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 Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 5:19 pm
Amarante rushed down the hall, holding several scrolls in her arms. I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late! she thought as her skirts flowed around her. Father will never forgive for being late to the strategic planning meeting with the Generals! She sighed heavily, and turned a corner to take a shortcut through the courtyard.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:48 pm
Nothing. Nothing at all could compare to how relieved Roanin was to finally leave the meeting with his father, generals, and other perky nobles. Today, was different in that these meetings were being held in a neutral city. Both kingdoms and their highest authorities were present. For all intensive purposes, these meetings were 'necessary' to figuring out what exactly they'd do for the peace of the two kingdoms before they ruined each other. Roanin sighed, resisting the urge to just stretch in his uniform, ignoring the itch to rest his palm on his sword, ceremonial as it was. Some habits die hard. Head high and chest set, Roanin strode out of the building, cloak billowing behind him as he hastily retreated from the cramped building. However, the second he slipped out of the public eye, he relaxed just a bit. With a glance around, he eased his shoulders and stretched as much as he could in his uniform. He, eventually, found himself in a courtyard of some sort. "Blast, as if I'm going to find my way back easi-" Naturally, he was cut off when someone burst out of a door right into him. And, also naturally, old war instincts kicked in and Roanin avoided the door, though he didn't quite manage avoiding the one leaving the door. Naturally, of course.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:24 pm
Amanate's maps went flying into the air as she landed on her behind. With her bangs in her eyes, she looked at the person who she bumped into. "Hey, watch out where you're going. I've got somewhere important to be and I'm really late." Then, without even giving the person a second glance, she began to pick up her maps and stuff them into her arms. She stood up and finally blew her hair out of her eyes. "No if you would excuse me..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:09 pm
Roanin, luckily, had caught himself. In an attempt to save the one who bumped into him, however, he ended up with an armful of scrolls and other miscellaneous papers. Raising an eyebrow, he held them carefully and measured his words before he spoke. "Isn't it a bit...interesting to blame the person who was simply meandering by when you kicked the door open and ran head-first into said person? Ah, but nonetheless, my apologies." He looked at the maps in his arms and looked back at the girl, eyebrow raised. "Ah, I see you're this kind of busy. Well, here you go. Don't pull your hair out of your pretty little head in boredom," He said, handing her the maps and turning to make his way back to the city center, his uniform reminding him how much he wanted out of the blasted thing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 7:06 am
Amarante frowned, and actually got a good look at the guy she was talking to. Then she realized that she had just insulted the oldest prince. She immediately cursed herself for even speaking. She fixed her composure and walked into the room. She curtsied. "Your majesty," she said carefully. "I beg your forgiveness, but I was kept late by the Queen."
Her father nodded. "I understand." He patted the seat nearest to his left side. "Please, take your seat, my daughter."
Amarante nodded and put her maps and scrolls on the table. She did not sit, but started to speak. "You see, Gentleman, if my calculations are correct..." She then began to speak for about an hour on a different line of defense for the two countries. She also spoke of revolutionary weapons that she was supervising the creating of in the castle smithy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:19 pm
Indrallious paused at the window. He had skipped the meeting between he. Roanin, his father, and the countless other advisers was well damn well smart enough to do so. He looked down at the courtyard below, spying his elder brother's light colored hair, bemused in the fact that his brother so often had to torture himself just to be able to be seen in a positive light.
Take his uniform, for example. Indrallious knew how uncomfortable being buttoned up straight is, and he knew that the only reason that Roanin kept himself in one of those straight jackets was to look like a little well-deserving and upright prince.
Indrallious couldn't blame him; he too wore a uniform, though not nearly as covered in medals or awards on his jacket as his admirable elder brother. He gave a sigh, right about to move on when a boisterous young lady shuffled to the meeting hall.
Indrallious leaned forward, now inclined to watch Roanin and Amarante's quick conversation. Amarante surely was a lively one, that was for sure, and from what Indrallious could see. He looked to Roanin, who was headed somewhere.
Indrallious watched him leave before leaving the hall outside where he followed his brother. He trotted up from behind, pocketing his hands as he neared. "Hey, handsome," Indrallious murmured in a half-hearted, joking manner. He glanced to his brother with a curious look before looking forward. He didn't know where his brother was going, but decided well that he'd tag along.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 7:55 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTҥe flowerʂ ∂o fa∂e, aɴ∂ waɴtoɴ fiel∂ʂxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTo waץwar∂ wiɴter reckoɴiɴg yiel∂ʂ;
xxxxxxA ҥoɴeץ toɴgʊe, a ҥeart of gall,. ❝Arina was far away from all the noise the morning brought to their castle, tucked away in a small chamber by her own volition and amusing herself by singing flowers into existence. It was a natural gift derived from her Earthenal birthright. No princesses controlled the same aspect of earth, and Arina felt she had certainly drawn the short stick in the gifts bestowed upon her. Oh, she certainly loved controlling the green earth, but what did that do for her? It made her a cheap performer, something pretty to look at like a common mummer. And now the queen was expecting her to perform a song and dance routine with her flowers at the wedding banquet.
Oh, how angry that woman made her! If she weren't her father's wife Arina would have given her a good smack long ago. She certainly deserved it, the way she always made Arina work the hardest for her approval and expected everything, yet nothing from her. To the queen, Arina was nothing but an inconvenience, living proof that the king had once loved another more than her. Arina believed, deep down, that the king would have continued to love her mother more than the queen if she'd lived past the sickness that took her. It was probably why the king decided to raise her as a legitimate heir along side her sisters. So much of her mother existed in her, especially in her eyes. A soft, honey color so different from the dark piercing ones of her sisters'. They shared the king's eyes.
Arina sighed as she twirled a deep red rose between her fingertips. She hated this. She hated the queen and her stupid games. She hated her father for letting her get away with them, and she hated her stupid wedding dress they were going to force into three days from now. She was only happy to be married so that she could get away from this horrible place, even if the marriage was to an enemy prince. Her husband-to-be couldn't be nearly as bad as the queen... ❞
Iʂ faɴcץ'ʂ ʂpriɴg, bʊt ʂorrow'ʂ fall. xxxxxxx⊰Ѧяιna⊱
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:15 pm
Roanin glanced over to his brother and paused briefly enough to allow his brother to walk shoulder to shoulder with him. "Good morning. How goes it?" He asked, allowing a half smile to rest on his lips. He knew his brother saw no use in what he saw as prissy uniforms or a higher class social skills. Nonetheless, Roanin didn't mind that. Even his brother was a release from the hardened gazes of the veteran generals or even the scowl of his father in a meeting room.
"I just escaped the meeting room with father and all the other add-ons that come with such meetings. It was all talk about the weddings. It started giving me a headache, so I figured it was a good a time as any to grab some lunch. Would you like to come?" Roanin doubted that his brother would follow. He didn't like to hand around him much simply due to the focus Roanin had anywhere he went. Roanin didn't blame him. It got really tiring really fast sometimes.
Glancing around, Roanin turned down a side street, preferring the sides streets away from public. Roanin had enough pain for one day due to the ruckus about the wedding. He didn't need any more public attention.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:57 pm
Indrallious listened, his violet eyes watching the cobble stone path transcend before him and out of his view. Without looking up, he lifted his voice enough for his brother to hear.
"It wouldn't bother you as much if you just ignore it. Just don't think about it and it'd gradually float away. But I guess," he paused, looking up as he said this with a sort of emotionless gaze, almost serious, at his older brother, "that a king-to-be can't do that. That's why I'd hate to be you. Because you have such a boring and suckish life."
Indrallious would be rather blunt about it. His brother knew well that Indrallious would never even touch the throne, much less even think he could. It seemed that after coming to such a conclusion, Indrallious gave up trying to look like a lovely, outgoing prince for someone more reclined and personal. This was where the fine line, the main difference, that seperated he and his brother.
Surely, Indrallious would've grown tired of Roanin by then, as was usual. Indrallious didn't care much to 'tag along' or 'experience life' with his brothers; he'd much rather be alone. His brothers were so different than he, and they from each other that he often laughed at the three of them. They were all so individuallistic and distinct, the only thing that really brought them together was being related by blood. He sighed, brushing back his dark hair, which had inevitably made him the black sheep of siblings, as he continued to pull his legs forward.
He continued to walk with his brother for some time, not minding him for the time being. "I guess I'll come along for lunch but I have some errands to run," he mumbled in his usual tone. By 'errands' Indrallious usually meant wandering around. [ I'm not going to be able to post later today nor tomorrow, so don't expect anything from me until then. ]
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 6:43 pm
And there was the truth, blunt as a wooden plank. Roanin was used to it, though. In fact, he even expected it from the man. The statement put a small smile on his lips and he looked over at his brother. "Well, isn't that the truth. I guess it is a good thing I don't mind it too much. Call me bland, if you will." He chuckled a bit and his smile relaxed the rest of his face. So far, however, his life had been anything but bland.
With the war, he was pushed into combat for several years, serving and, in the later years, leading hardworking folk into meaningless death. If that had been what a king-to-be needed, then he was thankful his brothers did not have to be the ones to witness the atrocities that he did. Though he'd never admit it, even he had nightmares about it every once in a while. To him, the medals he wore were cold reminders of what he was trying to prevent.
He nodded, slightly surprised that his brother decided to tag along. However, the errand half of it was more like him. Indrallious tended to keep to himself, so Roanin, of course, didn't press for details. Instead, he kept walking, letting the breeze cool him off.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 2:47 am
Morrigna was just leaving her beloved mother's company after a hushed yet heated arguement concerning the wisedom of marrying herself and her siblings off to the dreaded sky rats. The look of serenity she seemed to exude completely contradicted the boiling rage that burned within her. She felt like a sacrificial lamb bleeding out on the altar, bleeting hopelessly for an escape from her fate that would never present itself. Were she the honest sort, she would let herself show her displeasure. Morrigna would cry and scream out her frustrations, she would pester and trouble those around her for the comfort and attention she needed, she would selfishly cling to her home like a frightened child until the very end. Being the eldest, and therefor the most 'responsible', she had to be strong. (Or at least look the part.) Morrigna had to keep up a pleasant look, a serene aura about her as she silently brooded over her fate. Which she seemed to be doing a lot of, lately. She could only hope that her husband to be was dimwitted enough to widow her quickly or remain unaware of any plots or schemes she might hatch up in the future before her inevitable assassination. Such surprisingly unpleasant thoughts kept stirring about in her pretty little head as she headed towards the study, hoping to calm herself and ease such worries away temporarilly with a good book. (Assuming this dreadful place had any. Morrigna felt as if she were about to scream should she be faced with any more books about military strategy or how to be a proper wife.)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 3:58 pm
Amarante also headed toward the study. She sighed, gathering her maps into the crook of her arm. Of course, she got the usual "What is she doing, acting like a war general?" looks from the generals. She rubbed her head, wondering why she even tried. She looked around, hoping to catch her older sister and tell her about meeting her sisters future husband. ((Hey guys, i'm on a school trip right now, so I won't be able to post as much))
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:11 pm
Indrallious let his head tilt slightly toward his brother as he inclined to talk. His brother was always so noble. Indrallious would never say he loved him, but more like he admired him but would never admit it. He knew his brother was only putting up with all the horse rubbish their father threw his way just so that Roanin could protect hid brothers.
He pocketed his hands, licking his lips. "I'd feel sorry for your betrothed then; she probably end up dying a long, sufferable and quiet death of boredom," he murmured with a shrug, looking forward. It was meant to be a joke, even though Indrallious didn't laugh about it himself.
Even so, he expected to uplift his brother's mood. He knew neither of his brothers didn't like the idea of marriage; Ren only did it to slow the war. Surely, it was to be a painful demise for Ren to have to deal with a pitiful woman and hoped her not to be too irritant nor boring.
He walked forward, liking the idea of being able to walk so openly in public, and basked in the openness, which was so different from their prison of a home. He would give anything to leave their and one day dreamed to travel. But he wouldn't try such freedoms so soon. He'd still have to wait until his father simmered down enough and the marriage pass over. Speaking of which, he opened his mouth to speak on that thought. "Have you met your wife-to-be yet? I hear she is a beauty. As for mine, well," he paused but quickly tried to regain his continuity. "I hear from the generals she's nosy and likes to attend their meetings. Nothing good can come from a boisterous women other than a good head ache," he muttered, as if he knew anything. In fact, Ren had never been close to a lady other than his mother. But despite this fact, Ren had spoken as if he had any experience.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:30 pm
Roanin gave a small laugh at his brother's joke and some more tension eased from his shoulders. Blunt and quiet as he may be, Indrallious could put a smile on Roanin's face, even if he didn't allow it to breach any mask of authority he was wearing at the time. This time, of course, was one of those few times where there was no mask to break through. "Ugh, she will have to suffer through my long nights of dreadful talks of strategy and the local economy. Even I'm starting to feel bad." His smile left his face however, as he contemplated his soon-to-be wife.
"Actually, I bumped into your wife-to-be, I believe. She seemed to be in a hurry to one of said meetings. I have to admit, she doesn't seem like your type at all." He shook his head as a slight frown eased its way on his face, shoulders tensing. "My own fiancee may be beautiful, but something about her, from what I've heard, gives me an uneasy feeling. From what I've heard, she is quite composed, however, if she sees something she wants, she gets it No questions asked. One way or another. I'm...worried. I may have more trouble with this than I anticipated." Roanin shook his head, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "But, at the moment, my hungry stomach requires the most attention. Let's eat here." He said, pausing in front of a corner tavern. It was next to a main road, so it allowed for some decent views of the city and the flow of traffic.
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