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Evelyn looked up at him as he agreed to go with her to a place more secluded, she sighed as she took his hand and stood up. She wondered if she would need to deal with men asking for her to marry them all her life... probably. She looked up with her green eyes, she wondered if he knew she had a son, she doubted it.

She would let her hand slide from his as she went over to a chest and opened it in order to pull out a dress she had bought two years ago. It was a red dress styled with an empire waist and crinkle crease top and thin shoulder straps. She slipped the dress over her head and let it fall along her more then generous curves in order to hide the clingy leathers she wore (in order to put on armor at a moments notice). The dress was kept up by a golden buckle that had a lions insignia upon the front, tassels hung from the sides and a sheer layer or red fabric covered the plain red, giving it a semi-ethereal look. The dress was unconventional for the times, to clingy, to thin, meant more for a wealthy merchants daughter instead of a princess, but it was more then most b*****d born children ever got to wore.

With the dress covering her leathers she slipped on some red slippers and walked toward the tent entrance "I can assume that you can keep up?" she said, not bothering to wait for an answer as she flipped open the tent flap and took a five step run before she suddenly transformed, flying upward as she did. Her wings appeared first which gave her lift as her body followed, the beautiful dress being eaten away as she transformed not into a dragon with scales but a dragon made entirely of slick, oily armor.

[exits]

Alistair Drosselmeyer

Horns began to blow across the field of battle. Orders where being shouted not to fire with arrows and to move towards the center. The emperor was coming out. The sound of the doors opening let out the around of gasp and some horrified shrieks from within. Out in front was a blond man dressed in white. His glasses almost imposible to see. He had on the crown and scepter of the emperor. He carried himself with a bigger weight then he seemed to have. Apmost as if the crown was not a welcome thing on his forehead. Behind him was a group of people that looked malnurished, beaten. Fear was most of there eyes, anger shone brightly in others. And some had resigned themselfs to there fate.

The smallest group was the most pitiful. Some seemed to have hope in there eyes. Yet moved unsure of if this was reality or not. These people would likely never sleep safely again.

Cradled safely in his arms also in white linnen was a crying toddler. Its hand scratching at its covered face. Its cry one its mother might remember

He walked and the guards that protected him carried the procession of white flags. He walked till he was close enough to the front lines that his roar would bellow and echo.

" i call for armistice!!! Let it be known lionis will not attack only defend itself. Any who try to instigate battle from the lionis side shall like the former emperor be culled. I swear it on Leo and Zedekiah. This is my second edict. As emperor of lionis. Now bring forth the leaders of the army before me. We need to discuss terms. And i have something i wich to give back to her.!!!"

The horns started once again

The-Not-Empress, Not-recognized as princess of bastards froze. Of all the days and of all the time. She slowly let the white piece of fabric she had recived fall into the mud before she brought the letter up and ripped not once, not twice, but until she could no longer put the papers on top of each other and rip them and throw them into the air like confetti but without the joy of a party. She walked into her tent alone and within ten minutes she came back out, she still had her leathers on underneath the chainmail and the armor that she had put on, her twin swords at her sides, her long black hair had been pulled back into a simple tail. She would not look at the white cloth again as she left it in the mud "come" she said, all playfulness had left her voice, the shadow in her eyes had returned and her pupils had become large.

She walked toward the front of the camp without waiting for a response from the white haired man she had just spoken with for better part of perhaps two hours or more. She would grab the reigns of a horse that was as dark as the darkness in a night sky void of stars and moon. She would place one foot within the stirrup and on her own lift herself onto the horse, swinging her leg over and mounting as she grabbed and looped the reigns around her hand. She would make no noise to force the horse to move, only move her legs against its sides. The horse would take off like a bolt of death out of the Bellrisian camp straight toward the white dot that was the "Emperor".

The Night Horse would stop just in front of Alistair but she would not dismount, her eyes were narrow as she looked at him, no friendliness was within them. He had done nothing to aid her in this war as far as she was aware, though she was thankful for what he had done to keep her from starving those years ago that was what it was- years ago. As far as she was aware he was the enemy, the son of the enemy, and if he called himself Emperor he was the Enemy "You call for armistice." she said, her voice calm yet authoritative "But you can not force one, it must be agreed upon by both parties" she said to him as the horse took a few steps that she halted with a tight pull of the reigns "What brings you here, Prince Alistair, invoking Leo and Zedekiah while dressing like the priests of Amalia?" she asked him and lowered her eyelids, her green eyes like lightening "If you are not careful those white robes might get stained"

[ooc: sorry for the multiple quotes, messed it up a few times]

Gone's the wisdom
Of a thousand years
A world in fire and chains and fear



The lady stepped out of her tent adorning armor that seemed to echo her native scales. Ordered to follow, he thought little of falling into step behind her. However, unlike her, he saw no occasion for mounting a horse, and simply followed casually along. He hadn't brought armor, and the garland of garlic was still about his neck to ward off the illness that was about (and it helped for the smell). He certainly did not look like he came to fight.

He stopped and stood aside, for now merely biding his time while the two officials spoke. He was not in his field, at present, and as long as that was the case, there was absolutely no reason for him to say anything.

Yet, of course.

Fortunately, even at the start, he was able to read the moods of those present and he was able to hear what they said. The prince himself had been the one to end the marring blotch on the throne? Impressive, indeed. What had been the tool he chose to employ? Dagger? Poison? Or honorable combat?

Patricide, indeed, at its finest. And here he was so soon wearing the crown of his forbear. In the presence of the last of the royal Lionis, no less. A remarkable turn of insult, in its way.

But even in these thoughts, the crystalline dragon was silent, and only bore the barest hint of an amused smile on his face.



Leads me to a place so far
Deep down it lies my secret vision
I better keep it safe

Alistair Drosselmeyer

" I only need the land to recognize me, not that it did my father. and not that it did me." he admitted rather easily but let a sigh come out of his lips, his shoulders seemingly weighing more. he shifted his weight, the child in his arms by now slumbering. his eyes seemed clouded for a moment as he spoke his next few words." in a war when a general is killed it's either the end of the battle or a new one gets chosen and is thrust straight into battle."
His eyes stopped being clouded. " to put it in simple terms for the betterment of the country someone that's not you needs to give you the crown back. I intend to secure a deal that might fairly help everyone move back into peace and give you the crown.what I offer to stop the war is my fathers latest stupid move. the kidnapped child of the highchairwoman.

he noticed the quiet person near Evelyn he wondered just who he is, he seemed to just be observing. he had learned that those people that speak less are often smart or cancer.

Evelyn noted the child, he said it was the Council Womans child but she did not know weather she would believe it or not. So instead she simply dismounted from her horse and reached out her armored hands, wrapping them around the sleeping child and she lifted the boy from his arms, holding him up just a bit in order to see his face and the mutilation from the missing ear. She did not know who had caused it but weather it was the Emperor of Alistair she did not care as she shifted the child onto her hip and raised a hand, looking at it for a moment, turning her wrist to look at her palm, she moved her legs as if she was going to leave but then she brought that hand forward, using the momentum of her turning body and the reach of her arm to use her armored hand to backhand the 'Emperor' aiming for his cheek.

"You would dare to use a child as a bargaining chip Alistair?" she snapped at him "That is low and something I would only think your father capable of." she said coldly as she turned to look over at The Count, she would offer the child to him, preferably so he would hold it. She would look at Alistair "I had once half a mind to allow you to live and take you as an advisor despite the horrors of your father, I did not believe in judgement based on the sins of the predecessor. I still do not." she said, narrowing her eyes as she threw her right arm up "Look behind you. The people you freed hate you! They may show hope but if it wasn't for those guards of yours I'm certain you would have no skin upon your body" she said "And then look around you. You said your armies will only fight in defense, well look at Bellris and Phobos and Solidon. They do not stop because you order them to. They continue to take life because you acted rashly in order to try to aim for peace" she said as she dropped her arm.

She would study Alistair for a moment as she remembered the talks they had in The Blind Witch almost three years ago, debating the sentience of the land. It sounded as if he had persuaded himself of its sentience "I remember our talks in the tavern" she said to him, her voice cool "How the land may choose people, may be alive." she said to him "My ancestor was chosen to lead this land. Ivirth was the Emperor of the land and it was the line of Lionis that was crowned. Not Bellris, Not Quatrez, Not Llewellyn, Not Letho, and certainly Not Drosselmeyer. It is by the grace of my families blood that you can even touch the throne" she said softly "And if you want this war to stop. You will kneel."

Gone's the wisdom
Of a thousand years
A world in fire and chains and fear



He wasn't quite expecting what happened to happen. .... Not that he would put it past a warlike mind, but what bothered him was that the concept of a peaceful, or quick, resolution that would place the crown in her hands was treated with disdain and she bludgeoned the messenger of this news. The crystal dragon frowned, and he did little to hide this expression even when the infant, that was currently fitfully sleeping, was moved into his arms. If he had to guess, the baby had worn itself out because of its injury. ... Someone had cut its ear off.

Immediately, the crystal dragon pictured the previous emperor, holding the ear aloft, and that very ear being sent to the infant's mother.

It had been a bribe. But what disrupted his thoughts was his puzzling confusion in the matter. Why did the prince, instead of reaching out to this infant's mother to return it, bring that child here? It felt keenly like a bargaining chip, even as he said that he was not his father. He might not have been, but this did not mean that he wasn't trying to manipulate the emotion of the conversation.

The crystal dragon turned from the scene and adjusted how the blanket cradled the infant. The child was pale and cold. It was very likely that it lost more blood than it should have. There was not much by way of a bandage for this child, either....

The dragon's frown morphed into a scowl as he turned and began to leave the area. Let the peace-whisperer and the war-mongering ones speak. He had other concerns, even if this child belonged to one he wouldn't trust with an emery board. Besides.... he lost interest in their conversation as he churned over his feelings at this present time.



Leads me to a place so far
Deep down it lies my secret vision
I better keep it safe