Realistic or Modern The Union of Forella and Scela

[Jess Buck]

Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler ​

Rosie woke up to the morning sun on her face, and her handmaiden gently shaking her awake. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and she sat up in bed.
"Good Morning Milady. I hope you slept well." the maid signed. Rosie nodded and looked around the room. These were not her usual surroundings. Her own room had stone walls and a large fireplace, with the colors of her country proudly hung around. This room was much more light and open, red and gold on full display. Forella; she frowned as she recalled the night before when she arrived at this blasted castle. Servants were everywhere, whispering about Rosie and her family. Eyeing her personal guard and spymaster. Rosie signed and stood out of bed.
"Is my gown ready?" She asked "I had asked for the green one to be prepared." Her maid nodded and quickly brought over the dress to help Rosaline get ready. The Forellans were hosting a breakfast for both royal families. Rosie wasn't exactly looking forward to the occasion, seeing as she'd be expected to actually converse with the man whom she was betrothed. She hated the man, for no particular reason other than she was being forced to marry him. Come in think of it she didn't really even know him. All she knew was that his kingdom and her kingdom were enemies, and this union would end the conflict. But she hated that she had to be the solution. Couldn't Gabriel marry the younger Princess? I mean it wasn't as if Rosaline was the first in line to her throne. She was deep in thought, or more deep in her brooding when she was snapped back to reality by her maid's heavy hands tugging her hair. Rosie yelped and quickly signed a warning to the girl. She quickly finished Rosie's hair and stepped back with a bow of her head.
"My apologies Milady. I suppose I was deep in thought and was not properly paying attention." Rosie chuckled to herself.
"Yes...well that makes two of us." Rosie looked up to the clock on the wall and sighed. "Well I suppose we ought to get going. Is Gwynyffer outside?"
"I will go check Milady." The maid bowed again before scurrying off to find Lady Gwynyffer.

Rosie's mood lightened at the thought of her personal guard. Lady Gwynyffer McLeod. Rosaline was quite fond of the knight and as was the knight to her. Just before leaving for Forella, Rosaline had confessed a very personal secret to her most trusted guard, and in turn Gwynyffer shared one back. Rosie had been ecstatic at first, feeling for once in her life like she could truly be herself around someone. Soon though that happiness turned into fear. They were leaving to a foreign country, where no one knew of them or their...friendship... Could they still act the same way in Forella as they did in Scela? Would people question their friendship? So many questions ran through Rosie mind which turned her mood sour once more. She could already tell she was not going to like it here in Forella.

Queen Eleanor Grace Adler​

Eleanor had woken up early due to nerves and could not will herself back to sleep. So she decided to roam the castle that she would be staying in until her precious daughter was married to the Prince of Forella. From what she heard from her diplomats, the Prince was a man of few words. He enjoyed the arts, which Eleanor was grateful for. Perhaps Rosaline could find something in common with Prince Amir. Eleanor wandered for a great while until the sun rose over the mountain tops and brought night to day. It was then she realized how hopelessly lost she was. Which was not ideal considering she needed to get ready for breakfast with the Forellan Royal family. She cursed under her breath, as she tried to remember where she had come from. As she continued to wander, she tried asking a few servants for help as they did their morning chores, but none of them could speak the common tongue and they all just spoke in confused Forellan. "Well...I suppose I'm going to be late then..." She mumbled to herself as she continued to walk around aimlessly.


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[Nightblade]

Prince Gabriel Alexander Adler​

Gabriel woke feeling somewhat refreshed. Having a tendency for being a light sleeper, it often came about in situations he was not comfortable with. Stretching as his footman began dressing him, he noted grimly that being here was definitely a situation he was not comfortable with. He had work to do beyond socialising. He had to mingle with the Forellan Royal family. He would play the part to perfection of course but not before his eyes began to work out the webs of intrigue for the neighboring kingdom. If his sister was to make this her home, he would make sure she was well prepared. Deeming himself ready to be seen, he sent the footman to his fathers personal guard requesting to see him later in the day.

Gabriel's focus would be on his sisters future husband, as they were both heirs of their kingdoms. Gabriel would not attack or seek blackmail on the crown prince but a bit of information to keep his sister happy would be a good bonus. Strolling along the corridor, he noted how the servants bowed showing their respect for their possible future Queens family he was sure. As he walked he thought it a stroke of genius that two spy masters had joined them for the journey as their talents would definitely be needed.

Steffon Arianai
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Steffon was up since before dawn, standing guard over the kings rooms for a few hours before they were due to have breakfast. Steffon had noted that there were a few attractive Forellan men and wondered if he would have a chance to warm his bed during his visit. He mentally shrugged, more than likely he would be too busy for anything of the sort, but a quick swap in shifts would see that put to rights. The Queen had left the chambers some time ago after a conversation with the King, but the king himself had yet to emerge. Steffon would trail him like a shadow once he surfaced, he owed the monarchs that much. He had been spared by them in return for his service.

He wondered when he would see Armen. It was always a good time when they had a chance to spar. Both of them having unique fighting styles made their matches quite an event and Steffon, ever the show off would love to show these Forellans what they could do. Grinning to himself, he remained at his post for now.

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Jess Buck - Princess Rosaline/ Queen Eleanor
redroseknight - King Roderick

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Amren Galathius

“Dead?” What do you mean dead?” Amren growled, her fingers tightening on the hard, stone railing of the balcony.

The servant, Farel, shifted uncomfortably, handing Amren the report as she replied. “It looks like he was caught unaware. But also purposeful, and with skill. A clean cut from behind, his throat had been slashed open.” She replied formally, for she wasn’t just a servant here, in the palace of Forella, but one of Amren’s many secret agents.

Samuel has also been one of her agents, though his work was elsewhere, keeping an eye on both her father and Renè Durellion. Now he was dead. Amren read over Farel’s report and frowned.

“I want this investigated.” Amren said, not removing her eyes from the paper. “If we have a traitor in our mist, you know what to do. Make it clean if possible. If not, we have bigger problems.”

Indeed, everything she did was in the best interests of Rosaline and her kingdom, but she was back here, in this rotten, horrid Kingdom. Her nightmares were already surfacing. She’d woken in the middle of the night in sweats, her breathing wild and rapid from the nightmares. Now she had to watch her own enemies.

Farel nodded, her face stone serious. “Is there anything else?” They spoke quietly. Despite being on the balcony of Amren’s rooms, the walls of the palace had eyes and ears everywhere.

Amren stared off into the distance, her tone sharp and authoritive, holding her slight, pretty forellan accent she’d never be able to rid herself of. “Now that we’ve arrived, I need the others to start rooting out Forellan spies. Don’t make yourselves known. I want names and descriptions. Which spies are whose, especially the Queen’s” Amren clucked her tongue, remembering the woman when she spent her days as Rene’s bard, and had a different name and role in this court, her songs enchanting the court.

She hadn’t sang in a long time. But she remembered every face in the court. The Queen was not to be taken lightly.

Amren turned and walked back into her room, the sun just beginning to rise now, sending the dim, golden light through the open balcony doors, the white silk curtains lifting gently in the light breeze as she brushed by, Farel following close behind.

“I want you, personally, to watch our princeling, Amir.” Amren glanced back at Farel, “You have been a servant here for several years now. Nobody will question you if you switcha couple shift here and there, yes?” She questioned her agent, arching an eyebrow.

Farel nodded. Amren gave as close to a smile at possible, looking more close to a grim smirk as she dismissed Farel with a wave of her hand, leaving her alone in her quarters.

Glad for the silence, Amren strode to the vanity dresser pressed against the wall, studying herself in the mirror. Her mass of red-gold curls was no less wild and untame than it usually was, reminding many others of a lion when it came to her hair. Her silk, dark red nightgown gracefully flowed down to her ankles, though it didn’t hide the few battle scars on her sun-kissed arms, which didn’t bother her. She wore those like trophies.

Her back scars however—nobody had seen those. And she intended to keep it like that. She turned away from the mirror and lifted the nightdress over her head, shivering at the cool morning breeze against her bare skin, the mirror revealing a slender back, covered in long, flesh marring scars, though not for long, slipping into an otherwise simple, maroon dress that draped down to the floor, baring long sleeves and a hood with black embroidery, her torso laced up into a loose bodice that fit he curved nicely.

Once she had dressed in the most fanciest and beautiful dresses, and sometimes she found herself staring at a delicate ball gown encrusted with jewels, or some delicate and beautiful, but could not stand to dress up like a delicate princess when she was far from it these days. She was free, and belonged to nobody but herself.

Facing the vanity once more, Amren eyed the glass bottle that contained a light brown liquid, an empty glass set next to it. She picked up the bottle poured herself a glass of rum, before drinking deeply, savoring the bitter, foul taste that coated her tongue. She was no lightweight certainly, so getting drunk wasn’t an issue.

She’d have to be on high alert anyway.

But she’d need more than a few string drinks to get through this day. Amren glanced out toward the balcony and at the beautiful Forellan scenery, the sun coating the palace grounds in an array of beautiful colors, and she grimaced, before downing the rest of her drink.

She hated this place. ​

 

[erzulie]

Princess Castalia Marie Verdinelli

[IMG='width:325px;']https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/197531209847406592/517086244891525122/image0.jpg[/IMG]Her peaceful sleep was interrupted by the light peeking out from her curtains of her room. The decorative fabric attached to the king sized, canopy bed did nothing to block out the sun’s rays. Before her handmaids had entered Princess Castalia was awaken but she stayed in the bed until they arrived. Her had always began early. A warm bath was ran for the young princess while she was undressed. Usually she would have breakfast in bed but today was a special day. Her family would be acting as hosts for the Scela royals. Her parents were adamant they all would enjoy breakfast together. Castalia was looking forward to their first meeting, hopefully for the sake of their kingdoms everything went well.

Castalia looked over to one of her maids. “I’d like to wear my red dress for breakfast, the one with the gold embroidery.” She spoke. Once she was undressed Castalia went on to enjoy her bath. Having just woken up her mind was still a bit dazed from sleep. She lowered herself into the water more to wake herself up. Castalia stayed in the bath for a while, her mind occupied with thoughts of her brother’s up and coming marriage. Castalia would admit that she wasn’t to thrilled, but only because she wasn’t sure if she was willing to share her brother just yet. The princess knew that it was the best for the kingdom so she kept her feelings to herself. At least she would still have her sister, no matter how strained their relationship may be.

Once she was all clean Castalia left the bath and immediately began getting ready for the bad with the help of her maids. She was dressed in her lovely red gown and her hair was done up in a braided bun . Next came her accessories, the princess was adorned in gold jewelry in a display of her house pride. And lastly came her tiara. She looked in the mirror, taking a moment to admire her reflection in all of its glory.

 

[Cosmo]

Footsteps echoed down the stone halls as metal met cold stone, it was nice this time of day. Early in the morning when the nobs were still sleeping soundly and the servant scurried about like mice preparing the day ahead. The castle was almost peaceful, it held a certain charm that Sigismund admired, albeit would he never admit as such to a soul. There was a certain beauty of seeing rays of light sneak through the windows to light up the interior, gently illuminating rugs, vases and tapestries that were worth more coin then he had ever, or would ever, see in his life. The only way the morning could be better was if his shift was nearly over, alas, it had merely begun. He would have the fine honor of watching the two faced smiles of two royal families as they sold off their children like cattle, at least they were well fed and pampered cattle. Sigismund couldn't help but wonder what would happen when no heirs came of their union, when rumors of the prince's... predilections started to spread through the servants. Even the mere thought of the annoyance it would bring down upon the peasantry, including himself, was enough to make him wince.

"Have you seen those Scela women, Sir Barley?" A smug voice said, breaking through his thoughts. From the corner of his eye, Sigismund looked at his counterpart, Sir Langmire, a bastard son of some Earl or another and a fellow member of the guard who was patrolling the same route as he, "The prince's bride to be has quite the asset. A man could go green with envy at the prospect of having such a woman warm their beds for the rest of their days even that knight, Lady Mcleod, I wouldn't mind a nice spar, if you know what I mean," he said as he finished with a lecherous wink. Tall, blue-eyed and rakishly handsome, Agon Langmire was everything Sigismund hated in the guard. A man who would happily ruin a young woman if it meant he got to have a bit of fun, and there were many rumors of him doing just that to that, hiding beneath the protection of an Earl, he moved like he owned everything, and everyone, around him. Langmire's helm was tucked under the crook of his arm, his close cropped blond hair free to the world to admire.

"But you know who I really want to bed? That Ah... Amra-" Sir Langmire waved his hand in the air as if trying to conjure the name, "Amren Galathius," Sigismund said, supplying the name he was looking for, "Yes, her. Oh, the things I'd do to her and one look'd tell ya she'd like it to. Mm, noble girls are nice, soft and so eager to rebel against daddy, but lil lowborn wenches like that? Wildcats."

Like always, Sigismund responded with a simple, "Hn," as he mostly ignored what his fellow said as he kept his eyes jumping from spot to spot, noting which servants came by and when. "Not that'd you'd know how a nice noble woman feels, eh, Sir Barley?" he asked, the corner of his lips tilting to a sneer as his blue eyes tried, and failed, to stare holes into his helm.

"I wouldn't," Sigismund said, "But I'm sure you'll make a fool of yourself enough for both of us."

Langmire's jaw clenched and his free hand drifted down to the hilt of his sword, something darted behind those blue eyes, something cruel. Sigismund was reminded of a child tormenting some insects, laughing as they squirmed in his grip all the while that same darkness lay behind their eyes as they enjoyed the pain they were giving out. He held the knight's gaze, meeting blue eyes with the cold steel of his helm, a hand upon the hilt of the blade he had no intention of drawing. They stared for a few moments before Langmire laughed as if it was all one great jest and slapped him on the back with a loud clang that echoed down the hall, "Of course, Sir Barley, heaven forbid you have a bit of fun. Maybe I'll find a nice noble chit to settle down with, lure a sweet lil something into one of the nearby rooms and enjoy a nice fat dowry."

Sigismund did not share in the mirth, "Yes, I'm sure you are exactly the kind of man a father wants for his child, a lecher with a bad gambling habit, what a fine catch. I almost pity the trail of heart broken women that will bemoan your absence on the market," his tone was even, not holding an ounce of the venom his words did. This was nothing out of the ordinary as the two were often arranged to patrol together, Sigismund had strong suspicion it was done on purpose to keep Langmire in line as Sigismund was one of the very few the large man could not cower into submission.

Once more the hallway fell silent as Sir Langmire glared at Sigismund, "You're lucky you're lowborn else I'd have challenged you to a duel of honor."

"Perhaps," Sigismund said before tilting his head and examining the other man, "Or perhaps I am lucky you have no honor to speak of."

And so the cycle began again, the glare that would receded into a smile as if it was all one big jest and the two would go a bit further before it happened again. At least the change of the guards would occur soon and he'd be free of the bastard son of an Earl, but it was not coming soon enough.

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[spacepanda]

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Crown Prince Amir Alexander Verdinelli of Forella​

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The water was cold as ice and Amir could almost feel it seeping through his bones; he could hardly move. The dark, murky water stung his eyes but he kept them wide open for what felt like hours, desperate for any information they might unveil, but he was left panicked and disappointed. He could see nothing in the abyss and finding no time to ponder how he had gotten himself into such a situation he racked his brain for a solution. There was nothing here, nothing but water all around him in every direction. No hint of sun, no curious schools of fish, no rocks, sand, reef or coral to signify the bottom of what seemed an endless depth. No knowing which way was up, down, forward, or back. The only noise other than the slight aquatic echo of the surrounding water was the pounding and pulsing of his own heartbeat. He was utterly alone and utterly terrified.

He tried to remember what his sister had told him about falling deep in the water... something about bubbles. He exhaled, creating an explosion of bubbles in every direction. It seemed determining which way was up was now out of the question; the only thing left to do was swim.

And that's when he noticed it. He had attempted to spread his arms and pick a direction to explore when his wrists suddenly refused to move. Glancing down he let out a silent scream, bubbles once again exploding around him. He had been shackled, his wrists and ankles chained together, there was no way he would be able to escape this...

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Amir awoke with a start covered in a nervous cold sweat. Taking a moment to calm himself and taking in his surroundings he let out a small laugh of relief as he realized he was safe in the castle in his bedroom. His silken sheets had, somehow through the night, wrapped themselves around his limbs and it took more than a few moments to situate himself.

[At least its morning,] he thought to himself, frowning at the empty spot next to him in bed. Ralf usually spent the night with him on the weekends using one of the secret corridors in the castle that led from the library to, conveniently enough, his bedroom. When he was a child he had picked the room specifically for this purpose so that he could sneak away when he was meant to be sleeping and read all night instead. Now it was the one way he and is love could go around the castle unnoticed.

[But all that is about to change, huh?] He had been putting the thought of his betrothal to Princess Rosalina of Scela behind him, but now it was too close an event to ignore. Could he and Ralf still continue their relationship under the watchful eye of the whole nation? And then there was the need of an heir... he hated it. The mere thought of it all. And he hated her even more.

A soft knock on his chamber door snapped him from his thoughts and a small raspy voice called out from behind the large wooden door. "Has your Royal Highness awakened?" It asked.

"I have," Amir responded.

The owner of the voice, a meek faced servant girl, curtsied upon entering and began opening the curtains to the room allowing a large ray of sunshine to enter the room.

[Might as well start this horrid day now...]

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[redroseknight]

Lady Gwynyffer McLeod
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Even before the sun had fully peaked over the horizon, Lady Gwynyffer was already awake and readying herself both physically and mentally for the trying day ahead. Sleep had been difficult for the female knight. The entire reason that they were in this kingdom was to see Princess Rosaline wed to the crown prince, Prince Amir...and that made Gwynyffer absolutely sick to her stomach. Gwynyffer had served the royal family since her youth, the king having deemed her worthy of being his daughter's protector once she had proved herself in combat. She had grown close to the princesses during that time, playing music with Esther and going for long rides in the forest with Rosaline. She had grown too close, really, to the woman that she was sworn to protect. Gwynyffer had become smitten with the sweet, beautiful young woman rather swiftly, though she had dared not say a word. No, she had just pined for the woman and took every opportunity to be close to her. Even knowing that she could never be with the princess, the girl destined to be married to Prince Amir...she couldn't help falling in love with her.

Finished brooding as she bathed, Gwynyffer decided to forego her heavy armor. Instead, she opted to dress in a pair of dark trousers and a dark green doublet with a silver lion embroidered beautifully on her back. The McLeod family crest was of a proud lion, and she displayed this quite proudly. The cut of the doublet did nothing to conceal her feminine curves, and that was exactly as she preferred. Gwynyffer was a knight that had earned her place, and she was not ashamed in the least of her gender. With her sword belted at her side, she took a look in the mirror. Well, her curly, vibrant red hair was still completely out of her control, more like a lion's mane than a lady of noble birth was expected to have. There wasn't much that she could do about that...

Taking in a deep breath, the knight strode from her room to approach the quarters that Rosie was staying it. Since she was her personal guard, Gwynyffer was housed right next to hers in a room that normally would have been reserved for greater nobility than Gwynyffer. It was more important for her to be close to the woman she was protecting than for protocol and heirarchy to be followed. Her lips curled into a bright smile when she was greeted by Rosie's handmaiden. "Good morning. I'm going to assume that you were sent for me? I'll take over from here." She knocked first on the door then slipped inside.

You look stunning, Rosie. That color brings out that beautiful blue of your eyes, she complimented after she had approached the princess. Slowly she stepped closer, reaching out to gently stroke her hand along Rosie's cheek. She couldn't help it; she absolutely adored the woman even if she was promised to another. This just wasn't fair! But she swallowed her feelings and smiled at Rosie. How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?She hoped that at least one of them did; Gwyn had tossed and turned since she was absolutely miserable over the fact that the woman she cared so much for was promised to a prince she had never met!

King Roderick Adler
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Like his dear wife, Roderick had trouble resting that night. Peace hinged upon the successful union between his daughter and the crown prince of Forella. While he desperately wished to see an end to the struggle between the two kingdoms, the common peasants usually the ones caught in the crossfire more often than his own trained soldiers, he couldn't help but feel that he was bringing his dearest daughter straight to the slaughter like a lamb. Was there no other way? He doted the most upon Rosie, the king knowing how devastated she was by the loss of her sister as well as her hearing. Which was why he gave the female knight an opportunity to prove herself. He wanted a strong protector for his daughter, but he also wanted her to have a friend. And what better friend than someone sworn to protect her, someone close to her own age and also a young woman? If only he knew just how friendly they were!

Once he had readied himself for the day, noting that his wife had abandoned their bed without awakening him, the king stepped from his chambers. Ah, good. Steffon was already right where the king needed him. The man motioned for him to come inside so that he could give his orders to him more discreetly. "I need you to watch the royal family for me. I haven't met often with them, and I wish to make sure that I am not sending my daughter into danger."

 

[Nightblade]

Steffon Arianai
Steffon heard the door open and entered at the Kings request. Stepping inside, he gave a slight bow as the King gave him his orders. Taking them onboard, Steffon bowed and left the room. Leaving his replacement to watch over the king, Steffon barely got to the end of the corridor when a runner arrived with the crown princes request. Pocketing the note, Steffon kept walking until he got to his assigned rooms. He sat down and went over the map he had been working on of the castle. Both from what he saw and his insiders, the map was fairly detailed which would make moving around a lot easier.

As he took a drink of water from a pitcher, he decided his main target would be the crown prince, Amir. He would be the one married to the princess so the most information would have to come from him anyway. Steffon would need to find a way to get into his rooms, he had dirt to find. He would make his first move during the breakfast this morning.


Gabriel Alexander Alder

Gabriel had found his way to the gardens, he would take a stroll about before breakfast which was sure to be interesting. Stepping out to an arched walkway, he walked at a casual pace, thinking to himself. His sister lacked the political skill to survive here without the proper support. He knew that the lady knight would stay as her shield and companion. He soon came across his mother taking a turn about in the gardens as well, despite looking poised Gabriel could tell she was lost. Luckily he had plotted his way back and smiled to his mother.
"Mother, I see I was not the only one with plans to take a turn about in the gardens this morning, its the one thing Forellans do well it seems"
He said in his accented Scellan tongue, a preference for not wanting his words to be heard amongst the Forellans. Offering his arm to his mother, he continued to walk alongside her.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Esther Adler

There were lovers in the ballroom.

The lady wore a beautiful chiffon nightgown that sparkled and reflected in the many mirrors of the ballroom, only a single candle lit the dark ballroom, placed on the wooden floor by the door, as if they had snuck away to dance alone, away from the world.

The woman had fair, dark skin and black hair but with the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen, her lover stood sturdy and stiff, not nearly as graceful a dancer, but the way he gazed at his lover as he twirled and spun her about was the most beautiful thing Esther had ever layed eyes upon, despite they had no music, no lights and nobody too watch, the two hadn’t only a care in the world, right now it was only them.

Esther stared in awe at the pair, and wondered whom these two lovers were, and how they managed to find such peace in the world. She wondered if she would ever find that kind of love for herself. Esther took a step towards the couple, who didn’t seem to notice her presence. Esther opened her mouth, her curiosity getting the best of her, “I’m sorry—“ Esther began.

“My lady?” A woman’s voice questioned behind her, and Esther whirled.

A servant girl stared at her with a wide eyed, curious expression, takinh in Esther, who stood alone in the empty ballroom, fully illuminated by the rising sun, with no lovers in sight.

Esther blinked once. Then twice. Another dream.

“Who were you talking too?” The servant asked, staring at her like she was mad. Maybe she was.

“I-I don’t know,” Esther answered honestly, her honey-sweet voice touched with confusion. “I had the strangest dream..” she murmured, more to herself than anything as she glanced behind her, disappointed that the lovers were but a figment of her imagination.

She had been getting organized in her new quarters and then...she was here. Not that she should be surprised anymore. Her dreams. Visions. Perhaps hallucinations weren’t rare. But she always tried to keep them from her family nonetheless.

“Should I fetch a doctor, your highness?” The servant asked, giving a brief scan over of Esther as if she might leap out a window or blindly attack her with a knife.

Esther blushed furiously, her pale cheeks turning a light pink that matched the color of her delicate light, flowing silk dress she wore. “No,” she answered a little too quickly before adding a quick and polite “thank you,” and brushing past the servant and out the door.

She wished she could be rid of them. But even in childhood, when her family knew she had them, they could find nothing to help with the dreams. Eventually, she just told her family the dreams had stopped. Her mother worried so much as it was, after Rosie and herself.

Esther straightened herself, brushing a loose gold-brown tendril behind her ear, her hair down in a graceful half-up-half-down hairdo, accentuated by a wreath of small pink blowers. She wouldn’t let this ruin her day. She had a prince to glare at afterall, though she knew he had no choice in the affair, the thought of Rosie being forcefully married to the man gave her a bout of angry thoughts for the man.

Suddenly craving fresh air, Esther started for the gardens, praying she wouldn’t get lost in the mass of hallways in this foreign palace.



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[Jess Buck]

Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler​

Rosaline was only left for minute before her guard came into the room. Rosaline looked to her with a smile, and signed a thank you.
"You don't look half bad yourself." She replied. Gwynyffer had opted out of her armor and instead wore a pair of trousers and doublet. Rosie couldn't help but stare, despite the masculine attire, the Princess still found her knight absolutely beautiful. She leaned into Gwynyffer's touch as she stroked her cheek. Rosie brought her hand up and rest on top of Gwynyffer's and looked up into those mesmerizing green eyes. "I slept as well as one can when they're sleeping in their enemies walls." Rosie hated being here. She didn't want to get married, let alone be married to the Crown Prince of Forella. But Gwynyffer's presence made things a little easier. Having her here at the castle made everything that was going on a little more manageable, even if she was still dreading the day of her wedding. "I wish it could be like this all the time..." Rosie rested her head against the other's chest and wrapped her arms around Gwynyffer. All came to a halt though as Rosaline's translator came bursting into the room. Rosie quickly pulled away from the Knight and groaned upon sight of the clueless girl.
"Sorry I'm late! I got lost." Rosie raised an eyebrow at her and she quickly bowed respectfully. "Your Highness." The girl added. Rosie rolled her eyes.
"Yes well you seemes to have forgotten how to knock as well." Rosie picked up her skirts and began walking towards the door. "Lets get going, wouldn't want to keep my fiance and his family waiting." Rosaline's face contorted at the aforementioned prince. This was going to be a long rest of her life.

Queen Eleanor Grace Adler​

Eleanor hadn't found her room yet, but she did find the gardens, which were absolutely beautiful. She smiled warmly at the exotic flowers of the foreign land. "At least there will be gardens for Rosaline to tend while she's here..." She thought to herself. She was surprised however when her son approached her. Eleanor smiled at him and took his arm as they walked. "Yes well I have been wandering around for longer than just the morning." She admitted. "I couldn't sleep last night. I had too much on my mind." She sighed and patted her son's hand. "But I won't worry you with my troubles dear. How did you sleep?" They walked for awhile before Eleanor spotted her youngest daughter in the corner of her eye. Eleanor waved her over. "Ester! Dear!"

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[spacepanda]

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Princess Ayeshaa Andrea Verdinelli of Forella​

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Sitting underneath the jade and gold accented pavilion in the middle of the castle's lavender labryinth (located in the middle of the castle's large garden) Ayeshaa sipped her morning green tea whilst admiring the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Despite the lack of fertile soil in the land, the rocky terrain and chilly but fresh high-altitude air filled the princess with a sense of comfort and nostalgia. These quiet mornings in the garden usually gave Ayeshaa time to reflect on herself and escape from the usual tumult of her mind. Her emotions this morning, however, were a flooding torrent of emotions, and she struggles to keep her brow from furrowing as she contemplated her brother's future.

Startled by the snapping of a twig behind her Ayeshaa placed down her teacup and was greeted with the unwelcome sight of Queen Katja approaching the pavilion. [Oh, great,] she thought to herself sarcastically and squinting her eyes noticed other unfamiliar faces in the far distance. It would seem that some of the members of the Scela Royal family had awakened and had made it an objective to tour the gardens. She had hoped she still had a couple of hours to enjoy to herself, as the arrival of her carriage to Forella had been delayed due to the eruption of one of Kaleemi's only two active volcanos. As such, she had only arrived at her home a mere four hours ago and had barely had time to bathe and settle in.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, dear mother?" She drawled flatly when the Queen had finally arrived at the pavilion, looking incensed as usual.

The Queen merely raised her head, peering down at the contents of Ayeshaa's teacup.

"Leaf-juice?" Katja repled in disgust, "Really, my dear, how much more uncouth can that savage land make you? We do not drink peasant brew in this castle."

The princess rolled her eyes and took a deep gulp of her beverage. "I've brought a gift for you, from Kaleemi, as I know you are so fond of red wines." As the Queen scowled the princess procured a wine bottle from the large satchel next to her. She had planned to present her gift to the Queen at a later time, but with all the events likely to take place today now was probably the best time. Besides, the Queen had already managed to annoy her and it was still early morning. "It's a Syrah wine I made with some of the families in Merjabi. We crushed the grapes with our own feet; I thought of you the whole time." She said behind a mischievous smile.

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Queen Katja Morokov Verdinelli of Forella​

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The insult was not lost on the Queen, whose face turned almost as red as her hair in anger. Merjabi was the lowest and poorest province in Kaleemi, and here her step-daughter had offered her a drink which the peasants of the land had bathed their feet in. "You insolent wench!" She spat through clenched teeth. "Do not think that just because you are a princess in this realm I won't have you punished for your impertinent behavior!"

The light clink of metal made both members of the Royal Family turn their heads East, where a member of the Royal Guard had made it to the pavilion. "Speaking of peasants," the Queen began with a mischevious smile of her own, "This is Mr. Barley, and he is to be your personal guard while the Royal family of Scela graces us with their visit."

The Queen smirked to herself as she noticed the confusion on Ayehsaa's face. "See to it that you don't get into any trouble." And with a flip of her hair, Queen Katja left the pavilion.

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Katja was glad she had managed to avoid the Scelans in the garden- she had much to do before breakfast began, and she had no time for delays. Holding a package wrapped in silk she lightly rapped on the door to Princess Castalia's Quarters, not wishing to interrupt her if was still undressed.

"Your Majesty," the maid who opened the door bowed, and Katja glided past her without a thought.

Princess Castalia was admiring herself in the mirror when her mother appeared behind her. "You look gorgeous, darling. But before your wow the Scelans with your beauty, there is something we still must discuss." Waving out the maids Queen Katja closed the door to the princess's bedroom and sat upon the princess's bed.

"I have a gift for you." She spoke handing the package over to her daughter with a smile. "My mother gave this to me when I was 16, and I have waited until the time is right to bestow it upon you. My mother's greatest regret was settling in life. She foolishly married for love when she could have married for fortune."

The Queen sighed looking at her daughter's face and brought her hand up to tuck away a strand of hair in her bun. "I know it may not be what you wish to hear, but trust me when I say notions such as love and romance are unwise for someone of your station. At least when it comes to marriage." Smiling Katja unwrapped the silk in her daughter's hands to reveal an ornate decorative dagger encrusted with numerous jewels. "When I was sixteen my mother told me this. Settle for nothing less than Queendom, whatever it takes." She pressed the hilt of the sheathed dagger into her daughter's hands. "Whatever. It. Takes. You must be strong enough to wield the dagger, but wise enough to leave no trace behind. Blood might be shed, but none of it must soil your hands."

Standing up Queen Katja smoothed out the wrinkles in her morning gown. "I must dress for breakfast. My heart is heavy with the fear that the union between your brother and Princess Rosaline may not go as planned." Smiling yet again she turned back to her daughter as she closed the door, "Luckily for you, the Crown Prince of Scela has yet to be betrothed."

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[erzulie]

Princess Castalia Marie Verdinelli

[IMG='width:325px;']https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/197531209847406592/517086244891525122/image0.jpg[/IMG]Castalia smiled at the sight of mother. Her compliment caused the young princess to straighten up a bit more. For as long as she could remember Castalia strived to make her mother proud of her however she could. “Thank you mother. I wish to set an example in a way, to show our future family how we do things here.” She spoke softly and with no malice in her voice. The princess knew that the Scelan Kingdom was not as wealthy as themselves. But now with their two heirs marrying perhaps they would be able to enjoy the luxuries of life. Castalia looked confused as her mother dismissed her maids. She followed her as she sat upon her bed. “Is something the matter mother?”

When seeing the silk package in her mother’s hands her eyes seem to light up. Castalia has always been a fan of presents and cherished each one. Her delight would increase if it was a present from her sister during her travels and her brother during his. Princess Castalia was silent as she listened to her mother, knowing better than to interrupt the queen when she spoke. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the dagger in her hand, so beautiful yet so deadly. It reminded the young woman of her mother. Now Castalia was plagued by thoughts, already her mind was swirling with potential schemes and plans.


The princess had been quiet while her mother spoke. As the queen walked to the door and paused Castalia smiled at her sweetly. “Yes I am lucky indeed mother.” She spoke, already catching on to what was being said. Castalia walked over to her vanity and sat, placing the dagger counter. The princess was well aware of her place in the world. She knew that she would probably never be able to marry for love. Rarely did people on her position did. Castalia had come to terms with that long ago, her mother’s influence had steeled her and molded her in a way. The princess accepted her place and played her part. It was easier to have others to see her as a naive young princess than the cunning young woman that she was.


But...the princess was no killer. She had never brought harm to another before. Castalia looked down at the dagger again. She wouldn’t lie to herself and say that the thought of harming another upset her yet she knew that she would have to go to some extremes in order to have a better life. Castalia would not become like her grandmother. With a final look at the dagger she carefully wrapped it up and place it in a drawer on her vanity. Castalia then stood and walked out of her room. Two of her handmaid's walked beside her. She wondered if her in laws were up yet and she wondered what they were like. Her questions would be answered soon enough. Castalia decided to visit the gardens until breakfast. She roamed the halls, taking a little walk while she waited for breakfast.

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Amren Galathius

After reading through her agents reports on the royal family, and setting a wire through the door so she’d know if anyone broke in, Amren left her room and toured the palace silently, memorizing all places of entry and exits, and noting whose rooms were who’d.

Amren rounded a corner just as she watched the red headed queen, Queen Katja, enter a bedroom, the maids quickly filing out of the room as they were seemingly dismissed.

She would not have been concerned if it had been anyone else, however, from her time as a bard at the court, she remembered Queen Katja and her snakelike movements. Renè had taught her about the Queen before she’d ever lay eyes on her.


Amren slipped her large hood over her head, her steps silent as she approached the door, her dress slid quietly along the floor, and she glanced around, making sure no maids and guards lurked before she stopped outside the door and listened in.

For some reason, Katja’s speech didn’t suprise her. She didn’t know however, that the apparent naive Castalia had a snake whispering in her ears. Of course Katja would prep her daughter on the Game so early, encouraging her daughter to shed blood was expected, but Castalia taking the words to heart was different. It seems the princess may have a whole other side to her.

When Katja began speaking of breakfast, Amren took this as her que to leave and quickly but silently walked from the door and decided it best to find Rosaline. The girl had no idea how different this court was from Scela’s. Or how dangerous the Queen was.

Amren had just entered the hallway that lead to Rosie’s quarters when a familiar guard stepped in front of her path.

“Katherine?” He questioned, glancing at her up and down.

Katherine was her mother’s name, and the name she’d used when she was a bard in Renè’s employ. Few knew her real name until a few years prior. It wasn’t a suprise the people that remembered her only recalled her false name.

Amren gave the man a harsh stare in response. Far too busy for idle chit chat.

“What—what are you doing here?” He exclaimed, his face lighting up in wonder an excitement before continuing on. “It’s been years since you last played in the palace, but why are you here so early—“

“I don’t play anymore,” Amren snapped, her hazel eyes narrowed in annoyance. The guard finally got the hint at her sharp tone.

“Oh—oh I see,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, blushing slightly in the dim hallway,” good day, my lady” he said politely and with a hint of embarrassment at his over eagerness before quickly walking off.

Amren reached Rosaline’s door just as she opened it. “There you are,” She said, not extending any sort of greeting whatsoever, as was Amren’s way. Her eyes flicked to Gwyn and she gave a nod in acknowledgment before flicking back to Rosie.

“We need to talk,” Amren gave a dip of her head down the hallway, her tone sharp, “Lets walk.”

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Esther Adler

Esther stared in awe at the gardens before her. The gardens in Scela were beautiful as well, but she had tended to them so oftenly, she had been running out of things to tend to. These gardens were a new blank slate. She walked slowly down a brick path, taking in the colors and textures of all the different flowers, the way the sun hit the petals and tried to memorize it, already picturing a painting in her mind.

Esther knelt by a collection of white roses, inhaling their gentle, sweet scent, so pure in such a tainted place. The palace, it was so dark, tense, tainted with lingering grief and violence. But the gardens...less so. Some peace in this place was welcome. She wondered if she could find a spot to paint around here.

A familiar voice startled her from her thoughts, jumping slightly at the broken silence, Esther stood and straightened, her light pink dress rippling around her as she smiled one of her classic, room-brightening smiles at her mother and approached, looking a lovely sight.

“Good morning, Mother,” Esther greeted warmly, smiling softly as she gracefully approached, her dance lessons engrained into her even in the way she walked, though she silently took in her mother’s tired features, she choose not to saying anything for the moment, though her features furrowed with concern for a brief moment before she turned her attention to Gabriel.

Esther smiled at her brother as she joined them in their walk, “Ready for breakfast?” She asked jokingly, knowing full well the incoming breakfast wouldn’t likely be all sunshine and rainbows.


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[Cosmo]

Sigismund gave a single nod to Sir Langmire as they reached the barracks and went their separate ways. Langmire to the mess hall likely to grab himself a few cups of wine and Sigismund to the armory. He didn't get five feet before he was stopped by another guard and sent off to the Captain's office which never boded well. Sigismund wasn't sure what the Captain needed with him, but given the presence of another royal family in the palace and the fact he was the only guard being called, he doubted it was anything good. Best case scenario, he was being temporarily dismissed so as to not 'offend' them with the idea of being protected by a lowborn which suited him just fine. He wanted to avoid as much of the political games as possible and the extra time with his family would hardly be missed. He rapped his knuckles on the heavy oak door that led to the Captain's office, the heavy thuds echoing throughout the rooms. Sigismund waited a minute and then entered the office, the sheer exorbitant decoration striking him as it always did from the gold inlay in the dark mahogany desk that took up the center to the numerous watercolor and oil paintings lining the walls, Sigismund was not a fan of this office but at least it looked better without the horrid rug that had to be removed when a guard had bled all over it which was entirely his fault as he had dropped the man on it.

"Captain," Sigismund said in way of greeting, his eyes falling upon the middle aged man perched behind the dark desk.

"Clodomir," the man said, inclining his head slightly to his subordinate, "You have been summon to the gardens, to the pavilion at the center of the labyrinth, to be exact."

His brow furrowed beneath his helm, why was he being summoned to the gardens, and more importantly, "By whom?" Sigismund put voice to the question that echoed through his mind.

The captain tapped a slip of paper that had elegant scrawl on it and although he could not smell it, Sigismund was sure it was perfumed, "Her Majesty," the captain replied, his tone holding an edge of warning.

Her Majesty. Which meant the Queen. Why she would call for him, of all people, was baffling. Perhaps it really was to dismiss him, but even that didn't sound right, she would have need to call him to her to do this, simply send a note with his dismissal. But anything she wanted to say could have still been just as easily said through that slip of paper, for some reason, she wanted to see him in person although Sigismund had not the foggiest of clues as to why. "Understood, Captain," Sigismund said before pounding his right fist to his chest and bowing his head ever so slightly and took his leave.

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As he traveled through the Gardens, he spotted the Queen and youngest Princess of Scela enjoying the roses, but it was none of his concern as he had been summoned, so he simply passed by both of them sparing only a single glance to both. It truly did not matter, in the grand scheme of things, he was merely another guard, as much decoration as those white roses the Princess had been adoring, if not far less attractive a decoration. He couldn't fault the young woman, the gardens truly were beautiful and one of his favorite places in the palace but that wasn't, exactly, a difficult place to hold in his heart. The gardens were far more beautiful at night under the caress of the soft light of a full moon, but he wasn't going to stop and inform them of that. Sigismund made his way through the labyrinth, taking care to ensure he crushed none of the delicate plants with his heavy steps. The smell of lavender tickled his nose and he breathed it in deep. The smell brought a small smile to his face even as it brought a pang to his heart. This was how his wife used to smell, of earth and lavender. If he closed his eyes and stopped, he could almost imagine her voice, feel her in his arms and see that smile that lit up the world around it greater then the Sun could ever hope to match... It was also for that reason that this was the section of the gardens he tended to avoid.

Sigismund eyed the two women at the heart of the pavilion with some, well, a lot of trepidation as it seemed it wasn't just Queen Katja waiting for him but also Crown Princess Ayeshaa. He let himself take in the women who seemed to be sharing a discussion, although not a friendly one which was expected. He would have been more surprised if they were. The Queen was beautiful, of that no one could deny, her fiery red hair matched the temper he knew lay within her heart and Sigismund had no doubt she was a woman even time was afraid of for she would be just as beautiful two decades from now. He would almost call her a rose with her red hair and beauty, but a rose pricked those who handled them poorly, the Queen was more likely to climb out of the vase, cross the hall and slit their throat for daring to look at her in the first place much less try to handle her. Princess Ayeshaa was a different creature entirely, he didn't see her often as she was not in the castle for more then short periods of the day, but from what he had seen of her, she was a good person. Not a good noble, but a person. But she also made him distinctively uncomfortable, so he tended to avoid her.

When his heavy steps were noticed, he drew to a stop and found out just why he was summoned. His jaw clenched so hard that, for a moment, he could almost swear he felt them groan under the pressure. It wasn't her insult that bothered him, it wasn't that she felt he was so low that even while insulting him with a false name she didn't want to add the 'Sir' to Barley instead picking a much more humble 'Mr', it wasn't even that this was being forced on him just to insult Ayeshaa, no it was that he was being given personal guard duty. To the Crown Princess. During the visit of foreign royalty amidst war tension. This duty could last weeks, maybe months, and in that time he would not be able to go home. When he finally gained a bit of freedom from watching over her he'd have to sleep in the broom closet that would be assigned to him as his 'personal quarters' until he was finally released from his duty. A lance of pure frustrated pierced his very being as his grip upon the hilt of his blade tightened hard enough that the metal of his gauntlets groaned in protest, "Damn it all," Sigismund hissed under his breath before releasing his death grip and straightening up. He had a job to do, it seemed, and insult or not, he would do it.

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[spacepanda]

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Crown Prince Amir AlexanderVerdinelli of Forella​

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Amir gazed at his reflection in the mirror; the man whose eyes met him looked proud, confident, and at ease. He, however, felt none of those things. He took a sharp inhale to calm his nerves, his breath shuddering with uncertainty. He bit his lip as a wave of nausea overtook him, and placed his right hand on his chest, finally averting his gaze from the gold-trimmed mirror. It was not the meeting that had his anxiety up, no- that he was sure he would excel at. He had practiced it his whole life, playing the prince, his poise perfected. It was the future itself that had his mind in shambles.

His life as he knew it was coming to an end. Some, of course, would call it a 'beginning,' but he felt the only thing that was about to begin was trouble. There was the worry that the Scelans weren't being sincere, that they could call off the truce or find Amir wanting. There was the fear that his future wife would be a horrible woman, evil, corrupt, and/or miserable to suffer. There was also the heartbreak that was brewing in his heart, the knowledge that his relationship with Ralf was in danger. If anyone was to find out about their love for one another it not only put Ralf's life in danger but possibly threatened his claim to the crown. In Kaleemi the Kings and Queens were known to take many lovers, male or female, and to hold events expressing such love in harems, and while Amir didn't wish for anything as wild as that, the ability to love whom he pleased would be all he needed to live in happiness the remainder of his life. But Forella saw such a love sinful. He was sinful.

The prince shook his head and sat down at his desk, grabbing some parchment, his favorite glass pen, and a vial of ink.

My dearest Advisor and Friend,

My apologies for any harsh words I may have spoken yesterday; it was not my intention to cause you any grief or worry. I should like to discuss my studies further and in-depth tonight. I shall be available for your council after the sun sets.

-Your Prince

The words he wrote were both true and false. He might have snapped at his lover out of nerves the day before, and for that, he was truly sorry. However, his studies were just an excuse should any curious eyes pry open his message. Ralf would meet him via the secret entrance from the library to his quarters, it was the safest way to meet without raising suspicion.

Closing the letter with a drip of wax and his royal seal he placed it in the hands of the servant girl in his room. "Deliver this to Advisor Ralf Mahalt," he demanded, fixing his collar and then finally exiting his room to begin the long day ahead.

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Princess Ayeshaa Andrea Verdinelli of Forella​

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Eyeing the guard before her with curiosity Ayeshaa began to pour him a cup a tea. She doubted he would accept the offer, only one guard in Forella ever had, but she offered it to him anyway.

"Barley, was it?" She asked the faceless man (for he was hidden behind his helm) and drew out a chair next to herself to him. She did not give him time to sit or drink his tea if he chose, or even to greet her before she began to speak again.

"Never in all my years have I been assigned a personal guard in my own home. I understand the precautions that must be taken during these days of high tension, but you'll forgive me if I'm not too keen on being followed around like a stranger. I'm already considered a foreigner to most here." She took the last sip of her tea and swished the remainder around, allowing the leaves to stick to the side of her cup. Placing her cup downwards on its plate she sighed holding her hand up.

"Again, forgive me. My troubles are not your concern. But if you are to be my guard, might I propose a task for you so you do not bore yourself tonight chaperoning me tonight as I gaze the stars? I have some... concerns regarding my brothers future." She stopped and looked up at the guard. He still stood where he was and she sighed, unsure if he would be up to the task.

"The crimes committed by Forella against Scela during the last war are atrocious, and even worse the sins we committed against the prisoners we kept. I know my brother, we share the same soul, he is a kind man and will be a just and fair King. I do not, however, know anything about the future King of Scela. Watch Crown Prince Gabriel Adler, I must know everything you can find out about him. This marriage between our countries means nothing if he cares nothing of his sister or of peace."

Grabbing the wine bottle meant to be a gift to her stepmother Ayeshaa, still seated, offered it to the guard. Was it a bribe? No! ...Maybe. Okay, yes it was, but she had no one save her father and brother she could trust in this castle, and this was all she could do. "If you were eavesdropping before, I may have lied a bit to the Queen before," she smirked. "This was a gift from my uncle to enjoy on my travels. Here. Take it."

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Queen Katja Morokov Verdinelli of Forella​

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The dungeon beneath the Forellan Castle was centuries out of date and dangerous to even the guards that watched over the prisoners in them. But that was just how Queen Katja liked it. It made an example of those that were captured and the tales of it alone instilled fear to those within its walls.

Katja raised the hood on her cloak, not that it was needed. The dungeon was simply more chilly than she would prefer. "How many, Cassius?" She spoke to the Knight leading her and two other guards with a lantern into dungeon depths.

"Five, your Majesty," the man responded with an overly familiar smile. Cassius was a well-built man in his early 40s and the Queen's most favored Knight. They had known one another since childhood, and he served the crown faithfully. Well her crown, to be exact.

The Queen smirked back in response and soon they came upon a cell where five women sat chained to the wall gagged with thick strips of leather. Upon seeing the lantern light all of them looked up in fear, some struggling and attempting speech through their gags. The five women were relatively young, from teenage years to the latest mid-thirties from what the Queen could tell. Three with raven black hair, two with red. Their eyes were either a dark brown or a deep hazel.

"And their charges?" She asked Cassius with a raised eyebrow, further inspecting the faces and bellies of the girls who struggled against her touch.

"Treason, all of them. A plot to overthrow the crown. Assassination." He pulled out a parchment which the Queen overlooked and handed to the guard to her right.

"Watch them. They are to be fed well and kept clean, but listen not to a word they speak. These songbirds would sing anything to escape their cage." If the guards were suspicious by the Queen's odd orders they made no voice of complaint, instead bowing and taking their place in front of the cell. Katja nodded to her Knight who turned around and began to lead her out of the dungeon.

"Kat..." Cassius spoke softly once the two were out of earshot of the others and the muffled screams of their new prisoners could no longer be heard. "How do they fair? It was difficult to find so many in the correct age, stage, shape, and complexion."

"And how far along are they?" She asked, ignoring his own question with a more important one.

"Two to three months at most."

"Excellent!" The Queen's eyes sparkled with excitement and she took the glove off her right hand, caressing his jawline.

She was against the damp dungeon walls before she knew it, the Knight having set down the lantern to hold her waist, his lips at trailing kisses down her neck and collarbones. "Cas!" She gasped in protest, her face flushing, but he only held her tighter, his kisses reaching the brim of her gown. "Cassius!" She spoke, more demanding this time, pulling his hair lightly to force him to look at her. "Not here... I have a breakfast to attend."

With a devilish smile Cassius laid one final kiss on her throat before taking the lantern again, and the Queen busied herself fixing her gown as she followed behind him.

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[Cosmo]

Sigismund watched as she poured another cup of tea and pulled a chair which, he assumed was meant for him, but he refused both. It would have been incredibly hard to drink tea from such a delicate cup with his helm on and he wasn't fool enough to sit down with the Crown Princess in such an intimate setting. To her, it would be a simple act of kindness, to show some level of respect to a lowly guard even if he had a feeling this was all just a pretense to buttering him up, but to him? Well, it only took a few servant whispers to bring suspicious eyes his way and if there was even a kernel of truth to what they said... well, men have died for less. His jaw clenched as she called him 'Barley', he would have thought she may have been checking to be sure if she hadn't dived right into her next bit. His dark eyes watched the princess, his brow lowering in disapproval with each word she spoke. Not only was she already attempting to shake him off which would only make his job that much harder since she may attempt to slip away the second he turned his attention, she wanted him to play spy and was trying to bribe him all in one go? It seems he had severely misjudged the Crown Princess. A wave of disappointment washed over him as that thought filtered through his mind. He had thought Ayeshaa was better then this, better then other nobles, he had been wrong. A difficult enough thing to admit, but now it was impossible for him to think otherwise when the proof was being thrown into his face. He couldn't help but wish he had been assigned to her younger sister, at least she was honest.

"I am on duty," Sigismund said, his tone harsh and sharp despite his efforts to keep the emotion from his voice. He knew there were many guards who would have gladly taken the drink, but he was not one of them. Perhaps this was why he had been chosen to watch the Princess because of this. The kind of woman who held out two hands, one offered sympathy and regret for the actions caused by the war, actions he helped with in his time in the Lancers, and the other asking him to be a spy. To abandon his job of guarding her so she could waltz about in the night alone, likely to meet some paramour, as if that wasn't the time he should be watching over her the most. To give up his honor and for what? Kind words and a bottle of wine?

"Your highness, I think you misunderstand something," Sigismund said, "I am not your servant and I am certainly not your, or anyone's, spy," the last word was almost spat out in disgust. Spies were wretched little creatures, lurking in the shadow as they nibbled on the heels of their betters, skulking back to their masters to whisper poison and plots. He would be damned before he became such a miserable little beast and damned further before he would allow himself to be sucked into the games the nobles played with one another for when they played, it was the lowborn, like himself, that paid the price in blood.

"I will guard and protect you with my life. Should your orders not go against those of her Majesty, I will do my best to carry them out," Sigismund said making it clear he would not leave her side even if she commanded it. He bowed his head slightly to her and stepped back from her and looked away before he said something he'd really regret.

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[redroseknight]

If only it could have been like that always indeed. Her heart fluttered in her chest from the love that she could see in Rosie's eyes when they had been locked upon her own, and she had open adoration in her own. The idea of Rosie marrying another burned the redhead straight to her core. Her twin brother would have been permitted to wed the princess should there not have been this arrangement in place and if he had shown a desire to do so, her family's standing so high within the kingdom. Alas, this was not an option for Gwynyffer due to her gender. So she had to just endure the pain of her beloved being given to another though at least she could be consoled by the fact that Rosie's heart was hers and hers alone. Just as Gwynyffer's only beat for Rosie.

Ugh. What timing! The woman had to bite back a snarl at the interruption of the interpreter during one of the few times that she had Rosie to herself. Dammit, couldn't that girl have knocked so she could have at least stolen a small kiss first? But nooo, the infuriatingly ill-mannered girl had just waltzed inside. Her body felt so much colder without Rosie pressed against hers, but she swallowed her feelings to force a cheerful smile. Oh! Amren! What a delightful distraction from her moodiness!

Well met, Amren. Very well, let us depart for this walk. She waited for the others to walk ahead of her, bowing her head to Rosie as was proper to do as a woman of her station. As the women filed out of the room, she was quick to shut the door behind which gave her an opportunity to slip unsuspiciously close to Rosie. A sweet kiss was pressed to her shoulder as she stepped in close behind her. She wasn't worried of the interpreter noting the action, and Amren, well, she was sure that the other woman was aware of the true nature of the relationship between the pair. After all, she was the spymaster and relative of Rosie. How could she miss something like a romance between the only female knight and the princess?

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Once Steffon had left with his assignment, Roderick readied for the day. It generally took longer for the king to ready than the queen, all general stereotypes being dashed there. Though it was not out of vanity that this was the case. Roderick had seen combat when he was a young prince, and it was very much affecting his joints now that he was becoming old. His back and his legs were certainly not as stout as they had been when he was a prince being taught by his elder brother the ways of war. But he did not look to the past with a sense of missing glory. Peace was better for the lands, and it meant a steadier life for his children. He had hoped to break the cycle of the royal family only having one child survive through adulthood to ascend to the throne. No, his fondest memories were ever of his children, running and playing with such smiles on their faces. And sweet Eleanor, who he still loved just as strongly as when he had courted her.

It was this family that he sought out as he walked through the halls, though he found not a single sign of them until he stepped out toward the garden. It would have been where Rosaline would have likely gone. Oh, but it was Gabriel, Esther, and Eleanor that he found instead! Perhaps his daughter had slept a little longer. "Ah, I should have expected my most radiant family to be out among the flowers." He approached his wife to gently kiss her cheek. "And you're still the most beautiful flower of them all, my dear."

 

[Jess Buck]

Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler​

As Rosie stepped out of her room, she was quickly approached by her spymaster, cousin, and closest friend Armen. Rosie could still remember the days of chasing each other around the castle; playing hide and seek and tag were some of her fondest memories with her cousin. They were still young when Armen's family moved away and those memories faded to the back of her mind as years went on. But when Armen came back, and was on trial, Rosaline knew immediately who she was. Armen had filled a hole is Rosie's heart that had not been filled since Rebecca's death, she could never forget her best friend. Rosaline was glad to have Armen back at her side, and to stay for good this time. And it appeared that she already had news for her as well. They hadn't even been in this country more than a day and Armen already had her spies everywhere. To say Rosaline was impressed would be an understatement. Rosie was ready to listen when she felt a light brush upon her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to see golden red locks quickly whisk away. Rosie smiled to herself and did her best to hide the blush, growing on her cheeks. Her thoughts immediately taken some place else. If Armen was saying anything, Rosie had no idea. All she could think about was her knight in shining armor...or well...beautiful ballgown would be more accurate.

Queen Eleanor Grace Adler​

Eleanor gave a look to Ester that only a mother could give. It was soft, yet stern. Something you only know how to do after having many children. "Now Ester, don't go into this meeting with preconceived notions. The Verdinellis have graciously invited us into their home, and provided nice accommodations, and have even invited us to a breakfast to show their hospitality. We, as guests, must show our gratitude and kindness in return. Yes?" Eleanor gave her a smile and nice squeeze to show she wasn't upset with her daughter. "Besides, we are all here for the same reason. Your sister is getting married! And that is a joyous occasion! There's no need to brood about and be melancholy." They walked around the garden's more and being with her family, instantly lightened Eleanor's mood. Her mindset shifted and was so much more at peace with her children around. And her husband was here too! She smiled to Roderick and gladly accepted his kiss. But she swatted away his compliment. "Please, dear, I still haven't even gotten dressed. " She chuckled and then suddenly realized her words. "Oh dear....I still haven't gotten dressed." She sighed. "I do hope you know how to get back to our room Roderick, I completely lost my way while walking around this morning."


redroseknight Nightblade Ms. Sparrow

 

[Nightblade]

Prince Gabriel Alexander Alder
Gabriel smiled as he walked with his mother and sister, his thoughts still somewhat on other things. His mother was explaining the benefits of this alliance and Gabriel just could not find a situation where the benefits outweighed the risks but he kept silent on the matter, since it was their fathers decision. This breakfast was going to be interesting at least. Masking a sigh as he watched his parents interact, he turned to his sister and discreetly rolled his eyes at their displays of affection. He had no malice, it was purely for the sake of poking fun.

"we should go prepare for this breakfast, plus Rosaline will be wondering where we have all vanished to". Gabriel spoke up after his mother stated that she need to go change. Rosaline was not all that comfortable here from what Gabriel could see, but then again he could not find it in him to disagree with her. Thats why Steffons work was so important.

Steffon Arianai
Steffon finalised his plans and was not happy with them, there was too much risk involved. He bit back a growl when he came to the conclusion that he would need help. Putting his things away, he left his assigned rooms to find Amren, knowing the other spymaster was also here. They shared the same dislike for the kingdom so it was an incentive that they work together. Donning his usual Dark blue and black attire, he made his way to her rooms.

His footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as he knew them from memory.He knew that Amren's rooms were close to Rosaline's. Reaching the corridor, he found her rooms empty. Already frustrated by having to get help, looking for her did not help his mood. Leaving the room and a note written in their own code, he left her a message asking to speak with her when she was free to do so. having already eaten that morning, Steffon decided on grabbing an apple and taking a bite before heading for a stroll.

Mentions:
Jess Buck - Queen Eleanor/Princess Esther
redroseknight - King Roderick
Ms. Sparrow - Amren​