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Off, far off from where most tread, sits the Castle of Grausam. In the walls of this great stronghold a great queen rules. All should fear her and know her power. She sits upon the throne, one seat empty where a king once sat, now only a sleepy cat warms the seat. To the right of this graceful cat, often called Madam, sits the Queen in her rightful place. All of her household are gathered around, waiting for her to speak. Their mouths are shut; they know only to speak after her lips have stopped. She looks at them all with cold blue eyes, with a slight grin across her smooth red lips.
To her right stands her most trusted advisor, and guard. He the captain, Cadmar Regio, was more skilled in swordplay than any could ever claim. But he was not just a sword swinger, no no, there was more to this man than could be seen on the surface. He was a man of deep thought and wisdom. He was decisive and cleaver, he had proved this many times. She would always keep him at her side, even if you wished to leave. ‘Do you ever think of leaving me?’
And to his right stands a girl most peculiar. With tail and ears she is like no other. The Queen often wonders about her, and why Regio chose such a girl to stand at his right. The girl, Blaise is what she is called, is wise to hide her ears and tail. ‘Who are you really?’
Lady turned her gaze to her children, each one unique. She now much chose, but even if not today, soon, who would sit where she does now.
The oldest some would think. But Lady did not care for age, but for power and cunning. Krista; a young woman of 18, her fist child and perhaps the last to be Queen. Lady could see it in her eyes that she wished not to be like her mother. She rather play with pretty pictures and dance at balls. The pranks Krista pulled were more than childish, but her magic abilities were well adept. 'If only she was practical.'
She had trusted the care of her eldest daughter to a boy of 19. Sion Hakate. She had know his father before he had passed, and that was why the boy was here. He had taken up his father’s duty and sword and swore it to the household of Grausam. The queen did trust him enough. ‘Never trust someone fully. That is a knife in the back just waiting to happen.’
A year after Krista was born Lady gave birth to a bastard son. A funny young man had come to her courts in hopes to make the queen laugh. She was a young queen then and still tripped up now and again. The entertainer was one of her mistakes. He had made the queen laugh, and so charming was he that she decided to show him her bedchamber. And to her was born Roland. Her son was taken to live with his father, a life of a performer. But he was not to stay out of her life. Fate brought him back to her with the death of his father, and now he sat with the rest of her sons and daughters, but he could never hold the throne. Even with his great knowledge of the world and its culture, a thing to hold on to, he could never be the one to spread the name of Grausam over the nations. ‘A shame.’
Lydia, a sweet girl of 16 came just after Roland. She was a character. She would not take the role of a lady, not in attire that is. She oft would spend her hours up on horseback. Lydia would try to act mellow, but she had a temper. Her inability to stay cool when something bothered her would be her down fall if ever she became queen. Though her ability in magic gave her a chance. ‘It all depends how you will wield power.’
And with Lydia came Evairy; a very smart and pretty girl, one to certainly take the throne… perhaps. She was sometimes a pain when she disobeyed the queen, but that was to be admired. ‘She will not bend.’ Strong will is on the long list of what is needed in order to rule. ‘Weak in health, but strong in mind.’ Her many allergies would cause problems from time to time, but she would survive. Her one eye different than the other, it was unique, but she hid it regardless. ‘Don’t hide.’
Lady's eyes wandered to Damila, the next of her children. She stood there with her servant at her side. She kept a close eye on the boy; she had no love for him. Damila had begged for him to care for her personally rather than he meat the chopping block. Against her better judgment did Lady comply, even after he tried to steal from her household. It was a petty crime, nothing she cared much about, but a queen cannot show lenience or weakness, and that was what sparing his life was. So close to her daughter, he could pull nearly anything, or even manipulate Damila. She did not like it. 'Tymel...'
And her young Damila, who liked to play with swords. She was strong in away, but it would take more than steal to rule. But from time to time she had seen Damila wield her tong. 'A tong is a much shaper sword.' She likes conflict, that would get her in to trouble… But if she could keep an even temperament about her, she may just find herself sitting in the chair.
Her second son, and only true-blood prince, Ellis could hardly even be considered a boy. He much rather been seen as a girl. But despite this he was perhaps her best child. Picking favorites is something mothers were not supposed to do, but something queens should. He was observant and quite, smart and cunning. She knew why he had decided not to "wear the pants." She knew a lot more than people often gave credit for, and her boy was in the same view. Ellis was also a perfectionist, and that was an admirable quality. Don't do it unless you’re going to do it right. That was how Lady had made her way to the top. 'Let's see little Ellis climb...' She would be watching Ellis carefully.
Others were had gathered in her court as well.
Her cook, Noah Famul, was a young boy and she held some fondness to him. He had staggered into her castle years ago as a young boy of skin and bones. She allowed him to stay; he had nowhere else to go. When he was well enough he asked to serve, and who was she to refuse? He then became the cook and a very good one indeed. Her grin grew just a tad and the memory of the boy. ‘My boy…’
It was not strange for the queen to have guests in her court. But this one guest was most interesting. Raven, Lady Raven… A pretty young girl in a search for something more than her other life had offered her. Lady had promised to keep the secret, but it only made her wonder. She was a most beautiful creature, unworldly so. The queen was almost excited to see what she would bring to the castle. ‘What do you have in store for us?’
Another guest, a young elf wandering aimlessly had found himself here. He had something bothering him, she could see it plainly. He had come here to find not a castle, but something else. Would he find what he is looking for here? ‘I have many answers, but perhaps not yours, Faroh Eache.’
She over viewed them all, whether or not they were to take the throne, they still played important parts. The queen sat back in her chair. Lady Grausam; a woman of great power, influence, wisdom, and beauty. She had sat in this chair for many years. She had gone though the pains of birth many times, but it was worth it. She had killed to get here, and it almost saddened her knowing that her turn was nearly over. She loved each of her children, each in different ways. She would not show it though; she wanted them to be strong. She wanted them to earn their way to the top because only the powerful can hold such an honor. This was how she saw it; threw cold blue eyes.
She cleared her throat and the air grew still and cold. All was awaiting her command. She scanned the room, watching their eyes. She could nearly see their thoughts.
“You all must know why I have gathered you,” Lady cut though the air with a soothing voice. Her voice echoed off the walls of the large throne room, all the way to the door. “I know that my day will come, and you are all hoping it will,” she said with a big grin, knowing it was true. “And once I am under the ground this seat will be empty. And one of my children will warm the cushion.” Again she observed their faces. “Who will it be?” She followed with a chuckle. “I wonder that to!”
She stood up and walked forward. “So my dears…” she offered with a gesture to them all. “Who will it be? Who among my children think they are fit to fill my crown?” She stood there with a raised eyebrow. She waited for one to speak. She wanted to see who was the bravest, and the boldest.
‘Come now my dear. Let’s hear what you have to say…’
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To her right stands her most trusted advisor, and guard. He the captain, Cadmar Regio, was more skilled in swordplay than any could ever claim. But he was not just a sword swinger, no no, there was more to this man than could be seen on the surface. He was a man of deep thought and wisdom. He was decisive and cleaver, he had proved this many times. She would always keep him at her side, even if you wished to leave. ‘Do you ever think of leaving me?’
And to his right stands a girl most peculiar. With tail and ears she is like no other. The Queen often wonders about her, and why Regio chose such a girl to stand at his right. The girl, Blaise is what she is called, is wise to hide her ears and tail. ‘Who are you really?’
Lady turned her gaze to her children, each one unique. She now much chose, but even if not today, soon, who would sit where she does now.
The oldest some would think. But Lady did not care for age, but for power and cunning. Krista; a young woman of 18, her fist child and perhaps the last to be Queen. Lady could see it in her eyes that she wished not to be like her mother. She rather play with pretty pictures and dance at balls. The pranks Krista pulled were more than childish, but her magic abilities were well adept. 'If only she was practical.'
She had trusted the care of her eldest daughter to a boy of 19. Sion Hakate. She had know his father before he had passed, and that was why the boy was here. He had taken up his father’s duty and sword and swore it to the household of Grausam. The queen did trust him enough. ‘Never trust someone fully. That is a knife in the back just waiting to happen.’
A year after Krista was born Lady gave birth to a bastard son. A funny young man had come to her courts in hopes to make the queen laugh. She was a young queen then and still tripped up now and again. The entertainer was one of her mistakes. He had made the queen laugh, and so charming was he that she decided to show him her bedchamber. And to her was born Roland. Her son was taken to live with his father, a life of a performer. But he was not to stay out of her life. Fate brought him back to her with the death of his father, and now he sat with the rest of her sons and daughters, but he could never hold the throne. Even with his great knowledge of the world and its culture, a thing to hold on to, he could never be the one to spread the name of Grausam over the nations. ‘A shame.’
Lydia, a sweet girl of 16 came just after Roland. She was a character. She would not take the role of a lady, not in attire that is. She oft would spend her hours up on horseback. Lydia would try to act mellow, but she had a temper. Her inability to stay cool when something bothered her would be her down fall if ever she became queen. Though her ability in magic gave her a chance. ‘It all depends how you will wield power.’
And with Lydia came Evairy; a very smart and pretty girl, one to certainly take the throne… perhaps. She was sometimes a pain when she disobeyed the queen, but that was to be admired. ‘She will not bend.’ Strong will is on the long list of what is needed in order to rule. ‘Weak in health, but strong in mind.’ Her many allergies would cause problems from time to time, but she would survive. Her one eye different than the other, it was unique, but she hid it regardless. ‘Don’t hide.’
Lady's eyes wandered to Damila, the next of her children. She stood there with her servant at her side. She kept a close eye on the boy; she had no love for him. Damila had begged for him to care for her personally rather than he meat the chopping block. Against her better judgment did Lady comply, even after he tried to steal from her household. It was a petty crime, nothing she cared much about, but a queen cannot show lenience or weakness, and that was what sparing his life was. So close to her daughter, he could pull nearly anything, or even manipulate Damila. She did not like it. 'Tymel...'
And her young Damila, who liked to play with swords. She was strong in away, but it would take more than steal to rule. But from time to time she had seen Damila wield her tong. 'A tong is a much shaper sword.' She likes conflict, that would get her in to trouble… But if she could keep an even temperament about her, she may just find herself sitting in the chair.
Her second son, and only true-blood prince, Ellis could hardly even be considered a boy. He much rather been seen as a girl. But despite this he was perhaps her best child. Picking favorites is something mothers were not supposed to do, but something queens should. He was observant and quite, smart and cunning. She knew why he had decided not to "wear the pants." She knew a lot more than people often gave credit for, and her boy was in the same view. Ellis was also a perfectionist, and that was an admirable quality. Don't do it unless you’re going to do it right. That was how Lady had made her way to the top. 'Let's see little Ellis climb...' She would be watching Ellis carefully.
Others were had gathered in her court as well.
Her cook, Noah Famul, was a young boy and she held some fondness to him. He had staggered into her castle years ago as a young boy of skin and bones. She allowed him to stay; he had nowhere else to go. When he was well enough he asked to serve, and who was she to refuse? He then became the cook and a very good one indeed. Her grin grew just a tad and the memory of the boy. ‘My boy…’
It was not strange for the queen to have guests in her court. But this one guest was most interesting. Raven, Lady Raven… A pretty young girl in a search for something more than her other life had offered her. Lady had promised to keep the secret, but it only made her wonder. She was a most beautiful creature, unworldly so. The queen was almost excited to see what she would bring to the castle. ‘What do you have in store for us?’
Another guest, a young elf wandering aimlessly had found himself here. He had something bothering him, she could see it plainly. He had come here to find not a castle, but something else. Would he find what he is looking for here? ‘I have many answers, but perhaps not yours, Faroh Eache.’
She over viewed them all, whether or not they were to take the throne, they still played important parts. The queen sat back in her chair. Lady Grausam; a woman of great power, influence, wisdom, and beauty. She had sat in this chair for many years. She had gone though the pains of birth many times, but it was worth it. She had killed to get here, and it almost saddened her knowing that her turn was nearly over. She loved each of her children, each in different ways. She would not show it though; she wanted them to be strong. She wanted them to earn their way to the top because only the powerful can hold such an honor. This was how she saw it; threw cold blue eyes.
She cleared her throat and the air grew still and cold. All was awaiting her command. She scanned the room, watching their eyes. She could nearly see their thoughts.
“You all must know why I have gathered you,” Lady cut though the air with a soothing voice. Her voice echoed off the walls of the large throne room, all the way to the door. “I know that my day will come, and you are all hoping it will,” she said with a big grin, knowing it was true. “And once I am under the ground this seat will be empty. And one of my children will warm the cushion.” Again she observed their faces. “Who will it be?” She followed with a chuckle. “I wonder that to!”
She stood up and walked forward. “So my dears…” she offered with a gesture to them all. “Who will it be? Who among my children think they are fit to fill my crown?” She stood there with a raised eyebrow. She waited for one to speak. She wanted to see who was the bravest, and the boldest.
‘Come now my dear. Let’s hear what you have to say…’
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