Realistic or Modern The Politics Of Ruling

[Nat]

The sea had been calm for the last couple of days, leaving the sea calm for the princesses, the princes, the nobles. For all those who had been sailing to the isle of Corile.

An isle which held few buildings, except for one major castle. A castle large enough to house more than just 24 young men and women.

Of course, there were little farms around everywhere, ready to provide the youth with what they needed.

Farmers, fishers, maids. They had been hired in the main kingdoms Fiyer, Alia, Wicerillian and Birocoac.

But the castle stood there by the coast, with sand and sea meeting, carriages for them all to find a seat in, to be driven to the castle, with towers reaching for the sky.

Each corner meant for each their kingdom. The north-west corner for the Fiyerians, the south-west for the Alians. The north-east for the Wicerillians, and the last, in the southern east for those from Birocoac.

Each room had a name on the door. With the name of the one who would reside there. the girls on the right side, and the boys on the left side. One would after all not wish for the genders to mix. Well... Not right away anyway.

Each room had a little touch of the one who would reside there. Like paintings of the young princess Katalin for her, and with swords on the walls of Princess Elwen's room.

For little things like that were made ready for each and everyone.

A large bed with more than enough room for two, a large dresser, a desk, and a little seating area was in each room, and each room had a bathroom connected to it, so none would need to wait in line to use the bathroom in the morning.

But yet this was where the youth was to spend some time. With teachers around to teach them manners, though they all resided in other homes. Most of them in a little house that was a small ride away, but far enough away to leave the young adults alone, leave them to take care of themself. For what else would one do? Watch over them all the time? No, they would not learn anything from them. Nothing would be taught by such.

Instead, the only ones who would be around would be the maids, silent as a shadow, and the kitchen help, making tasteful dinners for them, inspired by different kingdoms every day.

Yet all they had been told by then, was that they were being sent off to be taught of the customs of each others kingdoms, to learn how to work together, and last, but not least, they would learn of some whom a counsil had found they would be a good match with. But why was this? Well, most would say it was for the case of the royals. To keep the blood fresh, to help strenghten the bond between the kingdoms. For heavens knew some would need it.

Yet there 4 ships set to land, and youths, royals and nobles alike left the ships from their kingdoms, with carriages ready.

One for each family.

For the youth who had arrived so far. And when the next ones were ready, late as they were, they too would be picked up the same way.

Yet the biggest suprise was yet to come for them all. For the only thing they were given a message off in their rooms, was to meet in the ballroom at 7 pm. Just an hour after their arrival.

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The morning had arrived far too early for Katalins sake, the young princess having had to say goodbye to her precious foxes, or children as she liked to call them. Each one had been given a kiss on the head, as they had all been allowed to sleep in her bed with her, until her maids had woken her up to have her move from her bedroom, the sweet and warm room of the castle, and to a ship, where her brother too would spend the next hours it took to sail to that island they were being sent to.


Where she was not even allowed to bring her children. Her sweet little Alierre even had to be left behind! How was she to survive all the time apart from her sweethearts? Would her maids take proper care of them?


Even her parents had recieved their commands. The little blonde foxes were to be cuddled and played with daily, to be put in their leashes and taken out for a long walk at least once a day. They could even be brought along to meetings with other nobles! As long as they recieved all the social attention they needed.


But there she was, standing by the front of the ship, staring at the island that was coming towards them, and even if she had spent some hours asleep in one of the bedrooms under the deck, she looked like a princess was meant to. The blonde hair up in a bun, a corset pulled thight around her waist, and the in white having her look as if her hips were larger than they were.


But that was how she liked it. She liked looking like pure precious gold.


She liked the attention her outfits gave her. Even when it involved her chest being pushed up and forward in the corset, much to the lack of enjoyment of her parents.


The most of the trip on the sea she had avoided her brothr though. She had been mourning the lack of children. Well, of her chiildren. The lack of those golden angels with their sharp teeth. Those wonderful little pups who could have anyone smile.


In the carriage she had no choice though, other than to be with her brother.


"If a single one of my children gets harmed in any way Allen, heads will roll when I return home." She spoke sincerly. Her babies, her brother, and her own looks was more or less all she genuinely cared about. All else was just a play for the audience.



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[Otter Box]

Allen Maelwood

Prince of Fiyer, Heir to the Crown

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Despite the fact that he was content with the cards being given to him by life, and had been from day one, and that he never had a problem more distressing than the emotional equivalent of an itch on his back, Allen Maelwood was able to roll his shoulders and hear a sharp po-pop sound as some of the bones settled back the way they were supposed to be. He gave a groan that was not close to one of pain, although he did feel a slight sting as some of the knots in his muscles reacted to his movement. He now understood what was meant when his mother tenderly massaged his father's back and complained about his "knots", but Allen had never been so upset with something that he actually experienced the same physical pain as his father. He attributed his own knots to the fact that he had to help get some of their bags into the carriage, an action completely unrequired of him but something he insisted on when he recognized how much the young valet had to handle. He was carrying Katalin's to the carriage bags after all, and goodness did she pack. His bags, in comparison, might as well have been stuffed full of feathers.


After relieving himself of his pain Allen sat back in a slouch completely unsuited to his status. The heir to a crown, he was often told, was in no position to be lounging around the way that Allen did. Even when walking his back took on the slightest of slouches only detectable through aristocratic eyes and the corners of his lips seemed eternally quirked into a light hearted smile, even in the face of the most serious moments. He widened this smile as he regarded his sister, flashing her one with no teeth, dimples, and no sense that he was going to mock her despite his disposition. "Who would want to go out of their way to hurt a couple of animals?" He asked, while simultaneously wondering if she had any enemies in the kingdom. It was entirely possible, what with all Fiyer the women who wished to be her. Especially if they saw her now. Both siblings cleaned up wonderfully when they were told to (which took more convincing on the brother's end than the sister's. Why worry about how you look? If the universe made him handsome, he'd end up that way no matter what, and he was certain he was). "Besides," He leaned in and nudged his sister lightly in the forearm with his elbow. "You wouldn't want to get yourself all messy with someone else's blood would you? That would mean a busy clean up...though you do look nice in red."


He, personally, was excited for the upcoming experience. There was something inherently different about people from other kingdoms than the races when mixed with the Fiyer lifestyle. It was more genuine with other people, and the mere thought that he'd get to sit in on a melting pot of them all excited him to no end. All the moral values, religions, and world views in one place. He'd live there forever if given the choice, and they hadn't even arrived yet. Had he been someone else he might have grown impatient, but good things come to those who wait and he was content with doing just that for now. Besides, Katalin had avoided him the whole day until now. He didn't necessarily want to spend more time with her, but he didn't want to be avoided either.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Elwen Rathem


Princess of Alia


She puffed and blew one of the copper red strands out of her face. The movement on her right made her turn lightly on her feet and she swung her favourite weapon, the scythe, towards the innocent maid. The sharp blade halted just an inch away from the bare neck, as she never had the intention to hurt anyone, especially not someone who had no purpose within the battle ring. “Oh princess Elwen, how... how do I clean you up now?” The maid asked, more in distress about the mess in front of her, than then the blade that could have cut her head off with much ease. Elwen rolled her eyes as she pulled back the weapon holding it loosely in her hand as she shrugged. Looks were something she couldn’t care less about, yet that didn’t mean she was unattractive. Not at all, she had been told even the women in Fiyer could be envious of her natural beauty. “I am sorry, Meri, but you didn’t really believe I would sit around waiting for another hour?” She spoke with a smile, though somewhere she did feel guilty for ruining the hard work of the maid. She knew her parents wouldn’t be mad at the maid however as her stormy and impatient behaviour was well known. As the two women walked out of the training ring, a servant came near and Elwen kissed the cold scythe before giving it off. “Take care of her, if I find the smallest scratch on it on my return... I will make sure not to hold back like I did seconds ago” She warned as the servant quickly nodded, knowing that the princess made no joke about that. She might seem like a beautiful innocent young woman, nothing was less true. She knew more ways to defend herself than most men from other kingdoms and hardly ever was she without a weapon.


Maids ran off when Meri gave her order to them, probably in order to attempt to redo what had been done an hour ago. Only the time span they would have now was a few minutes, while they originally worked on her for two hours or something like that. She had no idea how long they had been busy with combing, brushing, curling her hair, giving her a manicure and pedicure and what not all. The princess had intended on waiting in her room until her brother would pick her up, yet she got bored of it after she had tried all the dances she knew. Dancing without music and with no partner to lead was really stupid. The maids could have been lucky enough she had changed her clothes, for otherwise the lovely dress would now have been ruined. “This one holds the dress, your mother would really like it if you would were than when being introduced to the rest of the royalties and nobles” Meri spoke, though she knew her words could have been directed at a wall for it would have the same effect. Elwen just nodded as the smallest suitcase was loaded into the carriage that would take her to the dock. The thought of being on a ship scared her as much as it excited her. She had never been on a ship so she was curious, yet she liked the vast ground under her feet and she had heard the stories of sickness on board. Her thoughts were disturbed as she felt hands softly pulling her copper red hair that curled naturally at the end. One of the maids sighed, clearly defeated by how quickly her lovely work had been destroyed. Another pair of woman hand took her hands, checking the nails, which had survived the unexpected last minute training. It was thanks to these women that she looked perfect again in just mere minutes. It made the princess shake her head a bit for why they could have not done it that quickly the first time. The maids stepped away as her parents came down to say goodbye, wish her a good trip and good luck. It was a short goodbye since Alian people didn’t spend much time on their emotions.


Princess Elwen Rathem from Alia quickly found out that a ship would never be her favourite way of transport. She looked out over the deck towards the land behind her that kept getting smaller and smaller until there were only waves around her. The captain of the ship had promised her the journey would not be long and Elwen just took his word for it as she secluded herself within her room below deck. There the young princess was doomed to find something else to pass her time, since fighting on deck or in this small room was simply impossible. She sat down on the bed and took off her boots, before letting herself fall backwards. It wasn’t the comfort she had at home, but it was good enough for her. She had never been someone to set high standards, unless it came to fighting and battle trainings. Her grey green eyes fluttered close as she learned another thing about the transport over sea, it could rock someone gently into sleep. It were the sounds of suddenly very active feet that woke her together with the shouts that of the ship’s crew that they should prepare to dock. The girl sat back up again, smiling as the captain had been true to his word or that was just because she had fallen asleep. As she stood she pulled her thick leather corset straight, which in no way was meant to be flattering, yet somehow did accent her small waist. She pulled on her boots again, strapping them over the light leather of her pants, before walking over to the mirror. Yes, she wore pants, something that was not uncommon in Alia, though she knew it was probably frowned upon by women from the other Kingdoms. She smiled to her mirror image as that was probably one of her mother’s secret intentions by sending her here to make the girl more aware of her femininity. She quickly checked her hair, which luckily was still the same as the maids had prepared it in those stressed seconds before departure.


Her feet almost soundlessly took her back to the deck where she looked forward to the island and having vast solid ground underneath her feet again. The sea had certainly not stolen her heart at once, but who knows what could happen when being sailed back? She breathed in the fresh air of the island as she made her way of the ship as soon as she was told they could leave the ship. She wanted to take her own baggage, or at least part of it, but was ushered away towards the carriage. Her maids certainly had gone out of their minds this time by packing twice, if not trice, as much as she would have taken with her herself. She just hoped that Meri had listened to her secret requests and hid at least some daggers or other weapons within the contents. If the maid had not, she would still have her whip that was attached to her belt on her left hip. She smiled softly to herself as she sat down in the carriage, playing with the braided leather of her second favourite weapon. She was pretty sure that Meri had not missed that little detail, but deliberately had acted as if she had not noticed until the Queen pointed it out when her daughter was already on the ship. She would certainly miss her head maid, that was like a sister or a best friend to her. She moved away the curtains watching out of the window to see how far the crew was with loading up her bags and if her brother would join her any time soon.

 

[Cross]

Alistair Grey--Nobleman of Alia


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A young man dressed in black leaned over the upstairs banister. It was his best outfit. All his outfits were his best outfit. Alistair Grey watched the servants readying his luggage. His mother supervised. Alistair had narrowly escaped running into her and suffering another lecture on the proper kind of girl to acquaint himself with. As if she weren't only interested in three things: money, politics, and power. The eighteen year old slumped and folded his arms, he dropped his head onto his sleeve. Alia was full or women, they were half the population in fact. Alistair questioned the reasoning behind sending him to Corile. Sending him to mingle with nobles from other countries. Fiyer, Wicerillian and Birocoac; places and cultures he could barely grasp.


A older servant greeted Alistair at the door. He beamed at him like a parent about to send his son off to battle. "Good luck Master Grey." Donnaven said in that squeaky voice as if ageing had worn out his vocal cords. He meant well though. The man treated him with a grandfatherly dignity. "Love isn't as overrated as you think it is. Just wait until you meet someone, that right person." Donnaven brought his overcoat to him and held it out for Alistair to slip into.


It wasn't necessarily. Alistair was Alian and he could dress himself. But if Donnaven wanted to have a part in sending him off, Alistair would let him. "Romance is the last reason my parents are sending me away." Alistair shook out his coat and tried to get comfortable in it. He supposed he looked his part now; the proper lordling. Or close enough. There was nothing his parents or their advisers could offer or threaten to make him cut his hair to a respectable length.


The chiming of gongs drew his attention. His mother calling him downstairs. Alistair parted from Donnaven broadcasting his usual smile. The man returned the gesture, but with a forehead sporting considerably more worry lines. At the foot of the winding staircase, Alistair's parents waited for him. It took a moment for him to recover from the shock of seeing them together--and side by side. Alistair muted his steps at the mid-center of the staircase. Nether of them projected more than expressions of voidness.


"The carriage is waiting." His mother said in a strained voice as if she expected another argument from someone today. She was born in Fiyer and still, decades later, clung to superficial finery. Dressed in the latest fashions and gowns. Alistair's father watched him sharp-eyed and frowning. He hadn't expressed excepting anything from his son other than grandchildren. Side by side they looked like quite the mismatched pair. Like butterfly silk and and a war ax. It wasn't all that surprising their marriage hadn't worked out in every way but name.


His mother strode forward and swept her delicate hand over his head. She hugged him. Alistair tried not to worm away from the unexpected touch. Her occasional, impulsive displays of affection were far and few in between. Afterward, her frigid blue gaze waited to be acknowledged. "I know you inherited some of my brain Alistair. Be sure to use it." She stroked his cheek for a moment and then pushed him toward the door. "Farewell dear."


Alistair stalled as long as possible before striding toward the carriage. If his father sent any sort of farewell, he never heard.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Felix Wexnamir


Count of Wicerillian


Hazel eyes moved from left to right as they followed the sentences on the pages before him. Felix Wexnamir was lying on his bed holding a book above his head, which was almost a natural state for the young male to be in. He turned a page as several persons were rushing through his room to pack the latest stuff all under his watchfull eye, or at least that had been the idea. However as soon as he had noticed the book on his nightstand he had picked it up and read on where he had left off several minutes before. He wasn't particularly excited or interested in the travel that was ahead or the things that would happen afterwards. For the last few years he had helped his parents with the wineyard, promoting their wines through the Kingdoms and its cities, introducing their wines at parties and balls. It was a live that didn't suit him really, he rather just lay in bed with a good book, like he was doing now, than going out and meeting new people. It seemed quite contradicting, since he liked to travel in the books, but in real life, let's just say he wasn't that good with people. He hardly found anyone with the same interests and he was by far not interested in the dancing and the laughing and the drinking. He found that all a waste of time, time that could be spend getting lost in some fantasy world or in a tragic story.


"Young Lord Wexnamir, we are done" A timid voice suddenly called him back from the dream land he had entered. The man that was adressed to blink shortly with his eyes as he closed the book after quickly checking the page number. He disliked the harsh rule of his father, but he didn't dare to speak up against it. Besides he didn't know any better and neither did the staff, so for what reason should he go against his father. He got up from the bed, not thanking any of the servants as that was not expected from him. They followed him with the heavy cases, which were mostly filled with books probably, as he left the room and went down the stairs. The carriage was already in front of the house and his father by the door, not particulary looking happy or mad about anything. The stoic face showed no trail of any emotion as he simply observed his son. The frail woman by his side only seemed tired and wornout. As the boy had reached the bottom of the stairs he came to a stop, the staff rushing past him to load his stuff into the carriage. "Father, Mother, I shall be going than" The young male stated as some form of saying goodbye. His parents had been traveling all their lives, so the family was used to saying goodbyes. This was however the first time he would be the one leaving the house and not directly for business matters. His mother took him softly in her arms for a moment, her hand striking over through the brown hair lovingly. They may come off as a cold family at times, but they shared deep bounds for each other. No words were needed for their goodbyes as another golden rule of his father was to never jinx faith before going on a long travel, and a long travel it would be. "Make sure to make some good connections, son. Don't forget sweet ciders of Fiyer, heavy blood red for Alia, soft whites for Birocoac and lovely rose for our own people" His father spoke with his bass voice as he shook the hand of his son. Felix only nodded, not even surprised that his father was thinking about which wines he should present to the different people instead of the fact that his son, his only son, was going away for a real long time.


The travel itself might be long in its distant and time, the young count didn't recall much of it. As they docked at the island he had just finished his book and packed it away in one of the smaller cases. He took out a book of which the leather wore off its back, indicating itself as being one of the favourite books of the male. He knew it by heart already and yet he enjoyed reading it every time again. He held it in his hand as he moved from the ship, again letting his cases to be carried by the servants. He was not made for heavy lifting, not that he was a twig, but he wasn't exactly what would be called muscular. Once as he secluded himself in the carriage, waiting to for it to take him to the place where he would spend the upcoming days, weeks and even months. As soon as he had made himself comfortable, he opened the book on his lap and let himself be lost in the words.

 

[Nat]

Princess katalina Maelwood of Fiyer

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"I would easily walk through blood if it meant it was the blood of those who harmed my children, or those who harm animals in general" The young blonde girl looked out the window of the carriage, watching the road and the trees as they moved towards the castle where they were to live. a new experience really. Nothing wrong with such things, as long as they carried something good with them. Though she doubted this would be within her taste. Would they get the beauty products they wished? Would they get to escape the horrible looking people if they so wished?


Her blue eyes looked over to her brother again. That boy was almost too kind for his own good sometimes. He was a royal, not a peasant. He shouldn't be carrying his own luggage, gaining problems thanks to the heavy weights.


"Why do we need to do this?" Her gentle voice asked, though it was not a sincere question as she saw the stone castle come closer and closer. This wasn't home. this was just something they had to do for their parents, or something Allen would enjoy. To be gone from their parents for a while, being able to dress like he pleased, to be able to act like he wished.


"Allen, if you're struggling with your back, I can help you massage it when we arrive to the castle and we've found our rooms" If there was one person she cared for, it was her brother, but even he could recieve the bad end up of her at times. Especially when he refused to dress up like he was meant to.


The castle came closer to, and soon the carriage stopped before it. Even though others possibly jumped out of their carriages perhaps, she remained seated. She did not in any way look forward to this. A deep breath was taken, and the door opened, and a kind smile was given to her brother. "I will try to not miss my children too much, but I make no promises"

Nathaniel Haelvin

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"Nathanieeeeel!" the voice of a young girl sounded, and then she was revealed, walkin into the room where her older brother sat. Where Nathaniel sat, a map put in front of him. His almost black hair was cut short, and his skin had a golden tan. Well, the skin that one could see at least.


He wore a pair of grey trousers, white socks and black leather shoes that sat thight to his feet. For him, it was formal. The white shirt with a grey vest above it. Really, it wasn't how he usually dressed, but he knew he was meant to travel, and meet others his age, perhaps a little older, and a little younger. He had even heard rumors of the royal children of all the four kingdoms going to be there. So he had to look good. Had to have his tan skin covered with a white shirt even.


After saying his goodbyes to his sister and his parents, he walked onto the ship, after everyone else had. He simply did not want to disturb anyone, nor did he feel particularly like speaking to any of the other royals or nobles. Which was why he remained in the distance through the hours it took to sail. Even though others had found rooms under deck to remain, he had stayed on the deck, talking with the crew.


Talking about how it was to take a ship out for wars, and the alike. Every new thing he could learn to use for war was of advantage.


Though, when the ship was let to land, he was rather quickly off it, having taken his luggage to the carriage waiting for him, himself. He was strong enough to do so, and he prefered to do so. It was better if the valets could focus on what the princess and the other noble required.


That, and he could see that the other ships that had arrived at approxemately the same time, carried much more luggage than what he had.


Two large suitcases with clothes, and some books. Everything else he had assument would be in the castle where they would live.


When it stopped, just behind the carriag of the Fiyer Prince and Princess, he was quick with leaving the carriage, his suitcases in hand, and walked into the castle. He watched the walls that were filled with pictures of earlier kings and queens from the 4 kingdoms, and with the royal families of now. He walked through the hallways, hoping to head the right direction. Which luckily he did. A hall for the Alians he found, and soon he found his room, where his name had been written on a small frame outside of the door. ¨


Indoors the walls were rather plain, but there was maps put up on them, and on the nighttable there was a mug of water and a glass. The luggage was put down just by the door, and he started to explore the room.


A letter was adressed to him, and he opened it.

Nathaniel Haelvin


your presence is required in the ballroom at exactly 7 pm.


An evening meal and drinks will be served here


An announcement regarding your, and everyone elses stay here will be made





Well met.



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No names or anything had been written on there, but he shrugged it off. He could wait. For now he would just put his clothes up in the wardrobe.

 

[Otter Box]

Viktor Deenith

Prince Viktor of Birocoac

“Do have a good ride, Sir and Madam. The people of Birocoac patiently await your return.” A servant gave the siblings a nod as a kind farewell, though Viktor knew those were all little courtesies. It was of no importance to the man if he and his sister Auriel were back soon and he wouldn’t waste his time missing either of them. Though perhaps not seeing Auriel’s nice face around would make the castle just a tad less forgiving, there were always the parents for the serving man to worry about and the Queen was just as radiant as her daughter.

This farewell was said a long time ago, but Viktor had been fuming over it the entire ride long. Now they were nearly at the castle and he was boiling over with frustration, but it was not because of the man’s empty-hearted farewell. It was because he’d gotten into a little discussion with the other on the current event being discussed back home over the growing of seaweed. Viktor massaged his temples as he looked out the window. The view was marvelous, but all he was seeing was red hot regret. In the moment he stiffened and nodded politely at all of the man’s points, shrugged at those he vehemently disagreed with and sniffed when the other man spewed a statistic that was incorrect or from a source that was far from reputable. Only now was response over response piling up in Viktor’s head and he wished more than anything that they could turn around and finish the conversation. He could stare at the man’s shoes to help him get all of the words out! Yes, that might have helped…though volume control would be the only other problem he’d have to remedy.

All of these “what ifs” discomforted him to the point where he was blushing fiercely. Without warning he turned to Auriel. “Can you believe he doesn’t support the industrialization of seaweed?!” He exclaimed—though he had a feeling she could. “This could mean wonders for the economic future of Birocoac, being that we’re the only people to expect such a delicacy from. Who else will we be getting seaweed from? The Wicerillians? I highly doubt it. And besides, once posed as a delicacy it will be up to specialized workers to mass produce it, and just imagine how many of our people will then have jobs? Netanay be good, the unemployment rates will drop lower than it’s been in years! He’s in favor of keeping it within our borders for ourselves. But how has keeping true to our tradition of isolation helped us? Seaweed will become some sort of tourist attraction, and what then? Yes the Fiyer tourists will pay for a genuine experience in Birocoac, but the money from one area can’t amount to the money from every kingdom! Tradition be damned.” He swatted the air with his last though and sat back in his chair to cross his arms, thoroughly satisfied and yet still mad at himself. How hard was it to say all that? Why did he always have to run to his sister to rant when he was feeling upset?

He was too pissed off to remember that he initially wanted to stay home. He hated being with other people and he’d received enough training to be the next King when he was young. It hadn’t worked, so he was hoping that all the focus would transfer over to Auriel. And now this? He exhaled deeply and shifted his gaze back to the window. “Sorry about that…I was just upset. How have you been this whole trip?” He asked. He was always embarrassed when talking about himself or taking up attention for too long.​

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Elwen Rathem, princess of Alia


The young princess sighed as the carriage set in motion and watched the landscape go by. She much rather just rode herself, on her stallion Hämärys. A soft smile appeared on her face as she thought about the horse. She wasn’t worried that anything would happen to him, since the stable boys wouldn’t dare to come close to him. That was also the reason she had let him out in their lands, the animal knew how to take care of himself and would at least be able to get enough exercise. She stared at the empty carriage ahead of her, where her brother should have filled the space. Apparently the business he had been in charge off, had taken more time than the royal family originally had thought. She gotten up the moment the carriage had gotten to a stop and made her way over to the huge castle. It was weird being her all alone, since she had not travelled much outside the kingdom and certainly not all by herself. She had expected her brother to be by her side, but he was not. Not that she needed a male to keep her save, but it would have been nice to have at least one familiar face around. She only knew the nobles of her kingdom vaguely, let alone those of other Kingdoms.


With her head up high she walked towards the wing that was designated for the people from Alia. Her grey green eyes moved over the several name plates, but nothing really sparked a memory as she finally found her own. A big grin grew on her face as she noticed the swords at the wall and before the door behind her had fallen shut, one of them lay in her hand. They were of course not sharp, but none the less lay good in the hand as she weighted the weapon. She turned as her luggage was brought in, quickly lowering the weapon when she noticed the shocked faces. "I am sorry" She muttered softly, a bit embarrassed. Of course, they were not used to random weapon drawing here and slowly she placed the sword back against the wall. Without a words she made her way over to her bed and just as she wanted to sit down, she noticed the letter on the vanity. Curiously she moved forward and opened it since it was addressed to her.


Elwen Rathem


your presence is required in the ballroom at exactly 7 pm.


An evening meal and drinks will be served here


An announcement regarding your, and everyone elses stay here will be made


Well met.


Her gaze had moved quickly over the words, but only really taking in the time and place. One hour from now and one of her favourite rooms, the ball room. She looked at herself in the mirror, debating mentally with herself about how to present herself. “Let’s make those Fiyer women envious” She finally decided out loud. In matter of seconds she was standing in the room in dressed with nothing more than undergarments. She walked over to her luggage that was left behind by the door, not caring to unpack them as she took the smallest of them. The one Meri had added last minute to the pile. She opened it and took out the royal blue silk and satin corset dress. As an Alian woman she had learned to dress herself even in the tight fitted corset, yet it sure was a lot easier when the maids did it. She held her breath as she stepped into the dress, pulling the strings to make the fabric hug her body tightly. The bit of breast she had made themselves aware now as they were pushed up more than underneath her battle corset. She slipped into the high heels which accompanied the dress. She settled herself down behind the vanity, taking the makeup to her hand.


Felix Wexnamir, count of Wicerillian


The male didn’t look up from the pages he was reading, even if he had read them a million times before. It wasn’t until someone knocked on the carriage door and slowly opened it, that Felix had noticed they had arrived. He muttered some words of excuse as he exited the carriage and looked up towards the castle. However the building could not hold his attention for long as the hazel eyes moved back to the pages. Not stopping for a moment with his reading he walked blindly forward, yet not colliding with any of the walls or persons. Every now and then he seemed to look up a bit confused until he had found the Wicerillian wing. His eyes searched for the not so small frame with his full name on it. He rolled his eyes as he opened and closed the door. Ironical enough now that he was paying attention to his surroundings he almost fell over the suitcases next to the door.


Only more books could pull his attention from a book he was reading and he was not lying if he said he had the feeling he was stepping into a dream. A smile came to his face as his eyes went over the several bookcases that decorated his otherwise simple room. His eyes read the several back of them as he continued his way in. He reached out, touching some, while pulling others out and placing them back again. He simply admired them with the respect that normal men would use to look and admire women. Such things were however not on the mind of the young count as he moved from one book to another, all until he had found one of his liking. He took the leather bound book with him to his bed, again not spending a bit of attention for his surrounding as he let himself fall backwards with his head in the pillows. The sound of paper crumbling made him sit up again in shock as if he was afraid to have hurt something. He frowned as he saw the little note that was addressed to him.


Felix Maximus Nicodemo Wexnamir of Wicerillian


your presence is required in the ballroom at exactly 7 pm.


An evening meal and drinks will be served here


An announcement regarding your, and everyone elses stay here will be made


Well met.


Again his full name was used, which made him frown deeper as he disliked that usage. It made it seem as if he was more than just a simple man. Of course he was a count, but still that was all there was. He just enjoyed reading and could appreciate a nice wine, nothing more nothing less. 7 pm. That meant he had still a bit less than an hour left. He looked at the book in his hand and lay the little note aside. "Don't forget the time this time" He said to himself, though he knew the words were useless as he would forget the time anyway. He moved back into one of his favourite positions as his hazel gaze moved over the pages once again.


Tehuri Blackmore, baroness of Birocoac


An emerald green gaze watched out over the ever changing waves as she stood on deck of the ships. A smile had touched her face as some dolphins had made themselves visible and did tricks in the waves the ship caused. Tehuri Blackmore closed her eyes for a moment as the wind blew through her hair, moving the black curls wildly around her pale face and she could almost hear her mother sigh. No matter what you do, at least be pretty and perfect. That was what the woman had told her, before she was allowed on the ship. That had always been her mother’s biggest concern that her daughter was not pretty enough. She had been spoiled with the most expensive dresses and jewellery and showered with attention for her hair and makeup. All what her father deemed to be unnecessary. It was far more important for his girl to know how to wield a ship, something that was not possible in the fragile dresses her mother put her in. Let Netenay guide you, not only your ship, but also your journey. She had no idea what to think of those words, but she didn’t care at this very moment. The young baroness would just enjoy herself, for as far possible, without the interruption from her mother and the disappointment from her father, who rather wanted a son.


She felt excitement fill her heart as they reached the shore of the island that was their destiny for the time being. She took two cases of her luggage, the once she had packed herself, the other were brought on shore by the crew and servants. Those were the ones her mother had packed in a way only Fiyer women could pack. Still she loved both of her parents, even when they tore her apart as she never seemed to be good enough for either of them. She took a deep breath of the salty sea air as from now on she didn’t want to think about them. This trip was for her and her enjoyment only. She sat down carefully in the carriage, making sure her dark red corset dress would not fold or get stuck between the door. Her eyes kept looking at the sea for as long as she could, until her attention was called by the huge castle that would be her home, not only hers ofcourse, but that didn’t matter. Holding her head up high she moved out of the carriage and on towards the castle. She didn’t spend much time admiring the beautiful paintings and other art work as she walked to the wing that had been designated for her and the other people of her kingdom.


Once inside her room she immediately walked over to the windows and almost let a sigh out of relief as she noticed the blue and green tones of the sea. Almost her whole life she had spend next to or on the sea, so being far away from it felt very unnatural for her. She was happy she could at least look at the waves from her room. She opened the window to make sure the salty air could come in as well as the sea noises, while inspecting her room a bit better. The coastal maps were pinned against the wall and other devices that were used at sea decorated the stone. Her attention was however immediately draw to a little letter than stood on her vanity and curiously she tore it open. Right now she wasn’t in her most subtle mood as she let the envelope fall to the ground.


Tehuri Blackmore


your presence is required in the ballroom at exactly 7 pm.


An evening meal and drinks will be served here


An announcement regarding your, and everyone elses stay here will be made


Well met.


She clapped her hands in excitement as she looked forward meeting all the new nobles and of course the young royalties, of not only her Kingdom but the others as well. "Let's be perfect and wild" She whispered as she sat down behind her vanity mirrors. She picked up a brush and started going through her now slightly tangled curls until they were smooth and shiny again. After that she continued on redoing her makeup, taking her time to perfect the catlike look of her eyes. After all she had still an hour left, before she was expected.

 

[Otter Box]

Allen Maelwood

Prince of Fiyer, Heir to the Crown
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For a brief second Allen let his normally relaxed state of mind be a little disturbed by the idea of his sister treading through the flesh and blood of her enemies. He could imagine it quite realistically really, solely because of the temper he knew Katalin to have, and was relaxed once again when he imagined it as a scene in an epic tale. The wind would blow through her hair as the vanquished lay strewn about her feet. The sky would be a light grey—cloudy enough to mirror her emotions for the listeners. In her arms she would be cradling lumps of matted fur and blood that needed no name. Everyone would know who they were when she dropped to her knees, tears streaming down a dirty face that still managed to cling to her beauty, and shook a fist upwards at the sky. “Alieeeeeeeeerrrre! My BABIEEES!”


He chuckled to himself in the silence between his sister’s remarks.


Allen shrugged in response to Katalin’s question, which he assumed was rhetorical. She’d probably been asking their parents variations of that since things started out. “Who knows, sis. The universe has a weird way of working. The way I see it though, you could do well spending time around actual people. Not your furry little ones.” He said. Whether it was the fact that Katalin could stand him, that he knew how to tread lightly around her, or that he let her anger go over his head that allowed for this he didn't know, but he wasn’t afraid to tell her the truth. And the truth was that someone as gorgeous as her on the outside needed a gorgeous inside. “And no need for that…unless of course we’re allowed to go to sleep.” Something like a massage would really help him go take a nap. He was prone to a good deal of those and his hair seemed to be in a constant state of bedhead.


Once they made it to the castle he gave his sister a friendly pat on the shoulder and wiped an invisible tear from his eye as he feigned tearful pride. “I’m so proud of you.” He informed her and step out. He and the chauffer exchanged stiff bows and thanks muttered under their breath and he looked up at the grand display of architecture ahead of them. They were informed that their bags would be taken up after them (because they had so many) and that they were free to go in and look for their rooms. “Take a look at this beauty…” Allen muttered. “isn’t that the most gorgeous castle you ever saw?” he spoke with so much awe in his voice that he might as well have been in love. Moments like this were not uncommon. He was very easily impressed.


After a good deal of admiration he made his way inside, walking alongside his sister until they had to break off. “I’ll see you later.” He said warmly, in no way nervous to go off on his own. He was actually excited now that he was in the castle more than he imagined he would have been before. He wondered how many friends he would be able to make in a place like this. Much to his dismay he didn’t find any friends just yet. What he did find, however, was a bedroom with an exceptionally large bed and many fluffy pillows. He grinned widely and immediately went to bed.


On top of a letter letting him know he was invited to a dinner.

 

[DemonicFairytale]

Raven Nox, Count of Fiyer


The strings of the violin danced gracefully under the fingertips of his left hand as his right gently commanded them to sing a loving melody to the waves of the sea. His eyes were closed as a soft smile lay among his lips, his long black hair carried by the wind from time to time while water splashed up from around the front side of the boat he was traveling on. The little salty drops couldn’t bother him the least, they made him only feel more alive as the words of his mother still rang in the back of his head like lyrics fitting the song of the violin perfectly.


“It is time for the brightness you bring with you to shine somewhere else, upon someone willingly enough to let her heart dance with yours” He had smiled at her words and nodded his head, planting a little kiss on her forehead before leaving off to the flower fields they owned to over think the request she made him while he had already given her his silent word that he would go.


His thoughts had been taking him to a trip down memory lane, where faces of young ladies he had met passed one by one but none every made it to his heart. It was not a matter of appearance, each and every one of them had been just as beautiful as the next but somehow all they were able to receive from him was a dance and a polite kiss on their hands while bowing his way out of their presence. And that had made people talking, about how he might have been waiting for the most beautiful young woman in ages to turn up at his door but that had never been the case even though none of the citizens believed his words. It made him felt misunderstood when he had been younger but his mother had always been there to comfort him, telling him how marrying the wrong woman for the wrong motives would make him an unhappy man. Maybe that was what he was looking for in the lovely lady to be by his side, the characteristics of his mother.


The sudden sounds of deck made him open his eyes, the movements of his hands coming to a stop as he felt how the boat softly bummed against something from the side which probably indicated the fact that they finally arrived. The trip had been 10 hours but thanks to his music some of those how flown by like it was nothing. Without saying too much words he stood up and handed his precious violin to a friendly looking lady whom was around the age of his mother, smiling gently at her which caused a blush to appear on her cheeks for a moment.


“Take good care of Felicia, please” he spoke softly to her before walking away from her presence, his eyes taking in the new surroundings as his feet took him off the boat and towards the carriage that would be his transport from now on. A sigh escaped his lips, it was a shame to leave a nature this beautiful behind for the small and rather dark surrounding of the wooded box he would have to manifest himself into. However, without complaining about it he took his place into the carriage and waited into his luggage was all placed carefully on the vehicle before taking off.

 

[Cross]

Alistair Grey--Nobleman of Alia

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Alistair left the ship and he lingered at the foot of the ramp to absorb the quiet landscape. It looked like all farmland and rich fields. A appreciative grin spread across his lips. But it curbed ironic too. Corile was nothing like Alia. It seemed a bit too foresty for his taste. Alistair stepped forward to where a carriage was waiting. A footman, in a tailored black uniform, opened the door for him. Alistair ducked inside. The carriage had several little compartments. His long fingers delved into each one of them. There was a painted box of something Fiyer-ish in one--either colored soap or full-formed candy--Alistair couldn't be sure which.


The ride to the blocky looking castle took less time than the trip across the ocean. Alistair could appreciate that at least. He drew his leg across his knee and watched through the window. The castle seemed abuzz with maids, servants, gardeners, all types. Alistair peered at the castle windows but couldn't glimpse any other nobles inside. He only had a rudimentary understanding of the guest list other than himself.


The princess of Alia, sure. And other royals of every kind and color. People he'd only heard about through rumor and servant gossip.


Alistair perused a hand through his black hair. His mother mentioned them all at some point, but she had a steadfast memory. Or maybe it was a spiteful, conniving aptitude that kept her going, he couldn't be sure. Some nobles had a inborn instinct for the political game. Which Alistair could appreciate. Unless that was all a person thought about all the time.


The driver let him out at the front. A handful of servants came to pack in his belongings. Alistair spent a moment peering up at the castle. The staff noticed his Alian accent immediately and processed anything he said at a glacial pace. Alistair slid a hand though his hair. It was funny to see the servants struggling to understand him--all but the handful of Alians who instantly picked up that he was tacking on a stronger accent to mess with them. Finally a Alian man offered to take him to his room.


They headed toward the south-western wing. The inside of the castle impressed Alistair more then the outside. He grinned at the tapestries and old paintings. They depicted familiar battle scenes and mythology. Alistair supposed the staff put more effort to make him feel at home than he gave them credit for.


Alistair discovered a dinner invitation on the bed with his name on it. He bounced onto the mattress and read over it. Alistair tuffed at the ceiling and undid the buttons on his wrist. He would finally get a glimpse of them then. The royals and ect. sharing the castle with him.