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 Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 8:11 am
 ☆Contents☆
☆Credits☆
Naedira Illesande Riley - Selena Lucania
Altonair Wood - Aeon-of-Eclipse
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 3:08 am
  Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Veritas' Study -- Currently: Hell hath no fury like Humility? ~*
The prince nodded slightly at the old God, initially offering no words of of thanks to him. Though, a quick look at Naedira, his betrothed, seemed to soften his expression for a slight moment. He then looked back at Veritas. "Thank you." he finally said, nodding again, then turning around so he could leave. Oh, right. That damned four-foot-radius spell. He and Naedira wouldn't really be able to part ways for quite some time.
He sighed to himself, head lowering as well as his gaze. A dark eye shifted to Naedira's form, narrowed in weariness. Well, these two were bound together for another few hours or so. Great. They could survive each other down in the catacombs where survival was stressed. Up here, in Veritas' castle hallways and interior, what would they do?
Altonair didn't dislike Naedira at all. In fact, he still felt that he owed more to her, considering how many times she protected their group. It simply the fact that they didn't really know each other that well that bothered him. At least with Melody, he was given some time away from her to gauge her from afar. With Naedira, he had been in close proximity to her since their forced arrangement earlier in the day. To be honest, Naedira and Altonair spent more time together than he and Melody of Justice ever did when they were engaged. He didn't know if that was bad or good. He didn't want to try to figure that out either.
"....any place you wish to go, Lady Naedira?" he asked quietly to her, turning his head slightly to her now. He wasn't going to bring up the subject of his wish and what he wished for. If he did, then she would inquire why he didn't ask for their engagement to be ended. And when she did, he would not be able to give her an answer. Why? Because he would not be able to give her a satisfactory one. Yes, he could say that his love for his family drove him to make his wish. But that wouldn't completely answer her. Plus, it would paint him in a selfish light, as he didn't consider her feelings on the wish before he made it. Then again, it was his wish, not theirs. Of course, without her help, he wouldn't have even made it out of the Catacombs alive. Along with Evony.
Oh, there really wasn't a good way to look at this at the moment. For now, he would avoid talking about his wish and just...spend time with Naedira. Yes, like he had a choice. Then again, it would serve to help strengthen their opinions of each other, as well as understanding. Though, Altonair was somewhat convinced that Naedira loathed him at the moment. He couldn't blame her if she did: the only opportunity to end their engagement, and he didn't take it. Of course she would be upset.
Oh, now that he got a better look at her...she seemed rather worn out and tired still. 
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:44 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Leaving Veritas Quarters   Naedira was dazed, feeling a little sick to her stomach at being transported with someone elses magic. Normally her own provided a buffer between the two forces… But she was so low, that simply being near to Veritas’ made her skin feel raw…The young woman stayed silent, head faintly inclined as Altonair spoke with the insane God King. That, and it wasn’t her place to speak up… She was just glad to be free of the tomb he’d been slowly creating for them. She could feel slowly drying blood making her gown stick to her… The rusty scent going to straight to her head. It made her dizzy.
But then again, it could have simply been the blood loss all on its own making her dizzy… She really wasn’t sure. She could feel Altonair glancing towards her every now and again… But still her eyes kept low, demure. Why? Because if the Lord Veritas decided to set them upon any further tests because she was insubordinate, she wouldn’t be any use to her husband to be—Other than something to weight him down. She was tired… So tired, and wished to be clean from blood, grass, and god only knows what else as soon as possible.
She didn’t want to think about what Altonair had just wished for… Either she was so insignificant, that he wouldn’t notice her presence for the rest of his life… Or three days with his brother, was worth an eternity of being bound to a Princess of Humility. She wasn’t sure what she had done to offend this Prince of Envy so thoroughly… But the auburn haired woman wasn’t even sure how to begin figuring it out. Her hazel eyes were still…Haunted by what she had seen in the Nightmare Maze, though she tried not to let it bother her. She would never allow such a thing to come to pass.
“I wish to change out of these clothes, my Prince.”, she murmured softly, her eyes sweeping up his form—Eyes locking with sincerity. She could -not- stay for another -two- hours, or more, weighed down by her own blood. Could not stand feeling it dry and cake to her face… To feel it crack, was most unpleasant. She would have blushed, had she the blood flow to do so, realizing her brazenness. “We do have four feet…We can make something work, and have a servant stand by for propriety’s sake… I’d settle for the time being, changing and being able to clean up at a basin…”
“But I’ve never wanted to bathe more, in my entire life…”, she admitted, again feeling foolish for her vanity. She was a Princess, yes, but she tried not to act like one that fussed over silly things…Especially those that cried, when they didn’t get their way. She was of Humility, and she was strong of will, body, and heart… But this day had taken her to her wits end and back. Hopefully, Altonair could forgive her this moment of weakness.
“That… And… I do not wish my brother to see me like this. He…”, Naedira trailed off, her lips pursing as she looked away… Trying not to speak ill of anyone… Or anything that could be taken as ill. She loved her brother completely… But he would lose any sense of Princely dignity, to see her saturated in her own blood. He barely liked watching her move a sword from one table to the next... Let alone, to have to fight for her life, and those around her.
Her attitude did not suggest that she loathed him at all… Merely that she was being careful of him. She didn’t know how he felt about the things she had done in the Catacombs, or how he really felt about Humility. Especially, how he felt about being betrothed to a child of one of the poorer kingdoms. Things were different topside… Women were demure and lilting, perfect unblemished little princesses and future-queens… Aside from the occasional outburst. Naedira was well bred, graceful, and though she was tired, exhausted, it showed in her every motion as her head inclined to him respectfully.
“If you would like to do the same, we can take turns… Then we can find somewhere to… Talk. Perhaps over tea.”, she suggested gently, her hand raising to softly fall on his elbow as it had many times before that day. There was nothing like near death experiences that drew individuals together… But this was simply an act of respect. The man led, the woman followed, unless otherwise told—At least, that was her understanding. “If my Lord enjoys things, as interesting talk and sweet tea.”  
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:19 am
Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: Castle hallways -- Currently: Getting reacquainted ~*
Naedira's words had a slight effect on him: a raised eyebrow and a mental laugh made him appreciate the accidental brazenness of her desire to change clothing. Well, that was one way to help dissipate the uncomfortable air that hung in the atmosphere. "Ah, not to worry. I too wish to change into something more presentable. Red doesn't suit me too well, in my opinion." he assured her, trying to make the atmosphere a bit more comfortable for the both of them. He had to thank his quick mind for preventing a blush from appearing across his head, as his mind did have a tendency to race at the slightest thought. It certainly did help that he could think on his feet.
Though, she did present an interesting puzzle to them: if she was to change into other clothing, as he did, how would they get about doing so? Sure, he could simply look away while she dressed, but they both probably knew that it would still be quite the uncomfortable situation for the both of them. On top of that, both wanted a bath to clean off any dirt, sweat, and blood that lingered on them (Altonair in particular wished for those blood stains on his neck to be removed and his still ashen face to be wiped clean).
Well, there was a solution to their bath problem...but he didn't think that a Princess of Humility would dare to take a bath WITH another man. Especially if the two had known each other for little more than a few hours. The area they would occupy would not be a modest one, and would open up doors that they may not wanted opened. He chuckled at his flirtatious thought, already imagining himself being slapped by an upset Naedira. Hell, I'd probably deserve it too. Ah well, can't blame an elf for succumbing to his more amusing imaginations. came his amused thought, a slight hesitation to make eye contact with Naedira present for just a flicker. However, his hesitation quickly washed away and he eventually looked to her eyes for his reply.
"Taking turns will probably be the best way, unless there was a way we could hang a sheet or something between us so we wouldn't be able to see each other. Either way is fine, though I'll probably lean towards taking turns since it was your idea." His opinion on the matter was with reason of course: it was much more honorable and respectful this way. He wasn't completely familiar with Humility's customs, but he might as well play it safe until he has an idea of what they are. The last thing he needed was for the woman that saved his skin a number of times insulted over his ignorance.
Then, he thought about something: where exactly would they go to change and freshen up? They both slept and kept their belongings in separate rooms. How would this work out? And where would they change exactly? Since he was leading her (as her hand on his elbow indicated), it seemed like it was up to him. Well, as a true gentleman, he would allow her to be the first to freshen up first. He could stand to be a little more untidy for a little while longer while she cleaned up. It was only fair.
"Oh, it may surprise you to know that I enjoy tea and talk. My dear baby sister, Evony, simply adores serving sweet tea and chatting amongst the green gardens of Envy. You need not worry about that suggestion, my Lady." he informed her, head tilted slightly towards her as a smile tugged at the edge of his mouth. He silently reminisced about the past conversations with Evony back home, hidden amongst the shrubbery and petals. The topics that the two had discussed had ranged from Evony's outlandish stories she heard from her floral friends, to his own stories of wonder that he had been enticed to create to entertain his baby sister.
Then, remembering that he was to lead Naedira to her room to change, blinked out of his memories and asked her, "By the way, I must ask: where is your quarters here in this castle? I'm embarrassed to say that I can't find my way around this castle myself all that well, much less locate the room which possess a set of spare clothes for my Lady." He thought it silly, that he had still not gotten a good enough layout of the castle grounds to be able to go to a general area. He blamed it on Veritas: the castle seemed to...change. Like how hallways seemed to switch entrances, stairways connecting to other destinations, and landmarks moving around. At least, that's what it seemed like to him. For all he knew, he could probably just be horrible at exploring. Sadly, this was the most likely answer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 2:11 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Leaving Veritas Quarters
He did succeed in easing some of embarrassment… And she was grateful for that. What princess wouldn’t be? She looked more like a street urchin than a royal at any rate… That he still regarded her with any ounce of respect, or dignity, was a miracle. If she wasn’t so low on magic she could have cleaned them both up nicely, and repaired the damages to their clothing with a mere thought… But she was too drained to even think of it. Anymore that she pushed herself, she was willing to bet she would be unconscious even before the spell took effect. Then not only would she be caked in drying blood… But she would be out cold as well, for who knew how long.
He was indeed correct in the thought that the Princess of Humility would not be bathing with any man. Husband to be or not—There was no ring, no marriage contract binding them together—No church bells, no priest… So the Prince of Envy would be extremely lucky to see a glimpse of her kneecap, let alone much else. The art of being a Princess was fine and complicated in her Kingdom. Wearing too much stated she was readying herself for the Holy Halls…Wearing too little branded her a trollop—Both may, or may not bring shame or troubles to her fathers house. It also made her suitable, or unsuitable for other kingdoms…
Sometimes, she wished she were a peasant… In this case, she would gladly accept being tossed in the lake. Anything was better than feeling your own blood dry on your person.
“I appreciate your understanding, Prince Altonair…Though for my sanity, we shall need something more than a sheet.”, and she did. There were others who would have assumed their betrothal by the insane God was a contract… And if there were a contract, she was his to do with what he willed. But had Veritas already changed his mind on several pairings more than once? She was unsure if they were anything more to the man than pawns in a play of his own scripting. He cared not for their emotional distress. Only what amusement they could provide him with.
It would be hard for him to actually insult the princess… Her temperament was lilting, and though she would stay with her customs… She would not begrudge him one wrong word. The living were fallible… It would be against the divine song, not to forgive, where forgiveness was due for an innocent sleight.
“It is good not to worry about something this day…I feel as if my nerves, might be frayed for a little while.”, Naedira admitted softly, her voice contrite—Apologetic ahead of time if her mood was erratic for their time around one another. She paused, as he asked where her rooms were… Such a question was not something her father would have appreciated her answering… But considering the context and circumstances, she merely smiled softly and stepped forward—Taking his admission of not knowing, the opportunity to lead the way. “A compromise… I’ll lead the way to my quarters… You lead to yours… And hopefully we’ll run into a servant on the way.”
They must have looked…Ghastly, walking down the hall as any normal royal pair would do, her hand in the crook of his arm—Simply resting delicately. Though they were a horrific, black macabre display of their usual pristine countenances.
They made it to her quarters without incident—The door opened of it’s own accord as she lay her hand upon the wood. What once had been living, seemed to glow a pale gold color as it recognized her signature and permitted her entry. It was a ward she had set on her own door, and Ryan’s once she heard that the killings had carried to this castle…The door could be broken down… But it wouldn’t open for anyone that she didn’t permit entry. There was a servant down the hall that was coming towards them… “Miss… If you aren’t terribly busy, I require your assistance…”
The servants eyes widened at the state of the two royals… And she bowed her head, concern etched her tone… “A thousand pardons, are you injured highness—Majesty?”
“We are fine… We just participated in a… game, courtesy of the Lord of this castle… And we are still very bound together by magic from the event. We wish to… change, but I can’t move more than four or so feet from the Prince of Envy. Nor him from me, until the magic fades. Will you act as witness for us, for chastity’s sake? We will also need a bath where the facility’s run along the inner wall. Something small.”
The servant nodded her head, seeming to instantly understand their plight. With a third party, the virtue of the Princess would be safe from speculation. The Prince, being male, was not subject to the same scrutiny. “There is a bath like that on the floor above… The door locks from the inside. Across from the library for botany.”
“Perfect…”, Naedira spoke with a small smile, and turned to walk into her quarters…She knew where that library was. “Meet us there, won’t you?”
It didn’t take Naedira long to collect her things, necessary items—Setting them in a wicker basket that usually held silly items, folding an elegant gold and white dress over top anything Altonair shouldn’t see. Though she did nearly run into him a few times, not realizing how close he was behind her. Soon enough, Altonair would lead her to his own quarters and do the same gathering—Before they both made their way to the suggested wash room. The servant met them there, and stood outside with one of them, while the other bathed and dressed… The one outside the bathroom would have to follow the tug of the magical binding—Occasionally with their backs pressed to the wall… But it was doable.
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Naedira brushed her hair until it was mostly dry—Something strange to do in the hallway, but while Altonair was freshening up… This was as good it was going to get, she couldn’t complain. The scent of lavender and vanilla soothed her far more than the rustic scent of blood. The servant girl that had been so kind as to remain witness for them assisted her with her hair—Helping her pull it back into an elegant chignon, auburn lengths framing her face.
“There. That’s better isn’t it…”, the first princess of humility intoned to the girl, who nodded and smiled—A faint blush on her cheeks from a royal acting so familiar with her. Naedira paid it no mind—Though she was exhausted she was…So happy that her face had no ugly scars crossing it once she washed the blood away. There was a very light line on her collar bone, that one almost had to be looking for to find… But other than that… It seemed to she unscathed. For that small vain thing, she was grateful. “I look a little more like a princess and a little less like creature from the swamplands.”
She eyed the basket with her bloodied things, and shook her head… “When you take your leave, please, burn the contents of that basket.”
They made light small talk, waiting for Altonair to finish as the Princess felt the magical bond tug her back and fourth… She couldn’t wait for this ridiculous thing to fade. She hated being on some kind of chain…Especially, when there was nothing she could do, except deal with it. Her hands folded in front of her, she waited quietly-- Again the impeccable, eloquent daughter of Humility.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:45 am
Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: A bathing room -- Currently: Tidying self up~*
Dear Gods, how much muck had accumulated on my self during my time down in the hellish catacombs?
Altonair did not wish to answer his own mental wonder, not only finding the question rhetorical but unnecessary. Though, then again, he really couldn't do much when he was scrubbing himself clean and a still magic bound Naedira being goaded about with him outside the bathroom. He couldn't say anything out load, lest he interrupt the small chat he heard his betrothed and the servant girl strike up. Instead, he simply continued to wash away the soot and stains of red that still clung to his face.
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Prior to either of them entering the bath, Altonair and Naedira both learned where the other's quarter's where situated as an effect of retrieving their new clothing. Altonair's familiar feeling of envy once again stirred once he lay a glimpse at Naedira's chambers. Her enchanted door earned a slight cough from Altonair, who attempted to dispel any stemming envy from showing. How wondrous, magic was. Thankfully, Altonair was able to mull over his negative emotions just in time to follow Naedira about the room as she collected her items. Oh, she had a excellent taste in wardrobe it seemed: the gold and white dress that conveniently obscuring any possible sighting of her personal items would look wonderful on just about any royal figure.
The boundary did make things interesting for the two of them as she collected her things, as they nearly bumped into each other a few times in the retrieval time. In truth, Altonair was usually never in such close proximity with a woman for such a long time, especially under such circumstances. The prince could only do as much as awkwardly stand near her and mutter a short apology during their almost collisions.
When they encountered the servant girl, Altonair stayed silent, opting to allow Naedira to do the explaining since she clearly gave off the better vibe: in all honesty, Naedira was probably more approachable at the moment, due to the scratches on his neck, reddened gloves, slightly visible blades in his sleeves, and stained face.
And when Altonair led them to his own quarters for his own items, he was grateful for two things: that he had actually not gotten lost trying to look for it and for forgetting to lock his door since he had also forgotten to take his key with him. About the room he went, collecting fewer things than Naedira did. His own personal wash cloths (embroidered with his personal insignia and colored dark shades of blue and green), a similar pair of black pants like the ones he was already wearing (sans the dirt, blood, and rips), a black long sleeve tunic with dark green embroidery, and a gray undershirt were all somewhat visible under his arm, all folded neatly and clean, just as he was taught. His other items were hidden underneath the folded clothing, wishing to hide these items for now. Altonair was notably silent, offering only nod to Naedira as his way of informing her that he was done.
And off they went, to freshen up.
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A look into the mirror present in the room showed him the extent of his dirtied visage, earning a slight wince at his soiled reflection. He splashed some water into his face, relishing the the feel of water running from his face and falling back into the tub. He had already cleaned the lower portion of his body and had a towel wrapped around his waist, now working on cleaning his face and hair. He had felt the tug of the magic bond a couple times too many while in the bath, and decided it might be safer to finish his bath while standing over the tub rather than in it. Besides, all he needed now was to wash his head and neck.
As he poured another handful on water over his head and let the water flow cleanly over his hair, his thoughts lingered back on what Naedira would be thinking, concerning his wish. She had not questioned it yet, nor had she expressed any thoughts on the subject of having the only chance shown so far of having their engagement removed be thrown away. From what he has seen so far, she has expressed no ill feelings nor any feelings of happiness towards it. As for Altonair himself, he was still a little unsure of whether or not the wish he made was more important than wishing away the marriage.
He shook his head, his dampened hair dripping more water into the tub. What a preposterous question! His wish was well thought out and had plenty of reason behind it! Surely that alone merited the worth of forgoing a chance of calling off the engagement. At least, he hoped it was. He had to admit that he did ignore the possible removal a bit too quickly. Maybe he didn't think hard enough about the wish itself....Oh, listen to me! I'm questioning whether or not it was right to get an opportunity to revisit Max. the prince sighed outwardly, burying his face into his wash cloth.
Fully clothed and clean again, he opened the door slightly. "I'm finished." he said simply, his plain tone absent of any emotion other than content. Allowing the door to open a bit more, his other clothing items became visible, such as a new pair of white gloves, dark shoes, and a white ribbon that cascaded down from one of his trouser pockets. His hair, rather than provide shade for his eyes and take on the familiar tussle of elegant mess, was now combed back similarly to his brother's, Nathaniel. A few streaks of shadowy hair did fall elegantly over his face.
"My apologies. It was not my intention to take long, if I did so." A small small smile faded into existence as he stepped out of the room fully, his basket of ruined clothing still inside. He still didn't decide on what he should do with them.
His dark eyes turned to the servant girl. "When you take your leave, could you drop my basket off to my quarters? I'll decide the fate of my clothing later. My door should be unlocked." he explained to the servant, before his eyes returned to Naedira and her new appearance.
"You look captivating, my Lady." he offered her, wasting no time to pay a royal woman the compliments she is owed and nodding to her. Always the gentleman, Altonair was.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:54 pm
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Leaving Veritas Quarters
Her thoughts were still spinning a mile a minute… But adrenaline was wearing off, and she was starting to feel the ache behind the halls of her eyelids that told her how tired she truly was. She felt as if to sleep for a fortnight. She was still…Unaware that Altonair had shown any envy or jealousy—One way or the other towards her abilities. She never thought twice about using them the way she had, or the way that she likely would… It was second nature to her… She used magicks as naturally as one breathed…
By the time they’d gotten to Altonair’s quarters, now that they weren’t being chased by rapid plants or carnivorous bats—She’d seemed to find a way for them to walk and move without bumping into one another so often. Though pink still stained her cheeks faintly, from feeling like a uncoordinated fool everytime she misstepped and got in his way…She had slowly started to think of it, like a dance, following his lead… When he moved, she moved.
The Prince of Envy had been quiet for so long… She half wondered if she’d offended him in some way by their strange shower arrangement.
Her time outside the bath gave her plenty of time to think—Since the servant want not at all overly chatty. She wondered again about Altonair’s wish… But was slowly coming to an understanding, now that she really had time to think on it…What wouldn’t she give, to see the littlest Riley alive and well? Madelyne had been so young… She remembered her little sisters laughter, and if she closed her eyes and focused—The soft floral scent she always seemed to carry.
Would she sacrifice herself, to be tied to a Prince of a neighboring kingdom to see her again? Yes. Without question…
But the Lord of the castle, Veritas, was a…Complicated man. At least, that was what she could glean from the little time she’d spent on his lands… He didn’t seem one to actually give someone what they wanted, if it didn’t amuse him—Whether he owed it to them or not. So while… She couldn’t blame Altonair for his wish… She couldn’t help but be curious of his reasons… Couldn’t help but speculate.
Curious as a kitten… Eventually, she would question the Prince. But not until they didn’t look like they’d just gone through a ghastly war.
After what felt like forever, Altonair emerged—Naedira right on the other side of it out of necessity. Four feet, was a very short leash. The sight of his hair slicked back so much like his elder brothers made her blink, only once… She’d not seen much of Nathaniel, nor did she know him in any respect… But it gave her a sense of déjà vu. That, and she was struck by the fact that he was incredibly handsome—Something she had missed, completely, in their dire situation.
“No longer than I must have taken…”, she returned eloquently with an understanding smile. Likely, she had taken longer… Though she had tried to be quick about it. She wasn’t used to being restricted to a small area… Somehow, even with a full wall and a locked door between them, it still felt…Awkward. A violation of privacy that she couldn’t explain… Considering that Ryan, her brother, had been the only male to pass the threshold of her quarters, Altonair was privileged in that respect. His faint smile drew one of her own… “No apology is necessary…”
He made his request to the patient servant, who demurely nodded her head and curtseyed… “Of course, Majesty.” She immediately slipped past the Prince to collect his things without a word—Eager to be free of a potentially awkward, or more awkward situation.
Altonair passed her a compliment, and she took it with grace—The faint blush to her cheeks neither rising nor fading. She knew it wasn’t exactly the case, her tired form without her usual spark and kind glow… But it was not ladylike to outright refute flattering words from a gentlemen. Let alone a Prince that she was betrothed to… “You are very kind, Prince Altonair…”
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t allude to it. “Too kind.”
She walked ahead of him just slightly—Watching the servant girl flee their presence with the customary nod of farewell. The girl would have curtseyed, but between their garments and items—Her arms were full. That… And holding bloodied clothing was not high on her list of things she wished to do for long.
Her head turned back towards the Prince of Envy—Her hands laced behind the small of her back, resting hip level. “Would you be opposed to finding somewhere to relax then? I would suggest a walk in the gardens, or to one of the libraries… Or something of that ilk…”, she trailed off, her countenance apologetic…
“But using my magic so extensively is not without a price…And I’m rather positive that if I stay on my feet much longer, your grace would be forced to carry me—And I would hate to put that burden on your shoulders.”, Naedira explained lightly, a rather mischievous smile lighting her features before she turned away—Heading towards one of the many small parlor area’s that dotted the castle. She rather enjoyed the one on the second floor—In the west wing.
That, and it wasn’t far at all from her quarters… She truly was afraid to go too far. Her concerns to the price had been issued coyly, as if she might be teasing… But it was far from a joke.
Upon arriving to the particular parlor she wished—The double doors wide open. She was…Gladdened to feel the sun on her face through the large windows. She pulled a long rope near the door that would sent a servant from the kitchens to them-- They would bring tea, treats. The curtains were drawn wide open, the room small—But decorated with what looked to be soft couches and flowers… There were decks of playing cards, used mostly by ladies for bridge… There was also evidence that gentlemen used the common room as well, the sweet scent of a pipe lingering ever so faintly.
The servants were particularly gifted at using the vases of fresh flowers to hide that scent…
There were full length mirror’s, and a lovely chandelier overhead. The windows opened, and Naedira did just that—Forgetting for a moment that she was tied to Altonair. Breathing in the fresh air was… So wonderful after being down in the catacombs. Her eyes closed faintly, before she realized that she must have tugged Altonair along with her… “I’m sorry about that…”
Hazel eyes flickered over him as she released the window handles, her hand resting upon the cushion of the bay styled window as she turned back towards him. Alone, or seemingly alone enough—Her gaze stilled. Was now the time to ask?
“I don’t begrudge you… Wishing for your brother.”, that she wanted him to know up front… She didn’t begrudge him that at all… Her eyes closed a moment, and she looked away, back towards the setting sun… It made her slightly tanned skin almost caramel, the red and orange hued light reflecting off of her dress—The burnished gold deepening. “But Veritas…”
She paused, unsure of how to word her concerns.
“He doesn’t seem one to completely…Keep his promises.”
Her gaze turned back towards the Prince that could be no more than four feet from her… He reminded her, of what her nanny’s told her a Prince should be. Much like Lucien—And different, at the same time. “But you realize… That unless Lord Veritas changes his mind… That you are trapped to me?”
No. Naedira would not used the word ‘bound’ to her. Because he was not bound. He did not know her, did not love her—Nor her people. He was -trapped- with her. As a princess, and not at all the heir apparent… She should have been happy for this… A betrothal. She was in her early twenties… Most princesses were set to be wed before their eighteenth year. But she’d pushed it off… Pushed it off so well—She’d deluded herself into thinking she could escape it. They were prisoners to their titles…
And for the love of his brother, he had accepted it. A strange Prince he was indeed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 5:17 pm
Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: Parlor -- Currently: Finally getting to know his Betrothed~*
The prince followed the princess of humility as she led them to their destination, a chuckle escaping from him. "A grand idea, since I too feel a tad bit spent due to our ordeals. Somewhere to sit would be joyous." His words were entirely true: after all the running, fighting, and general surviving, he fighting the urge to sit down on the floor of all places.
He was a bit surprised to see a mischievous smile tugging at her features before she turned away, the act catching him off guard as well as her concern of relying on him to carry him should her feet give out. Here was a poised and elegant princess, finally showing some playful side (of some sort) to him at last. Nevertheless, he might as well take her little tease with some grain of truth. He couldn't imagine how much her marvelous magicks taxed her, so he might as well assume she had just as much of a desire to sit down as he did. For now, he only offered another chuckle.
It wasn't long until they reached their destination: a parlor. They had arrived much too fast for it to be mere coincidence. Perhaps Lady Naedira knew of this particular parlor? Whatever the reason, Altonair was happy of the choice. Evidence of others before them using this room were laid about the room: playing cards here and there, a faint smell of pipe lingering but masked with the smell of flowers. The furniture looked appealing, as well as the decor laying about. He had the admit that he was a bit surprised to see that the old devil of a God Veritas had a decent environment.
There was a stack of cards on a nearby table, neatly piled as they should be. He swept them up and inspected them, checking the edges and markings on the cards. Truthfully, he never really played a game of cards. He watched, yes, but never actually played. He knew a few games, a few rules about each game, and a few creative names for the games. The cards were clean, any traces of previous use absent. Either it was a fresh deck or the people who used it before treated their cards with the utmost respect. Though, before he could inspect the cards further, he felt his body tug forward, his feet instinctively making him step forward to avoid falling. His eyes fell on Naedira, who looked back to him and apologized. She stood in front of a pair of windows, her hands releasing their handles. The light let into the room from the recently opened windows did give him a nice dosage of warmth. He shook his head. "Serves me right for not paying attention." he teased, pocketing the cards into his trouser pocket.
"I don't begrudge you... Wishing for your brother."
Well, as if she didn't already surprise him today. Seems she did give his wish a thought, and she thought that he thought that she harbored a loathsome feeling for him due to not ending their marriage. He would have chuckled, if she didn't continue speaking.
So, she also trusted Veritas very little. That makes two of them.
Now he chuckled, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. "Oh, don't worry. The only thing I trust Veritas with is for him to continue being a plague upon the guests. But if I had a purported wish for anything, why not take the chance to use it to communicate with my brother one last time? It certainly can't get any worse than that."
Altonair didn't realize that he was no longer smiling as he said those last words. His eyes opened again, but they did not return to Naedra, instead choosing to remain on the wall as if it were worth inspecting. "Even if it's a lie, if he won't hold his promise at all...it's a chance I'll take. If that damnable god won't bring him back, then he could at least offer me a small moment of time to say a few proper last words to him."
Deciding not push his emotions forward, his tone shifted from a somber one to a more neutral one. "And I've actually given my wish a fair amount of thought. Yes, I'm aware that we're...trapped, together. But, the way I see it, it has to happen sometime. I mean, it is expected of the prince's and princess of kingdoms to eventually be married to another royal or noble person."
"Although, I wouldn't use the word 'trapped', now that I think about it. Since we were eventually to be wed sometime, we should consider ourselves... forcibly accepting our roles as royals." his explanation was indeed a bit impromptu, but it did make sense. To him, at least. "Though I will admit that I wasn't allowed much of a say in the matter. I know that I haven't exactly been 'looking for love to be wed', but it had to happen sooner or later: with or without my consent. Give or take the love part, of course."
His eyes finally returned to Naedira's, a sheepish grin sliding onto his face. "Besides, what better way to form bonds between Envy and Humility than to marry two of their most elegant eligible royal children? At least, that what I assume the idea was." his tone was teasing again, but there was a trace amount of sincerity in his voice.
"Lovely Naedira, also take into account that it could be much worse for either of us: I could have been wed to a princess of Patience, and you could have been betrothed to prince of Avarice."
He didn't realize he may have listed a few too many reasons why their marriage wasn't so bad. A bad thing about his quick mind was the amount of information he could come up with in a small passing of time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 2:29 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Rest Area
And they were in Veritas care. Which didn’t at all anymore set her nerves to rights, like it had when she originally come to the castle.
The castle had been sobering for her… The sight, the feel of it turning any relieved or joyful notions she had sour and cold. She had many different faucets to her personality, and they would make themselves more apparent, the more time Altonair spent around her. She wasn’t some absent minded, vapid, self obsessed royal… Humility had raised her well, both in mind and spirit, to be a respectful, graceful woman. But her fey blood gave her just enough fire to shine just a little brighter than most.
Altonair chuckled, and as he seemed still in a good, or at least level mood—She didn’t mind leading the way the parlor. Yes, she knew of it—She’d spent several afternoons there. It wasn’t far from her own quarters, but public space. She’d spent much of her time trying to teach Ryan cards… No, that had not at all worked well. But he was slowly getting better at not showing her his hand. It was a ladies game—But he indulged her out of sibling affection. She’d missed the Prince of Envy picking them up, else she might have inquired if he played.
“Yes--- I suppose it does serve you right then. As your future wife, you should keep your gaze to me more often…”, she returned to him, dulcet tones again teasing as she chuckled at his reply—That mischievous glance that she delivered so artfully again cast in his direction. It was as if it could have gone the way of a childhood friend, or a coquettish debutant in an instant. It was better to laugh, to smile in their situation—Rather than to cry.
And it would be good for the Prince to learn early on, that just because she hailed from one of the white lands—Didn’t at all mean that their weren’t various shades of grey in her perspective.
She awaited his response to her quietly, remaining standing in the sunlight a moment longer—Despite her earlier claims. After being in a Catacombs… There was nothing quite like feeling the sun on her skin—Breathing in the fresh air. It reassured her, relaxed her… They fey were not made to be underground, anymore than elven-kind. Though luckily her distaste of small, dark, suffocating spaces hadn’t hindered them… Adrenaline was a wonderful thing.
Of course she would have thought about his wish… She had analyzed it in silence from every angle she could imagine. She watched his head turn from the side, the burnished light making his attire look an entirely different color than it had in the hall. Her eyes were hesitant, when he mentioned that it couldn’t get any worse… “Anything that can get worse in this castle… Will likely get worse, blacken…”
She smiled softly then, hazel eyes gentler, her demure expression taking the initial edge off of her words… “But it’s usually darkest before the dawn… So perhaps the Lord will keep his promise… I don’t think that he would lie.”
“I just think that he speaks the truth, with a forked tongue… He speaks it, as he see’s fit.”, she stepped forward, not needing to move far at all—Though she placed a hand on his upper arm, a bold, and yet innocent notion… Because it wasn’t meant for him to guide her anywhere, as was proper—But an action of comfort. It wasn’t something she should do, with a Prince she hardly knew.
“If it were me… I might’ve made the same wish.”
Her hand slid down his arm to take his gloved hand gently, and she tugged him towards the couches so they could sit down, his somber tone making her cautious—But not overly wary…She was really feeling light headed now; dizzy in a way that only proper rest would help. “I’ve always accepted my role… Just not as…Gracefully, as perhaps I should. I know my place... As a woman, I am bound to many things... But I enjoy making my own choices... To have that taken from me so easily... I dislike it.”
She sat down on the soft couch, releasing him as her hands rest in her lap… A servant came in then, bringing a tray with tea and finger foods. It was placed on the coffee table before them, poured them two cups respectfully, and the servant left without a word. Naedira reached over and added a lump of sugar to her own—Glancing to Altonair. “Do you take it sweet, plain, with cream?”
“And I suppose that would be the best way to unite our Kingdoms… I always expected marriage would be a bartering system for my brother and I… And it seems silly, but I never really expected it to…Happen.”, she replied to him as they were again alone… She’d caught the sincerity in his tone, though hidden beneath a teasing layer—And she was grateful for it. He had listed… Several reasons, why their marriage was not such an awful thing—And it placed her at ease, that he didn’t seem to hate her for it. It seemed that she had received a kind Prince… An unbidden rose coloring touched her cheeks for a moment as he called her lovely.
A kind Prince, and a flatterer.
“The Prince of Avarice is not such a terrible creature… I couldn’t say I would want to be wed to him…”, she trailed off, honestly, her expression seeming to turn a little… Lucien had been her friend, along with Dorian, as long as she could remember. Lucien was like an elder brother, one that understood the parts of her that Ryan didn’t… To be wed to him would have fixed the war between their people… But on some level, she couldn’t help but be glad to be glued to the Envian Prince beside her… The thought of marrying Lucien, was beyond strange to her. “And is Patience truly so terrible?”
Perhaps the question was naive… But she wasn’t fully aware of all the relations between the Kingdoms. Just those that were warring with her own.
Naedira smiled at Altonair over the rim of her teacup—Hazel eyes dancing in the dimming light. “But you are right. It could be worse. Far, worse.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 1:55 am
Envy is thin because it bites, but never eats... Envy obscures joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: Parlor -- Currently: Speaking with Naedira~*
Well, that settles things then. Lady Naedira did in fact have another to her that she apparently didn't let out much. Not that Altonair was complaining: he rather preferred to speak with a tone of intelligence than with a tone of wit, but variety was always good. Her little teasing had shed a bit of light on the white lands and their mannerisms. Well, at least for one kingdom.
For now, he chucked again at her mischievous comment. Her commentary regarding his explanation was also something worthy of being listened to. Now only did seem to understand what he meant, she also added a few personal quips about herself regarding the situation. Something like this was always enlightening.
Her hand when to his arm, then down to his own hands to guide them to a couch to sit down on. It was a warmly accepted gesture since his stamina was waning slowly as he stood. A servant had come by and left some small dishes and tea. "Sweet tea for me." he said with a smile to inquiring Naedira, adding sugar to his cup before taking a sip.
She accepted his explanation towards their situation without much trouble, it seemed. She spoke with understanding in her voice, and an image of acceptance evident in her profile. It allowed Altonair to ease more into the situation without seeming uncomfortable. At least now they wouldn't have a reason to dislike each other. The last thing they needed was to be in a marriage of hostility and contempt. He can't say that he enjoyed his marriage with Melody of Justice: the marriage was one of the most uncomfortable social experiences he had ever been brought into. He and Naedira were already much closer to each other than Melody and he had ever been. Oh well, best not to dwell on those matters.
She spoke slightly of the Prince Avarice, Lucien. Seemed Avarice and Humility could get along, even if they are at war with each other. Altonair was plenty surprised at the notion of acquaintanceship with the enemy, as the idea was foreign and awkward to him. Especially considering what Patience has done against him so far.
And the Princess made a heavy move by mentioning Patience.
On one hand, she should be forgiven for being unaware of Altonair's personal problems and vices. Truthfully, how could she be aware when they had barely met but a few hours ago. Plus, Humility and Patience both hail from the White Lands. It was something that the Prince had to consider.
On the other hand, though, Altonair did have some emotional issues concerning his anger and happiness. A small slip could earn an earful from the bi-polar prince.
The twinge was evident in Altonair's face, as his tea cup twitched ever so slightly. It prompted him to put the cup down, his eyes so intent on the contents of the cup now. It was to take away any emotion that could have been evident in his eyes were Naedira to gaze into them. Hands folded, his face now a bit stern as he continued to look at his tea.
"After what Patience has done to Envy, it's hard for me to believe they can be great. I should be at ease, knowing the our military could easily turn the war into a victory. That is not that case though. Not only have a number of Envy's men been slain in battle, but among them is my dear baby brother, Max." his voice was devoid of any hesitance, though a subtle tone of boiling anger was dripped over his words. "I realize that war is a terrible event, but I never imagined that the royal family- my family- could actually be in that much danger. It's just not fair. It's just-"
He silenced himself, knowing that he was already beginning to lose his calm. His hand glided over to his cup, picking it back up. "...I'd rather not discuss speaking of Patience. It leaves a rather bitter taste in my mouth and mind." the dark prince said to the princess of Humility, his eyes once again returning to Naedira's. "I....apologize if I offended you." his apology was a bit flat, but at least he was trying to be respectful about his apology. He had no idea whether Humility and Patience were indeed close allies, and the very idea of having hostility towards her ally might of offended her. It made him a bit worrisome for some reason, to offend Naedira of Humility.
His darkened eyes narrowed at the table again as he sipped his tea in silence, his mind in devoid of thought. He didn't know what he should be thinking and chose to remain thoughtless at the moment. If anything, it helped keep his slowly rising anger from overflowing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 4:24 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Rest Area
Prince Altonair would find that Naedira had many sides to her, many pieces of her personality that it would take him a much longer courtship to see—Rather than the few hours they’d spent fighting for her lives in the bowels of this castle. Just as she was sure, positive, that there was more to the Prince of Envy than being a doting middle child.
It painted a positive picture for her, that he did not immediately withdraw from her innocent touch. It had been a friendly gesture… More than anything else. But if he’d been harboring any secret distaste for her person… Surely it would have come out then. She stirred her tea quietly, watching him sample what she’d given him—Adding just a taste of cream to her own. She liked it that way… Not too much sugar, not too much cream—Just enough to be delicious.
She mentally filed away how he liked his tea… Some…Small, innocuous thing about him, that she hadn’t known ten minutes prior. She wanted to do her duty to her Kingdom… Wanted to be able to do it—And not be completely miserable. To remedy that… She was determined to know the Prince of Envy. It might be a marriage of contract… But she would at least be his companion, friend. Love was too much for a royal to hope for—This she had resigned herself to long ago. She knew that a Princess of Humility wasn’t as… Glittering a catch as say, one from Lust or one of the wealthier kingdoms…
But she would do her best to support him, if this was the will of Veritas. What rights did she had to fight it? Her father had entrusted this God King with her future… The marriage announcement might as well have come from their parents lips.
He seemed…Surprised that she knew the Prince of Avarice, Lucien—And a soft smile painted her features. “One of my father’s late Queen’s was…Acquainted with the current Avarian Queen. They sought to bring our kingdoms closer together by arranging play dates with my brother and myself—As well as Lady Dorian, and Lord Lucien…”
“We were…Children. We never knew that things could be as they are now…”, her voice was soft, as her smile became gentler then… Not as bright as it had been. Sadness lined the elegant features of her face—Like a crumbling butterfly. “I am at war with my dearest friends.”
And the Heir of Humility-- Was still in the dark about that. As was the Heir of Avarice.
It was clear, that it pained her to admit this… That their kingdoms were senselessly slaughtering each other. And there was nothing they could do about it.
Naedira hadn’t meant anything untoward by mentioning the kingdom of Patience. Had she of known the true depth of what he had undergone at their hand—Such words would have never passed from her lips. She realized first, that she’d said something wrong when he put his tea cup down—His face seeming to clear of emotion. Like a blank sheet of parchment.
She immediately felt shamed upon hearing that in battle, was how his brother had died… So young! Goddess, what was he doing on the battlefield…Had he been younger than Evony? Her mind whirled with questions that her relatively sheltered life as the shield maiden for Humility had left her with. She knew of politics… Knew how to win over a disgruntled noble in an instant. But details like that… That had never been divulged to her. She did not miss the anger in his tone—Hearing the first dregs of something from the Prince that was not pleasant, in her direction.
“I hadn’t had any idea…”, she murmured gently, not picking her own tea cup off the table… All of her efforts not to upset him, or offend him, and she’d done precisely that. His situation with Patience was far different than her own with Avarice…”I know… What it’s like to lose a younger sibling. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said… None of it is fair… None of it.”
Naedira had been taught at a young age that the Royal Family was especially targeted… Was always in danger. From one thing or another—Be it riots, or more recently assassins. Someone had tried to do away with her years ago by sneaking a cold forged iron trinket into gifts from suitors. That type of metal was complete poison to her—In the way that it blackened her veins if left in contact with her too long—Drove her mad if it was too near, and it went undiscovered. It poisoned her blood after a time—And if Ryan hadn’t found her…. She would have certainly passed away.
Just from holding a statue in her hand.
“I’m not offended me Altonair… You’ve…”, she trailed off, mistakenly saying his name without an honorific—His expression making her forget, for a split second who she was speaking to. Her hazel eyes flickered to his as she reached for the hand that didn’t hold the teacup—Urging him to look back in her direction…“You’ve every right to be angry at something that has caused you pain…Something that has taken from you, so easily.”
Her knowledge of the White Kingdoms was better than that of the sinful natures—With the exception of Avarice of course… But there had never been anything that tied her to Patience, except that they were both considered virtuous lands.
“You’re upset with what I brought up—So look at me. Don’t bore a hole through the poor table because of something I’ve done…”, she teased softly, though not at all condescending…Simply trying to lift his mood. She really did want him to look at her. She couldn’t… Help but dislike the feeling that she’d said something so out of line he couldn’t bare the sight of her any longer… “I’m sorry, for being insensitive my Prince.”
“I want to… Make this work. I don’t want at all, for you to hate me… If this is our fate… I don’t expect you to feel one way or another about it… But in order for it to work… I need to know you. I want to know you—So I can trust you.”, she intoned delicately, moving her hand from his, once she had his attention… Letting her hands settle back in her lap. She was quirt for a moment, leaning slowly back on the couch with a faint wince… She’d healed all of her major wounds, but she was still badly bruised in many places.
“I don’t want to… Loose my mind, worrying about this arrangement…And what you think of me...”, she confessed gently, her eyes closing for a moment—Almond shaped curves apparent as they fluttered open… They were gentle, filled with understanding—And a slight tinge of apprehension. “Tell me that you'll forgive my foolish tongue-- And that I haven’t brought a lasting cloud over your head with my curiosity….”
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 3:56 pm
 Envy shoots at others and wounds itself. Envy prevents joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: Parlor – In the company of: Naedira~*
Patience. To make a quick witty jab at it, he had little patience for Patience. The idea of Virtuous and Sinful Kingdoms was lost on Atonair, him believing that nothing good came from Patience. Sure, before, he could see a bit of good from Patience, even if his kingdom was at war with it. But once the death of Max came, all redeeming qualities that Patience once had were sliced away. It pained the dark prince to wonder how Max's death came to be, but the horrible possibilities proved to be to gut wrenched to stand.
Naedira's mention of Patience had it's obvious effect on Altonair, but it didn't bring any of that malicious emotions towards Naedira herself. And yet, Altonair couldn't help but be amazed at just how this princess was so upset by her upsetting him. The etiquette and culture was still unknown to him, as Humility never really was in Envy's sights. Was this how Humility's culture raised them to be? To worry for others? If so, then Humility was far more respectable than Patience would ever hope to be, in Altonair's eyes. Otherwise, this could just be a unique quirk to Lady Naedira herself, something is still to be admired in her.
Before his Patience-induced temper was provoked, Naedira had spoke of her relationship with Lucien of Avarice. It was interesting to see a companionship formed with Avarice and Humility's royalty. As for Dorian...wait, why did that name sound familiar? Oh, no need to worry about a familiar sounding name. For now, he had to reassure Naedira.
"Oh, it's...quite alright. You and I are still strangers to each other in the sense of background and personal life. To be upset with you for not knowing of....for not knowing, would be an unfair action. If my trickle of anger meant anything, it was to show me that I need to keep my emotions under control." His little explanation contained no sugar-coated lies: his desire to keep his emotions in check was spoken with complete truth. His anger has made him quite notorious around the servants of Envy, as he did have a habit of beating them if he was angered by something they did (such as accidentally showcasing any mystical abilities they possessed). It created two images of him: one happy image of him with his family, and one terrifying one for the servants who dared to bring out his anger. While in Veritas' castle, he did his best to make sure his bi-polar demeanor was heavily subdued, hoping that he can dictate his emotions in a normal fashion.
In fact, a few moments before, his bi-polar condition had trickled out just a bit when Patience was mentioned. Altonair's quickly changing emotions could be quite taxing for those who are not aware of his condition. Relaxed one moment, then seething with anger the next, then somewhat apologetic the next. What made this even more taxing was that these emotions were one hundred percent genuine. There were not fake emotions brought out for some grand scheme of his, there were purely Altonair. If Naedira was to truly be his betrothed, she would have to learn that his emotions could change in the blink of an eye. And they would always be real emotions.
Altonair's gray eyes returned to Naedira, now seeking to continue their non-specific discussion. "Well, since we're both intent on not offended the other, let's continue getting to know each other then. We now have a little tid bit of information concerning each other, and you know something that's a bit painful to me no less. What an enlightening conversation this is turning out to be." his tone came off suddenly as amused. His quick mind was once again able to continue in the blink of an eye as he smiled slightly
Though, admittedly, his next question might wander into uncertain territory. "Erm...Princess Naedira, I'm curious..." he began, his face now seeming a bit uncertain. "...What...would you have wished for, had you had gotten the urn instead of me? The opportunity was certainly there, so it's not difficult to imagine you winning instead of me."
His question seemed innocent enough, and it wasn't really a controversial one. Though, he did realize that he was subject to hear her intended wish, whether the wish was pleasant or not.
She had yet to seem unpleasant to him at all. Well, except for her magicks. That still boiled his blood. But she didn't need to know that. Yet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 3:58 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
╚════════════════╝ Kingdom: Humility
Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Parlor With Altonair
Her affliction of caring about those around her was something that seemed to strike most of Humility in the heart. It was obvious in the way her brother cared so easily for Lorelei—Simply because it seemed that she needed his protection. Or in the way Tantra seemed to insert herself into situations, with the thought of assisting others in her head. It was just the way they lived… Humility prospered because they helped one another. As one of the poorer Kingdom’s… It was commonplace.
She did relax visibly however when he reassured her that he wasn’t angry with her… The last thing she wanted to do was take the good feet they had been standing on with one another and place her own in the mud. She did frown, however… She didn’t like the prospect of the Prince forcing his emotions under wraps about her. It just didn’t seem right. He should be as the Goddess intended, not how he thought she might expect him to be.
But she appreciated the fact that he was honest with her… Having just formally met, this was well more than she had a right to expect. Naedira had yet to see any…Actual anger from the Prince—Simply a darker look and a colder demeanor at something that brought his house suffering. Such a reaction could be expected of anyone… If she ever met the individuals that had killed her baby sister…Hazel eyes went cold at the thought, sharpening.
As a child of Humility… She did not condone unnecessary violence. But when it came to her murdered sister… Every bit of violence and aggression was a hundred percent acceptable.
She didn’t mind Altonair’s fluctuating emotions… She just wished he wouldn’t try to hide them from her. She wanted to trust him… And to do so, she had to know him. If they started off hiding huge chunks of themselves… It was going to be a poor match.
So when his tone became amused, she went with it—Her form seeming to soften as she leaned tiredly back against the couch, forgetting, for a moment that she was a Princess sitting in a room with Prince that she was betrothed to…. And she should be on her best behavior—Especially things like posture… But she was just so tired…. Her tea cup sat on the table, hands resting in her lap… Adrenaline had officially worn off, and her limbs felt like they weighed a metric ton.
His question about what she would have wished for made her pause… “I never… Actually expected to win the urn. So I never put much thought into it—If felt the whole time like we were so far behind…”His question about what she would have wished for made her pause… “I never… Actually expected to win the urn. So I never put much thought into it—If felt the whole time like we were so far behind…”
“But…If I were to make a wish…”, she trailed off, hazel eyes tilted towards him—Smiling through her aching form, knowing that while washing up had made her feel marginally better… She was still so, so tired. Naedira couldn’t remember the last time she’d stretched her magic to its limits like she had… “I think I would have first tried to wish that he end the wars between the Kingdoms…”
“If that was too large… I’d have asked that he remove and capture the assassin that keeps killing off the royalty of Hubris… I fear my Kingdom will be next.”, she trailed off… Remembering the day that King Riley had sent her packing because of what was happening… Sent her off to this castle of dread. “And if that too much, perhaps that he end the fighting between Avarice and Humility… Goddess knows, my words mean little enough when it comes to that battlefront.”
“My...Kingdom doesn’t usually approve of women fighting on the front lines… Most men can’t bare the sight of their sisters, wives, or daughters being slain… So I am the shield maiden for my house. Which means, I protect… Far from any fighting.”, she spoke, a tinge of bitterness to her tone… She had enough power, that she could prove a serious boon to their task force… And yet her father denied her, because of her gender…
Naedira loathed it… But dared say nothing. His other daughter was dead—She was the only daughter he had… She understood him not wanting to lose another piece of his family. She was in no hurry to pay the toll to the ferryman.
But she hated to be idle.
“My wishes wouldn’t have been very exciting… But I might have simply wished for nothing at all. I think anything I might have wanted… Veritas would have twisted into something awful.”
She paused, before nodding to herself—Lips pressed into a thin line as her eyes closed for a moment, delicate head leaning against the cushioned couch.
“Yes. I think I would have ask to relinquish my wish to someone else. I do not trust our host… I think that amuses him, when we play by his rules..”
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:02 am
Envy shoots at others and wounds itself. Envy prevents joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy *~Location: Parlor – In the company of: Naedira~*
Altonair's eyebrow raised slightly when the princess stated her expectation to win the catacombs event, or rather, her expectation to not win. Very humble indeed. Or perhaps, negative? From what he knew about Naedira already, he figured the Naedira playing the part of the modest princess of Humility was most likely true.
The prince eagerly sat forward when Naedira uttered her wish to end the ongoing wars. Perhaps a bit predictable, but it was the same as his own, and very respectable. Her second wish was also something that Altonair might have thought of as well, since assassin's had made their way into Envy and attempted to kill his siblings (and himself once) before. Her third possible wish echoed his own wish to end the war between the ongoing enemy. Patience for Envy, and Avarice for Humility. He half wondered if Naedira had read his mind and was simply stating his own wishes to impress him somehow. A small smile found it's way onto his face. Or, you're just going crazy from exhaustion.
Altonair drew his head back when the bitter tone of Naedira came though, totally unexpected and new. She...wished to fight? Did she despise being this so-called 'shield maiden' for her house? Not too long ago, she express a desire to end the wars, yet she expresses a negative emotion to not being able to fight herself? Lady Naedira was certainly the complex woman.
Altonair drew his cup up to his mouth and finished the last of his tea in his cup. "Your reluctance to trust our host isn't doing much in my confidence of my wish, Lady Naedira." The prince wearily placed his empty cup back onto the table. "Then again, I wouldn't so much as shed a tear for him if I woke up and found out he died of senility." he then deadpanned, not worrying about making his desire to see less of the God Veritas be known. "Sometimes, I wonder how he became a god."
A humorless laugh escaped his mouth, head dipping down to examine his gloved hands. A faint glimmer of his hidden blade in his right sleeve caught his eye, the ornate designs and etchings on the blade amusing the prince. Somewhat ashamed to have his concealed means of self--defense draw his attention away from his fiance, he pulled his sleeve up to obstruct his view of the blade. It unwillingly reminded him of his own....limitation. His 'missing talent'. His non-existent gift of power.
To others, it seemed like a petty thing to fuss about. Evony could talk to plants and other floral arrangements. Nathaniel had the amazing ability to copy another's power, albeit not at full strength or of the same magnitude as the original. Rosalie utilized healing properties, Dame Soren could cast illusions, Sir Liam was in control of his Chi, and so many other examples clouded his mind. Elves commonly held a power of their own, one that would serve useful to them. So why wasn't he blessed with one?
Altonair's silent gaze latched onto Naedira again, his face containing hesitance. He was unsure of how to word his next question. "Naedira...Lady Naedira....you are Fey, correct?" he asked dumbly, already aware that she was indeed Fey. "Is it natural of Fey to develop magick? Or is it taught?"
An unsure question. Naedira's use of magicks astounded the prince, since it technically wasn't a singular ability, but many of them. He wanted to know about it. If he was to be married to her, he had to know. That was his excuse anyways. His curiosity had to be sated.
He did not know that he drew closer to the princess. Not enough to invade privacy, but enough to show that he was genuinely interested in the subject matter.
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