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Post by sempai ratte on Jul 2, 2014 1:43:33 GMT
Gregory nodded "Naturally I do not seek war.........did you assume I meant to..........." he said pausing as he realized how what said may have come across, "Allow me to clarify, I speak not of summoning the reaper in regards to Roland. For some reason I am unable to understand part of her still cares for him, should anything happen to him she would be upset." he added in a calm tone. "I do believe that if the citizens and members of the house loyal to her above even Roland were to band together we can make a change for the better." he said sitting upright, "This will require a great deal of cunning, but together can achieve our goals." he added before standing. "Thank you for hearing me out, we should rejoin the party before were all missed. Once I have worked out more details I'll let you know, in the mean time if you have any ideas please feel free to contact me with them. I consider you all equals in this endeavor." he said in a sincere tone, "Thank you for your time this evening."
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Post by final_wolf on Jul 2, 2014 3:42:59 GMT
Merek looked over towards Denton, who spoke little. It seemed that Cid would be the voice for Denton. Which was not unheard of. Merek listened as Denton spoke. He was not up for war, but it seemed that they may be up for finding a way to make Rosalind happy. Was this really such a great idea? Surely if they were found out wouldn't they still get the dreaded war that they are trying to avoid? It was not his place though to say anything. He was not the advisor. Thinking of advisor, where the hell was Kiana? Wasn't it her job to stay near King Gregory as well? Making sure he wasn't doing anything too stupid? She was suppose to be advising their King. Even though Merek was annoyed she was not here, he couldn't stay mad at her for long. He never could.
Merek had met Kiana when he became a knight. At first it was nothing more than just mere aquantinces. After about a year, he started to develop feelings for her. At every chance he got he tried to be with her. It was only recently that he had proclaimed his love for her and was hoping for her to return to him her answer. He gave her time to think, though he wish she would hurry up and figure out what she wanted.
Merek listened to what King Gregory had to add. Seriously where the hell was Kiana!? If he could he'd have face palmed with annoyance. He couldn't though. Cunning. Seriously. This was King Gregory's plan so far? One small slip up, just one, and they would be at war. As much as he felt for Rosiland, they really couldn't do anything for her. At least not like this. Love surely was blind. Gregory should worry about his own Kingdom, and clearly he was worrying about a woman instead. Merek had been raised quite strict that the Kingdom and King always came first. A King was suppose to protect his people. No...what was Merek thinking. He couldn't think like this about his king. It was ill. He was not raised to question the King, so question he shall not.
Thankfully, it seemed that Gregory was wrapping up here. Hopefully nothing else would be said and Merek would be able to find Kiana and fill her in. Or, should he? She was not here, but she was the advisor so she should know. Oh how this was giving him one massive headache. He knew he wouldn't be off duty until he got back home, but the first chance he got, he was going to drink. Lord knew he deserved it.
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Post by Miya on Jul 2, 2014 4:48:37 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana listened to Enguerrand as she chewed on a delicious bite of fruit tart that made her tastebuds go wild. She was indeed smart to take the whole tray, feeling proud compared to the women who were suffering at the ball still. They would only be dreaming of eating what Kiana was. A smile slowly grew on her face as Enguerrand gave his counter proposal, the exact one she was hoping the brilliant advisor would suggest, happily playing into her hand and fulfilling every anticipated more that she had. “My, that would be a marvelous thing, Mr. Armistead.” She spoke while pressing her hands together in front of her in a sign of excitement. “I would very much appreciate you suggesting such an idea to your king, and I hope he’ll accept. I think it would be a wonderful thing if our two kingdoms got along together more. With so much war behind us, I would hate to have further conflict between us.” She added without having any clue what her King was doing at that very moment, but it wasn’t as if her King knew what she was doing either. Speaking with Enguerrand was her own idea, a brilliant one too, as she believed. Proposing an offer that didn’t exist to an advisor that rarely spoke to his king about his own projects and plan was what she wanted. Although it was true that future scientists would benefit from the knowledge that Enguerrand passed down, it would be even better to have Twyford ‘ representatives’ in the house of Didlington. “Thank you again for hearing me out, Mr. Armistead.” She quickly added, giving a slight tip of her head in respect to him. “I’m afraid now I must be getting back to my king, less he think I don’t care what he’s doing…” She explained before rising from her seat and dusting off her skirt of any crumbs. Before she left though, Kiana faced Enguerrand once more and spoke, “I do hope we can talk again in the near future. It’s very enlightening to speak with someone about the sciences, but especially so with someone who is considered the main author of them.” She complimented him with her words before doing a quick bow, and then turning and leaving to find her way back to the ball. Being alone with a man for too long would never be a good thing, and besides she had to say her greetings to a few more heads. However, when she walked into the ballroom, all Kiana saw were lower grade royals that had nothing to do with the kingdom, even Merek was no where in sight. The man often reminded her of her shadow that never left her side, but he was most likely attending to King Gregory who was also missing. She was at least relieved knowing that Merek would never let the king get into harm’s way, so she mingled about with the one’s who weren’t important.
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Post by Miya on Jul 2, 2014 22:49:16 GMT
King Roland Tanner Langton & Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
Roland retired with Rosalind, taking her into their shared bedroom that was cold and just beginning to warm up from the oil lamps. Roland was sitting in one of the lounging chairs in the room next to the drinking cart that was filled with Roland’s favorite liquors. His eyes were fixated on his wife, watching her carefully as he sat there. “I want to talk with you about our child, Lynn. About what we’re going to do with it depending on its gender. I won’t tolerate a girl as this kingdom’s heir, and if it’s a boy we’ll need to discuss how his education will be handled.” He stated in a calm tone. That look, it had the ability to make Rosalind’s heart race with fear. In the past, nothing good had ever come of it. Roland would not stay at the party and his was obliged to follow him to their bedroom. It was stately, grandiose, and a reminder of their dysfunctional relationship. Above their bed hung a portrait of the couple, which was rather comical. Roland stood with a foot on a rock, his shirt open, as Rosalind clung to his leg, her hair flowing in the wind and the dress threatening to slip off at any moment. Rosalind sat on the edge of the large bed. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her nerves. “I know you’ve never wanted a girl”, she sighed. Women were weak, at least in his eyes. Rosalind looked up at Roland. “But you needn’t worry. We are having a boy.” Rosalind knew it was a boy. There was no question about it. “That’s good to hear.” Roland answered her in an even tone before turning to the cart of drinks to pick up one of the bottles, slowly pouring himself a glass. A son would be a good thing, but a son from another king could threaten the lineage of the throne, and possibly start conflict among kingdoms. Roland had to settle that before it began, so he took an easy sip of his drink before looking back to Rosalind. “Gregory is the father, right?” He asked without a single hint of care, as if it weren’t an important thing to know. Rosalind felt a false sense of relief as Roland spoke. He was happy to hear it was a boy. Roland went about pouring himself a drink, letting her believe everything was fine, but as soon as he asked if Gregory was the father, Rosalind’s hands began to shake. The queen them on her lap, hoping to find some courage with which to answer the question. On one hand, she did not want to place Gregory at risk, but Rosalind did not want to lie to her husband. As silly thing, since he never gave her a reason to remain loyal. “I…yes, it is”, she said, her voice shaky. Roland took another deep drink after his assumption was told to be true. He stared at the light brown color of his liquor, spinning it around to smell the deep aroma of it before looking back up at Rosalind. “You two really enjoyed yourselves tonight, didn’t you? Asking him to dance when you knew what it would do to me. Knowing full well that carrying his child could put our kingdom at risk. I’m assuming he doesn’t know he’s the father since he’s still willing to openly flirt with you.” His voice was still calm, unchanging as his anger rose within him silently. He took another sip of his drink before continuing. “A man like him would never settle down with one woman, especially one that is pregnant. I doubt he wants to change his bachelor lifestyle anytime soon. Whatever sweet nothings he whispered in your ear has probably been heard by a dozen other women.” He added before another sip was taken from his glass. The conversation was beginning to spiral out of control. Rosalind enjoyed the dance with Gregory not because it might harm the kingdom or bother Roland, but because he make the queen feel gorgeous. It was a feeling Roland was unable to inspire. “I never meant to place the kingdom at risk.” She said nothing about Roland’s feelings, because he didn’t much care for Rosalind. It did not seem like the sort of thing he would care about. “Gregory does not know he is the father. I never planned on telling him”, she said staring at the floor, trying to will her body to stop shaking. Roland then proceeded to jab a knife into her fragile heart. At no point did Rosalind believe that Gregory would want to settle down. It was just an affair, nothing more, but to hear the words out loud was dreadful. “I… I just wanted to give you an heir. We have tried for so long… so very long. I thought it might never come to pass.” Tears began to well up in her eyes. “It seems all you’re good for is tears.” He said in a bored tone before setting his glass down. He watched her for a few moments more before standing from his place and moving over to her. “Perhaps it is because you demanded one from the very beginning, never understanding the roles of this castle. You will give birth to a child when I want one, and this child—” He looked down at her stomach. “—is not what I wanted. It will be raised to be a king, but not as my son.” He told her, his anger beginning to slip out. “You are forbidden from continuing your affair with Gregory. Pick another man to boost your ego, but it cannot be him. If word gets out that I’m not the father, then the entire kingdom will lose their trust in you. I won’t be able to keep you as my wife, understand? So do the right thing to do is to protect your reputation.” He added before moving his hands to take her crown off her head, walking away with it to set it down on the dresser. He then removed his own, placing it beside hers before removing his cape that draped his back. “Take off your dress.” He ordered her as he folded up his cape and sat it down gently. Only the Holy Mother could understand the pain Rosalind was feeling. Roland did not want the child, it would not be his son. This is not what the queen wanted. For years she tried to conceive, but it never came to pass. In sleeping with Gregory, she was simply trying to give the kingdom a successor. As Roland continued speaking, she began to sob. Rosalind was no better than a common whore. If the people found out, would they truly come to hate Rosalind? Roland convinced her that everyone would lose faith in the queen, all her good deeds having been for naught. It was deeply distressing. Then, as if to drive home the point, he removed the crown atop her head. Take off your dress. Looking, up she felt like an animal in the grips of a hunter. In the past, Roland had taken her in anger. It was never a pleasant experience. “Roland, please…” It was uttered in a pleading voice. Roland laid with his unwilling wife that night, making it unpleasant for her so that she would understand that the child she carried was not something to be joyful about like she assumed. She wanted a child desperately, almost as much as the entire kingdom wanted, but Roland didn’t need an heir yet. He also didn’t need an heir that wasn’t his own from his own blood… TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING The Next Morning came with the feeling of something cold and wet sticking to Roland’s body. He opened his eyes and stared at the mess of hair that belonged to his wife before turning onto his back while rolling away from her. As he did so, he could feel the damp coldness continue to linger on his skin. It made him raise an arm from the covers to look at what was causing the feeling, finding that it was blood. Almost his entire lower body was covered in blood, but he didn’t feel any pain. So his eyes followed his train of thought and led him to look at his wife. He raised the covers more so, looking pass torn fabric to her bare skin and seeing it was also covered in blood. It was a miscarriage. Roland rose to sit up in the bed, moving his clean hand to push hair out of his face as he looked down at his sleeping wife. She looked troubled in her sleep, but Roland paid it little attention as he grabbed her arm and shook her enough to wake her. “Rosalind.” He spoke while moving out of the bed. “Wake up.” He said louder as he grabbed his robe and moved it on. “Rosalind, you lost the baby.” He said once he saw movement in the corner of her eyes. “I’ll go get the doctor.” Were the final words he spoke before leaving her there. He called a maid to fetch the doctor and to also get his bath ready as he left his wife to be alone. He had nothing to say to comfort her, and there were no loving affections that Roland could give her without stifling his own aggression towards her. So he left, leaving to his private area in the castle, no where near where his guests were staying so that none would see him as he walked around. The morning was off to a bloody start, and it seemed that his plans for the day would have to be shifted around accordingly.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 3, 2014 0:46:53 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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A distressed Rosalind lay in bed for hours, nearly delirious. Her lower stomach felt as though it were being ripped into. The pain was so great that she couldn’t cry. In the morning, a faint voice and a shaking woke the queen. Something wet and sticky feeling between her legs made Rosalind look down. The chemise was soaked in blood. Wicked, callous words from a spiteful husband confirmed the unthinkable. He left Rosalind in bed and called for a doctor. A maid came running. Apparently, her skin was ice cold and she was soaked in sweat. The doctor stopped the flow of blood before examining Rosalind. Unfortunately, she had miscarried. Rosalind stared in disbelief at the doctor as he delivered the news. She was carrying a child the day before and it was now gone. An overwhelming emptiness and sense of grief filled the room, but it was the doctor’s next words that truly shattered the queen’s heart. The doctor said she would never carry another child. He believed the incident had been so savage that she would not be able to conceive. There was no hope of ever having a child. It was impossible.
“Leave me…”
With heavy hearts, the doctor and maid did as they were told. They wanted to help, but their queen did not want them in the room. She sat up on the bed, staring at the ceiling, sitting in blood. The child had been her last hope. Roland had just taken way her last hope of becoming a mother. Rosalind’s world suddenly came crashing down. It was the most painful moment of her life. The sadness was so deep that it threatened to consume Rosalind. A baby, her baby, it was supposed to be in her wound, lay somewhere in the bed. She would never get to meet him or tell him that he was loved. There would be no toes to count, not boo boos to mend, no tantrums to witness, no little nose to kiss. Tears began to spill fourth. It would have meant the world to have Roland smooth her hair or hold her. Instead, she suffered the loss alone.
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I don't want expensive gifts. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and loved.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jul 3, 2014 1:05:54 GMT
Gregory spent the rest of the evening moving about the crowd getting a feel for those who would consider their loyalty to Rosalind above even Roland, he found a handful who seemed to consider to be a true goddess worthy of their supreme devotion. Without making any indication of his intentions he took mental notes and began to form his plan, by the time every one had retired to their rooms he stood on the balcony and prayed for Rosalind before retiring to his own room alone.
It took him sometime to fall asleep and when he did his dreams we’re plagued with nightmares of blood, not his but that of another. As he woke up from a poor night’s sleep he Sat in bed for several minutes as the nightmare replayed once more before finding a home in the back of his mind, once he forced himself out of bed he got cleaned up and dressed. Why did I dream of blood? Could it an omen or something more he thought to himself as he made his way from his room to look for Merek.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jul 3, 2014 2:02:25 GMT
Erin Willows Erin awoke feeling considerably better than she had the night before. Much to her relief and horror. The relief came in the fact that she no longer felt the urge to vomit and or spend more time than she cared for trying to spill the contents of her empty stomach. The horror was in the fact that she could think far more clearly now. She did not know when she would live down what she considered to be her failures for that night. She had let her guard down, that much she knew, even with the fact that she knew that Cid was in the room she should not have let herself be distracted by how ill she felt. But that was minor compared to the fact that she had made her king so uneasy. A spider, a spider... she couldn't believe that was all that came to mind... She knew from their looks that only Denton truly believed it.
She scrambled to get ready, waking up long before her King normally did, knowing that she had some spare time. It would allow her an opportunity to recoup and recover from the embarrassment she had the night before... She did what she alway did first thing in the morning, preparing herself for the day ahead. Normally she would visit her falcon as well, but left him at Luffnum for Roland did not enjoy the presense of animals in his castle. It was hard, she found, that she didn’t have her feathered friend to rely on... to vent to. Instead, she spent most the morning in her head, replaying the events of the night before in her head.
The more she thought, now clear headed for the most part, the more she realized that the meeting with the kings was not wise at all. Gregory claimed he had well intentions, and she believed he seemed to care about the Queen, but he had more to gain from this than just her happiness. He would not only remove himself of his competition, both for the woman he loves, and the kingdom that would keep him in check, but would be in a position to hold power over all three kingdoms. Trading one danger for her king,for another was not a wise idea to her. At least Roland, and his brand of evil danger was known. Erin did not know what threat Gregory would pose, if he posed one at all, but it was not a threat she felt comfortable with the idea of.
Knowing that sitting in her room was getting her nowhere, she thought she should go talk with Cid. She was sure that he too would have formed an opinion. His experience in these matters outnumbered hers both in years and practice. She decided that she would do just that and walked to where Cid had been assigned for the night and knocked on his door.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 3, 2014 5:06:33 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead
It was a restless sleep for Enguerrand that night. Though there was not much to think about, time away from his lab meant he was behind on his research and most of his night once the gala had come to an end was focused solely on catching up on his day’s work. He almost chose to stay up the whole night in order to make up for lost time, but exhaustion and the reminder that he would barely be able to work the next day if he was too tired pushed the advisor to sleep. Nevertheless, Enguerrand had a rather short night’s sleep of only four hours, arising early dawn to check in on his experiments. It was always habit for Enguerrand to start his day first and foremost by examining how his research was progressing. Changes could have occurred over night and it was best these updates be done as soon as possible. Another alteration could occur in that time he was away, so it was best he observe as soon as possible and collect all the necessary data before he could even think about breakfast. As he finished observing a small culture and checked the health of one of his lab-rats, a maid scurried into the room. She was one of the few females he spent “special time with” in turn for information, and this was quite a bit of info. Queen Rosalind had woken up with a pool of blood about her, and after calling for a doctor it appeared to be that she had suffered a miscarriage. Now she was left alone within her room, clearly in mourning. Enguerrand put down his clipboard and pen, his brows furrowing. He was not a man of emotion, if a most definitely cared little. Such was the reality of life; some females were just incapable of having offspring for one reason or another. But Rosalind was different. He figured this when he caught her almost ending her life. Rosalind was caught in a loveless marriage. She had the whole Kingdom adoring her, yet without that special person to hug her, kiss her, and call her sweetie or darling, she felt alone. Enguerrand’s presence and likely Gregory helped ease that feeling. However, Gregory resided in Twyford, and the fat advisor was not an emotional man. He could only offer the physical presence she yearned, the emotional she would have to look elsewhere sadly. Thus to fill that empty gap, Rosalind was sure that a child, a being to call her own, could do it. Not an illogical thought- it was said that children almost always loved their parents unconditionally when in the right household, and if there was an ounce of “love” in Enguerrand it was most likely directed to his parents. But that was gone now. This was to be her first child and potentially only child and it was gone forever nor would she be able to have a new one, or so the maid told him. Analyzing his clipboard, Enguerrand shooed the woman away and did a quick once-over before he exited his lab. Then he moved towards Rosalind’s room where the Queen still laid, as he was told. Enguerrand hesitated to knock or enter, not certain if his presence could alter anything. But left in a state like this could lead to dramatic consequences, and he was told that the only way to feel better was to get some form of condolence. “Rosalind,” Enguerrand called, “it’s me, Enguerrand. If you would like to speak…”
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 4, 2014 0:59:27 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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“Enter”, came a weak voice. Enguerrand opened the door only to find a ghastly scene. The bed covers lay on the floor where the maid had haphazardly thrown them to help the queen. As for the woman herself, she sat in blood. A ripped chemise soaked in blood clung to her body, which was also bloody. The doctor had tried his best to sponge off the queen, but she had sent everyone away suddenly.
“I do not know the reason the Holy Mother did not allow the child to stay and grow in my womb. It was a boy, a baby boy. I am certain of it. Why couldn’t he stay inside me a little longer?” The day Rosalind was told that she was, in fact, with child, she was blissfully happy. “Was my baby in pain? Did he suffer”, she looked to Enguerrand for answers. “It was so painful. So, so painful.” It was unclear if she was speaking about the miscarriage or Roland. “I felt his little spirit in my heart. I had a life planned. It’s a life that was cut much too short. Enguerrand”, she said looking at him. “Does he know? Does he know that I loved him even though I never held him, kissed him, or nursed him? Will I see him in my dream? Will I see the life we could have had? For the longest time I believed that I couldn’t conceive. I…I wished for him.” Rosalind spoke softly as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her voice, in fact, might have broken the heart of the most battle-hardened soldier. “Even though he has inside me for such amount of time, it was the happiest I have ever been. I will always love him.” Sighing, she looked down at the messy sheets. “No one will ever wish me a happy mother’s day. My little boy is in heaven, but my actions in this world won’t get me to heaven. I hope the angels will take care of my little boy for I love him beyond the moon and the stars.” Her thought process was labored and jumped from one thing to the other, but one thing was crystal clear, the queen was in a terrible emotional state.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 4, 2014 6:57:02 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead
To any other individual save for a select few he knew, the sight of the blood- from the sheets to her chemise, to her legs and body, would have been a faint-worthy sight. It was quite the amount of blood, and for a brief moment Enguerrand questioned if in her miscarriage she had possibly lost too much blood. But she did not appear to be bleeding anymore, and had her life still been in peril then Enguerrand would not have been here, at least not as a guest. He stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him, grabbing for a chair and sliding it just a bit closer to the bed. Rosalind had already started to speak, mentioning the deity in which their people praised- the Holy Mother. Already the conversation was growing uncomfortable for Enguerrand. He, though he would never admit it publicly out of fear of being ostracized and killed, was not a believer in this “Holy Mother”. For a deity said to grant miracles, create life and love all of her “children” equally, she seemed to be quite a spiteful creature. From children born limbless, to homeless men who wasted away on the streets, to the wealthy who despite their cruelty continued to amass gold- Enguerrand saw too much misery in the world to imagine that such a being could exist. Either that or they were wrong and this “Holy Mother” was little more than a monster who savoured in their suffering. But he presumed the former was more likely than the latter, since this “distribution” of good and wrong appeared quite sporadic. As a result though, talk of the “Holy Mother” and her influence made him uneasy. At any moment whenever her name was brought up either to question her motives or beg her for happiness, Enguerrand had to bite down on his lip. Telling a grieving woman who learned that she would not be having a child nor could produce one ever again that her god did not exist, that the death was likely an inevitable one and that her inability to have kids was but faulty biology was not a wise thought. “I am sure the baby was not in pain,” he preferred the term “fetus” but chose to stick with baby for this occasion. He did not add in exactly why, but hearing the details might sullen her heart more than it already was. At that he fell silent while Rosalind with shaken voice asked her questions. Did her child know she loved him, would they know of the life they could have had? Enguerrand leaned forwards and listened, unable to speak at first. Despite her messed state he took her hands, not one to be disgusted by blood. For a minute he held her hands, giving them a tight squeeze. It was troublesome to find the right words; he truly was not a man one could speak with emotionally. Death, miscarriages- these were subjects he had studied both at home and afar, and it all seemed part of the world. “I am not particularly good with words,” he began somewhat as a warning, “but…” brows furrowed, trying very hard not to slip into Enguerrand the scientist. “In life, in our world, death is an inevitable. The young, the old, the weak and healthy, no one can escape it. Not even those yet living…” Enguerrand squeezed her hands again. “One day I will pass on, as will you, and Roland. We live one life- one single, sometimes short life. We can wish for immortality, but such a concept may likely never exist. It is our world. Our sad, cruel, bitter world.”Enguerrand closed his eyes and thought for a moment. So far it sounded more like a lamentation of this miserable world than any hopeful promises. “Your son may have never been destined to live for whatever reasons, but you should hold onto those good memories. Our memories are all we have of those who have passed; it is the one way to immortality. Short as it was, you admit you were so happy to know you were to have a child. It is those memories which can remind us that this world is not as miserable as it may seem. It also acts a reminder of the possible, that perhaps in another world there is a you, with a baby boy who lived.” Enguerrand did what he could to smile, small as the gesture was. “So do not tell yourself such nonsense as having no place in heaven- our actions are meaningless, and should come from what is right. Not what is proper. One day you will see your son again.” Warily, carefully, he placed a hand against her cheek. “And I’m sure he knew you loved him very much. They say a baby will always recognize their mother’s heartbeat.”Still holding her hands Enguerrand looked down, slowly working the cogs in his brain. “I cannot say if my words will sway you to brighten, and despite what I can do- I cannot defy death,” he was a man of science, not a miracle maker. “The doctor has said you could not produce children again, correct?” He waited for the confirmation. “If you give me time, allow me to research and plan, I might have a solution. I cannot bring you your son, but I can give you another chance to have one. Give me this chance to try and give you a child.”It would be a difficult one, he had only dabbled in reproduction and fertility a handful of times and now he was promising Rosalind something which he had never attempted before. But by the gods that he did not believe in, he would defy what some would call impossible and find a way.
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Post by Miya on Jul 4, 2014 18:19:29 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
The next morning, Kiana woke later than usual, but it was still a more reasonable time than more royals even dreamed of getting up at. With the Sun shining through her private guest room, Kiana got out of bed and prepared herself for the day by first taking a relaxing bath that worked out the sores she obtained through wearing a dress that was more uncomfortable than her usual outfits. However, it was expected of her to be dressed a certain way as an adviser, one of the many downsides to being one of the few female advisors in all of Larita. Sometimes it felt like she was the only one that strived for more… Dressing in a more comfortable dress, Kiana set out in the morning to seek out her king. She walked the halls of the strange Didlington Castle by herself mostly, a few maids passing her politely as they went on with whatever business they were doing. She wondered what secrets the maids had in their back pockets, and if any of them were smart enough to use them for their own gain. She doubted it despite how Didlington boasted about educating all of its people. If the maids were well educated, they wouldn’t be working as maids in the castle. They were most likely from the poorest class of society. The thought about maids left her when she made it to her king’s bedroom, ready to knock on it until a servant came up and stopped her. “My lady, I apologize, but King Gregory asked for no one to disturb him this morning.” The male servant said quickly while bowing apologetically. Kiana didn’t mind this, and it certainly wasn’t her place to wonder why since she already assumed that he may have someone (or someones) in his bed to keep him company. No use in creating a scandal at another kingdom, so Kiana nodded her head. “Understandable, thank you for informing me.” She said sweetly before looking around. “Could you, by chance, direct me to where Sir Merek of Twyford’s room is at?” She asked before the servant agreed and led her away. It seemed that the knight wasn’t too far from his king’s bedroom, only situated a few rooms away. It was probably still far enough to worry Merek though as Kiana thought about it while knocking on his door. “He probably spent the night half awake with his ear to the door just in case something might happen.” She thought with a smile on her face. She liked how Merek was so nobel and loyal to his kingdom and king. She was drawn to him from the start when they were first introduced to one another. She hadn’t been an advisor for too long, but still he treated her with more respect than anyone else. He then became her good friend, someone she could confide in during the middle of the night when pressure was on her to prove herself to others. However, she never imagined that Merek would come to fall in love with her… The thought made her body tense and her cheeks to change to a dark red color. He had confessed his love for her only two weeks prior, but she was so stunned (more like unconscious) that she couldn’t give him a reply. In fact, what was she doing coming to him now? It had just become a habit, she realized as she turned away from the door, forcing herself to step away before it was too late. And then she heard the door knob turning. He was coming to answer! Kiana panicked, afraid to face the man that loved her without any idea with what to say. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about what to reply to him, but it seemed that every time she thought about it, her mind couldn’t fathom the idea that someone wanted to shower her with love on a daily basis.
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Post by final_wolf on Jul 5, 2014 1:02:49 GMT
Merek retired to his room shortly after Gregory had retired to his. He had lingered in the hall for a few extra minutes making sure that things where safe, before entering his own room. Technically he was 'off' duty in a sense, but for him not enough to really be at ease. Sleep would not come easy to him with all his worry, so he was not going to try for awhile. Instead, he moved the table and chair near the door so he could hear out into the hallway. He had brought a deck of cards with himself to help him stay awake longer. He played a few solo games like solitaire and paused every so often to hear what was going on in the hallway. A few times he had even opened the door just to make sure it was just servants.
It had been well into the night before Merek had fallen asleep. Actually, he had fallen asleep in the chair near his door. That was not unheard of for him. He just couldn't sleep with ease knowing that anything could happen to his king while away from their kingdom. The sun had already risen a little, by the time Merek woke up. He did look like he didn't sleep much. Besides the fact of him sleeping in the chair, his mind was running wild with what Gregory had proposed with Denton. He gave a yawn as he walked over to the mirror in the room to brush his hair. He had slept with his armor on. His eyes looked a little tired with bags under them. He shook his head as he splashed some water on his face.
Merek studied himself and then focused his mind to stay on task. They would be leaving today and he could rest once they got back. Maybe even have a drink or two. He turned his head when he heard a knock at the door. He walked over to the door and opened it. He saw Kiana there and that already made his day better. "Good morning, Lady Kiana. I see you look as stunning and beautiful as always." He smiled, but then remembered he needed to talk to her. "Um...I do believe I must inform you of some talks that went on while you were away last night, mingling." As much as he would have loved to just ignore the talks that went on last night, he couldn't. He had to share them with Kiana. She should have been advising King Gregory on the matter.
Once Kiana was in his room, Merek shut the door behind her. Merek was not one that was good at hiding his expressions when it came to something that was bothering him. He ran a hand through his hair debating what to say at first. "You know you shouldn't have left, King Gregory's side last night. He really could have used your advise." He frowned, but that was neither here nor there. He would leave it at that. "Lady Kiana," He hesistated. "I do believe you may already know, but King Gregory and Queen Rosalind...are together. In love, perhaps. Clearly that's not a very good thing for our kingdom. However, King Gregory asked King Denton for a private chat. Sir Cid and Lady Erin where with him. I...will admit I was not at his side at the beginning of the conversation, but I joined in listening to what he was proposing."
Merek placed a hand on his lower lip and chin as he gathered the conversations from last night. "King Gregory spoke in these words, 'Despite the fact that Rosalind is seen as a goddess among her people she lives as little better than a slave. I would make the truth known so that she might know happiness. If that means removeing Roland and putting Rosalind on the throne so be it'. He wants to find a way to make Rosalind happy and I am not sure he is going to be going about it the right way. I worry about...King Denton and how he will see this. And if word gets back to Roland, surely this will mean war." He frowned. He tried to keep it brief since he knew he should be by Gregory's side, he also wanted to enjoy himself even a little longer since he was with Lady Kiana.
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Miya
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Post by Miya on Jul 5, 2014 4:36:19 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana froze in her place when Merek spoke up, unable to continue in her attempt to escape. “Er…” She never knew what to say to Merek’s flattery other than a few mumbled words under her breath as she tried to figure out how to evade his approach. However, when he suddenly spoke of informing her of some talks, Kiana’s advisor mode switched back on and her desire to leave left her as she followed Merek into his room. “What do you mean by some talks?” Kiana asked before he told her that she should have left the King’s side last night. “What happened?” She asked as her annoyance for him not getting straight to the point rose. When he started speaking about Queen Rosalind and their King, Kiana looked off to the side and began thinking about what had been exchanged last night during her time by their king’s side. “He spoke with King Denton privately?” She questioned after it was mentioned before he continued to speak of who else was there. Annoyance now came to herself for not being there and having to hear what happened second hand. Finally Merek got to the more crucial point of the conversation, filling her in with what their king was planning for Queen Rosalind and King Roland. She went silent before taking a seat in the chair near the door. “He’s going too far…Actually confiding in another kingdom of his plan? Has he lost his mind? Since when has Luffnum ever done anything for another kingdom anyways? All they do is take what they can, barely surviving, and what use would Denton be to any master plan?” She ranted off as frustration overcame her. “You were right to tell me of these things. I must speak with King Gregory before we leave, and hopefully convince him to hold back on anything that could ruin the relationships we have been working so hard to build…” She said before taking in a deep breath. She held it in a moment before releasing it. A calming exercise that Merek had taught her to handle the stress of advising such a frustrating king. Honestly she would have preferred a king who was horrified to be a king than one who did what ever he wanted because of fickle feelings. It was vastly known that the king spent time with a variety of women, however it wasn’t well known how attached he could become to certain women. “This is such a headache…I wish the Queen never came to our Kingdom with her husband. None of this would have happened…” She sighed, moving a hand up to her head, rubbing at her temples. She went quiet as she tried thinking of what to say to her King before deciding that it wouldn’t help against a king who could be somewhat sporadic in his thinking. “Merek…” She called out softly to him, lifting her head up to look up at him. “Why can’t we have a king who’s more understanding of his kingdom? Why can’t he think of his people first before starting wars we cannot win?” She asked before raising a hand and shaking her head. “No, I know. I’m just asking rhetorically of course. I’ll take care of our king, and speak with him of alternatives he could pursue…” She spoke before looking back at Merek. She really did owe her friend an answer to his feelings. Despite how much it made her uncomfortable, she couldn’t very lie to her friend about how she felt now could she? He was always there for her when she needed him, and even after he confessed his feelings for her he was still willing to be by her side as he waited for a response. So she would have to tell him the truth that she wasn’t in love with. There was someone else she wanted to be with, even though that was starting to appear like a far-fetched idea. She looked at Merek with more determination before suddenly her courage broke and her face broke out in a bright red color. She turned her head away from him, covering her face from him so he would see, but most likely he already had. Her heart began to race as she tried to come up with some excuse to leave now. “S-So—! I better get g-going!” She stuttered out as she pushed herself to stand up and leave.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 6, 2014 3:32:51 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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"You are wrong. I deserve a place in the deepest pit of hell. I am to blame for Roland's rage. I am to blame to my child's death. I am to blame for all of it." Overwhelming guilt, it was yet another sign of the nervous breakdown. Crying easily and endlessly being the most obvious.
"My husband despises me", she said looking down at the sheets. "He was vicious, so vicious... The doctor said that he was wicked, so wicked that my body can no longer house another baby. I do not think that I can ever find joy again." Tears flowed freely as she spoke.
"Another child?", she asked looking up at him. "Don't lie to me. My heart cannot break into smaller pieces..."
Suddenly, her eyes grew wide. "Will you leave me too? I am all alone, all alone. My husband is miles away from me and my child gone. Enguerrand, you cannot leave me. You musn't leave me. What will I do? I will die." Though any other person might speak the words in agitated tone, Rosalind spoke softly, as if accepting her fate.
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I don't want expensive gifts. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and loved.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 6, 2014 4:50:56 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead
There was a clear emptiness in her eyes which, for arguably the first time in his life, caused his own heart to ache for hers. She was beyond being dismayed by the loss of her potential child. Rosalind was destroyed, her life collapsing around her. She could see no more good in the world, and was sitting on the brink of insanity. Enguerrand nevertheless kept his hands in hers, observing some mild life stir in her when at last he grew silent. Rosalind disagreed with his assertion and insisted with cold tears that there was no place more suitable for her than the burning bits of hell. His brows furrowed briefly, puzzled and worried by a particular line. The self-loathing and blame of her child’s death was reasonable, not logical but he could understand where such a belief came from. She was the carrier of a fetus with the potential to be a child and she happened to be the one to miscarry it. In her mind being the bearer of a child and yet failing to carry it was all on her because, of course, no other female could carry her child for her. At least, not with their limited understand of the human anatomy. So while Enguerrand could explain any number of reasons why the miscarriage occurred, to Rosalind it was little more than simply her fault. However, her initial comment of Roland’s anger being her fault was well more than just a little concerning. He understood quite well that the two rarely got along as a result of a marriage formed through politics, and likely the two had numerous fights as a response. But what did Roland’s anger have to do with the miscarriage? Except for perhaps being upset that he lost an heir, or upset that said heir was most definitely not his own, Enguerrand could see little connection to why she included him in this. If anything he would have expected her to have blamed herself for failing to provide a child for him, not that he was upset. Before he could ask she was once more speaking, speaking of how her husband despised her, of how vicious he was and… His eyes widened and his mouth gently dropped. Roland was a cruel man, at least cruel to those whom he imagined stood in his way for power. But to go so far as to physically force himself up Rosalind, it was an act even the calculating Enguerrand never imagined. His eyes gazed downwards and he was at a loss for words. So now he understood what had happened. Rather then letting his wife rest he brutalized her, and quite violently it seemed. This would explain the severe amount of blood staining the bed and her chemise. Her body and the fetus could not handle such a violent experience, causing it to be expelled and most likely damaging her reproductive organs to a point where it was unlikely she could have a child. “You should not doubt me.” Enguerrand replied when she asked for him not to lie to her. “It will be a difficult task for me, and it will require a great deal of study. But I will find a way.” Or so he hoped, as lying to her really would lead to a great breakdown which she would definitely not return from. Slowly rising to his feet, Enguerrand moved to pull her along though at a pace she was willing to do. “I won’t leave you. In fact, let us clean you up. You can join me in my lab today?” Until further notice he would have to stay with Rosalind at all times. Her cold, accepting words of death were a sign that isolation could… no would lead to an effort to commit suicide and being as he seemed to be the only emotional tie to her at the moment, he would have to take up that mantle as guardian. “You can pet your cat, remember him?”
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