Welcome To The King's Court Status: Open/Accepting Roles Filled: 17/20 The plot for this roleplay will be fairly loose in the beginning. The King is holding court in hopes of finding suitors for his two youngest daughters but is also intending to root out his enemies. Why might the King have enemies, you ask? Well, rumor has it that King is a practicing pagan, possibly a demon worshiper, and that both of his beautiful daughters have been involved in rituals of some variety The Kingdom is largely Catholic and thus many of the nobles may not be too keen on the idea of their King, so famous for his brutality in war, does not follow their God. The King will not stand for opposition nor plottings against him. He will burn his enemies from their holes like vipers and he will secure his bloodline in his daughters' marriages. Come to court, the invitation read, come to court and forget your troubles for the Summer. _____________ The guests began arriving the first week of summer. Their beds have been made up, their chambers swept and polished, and fine food has begun to be prepared. The King has yet to arrived at his magnificent palace as he is on his way home from a small campaign against an English presence on the Western born of Vanqland. He is due to arrive at any moment. With their knights and guardians at their sides, the Princesses have been told they are welcome and encouraged to socialize, especially with the unmarried nobles who have come to seek their hands. Maximus told them long ago they were free to choose their own husbands, so long as the pool is of his parameters. A funny thing for a King to say, considering he should have been carefully manipulating alliances, but Maximus is the first of his name. He is not concerned with who his daughters marry so much as he is concerned they marry quickly. His line is not a long one and he would not see his brothers’ children on his hard won throne. The palace is decorated with sweet smelling flowers and with subtle finery here and there. Fine drapery in black and gold and deep purple, the King’s personal colors. Heavy silver and braided tapestries on the walls. There is wealth in the palace but it is careful. Maximus was a clever man and he would not be accused a tyrant by draping his home is gold and gems. There is a distinct lack of religious icons or statuettes. No gentle Mary to watch over his guests or a somber crucifixion to hang above them. Instead, incense burned and the atmosphere was cast in flickering candle light. There was a reverent mood but, to what? You are either a guest of the King or a resident of the palace. These dark, sensual airs are either commonplace or something else entirely. /////// Illia seemed at home with the strange, dark mood of the palace. She was pale as the moon and her violet-blue eyes offset the royal purple that was used in the flowers and some of the fabrics. She wore black and watched the grand room from a perch beside the throne. She had lived most of her life in this palace with Maximus’ daughters for playmates and visiting nobles as first loves. She smoothed back her dark tresses and offered a clever smile to any who looked her way. Normally she would be roaming the room to lay on charm or draw out slips of information. But tonight belonged to the Princesses as she would not distract from their beauty. Musicians began to play a fast paced dance song to encouraged couples to flock to the center of the room. Illia did not move, and instead watched.