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Spoiler: Kian Ignacy Isidore

Name: Kian Ignacy Isidore
Age: 27
Appearance & accessories: Kian has is a 6'6 with sharp features and a muscled body from his grueling training. He has a hardened, stoic look on his features majority of the time. He has brown eyes and a scar running down from his cheek to his chin and a bit into his neck from one of the battles he'd ridden into. His hair is jet black and reaches just under his eyes at the front whilst cut short at the back. His eyes are a golden amber color, seemingly adding to the intimidating and ever-scrutinizing look he seems to have. His pale skin is riddled with scars from previous encounters and battles.
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Powers/strengths: Kian's combat and weapon mastery is honed through years of training and battle. With precision and grace, he wields his weapon, anticipating every move of his opponent. His strategic brilliance and tactical acumen set him apart, making him a formidable force on the battlefield, inspiring both awe and fear in his foes. His weapons of choice are twin swords that were passed down through his family.
Country of origin: Auriel
Lineage (royal/noble/common): Noble
Personality traits: Apathetic and emotionless presentation, reserved and taciturn, disdain for court etiquette, reluctance to show vulnerability, impatient, cynicism from Military Experience, authoritarian, loyal, selfless, dependable, and always willing to help those in need.

Nothing but the sound of footsteps and hushed whispers echoed through the large hallway, steel boots meeting the ceramic floor. The sound of metal clanking echoed as the knights marched through, everyone quickly rushing aside and making them way.

A towering, helmeted man led the group through, two swords attached to his back with a very known, carved handle - marking him as an Isidore. The handles had intricate designs carved in the metal, a large blood ruby at the end. The whispers followed them as they walked through, all sorts of rumors thrown around by the castle's caretakers. The man didn't appear to give them any mind as he approached a large, golden arch with two sets of metal doors that had gold engravings with gemstones strewn all throughout. The group came to a halt before the doors.

"Kian Isidore and division 54, your honor." A loud voice announced as the heavy doors swung open with a resounding creek, revealing the large throne room before them. Silence fell through. At the far end of the room, upon a raised dais, sits the golden throne with spears made out of gold lining all around. The knight at the front led the group in, passing rows of gilded chairs whereupon advisors and nobles sat. At the steps of the dais, the knights knelt down and stayed there, not a single muscle moving.

"Rise." A booming voice thundered, resounding with power and authority. The voice of a man used to being obeyed. The knights rose on their feet once again. The commander of the knights took his helmet off, revealing his sharp features and hair that fell down near his eyes. His amber eyes settled on the king. "Your grace, the battle has been a success. The enemy is no more." Kian said curtly, holding his helmet beneath his arm.

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Spoiler: Cora Sika

Name: Cora Sika

Age: 22

Appearance & accessories: Cora is of average height, 5’6, with a little more curve to her lean frame. She is a princess but her father and brothers trained her well so she could defend herself if need be. Her delicate features can be deceiving, her brown fiery eyes giving a hint of her quiet fury. Her hair is dark, voluminous, wild mane of curls, tamed only when she has it tied back in a braid. It runs to the center of her back. Her skin is soft and sun kissed from the dessert sun. She is a beauty but just as a rose with thorns, she has a bite to her.


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Powers/strengths: She is well trained in archery and skilled with a dagger. Her father raised her to be able to take care of herself should the need ever arise. He also saw to it that she was well educated, being able to read and write where most noble women did not cultivate such talents. Her real hidden skill are her healing powers. Being Aterian, it is not uncommon for people of nobility or royal birth to have one or two unnatural abilities. She can heal most sickness and some injuries but that being said she was no god. Powers have limits and consequences.

Country of origin: Ateria

Lineage (royal/noble/common): Only princess, and youngest of the now fallen kingdom of Ateria.

Blood and fire…that was how the kingdom of Ateria had met its end. The sun had set on its people leaving them in total darkness and ruin. The Aurielian army swept across their country like locus. Everything they touched turned to ash, the Aterian people stood no chance against their heavy blades. The ones that were spared were quickly enslaved and shipped to their new masters in the north. They royal family was shown no mercy, the king and his three sons were slaughtered like commoners, their bodies hung high from the battlements for all to bear witness to Auriel’s total victory and future subjugation. The Aterian people were seen as nothing more than barbaric tribes of the dessert. The only reason for wanting such lands were the well established trade routes with the east. Ports along its coast were priceless when it came to the pursuit of the worlds riches. Man’s greed was the cause, and no king or commoner was sparred from its hold.



It had been two weeks since Cora had seen the destruction of her family and her homeland. The last thing she saw before being loaded on ships was the sight of her home, her fathers noble palace, built of stone and glass centuries ago, engulfed in flames. The fire blazing up into the night sky. The smoke heavy enough to block out the light of the moon. They had come in the night, knights and horses heavy with their armor, bringing news of the fall of their king and his heirs. Cora had been torn from her mothers arms, screaming and fighting against the strong hands that had taken her prisoner. They were ordered to spare her, that she was going to be sent back to the Aurielian king along with the rest of the spoils of war. She had fought with her captors the entirety of the journey, proving herself quite the challenge. The soldiers having to resort to keeping her shackled the rest of the voyage back. She knew what awaited her in Auriel and it wasn’t peace. She’d rather die a princess than some Aurielian kings prize slave.

In a weeks time Cora now found herself locked in the damp, dark dungeon. Her wrists were sore from the metal shackles that had only been removed once during the duration of their travel. It was a mistake the soldiers would never make again. It was a chance at freedom she had jumped at, only to earn a beating. By the time she was locked behind the heavy wooden door she no longer resembled the princess the had once been. She was stripped of her golden bangles and jewelry. The only jewelry that remand was a bangle around her ankle. Her captor, lord Tory Coburns a knight of Auriel, had ordered it remain the only reminder of what she once was, a royal princess. Her clothes once elegant and flowing were torn to near tatters and soiled with mud. Her once beautiful mane of soft curls were now tangled and caked with a bloody mixture of mud. Her body was bruised but not broken. Dry blood streaked one cheek from slight cut she had received from one of the many beatings, attempts to break her strong will. She was sure the only value she obtained to her captors was the fact that she was the sole princess of a conquered people and that she was a healer among her people. It was a rare power indeed and nearly the only reason she was kept alive.



The sound of the heavy door swinging open had caused Cora to get to her feet from the bed if hay she had been resting in. Her feet were sore and bare against the cold stone floor beneath them. The looming figure in the doorway was a royal guard, “The king has summoned you” his voice was heavy with warning letting her know she could not refuse this like she had done other invitations. She was quickly escorted from the dungeons to the palace halls. The looks she received from those she could only assume were the noble court did not go unnoticed. They looked down their noses at her. She could hear a few whispers of disgust as she walked by escorted by two guards, one leading her by her shackled hands. The palace was grande, its high archways and large marble halls lead the way to what Cora could only assume were the doors to the throne room. This was it, the Aurielian king showing his new prisoner, his prize from war. No doubt done to degrade the kingdom-less princess further.



The man on the throne, the king was only a few years older than the knight that stood before him. He seemed pleased at the sight of his loyal courtier bringing the expected news of their campaigns victory. “I was certain of such news, knowing I sent you to dispatch the Aterian kingdom” he got to his feet. “Welcome back to court.” He smiled as he descended the few steps to his knights “You’ve done us a great service.” He told Kian placing a hand on his shoulder as he spoke honest with only him. “This kingdom owes you and your men a debt of gratitude” smiled “This conquest has expanded the wealth of our kingdom. Not just for our nobles but for all our people” he spoke for all to hear. “I know your travels leave you weary but before you retire I want to bless you with a gift, a thank you for your loyal service” he said before looking to the guards at the throne room doors gesturing for them to open. The throne room falling silent in expectation of what were to come through the doors.



The sound of the gilded heavy metal doors opening drew Cora’s attention back to the full throne room before her. “I present to you this beautiful desert flower” the kings voice boomed in the vast space. The courtiers turned the judgment on her, a few gasps could be heard as the guards pulled her forward. They directed her to follow, yanking on her chains, her bare feet moving forward on the cold floors beneath them. “I’m gifting you with the young princess of Ateria” the king spoke as the guards halted her just before the knights and their king. The amused smile from the king had Cora burning with anger, her hands fisted in her shackles before her. Her jaw clinched as she tried to hold her tongue. She was a joke to the nobles and their king. There was no respect for her position, the guard yanked on her chains commanding that the kneel before them. She stood refusing to do so only earning a more aggressive pull of her chains “Kneel!” The guard demanded his angry pull of her chains dropping her to her knees before them. Her hands braced out in front of her the only thing keeping her from falling to her face completely. She felt a hand fist in her hair yanking her head back to bring her gaze up to the men in front of her. Her fiery gaze held nothing but defiance. The king chuckled obviously pleased with the sight before him “Strong willed but a rare jewel” he looked to his loyal knight “I’m sure you will find good use for Kian”

 

[Valiryan]

(Sorry for the long post, kinda got too immersed in writing)

Kian bowed his head in respect, his shoulders squared back with pride at the King's praises. He had a hand on his heart and a hand tucked behind him, a gesture of respect and gratitude. "It's all under your guide, your grace." He respounded quietly, keeping his gaze down and his expression neutral. Kian knew well that every move of his was studied, analysed, pulled apart in every aspect for any hint of disobedience or disrespect. Despite the King's happiness currently, he was known to be quite harsh when his subjects displayed any behaviour he deemed bad.

He lifted his head up at the mention of a gift. He seemed to perk up slightly at that, intrigued but staying silent. The King's gifts were often grand and opulent, a way to show his riches and intice those to stay in his good will for a hope of being granted one of his many riches from his treasure troves. Another sword maybe? A chest of gold? Another estate and land for the Isidore house to rule over and expand their power? Kian's brain ran through the gifts he expected, each one making him more excited than the other, but nothing showing on his features again.

His eyes slid to entrance, waiting to see whatever comes through. As the gasps came from the crowd and the words slid over him, Kian finally realised what the King had gifted him. *A princess. The Aterian princess.* The only betrayal of his utter shock was the twitch in his eyebrows and the slight widening of his eyes before his gaze hardened once again.

His eyes trailed the princess as she was dragged forward by her shackles. In all meaning of the word, she looked like she had been brutalised in the dungeons but lightly compared to the usual activities he knew occured down there. Kian held the princess's defiant gaze, leveling a bored look at her before looking back up at the king at his remark. He held out his hand, and the King took it in a firm handshake. "A better gift couldn't have been given to me, your highness." A small smile appeared on his face as he said that. A princess? What was he to do with the princess? He knew she'd been captured, but he wasn't interested in taking the Aterian woman for his own like the other lords and commanders had been.

The King nodded enthusiastically at him, patting him on the shoulder before finally letting his hand go. "The other knights shall be rewarded handsomely as well," He added and a whisper of excitement ran through the group. Kian's gaze slid back down to the princess, watching her get dragged out the court once more before the King addressed Kian once again, "Don't forget about your task, Kian. I expect it to be easier now with the Desert Flower in your care." The king sat back down at his cushioned throne.

Kian took that as a sign of dismissal and bowed once more at the waist before turning around and leading the knights out of the throne room. Loud shouts and talks about the event that just unfolded immediately erupted in the room as they walked out. The princess seemed to be the main topic, and Kian knew it was all whispered with contempt and disdain for her kind.

(Small timeskip)

After more discussions and delegations, Kian had finally finished his work and headed to his carriage outside the castle. A knight had stepped in, but a lord had stepped out as he had finished his main task with the war. He nodded at the driver who opened the door for him, stepping inside and finding himself face to face with the princess. Albeit, she now looked like she had been cleaned up and dressed in noble Aurelian clothes. His golden gaze looked her up and down in silent disdain, stopping at the shackles still around her wrists. He knocked at the carriage ceiling, signalling the driver to go. He had no words to say to the Princess. He didn't deem her important enough to mention anything. The disdain in his gaze never left, though.

 

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Cora’s eyes locked with the knight before her. He golden orbs seemed just as cold as the armor he wore. He, like the rest of the Aurelian court, looked at her with nothing but contempt. Cora did not flinch, did not look away knowing as she held his gaze. She did not fear the men before her, they are of flesh and bone just as she. Their veins flowed with the same life blood as her own. Yet she was being gifted to this knight, Kain, as if she were mere cattle. Her downfall was that she was a woman, her saving grace was she was a princess with unique abilities. She heard the knight speak thanking his king for such a gift, little did he know this desert flower has thorns.



Cora felt her head being pushed forward in a near bow as the king spoke of gifting the rest of his men. Her country and people had been stripped of their culture of their wealth. No doubt he was meaning to share the Aterian blunder with his loyal dogs. Cora felt fury burning through her veins at the thought. She didn’t have long to concern herself with such things. Within a matter of moments she was dragged to her feet and being pulled from the throne room. She has been excused with no words and from that moment she found herself to be at the whim of her captors. Where she thought she was going to be returned to the dark shadows of the dungeon, she was surprised to find herself brought to some servants quarters. The young maids seemed to have been waiting for her. The guards stood at the doors, “The king orders she be made presentable” one of them spoke to the maids, which seemed to set things into motion. When one reached for her shackles the guard interrupted “Those will remain” no explanation given. Cora looked to the guard with confusion. Why care now? She had been dragged before their court as common trash, all done no doubt to humiliate the princess, but why show any care now?



The care shown was of course an illusion. The water she was bathed in was ice cold and left her shivering. The maids seemed to share the courts distain for her as the scrubbed her skin nearly clean off, paying no mind to the bruises or cuts she had received in Aurelian care. They were quick to wash her and comb out her now clean tangled mane, quickly braiding it in a style befitting a noble. When it came to dressing her the guards had only allowed a moment for the shackles to come off, warning her she would be run through if she tried anything. Cora might be resistant to the idea of being a captive princess but she was no fool. She knew when to hold her tongue. The maids made quick work of fitting her into the Aurelian dress, the fabric was heavy and the corset strings pulled tight. It was certainly not the kind of fashion she was used to. Her Aterian dresses were light and flowing to help manage the desert heat. Yes it might have been considered a bit revealing by some but it highlighted her natural beauty. The dress she was now confined to was restricting with every breath she took. Did Aurelian women not breathe? The maids didn’t seem to care as they finished dressing her. It was apparent that the way noble women dressed might be a modest however fashioned for the taste of men. Her breast more notable in such a dress her neck and shoulders lay bare. The finishing touch was applied by the guards, her shackles, the only jewelry required of a Aterian princess.



Just as she had been washed and dressed she was then escorted silently through the palace. The occasional courtier pausing to watch the small entourage make their way through the palace halls. They still held nothing but disgust for her even now dressed like their own nobles. The only evidence of her status were the shackles pulling at her wrist. That and her sun kissed skin. It was a silent walk to the waiting carriage, another surprise. She wasn’t going to be pulled behind a knights horse or thrown into a cart? Apparently the parading of their captive was over. Cora sat in silence her thoughts going back to home and her only remaining family. Her mother, the queen, had been taken captive but a Aulerian lord saw fit to keep her in Ateria to help placate the newly conquered people. She was a hostage in her own homeland.



Cora’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the carriage door being opened. She watched as her new master entered, this time dressed as a noble lord. The knightly armor gone. His form was still just as imposing. His gaze still filled with hate towards her. She didn’t shy from his gaze as he seemed take in her appearance. It didn’t seem to please him as he silently took the seat across from her. Why if she displeased him so did he thank his king for bestowing him with such a burdensome gift? She was pleased to just sit in silence it that was what he wanted, but Cora couldn’t resist in poking at her new master. “Does your king know his loyal servant is a liar?” She asked again looking to him no fear in her eyes. All he would find is the same mirrored hatred.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian raised an eyebrow at her question. She deemed to speak to him? And to question an action of his at that? His eyes ran over her once again, landing for half a second on her exposed shoulder and collarbone before looking once again at her face. She looked quite nice in Aurelian garments, contrasting with her brown skin. Considering the majority of Aurelia had paler skin due to the harsh winter climate in the area, the contrast was often unseen here. His eyes remained locked on her brown ones as he replied, "And what had I lied about?"

The Knight leaned forward, grabbing her chin lightly but firmly as he added, "You truly are a unique gift. No other lord has an Aterian princess for himself." His eyes looked all over her face, truly analysing her features. A bored look was on Kian's face, opposite to her glaring hatred for him. The defiance and hatred shining in her eyes was intriguing to him. Despite being in no position of power, she still made sure to show her unbroken spirit.

 

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Again Cora did not flinch as he turned his attention towards her. He wasn’t amused by her question but he also didn’t ignore it completely. Her gaze narrowed as he seems to take an account of her appearance. Was this suitable? She was now fitting the part of an Aurelian, a noble at that. The appearance might have been more pleasing to his eye but if he presumed she would be a quiet pet in a gilded cage than he would be sorely disappointed.



His voice, though calm, manage to take up the air in the carriage. His hand taking a firm hold of her chin caused her brow to furrow in confusion and distrust of such closeness. She did not pull from his grasp, again defying him in the smallest of ways. She would fear no man. Her father did not raise her to be a soft wilting flower. His words sent chills down her spine. It was more so a curse than a compliment. She was no possession. He might lay claim to her physically but he could not posses her will, her spirit. “The disdain on your face tells me I’m more of a burden than a gift” she said her shackled hands taking hold of the wrist of his offending hand. “Prisoners, slaves, wear shackles, not gifts” she pulled her chin free from his grasp while pushing his hand away from her. She sat back in her seat as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling, the corset making it difficult. “Or are you afraid of a simple burdensome woman?”

 

[Valiryan]

Kian didn't deny her comment. She was more of a burden on him. With her as a gift to him, that only set more of upper society's eyes on him. He knew there would be lords who'd attempt to take her from him or trade for her, and he knew their intentions for her would be to parade her about as a golden pet - as a collectible. However, she had her use for him as he was tasked by the King to use her to help him finish and he detested the other lords enough to keep her even further from their hands.

He didn't push her hands away once she grabbed his wrist, and even let her pull her chin away. He merely grabbed her in a subtle show of power. "If you were well behaved, you wouldn't have those shackles, princess. I could very well have them removed if you listen." He said her status as if it was an insult. Or rather, her previous status

An amused chuckle escaped him at her last remark. Him? Scared of her? What a funny joke. He leaned back in his seat, resting his arm on the back of the cushioned seats of the carriage. "Afraid is the wrong word to use. I'd say more annoyed. And you're not just a simple woman, are you. Your ability would make you all but simple." A taunting smile appeared on his face. Kian made sure to drop in the conversation that he's well aware of her power. He knew more about her than she knew about him, that's for sure. The Knight was rather enjoying this conversation despite his expectations, trying to read more of her character from it. The better he knew her and how to deal with her, the easier it'd be.

 

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He said her title as if it were a curse. Yes she was still a princess; a princess without a kingdom but a princess nonetheless. She was the last remaining heir to the Aterian throne, not that it mattered much now. She felt the corners of her mouth turn up in a soft, amused smile. So he had heard of the little mishap with Lord Coburns man? “Such actions wouldn’t have been necessary if his man hadn’t tried to treat me like some common whore” she spoke simple as she ran her chained hands down her skirts as if the brush off the incident. “I merely reminded him of his place and that he shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong to him” her reminder being the removal of one offending hand and the promise of doing the same to the other if he dare touch her again. Lord Coburn had been less than amused with her reaction and it had earned her a sever lashing. It was worth it to her if such an event was worth others taking note of and perhaps thinking twice before making the same mistake.



His chuckle caught her attention her burning brown eyes meeting his golden amused gaze. She annoyed him? Well the feeling was shared. She certainly didn’t find any pleasure in being his entertainment. His next words didn’t pass her by as he mentioned she was far from simple. He was aware of her unique abilities, powers that could heal the wounded and restore health to the sick. That being said what did he really want from her? She was no god. She couldn’t bring people back from the brink of death. Her powers had limits and consequences and she was certain he had no idea of what those were. Cora didn’t see it necessary to respond to his assertions. If there was one thing her father had taught her it was to know when to speak. Not everyone was deserving of a response and silence could be just as effective as words. She was not some simple woman, he was correct, but what he knew of her was merely the surface. He would have to play her game in order to reveal just how complex and dangerous she could be.



Cora’s attention had turned to the passing scenery, indicating that their conversation was over. Her hands absentmindedly pressed on her corset waist. Every breath she took had her ribs screaming. She was certain the maids had tightened her stays to the point of near suffocation. How did Aurelian women breathe with such a contraption? She hid her discomfort well. Her stubborn nature refusing the thought of even asking for his help. He was still a man and previous experiences had indicated no Aurelian man was to be trusted. Her thoughts were cut short with the sound of the driver calling on the horses to slow possible indicating their arrival. The manor was visible through onside of the carriage. It was a towering mass of cold stone, her newest cage. It was fitting for the knight that sat across her, just as foreboding.

 

[Valiryan]

"Lord Coburn was a fool to underestimate you. I'm no such fool, Cora." Kian wouldn't admit it, but he thought Lord Coburn deserved it. The incident had travelled around; the princess who actually managed to refuse the Lord who clearly didn't know to keep his hands to himself. He had snickered when he heard of it, but for now he merely kept the small smile on his face that went from taunting to amused. He knew the Lord had punished the princess harshly for that, and even more whilst she was under his control. It was none of his business, though, in the end. She had also deserved it for her stubborness. He held her gaze during their small stare-off. She appeared to be assessing him, and he didn't balk at her gaze. In the end, she was merely the equivalent of a small, trapped animal trying assess the threats around it.

Kian's gaze caught the hand she placed on her corset. Her chest rising and falling rather shortly with each breath she took, but nothing on her features even showed she was uncomfortable. Did the corset bother her? Was she possibly sick from the dungeon? He couldn't have her die on him from any sickness or be weak. Kian looked away towards the window as they approached his manor, tapping the hand on the back of his seat lightly in thought.

The manor looked intimidating from afar, extending along the large land with more windows and balconies than one ever needed. It was clearly made to be grand; a show of riches. The imposing manor and its silhouette etched against the twilight sky. Bathed in the fading light, the grand structure had its towering spires and battlements, a testament to centuries of power and prestige. Ivy-clad walls encase the estate.

Through the carriage window, the pair could glimpse the sprawling grounds, meticulously manicured gardens, and the forest trees that surrounded the house on either sides. The estate's windows, illuminated by lights within, seeming to peer out. As they got closer, the intricate carvings on the door of previous known battles and successes marked the lineage of the family who resided here. The carriage circled around a pond on the ground, fish swimming in it uncaringly, and came to a halt before the doors.

Kian stood up as the door swung open, the driver bowing silently. He grabbed the chains attached to the Princess's shackles and walked out, pulling her lightly with him. He wanted to make sure personally that she wouldn't take her first chance to run since she only had shackles on her hands.

The large oak doors swung open and servants rushed out to their sides. A servant dressed in a different garb from the rest, more of a black suit, came in front of the pair and bowed deeply. "Welcome back, Lord Isidore." She said quietly, a soft smile on her face as she rose up again. Kian nodded in acknowledgement, his features once again blank and his stare neutral. The servant took sidelong glances at Cora, but didn't deem her important enough to acknowledge. "This is the Aterian Princess, a gift from the King," Kian said and looked at Cora. "She is to be in your care. I expect what we've discussed earlier to be done." Kian held out the chains holding the shackles. The butler gestured to one of the other servants and he immediately rushed to grab the chains from Kian's hands. Kian simply walked ahead, the butler at his side now as he gave her orders hushedly.

Inside the manor was equally as decorated as the outside. The entrance had three hallways: one in front, and ones on either sides of them. Each room through the hallways appeared to be filled with furniture with the same golden engravings, and littered with vases, paintings and other decorations. Two large staircases lead to the upper level on either side of the front hall way, golden handlebars with wooden engravings on. On the wall of stairs were oil paintings, showing every member of the Isidore family - including Kian. The floor was ceramic and well-maintained, reflecting the chandelier well above them.

The butler bowed once again to Kian as the Knight walked off to the left hallway, his footsteps echoing as he disappeared around the bend. The butler walked to Cora, grabbing her chains and leading her up the stairs in silence.

 

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The closer they got to the manor the more of its rich grandeur Cora could see. It looked to be a palace rather than some manor estate of a noble lord and knight. Its large ivy coated walls were a stark contrast to the Aterian palace walls she had grown up in. They were pale and hard stone, regal on their own. They stuck out against the lush green of the countryside and forest around it. Her Aterian palace back home was a small oasis among the desert sands. Its walls blending in with the harsh land around it. She could see how vastly different their worlds were. Their wealth not only measured in simple possessions but also in titles and linages going back centuries. It was a gilded cage nonetheless.



The carriage stopped and Kian wasted no time in leading her by her shackles from its confines. Only when she was able to step out into the fresh air could she truly take a breath. His back to her as she followed Cora took it as her chance to fully taken in the majesty of such a place. She wouldn’t openly admit that she was impressed by such a handsome estate but she couldn’t deny it. The kingdom of Aurelia was rich in wealth and power, two things that fed their greed and need of conquest. Her home and people being its latest sacrifice, she wondered what kind of wealth he would gain from it. He was favored already, having gained her as a trophy. What more would the king bestow upon his loyal hound? In her eyes he was just as much a slave as her, only his shackles were not of the physical kind. A hungry dog is only loyal to the master that feeds it and from the looks of things him and his family has been fed well. Would he still be loyal if that were to change?



Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy, grand oak doors swinging wide open. There was a flurry of excitement from the servants that rushed to welcome their lord. Cora was not surprised at all to receive the same cold reception she had back at the palace. Even they thought less of her. Cora’s focus was brought to one in particular whom greeted her lord with a deep bow. She was slightly confused to see a woman dressed in such a manner. She was in a suit and also appeared to be in a somewhat higher ranking than the others. Cora was surprised to find the woman to deem her unimportant to address what she hadn’t expected was Kian’s introduction. He still referred to her as a princess, as if stating her title would give her some clam to the households respect. Whatever that meant. She looked to him with slight confusion as he spoke of her care. What had previously been discussed? He didn’t deem it necessary to address her as he simply handed her off to another butler and continued on with the woman beside him, speaking to her in a hushed tone. Cora took the opportunity to take in the opulence of his home. Noble paintings of whom she could only presume to be his family lined the walls, further confirming the long loyal line of noble servants to their kingdom. She easily spotted Kian’s own portrait, the painting sharing the same disinterested stare as the man she now belonged to. Cora looks away from his face only to look down at her shackled wrists. Prisoner. Slave. She could feel the rage bubbling beneath the surface as she seemed to question the intentions of the Aurelian king and his knight. Why her? Why not some other Aterian healer? She wasn’t exactly the rarest among her people….but Kian’s voice echoed in her mind from their carriage ride. She wasn’t a simple woman and he would quickly find out just how complex she can be. Lord Coburn had told her she would do well to remember his words, to be penitent and humble. Neither of those suited her. She was going to be hidden and patient, waiting for the right time to exact revenge for her father and brothers.



Once again her thoughts were interrupted by the lady butler taking hold of her chains guiding her toward the stately stairs. Cora looked back over her shoulder only to see his retreating form down another hallway. She knew there was no point to ask questions so she simply followed her in silence, only the sound of their footsteps echoed through the halls. She looked around her at the passing backdrop, everything screamed wealth even down to the smallest gilded detail. Before Cora even realized it they had come to a stop in front of another intricately carved heavy oak door. “My lord has deemed this your room…” she lady spoke catching Cora slightly off guard as she pushed the doors open to a already lit by candle light and the small streams of fading daylight from a distant window in the room. She crossed the threshold into another lavish room. It was certainly a bedroom fitting for a noble guest and not some prisoner princess. It was a stark contrast to the damp dungeon walls she was use to. The larger than necessary bed sat regal with its high canopy. The windows were tall decorated with rich heavy drapes and offered a view of the stately gardens. He no doubt selected such a room because it was one of the few with out a balcony and didn’t offer the easy escape he was so sure she would take. A soft smile graced her lips at the thought. He certainly was no fool.



The sound of other footsteps entering the room had her looking from the garden view to the maid servants that had entered, their arms heavy with garments and fabric. The look of confusion hadn’t passed the lady butler “He left your care to me princess. I’m Hannah, his trusted head of household vassal” Hannah did not bother to bow when addressing her and Cora could’ve carried less about such things. “My lord requested you change before sharing dinner with him” Hannah explained as the other maid servants set to work on undressing Cora where she stood. “Must I change dresses for every occasion?” She questioned as she felt a servant pull at the stays of her corset causing her to gasp as it squeezed but then soon released her. Sweet relief…she could finally catch a full breath. “My lord wishes to have you dressed in something suited more for an Aterian princess” Hanna spoke approaching Cora with a key in hand. She reached for her shackled hands before inserting the key and freeing her from the iron cuffs. Hannah pinned Cora’s gaze with a warning “He is being gracious, do not tempt his fury” Cora rubbed the red sore skin of her wrists only nodding in understanding. She knew just as easily as they had been removed that they could be placed back. She would be foolish to think that she could escape now. She was out numbered and had no familiarity with such a place. It was futile, now was the time for her to learn her place and what exactly this Aurelian knight wanted from her.



It didn’t take the maids long to have her fitted into a more suitable dress. She was thankful that they hadn’t tightened her stays painfully tight. She could still breath and the ache in her rips had finally subsided. The dress itself was fashioned for a noble woman but the fabric was light and flowing. It was a simple enough dress but still in Aurelian fashion. Hannah had even undone her braid allowing her voluminous deep brown curls to flow over her shoulders and down her back. Only a few strands were pinned back to frame her face. Cora couldn’t be sure of what the intent was behind his order but she felt more like herself. Was he trying to gain her favor? She was still his captive at his mercy or so many believed.



With a quick inspection and approval from Hannah Cora found herself following the woman back down the now dim hallway. The light glow from candles illuminating their steps.

 

[Valiryan]

In the meantime, Kian had went to his office and had taken the velvet cape he was wearing off his shoulders. Today was...quite a day. He had been informed previously by an inside source that the King intended on gifting hin the Aterian Princess. Kian knew very well that it wasn't a gift, per se, as much as it was a show of power and a way to hand her over to him for the task without making it obvious or arouse suspicion from the other Lords. He was never told why this task required such secrecy, but he knew early on enough not to question it. No use to tempt the hand that feeds you, after all. He sat down on the couch in his office, leaning his head on the back of it and closing his eyes. He needed to rest, but he knew there was no such thing as good rest now with the Aterian princess in his household.

In an attempt to stop his brain from thinking so much, Kian headed to the bathroom and washed up. He disliked the hustle of servants getting him ready. Unless he was to be seen by someone, they knew to leave him alone in his office and room to deal with himself however he wished. It was one of the few moments he got for himself. He didn't bother to change, having already changed at the King's palace. Instead, he sat at his desk after washing up and started on some of the paperwork that was heaped on the desk for him.

Kian stayed focused on his work till a knock sounded at the door. "Come in." He said curtly, not taking his eyes off the document in his hand. "Dinner is ready, sir." Liam said quietly. He was one of the servants Kian kept close to him. Kian nodded at him, dropping his documents with a sigh and walking behind him to the dining room. He hadn't bother to put his cape back on, merely walking out with the vest on.

He made it to the dining room just a bit before Cora, sitting down on one of the seats before the small feast that had been prepared. The table was medium sized, allowing for a large family to be seated but small enough that everyone could hear and see each other comfortably. Kian's seat was along the long side, Cora's seat directly in front of him with an already filled plate placed there. His eyes fell on the door as it opened and the Princess stepped through with Hannah.

His golden gaze stopped on Cora, looking her over. He might've not realised it before, but she looked quite...nice...with her hair down. His eyes looked at the garment she had changed into, checking for any signs of discomfort or shallow breaths and nodded to himself in affirmation when he didn't notice any. "Better." He muttered, forcing himself to stop staring at the Princess. He hadn't bothered to stand up for her, simply stayed sitting with his fingers interlocked infront of him on the table. "Sit. We've had a long enough day." He said, his tone casual but firm enough to show that it was more a command than not. He gestured to the seat before him.

His eyes tracked her once more as Hannah led her to her seat, not leaving her once until she sat down. Her movements were graceful. Kian noted the look of confusion on her face at the scene before her. "You might be a prisoner of war, but I don't take human slaves here like the other Lords." He explained, grabbing his knife and fork.

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora followed Hannah as they turned a corner only to cross the threshold of a dining room, it’s dim warm glow from the lit candles making the room seem smaller, than the others. Cora knew better. It was probably richly decorated just like the others. As soon as she had stepped into the room she felt his gaze on her. He seemed to be appraising her newly fitted gown and she could hear him mutter in a low tone his approval. Yes it was much better than the previous but being the stubborn woman she is she was not going to thank him for it. Just has he had looked upon her she did the same taking into account his less formal appearance. Even without the cape he still cut a rather imposing form. It would intimidate most but not her. His voice once again seemed to fill the space as he commanded her to take a seat. He was loud but when he spoke she felt like his voice could penetrate her body and shake her bones. He obviously had perfected his tone in such away so that whenever he spoke it command others to listen. She wondered if anyone ever dared to refuse such commands.



Cora took her seat across from him. Her eyes dropping to the full plate before her. It was certainly a feast laid before them. Her plate an array of color with fruit, cheeses, and meats. It was far better than the gruel or stale bread she would receive occasionally in the dungeons. She felt her hunger pains at the sight of such a meal, but her soft features hid the excitement with indifference. Her brown eyes met his golden gaze as he spoke. She might be his prisoner but he would not treat her as most lords would. “How gracious of you…my lord” her voice laced with sarcasm as she picked up a grape from her plate “How quickly I’ve gone from gift to prisoner” popped the grape in her mouth. Her stubborn nature was bond to get her in trouble but if he thought she would just obey him without a second thought or any push back from her….oh how wrong he was. Her gaze dropped to her plate. She took note of the silver fork and knife place on either side. How trusting? One delicate finger ran down the smooth blade of the knife, admiring it, before she picked it up. It was a dangerous idea for sure but the thought of taking it and hiding it on herself for later use crossed her mind in that moment. She knew she was playing with fire just daring to think of. Hannah’s warning from earlier playing in her mind. Maybe she was foolish, childish even, but she wondered how far she could push before tempting his fury.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian ignored her sarcasm, picking up a piece a piece of meat he cut up and eating it. "You're learning. Address me by that from now on." He said. Kian looked up at her from his plate just in time to see her pick up a grape and pop it in her mouth. A look of disapproval crossed his features. The Princess still had a lot to learn about the habits of upper class Aurelian women, if she was to try and blend in at all. Kian knew it would prove fruitless to even try to teach her, although couldn't deny how refreshing it felt to not be sitting by someone who would judge his move whether it was 'formal' enough or not. He knew his movements were still getting tracked, but mainly by Cora for any sudden movements he could make. It was likewise for her; as much as he could, he'd steal glances in her direction to keep her in his gaze throughout the dinner.

"You're a prisoner who's been gifted. Think of it like a rare pet." Kian said, a small taunting smile on his face. His amber eyes stayed on the Princess as he said that, lifting up the glass of wine beside his plate and lifting it to his lips.

"Male sure to eat. I know your healing works best when you feel rested and are healthy." The Knight commented. He dropped that morsel of knowledge that he knew as well to show Cora he wasn't a fool. Despite that, his eyes hadn't caught her discretely palming the knife by her plate.

 

[wicketpyt]

When he seemed pleased with how she addressed him she had to bite her tongue. She wasn’t going to weigh in on what she truly wished to call him. He already looked down on her why give him more fodder? He’d treat her as a child and not the threat she could be to him. Cora could feel his eyes on her as they ate. She did not feel the need to meet his gaze. She wasn’t going to be some paranoid prey animal. Yes she was aware that she was now in his world, at his mercy but she fully intended on destroying it. She would play the long game tearing it down brick by fucking brick.



She ate slowly from her plate as he spoke, reminding her once again of her place. Her grip tightened around her silverware before she quietly set them down, her appetite evaporating in that moment. Her gaze met his and she did little to hide her fury that burned there. “I might be a pet” the word leaving a foul taste in her mouth “But unlike you, I will not obey a master that feeds me scrapes from his table and dares to call it a feast or a master that sends me off to fight with lions and does not have the courage himself to fight beside me” she spoke her tone reflecting her disdain for it all. It was obvious how Cora saw him. He was as much the kings pet as she was his. The only difference was he had done nothing to earn her loyalty, her obedience. There was a difference between the two kingdoms. Where his king would send off his men to fight in battle, to be used as fodder; her king, her father, had fought beside his own men leading them into battle, and earning the victory along side them. In her eyes that was how loyalty was earned.



Cora didn’t even bother with his command for her to eat. She was fully aware that he knew more about her than she did him. He only knew of what he was told but he truly did not know her. He did not know her mind, though now he was given a small insight into her thoughts. Cora, having only taken a few bites of her meal, stood as if to excuse herself “Do not fool yourself into thinking you know me by listening to whispered rumors about me, my lord” she held no fear of him “As you’ve mentioned, it’s been along day. I want to go rest” Cora offered him a small curtsy and bow of her head before turning to leave him at his table. Her heart was racing along with her mind. The last time she had done such a formal gesture had been back home with her own family. She felt a wave of emotion try to crash over her, her pace quickening but not to quick as to draw more attention. She sought the refuge of her room. She would not allow him the chance to see her weak, to watch her break.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian held the burning hatred in her eyes as she stared him down. For once, her statement sent chills down his spine. He kept his composure, but had stopped eating. Every word of hers held venom for him. This...isn't going to be easy at all. His grip tightened on his knife a bit in frustration. He didn't know how to respond to that. She'd nailed the hammer on the head in terms of his role, voicing his own opinion that he kept buried down. The King had never fought beside his people, had he? He had never even stepped into the training area with them - at least as long as Kian's been alive. He had heard of the Aterian King. He saw him a couple times during his division's battle on the fields, but never could manage more than quick glances.

Kian had paused from eating for a bit, just staring back at her with a hardened gaze after that comment before he resumed back to eating. He truly had no response, but his silence damned him a minute ago already from saying something worthy of a rebuttal. The only thing he could think of is that the Aurelian King in the end had managed to keep his Kingdom alive and living in glory of riches, whilst the Aterian King had led everyone to ruin.


One of those Kings had died in honor, the other would simply die in his sleep.

The Knight nodded at her request - more of an announcement, and watched her as she left. He knew Hannah waited on the other side of the door to lead her to her room. He took note of her gestures, though. She was being a lot more courteous. He had expected her to push back on his comment about addressing him with his position, but she appearead more calculating than she looked. In the Aurelian dress, she looked a lot more like a high lady than not - he had to admit. She was taught well, for a princess of Ateria.

Kian simply finished his meal and headed to the library. The heap of paperwork he had looked like a damn good distraction from all the thoughts racing through his head. "Damn her..." He cursed under his breath as be made his way out. The quietness of the library were a good solace - in his opinion - compared to his office alongside with the memories it held for him. The closest he'll get to a piece of Kian again and not Lord Isidore at his age....A king alive and keeping his Kingdom safe whilst in his palace is better than a king dead besides his people, right?

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora didn’t bother to look back to see if he would allow her to leave in peace. The silence was her answer and she was thankful for it. She walked out of the room her head held high and her hands fisted at her side. Hannah just on the other side of the threshold was patiently waiting for her. For a moment she wondered if the loyal maid had heard their conversation, but Cora couldn’t care anymore. Her lord….their lord, was not at the forefront of her thoughts in that moment. She just wanted to return to the privacy of her room. She could feel the weight of it all trying to crash in on her. The loss of her father, her two brothers she had yet to mourn felt like a knife carving her heart in two. She followed Hannah back to her room in silence. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of the door closing behind them that she let the wave completely crash in on her. She gasped for air as she tried to control the sobs her body wanted to release. Her hands at her waist as she paced for a moment. She could feel the warm tears stream down her face as she shook her head. She knew Hannah was still there but she couldn’t hold back her grief, her body wouldn’t allow it anymore. “I can’t….” She started shacking her head as her hands tried to sweep away her tears. “I can’t deal with him….” She confessed though the real reason behind her pain she couldn’t reveal. She didn’t want Hannah to have something to give her master to possibly hold against her. Damn him….her voice echoed in her head.

 

[Valiryan]

Hannah's eyes widened as she saw Cora suddenly lean forward. For a second, she thought she was in pain but realized when she heard the sobs that Cora was crying. She went to her side slowly, rubbing her back with a gentle hand. "You're fine.. He can be intimidating." Hannah said softly, believing that was the reason Cora was actually crying about. She kept her touch gentle in case Cora would lash out at her.

Despite her initial disdain and hesitation, Hannah couldn't help the pang of ache for the Princess. She knew that her situation was...quite a difficult one, to say the least. "He's not always this intimidating, he just wants to make sure everything's under control." Hannah explained. She grew up with Kian in this estate, her mother having worked for the Isidores. "A habit from his time on the field." Hannah added. She knew she couldn't reveal too much about the lord, but she also knew Cora was having a hard time and didn't feel it was right to let her struggle so much with him.

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora hadn’t expected Hannah’s kind response. She tried to compose herself as best she could but once the dam of emotions had broken to was easier said than done. She felt her reassuring touch on her back but her words had her shaking her head slightly. “I do not fear him” Cora corrected softly. “I’m a prisoner….” She confessed knowing how different her world was now. She was at his mercy, powerless in the eyes of everyone else. Her heart ached for her home, but more so for her family. “What could he possibly want from me?” She said through a more controlled voice. She was gathering herself, sitting up as she tried to dry her eyes. Her fingers combed through her soft curls as she felt her body heavy with exhaustion. “A princess without her kingdom” with out her family “what more could he possibly take?” She knew there was more however nothing mattered more than her family.

 

[Valiryan]

Hannah kept rubbing Cora's back gently as she spoke. She knew she couldn't say much to help. Hannah realised she was wrong about her at first, having thought she'd be unruly and a pain to deal with. The woman before her wasn't that.

"Mister Kian is a much fairer option than others." Hannah still maintained her gentle, comforting tone as she spoke. "We've all heard of what Lord Coburn had done, and he was one of the less...authoritarian lords." Hannah paused, trying not to misspeak. She'd be punished if anyone heard her - a commoner - speaking poorly of any lord. "The other lords treat their staff poorly, but mister Kian has earned our respect. He was the one who told me to change your corset and dress because they were making you uncomfortable." She confessed. She truly didn't see Kian as a bad Lord at all.

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora listened to Hannah as she tried to comfort her. It was obvious that Cora had the wrong impression of the maid. Where she thought that Hannah had seen her as just another chore to do, the young woman was proving herself to be more kind hearted than she first appeared. Maybe Kian’s nature had a tendency to over shadow others. Cora had taken a seat on the edge of the large bed, taking note that someone had already turned her bed down and had placed out a nightgown to change into. The thought of curling up in its warmth and escaping the from the days events with sleep tempted her. She looked to Hannah as she seemed to try and explain away her lords behavior. She could appreciate the fact that she was trying to provide her with some hope. She was the first person to do so and Cora was thankful for that small mercy.



The revelation that Kian had been the one to request her change, not for his entertainment but for her comfort did, hadn’t been something she expected. It was a small comfort to know that he at least wasn’t like most other lords. She combed her fingers through her hair once more before turning her tired gaze to Hannah once more. “Thank you for your comforting words” she said feeling like she had gained her sense back, though she probably looked more tired than anything else. “You can leave me. I wish to be alone” she requested “I can manage” she reassured Hannah knowing that she would probably insist on helping her ready for bed. With a simple nod Hannah had excused herself. The sound of the door closing behind the maid Cora let out a soft sigh, finally alone to her thoughts. Her hands reached for the waist of her dress, her fingers finding cool metal, confirming she had been able to successfully hide her only means of defending herself. She pulled the knife from its hiding spot placing it on the bed. It was surprising what one little piece of metal could do to offer her some peace of mind.



It had been hours since dinner, and her retiring to her room. She had done what was expected of her, changing into her nightgown and waiting quietly for sleep to come. Moonlight flooded into her room as she laid in the bed listening for any sounds just beyond her bedroom door. She had every intention of falling asleep but when sleep did not come her mind started to wonder. All she knew of the manor were the few rooms she had been allowed to visit. If she was going to gain any ground on possibly escaping or learning more about her lord then now would be that time. With that thought in mind Cora had slipped out of her bed. Her feet were cold against the floor as she walked to a near by table lighting a small candle. She had taken the knife tucking it away in her sleeve. It might not have been the wisest plan but she wasn’t going to be completely defenseless if she were to get caught. The unforgiving cold night air had her taking the fur blanket from the foot of her bed to wrap around her shoulders before slipping out of her room.



The halls were quiet, only a few streams of moonlight from the windows lit her path. Her bare feet were silent as she padded down the hallway to the stairs. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was looking for but she knew that if she had any chance at escape she would find it on the ground floor. Cora made her way down the stairs, the family portraits on the walls loomed over her in the darkness, their eyes watching her ever step. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter as she tried to hurry by them beyond their eerie gaze. Instead of turning where she knew the dining hall would be she made her way down the opposite hallway. She had slowed her pace as she took in her surroundings. It was a long hallway with very few doors. One set of double doors catching her attention. They were just as intricately carved as the previous but what had caught her attention was the special attention that had been given to the handles. They were golden but had the appearance of vines growing from the door. It was unique and Cora couldn’t help but wonder what lay beyond them. She quickly looked around before reaching for the handle. She held her breath as she gave it a gentle push and the door clicked as it opened. She paused for a moment, the sound of the heavy door opening seeming to fill the silence of the hall. Seeing that it hadn’t disturbed to much Cora opened the door a little more before crossing its threshold.



What she saw had her pausing just inside the door. Moonlight filled the room from a floor to ceiling window. Some of the glass was beautifully colored and Cora wondered what the magnificent window would look like in the light of day. How brilliant the room would be a light with such vibrant colors. As wonderful as it was what had really caught her attention were the walls lined with shelves filled with books. It appeared to be a library. The smell of the inked pages and bound leather called to her. She slowly moved to a near by shelf holding up the candle, its soft glow shining light on the spins of the books before her. She reached out as if to make sure it wasn’t some illusion, her fingers touching smooth leather confirming that it wasn’t. Her mind raced at the thought of what could be discovered within the pages of these books. Could she find one containing the history of the Aurelian kingdom? Was there one that held Kian’s lineage? Not that it mattered but any information at all she could arm herself with could only serve as a benefit.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian had been on a desk in the large library, a small candle alongside the moonlight streaming through the large windows lighting enough for him to be able to do his work quietly. He was immersed in it, especially since it was double the amount he'd usually have since he just came from a conquest. He had changed into a white tunic shirt and loose trousers - more comfortable attire than his formal vest and suit. He was scribbling on the paper, lost in thought about the trading route he was currently reading about and the best ways to secure it against any ambushes.

He was taken out of his thoughts when he heard the library door open. The sound had echoed through the otherwise empty library. He paused for a second, perking up to listen to any footsteps. It wasn’t unfamiliar for other residents of the estate to use this part. The nurses and their students or mages would often come here late nights to read or look for certain knowledge from the vast pool of books in the library. He furrowed his brows, looking through the windows that overlooked the forest surrounding the manor. Kian had wanted to be alone. He didn't want anyone bothering him right now. The dinner with Cora had put him in enough of a sour mood that he didn't want to speak to anyone else, having relished the comfortable busyness of the paperwork.

He got up quietly, dropping his pen soundlessly on the paper. He blew out his candle, smoke drifting from the tip of it. The other person was here somewhere. Kian walked quietly around the library, having memorised its familiar shelves enough to be able to walk with merely the faint moonlight illuminating his path. He froze in his tracks when he came upon the person between the shelves, Cora.

Kian glanced at the leather-clad book she had in her hands, clearly immersed by it. "Aurelian myths and history, I wouldn't have taken you for one who's fond of learning about that." Kian cleared his throat, announcing his presence. He'd recognised the book in her hands. He had been forced to learn it as a child, and it had stuck with him. His amber gaze ran over her, realising she was in her nightgown with a fur blanket draped over her shoulders. "Seems like you got a bit lost from your bedroom, miss Sika." He added sarcastically.

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora hadn’t seen such a library before. It had made the one her father had look like it belonged to a poor monastery. She could feel her hear alight with a small glimmer of joy. Books had always been her escape when she was little. When her tutors were trying to get her to focus on her studies Cora would often find herself searching out the fairytales of days past. How she now wished she had been more diligent in her studies. Maybe she would have been more aware of the kingdom she now found herself prisoner of. As she walked along the shelves she glanced over titles, only stopping at one that seemed to have the answers to the many questions she had. Pulling it from the shelf, she reached over setting her candle down. The moonlight was strong enough to were she could make out some of the wording on the pages as she flipped through them.



Just a she was satisfied that she had selected a book that would be useful, she heard his voice from the shadows. Cora gasped as she was startled, the book in her hands dropping. Her heart felt like it skipped a beat, and she could feel the knife dropping into the palm of her hand from her sleeve. Her gaze instantly went to the source of the voice. She knew who it was before her eyes even settled on him. What she hadn’t expected was his informal appearance. Still in such simple appearance he cut an intimidating form. He was a knight in every sense of the word. Regaining her composure Cora merely offered him a bored glance before bending over and picking up the book. “Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten lost if someone would’ve done the simple courtesy of showing me the grounds” she pointed out as she gathered the blanket around her a bit more, trying to conceal the knife she had taken from dinner. “I couldn’t sleep” she offered as a simple explanation for her sneaking out of her room. She did not shy away from him. Cora couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing up at such a late hour. She didn’t bother to ask knowing she would be either ignored or advised it’s none of her business.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian chuckled at how startled she was. She really expected nobody to be awake at this hour. He would've offered her a hand to get up from the position she had been sitting in on the floor and reading the book, but he knew she would've swatted his hand away. "Maybe you didn't give me the chance to." He rebutted, crossing his powerful arms over his chest. The dim light in the library had helped Cora conceal the knife, Kian unable to see it from just the mere moonlight and the small candle she was holding. Why was she out of her bedroom so late? He had stationed guards outside on patrol so she doesn't escape the estate, but he hadn't thought to station one right outside her room to notify him of her movement. A dumb mistake. He made a note on his head to correct it. He would rather not risk anything about her escape.

"So, you couldn't sleep and took it upon yourself to see the grounds?" He asked, taking a few steps closer and grabbing the book she held in her hands. "I guess princesses truly do expect everyone to do their bidding no matter the hour." He sighed as he said that. She was in a stranger's manor, and she wasn't exactly in a position to want a tour. She wasn't here on a vacation. The fact she felt comfortable enough to go out around the estate in less than a day was...something. It was a very bold move. "If a tour is what will convince you to go back to your room, I'll give you one right now." He offered, turning the book over in his hands and then placing it back on the shelf.

Kian scanned the shelf quickly before reaching up and grabbing another book. "This is a better book." He said plainly and held it out for her. Kian knew there was a chance she would simply shove his hand away. He wasn't going to say no if she wants to learn more about the history. After all, what harm could come off that? Aurelia had a rich enough and established history that interested many from out of the borders.

 

[wicketpyt]

Cora looked less than amused as he chuckled at her. His words making her look up at him from her spot on the ground. The floor was cool beneath her and she was thankful she had brought the blanket with her. His statement that he wasn’t given the opportunity to had her rolling her eyes. “Yes because you were in a delightful mood to do so” she shot back in sarcasm. She had no response for his question, no need to repeat herself. When he took the book from her hands she went to argue with him when his following words stopped her. She gracefully stood, not afraid to voice her frustration with him. “How convenient it is for you to refer to me as both princess and prisoner when it suits you….my lord” she had a bite in her tone. He wanted to judge her for sneaking around when he too was up late lurking in the shadows. His offer to give her a tour now had her meeting his gaze as he placed the book back on the shelf. So she needed his permission to read now? “I wouldn’t want to burden you with my bidding” she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter “I’ll ask Hannah in the morning if she’ll show a lowly prisoner the rest of the estate”


Cora had turned slightly as if to excuse herself again but was stopped when he pulled another book from the shelf handing it to her. His simple explanation had her examining the book in her hands before looking to him. Her gaze meeting his and for a change it didn’t hold any contempt. “Thank you” she said softly bowing her head. Cora turned to leave fully intending on returning to her room, now knowing that she wasn’t the only one up this late.

 

[Valiryan]

Kian's features still showed his amusement. She was going to prove a lot more difficult to work alongside with that attitude of hers. He was so used to being obeyed that he found her both exasperating and amusing in her reactions. He hadn't met someone who'd dared to stand against him with such confidence. What gave the princess so much confidence now? Even when he has the upper hand, she didn't seem very inclined to listen without some sort of threat.

Kian didn't balk at the venom in her tone. "You're both. Although, maybe I do need to stop calling you princess now." He said, still towering over her even when she stood up. "Oh, tomorrow you won't have Hannah," Kian flashed her a smile, but it seemed more intimidating than friendly. "You'll have me instead. You're with me for all of tomorrow. And you can drop the formalities, I was only testing you. You may call me Kian." He had planned to accompany her tomorrow and test her skills in various aspects, as well as start talking about the reason she had been brought to his estate in the first place. He wanted to do it after she was well rested from this whole eventful day, but clearky neither of them could get much rest today.

As Cora took the book from his hand, Kian glanced glint of something up her sleeve. What? Confusion lit up on his face momentarily before it clicked in his head. A knife. His gaze hardened as he reached and grabbed her forearm. His grip was tight, but not tight enough to hurt. "Drop it." He said sharply, his tone that of a commander. His voice seemed to resound throughout the library. His amber eyes never left hers, a silent way of conveying he'd retaliate if she decided to suddenly swing at him with it. He hadn't realised she'd taken the knife at dinner. How hadn't he realised? She seemed to be more resourceful than he gave her credit for.