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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 5:36 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Relaxed◄ ►мσηєу: 150 EC◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Eating breakfast and talking◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Dining Hall◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Typical Princess?◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: None◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Tribal◄ ╚══════════════╝  "If I had my way, Elentiya would have her sword and be shown how to fight for herself. Daddy dearest may not approve, but strong women who don't blindly listen to everything a man says is something I fully support...how amusing would it be if another girl in this family ends up somewhat like me. I like to see that happen someday. But I suppose some jewelry will do for now. Maybe something outlandish like my eyepiece."Oh if only Tatiana could get away with giving her sister a sword for her birthday. It doesn't even have to be a sword. It could be any weapon she figured would be great for her sibling, but there is no way she can get away with it considering who her father is. No way she is going with the soft pillow if she ever plans on trying to toughen up her siblings...at least the ones who will acknowledge her as the future ruler of Lionis.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 9:14 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxUrsula Drosselmeyerxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Princess of Lionis
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Ursula smiled at Gerath "I'm sorry dear brother. I only speak from experience is all. I have yet to be ordered to sleep with any man, but none the less it is very easy to find out what he wants us to do, and that in a nutshell is to obey without question, to fall onto the sword if necessary" she said to Gerath and then smirked as she looked over at Tatiana "I am strong dear sister, but in a different way. I prefer to preserve my life rather then expend it when someone tells me otherwise" she said to her before adding on "I am also pretty sure that Our little sister doesn't know how to wield a sword in the first place, so it would all be for not" she said before smiling softly "Besides, if the story about us having an older sister is true then I don't want to end up the same way" Ursula muttered.
Their was a story that circled their old home, that their father had had dozens of children besides the seven that lived now, that those other children had lived and died at his order, and that one particular woman, a daughter older than Ursula had refused to do as he commanded and so she had been given to the guards as a 'play thing' before being sold into slavery and taking her own life. Although it was just a rumor, not a single person had ever confirmed that their father had had more children besides them, but if he did she wouldn't doubt it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 11:29 pm
 H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ The doors to the dining area opened slowly as a sigh sounded. The man known as the King of Phobos stood surrounded by a dozen Lioness guards. His eyes blinking slowly as he scanned the area. Several children that he was to inspect. Each one could be the one to monitor his castle. He'd walk forward as the guards looked at him warily while his mouth formed a slight smirk. He'd step in sync with the guards as he stood before the table with his hands behind his back closing his eyes while he bowed his head lightly, hoping the the atmosphere wouldn't shift from his presence. It seemed he felt awkward enough merely being in a dining area that was so bright and full of life that didn't have dozens of nobles. Though the three before him made his eyes open as he studied their looks and tried to get a scope on each of their descriptions.
His eyes saw the son, knowing the prince from his father's words. It reminded him a bit of Kyran, though he'd not like to admit that another was like one of his brothers who he cared for deeply. Though his eyes scanned looking to the paler one, she reminded him of the Zaltian he ran into on the highway a year back. His eyes blinked slowly watching her seemingly older demeanor draw him to the one he spoke of first. Then to the one he saw last. His golden eyes studied her a few moments before lifting his chin. It wasn't the look, more of the air of her, that brought him a sense of comfortability. A phobian, atleast part, from what he saw. He'd merely stand tall and say out loud. "Good day." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 11:43 pm
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▼Where: Dinning hall.
▼Thoughts: Not again.
XXXGareth would chuckle slightly at Ursula, paying her comment's of no mind. "If you had your way, you'd likely just take the throne." he would mutter to himself, his mouth moving before he could think. Reaching out towards his glass, he would take a deep drink of water before his gaze drifted back towards his work. This was a rare occasion - his family speaking to him that is - so he would attempt to savor it as much as possible, even though the company themselves are quite twisted. His reading would be interrupted by the sound of the dinning room door opening.
Looking up from his book he would notice whom it was fairly quickly. Gareth, being studied on most of the big figures of the world knew the face well. "Good day, King Herod.", Gareth would reply, with a genuine smile. This smile of his was a sort of tell of his. He often smiled when on guard or alert. Gareth however weak he might be, was very intellectual. And could figure that the man would have reason to be here, unless he has something to gain, or to possibly test the waters? "What bring's you here?" he asked, laying the bait, in attempt to figure out the reason for the sudden appearance.
O.O.C...
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 11:59 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxUrsula Drosselmeyerxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Princess of Lionis
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Ursula stared at her younger brother as a frown slowly formed on her face, pulling her pink lips down "I have no desire to be queen, nor have I ever, I just want to be left to my devices and conundrums. I quite like my silence you know" Ursula stated as she looked over at her sister once more "Now if anyone wants to take over just look a bit more to your left" she said crossly. Ursula didn't support her sisters claim, but she wouldn't stand in her way either- she was more of a chaotic neutral type of person, she would leave you alone, but once you stepped in her way or once it started to interfere with her own plans then she would probably carve you a new mouth.
Their little talk was cut short when a strange man entered the room, causing her to raise a pale white eyebrow as she turned around in her chair, the food that had splattered on her dress was now dry as was the blood on her fingers. She didn't study the royal houses of the kingdoms so she was unaware of whom the person was until her brother said the name of the king aloud. She may not know the members of each household but she knew who ruled Phobos and that was house Letho. This man looked slightly different, sharing some of the same features with her younger sister Tatiana, so the only thing she was able to know for sure was that he was a Letho of some sort, and she was correct when Gerath stated that he was King Herod. Ursula looked at the king with her mismatched purple and red eyes, she studied him with her eyes, looking him up and down as she shifted her feet, pressing both feet to the ground she was able to see him in her mind as well, if she went to the tailors right now she could probably have a suite made for him to his exact dimensions. Ursula though did not speak as Gerath seemed to have that under control.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 8:49 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Relaxed◄ ►мσηєу: 150 EC◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Dining Hall◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Typical Princess?◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: None◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Tribal◄ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 10:59 pm
H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Would walk forward as the guards kept an eye on him though it seemed the prince took notice of him and his rank. He'd look at the three as his arms crossed lightly and he lifted his chin up into the air. His head bowed down while his eyes closed lightly. "An honor to meet you all." He'd say while thinking how odd that the children were closer to his age than the king was. He'd rub the back of his head, studying each greeting. It was nice to see the prince did not show timidness in the face of the young king, though he did not think the guards would follow his example. He'd then adjust his vision on to the princess who seemed reclusive towards his very being, and blinked slowly while hearing the other speak. She had a bolder way of talking, securing his thoughts on her phobian blood, as he turned to her. "I recently finished speaking with your father. He doesn't seem pleased with our talk though." He'd say in a slightly playful tone, thinking back on the situation. "Though, in the conversation. He'd tell me that me and one of you would be greatly acquainted over the next month. For he does not trust me to sit alone in my kingdom. " He'd then put a hand on his neck rubbing it. "He wants one of you to come with me back to Phobos to monitor me and my people's activities." ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 4:08 am
▼Voice
▼Where: Dinning hall.
▼Thoughts: Not again.
XXXAfter Herod's words, Gareth's complex though process immediately started clicking. His father didn't trust Herod. Which is to be expected, due to the previous years, but why would he need to send a child there? To send his own children was almost redundant of the situation. If he distrusted someone why would he send his own blood with them, to a foreign land outside of his reach? Thinking for a bit of the situation, Gareth started to narrow down all the possibilities of whom might be taken over there and why.
The crown prince, eldest brother. Father would not send him, to much value to risk being lost in another kingdom. Second prince was a decent possibility of being the one sent. Gareth himself, third prince. Chances are slim. Being sickly, often needed in the care of the castle, along with being a valued strategist in the Empire. The first princess, Ursula. Chances are slim, eldest wouldn't be sent off. Along with her unique...personality. She'd likely be arrested within a month out of the castle. Second Princess, Titania. Once again, would be possible. But father trust's her very little, not likely a position that he'd like to put himself in. Third Princess, Gareth's twin. Also not likely. Knowing that separating the two twins would cause a strife within the family. Fourth Princess, Elentiya. The youngest, just turned of age. Has no enemies nor friends. No power nor pull. A likely candidate.
"Second Prince, Elentiya or myself. Is whom father would send.", he would speak, doing the countless calculations in mere seconds. "However due to my frailty, I doubt I will be the one he chooses. Most likely are Second Prince or Elentiya." he finished, tapping on the table as he thunk. Readying himself for another thinking session, he'd have to talk to father about this. Taking another drink of water, he readied himself for the second round of rambling, one of his admittedly bad habits. "Father wouldn't send out The Crown Prince, to much value to trust with strangers. Nor would he be happy to send me out. I'm sick often and hold a strategic position within the Empire....Ursula, would be unlikely. She likes familiarity, and father knows' far to well that she doesn't bend to his will easy. Titania won't be sent, because it isn't an unknown thing that she want's the throne. Little trust to be had. My sister wont be sent, simply because I won't allow that...Elentiya would be the most logic choice. She is young, has no enemies. Is easy to bend, along with just recently turning of age, she is to marry soon. Likely to someone in Phobos." he finished his ramblings again. "And there you have it."
O.O.C...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 6:35 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxUrsula Drosselmeyerxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Princess of Lionis
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Ursula stared at the ceiling for a moment, humming slightly "Now brother, despite your wisdom we must remember father wasn't meant to be Emperor in the first place... He wasn't born into his position and I doubt he knows well enough what to do when he needs to back up his words" Ursula said as she gnawed at her bottom lip for a second "But without a doubt he would keep the crown prince here, everyone knows that the safety of the heir is top priority when it comes to succession and with fathers age I wouldn't hold my breath, he's likely to die from some illness or be assassinated for his brashness." Ursula mused as she slowly turned her head so she could look at Gerath for a second before looking over at King Herod "Our Emperor is not a smart man but he does not trust anyone, it will be a battle of his wanting to control you and intimidate you. If he wants to intimidate you he will send a man to do his job for him which my little brother is correct in assuming that it would most likely be the second prince...If he wants to control you he will send a woman which..." Ursula chuckled lightly before she turned to look at Gerath "Come now, lets be honest, he trusts all his daughters equally, which means not at all." Ursula would turn back to Herod "He will probably send either myself, Tatiana, Gerath's twin sister or Elentiya to seduce you or all your brothers...Personally I do not want to share the bed of anyone alive...Tatiana is less likely...which leaves..." Ursula would turn back to Gerath with an irritated tsk leaving her lips as she reached over and flicked Geraths arm "and even when I take another approach it just leads to the same conclusion" she said crossly, crossing her arms over her chest, So it was going to be either Elentiya or the Second prince...her second brother was almost always right in this type of situation.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 8:15 pm
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Relaxed◄ ►мσηєу: 150 EC◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Dining Hall◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Typical Princess?◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: None◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Tribal◄ ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2016 9:20 pm
H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Would sit as he heard them all speak on what they thought. His eyes would follow each one as they spoke on how none of them would be suited to follow him into his homeland. He'd then look over to the three as he rubbed the back of his head. "He'd already told me who he planned on sending. I believe it was the second son, he believe would be able to calculate tactics and see through deceit. His first daughter, that would flourish in our walls or something in our kingdom. Then mentioning a phobian born girl who'd probably want to see her homeland. In none of it was it talked about a small girl of age." He'd say before taking a seat at the farthest end from them, feeling the guards still around him. He'd let his hand rest on the table as he frowned a decent bit. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 1:34 am
▼Voice
▼Where: Dinning hall.
▼Thoughts: Not again.
XXX"I understand all that." Gareth replied, figuring the man didn't get his point. He was simply explaining it so that the mystery of whom would go, would be over and he could continue his breakfast in peace. "As Ursula previously mentioned. Do ignore father's ramblings sometimes. He isn't the smartest of men. He's more of the type that relies on violence and charm." he finished, looking back towards his books. Licking the end of his finger, and turning the pages slowly, Gareth would sit and read in silence for a bit before speaking up again. "Anything else you need?" he spoke, not looking up from his book to the King.
O.O.C...Wolf, I think Athame made a typo when explaining to you. Because the tactician and strategist is Third Son, second son isn't even made yet.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 10:36 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxUrsula Drosselmeyerxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Princess of Lionis
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Ursula looked at her brother and rolled her eyes "Come now, Gareth, don't be rude" she said to him before looking over at King Herod "Would you like some wine King Herod?" she asked him calmly as she snapped her fingers, a servant came running with a goblet toward Herod, and would bow as they offered the wine. Ursula would pick up her own goblet as she took a sip out of it "Whatever fathers decision I wouldn't be to put off by it, it probably wont last long, or effect you to much" she muttered as she put her wine goblet down.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 8:05 am
╔══════════════╗ ►ι αм: Relaxed◄ ►мσηєу: 150 EC◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg: Talking◄ ►ωнєяє αм ι: Dining Hall◄ ►ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg: Typical Princess?◄ ►мαякιиgѕ: None◄ ►ςσи∂ιтισи: Healthy◄ ►αςςєит: Tribal◄ ╚══════════════╝ [OOC: Sorry for this crap post. I didn't know what to do ^^]
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 7:17 pm
H E R O D ✹ L E T H O ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ❝..Next to the Throne..❞ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Herod's eyes closed as he listened to the son. His head nodded a bit before standing up. It seemed he was less like Kyran than first thought. He'd put a hand throw his short ebon locks as he looked to the servant with the wine. His hand would fall to the wine cup, not touching it as he shook his head. "I'd rather not." He'd say while adjusting his scarf on his neck. He'd then look to see the Phobian. She seemed put off by the idea of his homeland. It hurt slightly, though Phobos was not kind to any of it's dwellers, even royalty. He understood the transition, and nodded his head towards her. "I need not from any of you. I merely wanted a grasp on what was to come." He'd say while turning his head from them. His arms crossed. "Have a nice meal, I will be on my way." He'd say as he began to walk while the guards followed him, though once the door opened, the giant red wings pushed back from him as he inhaled deeply, letting a few scales petrude up his neck. He'd step to the window and push off, flying from the castle's walls, to his next destination at great speeds.
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