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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 7, 2014 1:00:38 GMT
Erin Willows
And... ------Cid Sol Heiß ------
"Come in", he said looking up from the piece of parchment he was reading. It would soon be tournament season, and Cid had asked a copy of the lists.
Erin heard him and opened the door and saw Cid sitting by the window. "I hope I'm not bothering you." She spoke.
"No, not at all. I was simply reading the lists", he said standing from the window seat and placing the parchment on the desk. "I was hoping to speak to you before breakfast." Cid motioned for Erin to close the door in order to have more privacy.
"Alright," she noted and closed the door behind her. "I dont think Denton will up for a while, after last night... and I thought we should talk too."
"Denton", he said with a sigh. "I'm afraid the poor boy might never want to step foot outside Luffnum's castle ever again." Cid ran a hand through his hair, something he often did while thinking. "Erin, I had no idea Gregory would suggest the things he did last night. Had I know, I would never have entertained the conversation."
"I know," she responded. "It was not something I had expected either..." she sighed. "As for Denton, that's partially my fault." She admitted with a sigh of her own.
"Do not blame yourself. Our king was unfortunately caught in Gregory's web. It cannot be helped. We will take care of it once we are back home. For now, we have to think about what to do about the situation. As much as I hate the idea, I might have to speak to Kiana. That woman has ambition seeping out of every pore... quite dangerous. Nevertheless, she is closest to Gregory. If anyone has the ability to stop him, it is Kiana. I will inform her that Luffnum has no desire to aid the king in his endavours. Not will we utter a single word spoken at that table."
Erin nodded reluctantly. "I know," she bit her lip. "But I probably could have been a better ward." She didn't like that Roland was able to just walk up and pull Denton away, or that she was the one who fried Dentons nerves completely.
Shee didn't like the idea of him talking to Kiana either, but she also considered that they would be able to smooth things out between them. "That would be the most rational option. Surely she would understand. "
"Perhaps Merek should also be present. He seems like a rational man. I am certain that he realized the gravity of the situation as soon as Gregory opened his mouth."
Erin nodded though she liked the idea of talking to Kiana more. She knew that of all in the room, he seemed to emit the largest sense of disapproval. "He seemed just as unhappy aseveryone else present." She conceded. She had not much experience around the other knight, but he seemed more rigid after his king talked. "This whole thing just makes my head hurt." She admitted. "But Kiana and Merek would probably be the ones able to reason with Gregory."
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 7, 2014 2:03:08 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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"Please, never, never, never leave me", she said suddenly looking into his eyes. "I can join you? I would like that. Perhaps the shadows will speak to me." As a puppet, Rosalind allowed Enguerrand to help her off the bed. "I can play with my kitty cat, soft kitty, little kitty, little ball of fur. Roland doesn't like animals. He won't allow animals in the castle. Dirty, dirty, dirty creatures. They aren't allowed to step foot inside of his castle. Messy, messy, messy..."
Enguerrand called out for the queen's maid, who had patiently been waiting outside the bedroom, worried for the lady. A warm bath was to be drawn immediately. Once the task was completed, the maid helped Enguerrand lead Rosalind to the bathroom. It was a separate room with a grand bathtub, a large toilette-table with various beauty products used by the queen, a daybed, and several chairs. The maid helped Rosalind out of the bloody chemise and into the bath. It was a frightening sight, Rosalind sitting in water slowly turned red. A smile tugged at her lips. The queen no longer seemed present, she looked rather like a shell of her former self.
"Roland doesn't love me. He never has. He never will. My heart is made up of teeny, tiny, itty bitty pieces. Roland doesn't care. He never has. He never will. My life will end. Roland won't even notice. He never has. He never will."
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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 Miya on Jul 7, 2014 5:15:05 GMT
King Roland Tanner Langton
Roland went back to his bedroom without a second thought about his wife. Her misfortune was Mother Larita’s answer to his question if a son by another man should be raised as a King. It was ludicrous of Rosalind to think that by luring a man, other than her husband, to bed to produce an offspring would bring happiness to her life. Even if the child lived and grew up to be an heir, Roland would treat it just as badly as he treated Rosalind, if not worse. The thought of a child that wasn’t his own being allowed to live in a life of luxury that only Didlington could provide was an insult about Roland’s great name. He would rather oust Rosalind as a whore and cheater than continue a charade of living with some other man’s child. In quiet anger, Roland washed off the blood that was only on a small amount of his skin. He cleaned easily, and then freshened himself up. He never liked depending on servants for the majority of his care taking, but treated them fairly when it came to when he needed them. He had a hand chosen servant that personally helped him with collecting paperwork and testing his food for poisoning that he was greatly found of, and after having him for over fifteen years the servant was also ‘corrupted’ in others’ eyes. “Thomas.” Roland called out to his servant as he buttoned up his shirt. The older looking servant opened a secret door and entered the King’s private bedroom with a bow. “Yes, your majesty?” He asked while standing back to attention and awaiting his orders. “Tell me where I can find Enguerrand. I need him in my lunch meeting with Denton, and I would rather fill him in beforehand so I don’t I have to deal with his pondering looks.” He spoke before sliding on a black jacket that had gold stitching at its borders. “My king, I saw your advisor in passing to come see you. He was heading to the share bedroom you have with Queen Rosalind.” He answered, needing to specify which shared bedroom since Roland did have others he laid with from time to time. Roland paused in his buttoning of his jacket after hearing the words before looking back over at Thomas. “ So, he’s gone to see my wife? She’s probably a hysterical mess by now. He shouldn’t bother with such things. Have a handful of maids go to her side to take care of her and get her well rested in her room in a few minutes. I want to speak with Enguerrand first.” He told his servant who bowed once more before excusing himself. Roland then left his room, already dressed for the day before it was even officially ready. He had breakfast to eat, papers to sign, guests to see to before they left, and a rather valuable meeting to be held with Denton with his senior advisor. He had a few knights following him around at all times, but told them to wait outside the bedroom when he entered and looked around for his advisor. His eyes were initially drawn to the shared bed, it’s covers removed by maids already, but blood had still seeped into the mattress and was bound to stain it for good. He wondered if the maids would ask the stronger male servants to carry it out or not before he smelt something strange in the air. He went to the bathroom, and there he found his queen in the bath tub with Enguerrand by her side. “Ah, there you are.” He spoke to his advisor while crossing over to the tub. “Thomas said you would be here. You don’t need to trouble yourself with Rosalind, but I appreciate you caring for her.” He spoke before moving a hand down to touch the top of his wife’s head. “Lynn, you really mustn’t worry our advisor with your health…Although, it’s understandable right now.” He said in a casual tone of voice before running his fingers down her hair to rest on her bare shoulder. “ I’ve called for maids to assist you since I need to borrow Enguerrand’s time.” His eyes then flicked over to his advisor. As famous and knowledgable as the man was, Roland could easily have him removed from his position without so much as a fuss about it from the people. “Enguerrand, I have a lunch meeting with Denton this afternoon and need you to be present there. I might as well be making some use of you as my advisor.” He smiled before looking back down at Rosalind and seeing the bath’s color being to change to a more crimson hue. “Once the maids arrive we’ll leave you to rest. The doctor said that would be a key point in your recovering.” He explained before looking back over at Enguerrand, waiting to hear the man’s response. Roland didn’t have all day, after all.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 7, 2014 7:03:16 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead
Her words continued to grow more hectic and his concern for Rosalind’s mental health grew. She was well past the point of simply damning herself to hell and self-loathing. She was rambling almost incoherently, declaring Enguerrand to be an ‘alchemist’ through telling a story he heard. It was of an old man who practiced alchemy, struggling to find the philosopher’s stone and then the elixir of life- both of which he failed to do. “I will not leave, I promise.” His presence was all Enguerrand could do to keep the Queen from falling any deeper into disrepair. At least here she could talk to him and take comfort that someone who sympathized with her was nearby. “And yes. You can look at all of the animals I have, and pet them.” He said. Enguerrand trusted the maids could clean the Queen properly and moved to stand nearby. She continued to babble, this time about Roland not loving her. Over and over she repeated that he “never has” and “never will”, a twisted smile upon her lips. He gently bit down on his bottom lip, wondering if it was possible to help her. The only way he could, it seemed, was if Roland completed a total transformation from a cold, distant husband to a more caring, loving one. And that was a feat Enguerrand doubted would occur. Speaking of the man, he heard his voice come from the door and there Roland stood. He noted that Thomas had saw him head to her room, and mentioned that his presence was not need for Rosalind. He walked over to pat Rosalind on the head, a hand almost instinctively shooting out to grab at his. But Enguerrand instead cleared his throat and gained his attention again. More maids were coming to help Rosalind, and he was expected to join Roland at lunch to speak with Denton. This was the worst timing Roland had, deciding now of all times to have Enguerrand act as, well, an advisor. Leaving her now was a terrible idea, but Roland seemed to not care at all. “Roland, we need to talk.” He gestured for the King to follow and moved towards the room. He looked back to Rosalind. “I will just been in the bedroom, speaking with your husband.” Hoping she could hold out for a bit he closed the door and faced Roland. Usually Enguerrand listened, but right now the Queen had arguably gone mad and was likely at a mental state that might lead to urges of suicide. Leaving her to talk with the cowardly King off Luffum without confirmation that she could wait for him was too dangerous, and he had to explain very careful just why. Emotional appeal would do absolutely nothing to sway Roland. He was almost like Enguerrand, analyzing what steps were necessary to gain power. Of course he likely allowed emotion to interfere more than Enguerrand’s, such as raping Rosalind out of anger for her child not being of his own blood- though it was his own fault that she decided to have sex with others. But telling him that Rosalind was hurt and might kill herself over this incident was likely going to do nothing. So he had to point out just what harm might come to Roland should Rosalind die. The first problem; Rosalind dying would upset their people, leading to unrest and other conflicts. “I would suggest what plans you have to meet with the King of Luffnum be put on hold. At this moment, Rosalind is suffering a breakdown and it is my professional analysis that she is at risk of taking her own life should proper steps not be taken. I am aware that you may find meeting with King Denton for lunch to be more important than the sanity and life of your wife, but I would remind you that many of the citizens of Didlington idolize the Queen. Should she end her life over this incident, morale will drop and you may find it difficult to implement whatever plans you may have.”The second problem; people would likely hear about Roland’s choice to have a meeting over his wife’s health and this could make the people loathe him or find him cruel. Plus the meeting might not go as Roland had planned, if he expected himself to manipulate Denton. Even Enguerrand could not control Cid. “There is also the dilemma of your own status to the people. Maids and servants alike gossip, and I suspect that your decision to put a luncheon with the King of Luffnum over your wife’s health and safety will form a negative picture and opinion of yourself. This will also lead to further direst. Moreover, I am sure that Cid, the advisor of Luffnum, will be at the meeting. So if you plan to manipulate Denton, it will be tough to do so in the presence of Advisor Cid Sol Heiß”The third problem; locals would likely also hear eventually of the miscarriage and not displaying some form of misery over the issue might give off the wrong message. It may hint that Roland did not care for his wife, and might suggest to the locale something which would make Roland appear inept than Rosalind infertile. “The locale will also hear about the miscarriage in a couple of days if not by the end of today, and the people will not look at your choice to meet with the King of Luffnum as a greater decision than to leave your wife and not mourn the loss of your son.” The way he said it implied that Enguerrand knew about the truth of the child. “They will assume your first and now lost heir comes first, and any behaviour which can be interpreted as cold and unfeeling may give people the thought that you are a cruel King, or allow them to question the conception of the queen’s miscarried child.”The fourth and last problem; Enguerrand and likely a few others knew of Rosalind’s rape. With that knowledge, anything could happen such as blackmail or revenge if Rosalind died. They had to do damage control now while the issue was still hot, then to wait it out and appear to not care. “Some servants are also aware of what happened last night. They know what caused the miscarriage.” Again, careful hinting that he knew what happened. “This is the time to make a resolve and do what you can to solve this issue. Leaving it as is by having a few maids tend to your mentally broken wife will only look sloppy and cold on your part.”Enguerrand looked back to the door hoping Rosalind was alright in there. “I am aware that you may not think the locale’s opinions matter, but they are the ones who pay taxes, join the military, and support the Langton line. It is key that the people like you, both for your decisions and for you as a person.”Now all he had to do was find a way to get Roland busy so that Enguerrand could tend to Rosalind. “I suggest you plan to address the people of the miscarriage. But do not make mention of your wife’s potential infertility. I am planning to see if I can remedy this dilemma. I in the mean time will analyze your wife and attempt to stabilize her.”
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Post by Miya on Jul 7, 2014 22:55:10 GMT
King Roland Tanner Langton
If there was one pet peeve that Roland wasn't very found of, it was being led away when someone else desired it. However, Roland wasn’t going to make a fuss in the middle of the bathroom with servants and his crazed wife around. So he followed Enguerrand out of the bathroom and into the next room after Enguerrand made is clear that he was more reassuring to the queen than her husband was. Not like Roland could complain though as he stepped out into the open and moved his hands to rest on his hips while Enguerrand began speaking. The first words out of his famous advisor’s mouth were not the words Roland were hoping to hear as he was told to put off the meeting with Denton. There was no way he could do such a thing, not when another kingdom’s future was unknown and practically being asked to be conquered. Whether Rosalind decided to kill herself or not was of no consequence to Roland from the way he saw things. The people would be upset, naturally, but they would not look to Roland for blame. Their sick queen was absolutely devastated after losing her child, and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it to raise her spirits…Or at least that was what Roland was planning on saying should the occasion arise. Despite what Enguerrand said, there were many times when Roland’s status was in jeopardy, but had somehow become an uninteresting topic with a few simple key maneuvers. Of course his meeting with Denton could cause problems if it was leaked out that during his wife’s time of need he was in the middle of a business transaction that didn’t go as planned, and thus caused more harm than good (a long shot scenario to happen, Roland was sure). Still, appearing uncaring to his wife had caused him unwanted glances at the ball last night for simply not wanting to dance with her as soon as he entered in his normal glorious way. Strutting down the staircase as if he were a bachelor on the prowl, as his brother had put it. Roland’s amber colored eyes darkened a moment when the words ‘cruel King’ came out of Enguerrand’s mouth. Those words were always whispered around in the halls to the point they even entered his dreams on some nights. How was it a woman could ruin so many things by just her tears and misfortune? A hand moved up to rub down his face as Enguerrand finished speaking about how sloppy and cold he would appear from the gossip of maids. Truly Roland admired Enguerrand’s gift for speaking in a matter of fact way that didn’t waste his time, but now wasn’t the day he needed to hear such things. He lowered his hand from his face and looked back to the man when he spoke up again to drive home the point of how he must caring and give his advisor time to help his wife feel better. The last thing Roland wanted to do was allow his wife to feel any sort of happiness. “No.” He said before he even meant to. It slipped out, but Roland didn’t let his face show it was by accident. What kind of King misspeaks? “ I cannot postpone this meeting due to my wife’s condition, despite how much it hurts me to say so.” He said in a somewhat sadden tone for the sake of eavesdropping maids. “I love my wife no matter what the gossip says, and what happened today is not something I want to gloss over…However, there are more lives in this kingdom than mine or yours.” He stated before once again moving his hand up, but this time to rub the back of his neck as he feigned appearing distraught. “ Speaking with Denton is of utmost importance, and I actually wanted to talk with his advisor Cid as well since he knows more about the mines working…I had a commission in mind for Rosalind…Everyone admires her beauty, and in celebration of our first child I thought it would be a wonderful idea to create a piece of jewelry that would live down our generations and be a symbol of who she is. It cannot make up for the loss of a child, but the world should not be allowed to forget how strong and courageous my wife is.” He said, and noticed a few glances from passing servants from the corner of his eyes. If that wouldn’t pull on the heartstrings of his people then they were the cruel ones in his book. A sigh then escaped him as his hand moved to cover his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening…Yesterday she was happy and pregnant…And now…Now I feel unable to do anything for her. I need to work.” He stated in a determined way before looking back to Enguerrand. “And you must come with me. In this type of mindset I fear that my guard may be down and my brain too clouded to see any trickery that could befall me.” He lied with ease, continuing to sound like a man lost in the world looking for purpose. “Come, Enguerrand. We should leave Rosalind to get clean, I doubt she wants to remain in such a state…” He looked passed his advisor to the bathroom with saddened eyes, putting on a show for everyone before he turned his head away. “Come. Let us leave to my study now.” And with his order given, Roland turned to leave without looking back to make sure his advisor was coming. When he stepped out, he was greeted by his knights and Thomas before leading the way to his private study for Enguerrand and him to speak in private. The advisor who pay for his words another day, disrespecting him in front of servants and portraying as someone who cared for more for the queen than her husband. So what if some servants knew he raped his wife? Did they honestly believe he wouldn’t do the same to them if they allowed their lips to utter what happened that night? It wouldn’t be the first time he did something so cruel. The word made him smile as he closed the door to his study once Enguerrand was inside. “Now. Tell me how I can convince Luffnum to join my kingdom, and let’s not waste my time with slippery slope scenarios of what might happen. Do you really think I haven’t thought of them already?” He asked as he stepped over to his private bar off to the side before pouring himself a glass of brandy. “Also, I have other things to do today besides conquer Luffnum, but it is a rather important meeting none the less.”
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 8, 2014 4:04:44 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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"You don't love me. You never have. You never will. You never cared for me. You never have. You never will. You will leave. You always have. You always will.” Those were the last words spoken by the queen. Enguerrand and Roland eventually left the room. A maid washed Rosalind with great care. More warm water was brought into the bathroom, allowing the maid wash Rosalind’s hair. Slowly, two maids helped her out of the tub and dried her off. Rosalind merely allowed them to go about their business. First, a white sleeping gown was placed on her body, next a thin robe, finally a pair of stockings. Long locks were dried and brushed. Pillows were artfully arranged on a new mattress and new sheets, as the ones from the night before had been stained beyond salvation. They helped her to bed, asked if there was anything else they could do, and allowed the queen to rest. Allowing sleep to take hold, Rosalind slipped into the arms of Morpheus. Wild dreams tormented her troubled mind. Death waited at every corner, beckoning her to join. Tortured and oppressed, Rosalind awoke in a cold sweat. The room was empty. No one was there for comfort. Enguerrand had promised that he wouldn’t leave.
“He promised.”
Wearing only her nightgown, robe, and stockings, the queen set off toward Enguerrand’s laboratory. After all, he promised that she could pet all of his animals. It wouldn’t be such a strange sight, except for the fact that she wore nightclothes in the daytime and wore no shoes. Erratic movements led her around the castle. Up a flight of stairs. Down a flight of stairs. Down a hallway. Around a corner. Rosalind managed to get herself lost, ending up at a door she believed to be Enguerrand’s laboratory. She knocked softly.
“Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, soft kitty….”, she called out. Rosalind rapped at the door, which happened to be King Denton's room. "Open, please, please, please..."
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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 final_wolf on Jul 8, 2014 14:03:44 GMT
Merek Peter Hastings
Merek was glad when Kiana accepted to hear him out about the talks that he overheard. With Kiana here in person now, he could not be upset with her. He had been annoyed all of last night when she had left Gregory's side. Parties or any sort of gatherings where always a place for 'talks'. He had wished he would have been asked permission to speak at that meeting, but it had not been his place to do so. "King Gregory has ...lost it I think. At least for right now. I personally believe he is thinking with his heart more than his head right now. I am sure you have heard about him and Queen Rosalind, perhaps? King Gregory cares deeply for her and I think he will do what he must to...keep her." Merek had tried to figure out the best words. Gregory wanted Rosalind happy, but the best way to probably get Rosalind to be happy would be in his arms and away from Roland. Which then, that would cause an ungodly war.
Why couldn't the King just fall in love with a noble in his own kingdom. Falling in love with a Queen that was already taken, was a horrid idea. Men were protective of their 'woman' so to speak. They didn't like sharing nor did they like losing. Years ago, Merek had learned that lesson. He was eighteen at the time. He had gone to a tavern in the evening, spoke with a lady, and then shared a room. In fact this was only his second time sharing a room with a lady. He had thought nothing of it. He did not believe she would be married since she had not brought it up. Come morning, the door to their room had been knocked in. Red from anger, a man came in and started swearing up a storm. Poor Merek had no idea what to do in that situation. Crying out he had no idea, but that did little to comfort the anger of the man. Merek was lucky to escape with just a black eye, a cut lip, and a broken rib. He had fought back of course, and he did win, but that wasn't the point.
"It is more than just a headache, Lady Kiana. Love makes people do stupid things. Though I, too, agree that Queen Rosalind had never stepped foot near King Gregory." Merek would admit as well that Rosalind was quite stunning. Everything on the woman seemed to be flawless. Thankfully Rosalind was a noble. Had she not been she more than likely would have been sold to a prostitution ring or to a Master. Of course such things where prohibited against, but there were ways to get around the law. Though from the murmurs that Merek heard, Rosalind had not been happy for quite some time with Roland. Perhaps, Merek would go as far as saying he was just a Master to Rosalind than anything else.
Merek raised a brow slightly when she called out his name. Asking him why they couldn't have a different king. One who thought more about his people than his own welbeing. He agreed with her thinking. Merek, though, had never doubted Gregory like this before. Sure the King had given him headaches before, but none quite like this. Maybe if he was in a position himself, he would be willing to talk to the king. As a friend, perhaps. "I know how you feel, Lady Kiana. However, King Gregory, is just blindsided right now." Merek would not talk too ill of the King, at least not aloud. "I am sure you and King Gregory will come up with a different plan."
Merek saw Kiana starting to turn a bright shade of red, but turned her face away from him. He walked over to her and cut her off. "Lady Kiana, are you all right? It is not like you to just cut the conversation short." Merek frowned slightly worried about her. Maybe this whole conversation had just been too much. No, he doubted that was it.
Merek had already been t hinking of talking with Cid and Erin. See where their stance on this was. Maybe talking about it now might help Kiana. "I was thinking that perhaps we should talk with Sir Cid and Lady Erin." Merek always gave titles to the advisors or other knights no matter which kingdom. "I just think it would be wise. We do not know if they were willing to side with King Gregory or not. Either way, we should, perhaps, defuse the situatioin with them first before you talk with our King. Know where we are standing." Merek did not mind talking with Cid. On the rare occusion he had before, and he felt like Cid was a fair man. Perhaps much like himself. Erin, well he did not know as much about her. Though seeing the way she acted at the meeting, left him feeling like she was not as professional as she should be. That, or Merek just took to his job a bit too seriously. That wouldn't be the first, nor would it be the last, that he would hear of that. That was why, Merek had always enjoyed his off duty times. That was when he could relax.
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Post by Miya on Jul 9, 2014 0:47:16 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
In a hurry to flee where her heart was wanting to take her, Kiana found herself stopped by Merek standing in front of her. He asked if she was alright, and she wanted to say no and give him an answer to his love confession to her, but she couldn’t speak at all as he looked at her with his worried expression. She hated worrying him, and hated it even more so that she was the cause of him looking at her that way. She moved a hand up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear (which was just as red as her face) before hearing Merek offer an escape route for her thoughts. Did he even know what she was thinking about or did he just instinctively understand that she needed something else to focus on? Kiana couldn’t decide, but she felt guilty none the less. She was being a coward, and certainly not like any woman who could be loved. How did Merek come to love her then? Kiana wasn’t sure at all, but still she stared at the ground and tried to think. “I don’t understand.” She suddenly blurted out as the hand by her face moved to cover her eyes so she wouldn’t be able to see Merek’s face. “I don’t understand why you love me…I’ve never had anyone tell me that before, nor did I ever imagine someone so close to say such things.” No, that wasn’t entirely true since there was a time in her childhood when she hoped very dearly for a certain boy to look her way and promise to marry her when he was strong enough. However, those were childish dreams that could never come true, and part of the reason she avoid anything romantic like it was the plague. She didn’t want to be disappointed again or caught up in delusion fantasies where anything could be possible…So what was she doing with having an affair with a King form another kingdom? She wasn’t, she realized as her gaze fell to the ground. Once again she had been fooled, and not only that her virginity was gone and wouldn’t be honored. The rumors that the advisors liked to spread about her being a woman willing to do ‘anything’ to get what she wanted seemed more real than ever. She had lost herself to her childish dreams of being swept away by a prince, and her tears began to well up from the overwhelming sensation. “I’m a horrible woman.” She said softly before composing her as quickly as possible. It took only a few moments after her words before she lowered her hand and shook her head. “No, I should have just paid attention to King Gregory more closely. I’ll fix this.” She said, moving away from her personal problems to handle the situation at hand. “Sorry, it’s still sinking in. I can’t believe this. Speaking with Cid is a good idea in case he agrees with what King Gregory said. We cannot allow them to think that our King was in the right mind to make such a plan…Despite what the real relationship is like between the King and Queen of Didlington, we should never assume anything unless we are them.” She stated carefully before reaching a hand out to pat Merek on the shoulder. “Do you know where Cid’s room is?” She asked with her sweet smile that she used when her advisor mode was kicked in.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 9, 2014 1:00:16 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead
His words fell to deaf ears. Before he even completed his sentence Roland interrupted, uttering out a quick “No” before, in a clear show to those who could hear and see them, he proceeded to babble on about his “love for his wife” and how “it hurts him so” to put a meeting before a life itself. It disgusted Enguerrand greatly, and he wished he had taken the man to a private room. At least there he would not have to listen to this pseudo-caring speech of how sad it was that they lost their child, that some cheap stone was to be bought to “forge” a symbol of their love- all the crap which Enguerrand saw through quite easily. The no would have sufficed he pondered to himself, eyes naturally wandering towards the window in an attempt to find a distraction. Within a few seconds, Roland’s words were all but mute and his ears were instead strained to listen in on Rosalind. He could hear her mumbling about not being loved- likely a response to Enguerrand leaving. His eyes dropped and he wished he could spit in the man’s face, turn around and tend to Rosalind. But that was not how the event went. If it was possible, Enguerrand would have stayed where he stood. Roland would have left, and he would have returned to the bathroom to oversee that Rosalind was not attempting to scream, claw, and otherwise end her life as a response to his absence. However, it could be considered high treason to disobey a direct order and to ignore his duties as advisor. The presence of his knights who peered into the room confirmed his presumptions. With great reluctance, Enguerrand slowly followed after always keeping his distance. Today his mood was soured significantly and he saw this meeting as nothing more than wasted breath. What did Roland expect to accomplish? Denton never made any decision of his own; he observed it on multiple occasions. He also always had at least Erin, Cid, or both present at all times. If Roland truly thought he could take control of Luffnum by word alone, then perhaps he was losing his touch. Upon entering the King’s private study, Enguerrand located where the nearest seat was and flopped into the single couch. His arms were lazily crossed against his chest, foot impatiently tapping on the ground. Roland had moved to a small bar which housed a variety of liquors, pouring brandy into a sizeable glass for himself. Enguerrand was quiet, not bothering to ask if he could have one for he was still too troubled by this morning’s events to even have an inkling of a craving for alcohol. Eventually as he served himself, Roland asked how his advisor if he knew of a way to successfully encourage Luffnum to join his Kingdom. He also asked that Enguerrand not spend any time telling Roland the negative results of certain decisions, claiming he already had an idea. Nevertheless, he spent the time telling Roland that whatever he had planned, it likely would not work. “You will not convince Luffnum to join your Kingdom.” Enguerrand was not in the right mindset to tackle a dilemma such as convincing another realm to join with them, but even if he was in higher spirits he doubted that he could come up with a successful answer. “If we ignore that they have been trying to stay independent for quite some time, and if we ignore that Cid always decides what is to be done and not the King of Luffnum, you still would fail to get them to join because you are asking that a Kingdom in essence surrender their power to you. You can call it a pact, or union, whatever you want- it won’t matter because Cid will see through your lies and reject any offer which otherwise will cause them to surrender their freedom.” Enguerrand was not going to sugar coat it, mostly because he was frustrated to be here wasting his time for a meeting that, as far as Enguerrand felt, would go absolutely nowhere save for possibly frustrate Roland that he did not get his way. “The only way you might be able to get them to listen is to have Twyford back them into a corner. If they feel as if they are going to be forced to join with Twyford, they might be more willing to join with you so long as you make it clear that there is no plan to do the same to them. Otherwise, you will be wasting your time meeting with Denton. He will have Cid there, Cid will do all of the talking, and he will reject every offer you have.”
Enguerrand had heard a lot about Cid and the man was intelligent. He knew not to trust Roland, and would likely find some way to avoid having their king cornered in this meeting. The only way Cid might find it reasonable to join Luffnum with Didlington was if a similar scenario was pushed by Twyford- that is, they were being pressured so much to join Twyford that they would form an agreement with Roland to unite the two Kingdoms. “But that is likely not to happen. I observed Gregory, Denton, Erin and Cid meeting last night,” at least the start of it, “and I doubt they met to discuss the same issue. As far as I can tell, you’re wasting your time even thinking about talking to them.”
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Post by final_wolf on Jul 9, 2014 1:12:20 GMT
Merek Peter Hastings
Merek had watched her. Clearly she was in thought, about what he might know. He had choosen to ignore it though for now, since now had not been the right place to discuss such feelings. Not when there were other serious matters to worry about. He had been waiting two weeks, surely a little more time would not bother him. At least until they were back in Twyford. Then, Kiana finally blurted out she didn't understand. Understand what? He watched her place her hand over her eyes. Just what was going on in her head?
"I love you because you are you, Kiana." Merek perhaps goofed by not adding Lady in front of her name, but at this moment, he did not care. He wanted her to know that he was speaking from his heart. "You are beautiful, inteligent, and everything else. I could stand here listing everything that I love about you and it would take me days to finish." Perhaps it wouldn't be days, but he would easily spend endless hours naming so much. He loved her blue eyes, her smile. The way she walked and talked. How she had always been so calm. "You are not horrible at all. You have taken my heart, and no horrible woman could have done that. If I must, I will make sure I prove to you every day that I love you." If he had to, he would come up with romantic gifts or ways for her to see. Single roses, or kisses at the right moment, or even just a simple candle light dinner. He would do all that and more to make her realize that he loved her. As much as he held his King's life precious, he saw Kiana more precious than the king. A foolish thing for certain, but it was the truth.
When Kiana, finally lowered her hand she started talking about the later part of the conversation. About what they should do to make sure things where all right with Luffnum. Merek hoped his words would sink in though, knowing it may take some time. "I am sure we will make sure things stay calm with Luffnum and Twyford. And of course. You are right, assumption usually ends badly." He smirked a little at that part, recalling his earlier thought on when he had slept with a married woman. Clearly he still assumed though he tried not to do so. Maybe it was easier not to assume for him when it had come to the ladies rather than someone else. When Kiana touched his shoulder he smiled softly, giving a nod of the head. "Of course." Merek knew where the main rooms where for everyone. That was just a precation more than anything. He was sure that the knights in this kingdom along with those in Luffnum knew where most 'important' rooms where. "I will lead us to Sir Cid's room then."
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 9, 2014 2:06:35 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
King Denton Andre Lywood Denton had a hard time sleeping that night. He was so petrified about the incoming meeting with Roland that his stomach twisted into knots. After some time of twisting and turning he did eventually fall a sleep, though to make up for the lost rest he was still sleeping despite the castle already waking up. Alas his sleep was disturbed by a knock at the door, to which after putting on his robe and slippers he walked towards to answer. The opened the door, stunned to see Rosalind. "Ah! Ro-Rosalind, what are you..." As he looked at her, something was off. She seemed different, strange. It was very concerning.
As the door opened, Rosalind’s eyes opened wide. “Where is my kitty? ” The queen stepped inside. First, she looked under the bed. The, she looked in the wardrobe. Finally, she looked under the desk. “Kitty, kitty, kitty, where is my kitty?” Turning to face Denton, her features wrinkled into a frown. “You are not my Enguerrand. No. No. No.” Walking closer, she looked into his eyes. “You are the boy king.” Yet another character was added to the list of protagonists in Queen Rosalind’s mad delusions. History told of a young king who inherited the throne at a very young age. Though the cause of his death was never confirmed, it is believed that a rival king had him murdered.
“Flee, flee, flee. You must flee. Faustus, roams the hall. He sees all. He hears all. He feels all. He will find you. He will threaten you. He will murder you. Come, come, come, you must flee…” Believing Denton to be in immediate danger, she took his hand.
Denton stumbled aside when Rosalind, asking where her kitty was, proceeded to search his room looking high and low for her pet. He stayed quiet and watched for a bit, the hairs on his neck standing on end when she turned, looked at him, and proceeded to frown. She noted that he was not her "Enguerrand" and walked closer, backing Denton up against the wall. Looking him in the eyes, she called him the "Boy King". "Ah, I'm a man now but..."
He looked away, then back to Rosalind when she begged him to flee. She spoke of Faustus who roamed the halls, see all, hears all, that he was after Denton, would kill him, and that he had to go. Too naive and extremely unsettled, he let Rosalind take his hand and followed after, water forming at the edges of his eyes.
Hand in hand, Rosalind and Denton set off into the halls of the castle. Up stairways and down. Past several hallways. At some point Rosalind stopped, looking up at Denton. “Vicious, calculating, evil. Always, always, always. I do not wish to see you harmed. You are young. You are innocent. You do not deserve his wrath. I do. I always have. I always will. Come…”
Again, they started walking the walking the halls of the castle. Voices caught her attention. “My Enguerrand…” In her crazed state, none of the knights knew what to make of the queen. Every single one hesitated. They did not stop Rosalind as she headed into Roland’s private study. Seeing Roland, she dropped to her knees. "You musn’t harm him. Please, please, please…” Rosalind began sobbing.
Tears streaked down his eyes as he could not say anything. Was she crazy and he was in danger now, was she telling the truth and he was in extreme danger. She rambled on, pulling him through several hallways, up and down stiars. Denton was quiet, sniffling at times and stumbling along as Rosalind pulled him along. After some time of being dragged through the castle she spoke Enguerrand's name and hurried along in a particular direction.
This one had knights standing before the door, but they were so stunned about Rosalind's arrival that both Denton and the Queen entered the room. He stumbled to the ground when Rosalind fell to her knees, begging for Roland not to harm him though the "him" in this was questionable since it could be about Enguerrand or himself.
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Post by Miya on Jul 9, 2014 14:30:02 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
”Wait.” She said once Merek began leading the way. “Just wait a moment.” She grabbed his hand with both of her’s, and pulled him back towards her so he couldn’t open the door just yet. The sweet words he spoke when he told her how he loved her made her heart swell tenfold to the point it caused a decision to come to mind. “I want to give you my heart as well. “ She said suddenly, but in a serious enough way to show she wasn’t messing around. “You’re a kind and gentle man, and it would be foolish of me to not take advantage of the love you give me.” She smiled in a more sincere way even though her mind was still unsure of her words. She wasn’t sure if she really loved Merek, but she could see a realistic future with him. One where she didn’t get hurt because of some wild imagination she had. She wasn’t going to be swept away, nor was she going to be living happily ever after with her prince…But it would out with just the two of them. “I love you too, Merek.” She blurted it out. “I don’t want you to have to wait another moment to hear my reply, and I apologize for making you wait so long.” She explained before slowly removing her hands from his as her face grew red once more. “…I would also like to propose a few dinner dates before talking more about our future together…” She said, eluding to the prospect of marriage after getting a chance to speak more ‘romantically’ with one another. However, the thought of marriage didn’t want to stay long as she reached a hand back out and grabbed Merek’s. She held his hand firmly, showing she was more than happy to do so. “You may take me to Cid’s room now.” She smiled while looking off to the side before following Merek’s lead, not releasing his hand the entire time until they arrived at Cid’s room. If it wasn’t for a matter of wanting to look professional, Kiana would have held his hand the entire time since she was sure it made him happy that she did. She knocked on Cid’s door before clearing her throat and announcing herself. “This is Kiana Everton wishing to speak with the advisor of Luffnum.” Her voice loud enough to hear pass the thick wooden door. Her eyes then found their way over to Merek as she waited for Cid to answer, a smile coming to her lips as she saw her future with him. He would be a kind husband, and they were both already respectful of the other’s position in the castle. It was unlikely he would ask her to stop being an advisor, and no matter how much it worried her about him being a knight protecting the life of another, she would never ask him to quit his job either.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 10, 2014 23:01:59 GMT
Cid Sol Heiß
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A knock at the door alerted Cid to the presence of a third party. The voice was that of Kiana Everton, advisor to the king of Twyford. Walking toward the door, he opened it to find Kiana and Merek.
"Lady Kiana, Sir Merek", he said offering both a smile. "This is quite a fortuitous meeting. I was hoping we might have an opportunity to speak today."
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Post by Miya on Jul 11, 2014 2:49:56 GMT
King Roland Tanner Langton & Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
It was clear to Roland that his advisor was less than pleased with him taking the other man away from Rosalind, and if Roland cared about his wife he was sure he would be concerned too. However, that wasn’t the case nor was it really Roland’s intention to obtain Luffnum’s entire kingdom. Managing two kingdoms seemed like a nightmare, and it was likely that the poor country would only disintegrate further into debt until it turned on itself. So no, Roland didn’t want the dirty, poor, and old Kingdom of Luffnum. What Roland wanted was access to their mines, but letting out such a little detail would rise suspicion in his true motives. Thus it was better to annoy his advisor than have the fat man on to him. “I see.” Roland said after taking a moment to contemplate what was told to him as if it were rather daunting task that he hadn’t realized. It wouldn’t hurt to make Enguerrand feel like he won some insignificant battle against Roland when in actuality Roland had placed the pieces in the exact right places that they needed to be. So he nodded his head before taking another sip of his drink. “Well then I’ll cancel the meeting. How silly of me.” He remarked before glancing off to the side. There was a thought of sending Rosalind away to their summer mansion for her to recover from her loss, and to also isolate her from those that cared. However, the thought left as soon as it came since it meant he would have to go with her to make it appear more convincing that he was a caring husband… Then the door to his study opened and in a flurry of mindless talking, Rosalind entered and then fell to her knees, dragging along with her the young King Denton. Only a single eyebrow rose in curiosity as he looked at the ridiculous scene that unfolded in front of him and Enguerrand. This was completely insane behavior, grounds for any king to call his wife away by a team of doctors to rush her off to the nearest white room where she would no longer be seen, but instead Roland looked over at Enguerrand. “Don’t go to her.” He ordered before setting his glass down and moving over to where Denton and his wife were. “Denton…You’re safe, I assure you…” He said in a calm and understanding tone as he lowered himself down to kneel beside the young king. “Rosalind.” He spoke in an even softer tone as he locked eyes with his wife who was sobbing and indeed terrifying the man she dragged in with her. “Rosalind, you are unwell. You should be resting.” He looked at her with troubled eyes before reaching his hands out to stroke her gently on her arms. She was clearly out of her mind, so the best way to handle that was to do things out of his characteristic as well. It also didn’t hurt him since he appeared to be a more caring husband, but hopefully to crazy Rosalind he would also appear to be the husband she always wished for. “My beautiful wife…I’m so sorry for leaving you.” He moved his arms to wrap around her, pulling her in for a warm embrace. “My Rosalind, how I love you. I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave your side again. I didn’t mean to worry and hurt you.” He whispered in her ear before looking over to Enguerrand. “Take Denton out.” He mouthed to the man, so not to alarm his wife that he still held firmly. “No, no, no”, she cried out. Rosalind tried to break free of his grasp. “You don’t love me. You never have. You never will.” The words were spoken in a soft, sad tone. “Please, please, please don’t hurt me anymore. No more. No more.”"Rosalind." He looked hurt as his eyes portrayed that of a man whose love was dying in front of his eyes. However, his grip remained firm on her so that she couldn't latch herself onto another poor unsuspecting soul. "Rosalind, please don't say such hurtful words. I would never hurt you. I will always love you, no matter what." He spoke before pressing his lips gently against her cheek as one of his hands laid carefully over her stomach. "I'm so sad that our son is gone...But I can't lose you too. Please hear me, my wife. My love. I want you to stay with me forever.”“Don’t lie. Please, please, please don’t lie.” Tears streamed down Rosalind’s face as Roland kissed her cheek and placed a hand protectively over her stomach. These small gestures, indications of intimacy and love, were precisely what the queen craved from the beginning of the marriage. Part of her wanted to believe he meant every word, but another part urged her to be cautious. Faustus was a known fibber. “Heartless…” It wasn’t clear if the queen was calling him heartless or indicating that was no longer able to feel anything. “Painful…” This time, it was obvious she referred to both his words and actions from the night before. “Cruel…” Rosalind desperately clung to Roland. “The shadows, they call to me. Come, come, come… They know you don’t love me. You never have. You never will. But I have always loved you. I always have. I always will.”Roland silently held his wife in return as she clung to him, pulling her close before lifting her up to a stance with him. "My loving queen. I adore you." He whispered to her before moving his arms to pick her up and carry her. He paused a moment to turn to his advisor with a stern look before turning away and leaving his study, carrying Rosalind with ease as his knights followed from a distance. "I'm not going to leave your side again. I'll be with you for the entire time today." He assured his wife in a comforting tone of voice. “I won’t believe them, the shadows”, she whispered. Rosalind seemed calmer as Roland took her into his arms. “ I have always loved you. I always have. I always will”, she said resting her head on Roland’s chest. He carried her away from everyone, isolating her from the one man that could possibly make her feel better, to his room. The king’s bedroom was nothing special other than it was larger than the other rooms in the castle. He decided to take her there since it would be a more calming ground than their shared room and it would show to onlookers (which there were many) that he was a kind and caring husband who didn’t want to leave his wife alone. His knights stood outside his door as he gently placed Rosalind down on his bed, laying down beside her since it was clear the woman didn’t want to let him go. He kept his arms wrapped around her, holding her close, but being careful of her sore body as he allowed a small sigh to escaped him as he laid his chin against the top of her head. “Rosalind…You aren’t feeling well, so it would be best to lay here with me. We’ll just lay here together, my queen. I won’t go. I won’t leave you again.” He spoke softly as a hand moved up to stroke her hair, treating her unlike he ever had before.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 11, 2014 7:36:10 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead King Denton Andre Lywood With but a twitch his eyelids lowered just a minute amount into a barely noticeable glare. Roland might have thought that Enguerrand would have accepted his defeat willingly and happily move on with his day, but deciding to cancel the meeting so quickly, and with such an odd remark as “how silly of me”- it was all quite suspicious. Moments ago the King had to order his advisor just to get him to discuss the conference. Now he was agreeing and deciding to cancel what was earlier considered an important discussion with Denton? He questioned if perhaps he was wrong about what Roland intended to do with Luffnum, and that whatever he said had been enough to confirm something Roland already knew. Or perhaps he did this just to torture his wife. If he knew that Gregory had been the father of their miscarried child then surely he could have detect the adultery between Enguerrand and Rosalind. To if he did, that would explain his efforts to keep him away. As both a way to upset Rosalind and punish Enguerrand, though in all honesty the only one he was truly harming was Rosalind- if he was doing this to hurt them at all. Enguerrand was surely worried; there was no covering up his concern. But to assume that he would feel his life forfeit because he was isolated from her was absurd- he had many women he could lay with. Rosalind simply happened to be one who, of those he knew, suffered the most thanks to her societal roles and thus allowed Enguerrand to sympathize for her. No sooner did she come to mind that the door swung open and two figures in their robes entered the room. The first was Rosalind who quickly fell to her knees, then following after was the teary-eyed and clearly petrified Denton. Enguerrand stood in preparation to tend to her, concerned that she might have done something terrible in the time that he was gone. However, she simply babbled, begging that “you” musn’t harm “him”. He presumed the “you” was directed to Roland and the “him” for Denton. The advisor stepped forwards to help but Enguerrand commanded he stay where he stood. He was forced to listen as again, knights stood nearby, and thus could only watch as Roland moved closer. He assured Denton was safe and bent down to look at Rosalind, and then in a soft tone with eyes gazing into her’s, he told her she was unwell and needed to rest. Once more bile rose up his throat. Enguerrand had always thought that he could be a cruel one, having felt that emotions like love were but silly things that caused more harm than good. But he also did not believe in manipulating one’s emotions, or to lie and mistreat a woman simply because she was better there as an empty doll and figurehead than as a living being. Enguerrand mentally cursed himself for already thinking so emotionally. Before today he usually viewed such scenes of false love with apathy, but then again Rosalind was also of a working mind to bite back if Roland snapped at her. Here, it was as if he was manipulating a child, using her unstable mind and weakened body to his advantage and emphasizing this false love and care to control her. Perhaps that was what made him find Roland particularly vile- that he was harming and tricking a mentally unstable woman to listen and follow him about. Not that she was wilfully agreeing with him. Despite his repeated “loves” and “stay with mes”, she continued to say he was lying and that he never would love her, even though she loved him. It only reminded Enguerrand of why he never dedicated himself to such emotions. It was easy to just not put such effort into “love” than it was to do so and be disappointed when rejected. Plus there was the downside of having to consider the feelings and intricate societal rules to romance- it was all too much, too tedious, and dull for Enguerrand. Despite the silent order to guide Denton away, Enguerrand observed their interactions. He stood there watching until the last glare shot at him by Roland. Then the two were gone, Rosalind too blind by Roland’s saccharine sweet words to remember or ralize that the man who was carrying her away had also been the one who raped her so violently, he caused a miscarriage and the loss of her ability to conceive children. Now alone with Denton who sat there, Enguerrand debated whether to leave, take him to his room, or take him to Cid. He was quite done with this emotional bluster this morning and simply wanted to redirect himself to the labs where he could ignore this nonsensical chaos and return to what made sense. But leaving Denton a snivelling mess would look bad, and if Roland really wanted to have a better chance of getting on Luffnum’s good side, then perhaps helping Denton might be the first step. Quietly walking over, he grabbed the other’s arm, lifted him up and moved out of the room. When asked about his advisor and knight’s whereabouts, Denton relayed to Enguerrand the room and the two were off. By the time they arrived Kiana and Merek were there two. He considered asking why they were all gathered, but he was still flustered and frustrated over the earlier ordeals and so he just walked up, pulling Denton along. “There was a bit of an issue earlier. The meeting is cancelled today.” Enguerrand pushed Denton gently towards the group and stepped back, wishing to be back in his labs. In all honesty, he was feeling a little nauseous at the moment. He had to try and keep Rosalind sane, aware that she might try to hurt herself again if she felt as if her world was hopeless. But then he had to also follow orders and play the emotionless advisor who had not stakes other than himself. To be sweet to Rosalind, and yet logical to Roland; friend to the Queen and loyal advisor to the King- and any mistake he made would result badly for one of them… “I might consider you offer after all, Kiana.”
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