quarters and leave the ship.
Nadia made her way back onto the deck where she found Lev, her best friend since childhood and advisor. "Do I look okay?" She asked with a nervous raised brow, raising her arms slightly to show her new gown to Lev. She had always trusted him for his opinions, even if it was something small as how she looked. She couldn't help but loose herself in Lev's eyes as she spoke once more, "I believe we still have some time to explore before we head to the palace," Nadia smirked towards Lev as she threw a glance to the town square, "Shall we go explore?" She asked curiously in a hush tone.
With the arrival of the festival drawing near each day, Nadia boarded on the country's finest ship with a handful of her servants and her best friend and advisor, Lev. Her heart seemed to race as she placed one foot in front of the other, her brain began to fill with anxious filled thoughts as her mother waved goodbye with joyful tears running down her pale cheek and the rest of the country waving goodbye to their young Queen. Nadia hadn't felt fear in a long time, she used to be friends with it as a child as she walked down the streets begging for food and warmth from strangers. It felt unreal to her, she was once a commoner who cowered under the royal name but now the commoners under her name. Nadia waved goodbye to her country as the captain began to yell orders to his crew and began to the long trip to the festival. The trip to the festival on the ship was uneventful. Nadia spent her time shivering in the air with her expensive gowns as she lost herself in her thoughts, wondering and worrying if it was worth it at all. There had to be another way. But she couldn't say that to anyone, it seemed like everyone thought that the festival was a good idea from the start.
On the day of arrival, Nadia could feel the warmth of the new country warm her pale skin up. It felt foreign to her, Krasivaya was known for being cold but with the sun against her skin, it seemed to wash all of Nadia's worries away. The Queen stood on the edge of the ship's deck, her hands wrapped around the railing as she allowed the cool air to intertwine with her long brow curls. A small smile curled upon Nadia's dark red lips as her ears echoed with the sounds of the Captain yelling orders to the crew once more. Her eyes were filled with awe as they focused on the land they were slowly floating towards. She took in the bright colors of the country and how beautiful it looked with it's green trees surrounding the area and the brightly decorated houses. "Doesn't it look amazing?" She murmured with a smile to whoever was nearby to hear her speak. One of Nadia's maids soon came scurrying up to her with a warm smile, ushering the Queen back to her quarters to change her into something more appropriate. Nadia listened as she made her way back to her room where more maids were waiting for her there. Soon, Nadia's room was filled with maids as they pulled and tugged on every strand of hair and body limb on Nadia until she looked stunning. After what seemed like an eternity, Nadia was allowed to leave her quarters and leave the ship.
Nadia made her way back onto the deck where she found Lev, her best friend since childhood and advisor. "Do I look okay?" She asked with a nervous raised brow, raising her arms slightly to show her new gown to Lev. She had always trusted him for his opinions, even if it was something small as how she looked. She couldn't help but loose herself in Lev's eyes as she spoke once more, "I believe we still have some time to explore before we head to the palace," Nadia smirked towards Lev as she threw a glance to the town square, "Shall we go explore?" She asked curiously in a hush tone.
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Jordan Brinkman
100% Not an Alien Problem Child
King Sjoni (Sho-nee) Basara
Location - Marketplace | Scenario - Wandering the Festival | With Jitara
PixieDust
| No mention
Dressed in his travel blacks, Sjoni steps off the ship, his gaze flicking quickly over each detail. His mind moves quickly, assessing everything it can. His mind moves back to the time on the ship. He can almost feel the time going by like a dull ache in his back. It wore on too long but it was the best be could do. It was fine, being known as some guy and not a king. He needed the time to sit by himself and listen to only the roar of the sea in his ears. However, those thoughts become more distant as the bright colors and lively streets bombard his senses. The sounds of voices drone in his ears and his eyes struggle to pick out detail after colorful detail. Had he been home, this wouldn't be such a difficult task for him. The Spider's Nest had never been this alive, not unless there was to be a funeral. Even then, the colors were dulled and it was a celebrated time of new beginnings. The sounds of sad marches and droning whispers about the passed were all that would fill one's ears on the streets. Now, he was bombarded with color and deadened by sound, his mind dealing at all the possibilities. He didn't know what he was to do now, unable to settle the buzzing cloud that muted his sharp mind. His thoughts drift homeward again, mainly to her. He was here and it should have been her - Lin Rebekkah Basara, true queen to Cyprus. He couldn't help but think of her in this time. She would have loved the life and the colors. She was a lively woman who broke all tradition of home. She wore whites and golds accented with warm and bright colors. She was the beautiful swan that Sjoni should have become but he remained plain sans his vibrant eyes - sharp and all knowing.
It wasn't where Sjoni deserved to be but he knew that his guards would like the colors of the festival as they were vastly different from himself. For them, he would stay so he needn't drag them away from the festivities. The odd young man finds somewhere to sit off to one side and listen to the live music. It was the one thing that he could enjoy and thrive in the subjective and universal experience. This is the one thing that he could enjoy like everyone else. However, as the sweet notes of the western music fills his ears, his eyes shift to a stand just beside him. Upon the simple counter was beautiful golden jewelry, inlaid with the most perfect gems Sjoni has ever seen.
Something inside him told him to look into them, maybe adorn himself in the gold his family had worn for centuries but yet still he hesitates. The woman behind the counter looks to the young man and smiles wide.
"Liking what you're seeing, m'lord?" She asks. Sjoni looks up to her and seems a bit confused having not heard her the first time. She happily repeats herself.
"Your wares are lovely, ma'am. Where are the gems from?"
"Here and there - Numerous places. I believe you'd do well with this." She holds up a necklace with a thicker chain that resembles rope and hanging precisely in the center is an emerald with silver feathers holding it to the chain. His eyes glitter like the gem. "A Cyprisian emerald, like yourself." She comments. Sjoni smiles a little.
"Its gorgeous, ma'am." He offers, surprised by the feeling other than neutrality in his heart. It was strange almost foreign.
"2 silver bits, if you'd like it. A low price, I know, but it'll remind you of home." She offers with a subtle wink. Sjoni carefully pulls the two bits from his pouch and offers them to her.
"You are very kind. Thank you." he offers with a soft smile as she sets it in his palm. She offers a soft nod and goes back to her work. Sjoni looks down to the pendant and feels warmth in his heart. He carefully places it around his long neck, allowing it to sit at his collar bone. She was right, it reminded him of home and why he was here - Lin wanted him to be something good in the world.
Location - Marketplace | Scenario - Wandering the Festival | With Jitara
PixieDust
| No mentionDressed in his travel blacks, Sjoni steps off the ship, his gaze flicking quickly over each detail. His mind moves quickly, assessing everything it can. His mind moves back to the time on the ship. He can almost feel the time going by like a dull ache in his back. It wore on too long but it was the best be could do. It was fine, being known as some guy and not a king. He needed the time to sit by himself and listen to only the roar of the sea in his ears. However, those thoughts become more distant as the bright colors and lively streets bombard his senses. The sounds of voices drone in his ears and his eyes struggle to pick out detail after colorful detail. Had he been home, this wouldn't be such a difficult task for him. The Spider's Nest had never been this alive, not unless there was to be a funeral. Even then, the colors were dulled and it was a celebrated time of new beginnings. The sounds of sad marches and droning whispers about the passed were all that would fill one's ears on the streets. Now, he was bombarded with color and deadened by sound, his mind dealing at all the possibilities. He didn't know what he was to do now, unable to settle the buzzing cloud that muted his sharp mind. His thoughts drift homeward again, mainly to her. He was here and it should have been her - Lin Rebekkah Basara, true queen to Cyprus. He couldn't help but think of her in this time. She would have loved the life and the colors. She was a lively woman who broke all tradition of home. She wore whites and golds accented with warm and bright colors. She was the beautiful swan that Sjoni should have become but he remained plain sans his vibrant eyes - sharp and all knowing.
It wasn't where Sjoni deserved to be but he knew that his guards would like the colors of the festival as they were vastly different from himself. For them, he would stay so he needn't drag them away from the festivities. The odd young man finds somewhere to sit off to one side and listen to the live music. It was the one thing that he could enjoy and thrive in the subjective and universal experience. This is the one thing that he could enjoy like everyone else. However, as the sweet notes of the western music fills his ears, his eyes shift to a stand just beside him. Upon the simple counter was beautiful golden jewelry, inlaid with the most perfect gems Sjoni has ever seen.
Something inside him told him to look into them, maybe adorn himself in the gold his family had worn for centuries but yet still he hesitates. The woman behind the counter looks to the young man and smiles wide.
"Liking what you're seeing, m'lord?" She asks. Sjoni looks up to her and seems a bit confused having not heard her the first time. She happily repeats herself.
"Your wares are lovely, ma'am. Where are the gems from?"
"Here and there - Numerous places. I believe you'd do well with this." She holds up a necklace with a thicker chain that resembles rope and hanging precisely in the center is an emerald with silver feathers holding it to the chain. His eyes glitter like the gem. "A Cyprisian emerald, like yourself." She comments. Sjoni smiles a little.
"Its gorgeous, ma'am." He offers, surprised by the feeling other than neutrality in his heart. It was strange almost foreign.
"2 silver bits, if you'd like it. A low price, I know, but it'll remind you of home." She offers with a subtle wink. Sjoni carefully pulls the two bits from his pouch and offers them to her.
"You are very kind. Thank you." he offers with a soft smile as she sets it in his palm. She offers a soft nod and goes back to her work. Sjoni looks down to the pendant and feels warmth in his heart. He carefully places it around his long neck, allowing it to sit at his collar bone. She was right, it reminded him of home and why he was here - Lin wanted him to be something good in the world.
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revalia
#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
It was an early morning for the young hand-maiden, especially due to the constant swaying motions of the ship they were on board due to the waves' impact against the hulls. Her nerves couldn't contain her for such an event coming towards them either. Well, her princess rather than herself. However, it felt like whatever came her princess' way, came towards her as every experience they have always shared together. Ever since they were two little girls running around the palace and playing dress up. Staying up late together incognito, trying not to get caught. Now, her princess was getting her chance in the reign by getting the invitation to head to the Imperia Renata for such events. By now they were inching nearer and nearer as time passed, looking out of the small porthole, she could see vague outlines in the very distance, not very clear in fact. Land. She was grateful they had made it... almost. The sea was certainly not her friend, her stomach had been on constant tumbles ever since she stepped foot on such a ship.
With a soft sigh, the female shifted off the wooden bed near the servants wing and went to her red velvet bag which contained the majority of her belongings. Some of her pretty gowns laid with those of the princess since she offered to keep them neat for her. That being said, all of Ella's lovely gowns used to belong to Áine , either she never used them or simply grew out of them. However, not as extravagant as those of her princess, they were still rather nice. Slipping herself out of her night gown the female covered herself with a nice pastel pale blue gown that had golden roses embroidered in the chest area, one flap over the other. Not to mention the rose belt adorning her hips, it was important to her. It was the symbol of her family, the Brádens. It was the only link to her parents she had left. Brushing her long, wavy reddish brown hair, she braided the front strands of each side. Looking down on er dresser she unwrapped something out of the piece of cloth, a golden rose to be exact. Picking it up with both hands she smiled, "I believe in you princess. Always will." she muttered before kissing the piece of metal and placing the hair clip in her hair, joining the two braids at the back while the rest of her hair remained hung in beautiful waves. The clip was given to her by none other than Áine herself, as a token of love and gratitude upon gaining her position as her personal hand-maiden to say the least, more importantly as a token of sisterhood. Without her Ella would have already been in the streets due to her tyrannic father ever since her aunt passed away. Áine had saved her that fate by taking her as her hand-maiden. Finishing up by slipping her sandals the young hand-maiden headed out of her quarters to get her sire readied up for what's to come.
Passing by the servants quarter, she passed the kitchen where the chef's had hopefully prepared the princess' breakfast she always picked up. With that she entered, "Morning Paulo, the princess' usual please."
The chef, "Right away there dear." and with a swift motion a tray appeared in front of Ella which she examined well before she took it. Her lips curled down a bit when she observed. A nice cup of tea, green tea, Áine's favorite, with some steam slowly dancing away from the teacup. Mild temperature... perfect. Her blue-grey eyes then fell on two plates which had something off. One contained a pair of nice, sweet scented blueberry muffins, however the other had scrambled eggs. That was not right. "Paulo... what is this I see? Since when does the princess take scrambled eggs? You of all people should know that her preference are poached not scrambled." she said sternly. "If you can change that now it would be better." with that she slipped the plate aside, she could enjoy some nice scrambled as the chef made a new. She still yet to have breakfast, however she helped herself to some lemon tea which quenched her thirst every time. By the time, the chef was done he placed two poached eggs on the tray, "There you go. Sorry for the inconvenience, everyone is static for the festivities."
Ella's lips quirked up from the left side, "As long as it doesn't repeat itself, I shall not tell, no worries. Bid you a good day!"
With that she picked up the tray and motioned her way to the opposed wing, the royal wing of the ship. The wing where the princess was laying asleep. Giving a faint knock at the door she heard no answer, she must have been still in her slumber. Opening the door ajar, she poked her head in and her suspicions were true. Entering the female closed the door silently behind her before placing the tray down on the bedside table. Looking down at the bed, the princess was in her sleep, she looked so adorable. It's a shame she had to wake her up, they were nearing land after all and she had to get her ready. Going to where the portholes where she uncovered them from the curtain like fabric to let the sunlight in, "Rise and shine my princess, time to wake up."
The scent of her breakfast by her side should aid in the wake up call as it smelt simply divine that even Ella was getting hungry all over again. Shifting her way by the princess' bed she slowly uncovered her from the duvets so she can wake up properly before seeing her wardrobe. She tended to do that while Áine ate her breakfast.
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Kent
Imagination will bring us everywhere
♔King Gabriel Louise von Hasstrel♔
♔. King of Viselia, ♔. Lion of the North, ♔. Guardian of House Hastrell
♔. King of Viselia, ♔. Lion of the North, ♔. Guardian of House Hastrell
♔. Location:
Presently at the Port
♔. Scenario:
Traveling
♔. Mood:
Excited
♔. Clothing:
White Skin tight pants with a long green and gold coat and a white ruffled blouse.
♔. Interactions:
Astor
♔. Tags:
The Royal Viselian Fleet, sailing across the Ocean towards the Imperium for the one week activity regarding the selection for the King of Kings. The candidates would be tested if they are worthy enough to be the Leader of all leaders, one above all. At the head of the fleet is the ship of the Viselian King, Excalibur. It is large enough that some would call it a castle in the sea. The flag of Viselia was present in every sail and on top of every mast. It was an astonishing sight to behold, one befitting for a King. After all, Viselia is one of the Major Naval Powers in the world. The one thing that separates Excalibur from the others is it's Figurehead. A golden lion, a figure that denotes power, royalty, aggression and might. The ship itself is as ferocious and majestic as the King of the Jungle.
Gabriel stood at the Head Gallery of the ship, at the tip of the bow and above the proud lion figurehead. He stood there looking at the vast sea, thinking what awaits them. The sounds of his men working was drowned by the sounds of the howling wind and waves slamming on their ship. The weather was nice, the seas were calm and the winds were strong. An ideal weather for every sailor. If this kind of weather goes on, then they would not be delayed. The princess of Ireland would also be heading the same location as him. He had a minor blush. That woman was high maintenance, but she was really fun to be with. Land came into view, they got closer and closer until the details of the Port City was seen.
Approaching footsteps and the sound of the door opening announced the arrival of the King's closest friend with his feathered companion rested on his shoulder. In each hand, Astor held an apple which he had "borrowed" from the kitchen and proceeded to join his friend by the window, holding out one of the bright green fruits.
"If you keep up with this blushing and daydreaming, you'll be known as the loverboy, Gabe," the young man commented with a cheeky grin, "as accurate as that is, it's no title for a king."
The young King looked at him and smiled. "Shut up. Personal criticism does not affect me at all" Before he could finish talking a man approached them. He was well dressed and looked old. He was the captain of the ship, a friend of Gabriel and his father. He has been captain of the ship for half of his lifetime.
"Lord Wolf and your Majesty, King Hastrell. We will be arriving at the Imperium Renata port shortly. Your carriage will be waiting at the docks." He reported. Gabriel nodded and stared at the distant city.
"Thank you, Lord Edward, but we would like to explore the city for a bit. It's been a while since I visited the Imperium."
The Captain showed no hint of disagreement, he instead just bowed again.
"As you wish, your Majesty. I shall take my leave." He then dismissed himself and walked back to the helm where he spoke to somebody. He looked at Astor while leaning on the rails of the gallery.
"Let's go explore while we wait for them to finish unloading and preparing everything. Let's have fun once in a while."
revalia
#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
It was the first day of their arrival in the Imperia Renata. She couldn't tell if it was going to be exciting or the most head-aching experience ever.True she didn't have much responsibilities on her hands but the one she's got was rather a tough task to keep track of. That one responsibility was none other than the King of El-Krabah himself and his wandering tendencies. A leash wasn't even enough to keep him down. There was no telling what he would do. One second here and one second there. What was a better time to wander off when you are in a new place that you have never been? Even she herself wanted to explore and see the new surroundings and ambient, not worth to forget mentioning.
That being said the brunette was already dressed up and readying herself to aid in shifting her sire's belongings from the ships to the Palace, to make sure everything was taken and checked. She had a long thin fabric, white dress which her collar and wrists were adorned with a metallic gold followed with the same tint of gold sandals. Safiya had already been up on the deck of the ship, admiring the nice clear blue skies and the rather chill in the air, brushing against her cheeks and silky light brown hair. However she found it rather off near that back home. The air usually carried specks of sand that were a pain if they got in your eyes due to sand dunes. Looking down at her wrist she fidgeted lightly with a charm bracelet, a turquoise gemmed one to be exact and sighed, "If only you were here to enjoy this Jita... I miss you." The female fought back a tear, she missed her best friend, her previous sire. Despite being from different cultures, with Saf being and nomad and her being a princess, the females managed to get along so well and understood one another. However as she was enjoying the little bit of moment she had for herself, a male's cough interrupted her from behind, "Safiya, the belongings are all set, all is left is for the King to settle himself."
Turning around the female nodded, "Thank you, Joswe. Have you seen his highness?" she inquired.
The male simply shook his head, "I came to you in hopes he was with you or he told you where he is."
Safiya's lips formed a straight line if not a frown, "Not again..." she muttered under her breath. "Alright Joswe, best wait here, I'll go tend and see where King Noa disappeared off to. The ship is your responsibility for the time being. I'll let you know when everything is settled." With that the female motioned her way towards the docks and onto the land. Cobblestone... felt rather hard and weird under her feet as they were accustomed to sand, rather hard and sturdy then the sand... but more stable. With a hum she brought herself to think with the mind of her current sire. If she was Noa where would she be?
The female frowned. Crowds. He most probably be somewhere where there are crowds. Despite not allowed back home, he still made it a point to simply leave and let lose which didn't really make good imprint. It is what Safiya lectures him all the time about but again, even the mummified corpses in the pyramids listened to her more than him. He was stubborn, very stubborn and with that Safiya's patience simply played an important role. Hearing chattering and joyful merriment in the streets she hummed and followed it, leading her in a plaza of some sorts. Dancing and musical instruments playing.
In the main area, near a musical outpost she spotted a familiar black haired male. It was Noa. She sighed in relief, "Oh thank Ramani." Piercing her way through the crowd the female reached her sire, earning herself some curses as she had been stepped on once or twice. Grasping the King's wrist to grab his attention, she let go. Her hazel eyes trying to find his chocolate brown eyes. Safiya tended to speak with her eyes a lot and with one wary yet annoyed glance she wanted to catch his attention. She hated running alone in such places, especially places she didn't know. Yet he already abandoned her, "Did you settle, my king? Joswe indicated me that your belongings are all set." Safiya was always the type to say business first and fun later, they had time to explore and have fun. It was heard the festivities were several days long.
That being said the brunette was already dressed up and readying herself to aid in shifting her sire's belongings from the ships to the Palace, to make sure everything was taken and checked. She had a long thin fabric, white dress which her collar and wrists were adorned with a metallic gold followed with the same tint of gold sandals. Safiya had already been up on the deck of the ship, admiring the nice clear blue skies and the rather chill in the air, brushing against her cheeks and silky light brown hair. However she found it rather off near that back home. The air usually carried specks of sand that were a pain if they got in your eyes due to sand dunes. Looking down at her wrist she fidgeted lightly with a charm bracelet, a turquoise gemmed one to be exact and sighed, "If only you were here to enjoy this Jita... I miss you." The female fought back a tear, she missed her best friend, her previous sire. Despite being from different cultures, with Saf being and nomad and her being a princess, the females managed to get along so well and understood one another. However as she was enjoying the little bit of moment she had for herself, a male's cough interrupted her from behind, "Safiya, the belongings are all set, all is left is for the King to settle himself."
Turning around the female nodded, "Thank you, Joswe. Have you seen his highness?" she inquired.
The male simply shook his head, "I came to you in hopes he was with you or he told you where he is."
Safiya's lips formed a straight line if not a frown, "Not again..." she muttered under her breath. "Alright Joswe, best wait here, I'll go tend and see where King Noa disappeared off to. The ship is your responsibility for the time being. I'll let you know when everything is settled." With that the female motioned her way towards the docks and onto the land. Cobblestone... felt rather hard and weird under her feet as they were accustomed to sand, rather hard and sturdy then the sand... but more stable. With a hum she brought herself to think with the mind of her current sire. If she was Noa where would she be?
The female frowned. Crowds. He most probably be somewhere where there are crowds. Despite not allowed back home, he still made it a point to simply leave and let lose which didn't really make good imprint. It is what Safiya lectures him all the time about but again, even the mummified corpses in the pyramids listened to her more than him. He was stubborn, very stubborn and with that Safiya's patience simply played an important role. Hearing chattering and joyful merriment in the streets she hummed and followed it, leading her in a plaza of some sorts. Dancing and musical instruments playing.
In the main area, near a musical outpost she spotted a familiar black haired male. It was Noa. She sighed in relief, "Oh thank Ramani." Piercing her way through the crowd the female reached her sire, earning herself some curses as she had been stepped on once or twice. Grasping the King's wrist to grab his attention, she let go. Her hazel eyes trying to find his chocolate brown eyes. Safiya tended to speak with her eyes a lot and with one wary yet annoyed glance she wanted to catch his attention. She hated running alone in such places, especially places she didn't know. Yet he already abandoned her, "Did you settle, my king? Joswe indicated me that your belongings are all set." Safiya was always the type to say business first and fun later, they had time to explore and have fun. It was heard the festivities were several days long.
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CHARUN BAAL, BEYLERBEY OF LIBYA.
Gently, she sinks into the velvet, Murano dream of the Renata fair. She follows springtime's gentle light and it's reflection in the city's water, and how it steals the breath of it's foreigners. It's a different world, one unalike the rust-locked waters of home. Charun hasn't been to Renata in years, but she enjoys the life it brings and how it flourishes under the attention of the King of King's festival — the duel she intended to win.
The Beylerbey walks alone through the bazaars of Renata, children capering around her legs and offering her flowers and a loud, Welcome! before dashing away to greet the next visitor. She lifts the small bouquet of flowers to her face and scents a twinge of the Mediterranean hidden in orange-blossoms. It brings a smile to her face.
As she walks through the bazaars, her gold anklets string a soft chorale that sounded faintly of wind chimes. Some traders paused business to gaze upon Charun, beautiful and soft like the desert at dawn. She didn't wear dresses and curios like other queens and princesses. She was barefoot with a soft blue burnoose that framed sharp cheekbones and Sahara-kissed skin. She was a warrior. The Beylerbey, the Commander of Commanders, the strongest in Libya. The other candidates were trained in castle courts by the finest instructors their kingdoms could offer, but Charun trained all her life. She never stopped. In Libya, your stature was based on what kind of fighter you were, and she was battle ready. She fought in the Klāv and in the wars with El Krabah. Charun wasn't a princess, she was a Trojan Beylerbey, and would live and die by her weapon — the khopesh.
When she continues to explore the shoppes, she stops at a food vendor and picks out some of the ripest apples. The merchant demands six silver bits for the apples, which she gladly pays before taking and burying them in her brown shoulder satchel for later. Apples in Libya were hard to come by. Syreni was a seaside city, and that meant seafood for days, but a change in her palette was welcomed.
She continued to explore h the city, stopping at vendors and inquiring where the food or items came from, but she never bought anything more than the apples.
At another stall, a papaya and dragonfruit seller, she hesitates in the conversation when she hears a quiet, familiar voice of someone: the king of the island near Libya, and a close ally ―Sjoni. She halts the conversation with the seller with a quick thank-you and takes off, barefoot and scavenger-like through the crowds to catch the voice.
When she catches up to Sjoni, she quietly stands next to him instead of offering a greeting. She did it to make her presence unknown, and to keep their country partnership a secret from other candidates who may be watching. ‵ She scammed you, ′ Charun says matter-of-factly, her presence unsurprising. They're just two strangers looking at the merchandise. She gestures to the emerald pendant around his neck. ‵ Imperium Renata boasts many things, but seldom do they carry true artefacts of home. Most of them are fake. They're just a way to con merchants and buyers for money. ′
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Princess Camille Florence Alice Valois Beaufort of Valois
Despite having been at sea for days, Alice always woke up expecting to be surrounded by maids cleaning up her room, bringing her breakfast, or laying out her outfit for the day. But because she was on a ship, with no companion but for her maid, Jolie, she woke up to silence save for the gently rocking waves beating against the wooden sides of the vessel. In spite of herself, Alice felt a smile quirk up the corners of her lips, and she rolled over to catch a few more blissful moments of rest.
It was all for naught, however, as soon as Jolie opened the door, bearing a tray of Valoisian pastries that would give Alice the energy she'd need for the day. "Bon matin, princesse," she chirped, her voice lilting with her Valoisian accent. Alice playfully tossed a pillow in her direction, though Jolie easily dodged it. "Tut, tut. Your aim was off. That will never do once you win this contest. Your aim will need to be perfect, even in the earliest of mornings."
Alice rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her sudden urge to giggle. This whole Selection thing was, for all intents and purposes, probably just for show. She highly doubted she would be chosen, but if it would stop her parents from breathing down her neck, she'd do it. Plus, it was a great escape away from the family she despised so much.
Except Elliot. Even though families weren't supposed to play favorites, Alice's absolute favorite brother had always been Elliot. He always listened to her, and during the entire scandal that had ruined her reputation, he'd been the shoulder she cried on. It was hard to believe he was already twenty years old. It almost seemed as if just a few days ago, he'd been tugging on her skirt and begging to come along with her on her walks through the garden. It was hard to resist him when he stared up at her with unblinking blue eyes.
Sighing, Alice wondered briefly if Elliot would write to her throughout this whole ordeal. While she had Jolie, it was utterly lonely without something to do or someone to occupy her. Writing to her brother would certainly take away the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She sneaked a glance over to Jolie, who was rounding up her things and picking out her outfit for the day. A few months ago, Elliot had told her in confidence that he was in love with Jolie, a match that reminded her all too well of her doomed romance with Marc. But she knew Jolie better than practically anyone else, and she could tell that the girl harbored similar feelings for her brother.
Unfortunately, with their difference in status, Alice's parents would never allow it.
Rising to put on her dress, Alice casually murmured, "Has Elliot written me yet? I find I miss him the most out of all my brothers." Jolie's immediate reaction was a small sigh, and then she composed herself and shook her head. However, Alice did note her maid's wistful glance out the window. Alice smiled and continued dressing.
By the time she stepped outside, the sun had risen and was beautifully pleasant. The breeze combined with the warmth created the type of weather that reminded Alice of home in Valois. She scowled, not wanting any reminders of home. This was for her people, she reminded herself. Them and no one else. Jolie linked her arm through hers as a gesture of comfort, and she smiled weakly at her maid and closest friend.
Naught a few minutes later, the boat finally reached the dock, and the crew of the ship began preparing Alice's things. She took the time to thank every one of them for accompanying her on the journey, and she assured them that they'd be rewarded for all their help. A few of the younger boys blushed at her attentions, but she didn't spare them a second glance. No way was she making the same mistake again.
Along with Jolie, she disembarked from the boat, and she gazed at the city before her. It was gorgeous, but of course, she'd been expecting that. What else would one expect from the Main Empire? However, though she supposed she should be excited about having finally arrived, she felt nothing but dread. This was really happening. It wasn't just some fantasy or fairy tale anymore. This was the real Selection for the King of Kings. Alice gulped and gripped Jolie's arm tighter.
Jolie put her hand on Alice's arm and whispered soothing words in the language of their country. Alice calmed down and straightened up, donning the usual annoyed face she made at such public functions. "I suppose I should greet the delegate from Viselia," she mused, looking utterly bored at the prospect. "Father asked me to make sure that they still had peaceful intentions for us...not that he used those exact words, of course."
Nodding, Jolie began leading her to the edge of the docks. "A wonderful idea, Princess."
It was all for naught, however, as soon as Jolie opened the door, bearing a tray of Valoisian pastries that would give Alice the energy she'd need for the day. "Bon matin, princesse," she chirped, her voice lilting with her Valoisian accent. Alice playfully tossed a pillow in her direction, though Jolie easily dodged it. "Tut, tut. Your aim was off. That will never do once you win this contest. Your aim will need to be perfect, even in the earliest of mornings."
Alice rolled her eyes, trying to suppress her sudden urge to giggle. This whole Selection thing was, for all intents and purposes, probably just for show. She highly doubted she would be chosen, but if it would stop her parents from breathing down her neck, she'd do it. Plus, it was a great escape away from the family she despised so much.
Except Elliot. Even though families weren't supposed to play favorites, Alice's absolute favorite brother had always been Elliot. He always listened to her, and during the entire scandal that had ruined her reputation, he'd been the shoulder she cried on. It was hard to believe he was already twenty years old. It almost seemed as if just a few days ago, he'd been tugging on her skirt and begging to come along with her on her walks through the garden. It was hard to resist him when he stared up at her with unblinking blue eyes.
Sighing, Alice wondered briefly if Elliot would write to her throughout this whole ordeal. While she had Jolie, it was utterly lonely without something to do or someone to occupy her. Writing to her brother would certainly take away the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She sneaked a glance over to Jolie, who was rounding up her things and picking out her outfit for the day. A few months ago, Elliot had told her in confidence that he was in love with Jolie, a match that reminded her all too well of her doomed romance with Marc. But she knew Jolie better than practically anyone else, and she could tell that the girl harbored similar feelings for her brother.
Unfortunately, with their difference in status, Alice's parents would never allow it.
Rising to put on her dress, Alice casually murmured, "Has Elliot written me yet? I find I miss him the most out of all my brothers." Jolie's immediate reaction was a small sigh, and then she composed herself and shook her head. However, Alice did note her maid's wistful glance out the window. Alice smiled and continued dressing.
By the time she stepped outside, the sun had risen and was beautifully pleasant. The breeze combined with the warmth created the type of weather that reminded Alice of home in Valois. She scowled, not wanting any reminders of home. This was for her people, she reminded herself. Them and no one else. Jolie linked her arm through hers as a gesture of comfort, and she smiled weakly at her maid and closest friend.
Naught a few minutes later, the boat finally reached the dock, and the crew of the ship began preparing Alice's things. She took the time to thank every one of them for accompanying her on the journey, and she assured them that they'd be rewarded for all their help. A few of the younger boys blushed at her attentions, but she didn't spare them a second glance. No way was she making the same mistake again.
Along with Jolie, she disembarked from the boat, and she gazed at the city before her. It was gorgeous, but of course, she'd been expecting that. What else would one expect from the Main Empire? However, though she supposed she should be excited about having finally arrived, she felt nothing but dread. This was really happening. It wasn't just some fantasy or fairy tale anymore. This was the real Selection for the King of Kings. Alice gulped and gripped Jolie's arm tighter.
Jolie put her hand on Alice's arm and whispered soothing words in the language of their country. Alice calmed down and straightened up, donning the usual annoyed face she made at such public functions. "I suppose I should greet the delegate from Viselia," she mused, looking utterly bored at the prospect. "Father asked me to make sure that they still had peaceful intentions for us...not that he used those exact words, of course."
Nodding, Jolie began leading her to the edge of the docks. "A wonderful idea, Princess."
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Sjoni Basara
Location - Market Place | Scenario - Wandering the festival | With Jitara
PixieDust
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Ronan
Sjoni perks up at the greeting first but his gaze scans the crowd, trying to connect a distant voice to a face. Imperium Renata boasts many things, but seldom do they carry true artifacts of home. Most of them are fake. They're just a way to con merchants and buyers for money. The words bounce around through the din of the crowd. He finally looks to his left and he sees her - Charun.
The soft smile turns to more of a mischievous smirk as he remembers all the trouble they used to get into as kids but it fades just as quickly. He hasn't seen her in years and they both changed so much. He stopped being the awkward teen who felt like he was on stilts and she had become a lovely young woman. He was still on stilts it just became something he was proficient in.
"I know. Cyprisian emeralds aren't this dark but.... it's a close replica." He offers with a faint shrug. "I appreciate the attempt." He leans against the wall. He couldn't help but reminisce over the last summer that they were able to spend together before everything went bad for him. His ears ring with the laughter of teens and children, his eyes fill with the bright lights and the lively colors of the gardens and his skin prickles with warmth. He shakes the memories away as best as he can.
To reminisce would invite him to go back to a time before. It felt like centuries ago now, though five years is so close to him. Was that really how long it's been since he had last come out of that damned cage? The time coils, feeling like a rock in his stomach as it pulls him deeper into the dark of neutrality. His heart constricts with what he could have been and the life he could have had.
"Life has been different since we last spoke, for the both of us. I missed getting to make trouble with my friend." He wasn't one to drag someone under with him.
Location - Market Place | Scenario - Wandering the festival | With Jitara
PixieDust
and Charun Baal
Ronan
Sjoni perks up at the greeting first but his gaze scans the crowd, trying to connect a distant voice to a face. Imperium Renata boasts many things, but seldom do they carry true artifacts of home. Most of them are fake. They're just a way to con merchants and buyers for money. The words bounce around through the din of the crowd. He finally looks to his left and he sees her - Charun.
The soft smile turns to more of a mischievous smirk as he remembers all the trouble they used to get into as kids but it fades just as quickly. He hasn't seen her in years and they both changed so much. He stopped being the awkward teen who felt like he was on stilts and she had become a lovely young woman. He was still on stilts it just became something he was proficient in.
"I know. Cyprisian emeralds aren't this dark but.... it's a close replica." He offers with a faint shrug. "I appreciate the attempt." He leans against the wall. He couldn't help but reminisce over the last summer that they were able to spend together before everything went bad for him. His ears ring with the laughter of teens and children, his eyes fill with the bright lights and the lively colors of the gardens and his skin prickles with warmth. He shakes the memories away as best as he can.
To reminisce would invite him to go back to a time before. It felt like centuries ago now, though five years is so close to him. Was that really how long it's been since he had last come out of that damned cage? The time coils, feeling like a rock in his stomach as it pulls him deeper into the dark of neutrality. His heart constricts with what he could have been and the life he could have had.
"Life has been different since we last spoke, for the both of us. I missed getting to make trouble with my friend." He wasn't one to drag someone under with him.
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CHARUN BAAL, BEYLERBEY OF LIBYA.
Charun extends a hand to pick out and examine the replica jewellery. The lavalieres were believable; they were beautiful and perfectly trimmed, but it's polished exterior is what gave it away. The topaz she had picked out was labelled as a Libyan jewel, bought from El Atteuf to be sold in Renata, but she knows what a real one looks like. They're messy and disfigured and don't always reflect. Libya also didn't allow for mined topaz or sapphires to leave it's borders. Blue gems were a symbol of her people, prized, coveted, and worshipped for how it seemed to echo an older Mediterranean, one filled with sirens. Charun grew up on tales of how sirens created rare gems from sand and water and gifted them to Libyan women as a symbol a symbiotic relationship and peace. A unity between the land and sea; the people of the waves and the people of the desert.
Charun places the fake topaz back and thanks the merchant before turning to Sjoni, and she returns his kind smile with one of her own. She had missed Sjoni. The first time she travelled to Cyprus it was to establish relations between the countries, and the ruler at the time was Sjoni's mother, who Charun respected and the sentiment was returned.
Life on the island was idyllic before Sjoni became king. She discovered a friend in him. Together, they often walked through the palace and spoke of books and romance and the world. And when he became king, she offered to help him navigate the uncharted waters of male governance, but it was a steep hill to climb and she had her own country to worry about with El Krabah pushing further into her territory. ‵ So it has, ′ she agrees. She is careful to keep her distance, to make their conversation seem like two strangers meeting for the first time, or two rulers offering well-wishes to the King of King's challenge. Her hands are folded in front of her and her stature is tall, a true Beylerbey of Libya. ‵ I apologise for not writing sooner — I would have; I always enjoy your letters — but, Libya has faced challenges these last few months. El Krabah's crisis has spread to my country, and it is the fault of an incompetent Dhiraku. My people have been fleeing the border and migrating further in, and now Polis suffers from overpopulation. Polis wasn't built to hold over half of Libya's population. ′
Charun's shoulders sag under the revelation that overpopulation was quickly evolving to a real emergency. The cities were safe. It's citizens helped one another, but what happens when it's buildings are full and supplies are low? She would need to establish more relations with other countries if she was to keep up with Libya's migration, or risk sending Janissaries to war with El Krabah, something she didn't want. ‵ I appreciate your family's help, too. Cyprus blocking sea trade has slowed the Raids a bit, but we do need to find a way to stop them. A month ago I sent a letter to the Dhiraku requesting a meeting, but it seems like El Krabah places stock in conflict. ′
She starts moving again, weaving her way through the crowds of the Renata fair and simpering at children who dash through it's cobbled streets. If Charun didn't want war to start with El Krabah, then she would need to find an ultimatum. Something that would sway it's ruler to come to the table for peace talks. Violence incites violence; peace changes everything. ‵ They won't win, ′ she quietly reveals to Sjoni. ‵ My people are warriors. I haven't sent the Janissaries to El Krabah because I know we will win, and it will devastate their country. ′
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The Dreamer
Prince Alexei Rosenberg of Avalonia
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The pale rays of the morning sun shone down through the dip in the Sedahorni range, bathing the capital of Mistokral in soft light. The whistling wind was the only sound that could be heard over the sleeping city, but as time drifted past, a soft murmuring and chatter rose with the sun as citizens began to wake. Thus began the new day. The last day.
Standing in the chill morning air that shrouded the great balcony, Alexei gazed around at the castle, spiralling into the sky around him and then down over the city that lay before him. The cold prickled his skin and drew a cough out of the young prince, but he paid it no heed. It was only at this hour that he was at peace to burn every intricate detail of his home into his memory before he left for the Empire. Then who knows how long till he would return. Maybe in a year... maybe in forty.
A young voice echoed from behind the young prince, "Your highness, please, come inside. The cold will nip at your frame and it will not help you. I worry it will cause your illness to flare up." Her voice was hushed and soft as she spoke, not one to raise her voice, though her tone was laced with concern. The young handmaiden appeared behind the young prince with a blanket in hand. Alexei turned slightly to his companion, a faint smile on his lips to acknowledge her presence, before he turned back to gaze at the pale sky. No words were needed as it was clear that he wanted to stay out... just for a little longer.
She walked slowly and lightly towards the young prince, her brows creased with sternness and worry. "At least allow me to put this on you, your majesty," the young handmaiden spoke, gently placing the blanket around his shoulders. He did not object but murmured his thanks as wisps of steam form in the cold air from his lips.
Turning, he gestured for his companion to follow as the Crown Prince made his way towards the courtyard where a royal carrage had been waiting since the break of dawn. Today was the day. And before the city was completely awake, they would be gone.
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The sound of multiple pairs of footsteps on cobblestone drew their attention to the arrival of none other than her Highness Queen Anastazie with several servants following behind their beloved lady. She was a kindly woman in her mid forties and her beautiful face was just beginning to crinkle at the edges with age. The dark brown hair that Alexei had inherited was starting to pale into the color of snow as of recent years. Her highness was but a shadow of her former self. "It is so early, the bird's have yet to wake and you are leaving," she spoke addressing her young son.
"Mother..."
Bowing to one knee before her in respect, Alexei awaited for her to give the word but was met with gentle hands that lifted him up from the ground. "That is not acceptable of a soon to be King," Queen Anastazie said, a warm smile growing on her face, "you are a grown man, a crown prince Alexei, you bow low to no one." His mother always had a strong pride in their kingdom and their roles as the rulers of Avalonia. It would shame their house if they stooped for anyone unworthy of the respect.
"I understand, mother," he nodded, a faint smile spreading onto his face though the young prince was obviously feeling awkward. Alexei had never had a very close relationship with his mother like his siblings had and often, due to their roles, there was no place fo intimacy and affection. But there were those moments.. when they really did feel like mother and son. "You did not need to see me off, especially not at this hour..." he murmured in a concerned voice, "it would have been best for you to stay warm in bed and send Renata or Petr."
"Let the young ones sleep, Alexei. " Her majesty seemed to notice her son's discomfort, but her smile only widened. Anastazie found that sometimes... he was still like the little child all those years back... innocent and gentle like a lamb. That he was still that little baby in his mother's arms. Gently the queen drew her son into a warm embrace which obviously shocked the prince as his body stiffened slightly. "Must you go so soon...? It is a long road to the Empire..." she murmured, but just by looking in his eyes, her highness could tell that they were running out of time.
Sighing she gently pulled away from Alexei, grasping his cold hands in hers. ".. I just wanted to wish you a safe trip... and come home soon, Alexei," she spoke softly and was given a warm, sad smile that said more than just thank you and goodbye. Turning, Queen Anastazie fixed his handmaiden with a pointed gaze, "Look after my son, Serena. I leave him in your hands now."
Bowing her head, Serena nodded, keeping her respect towards the Queen as her voice remained controlled and strong-willed, holding many truths to her words, "Yes, your Highness. From the moment I was graciously brought into your home, his majesty's comfort and protection has always been the reason why I live. It is my honor and duty to serve him well." At those words Serena lifted her head slightly, only to continue saying, "I will take care of him until death do us part."
"I have no doubt that you shall keep your word," the Queen said before turning her attention back to Alexei as he bowed forward to his mother. "It is time for you to go... be safe." The Crown Prince nodded a second before taking a few steps back, turning and then walking to the waiting carriage with Serena a step behind him.
"Good bye, mother. I'll see you soon..." Alexei called before he disappeared into the shelter of the carriage, a warm feeling in his stomache from the words he'd just said. It felt loving almost. Taking the seat in front of him with her back to the road, Serena settled in just as the carriage door closed. Seconds later, the horses started moving. A few moments later, they'd left the castle, and then out of the city onto the road.
Looking out, Alexei could see Mistokral far behind them ; a sleeping city gleaming in the morning light.
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100% Not an Alien Problem Child
Sjoni Basara
Location - Market Place | Scenario - Wandering the festival | With Jitara
PixieDust
and Charun Baal
Ronan
Sjoni is forced into an almost dumbfounded silence at the thought of going to war with Egypt. His broad shoulders slump forward, collapsing his fragile ribs. If his stomach hadn't been tied up in enough knots, thinking of facing any force of Egypt. He wanted nothing to do with the situation that has been laid out for him. To be honest, the forces of Cyprus weren't at their strongest. He wanted to be there for his old friend but he knows that his country is on the verge of civil war over having a man alone on the throne. Of course, his gender wasn't the only thing that kept his country from staying afloat.
Its only now that he even lets his mind wander from the current situation. He tries to work out what's wrong in his country but he was struggling more than he should. Is it his heritage? That he was a bastard of another country? His mind was rushing with how to fix it. Sjoni's mind creeps back to center when the blockade is brought up. His hand creeps to the base of his neck and his limber fingers linger. He suppresses the nervous habit and lets his hand drop limply back to his side.
"Oh Dark..... The blockade. R-right.... About that. I-I know we need to stop the insurgence of Egypt and all but I don't have the numbers to maintain such a wall. We can't even keep our country in stable condition. I'm sorry that I failed you...." His usually smooth, deep voice wavers at the concept that he failed his one and only ally in this world.
He lowers his gaze. This felt like a betrayal of her trust.
"Gods.... Charun. You only ask for one thing from me and I couldn't make it happen. Five years of very little conversation because- I shouldn't make any excuses." He knows that he can't excuse this indiscretion. However, as Egypt is brought up he looks to Zarina. He trusted her to help him make choices especially with their desert opponents. His mind blurred with his failures to aid his friend but hearing her, somehow pulled him out of the fog yet again. Unfortunately, this feeling in his heart is quickly tearing him in two. Charun is his oldest friend and his one ally in this world meanwhile on the other hand, he has one person who he was able to talk to when his life started to disintegrate around him. Her name was Zarina and he had her when he needed someone to just share the burden with. Charun was too far away but he feared that Zarina was too close. He shakes his head a bit.
"R-Right. I've heard similar things. An ill fit crown does not serve it's country well, though I'm one to talk I suppose." He offers a soft thanks as the kind words of the complement seemed to settle into his ears. He carefully straightens back up and to his full height now. "There are still no excuses for being a weakened ruler. This world doesn't take kindly to anyone."
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PixieDust
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Ronan
Sjoni is forced into an almost dumbfounded silence at the thought of going to war with Egypt. His broad shoulders slump forward, collapsing his fragile ribs. If his stomach hadn't been tied up in enough knots, thinking of facing any force of Egypt. He wanted nothing to do with the situation that has been laid out for him. To be honest, the forces of Cyprus weren't at their strongest. He wanted to be there for his old friend but he knows that his country is on the verge of civil war over having a man alone on the throne. Of course, his gender wasn't the only thing that kept his country from staying afloat.
Its only now that he even lets his mind wander from the current situation. He tries to work out what's wrong in his country but he was struggling more than he should. Is it his heritage? That he was a bastard of another country? His mind was rushing with how to fix it. Sjoni's mind creeps back to center when the blockade is brought up. His hand creeps to the base of his neck and his limber fingers linger. He suppresses the nervous habit and lets his hand drop limply back to his side.
"Oh Dark..... The blockade. R-right.... About that. I-I know we need to stop the insurgence of Egypt and all but I don't have the numbers to maintain such a wall. We can't even keep our country in stable condition. I'm sorry that I failed you...." His usually smooth, deep voice wavers at the concept that he failed his one and only ally in this world.
He lowers his gaze. This felt like a betrayal of her trust.
"Gods.... Charun. You only ask for one thing from me and I couldn't make it happen. Five years of very little conversation because- I shouldn't make any excuses." He knows that he can't excuse this indiscretion. However, as Egypt is brought up he looks to Zarina. He trusted her to help him make choices especially with their desert opponents. His mind blurred with his failures to aid his friend but hearing her, somehow pulled him out of the fog yet again. Unfortunately, this feeling in his heart is quickly tearing him in two. Charun is his oldest friend and his one ally in this world meanwhile on the other hand, he has one person who he was able to talk to when his life started to disintegrate around him. Her name was Zarina and he had her when he needed someone to just share the burden with. Charun was too far away but he feared that Zarina was too close. He shakes his head a bit.
"R-Right. I've heard similar things. An ill fit crown does not serve it's country well, though I'm one to talk I suppose." He offers a soft thanks as the kind words of the complement seemed to settle into his ears. He carefully straightens back up and to his full height now. "There are still no excuses for being a weakened ruler. This world doesn't take kindly to anyone."
revalia
#𝖊𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖉
She was surprised that the Dhiraku's attention was gathered by her so quickly. Especially when she followed his line of gaze and view was on a certain fair bustful musician that seemed to have noticed her sire's attention with her blushing cheeks. With a soft sigh her own hazel eyes fell onto that of her prince reagent before letting his wrist go as he dressed her. "My Dhiraku.." she lowered her head a bit as she realized she not greeted him formally. Much more that they were in public.
Growing up with Noa since childhood, formalities tended to go through the air till she accustomed ever since her services shifted to him than that of his sister. In reality, Safiya had the rights to leave the castle and dispose of her position the moment that Jitara became idle form the Palace but instead she willingly transferred her services to serve Noa personally at her own will when presented the opportunity. Even though he might think otherwise. Then again if he got it in his head like that, it makes it more impossible for Safiya to show him otherwise. None the matter, their relationship which was based on bickering as children, started taking turns to a certain extent.
"It's alright my Dhiraku," she said with a bow of her head for courtesy, her light brown hair slowly slipping from her veil as she did so. "It is nothing I am not used to after all." she proceeded with a soft chuckle settling it with a side grin which uncovered a dimpled smile. She noted the worried look in his eyes. It was no stranger for Noa. He may appear incompetent even look and sometimes ... well most of the times but he was but despite it all he still worried and care. His reputation that he withholds is merely true to a certain extent, it was not his fault that the throne was simply piled on his hands. Safiya simply wanted to aid him, try to ease him with such a situation but there is only much she could do, only advise for that matter. She was and is still loyal to him no matter what he thought.
At the mention of his sister, Safiya's heart sank. Her smile slowly faded as she looked down as she shook her head, unwillingly, "I'm afraid not my prince," she ran a finger over the bracelet on her wrist. It became a habit that whenever Jitara was mentioned, she fidgeted with it. As he looked away from her she read that expression and sighed. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Noa... if there is the slightest chance Jitara is here in Imperia Renata...let's find her... together." She was addressing him more as her friend rather than her prince reagent. Jitara was a common sadness that they bared ever since her disappearance, they confided in each other that far when it came to her. She wanted to show him that she was there for him no matter what and that she wanted Jita with them as much as him.
Growing up with Noa since childhood, formalities tended to go through the air till she accustomed ever since her services shifted to him than that of his sister. In reality, Safiya had the rights to leave the castle and dispose of her position the moment that Jitara became idle form the Palace but instead she willingly transferred her services to serve Noa personally at her own will when presented the opportunity. Even though he might think otherwise. Then again if he got it in his head like that, it makes it more impossible for Safiya to show him otherwise. None the matter, their relationship which was based on bickering as children, started taking turns to a certain extent.
"It's alright my Dhiraku," she said with a bow of her head for courtesy, her light brown hair slowly slipping from her veil as she did so. "It is nothing I am not used to after all." she proceeded with a soft chuckle settling it with a side grin which uncovered a dimpled smile. She noted the worried look in his eyes. It was no stranger for Noa. He may appear incompetent even look and sometimes ... well most of the times but he was but despite it all he still worried and care. His reputation that he withholds is merely true to a certain extent, it was not his fault that the throne was simply piled on his hands. Safiya simply wanted to aid him, try to ease him with such a situation but there is only much she could do, only advise for that matter. She was and is still loyal to him no matter what he thought.
At the mention of his sister, Safiya's heart sank. Her smile slowly faded as she looked down as she shook her head, unwillingly, "I'm afraid not my prince," she ran a finger over the bracelet on her wrist. It became a habit that whenever Jitara was mentioned, she fidgeted with it. As he looked away from her she read that expression and sighed. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "Noa... if there is the slightest chance Jitara is here in Imperia Renata...let's find her... together." She was addressing him more as her friend rather than her prince reagent. Jitara was a common sadness that they bared ever since her disappearance, they confided in each other that far when it came to her. She wanted to show him that she was there for him no matter what and that she wanted Jita with them as much as him.
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ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢs & sᴏᴀʀ
Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way. . .
Echoes of children's laughter permeated through 'an móinéir milis' (the sweet meadow). The vibrant colors of green, pink, yellow, and brown surrounded the small, tiny silhouettes as their little feet scrambled around, running care-freely in the open area. As the sun beamed down from the sky, a slight breeze flowed through the air. A game of hide and seek was starting as each little ones found a place to hide, not wanting the seeker to find them. Finding a hiding spot was always hard, especially when there was only so much room to scatter across the field, but nevertheless, it was exciting!
Soon, a young princess Áine found her hideaway behind a big oak tree; her hand covered her mouth to prevent any noise or sound to escape her lips. A smile formed inside her hands as she suppressed the urge to giggle loudly. Hide and seek was her favorite game to play! She always knew, no matter who the seeker was, they could always find her, especially her most trusted friend Ella. As Áine remained hidden behind the tree, she waited and waited until someone found her. However, as time passed, the day was growing longer and the heat was starting to affect the young princess. Where had everyone gone? Did they forget about her? So many thoughts went through her head as she was getting worried. Why didn't she hear any voices?
Feeling tired from waiting, Áine got up from her spot, only to fall back down due to the numbness in her leg. With a slight whimper and a small "ow" that escaped her lips, tears formed around her eyes as she bite her lips, not exactly happy with the fact that no one came to see where she was and how she was doing. Once more she got up, feeling little statics on her legs as it was waking up. A small giggle escaped her lips, feeling absolutely ticklish from the feeling.
Walking back to where the "base" was which was in the middle of the sweet meadow, Áine looked up as the sky seemed to darken. Had she been out all day already? It didn't feel that long. However, seeing no signs of her two friends and her sister, Áine called out worriedly. "Hello? Is anyone out there? Ella? Bash? Aoife?" But, as she continued calling out their names, no one showed up. Soon, before she knew it, she felt a presence behind her, feeling relieved it could be her friends and her sister, however, only disappointment, shock, and fear showed on her face. Before the young little princess was a tall male with a blurred face and blood drenched all over him. She couldn't recognize him but, she recognized her friends and her sister though they didn't look like themselves. Instead, they were dirty, still, and almost lifeless.
Her eyes widened in horror as she screamed in fright from what she saw. They couldn't be. . not dead. . ! But before Áine could run away, huge massive hands extended towards her. She couldn't move as she felt planted to the ground. Shaking rapidly, Áine screamed for her sister and for her friends. "Aoife! Ella! Bash!"
Into a land of enchantment . . .
At that, Áine's eyes quickly fluttered open as cold sweat dripped down from her face. Her head moved side to side, seeing the blankets around her fumbled together in absolute chaos. Had she been dreaming again? How much has she moved? Her stare was blank, almost emotionless. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel a scratchiness and dryness in her throat as if she screamed so loud and long that she lost her voice. Her heart beat pounded erratically against her chest from the jolt of being woken up from such a nightmare. However, at hearing footsteps coming near to her chambers, Áine quickly fixed the sheets around her, putting it straight and neatly as she closed her eyes. At hearing a faint knock, Áine stayed still in her position, keeping her eyes closed, relaxing her face to make it seem as if she was asleep.
As the person came inside, if she could, Áine would have let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was none other than her handmaiden Eleanor due to her footsteps and her scent. Hearing her caring voice in the morning to wake her up, Áine slowly fluttered her eyes open, smelling the scent of food near her bedside as Ella opened the curtains from the porthole of Éireannian's Fleet. Blinking slightly to adjust her vision as the sun light shined through the port-hole, she slowly sat upright on her bed, leaning against the cushion of pillows behind her as her back was straight and her posture was one of a princess that knew to never slouch, to keep her shoulders width apart, and to always have her chin up high and proud. Even through her exhaustion and in her closed quarters, Áine still carried herself with poise and grace since it was engraved in her bones. Her hands rested against her lap as she looked at the muffin, egg, and tea on the stand. Not feeling at all hungry, her brows furrowed together, not able to look at the food as she turned away to observe her handmaiden. The rocking of the boat didn't help the headache that was beginning to form in her head. However, the sounds of the birds soothed her slightly.
Watching as Eleanor made her way around her chambers, a soft smile displayed on her lips as she always loved to see Eleanor hard at work, just for her. However, seeing how hard Ella was working, Áine shook her head at Ella as Ella uncovered her duvet sheets. Her eyes showed concerned as she began to speak, "Ella," Áine started, her voice was pleasing to the ears, soft and not unkind, yet not above a whisper, "thank you for sending in my morning breakfast. But, I am afraid I can not eat a bite of any of it." She paused for a moment, her eyes reaching Ella's, showing more emotions that she usually would. Áine was fair-skinned with no blemishes, however, despite how porcelain she looked, Ella was always the one to notice her fatigue and saw pass the mask she managed to showcase others. However, a princess should never show any weaknesses, but with just her and Ella, Áine trusted her hand-maiden dearly and doted on her for support. "You are growing thinner as the days pass, Ella. Have you eaten? You should eat and are welcome to eat my portion as I do not have an appetite." Áine finished as she voiced her worry and concern for her dear friend.
At those words, Áine reached over towards her plate, carefully holding it in her hands as she extended her plate towards her handmaiden. "How long has it been since we have been on the boat? We should be arriving soon, should we not?" Áine questioned, her face paler than usual.
"You shall not worry about me my princess, I have already eaten something from the kitchens. You must eat to regain your strength to get you through this lovely morning." Ella responded quietly and calmly in reply to Áine's worry before she made her way towards her bed and sat next to her. Once Ella was seated next to her by her side, Áine allowed herself to slightly alter her posture as she became more open and approachable, allowing herself the peace of mind to lean against her only friend in the Éireann. Áine hummed in response to Ella's testament, shaking her head slightly at the idea of eating, despite needing energy for the day.
Soon Ella spoke again in regards to her question of time, "It's been roughly five days since we set sail. I could see land through my chambers when I awoke. We should dock anytime soon." With a small nod, Áine had let out a low sigh, her worries creasing the more they were approaching Imperium Renata. She had been wanting for this moment since she was a mere child and here she was, so close yet so far, nervous and shakened.
"I had a dream. Elder sister was there. And so was he and you," Áine's brows furrowed , only for her hand to slightly reach her forehead, rubbing her temples as she admitted and voiced out her nightmare to Ella before adding on, "the boat is rocky and as much as it is nice for fresh air. I miss the vibrancy of Éireann. Five days is far too long. But I suppose the trip is worth it." Seeing such display, Ella showed a concerned look at Áine's revelation, "Are you alright, Áine? You seem a bit pale..." Ella spoke lightly, taking a fresh cloth to dab it to her face, wanting to freshen her up, "Are you unwell? Perhaps some fresh air might do you well."
If it was anyone else who had called her by her first name without any title, she would have been punished or scolded severely. Despite threatening her servants that she would hit them, she'd never fall through with it, especially since secretly, she always hated violence and blood terrified her. But, she had to showcase her power somehow. . and it was always with the help of Ella. Her personal handmaiden, but most of all, the woman she calls her sworn sister. Although she wished with every part of her to show her closeness to Ella, she couldn't. Weaknesses would be exploited and she would never risk it, no matter how much she treasured Ella.
A small smile escaped her lips, a smile that is only reserved in closed chambers for her sworn sister, as she looked towards Ella, sitting back upright, going back to her poised posture, "My heart is at rest knowing you are here now with me. Fresh air . . shall we?" She softly whispered before eyeing Ella's dress, a hand-me down she had given her. "The dress suits you." At that Ella thanked her and got up to show her the dress she had readied for the Festival and for her "coming-out" celebration of becoming a candidate for a chance to be the King of Kings. A small gasped escaped her lips, seeing that she had chosen one that matched hers, aside from the different intricacy of designs and extravagance. It was truly eye-catching and definitely would have those around her know of her status. Soon enough, Ella began to undress and re-dress the young princess, fixing her together, making sure she was presentable as first impressions always meant the most to Éireannians.
Soon, the Fleet arrived at Imperium Renata where joyous music echoed through the Kingdom and the Empire was filled with smiles, laughter, and cheers. Imperium Renata was prosperous as the people came from foreign lands and other countries to attend such a celebration. Áine and Ella had been standing on the deck, looking out from the Fleet, seeing the vast land and the scenery of Imperium Renata. A soft yet polite smiled surfaced Áine's lips as she looked and observed her surroundings. The spirited Empire made Áine's heart swell from joy and even excitement, though her expression did not show the emotions she hid inside. It had been a while since she visited Imperium Renata. Áine appeared calm and poised as she elegantly made her rounds across the Fleet, expressing her gratitude as she spoke to all of the servants and sailors, raising their spirits and congratulating them on a safe journey from Éireannian to Imperium Renata.
As the servants began packing and unloading the items that Áine had brought with her, she allowed the servants she brought along with her to head start their travels to the Palace of Imperium Renata. For a moment, Áine wanted to take in the brightness of the scene and feeling before her. The air was refreshing and she was finally going to be on foot. Turning her attention towards Ella, Áine kept her same composure, keeping a good amount of distance between her and her handmaiden, not allowing or wanting others to see their closely-bonded relationship. Áine spoke formally with Ella, switching from an informal tone and dialect to a formal one. "You are welcomed to join in the festivities in the Capitol. I do not see any reason to keep you behind with me as I head to the castle. For the day, you are free from your duties. I expect you to hold your composure and to uphold the image of us Éireannians." At that, Áine nodded, a gesture of reassurance towards her hand-maiden. Deciding that she sounded a little too harsh or formal with Ella, Áine gave a gentle pat on Ella's hand, "Let me know of your adventures in the Capitol and what you think, will you?"
Turning back to look towards the Capitol of Imperium Renata before boarding off the Fleet, Áine looked around once more, however, her eyes zeroed in on an all too familiar Fleet, its flag, and a silhouette. "King Gabriel?" Her words slipped out of her lips, as her tone carried curiosity and surprise. Looking over towards his fleet, her brows furrowed, deciding whether or not she should greet him. A part of her wanted to avoid his presence at all cost, however, seeing as perhaps he may have seen her, it would be impolite of her to not greet him. Oh, the trouble.
Looking over at Ella, Áine secretly gave her the look that only she could decode. It was a look that said "trouble hath come". "Ella, should we head in the opposite direction to avoid any unnecessary commotion? We should head out, time is currently wasting the longer we stand around." She asked and stated, wanting to try to at least find herself an opportunity to avoid King Gabriel. Áine hoped Ella was on board with her idea to pretend that they have not seen them, but knowing Ella, she may scheme something for the sake of her and King Gabriel's allied acquaintanceship. However, at the corner of her eyes, she noticed another candidate heading towards King Gabriel's fleet. Furrowing her brows, Áine looked towards the other Fleets, taking notice of one belonging to none other than Valois. "So, another competitor has arrived." She mused mostly to herself, though knew Ella would have heard her, but wouldn't be able to tell what Áine had meant regarding the candidacy or King Gabriel himself.
Echoes of children's laughter permeated through 'an móinéir milis' (the sweet meadow). The vibrant colors of green, pink, yellow, and brown surrounded the small, tiny silhouettes as their little feet scrambled around, running care-freely in the open area. As the sun beamed down from the sky, a slight breeze flowed through the air. A game of hide and seek was starting as each little ones found a place to hide, not wanting the seeker to find them. Finding a hiding spot was always hard, especially when there was only so much room to scatter across the field, but nevertheless, it was exciting!
Soon, a young princess Áine found her hideaway behind a big oak tree; her hand covered her mouth to prevent any noise or sound to escape her lips. A smile formed inside her hands as she suppressed the urge to giggle loudly. Hide and seek was her favorite game to play! She always knew, no matter who the seeker was, they could always find her, especially her most trusted friend Ella. As Áine remained hidden behind the tree, she waited and waited until someone found her. However, as time passed, the day was growing longer and the heat was starting to affect the young princess. Where had everyone gone? Did they forget about her? So many thoughts went through her head as she was getting worried. Why didn't she hear any voices?
Feeling tired from waiting, Áine got up from her spot, only to fall back down due to the numbness in her leg. With a slight whimper and a small "ow" that escaped her lips, tears formed around her eyes as she bite her lips, not exactly happy with the fact that no one came to see where she was and how she was doing. Once more she got up, feeling little statics on her legs as it was waking up. A small giggle escaped her lips, feeling absolutely ticklish from the feeling.
Walking back to where the "base" was which was in the middle of the sweet meadow, Áine looked up as the sky seemed to darken. Had she been out all day already? It didn't feel that long. However, seeing no signs of her two friends and her sister, Áine called out worriedly. "Hello? Is anyone out there? Ella? Bash? Aoife?" But, as she continued calling out their names, no one showed up. Soon, before she knew it, she felt a presence behind her, feeling relieved it could be her friends and her sister, however, only disappointment, shock, and fear showed on her face. Before the young little princess was a tall male with a blurred face and blood drenched all over him. She couldn't recognize him but, she recognized her friends and her sister though they didn't look like themselves. Instead, they were dirty, still, and almost lifeless.
Her eyes widened in horror as she screamed in fright from what she saw. They couldn't be. . not dead. . ! But before Áine could run away, huge massive hands extended towards her. She couldn't move as she felt planted to the ground. Shaking rapidly, Áine screamed for her sister and for her friends. "Aoife! Ella! Bash!"
Into a land of enchantment . . .
At that, Áine's eyes quickly fluttered open as cold sweat dripped down from her face. Her head moved side to side, seeing the blankets around her fumbled together in absolute chaos. Had she been dreaming again? How much has she moved? Her stare was blank, almost emotionless. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but feel a scratchiness and dryness in her throat as if she screamed so loud and long that she lost her voice. Her heart beat pounded erratically against her chest from the jolt of being woken up from such a nightmare. However, at hearing footsteps coming near to her chambers, Áine quickly fixed the sheets around her, putting it straight and neatly as she closed her eyes. At hearing a faint knock, Áine stayed still in her position, keeping her eyes closed, relaxing her face to make it seem as if she was asleep.
As the person came inside, if she could, Áine would have let out a sigh of relief, knowing it was none other than her handmaiden Eleanor due to her footsteps and her scent. Hearing her caring voice in the morning to wake her up, Áine slowly fluttered her eyes open, smelling the scent of food near her bedside as Ella opened the curtains from the porthole of Éireannian's Fleet. Blinking slightly to adjust her vision as the sun light shined through the port-hole, she slowly sat upright on her bed, leaning against the cushion of pillows behind her as her back was straight and her posture was one of a princess that knew to never slouch, to keep her shoulders width apart, and to always have her chin up high and proud. Even through her exhaustion and in her closed quarters, Áine still carried herself with poise and grace since it was engraved in her bones. Her hands rested against her lap as she looked at the muffin, egg, and tea on the stand. Not feeling at all hungry, her brows furrowed together, not able to look at the food as she turned away to observe her handmaiden. The rocking of the boat didn't help the headache that was beginning to form in her head. However, the sounds of the birds soothed her slightly.
Watching as Eleanor made her way around her chambers, a soft smile displayed on her lips as she always loved to see Eleanor hard at work, just for her. However, seeing how hard Ella was working, Áine shook her head at Ella as Ella uncovered her duvet sheets. Her eyes showed concerned as she began to speak, "Ella," Áine started, her voice was pleasing to the ears, soft and not unkind, yet not above a whisper, "thank you for sending in my morning breakfast. But, I am afraid I can not eat a bite of any of it." She paused for a moment, her eyes reaching Ella's, showing more emotions that she usually would. Áine was fair-skinned with no blemishes, however, despite how porcelain she looked, Ella was always the one to notice her fatigue and saw pass the mask she managed to showcase others. However, a princess should never show any weaknesses, but with just her and Ella, Áine trusted her hand-maiden dearly and doted on her for support. "You are growing thinner as the days pass, Ella. Have you eaten? You should eat and are welcome to eat my portion as I do not have an appetite." Áine finished as she voiced her worry and concern for her dear friend.
At those words, Áine reached over towards her plate, carefully holding it in her hands as she extended her plate towards her handmaiden. "How long has it been since we have been on the boat? We should be arriving soon, should we not?" Áine questioned, her face paler than usual.
"You shall not worry about me my princess, I have already eaten something from the kitchens. You must eat to regain your strength to get you through this lovely morning." Ella responded quietly and calmly in reply to Áine's worry before she made her way towards her bed and sat next to her. Once Ella was seated next to her by her side, Áine allowed herself to slightly alter her posture as she became more open and approachable, allowing herself the peace of mind to lean against her only friend in the Éireann. Áine hummed in response to Ella's testament, shaking her head slightly at the idea of eating, despite needing energy for the day.
Soon Ella spoke again in regards to her question of time, "It's been roughly five days since we set sail. I could see land through my chambers when I awoke. We should dock anytime soon." With a small nod, Áine had let out a low sigh, her worries creasing the more they were approaching Imperium Renata. She had been wanting for this moment since she was a mere child and here she was, so close yet so far, nervous and shakened.
"I had a dream. Elder sister was there. And so was he and you," Áine's brows furrowed , only for her hand to slightly reach her forehead, rubbing her temples as she admitted and voiced out her nightmare to Ella before adding on, "the boat is rocky and as much as it is nice for fresh air. I miss the vibrancy of Éireann. Five days is far too long. But I suppose the trip is worth it." Seeing such display, Ella showed a concerned look at Áine's revelation, "Are you alright, Áine? You seem a bit pale..." Ella spoke lightly, taking a fresh cloth to dab it to her face, wanting to freshen her up, "Are you unwell? Perhaps some fresh air might do you well."
If it was anyone else who had called her by her first name without any title, she would have been punished or scolded severely. Despite threatening her servants that she would hit them, she'd never fall through with it, especially since secretly, she always hated violence and blood terrified her. But, she had to showcase her power somehow. . and it was always with the help of Ella. Her personal handmaiden, but most of all, the woman she calls her sworn sister. Although she wished with every part of her to show her closeness to Ella, she couldn't. Weaknesses would be exploited and she would never risk it, no matter how much she treasured Ella.
A small smile escaped her lips, a smile that is only reserved in closed chambers for her sworn sister, as she looked towards Ella, sitting back upright, going back to her poised posture, "My heart is at rest knowing you are here now with me. Fresh air . . shall we?" She softly whispered before eyeing Ella's dress, a hand-me down she had given her. "The dress suits you." At that Ella thanked her and got up to show her the dress she had readied for the Festival and for her "coming-out" celebration of becoming a candidate for a chance to be the King of Kings. A small gasped escaped her lips, seeing that she had chosen one that matched hers, aside from the different intricacy of designs and extravagance. It was truly eye-catching and definitely would have those around her know of her status. Soon enough, Ella began to undress and re-dress the young princess, fixing her together, making sure she was presentable as first impressions always meant the most to Éireannians.
Soon, the Fleet arrived at Imperium Renata where joyous music echoed through the Kingdom and the Empire was filled with smiles, laughter, and cheers. Imperium Renata was prosperous as the people came from foreign lands and other countries to attend such a celebration. Áine and Ella had been standing on the deck, looking out from the Fleet, seeing the vast land and the scenery of Imperium Renata. A soft yet polite smiled surfaced Áine's lips as she looked and observed her surroundings. The spirited Empire made Áine's heart swell from joy and even excitement, though her expression did not show the emotions she hid inside. It had been a while since she visited Imperium Renata. Áine appeared calm and poised as she elegantly made her rounds across the Fleet, expressing her gratitude as she spoke to all of the servants and sailors, raising their spirits and congratulating them on a safe journey from Éireannian to Imperium Renata.
As the servants began packing and unloading the items that Áine had brought with her, she allowed the servants she brought along with her to head start their travels to the Palace of Imperium Renata. For a moment, Áine wanted to take in the brightness of the scene and feeling before her. The air was refreshing and she was finally going to be on foot. Turning her attention towards Ella, Áine kept her same composure, keeping a good amount of distance between her and her handmaiden, not allowing or wanting others to see their closely-bonded relationship. Áine spoke formally with Ella, switching from an informal tone and dialect to a formal one. "You are welcomed to join in the festivities in the Capitol. I do not see any reason to keep you behind with me as I head to the castle. For the day, you are free from your duties. I expect you to hold your composure and to uphold the image of us Éireannians." At that, Áine nodded, a gesture of reassurance towards her hand-maiden. Deciding that she sounded a little too harsh or formal with Ella, Áine gave a gentle pat on Ella's hand, "Let me know of your adventures in the Capitol and what you think, will you?"
Turning back to look towards the Capitol of Imperium Renata before boarding off the Fleet, Áine looked around once more, however, her eyes zeroed in on an all too familiar Fleet, its flag, and a silhouette. "King Gabriel?" Her words slipped out of her lips, as her tone carried curiosity and surprise. Looking over towards his fleet, her brows furrowed, deciding whether or not she should greet him. A part of her wanted to avoid his presence at all cost, however, seeing as perhaps he may have seen her, it would be impolite of her to not greet him. Oh, the trouble.
Looking over at Ella, Áine secretly gave her the look that only she could decode. It was a look that said "trouble hath come". "Ella, should we head in the opposite direction to avoid any unnecessary commotion? We should head out, time is currently wasting the longer we stand around." She asked and stated, wanting to try to at least find herself an opportunity to avoid King Gabriel. Áine hoped Ella was on board with her idea to pretend that they have not seen them, but knowing Ella, she may scheme something for the sake of her and King Gabriel's allied acquaintanceship. However, at the corner of her eyes, she noticed another candidate heading towards King Gabriel's fleet. Furrowing her brows, Áine looked towards the other Fleets, taking notice of one belonging to none other than Valois. "So, another competitor has arrived." She mused mostly to herself, though knew Ella would have heard her, but wouldn't be able to tell what Áine had meant regarding the candidacy or King Gabriel himself.
Location: The Fleet - Imperium Renata | Scenario: "Unforgotten Memories."
With: Eleanor
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| Mentions: Bash
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, Gabriel
Kent
, Alice
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| Outfit:Royal Gown
With: Eleanor
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| Mentions: Bash
diwa
, Gabriel
Kent
, Alice
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| Outfit:Royal Gown
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The Dreamer
Astor Jeremiah Wolf of Viselia
"Whatever you say, Your Majesty," the young lord teasingly murmured under his breath as the captain entered the gallery to give his report. Astor gently dipped his head as a greeting in the other gentleman's direction, a light grin on his face as Lord Edward conversed with the King. While they talked, he dejectedly retrieved the apple, seeing as how his friend completely missed the small tasty offering he'd worked so hard to get. The royal kitchen twas a battle field like none other and had he gotten caught in it-!
Shaking his head slightly, the lord turned to the window, stowing the apple away into the safety of his coat while the other remained in his free hand. Gabriel was most likely too caught up with thoughts of a certain special someone, like he had always been whenever the opportunity arose that they might meet. Though Astor sometimes felt Her highness Aine was wary of his majesty, he secretly hoped that she would warm up to his best friend with time, but it would all depend on Gabe. Gabe and Aine... It was... what did those other lords tell him again? A term that meant a coupling of some sort? Ah yes, a ship. Shipping..? Ship.. something like that.
At the dismissal of the captain, his friend voiced his wish of exploring the city. The idea of getting out into the city immediately brightened up Astor's mood, Kaiser too effected by the thrum of excitement that now coursed through the docked ship. Everyone was ecstatic at finally arriving at Imperium Renata, and not just because of the Selection and the great festival that was being held. The past few days on the ship had not been extremely, what with the constant rocking and them passing through rough water the previous night. The delicious meal of roast meat and potato that Astor had for dinner made a re-entrance into the world thanks to all that non-stop swaying and lurching. Since then, he hadn't eaten another bite of food, not wanting to have a repeat of the gagging experience.
Letting his friend lead the way, Astor followed behind by a few steps, his coat swaying at the wind created by the speedy pace of their feet. Soon they were up on the main deck and heading down the ramp towards land. Land that he had missed quite dearly, but instead of walking, his step faltered slightly as he spotted a familiar ship docking into the harbor, the royal ship of Eireann. Already on the deck, he could make out two female figures in the bright sunlight, undoubtedly those of Aine and Eleanora.
Speeding up to catch up to his majesty who most likely saw their friends arrive, Astor turned his gaze to the harbor and his eyes immediately picked out to figures among the bustling people, all heartily getting on with their jobs, pulled into the hype of the festival. Princess Camille of Valois with her handmaiden following close behind her. From the expression on her face and the sureness of her stride, the young lord could tell that she meant business. Gabe's lover would have to wait... for now
A few steps later, they'd reached the bottom of the ramp and a little bit more walking would bring them to a stop before her Highness of Valois. Smiling warmly, Astor stepped to the right side of Gabriel, slipping into his role as lord commander. "Princess Camille," he greeted, respectfully bowing for a second or two before he straightened up and dipped his head slightly to her handmaiden.
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"Whatever you say, Your Majesty," the young lord teasingly murmured under his breath as the captain entered the gallery to give his report. Astor gently dipped his head as a greeting in the other gentleman's direction, a light grin on his face as Lord Edward conversed with the King. While they talked, he dejectedly retrieved the apple, seeing as how his friend completely missed the small tasty offering he'd worked so hard to get. The royal kitchen twas a battle field like none other and had he gotten caught in it-!
Shaking his head slightly, the lord turned to the window, stowing the apple away into the safety of his coat while the other remained in his free hand. Gabriel was most likely too caught up with thoughts of a certain special someone, like he had always been whenever the opportunity arose that they might meet. Though Astor sometimes felt Her highness Aine was wary of his majesty, he secretly hoped that she would warm up to his best friend with time, but it would all depend on Gabe. Gabe and Aine... It was... what did those other lords tell him again? A term that meant a coupling of some sort? Ah yes, a ship. Shipping..? Ship.. something like that.
At the dismissal of the captain, his friend voiced his wish of exploring the city. The idea of getting out into the city immediately brightened up Astor's mood, Kaiser too effected by the thrum of excitement that now coursed through the docked ship. Everyone was ecstatic at finally arriving at Imperium Renata, and not just because of the Selection and the great festival that was being held. The past few days on the ship had not been extremely, what with the constant rocking and them passing through rough water the previous night. The delicious meal of roast meat and potato that Astor had for dinner made a re-entrance into the world thanks to all that non-stop swaying and lurching. Since then, he hadn't eaten another bite of food, not wanting to have a repeat of the gagging experience.
Letting his friend lead the way, Astor followed behind by a few steps, his coat swaying at the wind created by the speedy pace of their feet. Soon they were up on the main deck and heading down the ramp towards land. Land that he had missed quite dearly, but instead of walking, his step faltered slightly as he spotted a familiar ship docking into the harbor, the royal ship of Eireann. Already on the deck, he could make out two female figures in the bright sunlight, undoubtedly those of Aine and Eleanora.
Speeding up to catch up to his majesty who most likely saw their friends arrive, Astor turned his gaze to the harbor and his eyes immediately picked out to figures among the bustling people, all heartily getting on with their jobs, pulled into the hype of the festival. Princess Camille of Valois with her handmaiden following close behind her. From the expression on her face and the sureness of her stride, the young lord could tell that she meant business. Gabe's lover would have to wait... for now
A few steps later, they'd reached the bottom of the ramp and a little bit more walking would bring them to a stop before her Highness of Valois. Smiling warmly, Astor stepped to the right side of Gabriel, slipping into his role as lord commander. "Princess Camille," he greeted, respectfully bowing for a second or two before he straightened up and dipped his head slightly to her handmaiden.
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"There is something wrong with your character if opportunity controls your loyalty."
OUTFIT
Location
Docks > Streets of Imperia Renata
Scenario
Must settle the princess.
Mood
Wary
Mentions
Bash (
diwa
)
Gabriel (
Kent
)
Astor (
Dominaiscna
)
Conversing with
Áine (
deer
)
OUTFIT
Location
Docks > Streets of Imperia Renata
Scenario
Must settle the princess.
Mood
Wary
Mentions
Bash (
diwa
)Gabriel (
Kent
)Astor (
Dominaiscna
)Conversing with
Áine (
deer
)
Worry was written all over Eleanor's face as she saw the shift in Áine's attitude. What was worse was the paleness that she was currently in. Could if be the nerves acting on her in such a strange manner? Or perhaps the boat's motioning as it swayed from side to side on the dancing waves of the ocean. Seeing her in such state rather worried the you hand maiden.Nonetheless she need not show the princess that she was concerned cause she didn't like it when Ella worried about her. It was rather hard not to worry about her blood sister.
As she rejected her meal it was directed towards Ella and given she had those scrambled eggs earlier in the kitchen and she was full rather, she did not really eat much for starters. That aside she left it there in case her princess wanted to go nibble on it while Ella prepared her. It was better if she found something rather than a plate of crumbs. As starving as she would be, she would never touch the princess' food. Just in case she gets hungry and wants to snack on her breakfast while Ella prepares her for her presentation at the Imperia Renata..
Slowly guiding Áine through her usual morning routine was Ella's favorite part. It was when the couple talked the most even though she seemed out of it this morning. Not as per usual. Slipping her in her undergarments such as her under skirt and corset she pulled at the strings to make it fit to her frame. She avoid small talk, she only spoke when she was talked to by her princess. She rather refereed her to accustom to speak herself. Setting her into her gown, it nearly took Ella's breath away both metaphorically and literally. Gowns were simply a pain to get it. Then she proceeded to brush her princess' light brown hair in her hand with a silver brush while humming. Something she adored doing. The princess' hair was silky smooth as the brush threaded through her locks before proceeding to pin half of it up before settling her crown on top. Before she faced her, smiling as she paid her a compliment. "Why thank you my princess," she replied with a head bow for gratitude. "You look rather sophisticated and breath-taking yourself if I may add. Like a true Éireannian." A small smile pasted itself on Ella's lips before she directed her towards the doors upon her command to get some fresh air.
Ella never left Áine's side when they went out. If something had to happen and Eleanora was not present she would dread herself for it terribly. So watching the servants lug the princess' belongings off the ship they motioned out and she was in took by the change of surroundings. Less countryside and more buildings. Something Ella was not fond of. There was nothing better than the fresh air filled fields and countryside in Éireann however she must admit that the architecture was to die for. It was marvelous. As she faced Áine, her tone took her by surprise as she kept her own composure, she did not speak yet she felt a soothing warm hand on hers and slowly nodded. The princess did not leave much room for her to protest. "Very well my princess," she kept her formalities as she bowed her head towards her. "Although I must admit that my head will be put at rest knowing that you arrived safe in the castle under my guide before you relief me off my duties for the day princess, only with your permission." she added hoping that Áine would at least let her accompany her to the castle door.
She nodded in acknowledgment to her sudden tone with her, warning the princess that she is aware and did not take it personally. However, her request still stood, "Always. It's fun telling tales of such adventures. I must say I would enjoy them much more if you were to enjoy them with me ... I also wish Bash was with us for old time's sake!" she grinned. She was tempted to nudge her shoulder but refrained as not to create unwanted confidence in public. Things were all flowing alright till she noticed a certain look on the princess' facial expression, as if she spotted something, "What is it princess?"
Her concerns followed by curiosity peeked now as she sneaked a glance behind her noticing a rather familiar fleet before facing Áine once more. She knew that conversing with him at the moment was the least thing she wanted to do. She did not get why. The King of Viselia was a kind soul, deep down Ella had a gut feeling why. Seeing the mutual allies be approached by a certain other royal she nodded at Áine's suggestion, "Yes my princess, I think it is best if we be on our way, we can initiate our reunion some other time. Not now. Shall we?" she confirmed as she signaled for her princess to move by her side. Normally they would walk next to one another with one arm looped through the other but not this time. The pair walked separately, however Eleanora took a small glance backwards, her gaze hiding behind her chestnut locks with a small goofy smile upon noticing a male rush towards his sire. A certain close acquaintance she had made during the stay in Viselia a while ago when she went with the princess. It was the King's right hand man and knight, Astor. Before she saw him look their way she turned her head so he wouldn't spot her looking that is if he looked their way. With that she proceeded forth with Áine.
As she rejected her meal it was directed towards Ella and given she had those scrambled eggs earlier in the kitchen and she was full rather, she did not really eat much for starters. That aside she left it there in case her princess wanted to go nibble on it while Ella prepared her. It was better if she found something rather than a plate of crumbs. As starving as she would be, she would never touch the princess' food. Just in case she gets hungry and wants to snack on her breakfast while Ella prepares her for her presentation at the Imperia Renata..
Slowly guiding Áine through her usual morning routine was Ella's favorite part. It was when the couple talked the most even though she seemed out of it this morning. Not as per usual. Slipping her in her undergarments such as her under skirt and corset she pulled at the strings to make it fit to her frame. She avoid small talk, she only spoke when she was talked to by her princess. She rather refereed her to accustom to speak herself. Setting her into her gown, it nearly took Ella's breath away both metaphorically and literally. Gowns were simply a pain to get it. Then she proceeded to brush her princess' light brown hair in her hand with a silver brush while humming. Something she adored doing. The princess' hair was silky smooth as the brush threaded through her locks before proceeding to pin half of it up before settling her crown on top. Before she faced her, smiling as she paid her a compliment. "Why thank you my princess," she replied with a head bow for gratitude. "You look rather sophisticated and breath-taking yourself if I may add. Like a true Éireannian." A small smile pasted itself on Ella's lips before she directed her towards the doors upon her command to get some fresh air.
Ella never left Áine's side when they went out. If something had to happen and Eleanora was not present she would dread herself for it terribly. So watching the servants lug the princess' belongings off the ship they motioned out and she was in took by the change of surroundings. Less countryside and more buildings. Something Ella was not fond of. There was nothing better than the fresh air filled fields and countryside in Éireann however she must admit that the architecture was to die for. It was marvelous. As she faced Áine, her tone took her by surprise as she kept her own composure, she did not speak yet she felt a soothing warm hand on hers and slowly nodded. The princess did not leave much room for her to protest. "Very well my princess," she kept her formalities as she bowed her head towards her. "Although I must admit that my head will be put at rest knowing that you arrived safe in the castle under my guide before you relief me off my duties for the day princess, only with your permission." she added hoping that Áine would at least let her accompany her to the castle door.
She nodded in acknowledgment to her sudden tone with her, warning the princess that she is aware and did not take it personally. However, her request still stood, "Always. It's fun telling tales of such adventures. I must say I would enjoy them much more if you were to enjoy them with me ... I also wish Bash was with us for old time's sake!" she grinned. She was tempted to nudge her shoulder but refrained as not to create unwanted confidence in public. Things were all flowing alright till she noticed a certain look on the princess' facial expression, as if she spotted something, "What is it princess?"
Her concerns followed by curiosity peeked now as she sneaked a glance behind her noticing a rather familiar fleet before facing Áine once more. She knew that conversing with him at the moment was the least thing she wanted to do. She did not get why. The King of Viselia was a kind soul, deep down Ella had a gut feeling why. Seeing the mutual allies be approached by a certain other royal she nodded at Áine's suggestion, "Yes my princess, I think it is best if we be on our way, we can initiate our reunion some other time. Not now. Shall we?" she confirmed as she signaled for her princess to move by her side. Normally they would walk next to one another with one arm looped through the other but not this time. The pair walked separately, however Eleanora took a small glance backwards, her gaze hiding behind her chestnut locks with a small goofy smile upon noticing a male rush towards his sire. A certain close acquaintance she had made during the stay in Viselia a while ago when she went with the princess. It was the King's right hand man and knight, Astor. Before she saw him look their way she turned her head so he wouldn't spot her looking that is if he looked their way. With that she proceeded forth with Áine.
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