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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 7:41 pm
 Clothing: Cloth Transport: His feet With: 20 guards Cash: $1000Going: Home Mood: WorriedThoughts: "What is this, why is this happening..."Emperor Azazel sat upon his throne, resting his head upon his chin as he ran his fingers though the long stubble growing upon his face. He was supposed to meet with his children today to discuss what had been on his mind this last month, but he could not bring himself to give the order for the guards to bring his children to the throne room not while his mind was spinning of images of the woman that had been in his eye for the last month. It irked him and worried him that he found himself thinking about the plain common woman that had occupied his mind recently, even when he had been with the Queen of Ethe- a woman whos beauty was far more spectacular then the common woman he had found his mind snagging upon- that queen could not take his mind off of her, even with her alluring body. He had been with the Queen of Ethe every night the first two weeks he had had her as his mistresses, but the last two weeks of this month he had started to taper off as if he had lost his interest...and he could only blame his loss of interest on Ambrosia. He would have gladly bedded the Queen of Ethe every night these last two weeks but he had found the desire to do so missing. In the last two weeks he had probably only slept with the queen of Ethe five days out of those fourteen. He wanted to take it out on Ambrosia, he truly did. He wanted to take the commoner to his bedchambers and lock her in with him for days, but something stopped him...maybe it was her innocents, those eyes that were so innocent, all the women he had been with had never been so innocent, most who had told him that he would be their first had been lieing, but this Ambrosia Alkesei...Just the thought of his name made him shiver in a shocking mixture of concern and desire. Yesterday when they had travelled to the river...when he had kissed her, he had felt like his entire body had been taken as the vessel of a raging fire. He had found himself wanting to undress Ambrosia and take her as his right then, but he had not and instead he had ran from her. Rode off on his horse really, but none the less he ran and had tried to find comfort within the arms of those deadly nester women. If it wasn't for her face he would have lost his life to the horde of deadly women, and he had saved her when one had gone after her. The Emperor shivered at the thought, he had wanted her so badly...he still wanted her so badly, he found his thoughts travelling...he would do anything to have her grace his chambers even if it was just for a night, even if they did not do what he most desired, just to wake up with her angel face next to his, He would wage war against the gods themselves for such a gift... Azazel's eyes opened when that last thought went though his head and he grabbed the candle stand next to his throne and he threw it, watching it as it crashed on the other side of the room just as he sat down, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, gripping the short black hair on his head, he had loved his wives, Morgan Llewellyn had been his joy but he wouldn't have given her kingdoms and he still wouldn't give kingdoms to see her face once more next to his...so why, why was this woman different then her, a woman he had truly loved, had bowed so low his forehead had touched the white and gold marble in an attempt to persuade the previous King of Zalto to allow him to marry Princess Morgan...and yet, Azazel was frustrated, despite having been with the Queen of Ethe and several maids he was so frustrated.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 9:34 pm
 ✭✮✯✰☆☽ 𝓐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝓡𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝓐𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒊 ☾☆✰✯✮✭ 𝙼𝔞𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝙳𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝙴𝔱𝔥𝔢 Ambrosia found herself wandering into the throne room. Rascal slinking beside her, looking up at her in concern. She hadn't slept much through the night, the slight purpling under her eyes showing proof of that. Her slumber was filled with nightmares of Azazel running away from her and then to the terrifying faces of the nesters. The way their eyes looked at her and at Azazel, the ill intent there chilled her to the bone. And finally the feeling of their arms on her as they grabbed her and attempted to harm or worse kill her...
At the time she had run into the forest after Azazel, confused by the kiss but enlightened as well, the warmth inside her chest that had been growing steadily with every moment she spent in his company took on a new meaning and she was close to understanding it. While she didn't understand the meaning of this feeling in her chest she did understand the dangers of the forest alone and ran after him without a thought. Finding him in the arms of nesters her heart had sunken so low she feared it would not return. She had reached behind her to get her bow and arrow, her instincts to protect those she cared for stronger than ever in this moment, only to feel unnaturally strong arms grab her. She let out a startled scream and yelled out Azazel's name, her arm outstretched to him as they pulled her away from him. It was as if her voice had broken the spell they had on him for he quickly turned and began attacking the nesters, freeing her from their clutches.
Trying to shake her thoughts she bent down and ruffed up Rascals fur on his head as he nudged her in worry. "I'm alright, just got a lot on my mind." She thought back to her tossing and turning all night, Rascal woke her every time she began to sweat and scream. Every time she'd wake up a hard sweat on her brow and a strong desire to run and hide in Azazel's arms. She knew she'd feel safe there. She always felt safe by his side, if she could she'd never leave his side. But it was a foolish thought for someone of low blood. So far in her research of her parentage she had yet to discover anything that would indicate nobility on her father's side. She now had to research her mother's side...maybe then she would discover something. Maybe then her deep secret of yearning to renin by the Emperor's side would be realized.
Letting out a startled yelp as a candle came flying by her, her head was suddenly clear as she looked up trying to discern where it came from. Her eyes locking on the image of the Emperor, her Azazel before her. Her cheeks instantly flushed, the images of the kiss shared between them and the memory of running into his arms when he saved her. She longed desperately to do so once again. She shook her head he looked upset, she walked slowly ver to him, the flush on her cheeks refusing to leave. She began to reach out to touch his hands in a gentling gesture but paused right before it made contact. She was still unsure if she was allowed such touches...and even more confused about it now that they had shared a kiss. She ignored her fears and followed her desires and did so anyways, "Azazel, what's wrong? Are you feeling ill? Maybe you should rest today. I managed to save some of the herbs I had found...I can turn some into a tea to help with any healing you may need or just to boost your health..." She paused realizing that maybe he was upset because she had interrupted him as he was with the nesters. She was no fool, the maids told her plenty of times about his nights with other women, and while she could not understand why it hurt her, she knew she could do nothing about it...But if her presence caused him strife then maybe it's best she leave...Thinking this she began to slowly pull her hands away, and dropped her gaze, her anxieties getting the better of her. ✰═━┈ 𝚃𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞 𝙻𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝙳𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰...𝙸𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝙶𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥┈━═✰
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 11:01 pm
Clothing: Cloth Transport: His feet With: 20 guards Cash: $1000Going: Home Mood: WorriedThoughts: "What is this, why is this happening..." Emperor Azazel felt his mind still when he heard Ambrosia's voice, that voice, that name that made him feel like he was tasting the spring roll across his tongue, both the sweet smell of strawberries and wild flowers as well as the thunderstorms and the electric air. Ambrosia. He couldn't get enough of her, that name, it was as if she encompassed every aspect of the addictive substance that the gods feasted on. Slowly Azazel would raise his head to look at Ambrosia, despite her plainness he couldn't help but feel threatened by the gods. If the gods truly existed and they had seen Ambrosia they would take her away and feast upon such innocent, it made him truly want to kill the gods, to punish any man who thought or even looked at this blossoming flower with such ill intent. He didn't know what he was thinking and despite the calm thoughts he did not notice what was happening until Ambrosia pulled her hand away and he reached out, grabbing her hand, so small compared to his "No" was the first word out of his mouth as everything she said rushed into his head, ill? no. he wasn't ill. Azazel took a deep breath "I do not doubt your healing power my sweet lady but I am well. My mind just troubles me is all, its whirling thoughts of what I must do and what I yern to do, both battle against each other as what I desire to do must not be done." Azazel stopped for a moment before he could say anymore, he felt that word, that horrible word, it was not right, It couldn't be. So he shoved that word down as he stood, keeping Ambrosia's hand in his, letting his larger thumb run across the back of her hand "I feel this strange urge whenever I'm around you Ambrosia" he said to him "your words are refreshing to my ears and it clears my mind, right now the troubling pains I had going though my head have vanished because you entered to room and graced me with your presence" he said to him "Speaking your name makes me think of the spring, the way you walk, your smile, the way your dress waves around your feet as you wall, and your radiance when you smile..." he let his voice trail off as he brought his free hand up to her face and let his thumb brush across her cheek bone "...You are so beautiful when you smile. More beautiful then any queen, princess, or nester to ever have walked this land when you smile" he said as he looked at her eyes, his dark eyes searching hers. The thought of kissing her made his heart thud, doing so without permission made his mind reel, as if doing so could crush whatever this thing was that was struggling to get out, but he was the Emperor. With that driving thought he would move the hand that had caressed her cheek bone down, letting his fingers caress the back of her neck as they trailed down her back, between her shoulder blades. He would let his fingers press against the fabric of her dress as he would let his fingers trail down her spine before stopping at the small of her waist, letting his hand stay dominantly their "I don't think I've ever thanked you for saving me from them. The nesters" he said to her as he brought the hand that had been caressing the back of her hand to her chin, lifting her chin slightly so he could lean down and press his lips once more to his and again he felt the spark fly though his body.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 8:45 am
✭✮✯✰☆☽ 𝓐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝓡𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝓐𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒊 ☾☆✰✯✮✭ 𝙼𝔞𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝙳𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝙴𝔱𝔥𝔢 Azazel's hand reached out and grabbed her hand as she was pulling away, catching her off guard. She looked up at him, hoping she didn't look as awful as she felt. She let out a soft sigh at his touch and at his words, he wasn't ill. That made her feel better. She didn't know what she would do if something were wrong with him. That's a lie, she would spend countless hours and sleepless nights finding the right poultice to make to make him better. He spoke once more and unlike the crown prince of Zalto he said he had no doubt in her healing abilities. This made her smile bright on the inside. He appreciated her, this brought great joy. As he spoke of his troubles a soft frown began to tug at the corners of her mouth.She wished desperately that she could reach inside his head and shoo away all that ails him.
His thumb ran across the back of her hand and she felt the warmth return. Touches like this confused her, they held such warmth and love...but she knew it couldn't be so, he was of high blood and she was of low blood. It wasn't possible. But he continued speaking and her eyes, however dull from a terrible sleepless night, began to sparkle with love for him. How could she mean so much to him? Her smile became bright and soft at the same time. As his hand reached up and touched her cheek she felt her cheeks flush and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hand upon her face. His words washed over her like the warm breeze of summer and his hands had the gentle caress of spring...that is until he mentioned the nesters. She felt herself shiver. Fear laced through her but soon disappeared at his touch. She opened her eyes and found his searching her own. She wanted more, selfishly she wished he'd kiss her again. She had been so surprised the last time she hadn't been able to react before he ran off. Her fear for him had been so overwhelming she had run after him. And he had rescued her. With him she was safe from all and felt a warmth she never felt with anyone else.
Just as this thought crossed her mind his touch changed and he now held his hand caressing the back of her neck and down to the small of her waist. HIs touch gentle but laced with a need she had yet to discover. She loved his touch and found herself craving more, she was safe with him and felt completely so for the first time in her life. Her eyes closed softly enjoying the warmth of his hand on her back. He spoke once more and she began to open her eyes, once again he mentioned those da**ed nesters, they frightened her so much. They haunted her dreams and had threatened to do harm to her beloved...Beloved? Yes, that's exactly what he was to her, there was no denying it any more, his touch sent sparks of life through her. And she craved being by his side more than anything. He took her chin in his hand and tilted it up and leaned down and kissed her once more. Her eyes closed, relaxing her mouth she accepted the kiss. She kissed him back with just as much passion as the simple gesture put through her. She loved him, she knew that now, and she would just have to accept it. Her love for him wasn't allowed but she didn't care. You can't control the heart. She gently placed her hand upon his face. Cupping his cheek in her hand as she gently rubbed her thumb against his face, her other hand laid upon the one of his that touched her. Tears threatened to spill from her as the kiss continued. All of emotions for him from over this past month spilling from her and now holding meanings. Her fear for him the other day, her desire to be beside him, her need to calm him when he was upset, the warmth that filled her at his touch...the feeling she got when he said her name...All of it, love for him... ✰═━┈ 𝚃𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞 𝙻𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝙳𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰...𝙸𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝙶𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥┈━═✰
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 2:11 pm
Clothing: Cloth Transport: His feet With: 20 guards Cash: $1000Going: Home Mood: ConfusedThoughts: "I want this woman..." Emperor Azazel felt how Ambrosia reacted and part of him was happy that she reacted the way she did. Azazel moved the hand that was at her back down to her thigh and he easily lifted the smaller woman up, she was so frail and small compared to him, but it made It easy for him to hold her smaller form as he picked her up by her thigh and moved back a few steps so he was sitting on the throne as he placed her upon his lap, not once breaking the kiss as he moved his hand back up from her thigh to the small of her back. However he would have to pull back none the less and when he did his breath was ragged as he looked at Ambrosia. Now that they were sitting he no longer at to look down at her since they were at the same height. He would move the hand that had been at her chin down, letting his fingers trail over her chin and to her neck, he would follow his fingers with his eyes as they would trail across her collar bone before he would let his hand drop to the arm rest of his throne, keeping his other hand on the small of her back possessively. He found himself once again looking into her eyes "You do not know how much I desire you Ambrosia, Its like a storm that refuses to vanish, just feeling your lips against mine makes my mind fall into a frenzy" he said as he brought the hand that had been resting on the throne up as he let his thumb caress her lips "but I will not hurt you he said as he brought his hand down and took hers once more "I will not make a move against you unless you desire it....just the thought of hurting you in any way makes my stomach roll in revolt, so I will not" he said to her as he kept his hand upon hers. Azazel looked as if he was about to kiss her again, but he forced himself to stop as he looked at Ambrosia "You may not be mine, but I want you to be, but if you have a suitor or betrothed that you are to be with I will not stop you despite that want" he said "But if you do not I would ask you to stay with me in this castle as my Mistress" he said, but now that he said it it made his insides cringe, The Queen of Ethe was his mistress and she was nothing to him- she was just someone he could use when he was board, but Amborisa...when he looked upon Ambrosia he felt like making her a mistress wasn't befitting, she was far above the Queen of Ethe "I want you to be my mistress Ambrosia...but I will not force you, I do not want to cause any Dishonor to be associated with your name, I feel as if you would be more then just a mistress to me...but I do not think such a word exists' he said, the word he was looking for was love, something with the word love in it, but he avoided it, that word. He couldn't use it without thinking of his previous wife Morgan- he had thought he loved her with all his heart, but what he felt for Ambrosia, this heart throbbing chest pain was not what he had felt for her "Unless you desire to be with me like I desire to be with you I will not force you to do things that a mistress would do. Right now I only have the desire to wake up to see your face across from mine, and to see that you are safe in my arms" he said to her softly, his grip on her hand had grown tighter, but not painful.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 6:48 am
✭✮✯✰☆☽ 𝓐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝓡𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝓐𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒊 ☾☆✰✯✮✭ 𝙼𝔞𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝙳𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝙴𝔱𝔥𝔢 Ambrosia's face flushed as he touched her thigh, having never been touched in such a manner before she didn't quite know what to feel about it. But it was Azazel, so his touch warmed her. He lifted her easily to his lap upon the throne. Their kiss continued and she found herself feeling as if they were the only two in the world in this moment. Slowly he pulled, but he continued to lay a caressing touch upon her, stroking her chin and collar bone, his fingers alighting a fire inside her that she did not understand. His hand on her back brought her comfort as it felt like he was claiming her and she wanted so desperately that he would. He once again looked into her eyes and she looked back, her own filled with love and a touch of lust. She listened to him as he spoke, nodding as she found he had feelings similar to hers. He brought his thumb up to caress her lips and she kissed it once gently before he let go to hold her hand. Her eyes were beginning to fill with every word he uttered. Goddess! She loved him, how could she not have seen it before!
Then he said the words she had been so craving and the tears spilled. Her joy escaping her as he continued. She shook her head as he finished, and she reached up and placed her hand upon his cheek, looking into his eyes as hers spilled over with joy. "I have no suitors nor a betrothed that father has informed me of. I will stay." she paused wondering if she should utter the next worlds. But she did not wish to lie to him, now or ever. With this determination she spoke, "Sweet Azazel, no dishonor could ever come from remaining by the side of your beloved. I have lain with no other man, nor shall I ever even consider doing so... Just last night as the nightmares of those creatures plagued my sleep I desired running to you, to lay in your arms where I feel safe from the world..." She paused, her grip in his hand tightening as well, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, new tears of joy and fear rolling down her cheeks. "I am yours, may I call you mine sweet Azazel." ✰═━┈ 𝚃𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞 𝙻𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝙳𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰...𝙸𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝙶𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥┈━═✰
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:27 pm
Clothing: Cloth Transport: His feet With: 20 guards Cash: $1000Going: Home Mood: LustfulThoughts: "I want this woman..." Azazel looked up at Ambrosia as he brought his hands down to her hips and let his hands linger their as he listened to her, he would lean forward and let his head rest on her shoulder. He took a deep breath in and took in her scent, she smelt like the fresh air, river streams, and the earth itself...along with something else he couldn't place, he could have sworn it was Cinnamon. Normally he wouldn't think such a thing was such an attractive smell but he couldn't get enough of it as he remembered that smell, she had probably gotten it from all those hours collecting herbs. Azazel would listen to her as he would open his mouth ever so slightly and place his teeth upon her skin and bite down gently, sucking on her skin just enough that it would leave a tingle going though her as he then moved back, a fresh dark brown hickey upon her skin. He wasn't proud of the marking, it marred her beautiful flesh, but another side of him was thrilled at seeing his mark upon her. He would then look up at Ambrosia "I will not control you, your free spirit is one of your beautiful qualities' he said finding that what he said wasn't just to get her into his bed, but that it was actually true "If you ever wish to leave you may" he said as he let his hands run up her sides "You are mine..." he repeated the words "And you may call me yours" he whispered to her as he found his lips upon hers again for a moment before he once again moved back "Ambrosia, will you come to my bed?" he asked her as he looked up into her eyes "please, My lady, I will not harm you" he said softly, his voice now a mere whisper.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 8:46 pm
✭✮✯✰☆☽ 𝓐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝓡𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝓐𝒍𝒆𝒌𝒔𝒆𝒊 ☾☆✰✯✮✭ 𝙼𝔞𝔶𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝙳𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝙴𝔱𝔥𝔢 Ambrosia smiled at him resting his head on her shoulder, she found herself reaching up to touch his hair only to stop when she felt his teeth upon her skin. The feel of his mouth on her skin sending tingles through her, relishing the feel of it she closed her eyes. When he pulled away he stared a piece of her flesh and when she looked down she saw he had left a mark. She found a weird sense of pride and comfort from it. As if it were physical proof of his claiming her as his. As he spoke again, mentioning how he loved her free spirit she smiled and raided her hand, her index finger sticking out and tapped him playfully on the nose, "Good." Shaking her head she leaned against him, her hand reaching up to trace lines along his neck and collar bone, enjoying the feeling she got from touching his skin. "I shall never wish to leave your side my love...except for the occasional visit to a friend and I still wish to learn more of the other kingdoms." the sentence trailed off as he kissed her again, closing her eyes she let herself drift in the kiss. She felt as if she were floating and she wished the feeling would never end. He puled away again and she found herself pouting slightly, that is until he asked her to go with him to his bed. His eyes held a lust she could no longer deny she shared. Smiling shyly she nodded, nervousness of the fact she was probable to experience her first time, causing butterflies in the pit of her stomach. "I believe you." she whispered back, her cheeks a bright red. ✰═━┈ 𝚃𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞 𝙻𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝙳𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰...𝙸𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔟 𝔱𝔬 𝙶𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥┈━═✰
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 10:43 pm
Clothing: Cloth Transport: His feet With: 20 guards Cash: $1000Going: Home Mood: LustfulThoughts: "I want this woman..." Azazel smiled up at Ambrosia "I do not mind, so long as you stay safe wherever you go" he said to her as he would lean in to once again kiss her, feeling her fingers on his neck and he pressed his hand a little firmer on her back, he felt his hand trailing up to the ties on the back of her dress and he started to pull one of the ties, only to stop and move his hand once again back down to her thigh as he slowly stood up in order to gently place the smaller woman onto the ground. Azazel would then move the hand that was at her back up so he could move a lock of her hair behind her shoulders as his other hand went to hers, taking her smaller hand in his "come" he said as he would walk with her to his bed chamber. [[Azazel Exits to Emperors chamber]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2016 10:02 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 11:36 am
 Alistair Drosselmeyerstarting ec:1000
After his conversation with, Alistair had taken a month to return to the castle. he had not been able to meet any of his siblings as he just helped with the tracking of rumors of where Evelyn's child might be. know he stood in his fathers throne room. knowing that tho the right blood flowed through him the throne belonged to someone else.
he stared somberly at the throne. so much blood spilled over such a small thing. he wondered if the will of the land would ever speak to them. he wondered of such things where necessary.
he thought of his brothers and siblings. of what he had heard of them since the war. of how little he actually knew of them. of the rumors painting his family from everything from saints and devils. yet nothing ever really chained. thos the second son very little rumors he found of himself. ever the locked away child. what was best for the land?
his eyebrows furrowed as once more he came to argue with himself. argue about things far beyond his stations. argue to not feel the empty hole grow once more.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 9:02 pm
Company:: Alister Clothing:: Royal attire with Silver CrownFeeling:: Curious Condition:: Healthy Location:: Throne room - near throne Currency:: $1000 EC Items:: Hidden twin daggersOOC::  Princess Esther Drosselmyer of Lionis "Isn't it amazing?" Esther's voice echos from near the doors as she had used her skills in sneakcaft to enter the room without having been noticed. "All the world's decision and all the kings of men are made to move by the words of the single soul that will adorn that seat for such a short time." Esther's heels echo with each step as she nears her brother Alister who's eyes could immediately be read by her womanly initiations. "Though, I'm sure that's not what you're thinking about while gazing at father's throne." With a small smile she places her hands over her chest and with a hope in mind she kindly asks her brother a simple question. "What were you thinking about just now Alistair? What troubles you my brother?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 9:16 pm
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▼Where: Throne Room
▼Thoughts: Where is father.
XXXThe slight echo of Gareth could be heard down the hall of the throne room, his quiet and struggled steps - sounding quite like no others in the castle. He had awoken from yet another night of a fever, feeling once again like death incarnate. In a vain attempt to get some work done, he had hoped to find his father amidst the throne room, but he had no such luck. Walking into the room, he would meet with his siblings. His twin, whom seemed to avoid him at most times. And Alistair, the ever missing brother, that never seemed to find his way home. "What a lovely sight." he mumbled to himself. His sickness taking part of his voice away due to the ever coughing that plagued him. However sick he may be, Gareth never let his personality waver - always trying to be a smart a** when the time arose.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 8:52 am
Alistair Drosselmeyerstarting ec:1000 Alistair blinked as he heard what he considered a soft voice. brought out of his thoughts. he stared into the eyes of one of his younger sister. a small smile crept unto his face and he bowed his head lightly. more out of habit then anything else. she really had grown, he hoped it was for the better." I was thinking of the land and why we haven't heard from it in so long" he decided to not hide anything. he was not good at lying anyway and something told him she might be able to see through him. tho he would keep what he was fully thinking away, after all it wouldn't do for more then one person to be able to send him to jail." as to what troubles me, its precisely that."
he once more stared at the throne his eyes not gone anymore but rather staring at the throne as he thought about how to tell his sister his thoughts without making it look like he was thinking of killing his father. " we are the heralds of the land, its ruler. father ha a heavy weight upon him. i'm thinking of just how much that weight is desired by those that cannot truly hold it."
He turned upon hearing the steps of his younger brother. and so the smartest of the siblings showed his sickly face. a bit of worry showed in his face.." brother." true worry was in his voice Gareth was proof to him that the world itself did not bend to the will of others, but that people did not have to bend to the rule of the world. it always seemed to him that his brother and death where in a constant battle. " its been a while." of all the siblings the one he would have seen the most during the war was Gareth. Alistair loved getting information and Gareth was one of the if not outright the bet of the generals in the Lionis army.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:39 am
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Relaxed◄ ►мσηєу: 150 EC◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Meeting my siblings◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Throne◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Typical Princess?◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: None◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Tribal◄ ╚══════════════╝  "Having power is such a burden but it should only belong to those who can truly wield it to its full potential. Surely you must agree with this Alistair."As if a family reunion was taking place in the throne room, another sibling entered the room after the first three. Of course Tatiana's purpose for coming to the throne room was to admire the throne and vividly imagine herself sitting upon that seat of power and establishing her reign but that can't possibly happen with the other siblings in the same room. Oh well, she might as well engage in light conversation with them since she has nothing better else to do aside from meeting with the captain of their knights and have a training session with her. Her right eye looked around the room as she licked her lips. She knew that each of her siblings are dangerous but she reminded herself that she too is someone who shouldn't be taken so lightly. "Three members of my family all gathered together like this. Is there a family meeting that I was not made aware of?"
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