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Post by Lostwhisker on Aug 11, 2016 21:31:40 GMT -5
Ehela's Last Post:
My Last Post:
Notes:
- Ehela's Characters: Leyda (fairy & Princess), Tanzil (Prince), Rymadon (Leader of the rebels, lied about being a special part of the King's defense)
- My Characters: Hýril (elf, Knight, & protector of Leyda), Aron (rebel, half-wizard parentage, & using the alias Anton to spy).
- Leyda and Aron/Anton have a thing forming, Tanzil and Hýril are complicated, Hýril and Rymadon are... Complicated.
- Leyda and Aron/Anton were attacked by an assassin, Princess is fine but Aron got hurt and is receiving medical attention, Hýril and Tanzil had a slight disagreement when she came to him with information about Rymadon, Leyda is going to be trained by Hýril so she can defend herself.
- The King doesn't care much about the people he rules over.
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Post by ehela on Sept 9, 2016 2:14:44 GMT -5
Tanzil carried a smile on his face. It wasn't much friendly, more professional. He motioned the nurse to get fetch him a chair. "That's unfortunate, I hope you get well soon." Formalities. The prince did not care about Anton's state. He was bound to get better sooner or later. "Your suspicion is correct." On cue the stool arrived and the male dismissed the nurse. He sat, maintaining his tall posture. "A little bird told me," he forced himself not to cringe; he hated that expression, but it got the point across concisely. "That you and the princess were out of the castle for a stroll, or what have it. I'd like to know the details of your trip and the encounter with the attacker." Tanzil knew better than to think they could find the traitor, but if he got his hands on the fellow, he would personally wring his neck.
Leyda's gaze remained on her knight, unwavering. A smile lingered on her lips as she listened to her scheme. "No, stay with me. There are plenty of skilled guards to patrol the kingdom grounds. They'll just have to tighten the borders and scan the woods more. The princess was now more relaxed. With Hýril caring so much for her she felt safer. "Don't take all of the responsibility for this. You can talk to Tanzil and develop a plan," she suggested. Her greenish blue eyes averted to the maid and followed her scurrying off until she disappeared. The princess simply shrugged. "The castle gets boring sometimes. Gossip always has a way of making things interesting... even if it's not good." She chuckled softly. Leyda always had to try to find the good in everyone. That would probably be the end of her. She paused. "We don't have to ask him. If I'm going to be trained either way he doesn't have to know." SHe offered Hýril a sly grin.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Oct 15, 2016 11:34:32 GMT -5
Internally, he wanted to punch the Prince since he felt the formalities were unnecessary and made him feel like a helpless child. But how would Anton respond? I can't possibly let slip that I left his sister behind to deliver a letter to the rebellion. Aron folded his hands on the cover of the book resting on his lap. "Quite wise of you to gather all of the pieces, M'Lord. I took the lovely Princess to the market but our true course was to venture to the woods." He gave a small sigh but his lips parted in a brief smile, "looking back, it was probably best we didn't get that far for there was a brawl in the market. I had lost your dear sister in the crowd for I left her to fetch a sweet pastry I thought she might enjoy. Luckily, we were able to find one another and flee when we were faced with our attacker. I defended Leyda's honor best I could manage." His expression was calm and didn't show the slightest bit of fear from Tanzil's scrutiny though his heart was beating quite rapidly. The young man needed to switch the subject and fast; "do stop me if this is inappropriate but has the King announced you as his heir? I haven't heard of a ceremony yet."
The Knight was surprised by Leyda's request for her to stay but nodded, "if that's what you wish." Though the idea of formulating a plan alongside Tanzil made her nervous. Their latest encounter didn't bode well for the future of their relationship; there may not even be one to save. The notion saddened the elf but she was sure to not let the emotion show. Hýril's mouth quirked into a small grin at the Princess's response to the sheepish maid that had been eavesdropping on their conversation though she wouldn't know how boring the castle could be. "I guess they'll have more secrets to pass along if we are caught in the midst of training." She playfully narrowed her eyes at her friend, "dare I say it but you are sounding more and more like Anton, Your Highness." Her tone was light but she was genuinely worried for the fair maiden. Anton had the same air that Tanzil did; alluring but dangerous. More like all men... She couldn't help thinking of the dark haired stranger she had confronted earlier.
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Post by ehela on Oct 16, 2016 0:03:37 GMT -5
"Why were you going to the woods?" Tanzil cut in. It was a minute detail, but when it come to cases like this it could possibly be significant. The male shown interest while he spoke, but it visibly peak at the mention of the brawl. "Can you tell me about the events leading up to and during it? What were people saying? Who was fighting?" Anton was being very vague; he didn't need to be. The prince specified he wanted to know the details, didn't he? "Why didn't you take her with you to tke the pastry?" he interrupted once again. He knew it wasn't a big deal and it pained him to annoy it, but it he had to follow any trail. Besides, Anton was kind of fishy. Better the royal know more about him. "You did, thank you." He fell into silence, studying him quietly. Everything was good for now.
The turn of the conversation threw Tanzil off. His expression was neutral. His mind, not so much. He knew why he wasn't crowned as the next successor to the crown. Tanzil had a bit of a strained relationship with the king, due to their clash of morals and ideas. Nevertheless, that wasn't the reason the title was just inches away from his reach. A slight smile settled upon his full lips. "Sometimes I wonder the same thing. Perhaps he doesn't think I'm ready yet." he spoke nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother him. However it did. Not because of the fact that he didn't have his ceremony yet, but because he knew in his core that one day his father would use it to his advantage to get Tanzil to do something that he didn't want to do.
A soft giggle escaped past her lips. "Imagine that." The rumor would undoubtedly reach her father. It was one this asking her dad for permission. To do something behind his back? Hell would break loose. Perhaps that's why she was so eager to the idea. There was a certain thrill to sneaking around.
Leyda blinked in surprise. Her? Like Anton? That was an odd observation. She tilted her head slightly in confusion. "Me? I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled innocently, placing her hands in her lap. She was pretending to be dainty for jokes. "He is quite charismatic, and convincing... I wouldn't see those as bad qualities."
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Post by Lostwhisker on Oct 16, 2016 9:04:38 GMT -5
The injured young man took the first interruption quite calmly and willingly answered, "I caught her outside the stables and she mentioned how boring it was to keep riding in the arena. I mentioned the trails in the woods so we decided to go and explore them on foot." The more he spoke, the more interruptions Tanzil made to inquire further. He was a fair liar but that didn't mean he enjoyed doing so especially when everything, including his life, was on the line. His fingers briefly drummed the cover of the book on his lap, "hmm.. I didn't quite see the scene unfold though I heard the cause was a young orphan boy stealing from a cart. The guards ran over to assist by beating the young lad and that seemed to anger the people for they tried to help the child." He seemed far too calm as he blatantly lied to the face of a royal. "I wanted to surprise her with it. Any man would wish to please a woman so lovely though I assure you that my intentions were pure."
Aron was relieved when Tanzil took the bait and took a break from roasting him for answers. He rubbed his chin and his palm was met with stubble which he didn't mind but, to maintain the noble act, he'd have to shave. "How peculiar. I don't see why your father is hesitating for I think you'd be a far better ruler than him." He chuckled slightly, "if you ever repeat my words then be sure that I will deny them." His tone was light but there was a dark undercurrent that warned the Prince to not mention anything from this part of their conversation.
Hýril wasn't thrilled to be sneaking around behind the back of the King but it what had to be done for Leyda's protection. She couldn't possibly imagine life without the Princess though she supposed it would be short since the Knight would be punished if such a thing happened under her watch. She raised an eyebrow at Leyda as she described Anton, "charismatic, hm? For a moment there I thought you were going to call him charming." A slight smirk touched her lips before she returned to formalities, "we will train this evening so be ready. I will fetch you when it's time."
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Post by ehela on Oct 26, 2016 23:16:29 GMT -5
The prince began to loosen up. Anton's story wove together nicely with His sister's. But just as he took a step back from the situation, the injured male set off an alarm. A brief flashback took him back to the previous ball where Anton mentioned going after Hýril. He couldn't trust Anton's intentions. Maybe it was big brother instincts. He didn't want his sister getting too involved. Even if Anton appeared innocent there was still something off about him. He kept a genuine yet firm composure. "Leyda is the only daughter of the crown, and my only sister. Sometimes even the purest intentions can be disastrous. So please, for her's and your's safety, try not to venture too far."
Tanzil's lips tugged a bit into an amused smile. "Thank you, it's much appreciated." He momentarily looked up to the high ceiling as he imagined the situation. "He'd laugh it off and then poison you in your sleep." he stated lightly. The king would never be that extreme, but he would probably hold a grudge.
Placing his hands on his thighs, he pulled himself up. "I'll allow you to rest now. Hopefully I'll see you back on your feet soon." Exchanging his goodbyes, the royal left the room, gait as regal as ever.
Leyda's eyes widened at the knight's assumption. "Please," she waved the word off with a flick of her hand. "I would never," she reassured. She stopped herself there. If she kept on talking she would maybe spill too much, or blurt something that she hadn't even admitted to herself yet. She was grateful for the changing of subject. "I'll be in my chambers per usual. Do you need to be somewhere now?" she inquired. She sensed the conversation coming to a close.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Oct 27, 2016 9:11:25 GMT -5
Anton's polite facade seemed to flicker, showing only a millisecond of surprise when Tanzil spoke of his sister. He realized that a nerve had been struck but he had no idea why there was a sudden change in his attitude.The young man shifted slightly under the thin covers of his hospital bed, a light smile causing his skin to crinkle at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, that'd be quite unpleasant. I plan to live a bit longer, thank you." As the Prince said his goodbyes, he simply dipped his head and watched the back of his head as he left. Anton then let out a sigh, he's a lot sharper than he lets on. That could be exceptionally good or a death sentence for the rebellion. Though he should have been focusing more on his next move to contact Rymadon, he was dwelling on Leyda. It sounded as though Tanzil was threatening me... Am I no longer allowed to see his sister? The thought pained him though he was oblivious to the reason why her absence in his days bothered him.
The Knight wasn't exactly comfortable discussing such things with Leyda but she supposed it was better to say rather than make the girl worry. "I have to discuss some things with my men and then your father. He wants to have another celebration -- that's how he phrased it." Unease twisted in her gut; with everything that has been happening, it may not be best to have a ball. Even as the head of the guard, she couldn't possibly advise the King otherwise without being completely ignored. The best she could do was make sure the royal family and all of their guests would be safe during their festivities.
(I have an idea! What if the celebration is for the King to publicly appoint his heir but it's Leyda and she's betrothed to this Prince. I was thinking the Prince could be completely awful, whether it's him being a jerk or revolting, or... OR... It could be Rymadon. Though that'd be a bit complicated since Leyda and Hýril know what he looks like... Just a thought  )
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Post by ehela on Oct 28, 2016 2:16:33 GMT -5
so itd be both the announcement of her being a heir and betrothed? thats a good idea~ og should they all find out at the ball? oh and their mom could come back too for it
eep these are rlly short sorry lol)
The moment Tanzil stepped out of the room he relieved himself with a sigh, shoulders slumping a bit. It had been a hectic day and a half. He had a meeting with the king later in the evening, something about festivities--which Tanzil saw no reason for; there was nothing in the recent events worth celebrating. Until then the prince had time to himself, and was definitely going to take advantage of it. He headed to his room. A bath wouldn't hurt.
"Oh." That was all she said. It was so soon, and she wasn't aware of a reason for a party. But her father was known for out of the blue celebrations. It wasn't above him to spontaneously plan for something. If she was going to be honest even she got tired of them sometimes. She smiled at Hýril. "Well, I won't slow you down. Have fun." she threw in the last bit to tease her. She stood up, gaze shifting to her sides to see if anyone was around. "I'll just head to the library; find something to read." Briefly she thought about visiting Anton but she barred herself fromt hat thought rapidly.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Dec 18, 2016 17:23:53 GMT -5
(Yesh and I will try to reply once my winter break starts.)
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Post by Lostwhisker on Dec 26, 2016 14:19:20 GMT -5
Anton was in no shape to get out of bed but he forced himself to do so. He was unsteady at first but managed to shuffle to the door. He had to be careful not to be caught for any nurse and doctor would immediately return him to bed. The young man eased the door open enough to poke his head out and make sure the coast was clear before hobbling into the hall. The floor was cold against the soles of his bare feet but he pressed onward. He wasn't entirely sure of where he was going until he stood outside the heavy double doors to the library. I should probably read up on what all these weird feelings are. They could be symptoms of something severe concerning my wound. With the idea that he was suffering from some sort of illness rather than affection towards the Princess, he slipped inside quite soundlessly for an injured man. A few servants bustled about in silence, dusting and cleaning, but they didn't pay any mind to him. Anton disappeared from sight in the stacks upon stacks of books; every shelf was filled with beautiful literature from ages passed. No time to gawk. I have to start looking before someone notices my absence, he skimmed his finger tip over the spines, searching for anything that caught his eye and may hold information to answer his questions.
Briefing her men took much longer than usually due to the clumsy recruits that were still learning their ways around the grounds. She was becoming quite exasperated when her second in command stepped in to give her a break. It didn't help that he had insulted her in front of her men; I do not look like I was trampled in a stampede. I just- for once, the knight was at a loss for words when she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors that lined the hall. Her braids were loose, her hair disheveled, dark circles shadowed her once bright eyes, and her skin was tinged with the color of sickness. Hýril never truly fussed over her looks but she looked downright shameful and not the roll-model she had to be for her men. The elf sighed and pressed on since she couldn't delay the meeting with the King. First off, she had to retrieve Tanzil; he probably doesn't want to see me for the rest of his life. She took a deep breath before tapping her knuckles against his door. When there was no answer, she knocked a bit louder yet he still didn't respond. The knight gritted her teeth and entered the room only to find it was empty but the door to his private bathroom was closed. Her knuckles rapped against it gently, "Your Highness? I hate to disturb you but the King seeks an audience with the both of us."
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Post by ehela on Dec 27, 2016 2:51:32 GMT -5
Whenever Leyda was deathly bored, she went to the library. Boredom looked imminent at this point so here she was. She walked through the tall entrance. She breathed in the smell of, what was it, masses of paper? The library's scent had a way of soothing the princess. She smiled at the servants that bowed in acknowledgment and made her journey towards the back. Her gaze skimmed through the aisles. As usual, the library was empty. Rarely did the royal court have meetings here. She saw the typical book keepers until she saw a familiar set of hair. She stopped in her tracks, realizing it was Anton. Suddenly, her heart started to race and she hid behind the shelf. The fairy hoped he hadn't noticed her. Confused, she peered at him again. Was he supposed to be out and about? Taking a deep breath, she decided to approach him. She stepped into the quite narrow hallway. "Anton." she regarded. "What are you doing here?" her words were laced with curiosity and concern.
Soaking in lavender and chamomile, it couldn't get any better. The sweet aroma calmed his nerves to the point where he was half asleep. The royal hadn't noticed it before; he was fatigued from the past events. The past couple of days had been both physically and emotionally exhausting, with the riot, his sister, countless meetings, and the worst of all, Hýril. He didn't think rejection would hurt this much. He had thought it would be a bang and then he would get over it. There was an empty, dull ache in his chest that he carried with him. And it wasn't even like he could take a break from it. Hopefully this curse, as he thought of it, would fade as soon as possible. And speak of the devil; Tanzil was brought out of his doze by the abrupt knocking. He immediately sat up, water tipping over the edge of the tub. He frowned slightly, but there stern expression softened at the sound of the knight's voice. He listened to her, making no move to get out. "So soon? I thought it was later?" he sighed. His father had a knack of switching everyone's schedules last minute. He stepped out, fastening a towel around his waist and he opened the door. He spared her a short glance which protected himself from staring at her. He simply walked past her. Water dripping from his hair and glistening on his upper body. "wait outside and I'll be ready in a minute, unless you prefer to watch." His voice was steady and collected, almost monotone. No hint of play. Tanzil gave her time to exit before changing into the formal attire, combing his hair, and applying some cologne. He stood before the mirror and took a moment to compose himself before striding out of his bedroom. "Let's go." He didn't wait for her to start walking.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Dec 27, 2016 9:47:10 GMT -5
Anton had been unaware of the Princess and the fact she had spotted him. He jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, originally thinking a nurse had found him. He relaxed instantaneously when he turned to see Leyda eyeing him from a few paces away. He was rendered uncomfortable by her tone since it seemed so distant for her; "I became restless and decided to come looking for something to read." It wasn't entirely a lie but he didn't like giving the Princess half-truths. He sighed and shrugged, gesturing greatly with his hands along with the noncommittal movement, "in all honesty, I haven't been feeling too much like myself and I came here to find if there's something wrong with me that the doctor's aren't saying." If he was back home he could quickly remedy the situation due to his warlock half but, since the original Anton had no history of magical skill, he could not do so. The young man gave her a sheepish grin, "please, m'lady, don't send me back. I just need to stretch my legs a bit. Surely, you can sympathize with being locked in one for far too long." It was a bit of a gamble since he had no idea how she'd react but he was hoping she'd let him off the hook.
The Knight sighed, of course he wasn't notified of the time change. Ever since Tanzil became interested in the opposite sex, the younger maids weren't allowed in his quarters if he was present. From what Hýril could tell, he had spent most of his time in that bath so they weren't able to give him the news. She moved away from the door momentarily to fidget with her hair, fixing the worst of it since she didn't want to go before the King as a mess. The elf turned briefly when the bathroom door opened but quickly put her back to the Prince. Her cheeks were as red as a rose and she felt the tips of her pointed ears become hot with embarrassment. Her heart danced nervously against her rib cage and she had to hug her stomach to stop the butterflies. The Knight simply dipped her head respectfully, still not turning to face him, and walked out to leave him to change. The air in the hall felt much cooler and less intoxicating so she took as much as she could get. She went rigid, standing stiffly, when Tanzil emerged fully dressed and she followed him without missing a beat. Due to her embarrassment, she stayed a few steps behind the royal and cleared her throat before speaking, "next time I'll send someone else to fetch you."
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Post by ehela on Dec 28, 2016 1:39:17 GMT -5
Leyda watched him carefully. She noticed how he got startled and seemed a bit on edge. She didn't want to come off as austere. She nodded. "I suppose the infirmary can get stuffy after a while. Although I am surprised you got this far." She pondered for a few moments, in thought. Although she should have, she couldn't say not to Anton looking at her like that. Some fresh air won't hurt. "I won't tell on you. But you have to go straight back afterwords." The condition seemed fair enough. She looked to her side and read a book title momentarily. She didn't know what to say. Her mind seemed to go blank after that. She could probably go now, but she wouldn't be able to focus knowing the male was a short distance away. "Perhaps I can help you," she suggested. "I've spent a lot of time in here. I know where a lot of the books are. What are you dealing with?" She paused; the princess didn't want to come off desperate. She momentarily looked away to the books lining the shelf. "That is, if you'd like help."
Tanzil walked in silence. He wasn't going to speak to Hýril. He didn't want to. he knew it was for the best to not fraternize with her. Plus, their last conversation did end a bit sourly. "Marvelous idea." he replied simply. He fiddled with the cuffs on his hands, golden eyes trained straight. His expression remained bland. Until he came across maid that was dusting a painting. She had been pretty shamelessly eyeing him. It wasn't that hard to notice. His eyes trailed over and they made eye contact. Putting himself on a limb, the prince then winked at the female. The maid proceeded to turn red and resumed her dusting frantically. A small smirk touched his lips. Maidens still fell at his feet. That was a reassurance. And not a bad strategy. The royal entered the meeting hall. "Good day." he remarked to the king before settling down in one of the plush chairs around the table.
The king smiled at him and Hýril. "Hello." He waited for he two to settled down before standing up. "Let's make this brief. We have a lot of preparations."
Tanzil raised an eyebrow and looked around. He had expected more of his cabinet.
"Do you remember the betrothal?" The king asked Tanzil, who looked clueless. "To Leyda." he added.
It didn't take long for tanzil to remember. "Oh yes, you mentioned a prince months ago that you were interested in." He stated to brief Hyril.
The king nodded, looking between both of them. "Due to recent events that I'm sure you both know of, I have finalized the betrothal with the prince of Xiafenth. He's going to be arriving tomorrow, and we will have a ball announcing the union."
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Post by Lostwhisker on Dec 28, 2016 12:55:37 GMT -5
Anton was surprised when the Princess extended the offer of her helping him but he didn't know whether he should accept. He didn't want to be rude and decline; I also like being around her... He had no idea where that thought came from but it made him a bit uneasy. The young man cleared his throat, the movement making him wince, before answering Leyda, "I guess it'd be better for the two of us to look rather than one." He was quite hesitant to describe his symptoms though he had no clue as to why. "Well, I've been feeling quite warm at times and my face flushes. Sometimes my heart will race, I believe that is known as tachycardia... Here. Feel." He gently took her hand and pressed her fingertips to the side of his, right under his jaw. From the small physical contact, his heart rate picked up and was quite easy to detect. He tried taking soothing breaths but nothing seemed to work. Anton met Leyda's gaze, "see? It's all very bizarre and difficult to describe. Usually I don't feel this way." He seemed completely mystified and rightfully so, for he was dense and had never truly liked someone until now.
The Knight felt her heart ache at Tanzil's response. He was being so cold and cruel now. He's not the only one that was hurt by my words... He doesn't know how hard it is. She glanced up at the wrong time and saw the flirting between the Prince and the maid. Hýril had to look away to stop herself from glaring for it was not her place to do so. He is not mine to lay claim of and, afterall, he is the Prince and what he does is not my business. The reminder hurt but it helped solidify the fact that they could never be together.
The elf bowed in response to the King's greeting, "Your Highness," she murmured then straightened. As a knight, she was given no right to sit and she simply clasped her hands behind her. Her face was a mask; expressionless in the presence of the King since she did not want to give away her thoughts. Hýril was quite lost on the matter that the King spoke of until Tanzil reiterated for her sake. She felt her shoulders stiffen and her jaw clench; a betrothal? Leyda is still young... But she knew her dear friend was aware of her duties but maybe not how fast she would need to commit to them. It took every bit of her strength to remain silent on behalf of the Princess. Her gaze shifted to the back of the Prince's head, I'll have to ask him if she knows... She has never mentioned any of this to me.
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Post by ehela on Dec 29, 2016 2:57:16 GMT -5
D'aw Anton is adorable xD)
She smiled when Anton agreed. The princess was relieved. "Two heads are better than one," she echoed. She twined her fingers together and draped them before her, making her look innocent. His symptoms were odd, she hadn't heard of them all combined before. Her blue green eyes followed her hand, and she gently rested it on his neck. She bit her lip. "You're sure your heart isn't going to jump out of your throat?" she murmured. She lifted her finger and pressed them lightly against his forehead, staring directly at it. "It doesn't look like a fever." Her touch lingered before she pulled back, studying his face. She was careful not to get entranced by his features, and so she quickly looked away. Looking to the books, she shuffled through them. "It could be a virus. You're body must have a lack of oxygen, or you're having an adrenaline rush. Could it be because of the wound?"
Tanzil was surprised at the sudden decision. Leyda had no need to get engaged so early on. She was of age, but it was not the age for sure. This wasn't right. Plus, Tanzil was older. He would rather he be engaged than Leyda. It wouldn't be great, but better he take the change at being miserable than Leyda. He wanted to out rightly disagree with him, but he kept himself civilized due to Hýril being there. His gaze was steady on the king. "Father, Leyda just came out of an attack against her. She's shaken. Don't you think it's a bit too soon to toss such a big move onto her?" the prince hoped he could reason with him.
"Better now than later. It's a safe move. She is secure and the kingdom has a bit of a distraction for a while." The king eyed the knight. "Hýril, I'm disappointed in you. You're our best yet my daughter slipped so easily from your hands." That was his warning to her, his sharp eyes said it all.
Tanzil sighed softly. "Well, I guess I'll have to tell Leyda that it's actually happening."
The king shook his head. "No, please don't say anything, the both of you. I will tell her myself."
Tanzil eyed his father carefully. He wanted so badly to ask him why he wasn't getting betrothed since he was older, but that would have made it awkward since Hýril was there. "Very well." With nothing left to say, he stood and left the room, not bothering to bow to his blood.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Dec 30, 2016 15:51:58 GMT -5
(Isn't he? xD Adorable but dense. Sooooo dense. The way that Leyda goes along thinking it's something else, too xD oh my gosh hahaha. I'm also slightly torn... I kinda want Hýril with Tanzil but Rymadon is so <3 but so is Tanzil. GAH!)
Anton felt the tips of his ears redden when Leyda looked especially innocent and pure. He mentally shook himself to snap out of it but then one of her hands was resting against his forehead. His face heated only slightly, her fingertips cool against his skin. He shrugged and looked away when there was no longer any physical contact between them. The young man cleared his throat and shuffled his feet before realizing that Leyda seemed to be acting a bit guarded. He titled his head at her as she pondered what he could have fallen weak to. "I know I'm not feeling well but are you alright, Princess? You don't seem like yourself this afternoon." Before he assumed that she was merely shaken from their attack and possible ridden with guilt but, now, that didn't seem to be the case. The concern was clearly etched on his face and he peered at her questioningly, awaiting her answer to soothe his fears that she wasn't in the best of health.
The Knight bowed her head, "I apologize humbly. It will not happen again, I assure you." She had known that news of the attack would cause her some trouble so she wasn't surprised when the King addressed her. At least next time-- though I really hope there won't be-- she'll be able to defend herself at most. Hýril remained silent for the rest of the meeting though the topic put a fire in her veins. She hated the fact that they were discussing Leyda's future without her consent or, at the very least, with her present. She bowed stiffly to the King, one hand over her heart, and followed Tanzil out. The elf had trouble holding her tongue about the betrothal in front of the King but it was even more difficult to do so with the Prince. They used to be able to talk to each other freely so it wasn't a surprise when she blurted something out. The only shock was what she had blurted; "you don't have to be so stoic around me. It's not like you're the only one hurting." Her tone was harsh and had a tinge of bitterness. She shook her head and quickly moved away from the subject, hoping he won't further the discussion in that particular direction. "So, the Princess is to be married soon... Where does that leave you?" She raised an eyebrow at him. It was obvious to the Knight that she had struck a sore spot but she had noticed the look on his face when with the King; he had the same concern.
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Post by ehela on Dec 31, 2016 2:30:05 GMT -5
I knoww but Leyda is so naive xD and me too, Tanzil deserves love ;o; )
Leyda looked up at Anton. She raised an eyebrow. "Really? I don't feel different." Oh no, did she look sick? Suddenly, she got self-conscious. "Do I look bad?" she questioned, hands reaching up to her face and pushing tucking in some strands of hair behind her ear. She felt her cheeks getting hot and so she averted her gaze to the books again, shuffling through them. "How long have you had these symptoms?" she repeated her question. She sighed softly. "Here, come." She gently grabbed his hand and led him out of the hallway. She was slow, so he wouldn't hurt. "You can lean on me if you're in pain." She skipped two shelves before entering another one. "When my headmistress was gone instead of studying I used to organize all the books." she commented. She got to the middle books and let go of his hand, even though she didn't want to. Her pointer finger traced the books before finally pulling one out. "Ah, here! This is about infections."
Tanzil had managed some steps away from the door before being blocked by Hýril. He sighed at her words and turned around. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood a bit taller "Me? Stoic? I had no intention." he replied with faux sincerity, and any simple minded being could be able to see through it. He watched her carefully. He made sure his expression was guarded, because he didn't know what to tell her. He supposed confiding in her wouldn't hurt. It didn't have to mean anything. And it would be nice for him to vent. "That leaves me as the single older brother," he stated obviously. "Which is odd, because it's usually by age. And since I'm in line for the throne it would make sense for me to find a wife first." He shrugged. "Nonetheless, Leyda isn't ready for such a big step. She's too young, and she won't be expecting it so early. She shouldn't be rushed into a commitment just to make the kingdom happy"
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Post by Lostwhisker on Jan 13, 2017 20:13:51 GMT -5
( -Flails- what should we do?)
The young male felt a bit guilty as the Princess fussed over her appearance after his comment. "No, you look beautiful," he cleared his throat and averted his gaze as he added, "as always." He thought it best not to mention her reddening face and focused on the problem at hand. At that moment, Leyda took his hand in hers and began leading him out of the stacks to the right section of books. Surprisingly, Anton didn't feel any pain, only a sense of weightlessness that bewildered him even further. He remained silent as the petite female read the titles on the spines of the books before reaching for the one she had in mind. Her words were muffled for he was dazed as he watched her from a respectable distance. His eyes became deep and brooding as he leaned a bit closer, "it must be tough..." He blurted then went on, "so many think that the Princess is just meant to be polite, graceful, and pretty but you..." He shook his head and did his best to recover, "I mean, you are all of those things, but you're so clever. It doesn't seem like many people care much to learn everything about you, M'Lady, and there is so much to learn."
The Knight narrowed her eyes at the Prince's transparent remark but let it roll off her shoulders; she had to stop letting his attitude get to her so much. Hýril was relieved when Tanzil opened up a bit with his thoughts on the matter she had questioned him about. She casually crossed her arms and leaned against the wall on her shoulder. It wasn't a very ladylike stance but, as a Knight, she didn't have to worry about such trivial things. The elf nodded slightly as she listened before speaking up once again, "it is very odd. I don't like keeping this from her since we rarely ever have secrets." Her eyes flicked up to meet Tanzil's, "well, except until recently but this is a different matter. It's something that has to do with her and she should be made aware." She bit her lower lip absently. I mustn't tell her, though. The King was quite firm about that.
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Post by ehela on Jan 18, 2017 1:33:15 GMT -5
Leyda didn't think his comment would affect her, however when he mentioned her beauty the tinge on her cheeks only got redder. A thank you was all she was able to utter. The princess didn't notice him closer, as she was reading the contents of t he book. When he spoke her eyes met his, she was thrown off guard at the intensity of his gaze. The female was stuck to her spot, his words taking a bit longer than normal to process in her mind. She didn't know what to say. No one had ever said something of the like to her before. She was touched, although she wasn't sure. "I guess..." her voice came out softly, causing her to clear her throat a little to speak clearer. "No one's ever asked. So I never minded." She averted her gaze to the book. "But your illness. I think your answer is in here." She held it out to Anton.
"I don't believe that," Tanzil interjected. "There are so many kingdom issues that Leyda doesn't know about. So there isn't much transparency in my opinion." That was probably unnecessary, but the prince felt like being difficult. He was agitated and there was a degree of truth to what he said. He gazed at her, head tilting to the side only slightly as he pondered. "I don't think I'm going to listen to him. I'm going to tell her. Better she get out her emotions on me than him." He wasn't afraid of his father. Tanzil was his son, the king couldn't do anything to his own blood. "I just have to figure out a way to break the news. And for her to keep her mouth shut until she is supposed to know." He licked his lips, taking a look around the empty hallway. "Do you know where she is now?"
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Post by Lostwhisker on Mar 13, 2017 21:07:42 GMT -5
(xD I love all of your profile pictures. They always crack me up!)
Anton cleared his throat as well, snapping himself out of whatever thoughts he had in the previous moment. His eyes skimmed the page but the words didn't register- all he could see was the pink of Leyda's cheeks when he had complimented her. The sight was pretty and innocent but it struck something quite primal within him. Had I really wanted to kiss her? What a silly notion. I could get her sick! He dared a peek in the Princess's direction before looking back to the contents of the medical journal. Or it would've gotten me slapped and kicked out of the castle. For a moment, he had forgotten the true reason of his presence among the royal family. The words from the pages began to sink in and he read the diagnosis aloud in an uncertain tone, "Spring Fever...? Are you sure?" He met the Princess's gaze then shrugged, accepting this as his answer, "it makes some sense. I guess I have been having odd romantic feelings. I mean, most creatures do search for a mate at this time so it's only normal that our primal instincts tell us to do the same."
(Completely stole that from a manga I read xD the guy tried passing off his romantic feelings by calling it Spring Fever.)
The Knight suppressed a growl of frustration at the Prince’s lack of… ANYTHING towards her. He was talking to her as though they were strangers or, at most, acquaintances. Her hands clenched into fists though it was nearly impossible to notice the movement due to the fact her arms were crossed. Hýril was irked by the fact that Leyda was in the dark about most matters but of that she already knew. Relief washed over the elf when Tanzil announced his plan to disobey his father’s orders. It’ll be easier for him to get away with such a thing… This fact alone allowed irritation to set in since she would’ve been put to death for direct defiance. She blinked a few times before fully registering the Prince’s question, "she’s usually in the library at this time. You know how she is.” Hýril didn’t blame the Princess one bit; if she had to be stuck behind stone walls all day then she’d rather be lost in the fantasy of a novel as well.
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Post by ehela on Mar 17, 2017 1:55:57 GMT -5
Thanks, it started as a joke but the whole skeleton aeshetic kinda grew on me xD
and oo what manga o: )
Leyda nodded to reassure him. "But it's not a doctor's diagnosis. When you go back to the infirmary you'll have to talk to tell your physician about this." She didn't want to spiral him with a wrong assumption. His explanation did catch her off guard, however. Her head tilted to the side. Now she was intrigued. Romantic feelings? "A mate?" she decided to voice her thought. A slightly mischievous look overtook her features. She wouldn't let him drop this one. "I think we've advanced from being just creatures that need to breed." A curious smile started to grow. "Romantic feelings don't appear out of nowhere." Her words has a teasing tone, as she retrieved the book and placed it back onto the shelf. She face him again and crossed her arms over her chest. "So, who's caught your eye?" She didn't know what came over her, but being forward couldn't possibly go wrong, could it?
Before, Tanzil liked to give Hýril a hard time because her annoyance was cute. Now he was doing it because he was spiteful. She didn't have to outwardly express her contempt; he had years of experience. "How is she?" he questioned, playing dumb once again. The prince fell quiet. He watched her, his golden eyes fixed on hers. His features were unreadable the next few moments. "Well, you have an assassin to chase. Best get on that right away." He spoke abruptly. He ended with a professional nod of the head, straightening his back and turning. He walked towards the library, concerned with how he was gonna phrase the news to Leyda. It would be tough. Without disrupting his confident posture, a sigh escaped his lips as he neared the grandiose library doors.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Mar 17, 2017 10:35:34 GMT -5
(I can tell and it's called Miss Abbott and the Doctor. It's on this website/app called Webtoon.)
Anton nodded as she spoke, rubbing his chin where his palm was met with stubble that pricked his palm. I need to shave soon or this is going to drive me mad, he thought. The young man was surprised by the Princess's next set of words. He was unable to voice his own thoughts when their eyes met, her own dancing with a mischievous light. His mouth opened but no words came out so he simply closed it again, his eyes flicking around for any escape but there didn't seem to be one. A decision was made; he'd amuse the Princess. His gaze softened and his tense muscles relaxed as he reached out and tucked some loose hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against cheek. "oh, dear Princess, you truly have no idea?" He attempted flashing his signature lady-killer grin but it was small and a bit bashful. He gently took one of her hands from her folded arms and bowed to kiss the back of her hand, his gaze meeting hers once his lips touched her skin. The gesture was sweet but he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs as it ached to fold her in his own arms. His hand lingered in hers as he straightened and finally released it. A soft pink colored his cheeks and he dismissed it as part of the sickness, "I must be getting back to my bed." He turned away and found his way to the doors through the towering stacks.
(Uh oh... Tanzil is on the other side!)
Her jaw set in anger at the Prince's audacity to act so stupid and childish. She wanted to pick up the nearest vase and dump the murky flower water over his head. The Knight had never felt anger so intense in her life but Tanzil knew exactly how to push her buttons which was infuriating. Hýril held her tongue as she was blatantly dismissed and she bowed stiffly. She straightened and met his gaze for one last time and her own copper eyes glistened with tears. The elf turned and made her way down the hall in the opposite direction, only becoming aware of her own crying once the tears spilled over and trailed down her cheeks. She kept her head down and dashed them away with the back of her hand. She didn't understand herself at this moment but she knew she had lost the trust of the King and the Prince in one day. The knowledge of that hurt but not as much as the fact that she had lost her friendship with Tanzil.
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Post by ehela on Mar 18, 2017 2:33:34 GMT -5
Huh, never heard of it.)
She must have forgotten who she was interacting with. This was Anton, smooth-tongued and as Hýril had previously mentioned, charming. The princess had hoped she could catch him off guard, but he recovered fairly quickly. Her little smirk dropped the moment his deep voice met her ears. It was as if her left cheek had caught fire and the butterflies were bursting in her stomach. The blush had spread across her cheeks and his smile- it took every ounce of willpower not to throw herself into him. Leyda's thoughts were in a frenzy. What is he trying to say? Does he mean- no, that's not possible. Is it? No no. She couldn't even utter a word as he turned and left, her arms were limp at her side. She turned, leaning back on the books as released a well needed sigh. Don't get your hopes up.
The male was caught off guard. But he couldn't react. He masked it well; after all, he had a life of practice. His face remained stoice, though her the pain in her eyes caused the blade in his heart. He couldn't care. It took everything to tear his gaze away, but it had to be done. Now, he had a bigger problem to deal with. He strolled into the library. "Leyda?" he called, with no regard to the atmosphere. It's not like they could do anything about it. He could to whatever he wished. Tanzil was the prince.
It had probably been about three or four times before Leyda had heard her brother's calls. She came out into the opens, as the book cases were a maze of their own. "Yes Tanzil?" she addressed him. "What is it?"
Tanzil smiled at his sister, "come." His eyes flicked to the sides. "It's better we be someplace private."
Leyda looked at him with confusion. This was odd. "Okay, my room is near." She led him to her chambers.
She closed the door behind her and dismissed her maidens. She then smiled at Tanzil. The princess loved spending time at her brother. "So, what would you like to talk about?"
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Post by Lostwhisker on Mar 18, 2017 13:19:41 GMT -5
(It's good ^^ )
Anton was walking away from the library when he passed the Prince in the hall. He paused to do a quick bow but Tanzil didn't even notice his presence. The young man was surprised by this especially since the Prince's eyes seemed quite steely. It looks as though he shut himself down. How odd. The thoughts of what could possibly be troubling the other male were whisked away by replays of his interaction with the lovely Princess. The shade of her cheeks had been a lovely color- it suites her very well. He chuckled to himself and ignored the odd looks he received from a couple of maids. Anton found himself wandering the wings of the castles without any real location in mind since he didn't want to return to the medical ward. "At least she may have a clue of what this illness is doing to me," he murmured to himself. In the end, he decided it was best to return to his bed and rest for his legs were beginning to feel weak. He got [heck] from one of the nurses for vanishing like he did but she was gentle as she helped him get comfortable in his bed. He began to speak of what he and Leyda found but the nurse simply laughed, "don't be so daft, boy. Whoever you are having these feelings for simply means you care for them." A teasing twinkle lit up her eyes, "you may even love them," she added before leaving Anton to his thoughts.
The Knight locked herself in her room and spent the rest of the day at her desk. She was reviewing the reports written by both Leyda and Anton. Both followed the same timeline of events and were quite honest. He acted quite bravely... She admired but couldn't let that distract her from the odd feeling she gets from him. "Something just doesn't seem right," the elf grumbled and she flipped through the reports from her men that arrived at the scene. Many knocks sounded at her door as time went along but she just snapped at them to leave her alone. It was rare for her to become so reclusive and her men were becoming anxious. After so many times, the knocks stopped and Hýril was left alone with the parchment on her desk. There wasn't much of a description to go off of but Anton seemed to have had the most time facing the attacker. Even though she'd rather trust a raving lunatic more than the castle's visitor, she had to follow this lead. When her eyes lifted she was greeted with the sky turning wonderfully beautiful colors beyond her window. I hadn't realized how long I've been here, she found herself baffled by the amount of time she had been sitting in the same spot. The young woman stood and everything ached in protest but she stretched to loosen her stiff muscles. "I'll interview Anton in the morning. He is probably fast asleep by now with a wound like that." With the weather being kind and such a lovely sunset, she decided to explore the grounds- mostly the flourishing garden.
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Post by ehela on Mar 18, 2017 22:13:05 GMT -5
How could he do this? Leyda didn't deserve this. She looked so pure in that moment that he almost wanted to walk out there and not be the one to break her heart. "Come, sit." He took her hand in his and sat on her bed. Tanzil then place his other hand on top. "So, you're the princess."
Leyda smiled at him, looking a bit weirded out. "Yes?"
"And that comes with duties..." he paused. "Duties that... aren't exactly appealing but best for the nation."
"Yes? Now will you tell me something I don't know?" she was getting impatient. The female didn't have all day to beat around the bush. Although when Tanzil acted like this she was getting nervous.
His lips parted, searching for words to say. It was a simple statement, but he couldn't push it out of his mouth.
"Tanzil, what is it?" she pressed.
"You're... you're betrothed."
It took the princess a moment to process it. "What?" Her expression was pure confusion.
"Father, he found someone, a prince," he added the title, if it changed anything. "He's coming tomorrow and..." he didn't know how to end that.
The female jerked back, her eyes widening. "What?"
Tanzil bit his lip. "I know, it's sudden and with the recent events-"
"I don't know the man!" Leyda's words were abrupt.
"I know, I know, but you have tomorrow and probably the day after that-"
"Do I even have a choice?!" she exclaimed.
He hesitated. "No... and it doesn't look like he's backing down on this decision."
Leyda didn't know what to think. she was trying to be rational. She knew eventually she would have to take up this responsibility, just not so soon. Not now.
Tanzil enveloped her in his embrace. "I wish I could do something. You shouldn't be forced into a marriage. If I could switch places, I would."
She didn't know how to act, she was in shock. All she could do was let him hold her. And, oddly, Anton's image kept popping into her mind, and she felt worse and worse about the circumstances.
The siblings were together for a while, with Tanzil reassuring her and then assuring her silence about the subject, and Leyda in a stoic state. When Tanzil left, Leyda remained in her bed, curled up and now that she was finally alone with her thoughts, the tears started to fall.
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Post by Lostwhisker on Mar 18, 2017 22:53:38 GMT -5
Anton had a peaceful morning, that was, until he heard the news of the new arrival. The castle was buzzing with the gossip of Leyda's betrothal and everyone was very excited- all except for Anton. He sat with his nose in a book in attempt to distract himself. Two nurses whispered near by and giggled which caused him to bend the cover of the book with irritation. "Could you move that incessant noise elsewhere?" He snapped which gave a shock to the women. His gaze followed them out before he sighed and tossed the book to the ground. It was a fine read but his mind was preoccupied by the arrival of a Prince meant for Leyda. "He won't even know the first thing about her..." he grumbled, "he won't appreciate her laugh, smile, spirit..." Anton groaned and covered his face with his hands. There's nothing I can do, he thought and felt utterly helpless. And to think that this was the day he was going to swallow his fears and confess to the Princess.
Hýril barked orders to her men and straightened out their armor. She shooed away any of them that didn't shine their shoes or swords well enough. The arrival of another royal was all about being flashy and dazzling them with their staff and wares. She truly despised how loathsome some royals could be; far too picky and snooty. By noon, every corner of the castle- inside and out- was manned and patrolled constantly. There couldn't be any mistakes made especially with a ball following that evening. She wanted to reach out to Leyda and make sure she was prepared for such a step but they were both busy. I'm sure she's being forced to get all prim and proper before his arrival, the thought made her tighten the chest plate of one of her men a bit too tight. She grumbled an apology before patrolling the outer perimeter with her finest men. They had yet to encounter any suspicious figures so she allowed her mind to wander. It wasn't fair for Leyda to be enduring this suddenly; and so young... They hadn't even had time to train together which was only making the knight more anxious than usual. She stopped her group when a pure white carriage rolled passed them and through the gates to enter the grounds of the castle. They followed at a much slower pace and Hýril began commanding her men to unhitch the white stallions from the carriage and bring them to the stables to be groomed and fed.
The coachman hurried down from his perch to open the door of the carriage. He bowed as a gloved hand reached out to grasp the handle on the door to steady the person it was attached to as they exited. The young man had deeply tanned skin from his ocean-side kingdom and rowan brown hair. The afternoon sun picked out the natural red highlights in his locks and made his sea green eyes sparkle. He busied himself with removing his gloves by pinching the tip of the forefinger as he admired the castle. "Oh, how quaint," he mused as a scrawny, sniveling man stumbled to stand beside him. The Prince looked over to the older gentleman that stood a foot shorter than him, "make a notation: need a bigger castle." He then left his gloves on the shoulder of the scribe and took his time walking up the castle steps gracefully as though everyone should be watching his ascent.
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Post by ehela on Mar 18, 2017 23:56:38 GMT -5
It had been a pretty restless night. Aside from trying to figure out escape plans and then taking a while to finally come to terms with it. She had managed to get a couple hours of uncomfortable sleep before being woken up at the crack of dawn. She didn't want to get up, but she couldn't deny a presence with the king. The conversation went fairly well; she took it like a good and obedient daughter. And just as the king stepped out four maids had fluttered in with such chirpy attitudes it made the princess want to crawl back under the covers and skip the whole spectacle. Nonetheless she was dragged out. The princess this morning was treated like, well, a princess. The maidens aided her every step and task to getting ready. She combed her hair, and styled the silvery white locks into a braided updo. A tiara with pink diamonds highlighted the fairy like pink tinge in her hair. Granted she did has dark circles under her eyes, so they applied more makeup than usual to give her a flawless base, thick lashes, rosy cheeks and lips. She wore an elegant dress and black lace heels. Her ears and neck were adorned with simple jewelry. She did look beautiful, even if the light in her eyes wasn't as bright as it usually was. This did take hours, surprisingly, when the maiden's bickering and chatting were taken into account.
"Are you excited dear?" an elder crooned. Leyda smiled and nodded, as she was the whole time. That's all she could do, smile and nod at all the giddy remarks.
Eventually a maiden came rushing in. "He's arrived."
Once again the chatter erupted and next thing she knew she was being guided in the halls.
They stopped at a window where a maid claimed she saw the prince, but all they saw was a white carriage and guards.
Leyda made it to the meeting room, where she was first met with the familiar face of her brother.
Tanzil had been running around all day with his father making preparations. He had countlessly made snide remarks at hour ridiculous it was but the king remained blissfully ignorant. He had also checked up on Hýril briefly but thankfully there was no time for a conversation. He looked disheveled then but he had managed to polish himself just in time for the arrival.
When he saw his sister his face softened immediately. "You look beautiful," he gushed and hugged her, kissing her forehead.
Leyda grinned up at him. "Thanks brother. You look well yourself." Tanzil reciprocated the grin and pulled away. Leyda then spoke about a thought that had been plaguing her. "Where's Hýril? I haven't seen her." she was disappointed in that. She wished she could see her best friend before this drastic event. Tanzil opened his mouth to reply but was cut short by the sound of his father's roaring laughter.
The king entered with the unfamiliar royal and a few guards. Leyda looked at Tanzil, suddenly afraid but he smiled at her reassuringly. I'm right here, he mouthed and he turned to face his soon to be brother-in-law.
"Tanzil, may I present you the prince of Xiafenth, Casimir Bernhard." Tanzil respectfully bowed. Leyda's gaze didn't leave the handsome stranger. She wasn't going to deny his looks.
The king beckoned Leyda. "Casimir, this is Leyda, my daughter and your fiancee."
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Post by Lostwhisker on Mar 19, 2017 0:23:31 GMT -5
Anton rolled onto his side and refused to speak to anybody or join them in their cheery conversations about the engagement. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep most of the day even though being alone with his thoughts drove him mad. Soon enough, the young man drifted to sleep due to his lack of it the night before. He had spent most of the evening writing by candlelight all that he wanted to say to Leyda that morning. When a nurse came to check on the resting man, she picked up the book he had tossed on the floor. A piece of parchment slipped from the pages and drifted to the stone floor. The woman glanced at Anton's back to make sure he was sound asleep before bending to pick up the folded note. In delicate cursive, the Princess's name was scrawled in ink with a few splatters at the end. Curiosity overcame her and she began to read the love letter meant for Leyda's eyes only. She only became more intrigued as she went on and covered her mouth from shock as she realized what this man was attempting to convey. Her heart ached for the poor soul so she did what any castle servant did... She passed around the note to a few of the maids before sending one off to place it in the Princess's chambers.
Hýril bowed her head to the King when he stepped into the foyer to escort the Prince to Leyda. She dared not to meet his gaze but did follow them. The Knight did her best to catch the Princess's eye from the entryway but she was being polite as she should. The elf wrinkled her nose in distaste at the arrivals name but quickly composed herself in case anyone had noticed. Sighs sounded behind her and she turned to see some dreamy-eyed maids though she wasn't sure whether they were looking at Tanzil or the new Prince. Her eyes narrowed in response and they quickly hurried away from the room. At least I still hold the respect of them, she thought but she was aware it was more of the fear that made them obey. The Knight clasped her hands behind her back and watched in amusement as Prince Casimir's scribe struggled to carry all of the luggage in. After a few failed attempts from the man, Hýril decided it was best to help and flashed a rare smile as she did so. The two of them disappeared up the steps to unload everything in one of the many rooms the castle offered.
Prince Casimir dipped his head to Tanzil then flashed a dazzling smile and took the Princess's hand, kissing the back of it. The gesture was more polite than romantic as Anton had the day before. He straightened and promptly dropped her hand a bit carelessly before clasping his own behind his back. He began to pace around the room, his eyes scanning his surroundings though it wasn't clear if he was admiring or judging. He turned back to the King and his family, "your kingdom is quite modest, Your Highness." He grinned and the corner of his eyes crinkled though his eyes were showing his growing boredom with the place. The Prince seemed to have no interest in Leyda but more so what he was going to inherit through marrying her.
(Sorry Casimir's response is short >o< )
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Post by ehela on Mar 19, 2017 0:54:58 GMT -5
After the initial greeting Tanzil didn't pay much attention to the guest. He had noticed the knight in the background and proceeded to watch her while the others talked. He had noticed the maidens and forced himself not to react, although with Hýril's reaction his lips tilted upwards slightly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth and his gaze moved to the Casimir, sizing him up. He gave off an obnoxious aura. He didn't like him already, although that was partly because of the circumstances of their meeting.
Leyda's blue green eyes never moved from the royal. When you saw a predator, you don't take your eyes off it just in case they come after you. Her fiance wasn't a predator, but she certainly felt helpless about the situation. She wore a regal smile when he had kissed her hand, although her mind went back to the day before in the library and immediately started comparing the two instances. Now lost in her thoughts, she paid no mind to the male.
The king was also grinning, looking joyful. His downfall, he was a slave to his pride. "Modest you say?" he chuckled. " We do prefer the quality of a kingdom rather than mere volume. This castle was made with the finest material, only the best. I've heard of the Xiafenth fortress is quite large."
Tanzil raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. He bit back his tongue. He wanted to see his next move.
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Post by Lostwhisker on May 11, 2017 12:51:39 GMT -5
The Knight was helping the overwhelmed scribe into the largest room they could find when she glanced down the hall and saw a maid sneaking out of Leyda's chambers. Her eyes narrowed but she made sure she politely excused herself before marching to the heavy double doors leading into the room. She eased one of the doors open and peeked inside, one hand hovering over the hilt of her blade. The elf relaxed when she realized that the room was empty --
but that maid was acting odd. She began searching the entire room for anything harmful that may have been placed within the Princess's reach. When she came up with nothing in other obvious hiding places, she moved to the desk. Her fingers were light as she sifted through the drawers but nothing seemed out of place except for a loose piece of parchment. At closer inspection, she saw a name scrawled on the top. Curiosity overtook her and she gingerly unfolded it. She merely skimmed over the words but she got the gist of what was being said -- Anton, hm? She tucked the parchment into the top of her breastplate for safe-keeping and left the room back in its original state. The Knight returned to the royals gathering below and did her best to hid her growing anxiety.
Prince Casimir was aware he had struck a sore spot with the King but thought over his next words carefully. He waved a hand in the air dismissively, "oh, don't fret, M'Lord. I'd never wish to insult your home. Yes, our kingdom is as large as it is fortified." He crossed his arms and continued looking around him, "but, you are quite right. You have a divine taste in art, Your Majesty." He was not yet married to the King's daughter and knew he had to remain polite in front of the old drinker. Casimir brought his gaze to Leyda, "I hate to part with such a lovely sight but I must properly compose myself for this evening's festivities." The Prince once again lazily kissed the back of her hand and dismissed himself to his room.
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