Fantasy The Devil's Throne - IC [Open]

[Misty Gray]

Cassandra Summers​

When Alexander addressed her, Cassandra gave him a warm smile. "Oh, I don't hide," she assured him. "Though I do keep my distance, especially from royal arguments. You're a better person than me. I wouldn't be able to stand amongst that and still leave the room so calmly," she commended him. She was concerned for the children, but hearing the king so angry and being receptive enough to know how Christopher was likely acting, she knew better than to put herself in the middle of it on this occasion. As refreshing as the boy was, she worried Arthur would get himself into serious trouble if he continued to disrespect his elders. Seeing the princesses all leave the dining room was also concerning, but she was so thankful they had each other to turn to at times like these.

When Aalie approached her to request she had some servants take five plates food to the princesses, she warmly smiled and nodded. "Of course, Your Highness," she kindly agreed. Cassandra temporarily excused herself from Alexander and entered the dining room so she could find one of the servants assigned to helping with dinner. As she began to ask the girl to have some food taken to the princesses, she was interrupted by Christopher who told her otherwise. "Your Highness, the princesses need to eat. They're shaken by the shouting so wish to eat elsewhere, just for this evening. I see no reason to have this escalate further."

"My decision is final, Cassandra. If the princesses needed to eat so desperately they would still be sat at this table where food is traditionally served." Christopher looked her in the eyes and shook his head. "Remember your place, Lady Summers. It would be a shame for me to lose tolerance for you as you're very competent in your duties. Now leave," he ordered her, pointing to the door.

Cassandra had to hold back every response that came to mind, seeing he'd already been pushed far enough for one evening. As she stepped back out onto the corridor, she looked down to see her hands shaking and tightly folded her arms to hide it as she returned to Alexander. She could feel her own anger building inside but knew she couldn't let it out. "That man is infuriating," she quietly told the Master of Security, her voice faltering a little. "He's refusing to have his sisters fed."

Angelofwishes7 Jess Buck

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The king stopped and turned to the young servant girl. He listened as she told his the French prince had arrived and nodded his head. "Wonderful. Thank you for informing me. Do ensure they enjoy their meal and have someone find me once they have finished their dinner," he told her. He was looking forward to speaking with the Prince of France. Azalea marrying him would help ease tensions with France and also help to control his eldest daughter's personality, he hoped.

Jess Buck

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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"Well, that's good." Alexander paused, giving Cassandra a charming smile. "I'd hate to see someone as strong as you hiding." He continues, his smiled fading a bit with the following words. "Though, It's not easy holding my tongue at times," Alexander admitted, there have been many times that he wanted to say some frowned upon words, or add his own comment to what was going on when arguments break out among the family. "But, I know my place." Alexander sighed softly. "I know what I must do, and I can not let my emotions get in the way of my duties." He watched as Aalie approached Cassandra to ask for plates of food be brought to the princesses rooms.

Alexander stood quite, knowing all too well already that Christopher would not allow it, not with the mood he was in just a moment ago. As Cassandra walked away Alexander brought his gaze to the two guards that still needed to be spoken to. "Now, you two." The guards seemed nervous as they stood up straight and looked toward Alexander with worried eyes. "Y-Yes Sir!" One of the guards stuttered as he spoke. "Go back to the guard house." The two guards seemed to calm a bit as they began questioning what Alexander was asking them to do. "I want that place spotless! The floors, walls, cabinets, beds, chests, even the damn ceiling better not have a single spec of dust on it!" Alexander spoke sternly and the guards stood on edge once again. "Now go. I'll be in later to personally check your work." With a quick nod and "Yes sir" from the guards, they quickly turned and ran toward the Guards house to start their punishment.

Alexander sighed softly, he would check on their work later, afterward, he would sternly talk to them about the importance of their duties and what he expects them to do but for now, physical labor would keep them occupied. He turned his head to see Cassandra walking back toward him, obviously upset and angry with how her conversation with Christopher had gone. He already knew Christopher wouldn't allow the princesses to have meals delivered to their rooms, but he understood the anger that Cassandra was feeling. Alexander sighed softly, There was little he could do in this situation to help the princesses and Cassandra, but after a bit of silence, Alexander spoke. "Christopher is who he is, we can not force him to change. Just like Auther, we can try all we want, but no matter how much we punish him, push him to change his views on the world and others around him. We can't force him to change who he is." Alexander paused looking away. "We may not always agree with what they do or the orders they give us, but we all have choices, the choice to agree or disagree, speak our mind or stay quiet, to obey or disobey. Each choice has its consequence, good or bad, and sooner or later karma will come around and grant everyone what they deserve." Alexander paused looking back at Cassandra. "I'm sorry, I seemed to have rambled on a bit." Alexander gave a small smile to Cassandra, not sure if he helped at all.

 

[sprouhtt]

Lena had spent about a year with this family and she feels as if every single day is a living hell when serving Christopher. Lena felt as if he was the worst of them all. She couldn't understand how someone could be so rude and full of himself. Lena could smell the food being cooked from all the way outside. This palace had some pretty good cooks and Lena being one of them. But because today she had to go early to the market to get the ingredients she had to put off hanging the laundry. Every servant/maid had a specific job to do and she was assigned the job of tending to Christopher's every needs, even doing his laundry. There was rumor going around saying that Christopher was engaged, but Lena already knew of these arrangements since it's all Christopher can talk about.

Lena hoped that with this new fiance, he would focus more on her then Lena since he was always giving her chores to do. Lena was sick of it, and frankly she wanted to be assigned a different job. Being a maid to Christopher is a full time job. Lena never complained aloud, she couldn't trust any of these maids that worked here. All they did was gossip to themselves in order to fill the empty void that they had inside. Lena didn't shower with them, since there was a small springs just five minutes from the palace, she would go down there where it's peaceful. Lena didn't like anyone looking at her while she was bare so this was the only option. Nobody in that palace has seen her back and she wants to keep it that way.

Lena walked back inside after hanging the laundry and she was assigned to take dinner out to the Queen, King and Christopher. Lena pushed the cart out that had the plates of food on them. She stopped just five feet away from the dinner table and took one tray at a time. She served Christopher his meal first. She poured him some wine into his glass very carefully. She was cautious to not spill any on the table and on him.
Misty Gray

 

[StarryKnights]

Anais Ravenswood
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Anais was all for making the French prince wait, if Azalea hadn't been summoned, and no one was making them go, then the girl preferred that her sister come with them. Anais moved to follow her sisters out the door, however she paused as she spotted a young girl whom she knew, another servant. The servants were clearing up their spots at the table, only her mother and eldest brother remained. Seeing one young girl whom she knew, Anais paled as she was beckoned over to Chris's side. Peeking around her sisters she watched her brother, terrified the girl was to be hit or something worse. The servant herself was clearly nervous, she nodded hastily as Christopher finished and then moved to inform the cook of the news, passing Anais as she did she offered the young princess little more than a glance before continuing on.
Most of the servants had been acting aloof toward he girl as of late, out of fear of sharing Lily's fate. Anais understood that, but the action was still enough to bring tears to her eyes.

She wiped at them, and wound up smearing the makeup she had on her face. Sudden'y she didn't feel like being around anyone. The order didn't surprise Anais, Chris was probably irritated about everything and was seeing to it that everyone bore the brunt of it. That was how her brother was, why Anais didn't know, she wasn't very close to him. She'd tried when she was younger, but she'd always gotten the feeling that Chris wasn't looking to relate to his youngest sibling. She might as well have been an ant for all the attention he'd given her. She sniffled, she didn't want to cry in front of Chris, knowing it would just make things worse.
Realizing that she was standing in the doorway, Anais shook her head and spoke. "I...I'm s-sor-". the apology she'd been about to speak fizzled on her tongue, rather than stand there stammering like an idiot the princess turned and ran out of the dining room. She ran past her sisters, made a turn and headed down the hall which lead to her room.

Misty Gray Ms. Sparrow Jess Buck

 

[Cheryl]

Oliver Charles Ravenswood

Oliver had been out in the royal gardens that evening, strolling along the carefully paved path. The escape that nature gave him often relieved him of the pressures back at the castle. He always made sure to have at least one walk in the gardens, whether it be in the morning, day, or evening. Today he had chosen to go out with enough time to return just in time for dinner with the family. Oliver was rarely late for meals since he never wanted to upset his family with his tardiness. A prince had to be at the right place at the right time, no matter the occasion. It was something that a certain brother of Oliver's wasn't very well known for... or just acting like royalty at all.

Putting the thought of Arthur aside, Oliver paused his evening stroll and took a deep breath of fresh air in. He was currently alone, standing by a bed of violet flowers that were perfectly arranged to show off their crisp petals. He had a gut feeling that he should be in the castle right then and there, but Oliver knew that his daily strolls usually brought him back to the castle before the next meal. A small robin had calmly landed on the freshly cut lawn far in front of Oliver. With its red chest in the air the proud bird briefly chirruped before noticing Oliver, hurriedly flapping off as quickly as it had came. The prince smiled softly at the robin as it flew off. It made him think about the possible mice that were probably scuttling around in the servants' quarters. Oliver had, unfortunately, recently seen a grey mouse dash across the corridor he was walking along. He had alerted a maid of the situation, and so Oliver hoped that the infestation would soon be resolved.

Oliver was snapped back to reality when he heard feet clanking towards him. As he turned to face who was walking towards him he saw two guards, and they seemed rather flustered. Oliver put on a neutral face when the two reached him. "Your highness, dinner has started. The royal family is patiently waiting for you to arrive." puffed out a guard. Oliver felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard that his family was now waiting for him. Not letting the panic go to his face, Oliver instructed "I understand. Return back to your usual work, I can get there without you two escorting me.". "Yes, your highness." responded the two guards before they marched off back to the castle. Oliver then immediately rushed back off to the castle through the shortest route possible while still looking composed.

By the time Oliver arrived at the dinner hall he was visibly tired out from the sudden rush there. When he entered the room, preparing his little apology speech, he was surprised that only Christopher and the queen were still seated at the table. Glancing from his mother to his brother Oliver asked "Have the others already eaten then?". He took his seat cautiously next to Christopher, worried that he might be chastised for his tardiness. It was very rare for him to be so late, late enough for his siblings and father to have left.

Misty Gray

 

[Thatoneflawedhero]

Arthur Ravenwood

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As he was escorted forcefully to his room the young man would crack a smile as he stared down at the floor chuckling slightly but at the same time his chuckle would sound like a nervous one, had he messed up? Yea, but it wasn't like he hadn't got punished for such a thing before and getting stuffed into his room with no food was less worse than the other punishments like beatings or getting sent to war and such, besides it wasn't like he couldn't sneak out, well unless the guards were going to constantly check on him. As rebellious and Chaotic as Arthur was he knew when to stop and just listen to orders before things got out of hand and he felt like if he continued to act out things would get worse.

As soon as he was forced into his room and confined into his chambers the young man's smile would turn into a frown and he would pick up his feet slowly walking over to his bed and once he reached it he would turn around and place himself on it sitting on the right bedside. Looking around Arthur would try to find something to entertain himself with before eventually remembering a song a sailor taught him and as he remembered it his smile would come back.

He would stand up on his bed and grab one of the bed poles from and would start singing the song but would make his own version as he did so replacing the sailor part of the song with 'Prince'.

“Way hay and up he rises early in tha’ mornin! What will we do drunken prince? What will we do with a drunken prince? What will we do with a drunken prince? Early in tha’ mornin! Leave the prince with no food and confine him to chambers! Leave the prince with no food and confine him to chambers! Leave the prince with no food and confine him to chambers! Early in tha' mornin’!”

If anyone were to be near his room they could hear him singing this tune.

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[Misty Gray]

Cassandra Summers​

Cassandra listened as Alexander spoke. He was a charming and reasonable man, whom she found very interesting to speak with. "You weren't rambling, Alexander," she reassured him. "Christopher is a very different person to the one I was caring for fifteen, or even ten, years ago. I can only pray the other princesses and princes do not change, for they are all good people who shouldn't live in this darkness."

The king had made a point of returning to the dining hall to excuse himself from dinner. He passed Alexander and Cassandra as he headed down the corridor. When he was a short distance away, the man seemed unsteady on his feet and stopped still. He placed one arm against the wall to support himself as he rubbed his forehead with the palm of his other hand. He tightly closed his eyes as he tried to contain the headache and dizziness.

Cassandra watched with concern before looking to Alexander. "Come on, we should help him," he suggested. "Similar has happened before," she admitted.

Angelofwishes7

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea couldn't help but smile wryly at Aalie as she said she'd make the Prince wait. Ah, her sisters knew her so well. Perhaps she could avoid the Prince for the whole stay, and send a polite letter of refusal. She should probably show Anaise how to send a letter of refusal now that she thought of it.

Azalea turned to see whom Anaise was watching, she watched the interaction between the servant and Christopher closely, when he told the servants not to bring them food, Azalea flared up in anger, and made move to burst right back into the dining room, "Why that rotten-" Azalea was cut off as Liam placed a gentle hand on her arm.

"Azalea," He said in a warning tone, but it was not because of her reckless actions to charge in the dining room. He nodded his head toward Anais, and Azalea instantly softened upon seeing Anais wipe her eyes and smear her makeup. She felt a wave of sympathy smother her temper.

Anais attempted to stammer out an apology before she turned and took off down the hall. Azalea gathered her skirts and made to run after her, shooting a worried glance at Aalie before another idea came to mind.

She turned on her heels and spun back around to Aalie, "You calm her down and comfort her, I'll go steal food from the kitchens and meet you there." Azalea said quickly with a hint of authority in her tone, and before anyone could stop her, Azalea ran past both Liam and Aalie and disappeared as she rounded a corridor and ran at a breakneck speed for the kitchens, moving around servants and such as she did so.

Liam in the meantime, knowing this was a family ordeal, retired to his own chambers for the night, which was next to Azalea's due to his position, he also went out of his way to pass the French Prince's chambers to see if he could pick up shy conversation as he passed the room.
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Jess Buck StarryKnights

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[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood
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Christopher watched as Lena wheeled out the trolley with the food on. She was one of his main servants and her contempt for him was clear, but he chose to ignore it. Many people felt the same way about him so it was nothing new. Although, he did wonder how long she could hold her tongue being that she spent quite a bit of time serving him. He supposed that was an exchange to look forward to.

Christopher couldn't help but notice there were three trays on the trolley Lena had brought in. It seemed she hadn't been made aware of the king's absence in time. He was about to speak up about it when Oliver entered the dining hall. "Nice of you to grace us with your presence, brother," he coldly greeted him. However, he took a deep breath and decided he was exhausted with the whole affair. He looked away from Oliver for a moment to get Lena's attention. "You. The king will not be having his meal, but Prince Oliver will have his," he told her. He then looked back to his brother. "We haven't eaten yet. Arthur caused a scene and has been confined to his room. Your sisters decided to be melodramatic and ran off to their rooms. Father left too," he informed him. "What kept you, Oliver?" he curiously asked. His brother wasn't usually late, so he was interested to find out why he had been this time.

sprouhtt Cheryl

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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"Everone changes as they grow up, some more than others." Alexander smiled a bit. "But I do agree, the world can be a cruel and hate-filled place," He paused for a second, looking down the hall to see the king walking toward them. " And I hope no one will have to live their whole lives trapped in such darkness." Alexander continued as the King walked passed them and continued on his way.

As Alexander finished his few words with Cassandra, he turned to looked toward the king to tell them that the two guards had been dealt with. When he saw the king leaning against the wall as if he was struggling Alexander stopped in his trail. "My Lord..." His voice trailed off and for a second Alexander had a deep look of concern in his eyes. Before Cassandra had even finished her sentence he had rushed over to the king's side holding him up and doing his best to keep him steady and on his feet. "My Lord, are you alright?" Alexander asked keeping his tone of voice soft and calm.

 

[StarryKnights]

Anais Ravenswood​

Anais came to a stop once her sisters were out of sight. She wanted to be left alone...but knew Aalie and Azalea would probably be coming after her. It was only natural after all, but Anais didn't want to talk to them. She sniffled and wiped at her eyes, smearing more of her makeup across her sleeve. Looking up she caught sight of herself in a mirror. Teary eyes, red, blush smeared cheeks, hair in a mess thanks to the running. She looked as miserable as she felt, which brought her little comfort. Sighing, she turned to continue heading toward her room, when the faintest of sounds came across her. It sounded like Arthur... Her room was further down the hall from his, located at the end of the corridor. Arthur's was on the opposite side, peeking down the hall she saw the two guards were stationed outside it, no doubt they were ensuring the prince didn't leave his room. She frowned, Arthur was definitely the most rebellious of all her siblings, and though she wasn't particularly close to him, it did sadden her to see him punished. Although he did cause quite the scene at dinner...Anais didn't see how he could act the way he did and still have the nerve to face their father and Christopher, Anais was far to scared of the both of them to act out.

She looked toward her room and then sighed, then she turned and headed toward Arthur's room. The two guards outside it stiffened as the princess stopped in front of him. They both glanced down at her, but then looked back up, neither wanted another talking to from Alexander, it was their job to keep track of Arthur, and ensure that he remained in his room, alone.
"I'd like to talk to my brother please...". She spoke, looking up at the guards with red, teary eyes. It was a look she often gave Cassandra and the other tutors when she wanted to end classes early that day. The guards squirmed under gaze before one spoke. "I'm afraid that isn't...permitted, Princess". the man spoke looking down, but he couldn't help but soften up a bit, seeing Anais' big, sad puppy dog eyes.
"Please...five minutes...I promise no one will hear about it...".

The guards looked to each other before sighing, they stood to the side, and Anais smiled. "Be quick princess". Anais smiled, stepped forward and knocked on the door before opening it.
"Arthur...?" she cracked the door and peeked her head in, and found her brother hanging on a bed pole, singing.
Stepping into the room, she couldn't help but giggle a little bit, Arthur's antics always managed to get a smile out of her.
"You know...one of these days, you'll be thrown into a cell and not your room".

Thatoneflawedhero

 

[sprouhtt]

When Lena was done pouring him his drink, she gave herself a pat on the back for not spilling anything. Lena was very happy about it. Lena tried to not be in his presence for too long, she didn't want to upset him and given the fact that he seems to be in one of his moods might not help. Lena stood up straight again and walked over to get Christopher's tray of food. She then walked back to him and set it in front of him. She removed the silver cover that was covering the food and revealed a delicious full course meal that she wouldn't be able to eat even if she worked for it. Lena resulted in eating the scraps that were left over in the kitchen or some bread and cheese. Lena didn't think it was fair either, they worked way harder than any of the royals here, so why shouldn't they at least get a decent amount of food?

Lena walked back to the trolly and she realized that the king was not there, he may have walked out before she could even give him his meal. Lena let out a soft sigh when Christopher told her. Lena then saw Oliver walk in, great, now this food won't go to waste. Lena then took the two trays and walked over to the Queen and set hers in front of her and then she walked over to where Oliver might be sitting and she set his there as well. Lena then poured the drinks and she returned to the trolly where she began to push it away. The bottle of wine still had a bit more in it and everything was going swell when the bottle of wine tipped over and fell on the ground. Lena immediately stopped the trolly and she took a cloth that was hanging on the handle of the trolly and laid it down on the ground where the bottle fell. It began soaking it up. Lena knelt down to pick up the broken glass, but her hand was shaking too much. Lena didn't have an accident in a while and for this she hated herself.

When she was picking up the broken glass bottle with her hand, her hand was shaking from fear that she accidentally gave herself a small cut. "I am sorry." She said as she rapidly cleaned up the mess she made. Lena was fearful at this moment.

Misty Gray Cheryl

 

[Thatoneflawedhero]

Arthur Ravenwood

"Way hay and up she rises early in tha' mornin! That's what we do with a tyrant Prince earlier in the mornin'!" Arthur had been enjoying his song about drunken princes and tyrant princes before he was interrupted by his little sister Anais as she was allowed to come in which surprised him but then again she was so innocent and pure, so it was understandable why the guards let her into his room. As she walked in the man would stop what he was doing and would swing himself around the pole one time before jumping down from his bed and staring at her and giving her his usual smile.

It was nice to see one of his siblings or at least one that wasn’t Chris because whenever Chris paid him a visit the two would tend to just glare at each other and tell each other off and sometimes when father wasn’t around they would get into fights, but with his sisters they never did such things and instead were quite nice to him but that didn’t stop them from reminding him of his rebellious attitude although that was just something everyone in the family did. Either way it was still nice just to see someone care.

As he reached the floor he would place himself down on the right side of his bed sitting down and bringing up a leg to set down on his other leg. He extended his arms out before pointing them at her and starting to speak.

“Ah! Anais my little sister! It’s good to see you love!” He would greet her with his usual kind tone as she came in but his tone would turn more serious and his smile would turn into a frown as she brought up the subject of Jail and such “Ah, love. It would be a gift if I was in Jail, I mean I wouldn’t have to live with that despicable human being that I’m forced to call my brother. Seriously why would father chose him to be the heir to the throne? I’m not saying I should be king but certainly Oliver would be better then him.” After he spoke he would remove himself from the bedside and walked over to her placing an arm on her shoulder

“I do suppose though that me going to jail would cause heartbreak for my sisters, so I’ll try to stay out of trouble ai?”

StarryKnights​

 

[Misty Gray]

Cassandra Summers​

Cassandra hurried behind Alexander but stood a short distance away so she wasn't crowding the king. She watched as the guard addressed King Robert and helped to keep him steady.

"Please help me to my room, Alexander. I need to rest," he requested. "You can come too, Cassandra," he added. Of all the staff, he trusted these two most. They'd served the palace for quite some time and proved themselves trustworthy.

Once in the king and queen's large private living quarters, Robert sat back in his favourite armchair and asked Cassandra to pour him some wine. "It appears old age is catching up to me," he told the two, catching his breath back. "I've been having problems for a while now," he said, motioning to his head and eyes. "Most days I can ignore it, but that whole commotion over dinner was a little too much after an already long day," he explained. "I would appreciate it if you kept this quiet. Only my wife and doctor know about this, and it needs to stay that way. If certain people and our international visitors think me vulnerable, they will try to take advantage of the situation."

Angelofwishes7

 

[StarryKnights]

Anais Ravenswood​

Anais giggled as Arthur spoke, he was always so theatrical, never a dull moment. She wasn't sure where he got it, seeing as both of their parents were terribly dull, though she...loved them, though at times they could both be monsters. her smile turned to a frown though as he spoke of Chris, Arthur never bothered to hide his disdain for their eldest brother, and while Anais feared him, she couldn't bring herself to truly hate him. She despised his cold nature, and how he'd sentenced her friend to die...but above all that...she pitied Chris. He had big shoes to fill, everyone one knew one day Father would pass, and it would be Christopher to take the throne. It was a daunting prospect, one that had to weigh heavily on her eldest brother's shoulders. And because of how he acted, no one in the family was keen on helping him bare it... aside from Oliver, she knew her middle brother looked up to Chris. It scared her, she didn't want him to become as cold as Chris.

"He's still our brother Arthur...perhaps show a little bit of sympathy...". she sighed and wiped at her face, removing more of her makeup in the process, her freckles could be seen now. They dotted her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and just under her eyes. the little red specks were seen as a sign of imperfection, and from the time she could walk, Mother had her cover them. It was second nature to Anais now. As Arthur placed a hand on her shoulder she smiled up a him. "...Your right, we'd be terribly worried if you were carted off to jail...so maybe...for our sake...you could...perhaps you at least try to get along with Chris...and father...". she smiled up at him.
She looked back at the door, she'd promised the guards five minutes and didn't want anyone to discover her in here, it would only get her and Arthur in more trouble.

Thatoneflawedhero

 

[Thatoneflawedhero]

Arthur Ravenwood

As soon as the sister said those words ‘sympathy’ he sighed and shook his head in a disapproval type manner. He didn’t expect his younger sister to understand his undying hatred for Christopher, hell he didn’t expect any of the women in the household too, in his mind women had always been a bit more sympathetic and kind hearted than men although that didn’t mean he disliked women for being that way and instead envied that most of the women in his household could put up with Christopher and his terrible opinions on how things should be ran but still he just couldn’t forgive Christopher, for Christopher was not a person that he could just forgive as he had done terrible things such a suggesting Arthur go to war and also executing innocent peasants and servants who did nothing but be nice and served the terrible prince. Suddenly he would turn before looking down at the floor and grinning but turned back to his sister and began to speak to her.

"It's not something a woman would understand or even a noble woman could, I simply can't have sympathy for a man who abuses his powers and kills commoners for only one reason, entertainment." The man would cover his mouth and looked away for a second before staring back at his sister with a slightly frustrated look on his face. "Let me explain it in a way you understand lass. Entertainment is something that entertains and makes you happy, just like theatre or comedy from the town elder and everyone likes it but his type of entertainment is different, his entertainment doesn't entertain most people nor is it fun for most people, the only person it entertains is himself because he only cares for himself. That is why I can't sympathize with Christopher, Anais he's a bloody Maniac that doesn't care for this family." As soon as he finished speaking he would take his arm off her shoulder. "Do you understand where I'm coming from now?"

StarryKnights​

 

[StarryKnights]

Anais Ravenswood​

Anais frowned as Arthur spoke, as soon as the words "not something a woman would understand or even a noble woman could not" she sighed and shook her head. She loved her brother...truly, but he had this cocky air about him that at times made him insufferable. The fact he felt the need to explain the definition of entertainment, in detail, furthered her opinion. "I know that the word entertainment means, I've only had vocabulary lessons since age three". her tone was playful, but there was a hint of annoyance under it. She took a step back as he removed his arm, as her five minutes were nearly up. "Arthur...I understand where where your coming from...". Christopher was incredibly cruel, he'd sentenced Lily to die, he was denying them dinner, and he did it all without batting an eye. She wondered if he felt anything about the things he did. She wondered if he felt anything at all. It was a scary thought...one she had to push away.

"...I don't think our brother is capable of feeling joy from much of anything Arthur...if he did...at least then it would explain his cold behavior...". she shook her head and grabbed the doorknob. "And that's what's truly sad...Arthur I fear our brother takes joy from little to nothing in his life...I...I don't know why he's that way but...". she shook her head. "Even with all he's done...he's our brother...and our future king...and I know nothing I do can change that...". She liked to think maybe Chris could change for the good, but she felt his decision to kill Lily had burned that bridge. "...But even with all he's done...to me personally...". The fact she couldn't remember a kind word from him, the fact he'd sentenced her friend to die. "...I love him...same as I love you and our other siblings...".

She sighed and pat her cheeks in an effort to keep from crying. "I understand where you come from...and because I love you...I will be honest. If you ever talk to a lady you fancy the way you just talked to me...as if I was an idiot, unable to comprehend basic vocabulary..she will slap you". She flashed a small, playful smile for her brother. "I know you don't like Chris...and I don't think we'll ever agree on whether or not he's well...a person but please...at least make an attempt to get along with him...I...I don't want to lose you...okay?". She opened the door, the guards peeked in, just to make sure Arthur was still there.

"I believe your five minutes was up...about a minute ago". One spoke. Anais nodded and looked back to Arthur. "Nest time you come to dinner late...please remember this little chat...okay? Oh....and please don't sneak out, that'll only make father more cross...". She smiled and waved before stepping out, the guards shot Arthur a look before closing the door behind her. Once out in the hall Anais sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Why must all my brothers be so dense...in one way or another...?"
The guards both chuckled a bit at her comment, which made her perk up a bit. All in all, Arthur had made her feel better tonight than she'd felt all week, so she supposed he deserved some credit for that.
Figuring Azalea or Aalie might be looking for her, Anais walked back to her room.

Thatoneflawedhero

 

[Jess Buck]

Aalie Nicole Ravenswood
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Aalie wasn't really paying attention to what was happening behind, rather just walking claming toward her room when suddenly she heard pounding footsteps behind her. She turned quickly and saw Anais running away. Aalie looked to Azalea for explanation but all she got were orders. But Aalie knew better than to argue with her sister she nodded before signing to Rosaline. "Retire for the night Rosie. I'll have servants bring food to your room. I need to take care of my family." Rosaline nodded and continued on her way back to her own room. Aalie sprinted off in the direction where she saw her sister running. She had to admit, Anais was fast. She had no idea where the child could have gone. But Aalie's first instinct was to check her room, so that's where she went. As she rounded the corner to the hallway where Anais' room was she saw two guards in front of Arthur's room. She quickly came to a halt and tried to slow down her breathing, as to not alarm the guards. She walked with her head high and did her best to not draw too much attention to herself as she went to Anais' door and knocked politely. "Anais? Sweetie is Aalie...can we talk?" She didn't hear a response and she frowned "Anais please...Azalea and I just want to help..."

Lyle James Dubois

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Lyle had been waiting in his room for quite some time and a servant hadn't come by with his food yet. He sighed and went to the door to check and see if anyone was coming. As he opened his door he noticed a guard and called out to him. "Monsieur- Oh! Sorry, not used to speaking English all the time..." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you by any chance know if a servant is on their way with supper? I was told one would come and I've yet to hear anyone or receive anything..." As Lyle continued to look at this guard, he couldn't help but think he looked familiar. But he couldn't place it; maybe he'd seen him with the English ambassador at French court? No that wasn't it...where had he seen this man before?

StarryKnights Ms. Sparrow

 

[Thatoneflawedhero]

Arthur Ravenwood

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As the man would offer his views on Chris he would notice the young female frowning at him and it was obvious she did not appreciate nor like what he had had to say about Chris and this made him take his arm up to his mouth and sigh once more as he felt like he had failed to explain his view to her though his expression changed and he took his hand off his mouth as she started to respond to him, but as she did his facial expression would change to a one of confusion as she spoke, it was funny really he was asking her to understand his point of view but he was unable to understand her point of view, especially when she told him that she feared Chris. If one fears something how could one possibly love it? He thought this but when she starting to talk some more he came to more of a understanding with her.

As he continued to listen he would give her a little chuckle before he started to notice that she was beginning to cry and would kneel down before wiping the tears away from her eyes trying to comfort the young princess as she continued to explain her views to him. As she spoke more and more about the topic he eventually came to a complete understanding but he still couldn’t agree with her, as Chris was not a man Arthur could just simply love or cherish as a brother. Arthur had been a man of the people while Chris was hated by the people and the hate Chris got from the people wasn’t unjustified either.

Eventually as the guards told her she had to leave the man would nod in response to her before giving her a reluctant grin as she walked out. When she left the man frowned before looking towards the window and after a few moments of staring he would walk over to the window and open it, although he wouldn’t jump out and escape he would just stare at the scenery in front of him admiring it’s beauty. This was one of the other reasons he didn’t like Chris, he didn’t want him ruining this great scenery of the land. It was beautiful but it couldn't be trusted to a man like Christopher because if Arthur was knowledgable about one thing he knew that his brother couldn't handle power, he'd had read books before that had tyrants in them and all the characteristics of the Tyrants in the books he had read matched that of Christophers traits. This is why he was rebellious, he didn't want this land in the hands of a madman.

StarryKnights
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[StarryKnights]

Anais Ravenswood​

As she walked back to her room, she saw Aalie standing at her door, knocking. It was clear her sister was worried about her, seeing her brought a smile to Anais' face. She ran over and wrapped her sister in a hug from behind, no doubt scaring her in the process. "I'm sorry" she mumbled into Aalie's side as she started to sniffle. The princess was tired of crying, but she just felt so happy, seeing Aalie she couldn't help it. She just felt so conflicted about everything that had been going on in the past week, and she bottled it all up rather than talk about it. But now...she felt she couldn't keep that up, it would drive her mad. "I love you Aalie...". she spoke, looking up at her sister. "I'm sorry for worrying you...".

Jess Buck

 

[Cheryl]

Oliver Charles Ravenswood

Oliver pursed his lips when he heard that Arthur had caused a scene and made almost the entire family to be broken up yet again. Sometimes he just wished that Arthur would learn that his actions are unacceptable, especially for a prince. He didn't have to think for too long to imagine what Arthur could've done this time, his rambunctiousness was going to bring him real trouble soon enough if he wasn't going to fix it. Oliver let a small sigh escape through his nose before explaining "I had lost track of the time in the gardens. I thought that I'd get back here in time, but I guess I didn't." he glanced to Lena "I'll try to be more punctual next time brother.".

He didn't say a word as Lena gave him his meal as well, although he did consider it to be a tad bit lazy that he had received his father's food instead of his own meal. Oliver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sudden sound of glass shattering and clattering. Whipping his head around to see what had happened, Oliver glared at Lena when he saw what she had done. He made an ever so quiet 'tch' sound in disapproval and then faced Christopher, asking him "What should we do about the servant, brother?". Oliver never really liked any of the servants or maids around the castle. In his opinion they caused too much trouble with slight events like these. He looked at the red stain the wine had produced on the floor in dismay. The girl should be punished for what she did, at least he would.

Misty Gray sprouhtt

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood

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Christopher nodded his head as Oliver explained why he had been late. "Yes, try to be more punctual next time. Leave to Arthur to be the disappointment in this family. You know how father gets about tardiness," he remarked, almost making it sound like he too wasn't irritated by lateness to dinner.

Christopher looked to his mother whilst he gave Oliver chance to speak up and the servant chance to serve dinner. The queen was tricky one for him. He loved his mother, despite her standing back and letting his father harm him for all those years. She was kind and caring, whilst firm with her children. She was even warm towards Christopher despite also being compliant with him. However, the way she submitted to the king every time sickened him. Of course, women were supposed to follow the orders of their husband, but he wondered how easily she found it to let her eldest child suffer at his hands. One day he would ask her.

The prince was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the wine glass crashing and smashing on the floor. His head quickly shot around so he could face the maid. "Oh Lord... Is it too much to ask for a man to get his dinner and eat it in peace?!" he snapped, his voice filled with irritation. He heard Oliver's question about what to do with her and couldn't help but feel a little proud. Had it been any other sibling, they'd have been rushing to help the servant and telling Christopher to leave her be. "Hurry up and clean this mess. Then stand over there," he ordered Lena, pointing to the wall where the guards were. "I'll deal with you once I have eaten my dinner," he added. He would make her wait as long as it took. He gave Oliver an encouraging smile before motioning for his brother to start eating. He often had a servant taste his food before him, and given all of the commotion at this one meal, he beckoned the servant over to do so now. With all of the hostility, he was feeling extra cautious about the possibility of being poisoned today. Once he was satisfied, he dismissed the boy and started to eat his meal.




sprouhtt Cheryl

 

[sprouhtt]

Ouch, she thought to herself as she watched the blood drip from the tip of her finger to the floor. Lena wasn't worried so much about this cut, but she was worried about what would happen to her next. She was still new here and hasn't gotten herself in trouble since last year when she first arrived at the palace. Lena couldn't understand how she let herself drop the bottle. Lena messed up two times today, first, she gave the wrong meal to Oliver and second she let the wine bottle break. Lena was going to spend the rest of her life working here in order to lift the debt of this wine bottle. Lena knew that she could never afford it, she couldn't even afford to even take a lick from this wine. When Lena heard a small mutter from Oliver she knew she was in for it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....was all she was repeating in her head. Lena should have been holding the bottle in her hand when she was pushing the trolly away.

Lena didn't spend much time cleaning or doing anything around Oliver, but she knew that he took Christopher's side in just about anything. Lena didn't turn around to face Christopher and Oliver. Lena shot right up as she stood straight and with broken glass in the cloth that she was holding. She heard the demand and authority in Christopher's voice when he spoke to her. Lena hesitantly turned around to face him. Her head was looking down at the ground. Lena didn't even bother to suck on her small cut that was on her finger. All she did was press her injured finger against the skirt of her dress. When he told her to hurry up and stand over there near the wall, she nodded and bit her tongue. She stopped herself before she could even speak. Lena's whole entire body was shaking as she walked over to the wall where the guards were and she stood there silently. Lena rose her head just slightly and saw two other maids walk out to clean up the mess. Lena watched as they picked up the dirty cloth that she left over there.

All kinds of worse case scenarios came to mind as she lowered her head once the two maids were gone. Lena stood there with her head down as she waited for Christopher to finish eating.

Cheryl Misty Gray

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Alexander Rotinya Krow

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"Yes, my lord." Alexander continued to help keep the king steady as they walked down the hallways of the palace to his private living quarters. One inside Alexander gently helped the king into his armchair. Once the king seemed settled Alexander took a step back and watched as the king had Cassandra pour him some wine. When the king brought up his age Alexander sighed "And yet you're still young my lord." Alexander gave the king a smile as he spoke in his usual calm and charming tone. It wasn't very often that Alexander spoke to the king without him receiving orders or checking in. Though, Alexander could remember some of those conversations very well.

As the King finished what he was saying. Alexander lowered his head and gave a slight bow. "Yes, my lord." Alexander paused standing straight once more. "I understand." Alexander knew the threat that the king would be in all too well. If others were to find that the king was weak or struggling, most wouldn't hesitate to take the chance to finish him off. "Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?" Alexander asked as he begun to get ready to head out to do his evening rounds then check on all his guards.

 

[Plutoni]

ROWAN DUNFORTH
LOCATION: The dining hall
TAGGED: Misty Gray | Cheryl | sprouhtt

Rowan had, quite literally, drawn the short straw when he and the other guards had taken lots to decide who got what duties earlier that morning. Dear Alexander would never approve of this practice, of course - but after all, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Needless to say, that was a particularly widespread sentiment amongst the guards, despite the respect most, if not all, had for him.
But short straw it was, nonetheless - he would have to be on guard in the banquet hall, come evening. Despite the conciliatory slaps on the back and loud, openly relieved laughter, "Tough luck, mate," as it went, it held an odd position of both love and hate amongst the guards. Of course, having to deal with both the boredom of standing and certain members of the family was never pleasant, but the immense sense of gleeful schadenfreude that often accompanied it almost made it worth it. Almost.

Actually?
It really did.

Evening was here, now. He stood at the far side of the room with his current unlucky comrade, Byers, a tall, fair-haired, taciturn man, one of his closer friends. Rowan leant surreptitiously against the wall, half in the gold, diamond-patterned sunlight sliding slowly across the hall from the large windows opposite, one hand resting loosely on the pommel of his sword, slung at an angle across his hips. The King had beaten Christopher, accompanied today by Alexander, to the table. The staff of the castle were certainly aware of the animosity between them, several often choosing to secretly tally the little one-ups they had on each other, gossip about their arguments - gossip was almost like a currency here, after all.

He almost wanted to laugh at the frosty exchange and equally frosty silence enveloping the room once the prince took his seat, but Alexander's presence and his general sense of self-preservation put a stop that. But Arthur's entrance quickly broke it, bursting in with his laughter, his energy - Rowan quite liked Arthur. He still thought he was kind of dumb, but he liked him. Partly like how one likes watching a clown falling about, perhaps. Anais joined them next, looking like she'd been crying, followed quickly by Azalea and Liam. The latter came to stand with him and Byers, stiff as a rod. His eyes flicked up at him briefly. He didn't greet him. They all impassively watched the abrupt conversation between the family, tension broken only briefly by Aalie and Rosaline's appearance. But, of course, it all went downhill from there - the king slamming his fists on the table, shouting, Arthur walking out, Alexander leaving, the king leaving, each of the princesses leaving, joined by Liam and Rosaline - suddenly, it was just him and Byers at the wall once again. He perked up a little as the servants began to clear the plates - if dinner was finished early, he could leave early - but Christopher's words crushed that hope flat. Jeez.

Oliver chose to turn up then. He had forgotten about the middle prince, since it was just so uncharacteristic for him to be late. He'd probably be early to his own funeral. He took his seat, receiving, by Christopher's apparent standards, a relatively pleasant greeting. But it was a sharp shattering of glass that broke him out of his musings. He looked round sharply to see the bottle of wine that the servant had been carrying smashed upon the floor, pooling like blood across the wood. Eyebrows raised, his mouth made a small 'o' shape, sharing a brief glance with Byers, but smoothly schooling his features as Christopher pointed in their direction. The entertainment tonight was truly extraordinary, even for the royal family's standards.

He kept looking straight ahead as she came to join them, eyes following the servant hurrying over to check Christopher's food. What a short career that boy's going to have. He silently reached to the side of his belt, drawing out a strip of clean, dark cloth for polishing blade edges, holding the fabric out towards where the servant was stood nearby, not looking in her direction. He'd seen the cut on her finger before she'd hidden it in her dress.

What a charitable soul.