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Post by Miya on Jul 11, 2014 17:32:40 GMT
 Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana waited until the door opened before putting on her ‘advisor look’ which mostly consisted of looking more stoic than anything else. From what she had noticed over the years as an advisor was that smiling and playing nice showed weakness in the eyes of the male advisors, so she constantly had to look like she thought she was better than everyone in order to gain a different reaction. “From what I understand of what happened last night, us speaking is most welcomed indeed.” She responded to him before stepping into the room, Merek following behind her as she looked over at Erin who was in the advisor’s room. No immediate thoughts came to mind when she looked at the female knight, so she looked back to Cid as she moved her hands to rest cover over one another in front of her waist. “Cid.” She started, not finding a need for formalities at this point in time. “I wish to extend my apologies for what our King spoke of last night. As you may well know, he tends to drink more than he should, what with him being a young man in power. His decision making skills become impaired greatly from such a thing, and it was partly my own fault as well for not being at his side to make sure he did not say such outlandish things.” She explained in a calm and even tone of voice before giving a slight bow of her head. “ Please forget what our King spoke of last night and the things he suggested.” She spoke with more feeling in her voice with these words before straightening herself up. “With that in mind, thank you for hearing us out. I can only give you my word that King Gregory will not be acting upon the words he suggested. I—!” Her voice was cut off by the sudden opening of the door and an unusual pairing of King Denton and Advisor Enguerrand walking into the room. It was clear right away that Denton was upset about something. What that something was could be anyone’s best guess since it was very well known how upset the King could get over the littlest of things. Kiana stepped over to follow Enguerrand only out of curiosity before he turned to her and made the comment of considering her offer in a more serious way. Kiana didn’t rejoice in this outwardly, but internally she was practically jumping for joy that one of her spur of the moment ideas had come to reward her. “Thank you for the consideration.” She simply said before looking over at King Denton and Cid. “We’ll leave you all be. Come, Sir Merek.” She said to the knight before leading the way out of the room. She had a million thoughts run through her mind as to why such an unusual pairing took place and what made the King so upset, but Kiana had an even greater task to endure first as she led the way back to her own room. “We’ll need to speak to King Gregory soon. However…He may not be in a state that a lady can walk in on.” She said to Merek, hopefully getting across that she didn’t want to walk in on the King if he had company in his bed. “Would you mind waking our king and asking him to come to my room afterwards? I’ll ask the servants to set up some coffee for him to drink so he’ll be willing to listen.” She said with annoyance clearly in her voice. It wouldn’t be the first time Kiana dealt with a hung over King, and faced a man that wasn’t willing to talk. |
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 15, 2014 0:38:01 GMT
 King Roland Tanner Langton & Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
A tender caress and a kind word lulled Rosalind into a tolerable state. “Lies…lies…all lies…” The queen lay in bed, holding onto Roland as though he were a fiction of the imagination. “You don’t love me. You never have. You never will”, she whispered. “Lie to me.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Past, present, always. I love you.” Years of pain poured out. If Roland ever doubted Rosalind’s devotion, he certainly would never have to again. Even in a deranged state, she was professing her love for the king. “I wish you’d love me.”
Roland held her close, stroking her hair still as she rambled on words that spoke close to home. It was never a secret about how Roland felt towards his wife, but it did make him wonder from time to time why he couldn't at least lie to her like he did to everyone else. Perhaps it was because she was his wife and he put his faith into her not turning away from him even when he showed his true colors. Perhaps that meant, in some psychotic way, he did love her. However, it wasn't the kind of love she wanted. Nothing Roland ever did was what she wanted. "I love you. No one else. I need you, and only you." He whispered above her head as his dark cold eyes stared off across the room. All she wanted were these words, and he could at least indulge a crazy woman with them for a few hours.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty lies”, she sighed. “You don’t need me. You never have. You never will.” Rosalind seemed to hold on tighter as she continued speaking. “I’ve always needed you. My king, my husband, my life… My heart, my life… I am yours… You are all I have.” Hardly ever allowed to visit her family, she longed for Roland’s love. “You are everything and nothing. A void fills my heart. It aches for you.”
His eyes closed as she spoke, resting his chin against her head as she held on tighter to his body. There was a void in her heart from losing a child, not because of him. There was no love from Rosalind, only manipulation. She was treated kindly at first, but soon she learned of her husband's true character, and from there she remained at his side. She did what was expected of her. However, it wasn't until recently that she truly acted on her own accord by seducing a king to give her a child. He hated her for that. "I love and need you, Rosalind." He said softly to her.
“I am nothing without you… Nothing.” The last word was strained, painful. “My life is yours.” Indeed it was, for Rosalind was certain to keep up the façade of a happy marriage on his behalf. “My body is yours.” Rosalind quietly put up with his abusive behavior from time to time, having accepted it as a normal reaction for her insolence. “My heart is yours.” Sadly, the queen held out hope that one day he might change for the better. “You have caused me deep, deep, deep pain… Still, I love you. I will always love you.”
He wanted her to stop talking. Wasn't she tired by now anyways? Her words were an annoyance, and he couldn't get them to go away. "I am yours, as well." He replied, but knew himself that he wasn't. He was no one’s but his own. He didn't want her to love, but at the same time he needed her to... "Rosalind, sleep." He cooed to her, brushing his lips against her forehead. "You need your rest. I'll stay right here, but please sleep."
“I have never pleased you. I never have. I never will.” Those were the last words Rosalind before succumbing sleep. Even in slumber, tears streamed down her face. A mixture of heartache and longing for the affection Roland had never shown his wife.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jul 15, 2014 1:55:56 GMT
Erin Willows
Erin had heard about the saying of speaking of the devil, it was a very simple idiom that seemed to ring more than true then. no sooner than they had finished talking about talking to Merek and Kiana did they show up at Cid's door. She didn't know it was them, till after Cid had invited them in but, that in reality didn't matter. Immediately, she mentally brought herself in to the next level of awareness. She noticed Lady Kiana enter the room and glance over her, Erin for the brief moment their eyes met gave a faint smile and nod of her head.
Kiana needed and took no introductions and addressed Cid in a eloquent way to ignore the King's proposition the night before. She did not know nor care in reality if Kiana intentionally over looked her, something that would have bothered her before she became a knight. But her teacher once told her it was alright to be overlooked, as a soldier and a knight, it was sometimes better to be considered not to be a threat. It was her mentor's teachings as well as well as her own mental reminder she was a knight that let the possibilty of being ignored to slip right by. It helped that Kiana also came to the point and stated the matter that they were all worried about.
Her words were the ticket out that they were going to ask for. Even more so with an apology and words that spoke that she took on part of the blame for her King's actions. Erin felt her brain sigh with relief and looked at the woman before them, for so early in the morning she was completely stirred up. While the gesture was nice, that she was going to explain her presence being there was not enough to stop Gregory from announcing what he did. He was a man that had been love struck and no amount of advising can reason beyond what a king desires and plans to do.
She heard the door open and looked to see Enguerrand enter with Denton. She felt her stomach plummet at the sight of her king; in his present state standing next to the Didlington Advisor. She barely hear what Enguerrand said, and acted on impulse putting herself between the people in the room and her King, and with a gentle hand and arm guiding him to a chair. "Your majesty," she spoke just loud enough for him to hear as she did so. "you may sit if you desire, but I ask that you hold yourself together just a few minutes longer?" her voice was barely above a whisper. "If you need, I will escort you to your room immediately." Her tone was calm, she hoped enough to calm him, as she looked around the room at the others present. Kiana bid farewell to Cid and her King, and Erin watched as Kiana and Merek left the room. She was not sure which would come first, if Denton would tell her what he needed, or if Enguerrand was going to leave or explain what had happened. She made sure that she stood between the man and her King, in hopes that if she blocked him from sight that her King would start to calm down.
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Post by Miya on Jul 16, 2014 21:07:42 GMT
TIME SKIP (later that evening)Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana stood in the empty throne room of Twyford’s castle where King Gregory had once stood proudly staring out one of the windows to look over his people in the large courtyard. Twyford’s castle was a public place where commoners could roam freely in certain areas. It was created in a symbol of showing how the royals weren’t hiding anything from their people, but in reality Kiana felt it was nothing more than a mirage. However, as she stood where King Gregory once stood, she didn’t think about how the people were being fooled, but instead of how they were mourning the death of their king. Merek had found him, the latest King of Twyford, sprawled out on the floor with an empty glass cup in his hand. The wine that was once in it was mixed in with floor surrounding the king. At first sight, it was believed that their king had been poisoned by some unknown assailant, but with a closer look at the items on his person it was discovered that the king had poisoned himself. Kiana had taken a first hand look at the crime scene itself, seeing a large bottle of wine along with two cups in the room. The other glass was sitting on the table near the king’s body, undisturbed and without poison in it. It then became clear that King Gregory had the horrible intentions of poisoning someone. Kiana was mortified with her King, but she covered things up for the sake of Twyford. She told the advisors of Didlington that her King’s death was of a poor heart condition that could not be cured, and it had taken his life in the middle of the night. Merek agreed with her, to much of Kiana’s relief, since she worried her knight would do the more nobel thing. In the end, the King of Twyford’s body was burned as part of custom so that his soul could meet with Lady Larita before it was trapped in its shell of a body. However, carrying a royal canister that contained her king’s ashes was a horrible feeling as she and Merek flew home hours later. Still, matters only became more complicated when Kiana had to hold in her own feelings of the matter as she told the people of Twyford their king’s passing and having to go over with the other advisors as to who was named the Heir Presumptive. It took only a few more hours before they all came to the same conclusion that Kiana Rose Everton was named the Heir Presumptive and would be crowned as Queen of Twyford. The thought made her sick as she stared out at the kingdom. It was true that her father was once the most respectable advisor to the former king and that Kiana was very close to the princes when they were children, but to be named as the Heir Presumptive without notification…It left Kiana shocked. She had no idea that Gregory’s family put so much trust in her, but this was just until the other prince could be found. She reminded herself that all of this was simply temporary as she slid down to the floor and sat on her knees. The weight of the world was suddenly resting on her shoulders, and all Kiana could think about was how she wasn’t fit for the job of ruling an entire country. The Sun was beginning to set over Twyford, but Kiana didn’t move from her place on the floor as she tried to calm her mind that was running a million thoughts at once. If the knights sent out didn’t find the crown prince who went off to fight rather than take the position of King, then Kiana was going to be stuck as Queen until she was either murdered or ran out of the kingdom. Wasn’t that a natural fear to have? What would happen if the advisors rallied against her and tried to make things a democracy? A dark cloud loomed over her head as she tried to come to terms with her new role. |
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jul 17, 2014 1:25:23 GMT
Cid Sol Heiß
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Lady Kiana blamed King Gregory’s behavior on the copious amounts of wine he drank on the night of the celebration. The advisor assured both Cid and Erin that her king had no intention of acting on his dark desires. This was a relief, though he suspected there was more to the story. Enguerrand arrived soon after with a distraught Denton. Erin and Cid escorted their king to his room. Cid urged Erin to stay with Denton until they departed. They would speak with the king about the incident later. For now, it was best of he rested.
Tragedy struck later in the day when King Gregory was found dead. A bad heart it seemed. Again, Cid suspected it was a cover story. Nevertheless, he would not say a word of it to anyone. It was disrespectful. All three were present for the burning of King Gregory’s body. It was a somber affair, one which Queen Rosalind did not attend. It was curious for King Gregory had been willing to place his life and throne on the line for the woman.
Cid was thankful to board the airship that would take them back to Luffnum. The first order of business was to show the king to his quarter, so that he could sleep. Two knights were placed at the door. No one was allowed inside. Absolute silence was necessary. In his own quarters, Cid pondered the events of the day. Lady Kiana insisted that King Gregory was merely drunk, but the man seemed convinced that Queen Rosalind deserved to escape Roland’s grasp. That same day King Gregory was found dead of a heart attack. The body was quickly disposed in a ceremony that Queen Rosalind, his beloved, did not attend. Word soon spread that Lady Kiana would be crowned Queen of Twyford. It was all very suspicious. Not to mention the fact that his king seemed to have suffered some sort of traumatic event. Once he would be careful not to ask too many questions about.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jul 24, 2014 4:35:03 GMT
Erin Willows
The day had passed by in a blur for Erin when her king had appeared before her so shaken. Immediately all thoughts that she failed her king the night before were thrown aside and her focus became ensuring that her king's needs were met. She had stood outside his door, this time to ensure that he had not been bothered as he tried to rest and that was where the news of King Gregory's death reached her. Her blood ran cold as she was told and informed that Denton should be present for the burning of the late King of Twyford's body. Erin nodded and with great reluctance held off telling her King until the moment he needed to get ready. She did not leave his side, with the exception of when he returned to his room, or cabin, and kept a wary and watchful eye on her king. The flight home, normally more than uncomfortable provided to be miserable, but somehow she managed to make her way through it. Something she would not openly admit either, she was running on her fake-it-till-you-make-it attitude. There was not one moment till they arrived home that his location was unaccounted for and only after Cid called two guards to relieve her of her duty did she finally give in to the turmoil in her head and body.
She made it to her quarters, where she could lie her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes to the world that was spinning around her. metaphorically, and to some extent physically, as the thoughts she didn't allow herself to think while on duty sunk in. One king was dead, a strong king that exemplified, youth courage and confidence, ad her own King had disappeared long enough to be frightened out of his mind. She knew very well that it could have been her own king that had been found dead and the thought scared her. She closed her eyes and tried to put aside the thoughts that some one she had met the night before, no longer shared this world. Death was a grim reality that she knew well, but something that even now she did not do well with when it struck so close to home. Her thoughts kept drifting along this line in circles until her body finally won the battle and she sunk into a fit-less sleep.
A few hours later she forced herself up and out of bed, feeling a little better physically, but distraught mentally. She knew that there were several things she needed to do at this point, but two took importance in her mind. She needed to make sure that Sprig had been released from his aviary and allowed to fly freely again as well as seek out Cid and find out what the latest information was. She needed to know what was going on if she was going to work with His Majesty again, and well she needed to know if she was still trusted to protect him. (She knew even as she walked, she was going to do what she needed to to prove herself capable, and even though she rationalize guilt to fall on her, she knew damn well she would do everything she could to ensure that she was more than capable, despite what mistakes she had made, to prove herself capable.
A short visit with her bird later, she knew she should go and see what Cid had learned while she had rested. She after a small mental debate of where she might find him headed towards his quarters.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jul 25, 2014 8:22:13 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead King Denton Andre Lywood Enguerrand was not in the least bit shocked that Roland held no qualms over his advisor leaving to visit Twyford for a bit. It allowed Roland to keep Enguerrand far from Rosalind, helped Didlington get a foot in Twyford, and it gave the advisor some peace at last. Cruel as it was to leave the Queen behind, it was clear that he could do absolutely nothing to help her. Roland would either command Enguerrand to leave them be, or he would find cruel ways to destroy his work should the plump advisor selectively ignore any commands given. Furthermore, this emotional turmoil between being objective and then being an emotional support for Rosalind was wearing him down too quickly. At first it was effortless; warm her bed at night, give her a pet, be the person to talk with, it was simplistic if tedious at times. But gradually he had to act as a “lover” and not a mutual friend, and if he cared so much for having a “love” to be with, then he would have been married long ago. Now Rosalind needed more care than ever before, and even if Roland allowed him the chance to be with Rosalind he doubted he could keep up such an act before he became emotionally wrecked as well. Enguerrand had almost forgotten about his promise to help Rosalind conceive a child, more fixated on her wellbeing and sanity and not on the oath he made to her. Clearly he was not needed at the moment and he himself required time away from Didlington. So when news reached his ears that Gregory had died by a “heart condition”- a clear fabrication to cover for whatever had truly killed him, he came up with the plan to travel back with the locals of Twyford and lend a helping hand. It would further solidify good relations with Twyford, making Didlington look sympathetic, and it would get Enguerrand far away from the chaos brewing in the castle. This way he could focus on his studies and help Rosalind in a way that he could. If she was still alive when he returned, of course. So it was decided that, after gathering his belongings, Enguerrand joined Kiana and kin back to Twyford. He had finished settling into his room come evening and decided to wader through the castle halls when he walked towards the throne room. It was said that the throne room of Twyford was open to all in good faith, though today it was sadly empty. Well, that was not correct. Kiana was in the throne room, sitting on the floor near one of the windows. It had been voted, or so he had heard from some of the gossips in the castle, that Kiana would become Acting Regent until they crowned her as Queen. It was clearly a stressful job, one Enguerrand would reject in a heartbeat if given the chance. So from how Kiana sat on the ground, slumped on her knees, she was likely just as concerned over her role. “This nobility business seems tedious to me.” He noted, slowly stepped towards Kiana. “We have a King who would kill his family if it meant retaining his power, a King too cowardly and ill prepared for the role, and the only one with any semblance of understanding a balance between the role of King and Caretaker of his realm is dead, and even he had his problems.” Standing beside Kiana, he rolled his tongue about in his mouth sucking on a candy he had grabbed from a bowl in one of the room he peered into. “In one of the countries a visited, the locals in this small clan voted for their rulers. He was the largest and strongest, who knew how to hunt and track their primary food source.”Enguerrand glanced down to Kiana for a moment. “Because he was trusted to be the most knowledgeable, he could help them thrive. It seems simpler that way… mind you with the state of our Kingdoms; there is many an uneducated man who would choose the one who promised the most…” Enguerrand turned and looked to Kiana, now waiting to hear her own thoughts. - - -
It was without any doubt that their time spent within the Kingdom of Didlington would haunt Denton till his dying day. Roland’s cornering him the night of the gala in order to organize a small meeting had put him on edge, while Gregory’s chilling plot to slay Roland in what was a pitiful effort to unite with his love had made Denton feel overwhelmed. Tense and stressed, he needed the next day to go well. Yet when he awoke what he found was Rosalind, wide eyed and pale, grabbing for his arms and dragging him through the halls whilst telling him he was in grave danger. What happened after that was almost a blur to Denton. He could remember falling to the ground within Roland’s office, the queen babbling on before being guided out with Roland at her side. Then Enguerrand, the advisor of Didlington, took the petrified King and brought him to his own advisor and knight. Cid ordered for Erin to take care of him, and the day was then spent in his bedroom. He sobbed for some time, and then tired from the chaos despite having woken moments ago returned to resting. Denton had almost slept the day away when he was awoken and told it was time to leave. There was no questioning to why they had to leave, in fact he was more than pleased and despite being a King had come to pack his own things just to quicken their efforts to return home. But first they had to attend the funeral of King Gregory, news which had been received with neither joy nor sadness. The ceremony went well, some words were said, and his body was burned. Then together the residents of Luffnum returned home. When back in the safety of his home Kingdom, Denton directed to his room to get some sleep as ordered by Cid, but having rested most of the day he instead laid on the bed fixating on the sheer terror that Gregory’s death, which was claimed to be caused by “a poor heart condition”, was a result of his plot to kill Roland. Perhaps he knew, and if he did then did that mean… Denton reminded himself that they had never agreed to any of Gregory’s terms, but Roland might not have known that. He wanted to ask Cid and Erin what they thought, but after being dragged through the halls and then riding home, he felt too tired to stand and stayed where he laid.
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Post by final_wolf on Jul 26, 2014 14:31:20 GMT
Merek Peter Hastings
Merek had been glad to be back in Twyford and back on land. Honestly he never did care for flying. Still, his mind was a wreck. He had been the one to find the late King Gregory on the floor, dead. He felt like he had failed. He knew he had failed his King. He should never had left his side even at night. Even with them finding out that the King had accidently poisoned himself, Merek believed that he could have done something different. That he should have been able to protect the King from himself. When they had learned that the King foolishly poisoned himself, Kiana told Merek that they would say it was a 'bad heart'. As much as Merek didn't exactly wan to agree with it, he did. It was more for the fact to protect Twyford. Yes his sworn duty was to always protect the royal family, but he was also sworn to duty to protect Twyford. If word got out that their king was so foolish it would have the other two kingdoms look down on Twyford. They didn't need that. Nor would the next person on the throne need. Still, it plagued his thoughts. Even so much so that he had slept so little. He couldn't sleep. Even when Merek would be reporting to his lead, he would keep to the weak heart story. At that point it felt to Merek that he was only covering this up for himself. That wasn't the case.
The trip back to Twyford, Merek had been quiet. Which was nothing new for the knight. He could not think of anything to say to Kiana. No, it was more the fact he did not want to say anything at the moment. He had been so glad, so happy to hear that she loved him. That moment made Merek feel so thrilled. He had been the happiest man in the world, and now, though he was still happy Kiana shared the same feelings he did her, he was not happy with himself. It would be rough for Merek and Kiana the next few days. If he could he'd more than likely would love to drink his problems away, but this was something he couldn't run from. Perhaps he should talk with Kiana later. He knew she would never blame him for this. It was a horrible accident. A horrible, foolish, accident.
When back in Twyford's castle, Merek had to do his own thing. Report to his lead. Explain in full detail everything that had happened. He was sure he may even get lectured a little for his actions. For not fully keeping an eye on the king. Maybe if he had been there he'd have been able to help the King in his last moments. No, perhaps that wouldn't be about the lecture. Merek had talked with his lead. Together they figured out everything that no matter the course of action, Merek had done everything right. Even the King often asked to be alone in his room even away in the other kingdoms. There was nothing Merek could do. Even hearing that from the Head Knight did not ease Merek's thoughts. The truth was bound to come out one day and then he'd be in more trouble. If anything this was the first moment in his knighthood that Merek regretted being a knight. Politics was coming to him, and he hated it. He had no idea how Kiana was able to do her part so well. Then again, she had been groomed to be an advisor.
Hours later, the murmurs around the castle where speaking that Lady Kiana would be crowned Queen until they could find Prince Lance. When this reached Merek's ears, he frowned. Was Kiana ready for such a feat? He had no doubt in his mind that she would rule evenly until Prince Lance was found, but the problem was, could she handle it? Merek had seen power crumble men. Sadly it had happened to the late King Gregory. He let power go to his head thinking he could save anyone he cared enough about and neglect the other kingdoms. In the end it was power and love that killed the king. Merek excused himself from the Head Knight. Merek was even given off the rest of the week to gather his thoughts. It wouldn't help. Merek headed out of the knight area of the castle and headed out to find his love, Kiana. He had to make sure she was all right with this and that she knew he was going to be there. Not just as a knight, but as her lover and he would make sure she was always protected. Being a royal often marked your back to be killed. There were countless times Merek had overheard in the streets of Twyford, of people wanting Gregory's head. Of course Merek and his patrol at that time ended the threat as soon as they heard.
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Post by Miya on Aug 1, 2014 18:01:23 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
She just needed a moment to gather her strength, or at least that’s what Kiana told herself as she sat on the floor unmoving. So much had happened at too fast a pace, making it difficult for her mind or feelings to understand what she was supposed to do. The same sort of thing happened years ago when she was a child still learning to become an advisor…And Prince Lance left. The memory made her rub at her head as a headache began to form. Somehow the Lance’s decision to leave had become her fault. Her father had yelled at her for not being a worthy friend to the future king to convince him of his duties, and even though it had nothing to do with her it did feel like she was at fault. She hadn’t even noticed when Lance started acting unlike the prince he should be, fighting more than ruling. Perhaps it was her fault… Her thoughts were interrupted though when she heard a voice echo through the empty throne room that she was occupying. She lifted her head quickly and looked over at Enguerrand who was slowly approaching her as if she were a frail creature. She truly didn’t have the right mind to speak with him now though, so she stayed silent as she listened to him speak…Was he trying to comfort her? She had to feel glad that Enguerrand was with her now, proof that her cunning was just as good as any other advisor, but she was still unsure of the man that was standing beside her. He was taking a chance coming here, and most likely doing so because he was unhappy with whatever circumstances he was in at Didlington. Or maybe he was simply looking for fresh females untainted by rumors of him to trick…Either way, Kiana would use his brain to the advantage of Twyford. “Strength…” She started after the advisor had finished speaking, “largeness…and knowledge. Three things that convinced the small clan to trust one man to rule them all. How ideological.” She commented before finding the strength to stand up and meet Enguerrand’s gaze. “If I were in a better mindset I would say you’re trying to make a point here, but alas all I can think about is that you’re trying to cheer me up and tell me things aren’t so bad.” She gave the man a small smile after voicing her thoughts before pushing her hair out of her face and tossing it over her shoulder. “Thank you for coming here, Enguerrand. I will do my best to make sure you are appreciated here in Twyford…I will also not being staying in this postion for long whether it be by Prince Lance returning to take the crown or by assassination. Either way, I’ll be suffering with small details for only a short while.” She tried to joke, but found it a still raw subject for herself. “I knew Prince Lance and Gregory when we were all children…” She said during a moment of desiring comfort before she remembered who she was speaking with. “Prince Lance will return as soon as he hears of what happened. In the meantime, I could use your wisdom to aide me. The advisors here I do not trust, but I cannot relieve them all of their duties at once. However, I can ignore their voices like I’ve been trained to do since I was a child.” She gave a small nod of her head before making a step towards the exit, leading Enguerrand with her. “If you wouldn’t mind, Enguerrand, it will take a few days to prepare a lab for you in the castle. Unless, of course, you want your own estate off the royal grounds. It’s your choice.” She offered him as they left the throne room together. |
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Post by iliaroseraine on Aug 4, 2014 1:33:53 GMT
Erin Willows
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The walk did not take near as long as she hoped when she sought to seek out Cid. After asking several guards where he might be, her original thoughts had been confirmed when they told her that the last they had heard he was resting in his quarters. Seeing as he forbade anyone from interrupting Denton's rest and she was unsure if she still had a job she knew that she had to talk to him sometime...
She reached his door and sighed rubbing her head taking a moment to breath. Then she knocked on the door, reminding herself that it was going be no different where ever she sought him out.
As advisor to the king, Cid realized quite early on that the currency of the land was information. Few people could actually be trusted and any little tidbit could threaten the kingdom. It was for this very reason that his notes were all coded. It was designed so that only he could understand what was written, were they ever to fall enemy hands. Every single detail of their trip to Didlington was painstakingly set to paper. A knock at the door, a very distinct knock, interrupted his endeavor. Rising, he moved to open the door. On the other side stood a rather serious Erin.
“Miss Willows, if I didn’t know any better, I might venture to say that you have sought out any and every excuse to enter my private quarters hoping that I might one day fall for your charms”, he joked leading her inside and shutting the door. Cid chuckled a bit, but he truly meant no harm.
Seeing that Cid was in a cheerful mood rose her spirits a little more. If he had been unhappy with her and slips ups on the trip, she didn’t think he would greet her as… friendly... as he just did. Erin rolled her eyes as he led her inside, noting the chuckle he had as well. For what she had known before, she figured this statement was a little mild.
“Me? Never, I have as much charm as a three legged horse wearing high-heels.” She responded, glancing around the room and seeing that from how everything was placed he was likely sitting at his desk before she interrupted him. “I wanted to talk to you if you had a moment.” He had likely been scribing the trip down.
“But a three legged horse would hardly look as lovely as you would in said heels”, he said with a playful smirk. “Speaking of which, I’ve never seen you in heels. Maybe one day you could indulge me.” Erin would never agree to such a thing, but it was in his nature to be a bit flirtatious. Cid respected Erin, he would never disrespect the woman.
“Unfortunately, it seems as though you are here for business rather than pleasure. Please have a seat," he said motioning to the table. It had eventually been brought into the room to serve as a meeting space. Cid sat down, running a hand through his hair. “We have much to discuss. Where would you like to begin?”
“The horse would be much prettier a sight,” she said under her breath with a slight grin. Erin didn’t consider herself very feminine. In fact if it wasn’t for her monthly cycles, and Cid’s flirting she probably would forget her gender most the time. Normally the reminders would fluster her, or press her buttons, but something about the idea of her vs. a horse in heels seemed to shove some of her negative thoughts away. Until he mentioned his line about being here for business that pleasure… it left her feeling a little guilty. Sure she wouldn’t seek the pleasure she knew he was known to partake, but she felt that she could come say hi on occasion.
She felt a little more relaxed and sat where Cid told her. She noticed that he looked far more stressed than when she first arrived. “I just wanted to apologize, I made some major mistakes this trip… Denton left my direct line of protection, not once but twice, and I have no good excuse.”
“Oh, I think you very lovely. Even under all the armor you wear. In fact, I find it quite refreshing to see you in something lighter. I can even see a feminine curve or two ”, he said pointing at the knight That was pushing it a bit, but Cid meant it as a compliment. Erin really was a beautiful woman, whether she chose to accept it or not.
“You don’t need to apologize. No one could have predicted any of it. We were all thrown for a loop.” At this, he paused. “Although, if you’d like to make it up to me, you could allow me the pleasure of your company at dinner. I’d like to see if you truly do look nicer than a three legged horse in heels.”
He heard her, of course heard her, his has ears like a hawk at times. But she was more shocked at his response. A comment on her figure, serious or flirtatious, it wasn’t something she expected, she remembered what she had put on after they had arrived back, what most people saw was that she wore a tunic and what she considered to be “work” pants. Though beneath the tunic she wore a lighter armor though, and credited her “curves” to that.
Keeping herself from getting worked up, she brought her hand to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t know how that would make anything up to you.” She muttered. She remembered her feelings a moment before about visiting other then when work called for it and sighed. She glanced up at him and noticed that he kept his face reasonably straight, something that made responding a little harder than it should be. The only way she could see it benefit was her bring some humor, she never mastered the skill of heels, and with everything else going on people could use a good reason to laugh.
“Let me warn you that I would be the funnier image of the two. The horse would get all the sympathy points.” She responded after a moment. “But, before thinking about dinner Cid, shouldn't we finish talking about the things you said we needed to. I take it, by your responses you are not going to fire me as Denton’s guard? What else is going on? What have they decided in Twyford.” Erin was not a coward, and she knew that if Cid was serious with this idea this wouldn’t be enough, but it allowed her to refocus the train where it had flown seriously off rail.
“Or, if you would prefer, you may wear nothing and visit me at night. I could think of ways you could make it up to me.” Cid looked at Erin, his face expressionless. His suggestion had clearly annoyed Miss Willows. Normally, he would have simply let it go, but she felt so guilty for what happened to their king that Cid figured anything distraction was a good distraction.
Erin was flustered and speechless at his comment and felt the heat rise in her cheeks. She knew it was a mixture of anger embarrassment, at the implication of his words. Finally after several minutes of silence she finally managed to regain some semblance of her words. “Sir Heiß, you… you…” Her words failed her again, and were filled with how appalled she felt. With the lack of words she did all that she could and glared. Surely he understood how far he crossed the line.
A blush rose in Erin’s cheeks. Cid’s joke has clearly hit a nerve. If nothing else, she had forgotten about leaving the king unattended in Diddlington. The advisor tilted his head back and leagued heartily.
“Miss Willows”, he said gasping for air. “It was merely a joke. You’ve been brooding since we boarded the airship. I thought you might need a laugh.” Besides, if he were ever to woo Erin, he would go about it differently.
Cid quickly regained his composure and continued speaking as though nothing had happened. “Now, as to Twyford. I suspect Lady Kiana will be installed as regent until such a time when Prince Lance is able to return.” It hadn’t been confirmed, but it seemed like the most likely option. “Prince Lance is a good man.”
Erin narrowed her gaze, as Cid started to laugh and sighed. She did not understand this man before her, how he could say something like that so straight-faced. But his actions seemed to settle down the tension in the room and Erin just decided to let it drop. She had a smart ass comment in her head but snapping back wouldn’t have gotten them anywhere. He was right too, she had been brooding and that would not help them much either.
He told her what he expected to happen in Twyford. It made sense, she agreed. She had not heard much about Prince Lance, she knew little about him except that he existed and Gregory took the throne instead of him, but that was about it. That was a vast improvement then what she knew as a child, before she earned her Knighthood she had little information in regards to rulers and their families. Most of what she knew now was a crash course in politics that she studied when she had some free time at night. “That does make sense…” she muttered.
“A good man who will surely make a good king”, he stated. Erin, it seemed, was uninformed about Prince Lance. “As the eldest male, Prince Lance was in line to take over the throne of Twyford. From a very young age, he sought to advance the ideals of chivalry, so it is no surprise that he decided to become Twyford’s word and shield. Prince Lance, relinquished the crown, choosing to go on a crusade to protect the people. In truth, no one expected Gregory to take the crown only a year after his brother set off. Everyone was shocked by the late king’s death and I suspect they hoped Prince Lance might return to become king. It seems fate has forced the issue.”
Cid was very knowledgeable and, it is said, that his tongue was as sharp as his jousting lance. Nevertheless, it worked in his favor to be perceived as a womanizing nitwit. It was always good to have an enemy underestimate your abilities.
Erin nodded grateful for the clarification. She would probably be up late reading and learning what she could about the expected Twyford rulers that she could, But Cid and his explanation helped far more than she expected him to know. He just give her a basis to start from.
“Of course they were shocked then. They will be just as shocked now, with the death of another king that took everyone by surprise. An energetic, youthful young man, was found lying dead in his room. He did not live or act like a man with a heart disease, so no one was prepared for this,” she muttered and brought her hand to her face. She did not know the late king, she had not really interacted with him much, and she had hoped at least his death is quick and painless. “If what you said is true, then fate has played a heavy hand indeed.” She muttered. “Hopefully Prince Lance would be the kind of King that she desires.”
“The circumstances surrounding his death were confusing and unreliable”, he stated as a matter of fact. “King Gregory was not known to have suffered from a heart condition.” Cid suddenly became very serious. “Only Sir Merek and Lady Kiana inspected the scene, which in and of itself is questionable. I believe they are attempting to conceal the truth”, he said reclining a bit in his chair. “Miss Willows, why do you suppose that is?” The advisor wanted Erin’s take on the situation before explaining what he believed happened.
Erin sat a moment, Cid was asking what she thought on the matter. He was right, the death was suspicious, something that she had come to think about before she even sought Cid out. It fueled her guilt, because something foul had happened while they all were supposed to be celebrating and she was working. As to why they lied, well there could be several reasons, she could see why they would conceal a heart defect, but more reasons as to why they would make up a lie about a heart defect as well. In essence her thoughts boiled down to one situation.
“They were afraid…” she spoke softly. Twyford, relied largely on its appearance to the other countries. Should something happen, their first reaction had always been lessening the impact on how other countries and the people within saw the rulers. An accident would reflect badly on their King, Murder would reflect on their strength, which was supposed to rival Didlington. There was also the idea that the two murdered the king themselves, but that idea didn’t sit right with Erin. “Something about what they saw, it would not reflect well on their kingdom…” she added after a slight pause to think.
“Sir Merek and Lady Kiana did not murder the king”, he said quickly dismissing the idea. “Although, it will certainly seem that way to many, especially now that Lady Kiana will serve as regent until Prince Lance returns.” Cid straightened up, looking at Erin. “I do not think King Gregory suffered from a heart defect either.” A pause. “That means he was either murdered or committed suicide.” Either option would be dreadfully shocking. “A murder is unlikely. Otherwise, the Kingdom of Twyford would have quickly hurled accusations at Didlington. They would have petitioned an inquest as to the events surrounding his death. Rather than burn his body, they would have flown in their own coroner to conduct the autopsy. Instead, it was set ablaze.” As was customary, the body was left uncovered in the pyre, so that the soul could reach Lady Larita. “King Gregory showed no visible signs of trauma, which makes me think his injuries were internal. A poison, perhaps…” What was he getting at? “If neither Sir Merek nor Lady Kiana believed it to be the work of an outsider, then we can only assume that King Gregory poisoned himself. It makes me wonder…” Cid didn’t finish the sentence, as he was lost in thought.
Erin listened, as Cid explained what was thinking. It made sense, a lot of sense. But she didn't consider Gregory to be one who would take his own life. Not after making clear his own feelings for the queen. His scenario fit, it fit really well, but why would the man so smitten, take his own life. Erin could tell be his silence that Cid was still trying to work things out himself. "He didn't act like a man that was suicidal..." she spoke softly. "Not with the plans he was making."
"Could it have been accidental", he pondered. "But then... Erin, do you think it's possible? I mean, it would be incredibly stupid... Do you think King Gregory meant to poison King Roland instead, but somehow got confused... No, that would be too idiotic...but then again..." Cid was thinking out loud and even out loud it sounded ridiculous.
“It’s possible, it would make some sense,” she bit her lip. “But after assuring that is not the path he wanted to take, that would have been a foolish action.” She felt her headache returning. “And no, it would not be wisest action he would have taken, especially if it ended his life.” She paused. Fate had a cruel sense of humor if this was what truly had happened. “I don’t know, if what you have deduced is correct I would say that his death was accidental, or staged. I will not forget the talk we had the night before, and I can only see King Gregory, or King Roland taking action.” She rubbed her head, luckily they were at home, or this would not have spoken, even to Cid, so openly.
"I would ask for aid in freeing from her cage, I won't say it's not without risk but with or without help I will move forward." “Those were his exact words. King Gregory seemed intent on seeing Queen Rosalind free from her ties to King Roland. Still…”Something was bothering him. “Naturally I do not seek war… 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." It did not sound as though he intended to kill Roland, but love will make a man blind, stupid even. It is quite possible that Gregory realized he was alone, no one willing to join his cause.”
Cid looked at Erin for a moment. “Sir Merek and Lady Kiana acted out of fear, as you said. I surmise that Gregory planned on inviting Roland for a talk, planning on poisoning him. I do not know how he planned to accomplish it, but somehow Gregory must have poisoned himself”, he said with a smirk. “Quite stupid…”, he said out loud. “No one would want that information floating about. Could you imagine? King Roland would immediately have taken advantage of the situation. In a way, we have benefited from this tragedy.”
Erin nodded, this seemed the most logical. She sighed, it didn’t matter essentially why this happened, King Gregory was dead, the cause logically being by poisoning himself. A smile crept her lips, if Cid could see a way it would benefit them, all the merrier too. But now that they had something that seemed reasonable, that logically fitted the situation, Erin seemed to feel herself relax a little more. If this was true, what happened with Denton was a fluke, and well he was not in danger as much as she had first feared. Not that she could let her guard down like that again, but she felt she had missed a very narrow bullet. If it was for the simple fact that the gun had not been aimed at them.
"Now, I believe should speak to King Denton." Cid spoke. The pair walked toward the king's chambers and knocked on the door.
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Post by Miya on Aug 19, 2014 5:22:01 GMT
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Post by final_wolf on Aug 19, 2014 15:24:00 GMT
Lance Gavin Dubeux
Lance had been as his camp the crusaders had made for the evening. Most of them having a good time and drinking. It had been a week since his friend, their leader died. Lance had stepped up, he had always been second in command. He just thought his friend would always live, even if he knew death always knocked at their doors. He was walking the camp, doing a small patrol, making sure everything was in order, when a knight on a horse could be seen nearing their camp. Lance was not sure what this meant. He didn't see knights from Twyford all that often. Messenger birds where usually what they sent to send letters. "Hold." Lance spoke to the knight who stopped where he was.
"Ah, Prince Lance, I have urgent news for you. We have been trying to find you and I wish we would have found you sooner. For that I apologize. Here, a letter addressed to you." The knight handed the letter to Lance which he read right away.
"Gregory." Lance spoke his brother's name as he thought, closing his eyes. Twyford needed their king. No matter how much Lance tried to not take the title, it would seem fate demanded he did. "I will leave with you first thing in the morning." It would be a weeks time to ride back to the castle. He could have taken an airship, but he needed time to think. He headed to his friends and stood at the head of the table. "My fellow crusaders. I have bad news. My brother, King Gregory, has died. He left no hire. I must return and take the place I was to so many years ago. I cannot ask any of you to return with me. My heart will be with you." Lance continued on with his speech and appointed someone their new leader. Plenty of drinking had been done then, the rest of the night. Lance did not want to think and drinking would ease his mind.
It had been near a week since Lance returned home to the castle. Many where thankful to see their Prince return. Lance on the other hand, felt like his head was spinning. He had been so busy the first few days that he could not do much on his own. Besides minor hello's and small conversations between Kiana, he had not seen her much. Talk about his coronation was high and how it had to be perfect. He thought he had left this life behind. He'd be lying if he said he was thrilled to be back. However, he knew that it was his duty to return with no other rightful to the crown. He would accept it and try to embrace everything that came with the soon to be new title.
Lance had awoken early, even before the sun. He seemed to be quite restless since he returned. He worried about the men he left behind. He worried about everything here. He dressed, then walked out to the balcony from his room. He leaned on the railing and let the cool morning breeze run through his hair. A small smile placed on his lips. It had been years since he had been here, and yet it still did feel like home for him. That was one of the good things of being back. Old feelings, good feelings. Things would not be that bad once everything calmed down.
Lance headed out of his room, once the sun started to rise. He would seek out Kiana and finally, hopefully be able to talk to her. She had been one of his best childhood friends. He still remembered the look she had when he told her he would be leaving to join a crusade. Oh how upset she had been. Truly, he did not want to leave her like that, but going out to crusade sounded like such an adventure. An adventure that he could help the people of Twyford. The first two years he had written not only to Kiana, but to his family. As the years went on, he slowly stopped. By doing so his family may have thought him dead if it weren't for word about his crusaders. He headed to Kiana's room, knocking gently on her door. "Kiana, are you awake?" |
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Post by Miya on Aug 19, 2014 19:10:24 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana had been busier than ever over the course of just over two weeks as a reining queen, even though it was only temporary. There were countless papers to be signed, a few minor laws put into place (mostly which pertained to the taxes of Twyford), and along with that Kiana was carving time out of her duties to spend quality time with Merek. He was often coming to see her, mostly as part of his duty as a knight, but once he was off the clock the two of them spent a few hours talking and becoming more acquainted with one another. Kiana already knew basic background information of him, part of her curiosity as an advisor to understand who was protecting the former king, but also because she realized how interesting of a man he was. His life was not boring, and soon Merek even came to understand her close ties with the royals who once resided in the castle. When Lance had finally arrived back from his crusades, and her condolences were expressed, she was able to easily transition out of being a monarch back to an advisor. A few changes were made to the advisors when Kiana was in charge, and several of those that were suspicious to her were replaced by those she deemed worthy. Most of the few she selected were scientists, and with them on the team there were more knowledgable debates among the advisors that made her smile. She was also taken more seriously and engaged often, which resulted in more of her time being taken away from speaking with Lance… It was a strange moment for Kiana when she saw the prince return to take the throne. He had grown even taller from when he left, and there were several noticeable battle scars on his body that proved he took his crusade seriously. He walked with an air of royalty that came from birth, but he listened to his advisors respectfully unlike his brother. It made her feel confident that the man she once knew as a boy had grown up to be what his father always wanted: a king. Perhaps her own father would have been proud of Lance if he was alive today to see him, but needless to say, Kiana was thrilled he had returned. She hadn’t spoken to him in years, her letters were one day suddenly not responded to, so she took it as a sign that Lance no longer had time to hear about boring things like how his brother was being a pain her ass all the time and how she felt more like a baby-sitter than an advisor. However, Lance was back, and days of old thinking were gone. In the early morning, Kiana woke like normal and began to dress. A servant came by and served her tea, which she sat at her table to drink. There were a few pieces of toast along with some jam, but instead of eating Kiana was writing papers to order new equipment for the labs that were recently constructed in unused rooms in the castle. Some of the advisors had requested them to use, and Kiana found it a wonderful idea. They needed more thinkers in the world, so she approved of their request and signed her name to the papers before she heard a faint knock on her door. Her head lifted before she heard a soft voice calling through the solid door. It was Lance. She instantly sat her cup down and rose, patting down the skirt of her long dress before going to the mirror to make sure she looked presentable to the future king. She then crossed over to her door, wondering why he was paying her a visit before recalling the lack of the time they had been able to see one another over the time since Lance had returned. She opened the door without hesitation and smiled warmly up at Lance before doing a polite bow in respect. “Prince Lance.” She greeted before lifting her head and meeting his gaze. “Good morning to you. I’ve been awake for some time actually, working on paperworks to have new equipment in the labs we’ve recently built for our more scientific advisors.” She explained, keeping her door only slightly opened to fit her small frame in it. “Did you need to speak with me?” She asked him while tilting her head slightly to the side, an old habit of hers that she did when she was a child. Lance once remarked that it made her look like a cute puppy, and like a foolish child that she was she kept doing it to make him smile. Now it was more of a bad habit that she had often forced herself not to do, but it seems to have slipped out once she was with him again. Although, Kiana hardly considered it as she waited to see what Lance wanted. It was so rare to get a few moments alone with him lately, what with his coronation coming up, and her own wedding she was planning with Merek. |
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Post by final_wolf on Aug 19, 2014 19:42:43 GMT
Lance Gavin Dubeux
Lance saw Kiana open the door. Proper as always. "Good morning." It shouldn't surprise him that she had been busy with paperwork already. "I hope we are able to supply them with everything they need." This was not what he wanted to talk about. It was good to know that the science based advisors where going to be getting what they needed. And the fact that it seemed like they may finally have some strong science advisors that with any luck would be able to help propel Twyford ahead. Lance had sought Kiana out since she was one of the few things that he really knew. There had been plenty of changes since he had been gone. Many people he did not know. Kiana, he knew her. He felt like they would rebound to being the best of friends again. Hopefully, it would be, like he had never left.
Then, Kiana did her head tilt. He couldn't help but to smile at that. He loved it when she did her head tilt. "Still doing your cute little puppy tilt, hm? I missed seeing that." Kiana was the one thing, the main thing, that made this place feel like home. Especially with all the changes. "I was hoping before the day got too busy, that you and I would be able to just sit and enjoy each others company. Catch up with each other. I've been wanting to since I've been back, but things have just been so busy." He didn't have that many stories to share himself. At least not about the crusading. He didn't feel like he had to share all of his stories about that. He didn't need all the credit of helping those that needed help. He didn't have bragging rights for that. "So what do you say about us getting breakfast together and chatting?"
Lance had caught a few people in the castle already looking at his scars. Most he got while fighting battles they weren't so sure they'd win. Then there was his dragon tattoo. A few people in the castle hadn't been too happy that he got a tattoo. At least it was one he could cover up easy enough by wearing a long sleeve shirt. He had gotten that tattoo after winning a tough battle. He felt like he could bring a little luck to himself by calling forth the dragon of strength and so he got it on his left arm and it reached down to his left side of his chest.
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Post by Miya on Aug 19, 2014 20:00:55 GMT
Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Kiana blinked when Lance went from his somewhat stoney face to a warm smile, commenting on her head tilting to one side before she straightened up and moved a hand over her lips as a blush formed on her cheeks. It had been a long time since she heard someone call her cute, even if was for something so childish. She looked away from Lance as he proposed spending some time together to catch up. It was true that they didn’t exactly have time to sit down and speak with another, but…She glanced over her shoulder back at her small table with a rather large stack of papers. She could hold off work for a while, right? She still had the whole day ahead, even if that meant cutting some time spent with Merek…She faced Lance once more, her hand lowering as she turned and stepped out of her doorway, closing the door firmly behind as she smiled up at him. “I say that’s a wonderful idea, Lance.” She spoke casually before moving to walk with him down the hall. “We can eat outside this morning since it’s nice out this morning, and it’ll give us both some much needed fresh air.” She chuckled as she led the way, stopping only once a servant came in view to ask for a meal to be brought out for the two of them in the garden. “I was able to convince your brother to leave the garden alone.” She commented as they neared the place. “He was set on turning it into a new archery range, but there are too many sweet memories there that I couldn’t allow him to do such a thing.” She explained before they came upon a small table with a pair of chairs with it. She waited to take her seat, her eyes looking out to the large hedges of roses that she once fell into after Gregory pushed her in. It was their first encounter and already the younger prince had become a pain. When Kiana sat down, a tray of tea was set out for them before the maid left and the two of them alone for at least a little bit. She looked over at Lance with a soft expression, her hands folded in her lap as she studied how different he was now. “You’ve aged.” She spoke before realizing what she said. “Not in a bad way, I mean. You look…more mature. Like your father.” She hoped that cleared up any misunderstanding before she leaned slightly back in her seat. “I want to fully express my grief for the loss of your brother. I was with him in Didlington when he passed away…He may not have been the greatest King in Twyford’s history, but he will be missed dearly. I loved him like a brother.” She said softly, before she looked down at her hands and frowned. “ We held a few ceremonies for his passing, but I felt it would be best for you to decide where to spread his ashes in order to return to Mother Larita.” She added before moving her hands to serve the tea, needing something to keep herself from getting too sentimental. |
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