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Post by dandelion on Dec 14, 2017 21:44:45 GMT -5
debating on who to throw eunice at. i like to be sure of these things. x"D
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Post by . on Dec 14, 2017 22:02:27 GMT -5
debating on who to throw eunice at. i like to be sure of these things. x"D im gonna have starters up for Alexander and Amelia up tonight if you want one of them
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Post by dandelion on Dec 14, 2017 22:05:30 GMT -5
oooh sure~
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Post by . on Dec 14, 2017 22:10:18 GMT -5
any preference on who? I'm just heading home from work and I need to do a couple things but I should have it done somewhat soon
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Post by dandelion on Dec 14, 2017 22:28:25 GMT -5
nah eunice will talk to anybody xD
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Post by carmine. on Dec 14, 2017 22:52:51 GMT -5
Yvonne Blacktyde The light, physical contact seemed to elicit a degree of surprise from Yvonne, but the minuscule flicker of it in her gaze had disappeared as soon as it had surfaced, replaced with something quite indescribable upon first inspection. Was there a soft light of compassion that emerged within her gaze for the girl? Worry? Even affection?
Her own small hand was already gently pulling that of Ana’s away from the elegant handrail and bringing it in front of her when she attempted to speak through her ragged breaths. From an onlooker’s perspective, it almost appeared that the Blacktyde princess was holding Aubriana, shielding her from the view of the crowded human current.
“Nonsense,” she chided gently upon hearing the girl’s words with her brows furrowing together the slightest bit to form a barely noticeable crease. “Surely no one has something dire to speak of now. I can’t leave you like this.” She then raised her head to survey their environment, to determinate their immediate surrounding within the very vast palace. Upon sighting her attendant not to far away in the distance, her shoulders relaxed. “Éloise,” she called, beckoning the green-eyed girl over. For once, she was relieved that this binding required the petite girl to practically shadow her every steps.
“Yes, my lady?”
“Please, if you will be so kind-”
She didn’t even have to finish her sentence. Though the green-eyed girl’s head was dipped down in the presence of her ladyship, there was a small look of understanding in her bright gaze when a sweep of Yvonne’s hand temporarily yet sternly dismissed the steely boundaries of title. Effortlessly, after holding her gaze, Éloise disappeared in the vivacious waves of velvety fabric. The last trace of the speedy girl who’d run off in search of a glass of water and small aid was her pale blue dress trailing behind her.
“Here, you can lean against me,” Yvonne murmured, speaking in a low tone. Rubbing one hand in a soothing rhythm over the girl’s back while the other assisted her balance, she took a small step away from the railings, gently encouraging the fair blonde to do the same. Though her ministrations were delicate, the hand that supported her was surely and incredibly steady. “Would you be all right with accompanying me outside, Lady Ketola?”
It didn’t seem like lingering near the mass, separated only by the distance of a few grown stags, would help Ana’s condition as the polished floor became more and more crowded with every passing second. In fact, it seemed that it would most likely only exacerbate it. Besides, asking in this way ensured that even those who had caught bits of their conversation would allow them to resume to their business, unconcerned. Hopefully more so if their loyalties lay with King Tyrios.
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Post by . on Dec 14, 2017 23:12:02 GMT -5
nah eunice will talk to anybody xD alright I just gotta take a test and then I'll get a starter up!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 14, 2017 23:42:29 GMT -5
In some odd way Ana was starting to feel better. Princess Yvonne Blacktyde was nothing but helpful. There was no ill intentions to her actions and that much was obvious. She was being compassionate toward Ana, something that she never thought she would get here. The moment she had felt her panic rising she had been sure people would have steered clear from her. They would see her as weak. They would pity the man that got binded to her. People would whisper about how she was unfit to be a princess. Yet here somebody was, comforting the blonde without a hint of malice in those actions. Slowly the Amalthea "princess" was starting to feel herself calm down. Breathing was becoming easier. Her hands were still shaking and she felt light-headed now, but she was coming off the high of panic. The thought of getting some water to drink - her throat felt drier than a desert - and then sleeping off the tiredness of panic sounded like heaven right about now, but Ana knew she couldn't do that. There would be no way she would be allowed to do such a thing. The Binding was too important for her to scurry off just like that. Ugh, the Binding. Ana had no energy for that anymore. Couldn't it just get itself over with already? Couldn't this entire ordeal be over with now? She wanted to just curl up somewhere and sleep for a long time. But that wouldn't be allowed. There was no sleep for the blonde.
Why exactly was this beautiful princess being so considerate and compassionate toward her? Ana could only wonder this as everything seemed to happen around them - Yvonne spoke then captured the attention of a petite green-eyed woman, asking for something that was never finished. An unspeakable bond must have formed between Princess Yvonne and this Eloise character for them to have such a way of understanding one another without it being verbalized. How nice it would be to have somebody like that...to have a person in which Ana could be that close to. The Binding was supposed to help princesses and princes find their one person, but Ana was sure this wasn't how she was going to find that one person for herself, if there even was a second half of her out there.
Right now wasn't the time to think of all of that. Thinking those thoughts had helped bring about her panic earlier; Ana was trying to come down from her panic, not give herself another. A deep breath. Ana exhaled from her mouth and inhaled through her nose for a moment. Calm down, calm down. Princess Yvonne is here to help... She won't harm you. She's nice. Yvonne truly was. It surprised the blonde to be frank. But perhaps her surprise came from the fact that she had been so sure nobody would come to her aid.
Worry dripped off of the mock princess's words as she asked a question of Yvonne. "I'm not taking up your time, am I? Surely you want to mingle with actual princesses and the princes. After all, one will be your husband soon." And one will be mine, she thought almost bitterly. The blonde would do almost anything to not have to be tied down to a man, but she knew it had to be done. Even if she didn't want to go through with it she had to. For the sake of Amalthea she was going to do it. For the sake of her kingdom she was going to push aside any and all of her own personal hopes and dreams to make her country proud. To make King Tyrios proud. Ana only wished that for Yvonne the Binding would work out for her. Even in these first few moments of being with her Ana already only wanted the best for the Lurian princess.
With Yvonne's help - her touch was warm against Ana's skin through the soft fabric of her seafoam green dress - Ana was able to pull away from the velvety railing. After a moment she was able to regain enough balance to stand with the other female's help, gratitude and appreciation for Yvonne now written all over the blonde's face. She took a few more deep breaths, finding it easier to function now, but the after effects of the panic still clung to her like a needy shadow.
Without so much as a thought Lady Ketola was leaning more against Yvonne than she had originally intended. Just her presence, her helping presence, seemed to calm Ana down all the more. "If you would have me, I'd be honored to accompany you," she replied in a dry voice. Going outside and getting some fresh air would surely help her nerves all the more. She would be able to get away from the growing crowd and take a moment to breathe, take a moment outside of her bird cage and stretch her wings one last time. Did Yvonne feel the same way? Was that why she was suggesting they head outside together? If so Ana didn't blame the princess at all. If their roles were reversed Ana would have done the same. Right now the outside world was preferred over anything else because, at least for right now, the outside world still meant that there was a hope of freedom from all of these royal vows of marriage.
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Post by Lea on Dec 15, 2017 0:49:28 GMT -5
Thaleus Montridge ; Levios Palace, The Binding As the carriage pulled to a halt, Thaleus pulled his jacket closer to his body. He could feel a draft, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. He looked across the carriage at his mother and father, who were deep in conversation, before rising. He looked to his little brother, almost wishing him luck before turning and dipping out of the carriage and stepping toward Levios Palace. Carriages lined the road leading up to the Palace and he felt his stomach churn at the amount of people within the Palace. Not that he had a dislike of people, he just wasn't well-versed in conversation, especially not small talk, and he was in no mood to make friends. He was here to complete his duty and to be bound to the soon to be future queen of Ithos.
He glided up the palace steps, taking care not to trip on the steps. He wasn't in the mood for new bruises, not that he ever was. Upon making it to the last step he was almost out of breath an he hoped that no one noticed him stop for a moment to regain his composure. It wouldn't be long before he would need a cane to help him along. It wasn't age that was kicking his butt, it was his lack of exercise and his height. He hoped it wouldn't be a problem in his marriage, but again he hoped.
Before he knew it, his feet had brought him into the ballroom. Within moments he was surrounded by young men and woman he had never met before, but knew from the color of their garb and the crests of their chests who they were - their names...not so much. He didn't care for names. Before his first interaction with one of his own standings he waved over a servant carrying a tray of Liquor, "What is this you have?" He asked curtly, lifting a cup and studying its contents. The servant opened his mouth to respond, but before he could Thaleus lifted a finger, a signal of 'Wait a moment' and downed the entire cup. He swallowed hard, taking another, "Keep these coming all night, if I find myself without a cup in my hand it's your head on a stake." The servant looked surprised, but quickly shook the fear and nodded, "Yes, your majesty." For a moment Thaleus wondered if he had been to harsh, but his mother's voice rang true in his head, 'Instill fear in those below you, my son; for it's not your strength that will bring them to their knees, but your power.' Ah, she had always been more on Thaleus's level, unlike his father who was 'Strength is the greatest power of all, blah, blah, blah.'
Thaleus moved across the ballroom, dodging those dancing, and making his way over to a seat where he cold relax his tired limbs. He had been up the entire night before reading the histories of all the kingdoms and he could feel the lack of sleep weighing him. He sipped his drink, holding it to his lips as he studied the room. Who is who? Gold and Red - Addewid: the vain and prideful; Silver, Gold, and White - Amalthea: the thieving and wild; Gold and Blue - Dialla: the fools and the idiots; his family, Silver and green, Ithos: the savage and crazed; and last but not least, Luria: the cunning and the backstabbers, black and turquoise.
He finished this second glass and before he knew it, another one was in its place. He smiled as he watched the servant scurry back to his post, holding the tray of drinks. Despite the binding and selling himself to someone else forever, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Actually, he didn't really mind. It wasn't as if he was going to find a lover any other way, let alone one befitting enough to be Queen some day.
Sidero is free ~ starter on page 2 Thaleus is free ~ starter is this post xD
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 15, 2017 2:01:46 GMT -5
.FALKE MONTRIDGE.Falke was bored out of his mind, if he was being honest with himself. The throng of people held little appeal, as he’d never been one to socialize much. Words were not his forte; combat was. There was no other swordsmen at his own castle that was better than he was; he’d bested the weapon-master years ago, and had taken to training the guards of the castle. He was an expert in multiple fighting styles, and could dance across a battlefield with the best of them. Socializing, acting princely, however… not his best. That was his brother’s job; Thaleus was the one who had always been raised to be a proper king, and while Falke had received the same schooling, it was with the undercurrent that he was never going to be king – not unless Thaleus died unexpectedly. He was the second born; a back-up, a reserve if the royal family needed him. He’d grown up recognizing that he’d never be king, and would more than likely be one of Thaleus’ generals. He was fine with that; he didn’t really think he was fit to be king. He had a tendency to jump into the fray at any slight.
He accepted a flute of wine from a servant, taking a sip at the bitter drink. It was fine, he supposed, but he wasn’t much of a drinker either. He much preferred a fine mead to an aged wine or brandy; he’d spent many a night in the soldiers’ barracks, laughing and listening to old war stories over freely flowing mead. Still, he might need the wine to get through the night. He suspected it would be less than riveting, anyway.
The two women made their way down the stairs at last, though Sea-foam Green still looked a little ill. She looked about the room with a flash of panic in her eyes, and Falke noticed that she seemed to tighten her grip on the other woman’s arm. He had to give it to her, though; to even face such a crowd was terrifying. He certainly didn’t look forward to it, and he was used to facing large crowds. His attention was drawn as the person holding the Book of Bindings stepped into the middle of the room and called for silence. The chatter stilled, and they opened the book, flipping to the last page. There was a heartbeat of complete silence, before they began to read. Most of it Falke ignored; his brother was bound to Yvonne Blacktyde. A fine match, he supposed. Instinctively, as he heard his name called, he turned. And then froze.
Aubriana Ketola is Bound to Falke Montridge.
That was impossible. It had to be; he wasn’t here to get married off! Rage unlike any other rushed through Falke, burning hot and turning his blood to flame. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His hand tightened around the wine glass so hard that some part of him was surprised it didn’t shatter in his hand. That would’ve been good; perhaps the pain of glass slashing into his palm would break him out of the fog. Something was wrong. Falke wasn’t meant to be king; he’d been told as such his entire life. He didn’t want to be king. He didn’t want to rule. He didn’t want to be married.
As the wave of anger slowly dissipated, it left sizzling embers in its wake. He’d been lied to, then. His father must’ve known that Falke would be bound, and had failed to warn his youngest son. Anger broiled, boiled in his chest. Breathing was difficult, but he managed to keep his expression schooled. Later, when he was alone, he would handle it. Unbidden, sorrow rose up to wash away the burning fire of rage, leaving behind a drowning pool of despair. His life was no longer his own – what little aspects of his life he controlled, anyway. Duty bound him now; he’d have little choice but to prepare to take over a kingdom when Amalthea’s king died. He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to center himself. He was surprised at the sadness; some part of him had held out hope that he’d be able to choose his own wife, his own path, one day. That would never be the case – not anymore. Footsteps approached, and Falke opened his eyes, turning to meet the gaze of his new fiancé.
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Post by dandelion on Dec 15, 2017 10:21:12 GMT -5
𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫
tfw you resort to an rng because you're indecisive but your character will approach anybody.
The tension was thick in Levios Palace’s ballroom, that much was apparent to Eunice the moment her heels hit the floor. There seemed to be a sort of…nervous, uncertain but anticipating, energy about the guests here, or at least those of the royalty. They were formal and stiff at the best of times, but it seemed to her that the usual mood had increased tenfold. Oh, there was certainly dancing and chitchat going on, but it didn’t seem…as merry it was supposed to be. Was she just expecting too much? A ball here was supposed to be a grand occasion, and it certainly looked the part, all decorated in gold and candlelight… She wasn’t dumb, however. It was apparent to her why everyone would be feeling a little on edge. After all, the bindings were supposed to happen. Betrothals would be made tonight, bonds that would tie the kingdoms together forever. Eunice understood, but she wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, she was quite excited! It was romantic, if you really thought about it.
Eunice practically glided across the floor, her curious eyes sweeping over the room and attempting to pinpoint familiar faces. Well, familiar descriptions of faces. She didn’t know anyone here personally, no one but her parents and her dear brother anyway. He certainly made amusing company, but she wanted something different tonight, something a little more exciting than hovering at her brother’s sleeve like a little child, though she suspected from experience that he would keep one eye on her anyway. Lovingly suspected, that is. She held no ill will toward her guard dog of a brother. Today of all days, he might actually have a reason to be wary. She was definitely eye-catching tonight – or so she thought.
She was decked out in gold and rose, in a long and flowing dress that bared her shoulders. Her golden hair was in a braided updo, a few intentionally stray strands tickling her flushed cheeks. Jewelry sparkled against her throat, her ears, her wrists…nothing less would do from the royalty of Addewid. Some people might think ill of such a blatant display of wealth, but as far as Eunice was concerned there was nothing wrong with it. Addewid was known for its rare jewels after all, why not embrace it?
Movement at the stairs caught her eye – two women were caught in conversation, one looking pale as a sheet. Eunice’s brows furrowed with concern and she took a tentative step toward the pair, but no closer. The other girl, the one who seemed to be soothing the other, looked like she had it taken care of. Eunice felt like she should know that one and eyed her thoughtfully, but it was no good from here. She was terrible at memorization… She reluctantly turned away, hoping the ill-looking one would be alright. Actually sick? Or was the tension in the atmosphere getting to her? Eunice didn’t think she had anything to worry about – she was beautiful, they both were. Every woman in this room was gorgeous and every man handsome. It was like a feast for the eyes. But more importantly, no one was really better than the other. And a marriage wasn’t a scary thing – to be expected to bear children and watch over a home was something they’d all been prepared since birth for, so why not try to have fun with it?
Though, if it really was just illness…how unfortunate.
Unwilling to remain alone for much longer, Eunice sought out company. There was a girl eyeing the two she’d been looking at as well, perhaps also debating whether or not should she intervene. This one she recognized, if only from the vicious rumors that surrounded her. Sidero Rosenrow. Eunice wondered if she was as bad as people said. Perhaps she would ask… Her eyes searched again, spotting both Thaleus and Falke Montridge, unsurprisingly apart. They had a…brains versus brawn sort of thing going on, yes? They too, seemed to be alone in the crowd. Eunice frowned. Were almost all the royalty by themselves..? That didn’t make things easier. So many choices. Eunice had no idea who needed (well, actually wanted) her company. Her eyes settled on the supposed epitome of perfection himself as her eyes finally landed on him and his wine glass. Surely someone with a reputation such as his would think this event was fun, right..? She was curious, too. Maybe he’d know the girl she didn’t recognize! Someone perfect had to have better memory than herself. But, wait…wasn’t there like a hidden rule against a woman approaching a man, or something like that? Ah, well…nothing good ever came of waiting to be approached, especially when everyone seemed content to be alone.
“Excuse me?” Eunice lightly tapped a finger against the Nikolai’s shoulder as she reached him. “Do you know who that is?” She indicated the two women on the stairs. “The one in green. Poor thing…to fall ill at a time such as this.” Was she forgetting something..? “Oh! Pardon me, I should introduce myself! I’m Eunice. Eunice Derrisun of Addewid. But maybe you already know that?” She shot her hand out for a shake. Wait. She dropped it and dipped into a curtsy instead.
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 16, 2017 18:43:34 GMT -5
I'm back! Just got really busy all of a sudden. I'll try to whip out a reply later tonight.
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Post by . on Dec 16, 2017 18:46:16 GMT -5
Ah! I've been busy. I should have starters up tonight and if not I'll have them up tomordow
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Post by . on Dec 16, 2017 18:58:59 GMT -5
both my charries are still open for responses ~ have any preference between Alexander or Amelia?
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Post by dandelion on Dec 16, 2017 21:57:00 GMT -5
heyo~ okie dokie cx
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 16:37:06 GMT -5
Howdy everybody. C:
Before I write my reply, I wanted to ask something. Do you want me to arrange the Bindings, or should we all kind of work it out together?
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 16:43:42 GMT -5
Howdy everybody. C:
Before I write my reply, I wanted to ask something. Do you want me to arrange the Bindings, or should we all kind of work it out together? Im cool with whatever, I'm just excited to see the pairs
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 17:27:19 GMT -5
I'm cool with either, too. Im excited to see who the pairs are c:
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Post by dandelion on Dec 17, 2017 17:32:24 GMT -5
I think you randomizing the pairings could lead to more interesting results haha...but it’s also fun to give everyone input hmm. so. same as what Ariat and Feathertalon said lol
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 17:41:49 GMT -5
look at us being helpful xD
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 17:49:03 GMT -5
look at us being helpful xD we are so helpful XD
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 17:49:40 GMT -5
I believe that I'll just do this thing randomly then. c: Be back in two shakes of a leg
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 17:53:40 GMT -5
I believe that I'll just do this thing randomly then. c: Be back in two shakes of a leg sounds good. I'll probably be on all night hopefully working on starters but also working on my essay which is due tomorrow as my English final
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 17:56:35 GMT -5
You're good, Ariat!
Working on reply now. Thanks for all the helpfulness
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 18:05:56 GMT -5
You're good, Ariat!
Working on reply now. Thanks for all the helpfulness My last final is on Wednesday so replies will be much faster after that
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 18:10:47 GMT -5
good luck on your finals! c:
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 18:11:49 GMT -5
good luck on your finals! c: thanks!
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 20:04:53 GMT -5
a very important meeting
Tyrios shut the doors firmly. He didn't need anybody to hear what the five greatest families were about to discuss. He turned back around, eyes cold and steely as ever. "Now, lets get this done as soon as possible, yes?" he began, taking a seat at the table. They were placed in one of the oldest rooms in the palace: the Binding Room. In the center of the room sat a five-sided table, one side for each royal family. One wall was made of windows that overlooked the gardens. Against another wall hung tapestries that displayed the family trees of each royal family, and the other wall held books that could tell you anything you desired to know about the Five Kingdoms and the people that had ruled them. But there was only one book that they would need tonight.
Queen Winna sat at the table, her delicate fingers wrapped around a book bound in black leather, gold leaf decorating it's spine. With grace, she flipped through the musty, yellowing pages until she finally found the last page covered in ink. She had counted a total of twelve pages that had been filled out. Twelve previous Bindings. She silently read through the last page, her pale eyes revealing no emotion. With a sigh, she tore her eyes away from the words, and she reached for the quill in front of her. Looking to her husband Gregor, she nodded.
"It is the Tenth of July, in the year 1683," she stated, her hand copying down her words into the black book that sat before her. "The Five have agreed to commence a thirteenth Binding." She paused, the quill hovering an inch away from the paper. "It has been 210 years since the twelfth. The reason for the thirteenth being increasing tensions between the Woodgards of Amalthea and the Montridge's of Ithos."
Winna glanced up from her work to see Tyrios staring coldly at her, while Jarric heatedly glared in the direction of the usurper king. She sat up straight, her fading red hair falling across her shoulders. "It is now that we arrange the Bindings of the children of these kingdoms." As she finished inking the words into paper, she heard the voice of King Jarric speak.
"Queen Lillia, I know your daughter Yvonne is a very graceful and charming young girl." The rest watched, some a little taken aback by the king's swiftness to speak up. "I do believe that she would make a very good wife."
Lillia opened her mouth the speak, a gleam of hesitance sparkling in her eyes.
"And queen."
The woman blinked once, then twice, before nodding. "Indeed, King Jarric. Yvonne would proudly marry your eldest son, and be future Queen of Ithos."
"And what of your other son?" King Tyrios raised a brow. "Isn't your warrior child worth anything?"
Jarric's gaze darkened as the Amalthean spoke. But this time, it was the Queen Ferna who raised her voice. "Yes, he is. Which is why we were prepared to offer his hand to that of your noblewoman. A fine princess she would make, don't you think?"
Tyrios paused. He was not prepared to make a deal with the king of Ithos, or his conniving queen. But if they were here to marry children off, then he would do his duty. "I could not disagree."
Finally, King Frederick of Dialla cleared his throat. "I have three daughters." He glanced about, meeting every one of them in the eye. "Will anyone ask for one of them?"
"I do believe I have a son in need of a wife." Winna looked to her husband and king, Gregor Derrisun, as he spoke up.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Frederick. "My daughter Amelia would be an excellent bride, or her younger sister Lavinia would be an equally beneficial choice."
"I was thinking more of your youngest, Sidero." The king had a devilish light in his eyes as the tension grew thick enough to choke on. Everyone knew Frederick's hatred for his youngest daughter, the one that killed the mother she so greatly resembles.
"No. Choose one of the others." There was a slight tremble to his voice.
"I don't want one of the others." Gregor sat up straight as he calmly said, "I. Want. Sidero. She has to marry someone, so why not let it be her?" With steel in his eyes, he asked, "Is she unhealthy?" Frederick shook his head. "Is she a fool?" Another shake of the head. "Is she important to your kingdom?" Another one dj khaled. "Then it is settled. Sidero will marry my son and be the next queen of Addewid."
King Frederick sat defeated, almost crushed under the weight of just the thought of his least favorite and most hated daughter becoming queen. "If you are that concerned with marrying off your eldest, then allow me to offer my son." Tyrios grinned from across the room. Everyone knew the boy he had taken in was off the most common blood, but that did not stop the king from referring to him as his own.
Victory struck through him as he watched the old man nod. "He shall be king alongside your daughter, yes?" Frederick nodded once more, too tired to say anything. Electricity coursed through the veins of the Amalthean as he turned to Winna who was still writing things down. "And Aubrianna shall be my heir, with her husband ruling with her, while my son is king of Dialla."
"I have my two sons, yet." Lillia Blacktyde sat alone at her side of the table, her cunning eyes glancing about.
"And I have a daughter." It was the first thing Winna said since she began the meeting.
Lillia nodded. "And now she will be a Queen." The room was dead silent, save for the scratching of Winna's quill against the paper. "And that leaves Alexander."
"And Lavinia." Frederick stared out the window, eyes far away as he said this.
The Blacktyde queen pursed her lips. "So be it." She obviously wasn't thrilled about the match, but she was out of options. They all were.
Winna set the quill down once more, and she began to read. "Yvonne Blacktyde is Bound to Thaleues Montridge, and they shall inherit the kingdom of Ithos. Aubriana Ketola is Bound to Falke Montridge, and they shall inherit the kingdom of Amalthea. Sidero Rosenrow is Bound to ______ Derrisun, and they shall inherit the kingdom of Addewid. Amelia Rosenrow is Bound to ____ Woodgard, and they shall inherit the kingdom of Dialla. Eunice Derrisun is Bound to Nikolai Blacktyde, and they shall inherit the kingdom of Luria. Lavinia Rosenrow is Bound to Alexander Blacktyde, and they shall inherit appropriate lands and titles."
One by one, each of the monarchs signed the page. Winna caught some of them eyeing the signatures on the previous page, where their ancestors had done the exact same thing over two hundred years ago. Finally, the book was closed, and the monarchs slowly filed out of the room. Winna set the book back on the pedestal it had been resting on, her fingertips tracing the black binding as she slowly backed away. As she left the room, she prayed that the peace they were going to try and bring would be enough that no one would ever touch the Binding Ledger again. In the distance, she could hear a voice announcing the Bindings she had just written down, and she prayed for a second longer before joining her husband in the ballroom.
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