LONELYRAIN
not so lonely
Tasian is the lapdog for the royal kingdom currently ruling majority of the continent. As such, he has gained a notorious reputation for being extremly cold and cruel to those who are enemies to the king. YC is a rebel, more specifically a former princess whom was set on usurping the king to restore her people's rightful claim to freedom and rebuild the land they had lost, however YC had gotten captured and sent to a mining camp where Tasian and YC cross paths, as Tasian is under orders to personally escort YC back to the kingdom.
With how unfeeling Tasian seems to be, YC and Tasian would not get along with each other through the journey back, resulting in multitude of dangerous situations where they are forced to rely on one other to survive. Gradually, a bond of trust would settle between them as Tasian would begin to slowly show the more human side of him than he usually dares to, resulting in friendship between the two as well as a spark of a forbidden romantic interest in one another.
However as the plot continues on, complications would occur with the reveal of what the king had in mind with YC with demanding the union of YC and the king's son, as the king would want complete control over YC's rebelling people, which would split Tasian between his growing feelings for YC and his duty to the crown. The plot will continue from there (feel free to add on if you'd wish).
With how unfeeling Tasian seems to be, YC and Tasian would not get along with each other through the journey back, resulting in multitude of dangerous situations where they are forced to rely on one other to survive. Gradually, a bond of trust would settle between them as Tasian would begin to slowly show the more human side of him than he usually dares to, resulting in friendship between the two as well as a spark of a forbidden romantic interest in one another.
However as the plot continues on, complications would occur with the reveal of what the king had in mind with YC with demanding the union of YC and the king's son, as the king would want complete control over YC's rebelling people, which would split Tasian between his growing feelings for YC and his duty to the crown. The plot will continue from there (feel free to add on if you'd wish).
Tasian Brannon Whitaker
The kingdom of Yeldware, once small and nestled into the heart of the mountainous regions had expanded rapidly in the turn of the last decade. Like a beast, it burned, destroyed and crushed any and all resistance in its path, assimilating people into its swelling ranks; and now has taken majority if not all of the continent of Erista. Any rebellion that had tried many a time to fight against the might of Yeldware's armies had quickly succombed to the sheer might of their many trained soldiers and the brutality and heartlessness of their conquests. It was not unknown to the public of the cruelty that occurred often toward the people whom were conquered, and many had quietly sat aside in more recent years than attempt to raise a single voice in complaint; for they knew as sure as the sun shone in the sky, death would follow just as assuredly if one dares to speak against the royal family of Yeldware or the king's cruel methods.The center of this fear was settled around the king's loyal Guard Captain; Tasian Brannon Whitaker. Tasian was a relentless and brutal man, one whom was undoubtably loyal to the royal family and more so the king. His origins had been shrouded in secrecy; one that he remained tightlipped about, the only indication of such a past being the scar that marrs his handsome and perhaps seraphic face. However, one knew that if Tasian was nearby, his cruelty upon others at the single command of the royal family no matter who they may be will be swift and excruciating. Seeing just his slender figure alone is enough to drive fear in the masses of people that may see him pass by in daily commutes. Such is the norm for Tasian, for fear to look in his direction and nervousness to be whispered behind his back.
Today however, Tasian had been sent on a particular request, one that was... unusual. He was to converse with and personally drag a notorious prisoner from one of the many mining operations and bring them to the king. No details were spared on the reason why, however he was informed on the fact that the criminal was dangerous, as they had started many revolts in other towns and had been brutalized to the brink of death many times on end by the overseers whom looked over her progress. Also that the prisoner was indeed a woman.
Even as he rode upon his chestnut-furred stallion, another horse in tow for the long ride back to Yeldware, he could feel the heavy and glazed over stares of prisoners as they had paused in hacking away at solid stone and slab; he could see various emotions in all of them: anger, frustration and more prominent than anything was fear. His chilling eyes looked over the people thay he passed, dismissing them as his heart only hardened within his chest. He refused to allow himself to feel even a single sliver of pity for the people who struggled about them; no matter how thin or beaten they appeared. If they rebelled against the glory of Yeldware, they deserved to be suffering like they were. Truly, Tasian's heart had blackened and became hard and cold over the years, and human compassion he may have had was completely and utterly gone, and even as he heard the sharp crack of a whip and a piercing scream that followed, Tasian did not turn his head to acknowledge it or stop the action. The only thought that ran through his mind was, The overseers are at least doing their jobs properly.
The reek of human waste as well as the smell of the deceased reached his nose soon, causing the guard captain's face to twitch slightly in the only sign of disgust as he stopped at the edge of a massive pit. His eyes looked on unflinchingly at the deceased bodies laying within the ditch, some already further ahead in rotting than others, while he did see some prisoners beginning to shovel loose dirt over the dead. His cold eyes scanned the people, finally settling on a pitiful form that was shoveling away at the dirt, chilling blue looking over the scrawny frame with little interest.
He had heard of the princess of the Ohra people, a woman foolish enough to raise a rebellion against the king's army. They were crushed almost immediately, though even now Tasian had to admit her people were a thorn in the side even with their population scattered into the wind. Their faith and hope all rested upon this pitiful woman, stripped of all birthright, dignity, and reeking of sweat and rot, now shoveling at the dirt to toss behind her. However, her eyes burned bright which almost interested him for once. They were bright and angry, a hot and passionate spirit that hadn't died out despite the circumstances she may be in. A stubborn pain in the ass.
Tasian already dreaded of having to even think of putting up with this woman all the way back to the safety of the kingdom, but orders were orders. Sliding off of the back of the chestnut stallion, his boots hit the rocky floor beneath, sending a bit of fine dust flying. He made his way toward the slope, a pair of shackles laying heavy within the burlack sack he had swinging from his waist with each swift step. Eventually, upon reaching within hearing distance, he spoke, his voice as usual being unfeeling and robotic, "Under orders of King William Edwin Durward III, you are to be escorted to the castle effective immediately. Any actions to resist will result in severe punishment." The words flowed through him out of habit, expression gazing upon the young woman with little if any interest. It was almost as if he were gazing at her like some insignificant maggot, not at all like the more important person she certainly used to be.