God Is On His Knees (IC/Still Accepting)

[Hermit]

Lilith Monroe Fairway- You won't know what you've lost until you've remember just how much it meant to you.

The princess stared as both her sister and father slipped away with their 'Lovers', not that Elric was doing anything to Evelyn quite yet. Her father stopped and placed his arms around her, causing her to roll her eyes. A small grin formed onto the brunette's lips "You wish, dear father ~" She whispered back just before he left with the young lass, her hand waved slowly at Tristan as the two of them left. She hadn't seen Tristan in quite a while, so maybe the two of them should catch up once her father and Tristan were done. Now, Lilith stood there alone, becoming quite bored. A strong voice could be heard beside her, causing Hazel eyes to turn towards Arren. The question didn't surprise her, not in the slightest. "Hm.. I can get a drink myself, thank you." She smiled, her eyes twinkling. But of course, Lilith wasn't done speaking. "May you like to keep me company for just a bit?" A dance would have been nice, but due to his duty, it'd not be disturbed by her silly ignorance. Father was off, doing who knows what with Tristan- Lilith could already assume, but didn't dare go check. It'd be quite disturbing if she'd walked into something other than just the two of them.. Talking. That thought alone caused her to shudder, not ever wanting to see her father like that. "Of course, unless you don't want to put your own pleasure in front of your duties~"

Of course the girl would say something like that, she had the same blood as her father. Without realizing it, a beautiful melody came along. It was her favorite, the soothing sound always calmed her down.

Finally, the Princess's attention turned back on Arren once more. He was quite handsome, but it seemed as if he never smiled. Feet carried the small body just a few steps before finally reaching its destination- In front of Arren. Her hands reached up, fingers slowly touching the corners of the Knight's mouth. "You know, I'm sure women would love to see you smile." Her words were soft, eyes staring up at the males face. When growing up, she must admit, when Arren first had come along, she'd had the teeniest of a crush on the elder male. But of course, now that she'd matured- Just a little, she has learned that she needed to stay away from men for a little while.

Lilith had, embarrassingly, never had her first kiss. She'd never planned on it as a little girl, unlike most.

It didn't take long until the females attention moved to something else, a little fox(s) running around. Quite strange, if you'd asked her. But the thing that was much more interesting than the small animal, was that her sister was enjoying herself with Elric. "It seems she may have found the one." She murmured to herself, excitement spread across her face like wildfire. Evelyn needed a little love, not that she didn't get any from family. Elric would be the perfect match for Evey.

Only a small tint of jealousy formed in her stomach, knowing that she was just a wee bit too childish for many of the men and women here at court. She'd tried acting mature once, but that kind of failed when someone in the Village had dropped a basket of wheat on another woman out of rage. Lilith had sadly been there, and had basically fallen into a pit of laughter. It was just in her to be immature, even if sometimes it wasn't the best.

White clouds, blue skies, green trees. White clouds, blue skies, green trees.

It only took a few seconds before the bad thoughts left her mind, as she had thought of her happy place. "Hey Arren? Are you having fun?" She asks curiously, her hazel eyes gazing at the other male. Her grin, formed into a genuine smile. It was in her upmost interest to ask, due to wanting to keep herself busy, she'd try to make everyone have just a bit of fun tonight.

 

[Ko T'suno]

Tilki sighed a sigh of relief... he had made it under the table without embarrassing himself in front of Bjarke Lady Serah and their seemingly important guests. "Damn you Kali.." He hissed looking at the Fox as it sat next to Bjarke before running off. "Where are you going now.." Tilki asked himself before letting out a soft yelp as he felt a hand around his belt pulling him from under the table and lifting him into the air.. causing him to draw his dagger instinctively.. Un-tell his eyes looked up to see Ÿrd and immediately returned his dagger to it's sheath. "Isa! Have you seen Tuli, he was suppose to bring me back my.....thing from Kali..." He asked sweetly. Hoping to avoid the fact that Ÿrd had just pulled him from under a table as he guided the boy to his table.

Having a pit in his stomach he sat down beside Ÿrd with his head down. The strange feeling of being in trouble settled into his frame..Looking up as Ÿrd spoke in his :"SERIOUS TIME": Voice.
Tilki had a confused face that soon turned to a look of both disgust and terror as the story ended. "Isa!...have no eyes for Susi's sister....she reminds me of a den mother...but thanks for the mental scarification though." He spurted softly so only Ÿrd could hear him. Ÿrd might of understood for as long as Tilki had been of age he had never once done anything with a woman or anyone in matter of fact.

Looking over to Maryn who was now laughing and slamming his cup on the table. Tilki had a obviously confused blank look on his face. One that grew to a arched brow as Ÿrd reached over the table and punched the Archer, who had just been looking over his shoulder towards Bjarke..Tilki was all sort of confused did the Archer have eyes for Bjarke..the truth of what just happened slipping from him as a red fox jumped onto the bench next to Tilki and crawled onto his lap before dropping a small claw from its mouth. Which Tilki quickly attempted to hide from Ÿrd next to him. {Ah innocence..}

The world around him faded from attention as Tilki spoke to Tuli in a foreign tongue who chirped before running off. Looking up he jumped a little as Bjarke was sitting right in front of him pointing a pheasant leg him. His hand threw up in front of him. "It was Kali, I swear..I" He blurted out without thinking. Only to stop mid scentence ad Bjarke spoke to him. His head nodding softly as he looked down the hall at the foxes Tuli had found Kali and was currently bragging him by the scruff of the neck dragging the other fox across the floor as Tuli made his way back towards Tilki. Prancing as though he had just come back from slaying some monster. Looking back up to Bjarke he nodded again. "I have been training him..hes just such a...fox and that means hes going to do what he wants." He said softly as he removed his mask for the first time today. "It's ok though right, because Tuli has him." He said softly gesturing to the foxes. "Susi? Who's that Lord you were speaking too?" He asked Bjarke. As though he was already aware of the fact he should of known who the man was. But one could never expect Tilki to remember something unless it had been branded into his mind.

Translation of Tilki's words

Isa=Dad, father ect. Susi =Wolf.

 

[Duchess]

"The north is quite different. I never truly figured out what was so appealing about the south. Why would someone want to wear such ridiculous clothing?" Motioning to a few of the ladies who were gathered together, gossiping about who knows what, Elizabeth raised her glass, muttering, "To the over glorified southerners." Taking a few more sips of the wine before popping another grape in her mouth, she looked at Illia as the other woman began laughing. Had she said something funny? No, not that she could recall. She had insulted the princess and that was the intention, was she not allowed to do such a thing? Shrugging it off, she popped another grape into her mouth as she chewed slowly. Resting her hand on her hip, she asked, "Have you seen any northerners besides Elric here? I was hoping to speak to some of them about some things, but it appears none are here, including my own family."

Elizabeth's eyes scanned the room again and she almost let out a groan as she watched Elric and Evelyn go towards the dance floor. Could the princess not give up? The man loved his wife and still loves his wife! Could no one see that? They were northerners, they stuck together and didn't sink down to dancing with southern girls or men, even if said companion was of royal blood. It was needless to say it made the Duchess angry to watch, so she opted out on looking away, until...Was that who she thought it was? No. It couldn't be. The step, the everything...Why was Francis...Elizabeth's thoughts trailed off as she watched her older brother approach the eldest princess. As she watched their exchange, she could only think the worse as she saw Evelyn's look towards her.

Francis didn't know, did he?

That was the only thought on her mind as she took a step away from Illia, saying, "Will you excuse me?" Clutching her stomach as memories of her pregnancy just a few short years ago popped into her head. Tears filled her eyes as she attempted at escaping the party before someone began questioning her. She still had time to leave court before it spread like wildfire. Why would her brother do this to her? It seemed she couldn't escape and was only pushed by the nobles deeper into the party. Getting caught up in the different array of dresses on the dance floor, Elizabeth hadn't realized she had made her way to the other side of the room until she bumped into Elric, Evelyn, and Francis.

Francis wrapped a drunken arm around his sister's shoulder, planting a kiss on her cheek, "So it seems I wasn't the last to know of your child. I'm happy to see you finally got married and settled down...Unless..." Francis trailed off as he leaned down, asking, "Is it a bastard?"

Elizabeth couldn't even answer her brother as she looked to Evelyn, bowing her head in respect, "Your Grace."

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

"His name is John Clayburn, we fought once at the summer tournament. He gave me a pretty decent scar from my arm to my chest," Bjarke said dragging his finger from his left bicep to his chest, "He's a damned fine fighter, and one of the truest speaking men I've had the pleasure of loosing to. His house, the Clayburns, are distant relatives to my father's house. So we adress each other as cousins."

Bjarke dug into his food and continued to make jokes with his men over trivial things, Ÿrd had finished off two servings of pheasant and several glasses of ale. Maryn had wondered off and had begun his regular festivities at the local brothel, much to Bjarke's dismay. It helped to have Maryn by his side in council meetings. Keep him on track. But Maryn's absence gave Bjarke a grand idea.

"Tilki, I think tonight is the night you should have yourself a woman, perhaps two. Ÿrd do you think it would be wise to let Tilki have his pick of the women at the brothel?"

"Aye, It is long since time he laid with a woman," Ÿrd said wrapping his big arm around the boy and laughing in his face, "You should, every man here eats, sleeps, fights, and fucks his fill when Bjarke gives them the chance. You are the only one of us who abstains from the last. I wish for you to experience what it's like to spear a woman for the first time."

While speaking Ÿrd made motions and movements that were of a sexual nature, "Have I ever told you the story of my first woman? She was this southern girl, a beauty. Her father had come up from the south to discuss terms with Lord Clad. She was staying in Clad's keep and I saw her and she saw me, mind you this was when I was young, and my title fit my stature. Before I met Gurda and grew fat I was quite the hunk. I was ansty and I took her to bed with me one night, it was glorious. We were together like animals, every which way we could. After her father and Lord Clad made a decision she was gone the next day, never did I see her again."

Bjarke was listening to the story and chuckling alongside the men around him, "Ÿrd you're going to scare the boy with the idea of you and some southern girl going at it. Trust me Tilki, it is much more pleasurable than he is making it sound."

 

[Lady Myst]

Serah shook her head at the men with foul mouths. "You needs wives," she muttered and smiled warmly down at the little girl. "Come Little Flower, let us seek gentler company."
The men might have been rough and tumble but when the two ladies walked by, and Serah gave them a look like a disapproving mother, they clamed up long enough for them to pass by. Serah took her seat at her normal table with Amelia by her side. Johana immediately started serving them. The feast was a large one, with plenty of food and drink for all. But the men among her brother's warriors who knew Lady Serah knew that if they wanted to fight they had to take it outside. She was not above grabbing them by the ears and leading them outside herself.


She had Johana bring Amelia a plate of small cakes. "You may have them after you finish your meat," she informed the child.
Then there was a great fuss kicked up over some foxes. Growing up with Bjarke had made Serah used to wild animals in the dining room, so such things did not upset her as they would other ladies. If they caused too much trouble, she would put a stop to it. But as of yet they were harming nothing. The boy was likely embarrassed enough as it was.

--

The young man wore thick traveling clothes, showing he was from the North. He came into the great hall, ignoring the party guests. He had a mission to complete and was trained to not be distracted from his goal. A missive, the seal unbroken, was clutched in his hand.
The guards tried to bar his way, but he was adamant about seeing the king.

"I must see him quickly," the young man insisted, holding up the missive. "I have urgent news from the North that requires his attention."

The missive read :

"Your subjects in the North wish you life, prosperity and health your Grace. I am your humble servant, Hygar Lorn, steward to Lord Joral Hoster. It pains me to relay sad news. Lord Joral Hoster is dead, felled in a training accident.
As milord leaves behind no children his widow, the Lady Serah, has taken it upon herself to oversee his lands and properties. As a woman, she is not up to the task that was meant for a man. In the interest of preserving the honor of my late lord and assurance of the appropriate handling of his holdings, I request that you appoint a capable Lord to journey North and marry Lady Serah.
Long live the King

Hygar Lorn, Steward of Nacht's Reach and proud servant of the late Joral Hoster"

 

[Ko T'suno]

Hearing the recap of the Summer Tournament he nodded. "Ah, so that is who that was." He said before taking a bite of an apple he snagged from the Orchard earlier. His eyes locked on Bjarke as he listened to Bjarke talk about John and their family ties.. His respect for him was highly apparent and it was good to know that Bjarke was a man who can talk a lost with grace, as well as it might not of been so bad had he been caught earlier.

Having finished his apple Tilki reached for a pheasant leg and ripped a chunk off. As Tuli arrived dragging the limp Kali. Looking down he nodded and whispered something as he handed the chunk of meat to Tuli. "Thank you Tuli." He added before looking back up at Bjarke and Ÿrd and placing the pheasant leg on his plate, ignoring the pawing and protesting of Kali who also wanted some meat.

He reached for another fruit as Bjarke spoke again. Tilki's eyes going back to him. "Tilki, I think tonight is the night you should have yourself a woman, perhaps two. Ÿrd do you think it would be wise to let Tilki have his pick of the women at the brothel?"

"Whaa…" Was the only sound that came from him as he looked at Bjarke and blinked slowly before looking at Ÿrd. Bjarke's comment and question had taken him off guard and left him in a bit of a daze...but that was shaken out of him as soon as Ÿrd spoke and wrapped his arm around him. Looking Ÿrd in the face he chuckled softly as he reached and scratched the back of his head….

As Ÿrd spoke Tilki couldn't help but blink half absentmindedly as he questioned reality and if this was really happening or if it was some sort of dream. But normally his dreams had some sort of symbol to tell him he was dreaming…but why would he have a dream about Ÿrd telling him a story of how he gave some southern girl the business in Lord Clad...whoever that was..castle some time before he met Gurda….this dream was getting awfully uncomfortable….the last thing he wanted to hear was how Ÿrd told him he had given it to her like animals….."Tama on menossa arpi.." He whispered softly as the horrible mental image creeped its way forward and scarred his young mind causing a soft sound of protest.… as he tossed his hands into the air..."But what if this isn't a dream…" He thought to himself….

"Olkaa unelma" He said softly as he reached down and placed his hand on Ÿrd face…"It's real….." He said softly as his face turned a bright shade of red and a loud. "Miksi sanot , että!!!!!!!!!!.." Erupted from his normally quite vocals …..Looking around he found Bjarke his words just barely making it into Tilki's ears……"Truer words have never been said….. but .can we please drop the subject now that I know this is really happening and i'm not just imagining things……." He said softly as he looked down at his foxes who had laid down by his feet after Tuli had eaten and Kali had gotten tired of begging.

Translation

Tama on menossa arpi = This is going to scar || Olkaa unelma = Please be a dream.... || "Miksi sanot , että = Why do you say that....

 

[Jerelin]

Elric Massur: Duke of Pinecliff

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As he waited for a response from the King and Princess, he heard the younger voice of Princess Lilith. The Duke turned to her and smiled, bowing slightly. "Princess Lilith," Elric said politely. Now that he was closer to her, the resemblance between her and his wife was uncanny. If only she had red hair... A pang of grief rang through his body and he knew that it had flashed in his eyes, though Elric had tried his best to not show it. The corner of his lips dropped only slightly and he was pleased to hear the King speak up to distract him.

He forced a small laugh and tilted his head slightly as he offered his arm to Evelyn. "She may beg for another dance with you, Your Grace," he said with a grin, "I've been out of practice for quite a few months." Dancing had never been something that he enjoyed and he had never been talented at it. He prayed that Evelyn's toes would forgive him afterward as he led her out into the dance floor, watching as the crowded parted for their beloved Princess and some stared at the pair.

Just as they were about to begin, they were rudely interrupted by none other than a Clayburn. Francis, of course. As he began to speak, it was quite obvious that he was drunk. With a firm grasp of the man's shoulder, Elric shook his head and attempted to take control of the situation. His voice bared a tone of annoyance, but he attempted to keep it friendly. "Francis, how much have you had to drink this evening? It's quite rude to speak to your Princess with such a slur." He waved over to Tekkan for him to come escort the Clayburn away. As soon as he got his attention, Elizabeth came to their side. His heart pained for her embarrassment and it showed. He nodded his head toward her, but kept silent as Tekkan finally came to them.

"Your Highness," the Knight Commander of Pinecliff greeted with a bow to the Princess.

"Sir Tekkan, it appears that our loyal friend has had a bit much to drink. See that he is taken to his chambers for some rest," Elric commanded with a small smile and a firm squeeze on the drunk's shoulder.

The Knight nodded in response. "Yes, My Lord. I apologize, Your Grace," he said turning to Evelyn and grasping Francis's arm. "Come along, Francis. Let's get you sobered up."

 

[Hermit]

Lilith Monroe Fairway- You won't know what you've lost until you have remembered just how much it meant to you.

Lilith could see the emotion in his face, and she felt strange. It was as if his own emotions surged through her, except it wasn't the same type of pain. It was just pity. Her hand almost reached out to grasp his own, but he already left with her sister. She sighed, just a small breath leaving her mouth. Her gaze turned towards the man with the wolves, whom was quite the sight to see. She liked him already, but looks don't necessarily count right now. He would.. The farthest she could possibly be in any sort of relationship with anyone would go as high as friends, she didn't want to think of dating strangers. Plus, she wouldn't be sexually attracted to any of the men and women on here. They were all beautiful, but it wasn't her type. Elric himself, was quite the looker. But he would hopefully land a chance with Evey. The life of being a princess. Great right?. God. Sometimes she wished to just run, change identities and never come back. Lilith loved her family dearly, and nothing was wrong with her life. But stress and 'worry' and all of the secrets in her family was just a bit too much. Wait, not really. She was just being very melodramatic. Maybe tonight was just making her act this way, although she didn't really show it. "Gosh, why can't this night be over yet?" She murmured to herself, shaking her head slightly before putting on a smile. It was in fact real, her moods always changed like this.

Without knowing what to do, she wandered off into the back halls that lead to the staircases that went up to her room. Just as the stairs moved close, she stopped and just stood there. In minutes, she stepped behind the staircase and opened up the small door, barely the size of a semi-large dog. Lilith slipped through easily and crawled for a few minutes in complete darkness before a small light could be seen, easily crawling over to the source and opening up another small door. She stepped out, her feet hit the water, and then the soggy mud that was hidden below the beautiful moon-lit water.

She could have just walked out the front again, but that was.. Boring, and she didn't want boring. The night had already been quite uneventful.

The water felt nice on her bare feet as she walked around the small pond, her hands gripping the sides of her dress so she could keep it above water. Lilith was a lone wolf, not a princess. Not anymore, not in her head. aright now she was just a girl outside, getting her feet dirty and possibly the hem of her very expensive fabricated dress. "I need to find a way to have the.. Dance, become much.. More fun." Either that, or she should just slip away like how she was doing just now, then. After a little bit, she walked over to a small edge of land, plopping her butt down onto it calmly. Dirty or not. It doesn't matter. Lilith, herself, would most likely not show up for the rest of the time. Once everyone left, she would most likely sneak off to see her 'Teacher/Best Friend'.

 

[SheriffLlama]

Sir Arren Graesson


Arren laughed quietly to himself when Princess Lilith spoke, quoting the exact words he'd just uttered to the King. "Milady, it would be my honor to keep you company." He'd been around princess Lilith for almost five years now - ever since his first days of knighthood. He'd always thought her strikingly beautiful... But of course he never put his thoughts into action, for he dare not disrespect the king like so. When Princess Lilith stood in front of him, he didn't flinch or move away when she touched his face.

"You know, I'm sure women would love to see you smile."

To satiate her comment, he brought his lips apart and formed a small smile. "Is my smile satisfactory, your highness?" He asked, laughing very slightly.

"Hey Arren? Are you having fun?"

The Knight bowed his head, nodding in reply. "I cannot and shan't complain, it is a lovely evening." He said. His attention was drawn from the princess to the guards as they held back a young man dressed in warm travel clothes. He shouted his business like it was of he utmost emergency.

"Release him!" Arren commanded, drawing his blade. Eyes of the guests had set on them, but Arren cared little. "State your business again." He instructed. The messenger repeated his intentions, and Arren's eyes darted over him, scanning for signs of fallacies. When he saw that it was no jest, he held out his hand, beckoning the messenger to give him the note. He inspected it quickly, making sure to touch it with his bare hands. If it were enchanted, it would've most likely reacted to his touch. If the parchment were poisoned, his skin would sear, and he'd most likely lose his life. Of course, the messenger would be executed immediately for an assassination attempt.

When the letter proved to be real, Arren nodded. "My apologies, but you will understand our caution." He glanced around at the onlookers. "We apologize for the interruptions, your graces." He gripped the messenger boy firmly by the arm and pulled him aside. "His Majesty the King shall return momentarily and you shall be given audience."

When Arren looked over to the throne, he swore silently. Princess Lilith had run off...

 

[Jerelin]

Rolfe Endoril

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He hated meetings. Despised them, if he was being completely honest. His place was within Pinecliff. Not Nacht's Reach, which he was sure was slowly falling to the ground. Letting a woman be in charge of the most important location of the North? Preposterous. 'If it had been up to me, Elric would be in charge of that place. Not the Clads. It is a Massur's duty to take care of the North,' the man thought bitterly as his horse, StormChaser galloped alongside several of the Pinecliff guards.

They would be arriving soon, and then what? Sit around the table while that large animal, Bjarke, drank himself into an early grave? Even the thought of the man's smell made Rolfe's stomach turn. Disgusting. He smelled of booze, dirt, and sex. The combination was damn right revolting. Still, this meeting was of utmost importance, according to Elric and it was for Elric that Rolfe was going to put up with the fools and represent his lord as best as he could.

"We're here, Sir! I'll be taking our horses to the stables. You can walk the rest of the way with Ser Jakob and Ser Wyot. They can accompany you into the-"

"No need," Rolfe said, jumping off his horse and giving the mare a pat on its neck and took off toward the main castle, leaving the men he had come with to figure things out for themselves. He took the steps in twos, and as the guards opened the main doors, he slipped out of his large jacket and folded it across his arm. His strides were long and quick and before long he was in the dining room. No directions were needed. He had been to this castle many times and followed the sounds of voices to figure out where the crowd was.

Inside he bowed, and made his way to the table where he sat. "Evening, Lords and Ladies. Let's get this over with, shall we?" The look on his face was one of boredom and he looked around the table. Bjarke had brought in all of his filthy animals. If only Elric were here to see it. Rolfe resisted the urge to arch his lip into a sneer.

​

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Bjarke watched as a man in clothes of the high born of Pinecliff walked into the dining hall and bowed to the lord John Clayburn and then to his sister Lady Serah. Bjarke stood and picked up a tablecloth and wiped off his hands and mouth. He grabbed a glass of ale and downed it then pointed a finger at Tilki.

"That settles it then!" Bjarke said with a smile, "Tonight you loose your virtue to one of the whores of the Nacht's Reach brothel!"

Bjarke walked over to the newly arrived Lord Rolfe Endoril. He looked over the man and recalled a tale from his childhood, one about a wizard who loved another wizards wife or some such, this man reminded him of the bitter wizard. Bjarke looked at the man and gestured to the food in front of him.

"Please feel free to indulge yourself, when you finish we will all meet in the council room. I believe its in the North tower?" Bjarke said cheekily looking towards his sister to confirm, "Anyway once you finish your meal we'll be happy to convene the meeting."

Bjarke did a half bow and walked towards Ÿrd, he cuffed the big man on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow. Ÿrd pushed himself away from the table and squeezed out of his seat, he patted Tilki on the head and told him to stay while the men spoke for their respective houses. Bjarke and Ÿrd walked up to the council chamber and Bjarke took his seat under House Clad's banner with Ÿrd standing by his side. The two carried a casual conversation about Tilki and spoke some about Serah's deceased husband, mostly concerned with the lack of winter.

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

Maximus listened intently while the boy spoke. He was fully aware of his nimble little fingers in the meantime but he processed what he said. He'd always called Tristan's father a friend, the man had been very helpful in ensuring his succession, and his affairs interested him greatly. And that damned Bishop, a friend of his atrocious brother, always seemed to cause trouble for the forest people. The bitter old man couldn't have ever been there, he'd be too busy trying to fuck them all with his withered old cock if he had. He glanced, noting his armor was now neatly on its stand. He stripped from his tunic and crossed the room to the basin Illia had prepared for him. Tristan would get a good look at the strange scars on his back, two long perfectly symmetrical scars that each measured at four or five inches on either side of his spine. Very strange indeed. He had plenty of other scars, from the rather famous one across his throat to dozens of old stab wounds and slashes and even a few burns around his forearms.

He washed quickly, glancing over his shoulder to address what Tristan mentioned. "If that Bishop ever shows his face in my land or yours, I don't think he'll ever make it back to Italy." He smiled and turned back to slick his hair to the side while it was damp. He turned to his clothes, neatly laid out on the bed, then looked back at Tristan. They had time, surely. He wouldn't be expected back immediately… He moved like a snake and took the youth around his waist. He nuzzled against his cheek, then lazily brushed his lips over his jaw and throat. "Maybe I'll give you that old bastard's jewels as a gift. You can give them to your future wife." He pressed his mouth to Tristan's beautiful, full lips and moved to guide him towards the bed when a frantic knocking reached his ears.

He exhaled hotly and released the boy. "What?" "A missive from the North, Your Highness!" The King fought the urge to dismiss this servant. The hunger was great in him after weeks away at battle but a missive meant more than an announcement of birth or wedding requesting his blessing. "My apologies Tristan. Please return to the party, have a drink for me." He turned and dressed quickly, buttoning his tunic and donning his more casual crown, a subtle circlet really. He strode and opened the door so Tristan could go. He looked at the servant. "Bring it and its carrier to the drawing room." He strode down the hall and waited. Before he could take more than a few sips of his wine the Northerner appeared. "Let's see what so desperately requires my attention." He took the missive and opened it quickly, removing its contents.

His dark eyes flicked over it swiftly. He scowled realizing that the Serah this letter referred to was none other than the sister of that Bjarke that so often caused his advisors fit of anxiety. Maximus rubbed his brow with his fingers and stared at the wall in thought. He'd made moves for more equality for women, but the North was a different animal. Things were still settled with blood and combat there and it wouldn't be fair to Serah to leave her there without some manner of protection from someone outside her brother. And…He sipped his drink. Perhaps this more an opportunity than burden. He glanced at his servant. "Put this man in a room for the night, I will need a few nights to think this over. And send for Elric. I need a Northerner's eye on this."

The servant bowed and scurried away with the Northern messenger with him. Maximus nursed his wine and stared into the hot coals of the fire. He'd have to play his hand very, very carefully.

 

[GoodEveningClarice]

Evelyn glanced over at Elric when he spoke, pointing out that Francis was drunk and shouldn't be talking that way. Obviously! She held her wine glass in both hands, having removed her hand from Elric's arm at some point, and stared at Tekkan approaching. What was she supposed to do with this information? Tell her father, obviously, but she knew very well that Northerners responded to gossip like they did everything else, with whatever weapon they could reach and a lot of screaming. She was formulating her plan when Elizabeth wandered into them, red in the face and looking close to tears. She pursed her lips and threw a dirty look at Francis. North and South aside, as a fellow woman it just seemed…uncouth to shame his sister that way. And on he want! Elizabeth was clearly unmarried, she wouldn't have been on her own at court if that were the case. She ignored Elizabeth's greeting and gave Francis a hard look. "The Duke is correct, you have drank and spoken far too much." Francis was plenty handsome, and obviously some sort of wild man to speak so...honestly. She tried to ignore the way her eyes wanted to wander his handsome face and long hair but a servant came 'business-walking' over to them. He bowed low.

"Your grace, Lord and Lady Clayburn, Sir Tekkan-" Evelyn gave him a look and the man wilted slightly, forgoing the rest of the titles. "Duke Massur, the King requests your presence in the drawing room." The man's drawn face suggested 'immediately'. Evelyn kept her composure. Of course nothing would be so easy as a dance. She smiled at the Duke. "Please, go to my father. We will have our dance and many more over the course of the Summer." She dipped her head and returned her attention to the Clayburns. Oh, nothing was simple.

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[Ko T'suno]

Tilki continued to vocalise his discomfort with the subject being so openly discussed as he turned his head to follow Bjarke's eyes as a man walk into the hall, up its length in long strides that to Tilki made the man look like he was stalking like a feline to the head table. Upon reaching it he bowed to Bjarkes relatives. Tilki had seen this man before but had never been formally introduced to him. Yet he at least knew the man was the Emissary of Pinecliff, just look at his clothing and how he walked in them. "Itserakas..
…A cat in a den of Wolves and Bears….…" He whispered almost cryptically to himself...

The sudden movement of Bjarke standing caused Tilki to look back at Bjarke as he pointed his finger at the young man. His declaration of Tilki losing his virtue tonight was more then enough for the Tilki's face to be be as red as his hair. "Feels like I have no choice…" He said with a soft sigh as he watched Bjarke as he left and greeted with the man from Pinecliff..

Bjarke's soft half bow and his return had Tilki looking up at the two of them as Yrd got up from his seat he caused both Tuli and Kali to wake up from their soft slumber with a soft yawn from the two of them.. Yrd's hand on his head helped to ease his unease..as well as caused him to smile warmly, He nodded back to Yrd when he told him to stay, the two of them both knowing that Tilki would escape the hall the first moment he could….off to do whatever it is he did when the ""ADULTS"" were talking….

His bare feet made hardly a sound as he slowly crept along a wall...his eyes a bright silver under the black of his fox mask, looking for the movements of others as he moved....

Itserakas.== Pridefull

 

[Ko T'suno]

Tristan continued expressing his disdain for the Bishop as well as the current affairs in his lands over all they were doing fine. Given everything considered, they had kept their enemies out of their homes for another year. But how long would it be until their enemies busted in the doors and locked them in..how long before he himself faced the pain of the Inquisition...The thought caused a soft heat of anger and concern flood through his head, reflecting effortlessly on his face.
Looking over he indeed had clear sight over the King's bare frame, the scars had always been an intriguing part of the King's frame...so many question about the twin scars on his spine to some of the other more. Strange was how the scars reminded him of the stories about the Fallen who had had their wings ripped out when they fell to earth…
Snapping out his thought about the Fallen he listened as the King spoke. "If that Bishop ever shows his face in my land or yours, I don't think he'll ever make it back to Italy." The thought made Tristan smile as he turned around. "Wouldn't that be nice…" He asked in a rather mischievous tone as he looked at the King as he wrapped him in his arms. Tristan instinctively wrapping his arms up around the King's neck he pressed himself into the older male. As he brushed his lips over his jaw and throat. "Maybe I'll give you that old bastard's jewels as a gift. You can give them to your future wife."
"That would be lovel…" He started before his words were cut off by the Kings pressing his experienced lips against his. It was nice to see Maximus hadn't lost his fire during the last winter..Tristan thought to himself before a knocking slapped the moment away…."Who in the hells…" He whispered softly as he looked to the King as he let him go...this servant surely knew how to kill a vibe… "A Missive….must be important…" He exhaled gently as he straightened out his attire.
"My apologies Tristan. Please return to the party, have a drink for me."
"No fret...I understand, duty calls….just don't forget me out there.." He teased as he walked out of the room. His eyes looking to the servant only once just to remember his face for future events….

Walking back into the grand hall he found his eyes scanning the room for people he could go speak to that were not so busy….he could go speak to the King's Knights...see how they fared over the last winter…"Sir Arren…!!!" He called out as he saw the man. "How are you??!!" He asked his arms outstretched as though asking for a hug from the Knight. A charming smile on his face.

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[Duchess]

Amelia grinned, reaching for one of the cakes, but was disappointed when Serah told her to finish her meat first. Looking around at all the men, she frowned as she, "Why do they act this way? They don't act this way back home." The young girl didn't mean it in a offensive way, but she had never seen her father or any of her uncles and cousins act this way. Sure at times her father had the voice of a sailor, but it was weird hearing such foul words from every mouth in the dining hall. Looking up at Serah, she continued on with her questions, asking, "Is it true your prince returned to the Gods?" Amelia didn't understand yet that most men and women were arranged into marriage for political and financial gain, so she believed that Serah had had a whirlwind romance with Joral. Sure it was a story her father had fabricated one day on a whim, but it kept the young girl safe.

John sat down at the table, across from Serah and Amelia, shaking his head at his daughter's question, "Excuse her, Lady Clad. She must learn to not ask such personal questions." Amelia huffed, rolling her eyes at her father. John sighed as he lightly scolded her for the eye rolling before calling one of the guards over to take her to her room once she was finished with her meal. His young daughter glared at him as he gave instructions to the guard. She hated being treated like a young girl, not understanding that she still was.

Looking over at Serah, John smiled as he said, "You look very lovely tonight. I don't believe I had a chance to tell you earlier. I hope I'm not overstepping any boundaries. I wouldn't want to wake up to Bjarke trying to kill me."

When the representative from Pinecliff arrived, well John couldn't have been more surprised. He was surprised to see Rolfe there, but he didn't speak too much on it. He just simply nodded his head in respect towards the man. The Clayburns and Massurs had always had a good relationship, almost being the middle man between the Clads and Massurs. Sighing, he stood, saying, "Excuse me. I should go speak with Rolfe."

Walking over to Rolfe, he held out his hand, "It's good to see you."

 

[VengefulPeanut]

Robert Bowman, Orange

"No need to apologize, good sir. Your name is.. Robert right? I should be the one apologizing for my own actions that got you into trouble," the princess Lillith spoke softly. It came as a shock to Robert who was fully expecting some form of harsher reprimand, however, he should have to come to expect the well-natured gesture from her. She wasn't like the other members of the royal family, he had noticed. She didn't have the same rigid commitment to airs and tradition. To put it bluntly, she was less of a snob than many in the room. Lifting him from his bowed posture, she laid a gentle kiss upon his forehead causing a surprised gasp to escape his lips and his cheeks to go crimson.

"M'lady," he said respectfully, awaiting her to decide her next move. Unsurprisingly, being the free spirit that she was, she delivered a gentle goodbye before disappearing once more into the crowd. Robert clasped his hand to his face and dragged it downwards, almost as if trying to pull the stress of the whole event from his skin. However, as fleeting as the moment of rest was he still had a duty to fulfill. He made his way swiftly to the throne to anticipate the King's arrival just as Aleifr had told him to do. Nothing was worth getting into further trouble over. It wasn't long after he had positioned himself next to the steps that led to the throne that the grand announcement was heard, opposite Knight Arren.

"Announcing King Maximus Fairway, Lord of House Fairway, Sovereign of all of Vanquland, First of His Name!"
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Finally, Robert thought relievedly to himself as the King strolled into the room, pulling his mount along with him. Robert smiled slightly at the breaking of tension, the absurdity of the horse strolling through the room with as much pride as the nobles who scurried to avoid it being as good enough sign that the King was completely unharmed. When Maximus approached, Robert bowed his head and offered his respect in perfect synchronization with his fellow knight, both of them swiftly turning their attentions back to the crowd. As the king positioned himself by the throne, he delivered a rousing speech to the audience which seemed to please the growingly restless nobles to some degree. Once the occasion passed, however, they all swiftly returned to mingling amongst each other and tirelessly searching for places to exert their dominance over one another.

The party continued for sometime with little to no extravagantly worrying circumstances. A fact that led to Robert's strength waning slightly as he fought to maintain comprised and focus. It was hard to remain vigilant for all of that time and he had to pull on all of his discipline to maintain his composure. Soon, however, a saving grace in the form of Evelyn appeared, Robert's last unchecked worry for the night. She paid visit to her sister first who was on the floor playing with a small boy. While the elder princess masterfully maintained a smile throughout scolding her sister, Robert could see right through the pleasant facade. In the time that he had been protecting the family he had learned to see through all of their subtle smokescreens and tricks they used to maintain their brittle pride. Before long, Evelyn approached the throne and doted upon her father for a while. All of that changed when the Duke Elric Massur approached, however, offering the princess to dance. Robert had watched the duke previously in the night. He had wandered around with his bodyguard and didn't really seem as if he wanted to be there as much as the other nobles who scurried like dogs to perform their ceremonies of bootlicking. In a way, Robert had to appreciate that so as the Duke approached Robert allowed him to continue without questioning, though he maintained a subtle eye on him.

As their exchanges progressed, the duke took Evelyn to the floor and the King took Tristan to, what Robert assumed would be, bed. The king had... salacious tendencies and his tastes were not restricted by gender or much else really. So, once more, with no particular tasks at hand, Robert resumed his endless watch. Paying special heed to Evelyn and Lillith should they need help. There were, once again, no particular extremities. There was a small, hidden scuffle between Evelyn's party and one of the Clayburn's but it seemed the man of Pinefell's bodyguard was as swift as he was loyal, the troublemaker being escorted away in the blink of an eye. However, a more interesting development was the flirting occurring between the younger princess and Arren. You sly dog, he thought to himself as he saw Lillith play with his lips. Resisting the urge to move over and tease his fellow Knight, he simply settled for extracting the gossip at a later date. Robert hadn't realised how much his time in court had changed him but before he could ponder it too long a commotion at the door saw Arren swiftly departing from princess' company, his sword drawn. Robert fell into formation with his fellow knight, though he chose to keep his blade in its sheath. As it was, it turned out to be a messenger and as Arren investigated the letter the intensity of the situation fell flat once more.

"What's the matter, Arren? Something putting you on edge?" Robert asked teasingly, nodding his head in the direction of the messenger. Before Arren could respond, Tristan had returned to the hall and with no considerable limp to Robert's surprise. The young man called out to Arren and threw his arms out in a greeting gesture. "Duke Tristan, I hope you are enjoying the festivities," Robert greeted warmly, placing his right hand to his heart and bowing his head.
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[Duchess]

Elizabeth looked to Elric, asking, "May I speak with you after your meeting with the king? You're the only other northerner here...So I'd like to explain things." Looking at Sir Tekkan who was beginning to lead Francis away, she quickly stopped him, saying, "I can do it. He's my brother, but I'd appreciate your assistance." Elizabeth wasn't sure what to say to the princess, so she just gave her a look of regret before beginning to lead Francis away who was still speaking in drunken slurs. It was easy to tell she was embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to get out of there. She wasn't sure how much more she could take and wanted to return to her home before anyone else at court found out of her child. She trusted that Evelyn and Elric wouldn't go running their mouths, but she could never be so sure of who she could trust and who she couldn't. Looking around for Illia, she wanted someone to speak with, but when she couldn't find the woman, she opted on continuing on her long journey back to her chambers.

"You know, Elizabeth, tears on a woman have never been attractive. Also, since when do you use the crest when sending me letters? One last thing then you may speak, you need a new page. I intercepted him just a mile or so down the road and he just handed me the letter like it was nothing." Leaning against one of the pillars on the edge of the ballroom, Charlie stood with a young boy on his hip.

Francis stumbled a bit as Elizabeth stopped walking. Looking down at his sister, he asked, "Why are we stopping?" Turning his attention to the sound of Charlie's voice, his lips turned into a grin as he all but shouted, "Our cousin has a child! Elizabeth! This is wonderful!"

"Found yourself drunken once again cousin? Why not wait for me to join in on the fun?" Flashing a small smile, he set the squirming toddler onto the floor. The child had curly hair and dark eyes, clearly taking after his mother's side of the family. It was also questionable if he took anything from his father at all. Bellamy ran towards his mother and she met him with open arms, picking him up and pulling him to her chest. Elizabeth finally let the tears fall and didn't think of the judgement she could receive from their small reunion.

Francis' mouth fell open as he looked back at Sir Tekkan, stating, "I think that's my nephew." Bringing his index finger up to his lips to symbolize to be quiet, he stated, "You must tell no one, unless you already knew, then tell everyone."

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Rikhen was patrolling the edges of the festivities and had migrated to where there was some refreshment. He took a few glasses of wine for himself then left the glasses at the table. He listened to the music and watched as the lords and ladies danced with grace, moves he had never mastered were displayed on the floor and he smirked watching them. He saw a few of the younger guests getting excitable and touchy and didnt bother to involve himself. He snagged a sweet pie off a table and munched on it as he walked on the outskirts of the dancing. His armor jingled and he rested in his hand on his sword.

Rikhen walked to find another Kings Knight and saw Arren being approached by the King's 'Nephew', Rikhen watched as Tristan opened his arms to hug Arren. Rikhen chuckled and began making his way through the party towards Arren in order to adress him. He walked through the crowd and spotted Robert moving to Arren's side. Rikhen chuckled and walked over to them, he nodded to his fellow Kings Guard and smiled.

"Hello brothers," He said in a casually formal tone, "And hello to you Duke Tristan, it is a pleasure to see you here."

Rikhen smiled towards the young Duke and make no comment on the fact that he and the king had almost gone to bed together, even though the two were practically related. Or at least that had been what Rikhen had been told. It was strange to Rikhen that any man would like another man, he himself was a celibate but only so that he could uphold his vows until death without falter. He didnt dislike anyone for their preference. But it made it no less confusing when a young man and an older man who adressed one another as nephew and uncle almost went into the same bed.

 

[Hermit]

Lilith Monroe Fairway- "I am young, yes, but what I have learned is that love, the beauty of it, the joy of it, and yes, even the pain of it, is the most incredible gift to give and to receive as a human being. And we deserve to experience love fully, equally, without shame and without compromise."

The girl herself, had been quite happy that she'd made the older man smile. He looked like a child, and it was quite adorable. Hopefully with that small smile Arren had mustered, would allow women to begin to see him as the lovely man he was instead of some.. Very ruthless knight, although he may actually be. For the past five years, she had watched he, and others train and go to wars. Lilith had never physically seen Arren fight, so she couldn't quite judge his movements until been given the sight.

A soft sigh escaped as she finally pulled her feet out of the now below Zero water, standing up and her feet carried her towards the small passageway. Opening it, she crawled through, closing it as quickly as possible before crawling back to the inside of the 'Castle'. She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom, shutting the door and slipping out of her dress. She changed into a nice, black silk dress that went all the way down to her feet. Her hair, since now messed up, was pulled out of the once lovely bun. Her hair fell, cascading down to just below her shoulders. Lilith quickly grabbed a brush, combing it so it didn't look matted nor dirty anymore. Due to the dress not covering her feet, she reluctantly slipped on some comfortable shoes before quickly opening the door, almost breaking it off its hinges as she does so- And ran back down the stairs and into the main hall where everyone was dancing. She slipped inside and smiled to herself, walking over to the men playing the instruments, telling them to play something a bit fast and loud. They followed her 'Orders' and played some quickly paced, loud song. She moved to the beat, her hips swaying and her feet tapping on the floor. She didn't need a partner for this song, as she just danced happily. Any problem that involved others hadn't been noticed by her as getting lost within the music. The time seemed to go on quickly, as the song finished its last beat.

Merely seconds later, she saw Tristan hugging Arren, and that caused her to smile warmly. Without a second though, her feet carried her over to the two men. Robert came by only seconds later, and she waved at him. Robert was then quickly followed by Rikhen, a man she didn't know all to well, besides his name. "Hello Tristan, Robert, Rikhen, and Arren~." She spoke happily, looking up at all of their faces.

Once realizing just how short she was, she frowned a bit. But alas, a thought came to mind, causing a devilish smirk to cascade itself onto her soft lips. She walked over to Tristan, her hands reaching up to his shoulder, standing up on her Toes as she did so. Her hands curled, and she pulled herself up. Lilith's legs wrapped around the mans waist as she had her back straightened. "Ha! I'm taller than all of you" She giggled, smiling triumphantly as if she were to win a prize. Of course, she didn't stay on the man's back for very long, having not wanted to make him uncomfortable or anything.

Once back on the ground, she decided to walk away and find something else to do to keep her busy. Her feet moved her over to the man handing out drinks, taking on and taking a sip happily.