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Metia keep watching Clarice as the little girl keep on caressing her turtle, once she heard Selene’s words about how it wasn’t easy being a mother, and that Tempest didn’t made things easier for her. Metia just smiled and nodded. Selene sometimes was like that, even tho she was way more obedient than her brother, and of course, than Clarice.
“You were the most quiet and obedient, I ever had.”
Metia told Selene as she thought about the past, when everything was different, when Selene was a little girl, even tho she doesn’t wish all of her past back, lots of problems happen, and that was the phase that Metia had that desire on wanting to take over her husband’s kingdom, and was wicked like hell. But time changed her, or love changed her, she started to love Henry and once he turned the tables, she only felt pain, because she was finally feeling how it is to have somebody ignore her beauty and her existence. Love basically conquers all, well in books it always does.
Soon the subject changed, and now it was about Joffrey, if there was nothing that Selene could do for him, and if Henry would truly kill him.
“OR will Joffrey kill your father?”
Metia replayed Selene with a question and not an answer. She rose her head slowly, and saw somebody else in the throne room, but then her eyes changed to the extreme large window as she looked at the sky.
“I’ve already faced Joffrey’s demon, when you got pregnant. And I felt he was able to do anything to destroy what got in his way.”
Metia was remembering that meeting with Joffrey, that thing even “eat a bit of her”, at least one of her birds, when Metia shifted into dozen birds he ate two or something, luckily for her it only left her some scratches on her true body figure.
“The only thing that stopped him was probably the thought of you. If it is meant to be, he will stop, or either will regret his mistakes. In the end love tends to conquer all.”
Would this really happen? She feared losing her husband, this wasn’t easy for neither of the two them. Both their husbands were going in a war, that maybe one of them would die. Would it be easy for Metia face her daughter if her husband dies? Or will it be easy for Selene face her own father if he kills Joffrey? Life isn’t easy.
“But all we can do now just, wait.”
She finally turned her head to look at her daughter, and showed her some small smile while saying those words. It was the best comfort in words Metia could give.
As her mother admitted that she was the most quiet and obedient child she ever had, Selene couldn’t help but laugh softly. It was true, she had been such a well-behaved child and forever idolized her mother…even to this day. But so much had changed from the day she had met Joffrey for the first time. To reflect on a time when she was so quiet was humorous in a time of sorrow. But soon the conversation steered back to Joffrey, and the princess felt an ache in her chest. She too remembered that horrible time when she felt her fiance had forsaken her. She lay in an inn dying, and she felt like her world was ending. There was no point living if she could not do so with her dark prince. And yet, there was a war waging between her own blood and her one true love. Life was truly cruel.
Love did conquer all as her mother proceeded to state, but could it really stop a war between all that Selene herself loved? Feeling torn and broken, she turned to look at her mother. A war was happening whether they liked it or not. Either Joffrey or Henry would die, and Selene would be heartbroken no matter what. And what if her husband killed her father? Surely her own life would end from the loss. What was going to happen to her baby?
So many negative thoughts swirled around in her mind. But she knew she had to be strong. Tempest was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, born from the very love that the world condemned. Nothing could destroy it. Smiling faintly as she thought of the strength Tempest brought to both families, Selene looked at her mother with tears in her eyes “I just wish my daughter was here to wait with me.”
It was true. The princess longed for her daughter to be here, as well as her son. But looked at his grieving mother after Tempest had stormed out and had no words. Bowing to his mother and grandmother, he slipped out to find solace in the library.
But when he’d laid hands on her and kissed her like that?
It made her tingle still thinking of it.
She wandered around the unfamiliar halls, watching servants and errant knights run about, doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing.
She passed the open doors of the castle’s library, taking a quick peek inside. She would have continued down the hall but a familiar head of honey-colored hair caught her attention and she backtracked. Stepping into the library, her steps were light on the flagstones as she approached the figure bent over one of the more heavier tomes.
“Hello, Lucan.” Tempest greeted softly.
Lucan stood before a vast mapping table, different charts and maps scattered around. In one hand, he held a thick leather book that was filled with different war strategies. His other hand was busy dragging his pointer finger from place to place as if he were coming up with a strategy all his own. He felt utterly useless to his family. The young warlock didn’t know enough to fight, and yet he wished to defend his family just as his grandfather was. So here he was, finding solace if the vast amount of books and maps offered to him.
When he heard the pleasant sound of his sister’s voice, Lucan glanced up to offer a small smile to his sister. “Hello, Tempest. Do you wish to join me?” One of the castle servants was close by and seemed to have a fondness for the young wizard. When Lucan glanced towards her and reached out for his tankard of mead, she blushed furiously and bowed her head. Despite being born out of wedlock, it seemed Lucan was able to capture respect like a royal. He chuckled softly before looking at Tempest once more as he brought the tankard to his lips “Would you care for some honeymead? It is quite excellent.”
The servant girl walked over and bowed her head politely with a gentle smile, one hand holding the tray with the other gestured towards the mead. As Lucan waited to see if his sister would partake in a drink with him, he searched her face warily. After a moment or two, he asked quietly “Are you as troubled as I am? “ Lucan chose his words carefully. He despised Joffrey himself for what he was doing to his family, but he knew that the prince was still Tempest’s father. He would have to be be respectful.
Metia watched her daughter, Selene, with a small smile upon her face. Clarice was already removing herself from Metia’s lap, as she just sat down at her feet, and keep playing with her turtle, the little princess seemed to be more interested on her own turtle, even tho deep inside she was caring about this matter, about this entire war, and she feared something bad would happen to her father, she had never met Joffrey before so she doesn’t care about him, whoever, she cares about her sister, Selene, and she knows if this Joffrey dies, Selene will be devastated, even tho that man isn’t the same anymore. Her mother says love conquers all, but it can also fuck up everything, right?
Whenever Metia noticed Selene’s eyes getting redder as she was about to cry again, Metia quickly removed herself from her throne and walked up to Selene as she got on her knees and wrapped her arms around her daughter, tightly, hugging her with the all love she had, and giving it all to her daughter, the strength both wanted and the support they needed.
“Its going to be okay, just give Tempest some space, she will be fine. She’s still a young lady, and sooner or later will understand it is not her fault. Sometimes what she really needs is space from her mother and company from somebody else or just alone.”
Metia whispered into Selene’s ear, as she began to play slowly with Selene’s hair and caress her back with her other hand, still hugging her daughter. She was simple telling Selene what she used to do when her children were younger, she gave them space once she knew that they really didn’t wanted her around, or they needed time to deal with their problems alone and have the solution alone.
Metia pulled back and stared at her daughter’s face as she tucked a bang of her hair behind her ear.
“Whatever happens, you will at least always have your mother love.”
Metia told her with a warming smile.
“Yes, thank you.” Tempest nodded, slipping into the chair beside him.
“Would you care for some honeymead? It is quite excellent.”
“No,but thank you for the offer.” she replied. There was a silence between the two as he continued pouring over charts and graphs.
“Are you as troubled as I am?”
“A little.” Tempest replied, staring at her hands. And then her anguish and heartbreak began to pour out of her. “This whole thing is my fault, Lucan and I don’t know how to fix it! If I had just done what my grandfather asked, none of this would be happening! And now..it’s too late! I’m going to lose my family!” Tempest felt tears welling up in her eyes and flow down her cheeks. “And now there’s a man out there…a fae prince…fighting in a war that’s not even his to fight…all because of me! If he dies…” She covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sob that wanted to escape her throat. “I wish I was dead.” she mumbled sadly. “Everybody would be better off if I was no longer alive.”
Some would have been horrified by her words, how she wished she was dead. The guilt of her actions was eating her alive and she didn’t know how she was going to bounce back from the hurt and the pain she was feeling. Her life was worth nothing to her anymore. She just wanted the people she hurt to be safe and whole.
Selene watched as her sister played with the turtle. The younger princess seemed so content to play by herself that she found herself envying Clarice. Her life seemed so perfect in her own little world. When tears began to fall, she was surprised when her mother got up to kneel before her with a hug. It seemed so much had changed with her parents. Leaning forward, Selene wrapped her arms around Metia and closed her eyes. With her mother’s affections, the world seemed a tad bit brighter. Listening to her mother give her advice on Tempest, Selene knew she was right. Tempest needed her space, and it was often something she needed herself when she felt frustrated.
Pulling back to look at her mother, she said “I just hope that she stays safe.” Seeing her mother’s smile, she offered a weak smile in return.
Soon Magda returned in a simple yet elegant dark blue dress that brought out her eyes. It fit her perfectly while keeping her modestly covered as she should be in the angel realm. Walking into the room, it was then that she noticed the stranger that came in with Tempest. Stepping cautiously towards him, she asked politely “Do you seek an audience with the king and queen?”
As his sister slipped in the chair beside him, Lucan sat down and neglected the charts. Crossing his legs like a gentleman, he looked over at Tempest while placing his hands on his knee “Of course” he responded in regards to her preferring not to drink.
Soon the princess began to spill about her feelings and what her part had played in the war. Lucan listened politely and intently as she spoke, his head nodding every so often as he pondered silently. Seeing her so distraught only increased his anger towards Joffrey further but he would not speak based on his own prejudices.
When the fae prince was mentioned, the young warlock raised an eyebrow with intrigue and smiled faintly “My dearest sister, are you in love?” Waving a hand so she did not feel obligated to answer that, he continued “Yes, I am sure things would have been a bit different if you went with a powerful king’s decree. However, that is the past and what’s done is done. But the prince is waging a war against our mother’s kingdom. A kingdom that is known to be peaceful. You cannot blame yourself for your father’s corruption.”
As Lucan spoke, he wanted to speak foully of the demon prince. And yet, he himself had been born out of dark magic. How could he judge a situation he did not know everything about. With a deep sigh, he spoke quietly “I truly believe Joffrey would not do something to hurt mother and yourself so. There must be something else going on. Something you cannot blame yourself for.” Leaning forward, he grabbed Tempest’s hands “I do not wish you were dead. Yes, you may have acted poorly on behalf of your father and the demon king. But you are young. You know how imperfect your own parents are. Feeling sorry for yourself will not keep your knight alive.”
-As Ryo empties his flask, he bends down and puts it back into his left boot, where it belonged. As he sits back up, he sees the woman walking toward him.-
Stepping cautiously towards him, she asked politely “Do you seek an audience with the king and queen?”
-He felt like a worm being dangled in front of a fish, but wanted to be as polite as he could, so he stands up, removing his hood an bows his head to her-
“Honestly, I am not sure, ma’am. I arrived here with Lady Tempest, but it seems that there are more pressing matters here… But if I would have left, I would have been seen as a spy. I do not need any more beings hunting me down. So, I guess what I am saying is that at the very least, I do not want to make an enemy of this kingdom.”
-He felt a little unease as he stood there. He was not sure what she would say.-
-He thinks to himself- I am not sure what will happen here, but whatever the outcome will be, I will accept it.
“Of course I blame myself! If I had just done what I was asked…and now it’s too late.”
She looked away from her brother, her tears leaving silver trails down her cheeks. He reached over and took her hands.
“I truly believe Joffrey would not do something to hurt mother and yourself so. There must be something else going on. Something you cannot blame yourself for….I do not wish you were dead. Yes, you may have acted poorly on behalf of your father and the demon king. But you are young. You know how imperfect your own parents are. Feeling sorry for yourself will not keep your knight alive.”
“He is not my knight.” she declared hotly, her body language screaming “denial”. And it was somewhat true. Sirus and his family had been kind to her when she was in need. She owed them a debt she wasn’t sure she could repay. And now he was out there with her grandfather. “And I would truly hate myself more than I already do if he were to come to harm.” she whispered.
Without waiting for Lucan to reply, Tempest rose to her feet and strode from the library.
Some of the servants were staring at the young princess in awe. She was standing in the middle of the courtyard with her golden wings extended to their fullest width. Her blonde hair was blowing around her as if caught in an invisible wind and her eyes were closed. She looked almost Angelic and they wondered if she was of the Holy Lands much like the Thrones of the Lord. One brave soul approached Tempest, a hand out to touch her. Tempest’s eyes snapped open and her eyes flared red.
“Don’t touch me!” she snarled, her demon fangs clearly visible in her mouth. The poor boy jumped back in fright and the others realized she was more her father’s daughter than her mother’s. Tempest crouched low to the ground and with a single flap of her majestic wings, launched herself into the sky.
She flew around the battlements under the watchful gaze of the guards, who had been warned beforehand that Tempest was a hybrid and to give her space when she needed it.
She flew in a circle around the castle, higher and higher until she was near the tallest tower at the tallest part of the castle. Like a majestic bird of prey, she landed upon its roof and from there she had a perfect view of the battle. She could see dust clouds in the distance of the approaching demon horde and she could make out her grandfather upon his horse as the encampment at the training grounds was slowly dismantled.
She crouched upon the roof, head bent as the skies overhead opened up and the rain began to fall.
“Please…keep them safe…keep my family safe.” she whispered.
Madga looked at the stranger curiously, wondering what his purpose was here. But as he stated why he was here, the mermaid looked around curiously. Tempest seemed to not be here anymore and she wondered silently if the princess was all right. Her blue eyes fell on Selene inquisitively before she looked back at the stranger. She seemed clearly confused while looking at him.
“Well…I…um. I am Magda, Princess Selene’s handmaiden. I can assure you, the last thing this kingdom needs is a spy.” Her eyes searched his face before she asked “Why were you traveling with Princess Tempest?” Realizing she was being rude by asking so many questions, she smiled weakly and added “Forgive me if I appear rude. Everything is just so hectic now.”
Lucan watched his sister’s outburst silently. She seemed so convinced that she had to be down on herself, and he was done doting on her feelings. Things were far too bad now to sit here and stroke his sister’s conscience. Tempest felt it was her fault and no matter what anyone said, it was how she would continue to feel.
Still saying nothing as tears rolled down her eyes, the young warlock just sighed heavily. Before he could manage to even say anything, she was storming off yet again. Lucan crossed his arms and stared at the empty seat before him. Everything was just a mess.
Selene was in a daze with his grandmother, Magda was dealing with her own loss, and Tempest was completely down in the dumps. Could he help no one?
Still silent, Lucan picked up the leather book again and began to absorb himself in his reading once more. It was all he really could do at this point.
]”Well…I…um. I am Magda, Princess Selene’s handmaiden.
-He listens to her as she speaks to him, taking note of her nervousness. He listened to her closely, trying to pick out any underlying threats. It had become a habit of his to do this, never really trusting anyone. Was he a fool, or did he just trust too much of others, especially those he had just met.
Why were you traveling with Princess Tempest?”
“No need to apologize, I completely understand, Miss Magda. I am a refugee, a fugitive on the run. I had been in the mountains, hiding out for a few days, and one night, the princess had found the light from the cave and came in. It had been a long time since I had the privilege to hold a conversation with another. I found that she did not repulse me, and once we drifted off to sleep, we were attacked by trolls, and she diverted their attention momentarily. I followed her here because I would not have survived the onslaught of attacks, and could not stay there an longer. I though that I would have been a little more accepted here, though I knew not of the affairs that were coming loose here.”
-He sat there, looking to the woman as he spoke. Once he finished, he looked down. He was not sure why, but he thought to himself that it would be better if he just told the complete truth, what they did with him from there was becoming more and more inconsequential.
Magda offered a small smile when he said he understood and went on to explain how he was on the run. It made sense to her that someone would seek refuge in a peaceful angelic kingdom such as this. From what the handmaiden had seen, both the king and queen were quite welcoming. However, at the moment, everything seemed a bit broken. Princess Selene was in a daze and worried about her family, Queen Metia worried for her family as well, and Lucan and Tempest were nowhere to be seen in the throne room.
As Ryo explained the troll attacks, worry crossed her face “The princess was attacked by trolls? Are her parents even aware of this?” With a sigh, she realized he probably didn’t know that.
Turning away from him, she ran a hand through her hair before exhaling slowly. This was just a mess. Glancing at him once more, she offered another small smile “Would you like me to fetch you anything to drink? I suppose you are a guest here in the castle now.”
As Lucius magic had foreshadowed, the Queen of Elves and young Lady Karena were transported back to Haven Castle in a flash of blinding light. Some guards came running at them, but immediately recognized the noble and Queen form earlier. “We wish to speak with Queen Metia. However, there is an item I require urgently that only the young Lady can attain.” The guards nodded and stood aside a bit to let Celandiam speak with Karena. “Do you remember where you were born?” Karena though a moment before responding. “Yes. In the mountains, at Angel’s home.” Celandiam nodded and continued after the Lady answered. “The item is hidden there, among the floorboards. The item is the key to a chamber below the… house itself, where the real object I require is hidden. It will not be easy to retrieve, but you can signal Lucius from the location and he will transport you back. You will only have to fly there. Do you remember how to find it?” Karena glanced at the guards and nodded, then spread her greyed wings. She’d never had the blessing of white wings, because of her mother’s possession during the pregnancy. She, fortunately, had also never been taught the difference between black and white winged angels, so she did not know the significance of her misfortune.
As soon as Karena took flight, Celandiam turned back to the guards and raised a single pale eyebrow. They immediately stood at attention and bowed to her, then turned to lead her to the queen.
“I will wait here for the young Lady Karena, good knights. Thank you.” The Casterly guards looked at each other worriedly when the Queen of Elves suddenly stopped walking, but they simply nodded. One went to fetch Prince Lucan so that he be aware of the audience that was going to be requested of his grandmother, and the other went to make said grandmother Queen Metia aware of the audience as well.
“M’lord, Queen Celandiam of the Free Elves and Lady Karena Jameson of Stormwind are to seek an audience with our own Queen when the young Lady returns. Do you wish to attend?” The guard seemed nervous, but perhaps it was because the Daughter of the Moon was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. And Lady Jameson wasn’t far behind her.
As the second guard entered the great throne room, he kneeled before Queen Metia and her daughters and bowed his had. “My Queen, Queen Celandiam of the Free Elves, Daughter of the Moon, has sent two powerful warriors among our knights and King to fight House Brax. Her companion, Lady Karena Jameson, daughter of the late Lady Johanna and missing Lord Karl Jameson of Stormwind, has gone to acquire something for Queen Celandiam. When the young Lady returns, they wish to request an audience with you and the princesses.” He kept his head down when he finished, hoping he had worded everything correctly.
Metia stared at her daughter into her eyes, as she kept her arms slowly around her body, so she could still comfort Selene.Metia could see that Selene was a bit surprised on seeing Metia hugging her like this, but time did change everybody, and changed a lot Metia, now she’s way better than before. Whenever Selene said she hoped Tempest would be safe, Metia simple nodded, its not like her guards would stop doing their work, even if the war is going on, right? And there’s Lucan as well for Tempest, maybe the both of them can get to know more each other, and get a long, maybe a company of a sibling is needed, who knows.
As Metia was having her time with Tempest some guard decided to step in, and say something. Metia stood up from the ground, and stared down at the guard, as she heard his words. It seems the Queen Celandiam of the Free elves, wanted to have a chat with her. She sent two powerful warriors among her knights and her king to fight House Brax, she was glad this Queen done such thing, and she wouldn’t mind to have a chat with this Queen, even tho her husband is out there, fighting for his kingdom, all she can do now is just pray everything goes fine, and she never prays, she never believed in such thing, and yet, she’s feeling something that makes her want to pray, even tho she doesn’t believe in such things.
“Alright, tell them that I allow and invite them into my castle for the audience.”
Metia told the guard, as the man simple bowed and went tell the others about this.
Clarice was still on the ground, leaning her back against her mother’s throne, she kept on playing with her turtle, yet her ears was focused on everything, her eyes wasn’t watching much, but she was still pretty much aware of what is going on, and is feelings the pain the others does as well, maybe not as much as they do, but enough.
If one were to be watching the war unfold from high above, to the east they would see the red glow of the battle between Angel and Demon forces, right on the borders of the Vaas and Night lands. The dull roar of the battle could be heard for many many miles, and no doubt this would leave the people of the Vaas wondering if their Knights and soldiers would be coming home….or going to meet their maker.
But…from the north, a dreaded sight. For the Women, the Witches, Vampires and all dark females were now riding on beasts and brooms, heading straight for the Vaas lands, and to seize a window of opportunity against the royals of the Casterly.
Headed in the front of the large swarm, was none other than Minerva and her three sisters. Each looking frightful and wicked, with their hair flowing about them, their silken black robes billowing, as they cackled and whooped, not caring who heard them.
“Almost there…I can taste that angelic aura…fly faster!” Minerva urged, as Portia giggled and sang, flying in behind her. Ethel was licking her lips in anticipation of tasting Tempest’s essence.
“I smell….I smell….”
“You do actually.” Delilah said, who was riding in behind her..
The rain continued to fall as the battlegrounds became damp with the blood of the fallen. Angels and Demons alike fell to their foes and Tempest simply wished it would all stop. Tears mixed with the rain upon her face as the sounds of the battle echoed across the lands to where she sat, still upon the roof of the tower.
A cackling drew her attention away from the battlefield and she looked northward. A dark swarm, which she at first mistook for a storm cloud, was heading in her direction. As the darkness moved closer, she realized it was no cloud. It was a coven of witches.
“Oh no!” Tempest whispered to herself. She realized the implications of this. With most of the men out in the battle, the castle and its inhabitants were left virtually unprotected. “Mother! Grandmother!” she gasped. She stood quickly and unfurled her wings. Shaking the water from her form, she launched herself from the tower and began making her way to the ground. She had to put out the warning so the others could get to safety. She would not let another member of her family come to harm. Not if she could help it.
But would she be able to call out the alarm in time?
Selene was enjoying the comfort from her mother when she heard others being announced. Sitting up in her throne, she looked down at the guests curiously. It was hardly the time to be entertaining, but it appeared the elves had sent reinforcements to help with the war. Offering a polite smile, she said nothing. Metia was handling the business herself and the princess was dealing with her own inner turmoil.
She was happy to hear that her father would be protected…but she still felt so torn about her husband being in the war. Was he even her husband anymore? Did he love her? What of their family? So many thoughts and doubts clouded her mind that she hardly was the princess her mother could be proud of.
Lucan was once more reading in the library when he was interrupted yet again. Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow as the man announced his news “My audience? I suppose I ought to attend. It would be wise to check on my mother.” It seemed he was speaking more to himself than the man, but it didn’t matter to him. Stepping around the table, he offered a polite smile“Shall we?”
As he stepped by, it was then that he noticed the fair maiden. Pausing in his steps, his smile grew as he bowed “A pleasure to meet you, m’lady. I am Lucan Casterly. Will you give me the honor of escorting you?” Taking her hand, he brushed his lips over her soft skin before tucking her hand under his arm. Looking down at her with a boyish smile, he waited for her permission to lead her to the throne room.
The sky grew dark, with rolling clouds that splintered lightning bolts. The ominous sound of thunder rolling across the plains and mountains signaled that a storm was brewing, but in fact, this was no ordinary storm, no….this was the signal of a diabolical force that was on the wind, using extraordinary powers granted to some of earth’s most evil females. Cackling laughter, hooting and screaming obscenities, had gathered on mass in a force that few had seen before. The grand aerial procession began to circle the castle turrets, with hair flowing wild and free from witches large and small, dark and tall. A dark shadow befell the castle Haven and many windows from the smallest room, to the grand throne room were blasted open, cracking with a blue energy no one would have ever seen before. Curtains billowed and those that had gathered in rooms across the castle may well be dumbfounded by the unnatural event taking place. Witches, Vampires, dragons of night, goblins, necromancers…an ominous sight.
“BEHOLD…THE ROYAL JEWEL, SISTERS!” Screamed Minerva who rode high upon her ancient broom.
And then it happened, whizzing through each open door and window, the black clothed army arrived on mass, causing paintings to fall off walls, statues to collapse.
Witches…witches three and their leader arrived in the Throne room through the opened balcony window, and lept off their broomsticks, and stood tall amongest angel and elf folk. Behind them, vampires emerged from sweeping black mist, and the crowd grew to a size that would overwhelm those within.
In the midst of this corrupt crew, was Minerva, who wore the King of Brax’s collar, its jewel gleaming with a radiation of power. She glanced side to side and then snarled as she saw the Queen and her daughter Clarice.
“What..have we here? The -tries not to laugh- Angel Queen and her…ch…ch…child. PORTIA…get the kid!”
Portia licked her lips and flicked back her hair, moving at lightning speed and clasping the girl around the throat, lifting her up and off the ground.
“Like this?” She squealed, shaking the girl as though she was a fish.
“Like that…yes.” Minerva laughed, as Rashna unfurled her wings from behind her in a show of strength.
“PUT HER DOWN!”
Portia stuck out her tongue at Rashna and said simply. “No.”
In the mean time, Ethel was sniffing the air. “I smell….I smell….TEMPEST!” Ethel said with a gasp, as Delilah jumped up and down clapping her hands. “Finally…we will be BEAU-TI-FUL” she said, smoothing back her hair and showing off her over sized mole.
Minerva didn’t care for all that, she had her sights set on the Queen, Metia.
“SO…You’re the one my King, my MASTER told me all about. How…on earth you came to be Queenie of all this, is beyond me. What did you do to blind the King to what you…TRULY are? Hmm? She said with a menacing stare. “Well, doesn’t matter…you are going to meet with MY King again……right…about…NOW!”
At this moment, the jewel within her collar glowed brightly, showing a rainbow of color that then streamed out and formed bolts of light, that moved with the eerie look of snake like streams, gathering around Metia, and turning into a cage, that looked to harden like steel. A trap of sorts, that made her look like a bird in a cage.
The other witches and vampires all laughed and hooted, to see this show of power.
The battle to kidnap the Queen had begun…..
The battle drums could now be heard, for all men to prepare to leave their homes, and take up with the army of the Casterly to gather on mass in Vaas plains, to be ready to defend the homeland against the Evil hordes that would attempt to cross the borders on their march for Haven Castle. Already there would be families now being torn apart, wives and mothers, children weeping as their loved ones don their armour and collect their swords and bows. This was happening right across the Kingdom, and not just in Haven Castle. But it is here, that men must make choices, and one such man was Ira. He handed the scroll to Metia, who was now the Sovereign, while the King was away in battle.
“My Queen, I leave you Rashna to protect you and your child. She is a Throne of God and in her own right one with great power should she chose to wield it. The death of my Brother, Orion; has made me realize that I cannot stand idly by and watch my Brother go to fight a war in his name. So, I am to join them in this quest. May God’s light shine upon you both. And if I do not return…it was a pleasure to have met you both.”
The Throne turned to Rashna, who was shaking her head, imploring him not to go. She ran to him and took his hand, bringing it to her lips. “I can’t lose you too. Please..!” Rashna begged. Ira looked down at her fondly, and then stroked her cheek. “Have a little faith in me, Sister. Even if it is only in your dreams, I will see you again. Take care of the Royals. Please. Do this for me.” Ira withdrew his hand from her hold, and headed off after his brother, Henry, to prepare for his place in the Angel army.
Klaus was panicky. He could see the swell in numbers as Knights were getting their horses ready, and the beating of war drums to signal all to join the cause. Sirus finally exited the building with a stern expression, and he was then approached by one of the King’s squires. “You need to wear the right armor, Sir.” Thinking that Sirus was a Knight of the realm. Klaus was mouthing “No” to the young Prince, but Sirus knew that there was no way out of this. He resigned himself to the fact he was now part of this war…without knowing who or why. “Show me where I might be fitted.” Sirus asked, as the squire bowed and gestured to to the stores. “This way, Sir.” Klaus wrung his hands, and followed along behind. Sirus piped up. “Better get a kit for my squire, he is coming with me.” You could see the blood drain from Klaus’s face as he heard this. “Help..” he whispered…knowing no one would save him now.
Sir Wayne and Sir Reginald were already down with their horses, and the stable hands were helping get the horses ready, as Sir Wayne raised his head to hear the pounding of war drums. This was not to be an ordinary war, but the very fight of good against evil. What was pleasing to see, was the many Knights and soldiers that were arriving on mass. A sea of men, armed to the teeth. Those that had fought in the last war, now rising to take up their swords in the name of the King. It was a certainty that many would not return, and give their ultimate sacrifice in the name of the King. Sir Wayne had never been more proud, than to see King Henry declare he would ride alongside his men, and fight on the front lines. It was a show of solidarity, and good leadership.
Sir Reginald came up to Sir Wayne, and clapped his hand on his back. “Do you feel it too, Brother?” Course he meant the swell of pride and the feeling that God himself was there amongst them. Sir Wayne smiled back, and placed his hand on his brother’s arm. “God has not ever forsaken us….and yes I feel it. I feel her too.” Course he meant his late wife, Ambrosia. The sword in his sheath hummed, and this signaled she was with him. Sir Reginald smiled affectionately. “Though a human she may have been, I believe she is one of the great angels now.” Kinder words never before said, brought a tear of joy to Sir Wayne’s eyes. “Aye..indeed.”
The King emerged, dressed resplendently in his chain mail and armor, with the banner of Casterly upon his chest. His hair mostly obscured by the chain mail, but his crown worn proudly. Sight of him brought a rousing cheer from his men, and he took the reigns of his horse and mounted him, with the flag bearers standing either side of him. He looked majestic upon the horse, and every bit the King. Close behind him was Ira, who though not used to wearing the armor of a Knight, he did look the part, and was given a horse to ride, alongside his brother, Henry.
“My Knights, my country men….we ride for the battle fields. TO VICTORY!”
All raised their fists and cheered, as the army started to leave the courtyard and join up with others that were swarming across the lands, and making their way to the border, to protect its people.
(Thread change – Vaas Plains)
A very long line of knights and their squires, soldiers of all shapes and sizes were now marching out from the castle grounds, and many others were joining in the procession. Coming out of the Castle stores, Sirus was now dressed as a Knight of the Casterly, and looked rather dashing. It suited him well, but of course, when the fitter noted his ears, he did raise a brow, to which Sirus simply said. “I have a bad habit of…tugging at my ears.”Klaus simply rolled his eyes and course his ears were the same. “Mine grow each time I fap.” Sirus socked him one, to which Klaus mocked being hurt. Klaus looked well, stuffed into his solider’s outfit, and kept tugging at the chainmail. “This must weigh one hundred pounds. My poor legs.” he exclaimed. Sirus uttered “Your poor horse.”
It was the moment to leave and the young fae Prince took up the reigns of his horse, when he noticed someone crying in a beautiful garden, just off to the left of the large gate that led to battle. Curious, Sirus walked his horse over, while Klaus had three servants trying to now lift the hefty soldier onto his mount.
Walking through the arch gate, it soon became clear who was crying…..Tempest.
“Well, this isn’t really a good time to say this…but I guess…uhm…what are you doing here? Aren’t you like…the enemy?”
Tempest looked up in shock, her face red and blotchy from crying. She turned her back on Sirus and wiped her face with her handkerchief.
“This is the home of my grandparents. My mother is their daughter.” she answered in a near whisper. “Now please…leave me alone.” This wasn’t the spitfire he’d encountered on their first meeting. This was a broken Tempest. It was as if the spirit that made her who she was upped and disappeared, leaving this pitiful shell of a woman in its place.
She got to her feet and started to walk away from him, her head bowed low as if it were a heavy weight upon her neck. She had been shuffling through her thoughts, trying to come up with ways to stop this war before people lost their lives and couldn’t come up with a viable solution. And her heart broke a little more.
The tears she thought she had stopped, formed in her eyes once more and she slumped heavily against a tree, pressing a hand to her mouth to keep the sobs from reaching Sirus’s ears.
Sirus could hear her loud sobs from where he was standing. She filled in the blanks….sort of, and now at least Sirus had a clear picture of what was going on, though from the sounds of it, Tempest was one of the main causes. Could this have all steemed from her running away when she was told to marry by the King of Brax? If it was, then…he really felt for her. The guilt must have been overwhelming. The war drums were still sounding, and Sirus knew that he didn’t have much time, before he had to follow the rest of the army.
Tying off his horse, Sirus followed her over to the tree where she had her hand covering her mouth trying to supress her sobs, though she was doing a shocker job of it. Then he realized something. It was him outing her at his realm that made her flee back….
“Oh…wait a minute. This is my fault. If I hadn’t done you into my mother. Oh shit.” The Prince now felt the guilt hit him, and it showed on his face. “God, I am so sorry.” Now he knew..he had to fight for the Casterly. He moved to touch her, then dropped his hand to his side. He didn’t know what to do, she might strike at him. It was a mess.
“Guess…I better be going. It was nice…nearly knowing you, Princess.”
That said, he turned to go untie his horse.
At those words, she turned to face him. “What? No! This isn’t your fault at all! This is all on me! You didn’t know this would happen!” she exclaimed. “My parents found me in the mountains after I left your kingdom. My mother’s reaction wasn’t the best and my father…I turned him away.” she bowed her head, taking some breaths to stave off more tears. “You didn’t know…no one knew…”
She didn’t know what else to say. She saw Sirus move his hand, as if he wanted to touch her but refrained from doing so. He turned back to his horse.
“Guess…I better be going. It was nice…nearly knowing you, Princess.”
“Sirus…” she called to him. If he turned back to her, he would see her staring at him, some unnamed emotion in her eyes. She walked toward him and stopped a few steps away. She pulled a red satin ribbon from her hair and reached out to tie it to the hilt of his sword at his side. “Stay safe, Sir Knight. My heart would break were something happen to you…and your mother may never forgive me for drawing you into my family’s problems.”
So saying, she leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before moving around him to set about returning to her mother’s side. Her lips tingled where she had pressed them to his skin.
Tempest called out to him, and he looked back over his shoulder, while in the distance, you kept hearing the dull thud of Klaus falling off his mount, and swearing. Torn from wanting to laugh at Klaus and then seeing Tempest, just standing there, he turned around to face her, as she walked up to him and tied a red ribbon around the hilt of his blade.
“Stay safe, Sir Knight. My heart would break were something happen to you…and your mother may never forgive me for drawing you into my family’s problems.”
“I’m not really a Knight, you know. Just a fae Prince that can ride and swing a sword.” The Prince admitted, least he was honest about it. But then, she kissed his cheek, which left him feeling… well tingly.
Being Sirus, he went and did what…you would expect from the fae Prince.
“If I’m about to go die for the cause. I think a proper kiss is in order, Princess.” That said, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her….properly. Enough to take the very air out of her lungs. When he released her, he smiled crookedly and said.“You needed a good kiss.” Now he was ready to join the Knights of Casterly, and headed back with his horse, so he could help Klaus onto his….and they could join the other members of the army, go off to fight the Brax.
It was the very first time a man other than her father had kissed her and it set her blood on fire in a whole new way.
When he released her, he smiled crookedly and said. “You needed a good kiss.”
She was dazed and confused, and when she pressed her hand to her lips, there were no tears…but her body was tingling all over. She watched him climb into the saddle and ride away.
Her knees gave out and she sat heavily onto the ground, staring after him as his form grew smaller and smaller the further he rode away.
“What just happened?” she murmured to herself. There were a whole new set of feelings running through her body and now she was worried for Sirus. “Please stay safe.” she whispered.
Sirus rode his horse towards where Klaus as he was still trying to get on his horse. His horse was not all that happy about it either. Klaus was packing an extra hundred pounds of armour. One of the stable hands snapped his fingers and went to find…another horse as the legs on poor Klaus’s horse gave way finally…defeated.
“Well that won’t do, Klaus. I am sure you don’t want to walk into battle.”
Klaus gave Sirus a “Oh ha ha ha” look, and then sighed outwardly, before then asking. “Where have you been anyway?’
“I kissed a girl….and I liked it.”
“Great…he kisses a girl and my ass kisses the ground…repeatedly.”
“Sad how that keeps happening to you.”
Just then the stable boy brings out a monster of a horse. A Clydesdale to be exact. It was simply enormous, but then again, so was Klaus.
“I’m going to need a step ladder.” and wouldn’t you know it, they had one. One step carefully at a time, he managed to swing his leg over the behemoth, and was at last ready to join the rest of the army.
Sirus glanced back at Tempest and then saluted, before kicking his horse to go, and the pair then galloped out of the castle gates.
(Now…thread change. <3)
-As Ryo stood in front of the thrones,he could not help feeling awkward as they spoke about their family matters. He listened to all of them as they spoke, and began to feel a little more at ease as they started speaking of war.-
The King: “He then unsheathed his Angel sword, that glowered brightly, radiating the power of Christ, and his guiding light.”
Ira: “The war has begun. Intelligence reports, have indicated mass movement within the Night lands. A grand army under the control of King Brandon himself. Orc, Vampires, dark elves, goblins, trolls. Hundreds of thousands have started their march, Brother. There is no time to lose now. We must prepare now….or face most certain defeat.”
-His skin crawled as Ryo heard the man speak. He pulled his hood over his head a little more as he stepped over to the side of the room against the wall. He stood there as they began to walk out, so he looked for a place to sit down and walked over to it. He knew that he should not leave, they could think that he was a spy sent by this King Brandon. He sat and watched over the room, quietly taking a sip from his flask.-
Selene watched as her daughter rejected to sit with her and storm off yet again. Her lips tightened as she fought for composure. It seemed all Tempest was good at these days was throwing tantrums and storming off. Hadn’t that been her husband’s downfall to begin with? But the princess said nothing as her daughter left the throne room. She too had left Joffrey…but she had done it to seek council, not act like a spoiled child. Selene was realizing she was losing control of Tempest, and there was just nothing she could do about it. Tempest did what she wanted and didn’t always take others into consideration before acting. Turning to look at her mother as Metia also observed Tempest’s behavior, she blushed with embarrassment at her daughter’s actions and sighed “No, it isn’t. She certainly doesn’t make it any easier for me.”
Leaning back on her throne of roses and other flowers, the angel princess tried to remain calm. Her husband was waging a war with her own family, and her father himself was leading the troops. It was a royal mess and she was helpless to stop the impending war. Turning to look at her mother again, she whispered “Is there nothing I can do for Prince Joffrey? Will Father truly kill him?”
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Magda smiled as she waited for a response, but was surprised by the entrance of someone coming to get Clarice. Standing up slowly, she followed the princess out of the room. She wouldn’t leave her alone.
Selene sat on her throne with her hands in her lap, her eyes fixed only on her daughter. She was here. A happy smile curled her lips as she was so thankful that Tempest was ok. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. Joffrey did not get to her. But hearing her daughter’s words, her smile melted into sorrow. Feeling Tempest’s guilt like a cold win, the princess stood up on her throne. Walking down to her daughter, she crouched down to look at her “My baby…This cannot be your fault. You are your father’s light and joy…not his despair and doom.” With that, Selene pulled her daughter in for a hug.
Magda stepped into the room slowly only to stare ahead in horror. Orion? Was it him? As her dream flashed through her head again…she fainted.
“Face it, Sirus, we’re lost.” The rotund squire of Prince Sirus of the Fae said with a sad face. His ass was now so sore from being on horseback, travelling the lands for days and days at the Prince’s whim, that he was ready to turn tale and head back to the Willow. Sirus on the other hand, was hopeful. He could see a large group of Knights on horseback, all galloping up from a field, and they seemed to be heading for the large castle in the distance. Could it be they stumbled on an allied Kingdom of his mother’s? And if so….would his chance of finding a new place to call home, be worth this trek? He kicked his horse’s flank and galloped off to catch up with the Knights, with the squire Klaus groaning. “Must you!” He tried to get his horse to go faster, but the poor thing was just as tired as he was. So…he fell back, while the Prince caught up with the lead Knights.
Soon the horses charged through the castle gates and all pulled up on mass in the royal courtyard, with many dismounting, and readying themselves to go present the show of support to the King, Henry of Casterly. With all the excitement, Sirus followed along, looking every part a Lord in his dress, right down to his sword. He noticed one Knight that stood out from the rest; Sir Wayne.
“To the throne room, my brothers. Sir Wayne said firmly, and all followed his lead, as he started his march inside. It was quite spectacular, and Sirus being the curious one he was, fell in step coming up from behind. This was one way of meeting the Royals of Casterly, even if he was not a Knight of that realm.
Hearing Tempest’s outburst, and of course Magda passing out on the cold stone floors, the King fell back in his throne. Clearly there was much more to this than met the eye, with Tempest feeling guilt over her father’s misadventures. The problem was, he could not let such an action against the House of Casterly go unnoticed, not with the assembled family before him. He was King, and had to act in the best interest of the people and the Angels near and far. Selene offered nothing but sympathy to her daughter, not shedding any light on what made the Demon Prince change to a murderous tyrant.
At that moment, the doors to the Throne room opened, and on mass, the Knights of the House entered, and then all drew their swords and knelt before the King. Sirus watched at first, then he too drew his sword and knelt, keeping up the charade that he was a Knight too.
“My King….we, the brothers of the Knighthood, stand ready at your orders in what may come against the Vaas Lands.” Sir Wayne said, with Sir Reginald at his side.
The King rose from his throne, and then looked down to his wife and daughter Clarice, moving his hand to caress Clarice’s cheek in a show of affection, before doing what he must. He took two steps down and nodded with thanks to his Knights.
“As of this day…we the Kingdom of Casterly are now at war with the House of Brax. All allies will be notified, and a show of force, unseen before this day, will strike down at the House of Brax….its King…and its Son. There will be no treaties…no second chances. Only with a firm hand and by God’s witness, we shall end the tyranny. I, King Henry Casterly shall join you, my Brothers at arms. Our swords combined with that of our hearts and minds….shall end the Brax, and I will have vengeance. Prince Joffrey’s head….will be mine.”
He then unsheathed his Angel sword, that glowered brightly, radiating the power of Christ, and his guiding light.
“TO VICTORY!” He roared, the Lion had returned. All his Knights rose, including Sirus, who had then noticed Tempest, and appeared shocked. What was she doing here?
“GOD SAVE THE KING!…..LONG LIVE HOUSE CASTERLY!” The knights shouted, their swords held aloft.
She heard her mother’s words to her but took no comfort from them. She didn’t even respond when her mother hugged her. The guilt was simply too much for the young woman.
The doors burst open and her grandfather’s knights strode into the room. She listened with a heavy heart as the King declared war on her father and the House of Brax and she didn’t think her spirits could sink any lower.
It was entirely her fault and she didn’t know how to fix this.
She gained her feet, wiping tears from her eyes. She remained in place, still awaiting the words from her grandfather that would announce her fate but took a glimpse around at the knights that had gathered in the throne room and spotted a familiar face in the crowd.
“Sirius!” her mind screamed. What was he doing here?
The Queen still remained with her worried and disturbed expression. This was the best she could act at a situation like this. I didn’t fancy her knowing they would go in a war against the vampires. And it sadden her that Selene will lose her husband. Metia knows maybe Joffrey might not be the same like before, but she also understands how hard it can be for her daughter to know her husband, the father of her children, decided to kill her uncle, and now they are going in a war against them. People do change, but the evil ones, will always have that little evil of them inside, that might not ever leave their bodies.
Metia watched Selene comforting her daughter, but Selene remained quiet, the girl really thought it was her fault, which was such a shame, now it was going to be hard remove the all guilt she has upon her shoulders. And if somebody else dies, Selene will only feel more guilty, which isn’t good, since its not her fault. Taking a deep breath, the queen wrapped her arms around her little daughter’s waist, and remained her closer. While the little princess seemed to be more busy holding the pocket of her dress, to not let her small turtle fall from it, or people find out she brought a turtle in here.
Soon the huge doors of the throne room would get open again, this time it was the warriors, waiting for the word of the King. The way everybody worked in synchrony was amazing, and Clarice watched it all very interested, even tho the subject was about war. She looked up at her father once he caressed her cheek, and she only stared up at him, still slightly confused, but at least her eyes would show that she was finally liking him. Then he began to speak, and now she had her all questions answered, they was going in war, and her father would join the battlefield, she knew what happens in wars, and she didn’t wanted her father to go fight down there, and from the grip that Metia’s hands had around Clarice’s waist, it would say that her mother didn’t wanted Henry go, but that’s his duty, and they will have to respect it.
Selene sighed and pulled back from her daughter. What could she say to Tempest that could make it all better? Nothing. Joffrey was on a rampage. Except…was it really the Joffrey both Selene and Tempest love? She couldn’t even answer that herself. The princess knew the sort of anger the demon prince was capable of, but she never imagined he would start a war against her own blood. Selene couldn’t sense the bond between her and her husband anymore, and that was enough to convince her that Joffrey was not himself. As her father declared war on the demon prince and knights arrived, it all began to sink in. The fog cleared in her mind as she spun around to face the king. It was happening. Her father wanted her husband’s head. Stepping closer to Tempest, she grabbed her daughter’s hand and spoke quietly “Everything will be ok…it will.” But would it? Selene looked to Rashna and Ira desperately, her eyes searching their faces as she silently begged for them to speak up.
Lucan sighed when Rashna stepped away from him, but his eyes soon fell on Magda. Seeing where she was looking, he followed her eyes to Ira. “Dear lord…” He gasped. Looking back just in time to see the handmaiden fainting yet again, he rushed over and caught her . Lowering her to the floor, he placed his hands on her head and closed his eyes. Soon enough, Magda’s eyes fluttered open.
Sitting up slowly, the mermaid looked around. Seeing Ira, she gasped Orion! He is alive?” But Lucan shook his head no and pulled her into a hug.
The young warlock could sense that man’s presence was similar, but not the same as Orion. They had Orion’s head, after all. But Magda was confused by her own grief, and Lucan knew that. Keeping his arms around her, he began to stroke her hair but said nothing.
Selene looked to her son and sighed. Things were a mess, and it was her own fault. Why had she left her husband behind? Squeezing her daughter’s hand, she then stepped forward and looked at her father imploringly “Father…please…do we know that it is truly Joffrey who is doing such unspeakable acts? Perhaps dark magic is involved. It fooled me once, perhaps it is fooling him…”
Blazing light entered one of the throne room windows, and then a smaller angel landed, one that carried a satchel, and wore a felt hat, that had a long feather protruding from it. With bare feet, the angel approached Ira and Rashna, bowing as his wings started to close in behind. Digging into the satchel, the Angel pulled out a scroll, and handed it to Ira, before stepping back and awaiting to receive orders. With a grim expression, he broke the seal, and unfurled it, as Rashna looked on, her eyes red rimmed from tears. The news….was dire. The King was already standing in amongst his Knights, when Ira’s voice loudly proclaimed what he had just read.
“The war has begun. Intelligence reports, have indicated mass movement within the Night lands. A grand army under the control of King Brandon himself. Orc, Vampires, dark elves, goblins, trolls. Hundreds of thousands have started their march, Brother. There is no time to lose now. We must prepare now….or face most certain defeat.”
This would not be what Metia, or Selene wished to hear, but it was the sickening truth. Regardless of what Prince Joffrey had done, to their family, by the killing of Orion, now…the war was heading straight for them.
The King had heard Selene’s pleas, and it was not that they fell on deaf ears, he simply could not overlook the fact that their nation had already moved to a war footing. The head of Orion….was the announcement of war.
“I’m sorry, Selene. Whatever happened to your husband is no longer our concern. We have a people, and a nation to protect. It is our duty.’ He sighed as he reached out to stroke her hair tenderly. “Promise me one thing. Take care of Tempest. If you have failed in the past as her mother, now is your chance to make amends….before its too late for us all.”
The battle horns were sounding all across the Castle grounds, and the Knights rose, awaiting instructions to prepare for war. The King did not disappoint.
“My brothers..my Knights. Gather all the armies of Casterly, all the horses. We set off within the hour.” As his Knights started to file out, the King went back up to the throne, and knelt before Metia and Clarice. He placed his large hand over both of those and said with a smile.
“We will be a family again. I promise. I shall return victorious.” He then rose, and kissed each on the forehead, and then turned to head out. He headed to his chambers to dress as a King should for battle.
Rashna and Ira were left behind, while one of the last to leave was Sirus. Clearly he had now been swept up in this war, and cause that he knew nothing about. He looked back at Tempest, and then followed the other Knights, much to the horror of his squire, who didn’t want to be in the King’s army.
Lucius had plucked the white flower for her a few leagues back. The trio had walked as soon as they had reached the land Karena’s parents once called home, thanks to a spell that Angel had casted on them before they left. The Elf Queen had insisted that she would need no magic aide, but Angel had cast the spell anyway. It seemed Misrelines were quite stubborn.
The three had walked all the way to The Willow, though the Queen had remained outside of it’s reach. She claimed that it was not yet time for her Earthen brethren of this land to meet her yet. Lucius had simply rolled his eyes and led Karena to the castle.
They hadn’t gotten very far when they were stopped by none other than the current Lady Latuline. She was not what Karena had expected, but because of that, the girl was instantly enamored with her. Lucius had explained the coming war and the Jamesons’ apparent role in it, but all Winona asked would be if they would be fighting on the side of Casterly. The warlock had hesitated, but Karena had been quick to say yes.
Now, the four walked steadily toward the castle gates, three out of the four heads held high. Lucius’ out of stubbornness and pride, Winona’s out of nervousness at the prospect of seeing an old friend, and Celandiam’s out of practiced propriety. Karena’s was bent over her flower, as if it were just a toy she’d been given to behave. They were not stopped at the gate, but a few guards approached them after they entered. Winona’s jaw twitched slightly, but it was Lady Celandiam that answered their questions – and shut them right up when she muttered something in a beautiful string of Elvish, before remedying her statement.
“We are here to offer our assistance to King Henry and his House.” One guard asked who had the right, and that was when Lucius decided to speak. “Daughter of the Lord of Stormwind Keep, Lady Latuline of the Fae, myself, and… the daughter of the Moon, better known as Lady Celandiam, Queen of the Free Elves.” The guards started at the four with wide eyes, almost as if they didn’t realize they were as majestic as the titles that the others bore. Without a word, a guard turned and ran off to alert the King.
“You’re too proud.” “Watch it, little girl.” “Lucius, be nice to her, she’s a lady.” “She’s about as much a lady as I am.” “Well then I am quite a lady, it seems.” “Children.”
Selene looked at her father as tears welled up. He spoke the truth. This was all bigger than her marriage. Their whole kingdom was in jeopardy, and it was her husband’s fault. As King Henry caressed her hair, she closed her eyes and took solace in his touch. So often her daddy had taken care of her and cleaned up her messes. She was a woman and a mother now; she had to clean up her own mess. Opening her eyes, the princess reached out to caress his cheek “Be careful, Daddy. We will be here waiting for you.” As her father turned to bid farewell to his wife and other daughter, Selene walked over to her own daughter. Seeing that Tempest was looking somewhere, she followed her gaze to see Sirius. A small smile curled her lips as she bowed her head politely to the retreating knight. Turning back to Tempest, she asked softly “Is he someone special to you? He is quite dashing.” Taking Tempest’s hand in her own, she sighed “Come…let us sit with your grandmother and aunt. We will be safe here and shall be the first to hear any news from the battle. All we can do is wait, my dove.”With that, she turned and headed up to her own throne. Taking a seat, she folded her hands in her lap and tried to be positive and strong. Her own family’s kingdom was at war against her own husband, a man who had murdered her uncle and wanted more blood. What had she done to deserve this? What had her daughter done to deserve such a broken family?
Magda pulled away from Lucan when she saw her mistress in such despair. Her time of grieving had to be over, there were far too many people who needed her help and attention. Standing up straight, she smoothed her skirts down. Walking over to Tempest, she offered a small smile “You are so strong, Princess.” It was all she could offer. Bowing respectfully, the handmaiden then walked up to Selene and bowed low “Princess…I am grieved for your losses. Please, is there anything I can do?”
Selene smiled gently as she looked down at the mermaid. With a finger, she gestured for the handmaiden to stand up. “Magda, dear, all I ask is that you are given a fresh bath and a moment to dress in appropriate attire. You have a right to grieve as much as us all. Right now, it would be best if you had a moment to collect yourself.”
Magda rose slowly and offered a tentative smile “Pardon, your grace, but I have already had a moment to collect myself. My wish is to serve you.” Looking down at her clothes, however, she had to agree. Her slave dress was distasteful and far too revealing for this kingdom. A blush settled on her cheeks and she looked up at the princess.
The princess still smiled gently and turned to look at her mother “Is there someone who can help her find suitable clothing?”
“Is he someone special to you? He is quite dashing.”
“I…don’t know.” Tempest admitted. How could she admit Sirus was special to her, when she didn’t know how she felt. Her emotions were a mess and she just wanted to be alone.
“Come…let us sit with your grandmother and aunt. We will be safe here and shall be the first to hear any news from the battle. All we can do is wait, my dove.”
“No. I…just want to be alone.” she stated, turning to face her mother. “Don’t you understand? This is my fault! Mine! And I…don’t know how to fix it!” She felt tears in her eyes once more and bowed her head. “I wish I’d never left home.” she stated in misery. Selene said nothing, moving to sit next to her mother and sister. As Magda passed by her, she whispered her own encouragement to Tempest.
“You are so strong, Princess.”
Tempest wanted to throw her hands up and scream. Nobody understood what she was feeling. How could they?
Turning on her heel, she stormed from the throne room. She didn’t know where she was going, having never set foot in Haven Castle before today. All she knew was she needed a place to be alone and miserable without anyone hovering over her and telling her things that were not true. She truly felt this war was all her doing and did not know how to fix it.
She didn’t know how, but she found her way to the gardens and collapsed upon a bench, her hands over her face. She began to sob out her misery and heartbreak and sent out a prayer to whomever was listening that all her family, including her father, remained safe and whole. People were going to die, that was unavoidable, but she hoped the ones she loved came out of this ordeal safe and alive.
The Queen stayed quiet on her throne and watched everything unfold in front of her, the way her daughter went to her father and tell him that maybe Joffrey isn’t the one really doing this all, maybe the darkness is fooling everybody. But like Henry said, Joffrey isn’t our concern right now, they need to go out and protect their people, their kingdom and their family. Plus the head of Orion was totally a call for war, and Metia highly doubted her husband would let this split without a war, or some kind of revenge. She just hoped he could come back home safe, she didn’t wanted to lose him, not right after everything had settled down and got back to normal between them all.
The enemy was already approaching to their lands and ready to strike, now it was her husband’s goal to just go off to the battlefield as well with the rest of the warriors. Metia looked up at her husband once he approached closer to her and to Clarice, the both of them stared at him like they was begging him to stay, even tho that look could be more seen on Metia than on Clarice. Maybe because Metia had already faced Joffrey’s demon before? Maybe because she and Joffrey had already fought? Or because of King Brandon, she knew how this vampires were, and she wasn’t so sure if her kingdom would be strong enough, she knows she always needs to think positive, but everybody thinks about the bad consequences, and its frustrating for those that the only thing they can do, is just wait, either for the them dead or alive.
Metia gulped and closed her eyes for a second, just enjoying the goodbye kiss he gave her upon her forehead. Clarice enjoyed it as well, and she even smiled at him, before move her little hand like she was saying good-bye as he was walking away to get himself ready.
After this, its like Metia closed her own mind for the world, and just stay stuck in her thoughts. The only thing that made her snap out of her thoughts was Selene’s voice asking her if there would be someone who could help Madga on having another clothes. Metia slowly turned her head around, and looked at Selene, as the information slowly processed in her mind. Once she realized what it really was, Metia only forced a smile.
She finally answered, and snapped her fingers, making a maid quickly show up on her side.
“Please take Madga to the maids chambers, and allow her to take a bath and give her some decent clothing.”
Metia told the maid, as this one simple nodded and bowed at the Queen, before look at Madga and show her a smile.
“Please follow me.”
The maid told Madga, and just turned around to start walking out of the throne room, and head to the maid chambers, where Madga could take a bath on the bathroom that the maids had, and then find her some better clothing.
At this moment, Metia was watching Selene storming off the throne room, and could only take a deep sigh, not really knowing if she should go after her and talk to her out, or simple let the young girl calm herself, and have some time for her. That’s what she used to do when her children were emotional teens.
“Being a mother isn’t so easy, huh?”
Metia said to Selene, as she stared down at Clarice. The little princess right now, took her turtle from the small pocket of her dress and keep caressing it again.