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The King and Queen of Treyton sat on their golden thrones, smiling at the guests. Their smiles were as empty as the hearts that attended the event. Not a single person was here because they actually cared for the rulers, they were there because the two had power, even if they were, arguably, insane. A subtle foreboding lingered in the air, as the man and his wife were much more quiet this year. Perhaps they had realized their son was not coming back? The guests lingered, mostly concerned and confused that they were not allowed to leave the palace. At least the food was decent. The guards had taken their weaponry as they entered, even the ornamental pieces that some wore. This, too, caused the guests to be concerned. However, it was better than offending what may be the most politically powerful country in the nation. And so, the guests endured.
[fieldbox="Taqedin Othyrsa, #ff9900, solid, 10, Blackadder ITC"]The young man stood near the table of gifts, his servants having just brought in an ornate chest filled with golden jewelry and gems. Taquedin's people were known for such fineries, and it was quite an honor to have a wyvern at an event, as they would give enough gold and treasure to start a small kingdom. He bowed to the rulers, finding it quite odd at how silent they were. He had been to the same party year after year, and they were always gushing about their "new baby boy". This year, after the announcement that no one would be leaving until that dead child woke up, they never mentioned him again. As if they had forgotten about him entirely. Not only that, they were uncharacteristically silent when speaking to guests.
He brushed it off for now, returning to the floor, where food and wine were being served. He surveyed his surroundings, seeing many people and creatures from everywhere. He even saw some new faces that he had not encountered at previous parties. He ordered his hand servant to fetch him a chalice of wine, still not quite able to shake the disturbing feeling around him. The guards did not seem hostile towards anyone, and they even looked as confused as the guests. Perhaps it was nothing important, and just the rulers being different for once. He was brought his wine, and he took a sip, looking around again. Everyone seemed bored, as usual. It was never exciting. The first year, it was a grand celebration, when the child was actually alive. The second year was almost as wonderful, even though the prince had died only weeks after the party. Nobody had wanted to offend the rulers, who were adamant about their son being alive. However, after the seventh time, it had started to just get awkward. This year was the eighth, and hopefully the last. If he had to go to one more of these parties, he had half a mind to throttle the two and make a fuss about their dead son. O coursem he wouldn't. His father might actually kill him.
He glanced down at the claws on his hands, glad he had them. His sword was taken from him. He may not have been very good at it, but it was still a weapon. And of course, no one could disarm magic users, nor could they stop him from reverting into his larger self. He blinked, shaking his head ever so slightly. Why was he worried about that? Everyone was safe here. It wasn't as if there would be an all out battle in the ballroom or anything.[/fieldbox]
[fieldbox="Taqedin Othyrsa, #ff9900, solid, 10, Blackadder ITC"]The young man stood near the table of gifts, his servants having just brought in an ornate chest filled with golden jewelry and gems. Taquedin's people were known for such fineries, and it was quite an honor to have a wyvern at an event, as they would give enough gold and treasure to start a small kingdom. He bowed to the rulers, finding it quite odd at how silent they were. He had been to the same party year after year, and they were always gushing about their "new baby boy". This year, after the announcement that no one would be leaving until that dead child woke up, they never mentioned him again. As if they had forgotten about him entirely. Not only that, they were uncharacteristically silent when speaking to guests.
He brushed it off for now, returning to the floor, where food and wine were being served. He surveyed his surroundings, seeing many people and creatures from everywhere. He even saw some new faces that he had not encountered at previous parties. He ordered his hand servant to fetch him a chalice of wine, still not quite able to shake the disturbing feeling around him. The guards did not seem hostile towards anyone, and they even looked as confused as the guests. Perhaps it was nothing important, and just the rulers being different for once. He was brought his wine, and he took a sip, looking around again. Everyone seemed bored, as usual. It was never exciting. The first year, it was a grand celebration, when the child was actually alive. The second year was almost as wonderful, even though the prince had died only weeks after the party. Nobody had wanted to offend the rulers, who were adamant about their son being alive. However, after the seventh time, it had started to just get awkward. This year was the eighth, and hopefully the last. If he had to go to one more of these parties, he had half a mind to throttle the two and make a fuss about their dead son. O coursem he wouldn't. His father might actually kill him.
He glanced down at the claws on his hands, glad he had them. His sword was taken from him. He may not have been very good at it, but it was still a weapon. And of course, no one could disarm magic users, nor could they stop him from reverting into his larger self. He blinked, shaking his head ever so slightly. Why was he worried about that? Everyone was safe here. It wasn't as if there would be an all out battle in the ballroom or anything.[/fieldbox]