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“Princess! Oh, Princess! A moment of your time please!”
“Your Highness! Are you staying for long?”
“Oh, Princess Naelys!”
The calls and chirps of her name and title filled the air as the woman walked, her heels clicking softly on the cobblestone. She was no stranger to being adored by the commonfolk, but she did not expect it from those in Nireath. In her own country, those who wished to speak with her were much more reserved in their advances. They did not push against each other with outstretched hands, desperate to feel her flesh for themselves. She was on edge, but not uncomfortable. Malaenys, William and even her cousin Diablo were all present with her, allowing a sense of comfort to infiltrate her nervous system despite the lack of a blade on her person.
“Mal-” Turning her head to speak to her twin, a rather unexpected sensation caused her to jerk her arm away as she saw a stranger holding onto her. The world seemed to turn to silence as they multiplied much to her horror. Hands and bodies swarmed her and the other royals, fingers scratching and yanking on the fabric of her dress. Her mind whirled as she tried to shake her limbs free of the aggressors, but she had little success. A flash of steel-colored armor collided with the back of one of the men who had a hold on her and Naelys felt herself fall. As if she were diving off a cliff, her stomach tightened and cooled considerably before she made an impact.
The table of the vendor collided roughly with her skull, sending white bolts of electricity through her, the pops and fizzles clouding her vision as she collapsed rather quickly to the ground. There was a ringing in her ears and a searing heat on the side of her, something she quickly identified to be blood. The noises came flooding back within seconds, pure and utter chaos having formed within mere moments. William found her crumpled frame without delay and helped her to her feet, careful to protect her as the fight progressed. Dazed and defenseless, Naelys found her voice after minutes of being trapped behind her guard, the cold armor speckled with crimson blood.
Her raised words fell upon deaf and angered ears as the fighting continued before forcibly being broken up by the city guards. Naelys felt relief wash over her as she was carefully escorted by William and the guards of Nireath, a steady hand always waiting to catch her in case she stumbled. But walking through the streets with blood-matted hair and a tattered dress was the least of her worries. Upon arriving at the castle, the furious and concerned expressions of her parents were the first she saw. Marak’s eyes were ablaze with anger as he stalked towards the group of royals and guards, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
“I should have your heads on spikes! How dare you be so foolish as to let harm befall my heir? Not to mention the other members of my kin who have been caught up in such a mess!” Hardened eyes threatened the guards of Nireath before making their rounds through those present. Naelys kept her head held high and narrowed her eyes at her father, not exactly pleased by the situation.
“Your Grace I am mostly unharmed. I would receive a worse injury in training than this. It is but a minor wound,” her words were calm and direct as if she were the only one trying to reign in their anger. “There is no reason to-”
“DO NOT tell your king there is no reason to worry. My heir and your successor could have been killed Naelys. Do not lecture me about diplomacy. I want ANSWERS!” The flared temper of King Marak never seemed to spare his children if they attempted to defuse the situation at all. A scoff left the princess as she turned her gaze from her father in favor of looking at the blood that ran down the clenched fingers of her guard, dripping onto the marble flooring below.
“Husband, do not blame our children for the mistakes that could have occurred at any time. Festivals such as this, are known to bring out extremists who are quite enamored with families such as ours.” Aerela’s voice was cool and smooth as she placed a delicate yet scarred hand on her husband’s forearm, hoping to ease the grip he had on his sword. “Let the maesters tend to our daughter and we can have a calm discussion about what happened.”
Without delay, the princess was escorted to temporary chambers where she was cleaned up and questioned. The conversation made her head ache more than the pressing and prodding of the maesters as their skilled hands tended to her wounds. A thin needle and thread stitched her flesh together in her hairline, only two stitches, just to ensure that the deepest portion of the wound would remain closed for the evening. It stung and made her fingers twitch, but she did not complain, her eyes sharply focused on the tapestries near the bed. Gods, Nireath royalty was almost as gaudy as Araes’.
Footsteps receded down the halls, the echo of the chamber doors closing being the only clue that anyone had exited the room. She was allowed a moment to breathe, to recover from the shock of the day’s events, in the company of her guard. Quiet words were exchanged as bloodied fingers lightly touched, gentle and vulnerable expressions for only each other to take in. His name was spoken gently as she thanked him for assisting her and questioned if he was alright and unscathed. The heat of battle and conflict was not foreign to either of them, the stench of freshly spilled blood and lost lives often filled their lungs when they followed the call of war. Smoke and fire usually followed, a sense of exhilaration of life filling them to the brim before they overflowed into an embrace.
But fleeting touches and warm gazes were cut short by rapid knocks and a servant entering her chambers. Long blonde hair fluttered in the air as she walked, her curious gaze lingering on the distance between the princess and her guard. Naelys paid no attention to it and simply got out of her seat in order to get dressed. Without turning her head, she parted her lips to speak, the words coming out without hesitation. “Thank you Ser William, that will be all.” The man did not waste time in leaving, their cold gazes catching only for a second as she watched him leave from the corner of her eye. Red and gold were stripped from her body before neatly laid across the light teal covers of the bed, mud, and blood soiling the hem, harsh tears lingering on the garment.
“This is a gift from Princess Vysenya. She said you wanted to wear your house’s colors so this is what she provided for you this evening,” layers of gold glinted in the warm light of the sun and Naelys fought the urge to scrunch her face up in annoyance. There was far too much skin exposed for her liking but she didn’t protest it. Thin and quick fingers washed her body quickly, erasing any traces of dirt or blood from her scarred skin. There was a sense of hesitation as the damp cloth lingered above Naelys’ arms, almost unsure of how to approach the uneven expanse of flesh.
“It does not hurt. Do what you must to get me ready in time.” A quick nod and a small noise left the girl as she wiped the woman’s limbs down with ease, paying special attention to her fingernails. Once cleaned, the golden dress was placed upon her body, the corset tightly laced, leaving little room for her to breathe too deeply. “I suppose I won’t be dancing in this condition.” The remark was even and could’ve been taken as a joke, but the lack of amusement in her eyes left little room for interpretation. Smoothing out the material of the skirt, she seated herself for her hair to be fixed, a bored expression forming on her features as she looked out the window, wondering when the night was going to end.
The dance was far too noisy and far too bouncy. Naelys lifted a goblet of wine to her lips and allowed herself to sip on the liquid, clearly finding more amusement in nursing the alcohol than finding a partner to dance with. A few eligible bachelors found their way to her side, charming conversation falling flat as she made little effort to entertain them. The raging headache did not allow for many pleasantries. “Princess, you seem bored with this event, I am surprised! I thought that those from Rhaeclya often enjoyed our parties,” the man next to her had a large lopsided grin plastered on his face that made the woman almost scoff.
“Ser, you are thinking of my two siblings. They partake in your wine too greedily and often find themselves waking up next to a sow in a dirty stable.” Her voice was unamused as she pointed to her two siblings, one of which being Malaenys who seemed to be speaking with other royals and guards. “They are far more interested in indulging in your culture and nightlife than I. I also have quite a headache and do not wish to be disturbed by meaningless dances and stolen kisses upon my hand.” Turning her head, she allowed the bruised skin to be visible to the man, causing an awkward puff and chuckle to escape him.
“You know, Your Grace, if you keep acting so hard to please, I may find that to be a challenge worth pursuing.”
Tags: Open | Location: Lapis Palace | Wearing: 01 02 03
“Your Highness! Are you staying for long?”
“Oh, Princess Naelys!”
The calls and chirps of her name and title filled the air as the woman walked, her heels clicking softly on the cobblestone. She was no stranger to being adored by the commonfolk, but she did not expect it from those in Nireath. In her own country, those who wished to speak with her were much more reserved in their advances. They did not push against each other with outstretched hands, desperate to feel her flesh for themselves. She was on edge, but not uncomfortable. Malaenys, William and even her cousin Diablo were all present with her, allowing a sense of comfort to infiltrate her nervous system despite the lack of a blade on her person.
“Mal-” Turning her head to speak to her twin, a rather unexpected sensation caused her to jerk her arm away as she saw a stranger holding onto her. The world seemed to turn to silence as they multiplied much to her horror. Hands and bodies swarmed her and the other royals, fingers scratching and yanking on the fabric of her dress. Her mind whirled as she tried to shake her limbs free of the aggressors, but she had little success. A flash of steel-colored armor collided with the back of one of the men who had a hold on her and Naelys felt herself fall. As if she were diving off a cliff, her stomach tightened and cooled considerably before she made an impact.
The table of the vendor collided roughly with her skull, sending white bolts of electricity through her, the pops and fizzles clouding her vision as she collapsed rather quickly to the ground. There was a ringing in her ears and a searing heat on the side of her, something she quickly identified to be blood. The noises came flooding back within seconds, pure and utter chaos having formed within mere moments. William found her crumpled frame without delay and helped her to her feet, careful to protect her as the fight progressed. Dazed and defenseless, Naelys found her voice after minutes of being trapped behind her guard, the cold armor speckled with crimson blood.
Her raised words fell upon deaf and angered ears as the fighting continued before forcibly being broken up by the city guards. Naelys felt relief wash over her as she was carefully escorted by William and the guards of Nireath, a steady hand always waiting to catch her in case she stumbled. But walking through the streets with blood-matted hair and a tattered dress was the least of her worries. Upon arriving at the castle, the furious and concerned expressions of her parents were the first she saw. Marak’s eyes were ablaze with anger as he stalked towards the group of royals and guards, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
“I should have your heads on spikes! How dare you be so foolish as to let harm befall my heir? Not to mention the other members of my kin who have been caught up in such a mess!” Hardened eyes threatened the guards of Nireath before making their rounds through those present. Naelys kept her head held high and narrowed her eyes at her father, not exactly pleased by the situation.
“Your Grace I am mostly unharmed. I would receive a worse injury in training than this. It is but a minor wound,” her words were calm and direct as if she were the only one trying to reign in their anger. “There is no reason to-”
“DO NOT tell your king there is no reason to worry. My heir and your successor could have been killed Naelys. Do not lecture me about diplomacy. I want ANSWERS!” The flared temper of King Marak never seemed to spare his children if they attempted to defuse the situation at all. A scoff left the princess as she turned her gaze from her father in favor of looking at the blood that ran down the clenched fingers of her guard, dripping onto the marble flooring below.
“Husband, do not blame our children for the mistakes that could have occurred at any time. Festivals such as this, are known to bring out extremists who are quite enamored with families such as ours.” Aerela’s voice was cool and smooth as she placed a delicate yet scarred hand on her husband’s forearm, hoping to ease the grip he had on his sword. “Let the maesters tend to our daughter and we can have a calm discussion about what happened.”
Without delay, the princess was escorted to temporary chambers where she was cleaned up and questioned. The conversation made her head ache more than the pressing and prodding of the maesters as their skilled hands tended to her wounds. A thin needle and thread stitched her flesh together in her hairline, only two stitches, just to ensure that the deepest portion of the wound would remain closed for the evening. It stung and made her fingers twitch, but she did not complain, her eyes sharply focused on the tapestries near the bed. Gods, Nireath royalty was almost as gaudy as Araes’.
Footsteps receded down the halls, the echo of the chamber doors closing being the only clue that anyone had exited the room. She was allowed a moment to breathe, to recover from the shock of the day’s events, in the company of her guard. Quiet words were exchanged as bloodied fingers lightly touched, gentle and vulnerable expressions for only each other to take in. His name was spoken gently as she thanked him for assisting her and questioned if he was alright and unscathed. The heat of battle and conflict was not foreign to either of them, the stench of freshly spilled blood and lost lives often filled their lungs when they followed the call of war. Smoke and fire usually followed, a sense of exhilaration of life filling them to the brim before they overflowed into an embrace.
But fleeting touches and warm gazes were cut short by rapid knocks and a servant entering her chambers. Long blonde hair fluttered in the air as she walked, her curious gaze lingering on the distance between the princess and her guard. Naelys paid no attention to it and simply got out of her seat in order to get dressed. Without turning her head, she parted her lips to speak, the words coming out without hesitation. “Thank you Ser William, that will be all.” The man did not waste time in leaving, their cold gazes catching only for a second as she watched him leave from the corner of her eye. Red and gold were stripped from her body before neatly laid across the light teal covers of the bed, mud, and blood soiling the hem, harsh tears lingering on the garment.
“This is a gift from Princess Vysenya. She said you wanted to wear your house’s colors so this is what she provided for you this evening,” layers of gold glinted in the warm light of the sun and Naelys fought the urge to scrunch her face up in annoyance. There was far too much skin exposed for her liking but she didn’t protest it. Thin and quick fingers washed her body quickly, erasing any traces of dirt or blood from her scarred skin. There was a sense of hesitation as the damp cloth lingered above Naelys’ arms, almost unsure of how to approach the uneven expanse of flesh.
“It does not hurt. Do what you must to get me ready in time.” A quick nod and a small noise left the girl as she wiped the woman’s limbs down with ease, paying special attention to her fingernails. Once cleaned, the golden dress was placed upon her body, the corset tightly laced, leaving little room for her to breathe too deeply. “I suppose I won’t be dancing in this condition.” The remark was even and could’ve been taken as a joke, but the lack of amusement in her eyes left little room for interpretation. Smoothing out the material of the skirt, she seated herself for her hair to be fixed, a bored expression forming on her features as she looked out the window, wondering when the night was going to end.
The dance was far too noisy and far too bouncy. Naelys lifted a goblet of wine to her lips and allowed herself to sip on the liquid, clearly finding more amusement in nursing the alcohol than finding a partner to dance with. A few eligible bachelors found their way to her side, charming conversation falling flat as she made little effort to entertain them. The raging headache did not allow for many pleasantries. “Princess, you seem bored with this event, I am surprised! I thought that those from Rhaeclya often enjoyed our parties,” the man next to her had a large lopsided grin plastered on his face that made the woman almost scoff.
“Ser, you are thinking of my two siblings. They partake in your wine too greedily and often find themselves waking up next to a sow in a dirty stable.” Her voice was unamused as she pointed to her two siblings, one of which being Malaenys who seemed to be speaking with other royals and guards. “They are far more interested in indulging in your culture and nightlife than I. I also have quite a headache and do not wish to be disturbed by meaningless dances and stolen kisses upon my hand.” Turning her head, she allowed the bruised skin to be visible to the man, causing an awkward puff and chuckle to escape him.
“You know, Your Grace, if you keep acting so hard to please, I may find that to be a challenge worth pursuing.”
Tags: Open | Location: Lapis Palace | Wearing: 01 02 03
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