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Company:: Alister, Gareth and Tatiana
Clothing:: Royal attire with Silver Crown
Feeling:: Decisive
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Throne room - near throne
Currency:: $1000 EC
Items:: Hidden twin daggers
OOC::


Thinking of the land and why we haven't heard from it in so long. Esther could positively laugh at Alister's words had it not been for a prince in disguise to show Esther some power behind this notion of mysticism during the civil war. While Gareth led Esther and the other soldiers, it was that bellrissian prince, with his single squad of knights, that saved them running into freshly added reinforcement on their targeted fort after arguing about a "bad feeling" with Esther. It was only because of that argument did enough time pass for the fort's reinforcement to come into view, and it was a surprise to both Esther and Gareth because this adjunct of soldiers came as an unplanned surprise; A lieutenant colonel popping up with his men to surprise his brother who was the captain of the fort.

"Brother" says Alister which gets Esther to turn around, and there she sees what he doth see. "And after so many days, he is risen!" Esther calls out with surprised amusement. "It's a surprise to see you limping amongst the living again Gareth. Your persistence precedes you." A curved smirk upon her pink rose petal lips as she welcomes her brother with regal fake charm. She hardly liked her brother Gareth for unspoken reasons...but since the civil war her relationship with her brother has worsened and bettered in such an odd way.

It was only seconds later that her sister Tatiana entered the room and with Esther's hands clapped together she both greets and welcomes Tatiana truthfully. "There is no official meeting going on but I'm glad we're all here." The doors are closed and not another soul is around but the heirs of the Drosselmyer name and throne of Lionis. "There seems to be evil stirring up within the kingdoms and I'd like to know if either of you have felt it too. Alister has already stated something, but I'd like to hear for my other siblings here before continuing saying what I had in mind for the puny kingdoms surrounding us."

Alistair Drosselmeyerstarting ec:1000

Valter confidently entered the throne room seemingly without concern for offending his father. He had spent enough time away and figured if he stayed away any longer then he might be at risk for losing the throne. After his precious had been married off he had spent his time slinking from one alter to the next trying to soothe his frayed nerves. Shadowing him was a small woman who had spent the better part of all morning with him, unfortunately not in his bed, not that he hadn’t tried. The girl always danced outside of his reach as if she was used to the unwanted advances and lately he was too lazy to enter an unwanted fight. He chalked it up to getting old. “Stay” he grunted and he hissed in frustration when the girl ignored him, he took two steps and she followed, and when he stopped so did she. The girl seemed delighted at his frustration as he turned and fixed her in a cold glare he saw laughter in her blue eyes. “You’re excused” he said, saying this in a slow manner as if she was slow in the head, and he guessed maybe she was but she tilted her head and three clicks sounded before she bowed low in an almost mocking gesture as she rasped in an old woman’s voice “Very well- sire” before rising and casting a curious look at Azazel before turning and in a quick stride exiting the throne room. Valter watched her go feeling annoyance prickling at the back of his next as he turned to face his father.

“Father” he said in a flat tone that suggested he wasn’t all that thrilled to see him again. Valter probably would have abandoned the kingdom if he wasn’t so tantalizingly close to taking the throne from man. “You’ve gotten fat” he said as he eyed his father looking for even the smallest hint of weakness but in the end grinned at him. Most would cower in the man’s presence but he had little care in whatever happened to him lately. “Or maybe it’s my eyes playing tricks on me” he came to stop in front of his father and ducked his head quickly out of respect but soon was standing tall and eyeing him. “I’ve missed you” he lied smoothly, only because it was expected of him, and he felt Styx shift on his shoulder as if the bird could sense his lie.

Valter placed a hand on his chest when his father brushed off his comment about missing him and was trying to control his grin but he couldn't. "You see? It's been so long I've forgotten our petty little arrangements-" he removed his hand from his chest and waved it as if shooing off a fly. "I'll do my best to remember-" he fixed the man in a hard look as he informed him of all the things within his own family that he had missed. "Please- to cut my eyes out would have the women from all over Lionis weeping in despair-" he his grin softened into a cocky smile. "A new queen? Heaven's- how could I have not heard about that?" he blinked innocently and then snorted "Why should I care what creature you force into your bed? and what disgusting vermin that whore might produce?" he crossed his arms as his smile died. "Where I go is for me to know and no one else" he hissed back as he glared at his father clearly unhappy about being challenged about his unnatural relationship with Ursula or his long absence from the palace. Why did he care anyway? The man rarely acknowledged him unless he had some mindless chore to do or wanted to give him an earful for harassing the staff or people of the kingdom. Valter glared moodily at his father in silence trying to find exactly the right words he wanted to use but they failed him. He knew how young he must have looked standing there and pouting and although he struggled to contain his anger he eyed his father wondering what his real purpose had come. "My self-esteem is fine" he growled as he added "Unlike certain members of his family I don't need a whore on my arm to make myself feel like a bigger man-" he lifted his chine and the raven cackled with laughter, he wanted to stomp out of the throne room, but he remained rooted on the spot. "I don't intend to hide in my fathers shadow like a child when I have a kingdom ripe with fresh fruit to explore. I doubt you'd expect anything less from me-" he didn't hide the bitterness from his tone. In truth he had spent most of his time trying to rekindle any faith he had left in the gods but lately he was finding it harder and harder to do. "Why have you summoned me here?" he grumbled at last "Apart from mocking my manhood- I trust you had good reason?" he glared at his father hoping he hadn't brought him back just to rub his nose in the fact that his father had stolen one of the only things in his life that made him happy.

Valter had remained curiously quiet when his father threatened him if he was to insult the queen. "Defensive" he responded with a smug smile when he realized he must have gotten past the man's armor. He remained silent when his father carried on and he felt anger rising in his throat as he hissed "Those are some big words you're using there- do you know how to use them?" he shot back at his father clearly unhappy at the rough treatment but his anger quickly it dissipated into curiosity when he summoned the servants entered and set the covered easels with portraits up before quickly exiting the throne room. He kept a biting comment to himself as he watched as he started to remove the white cloths and revealed the faces of the striking women and placed a name for each face as he went along. A stone settled in his stomach and it only grew heavier when he realized what his father intended for him to do.

"Dear gods you've lost your mind" he stared flatly at his father as if the mere thought of marrying disgusted him. But still his eye trailed back to the faces and he narrowed his eyes knowing that a woman rejecting his offer for marriage was laughable. Who wouldn't want to wed the crowned prince? However he found himself overlooking the older women and his eyes came to linger on the last picture of Basina before flicking back up at his father and there was a hint of a tired smile. "A very generous offer you have made me" he drew himself together looking strangely calm compared to his earlier fit as his eyes drifted back to the portraits before snapping his attention back on Azazel "And If I refuse?" he asked out of curiosity. Valter was thinking of ways he could wiggle out of his proposal but he had already tested his fathers patience and the last thing he needed was to have the last of his dignity stripped from him.

Valter nodded as he listened to his father inform him in great detail how he would be punished if he refused to take a wife and produce a heir. "You just want to see me naked" he shot his father a cheeky smile. He was less afraid of his fathers wraith as he was of being rejected by these women. The disgust was clear on his face when he asked if he had a commoner that he had holed up with for the past few months and squinted at him. Valter shot him a disgusted look when he compared those two women to his Ursula. How dare he? He didn't know Ursula the same way he did and he doubted he would care. If their relationship was wrong the gods certainly had no problem with it. "They're not worthy of me or my heir" he hissed coldly back at his father as his eye sought someone who didn't resemble his sister and he growled "Her-" he snapped and pointed at a portrait of a dark-haired woman with liquid gold eyes that was Chusi and then hissed "Or her would be fine" he then gestured at Basina. "I will send a proposal to them at once-" although his eye drifted back to Ophellia's portrait. "Only the gods can judge me on my choices, not you, or anyone else" he sounded colder as he added "I will not spend my life cowering to you because you judge me over something you know nothing about. I will marry and I will have my heir and you will sit on your throne a proud emperor-" the bitterness returned to his tone.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◆Outfit Picture ◆Location Throne Room◆Company Father, Brother, Unborn Child ◆Mood Anger ◆Blindfold Off

Emperor Azazel looked at his son and chuckled slightly "I have had perhaps fourteen children, of which only seven remain, you will probably have two dozen because half of them will die before you even get to sit here and rule" he said to him crossly and thats when he saw Ursula, and he frowned Ursula, you should be in Phobos getting ready to have your child, why are you here of all-" Azazel took a breath, of course he knew why he was here, and he sighed "Nevermind, I know why you're here. Valter you may go, but do not forget to find a bride" he said to him before sighing "you may both go"