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Azi Demonica

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Much weight rolled off Dalhover’s shoulders. “Holy King, Prince Leon, thank you both for correcting me. I should have controlled my suspicions. More importantly, I believe the Mistress of Metal comes, now my time for silence...”

11-Jan-2022 08:54:15

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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Chloelle laughs in amusement, her eyes sparkling. "

One can be raised to enjoy the environment they were born in. I do not know any other life. I must seem quite pathetic in your eyes, right? I understand life has not been kind to you.

" She glances around at her siblings for a moment, before returning her attention to him.

"I hope that can change now that you are here, hm?"

She pauses upon being called by the goblin servant.

"Ah, of course. Forgive me, Reynar. We will speak later, yes? I'll see you in the throne room.

" She dips her head in acknowledgement and gives a little wave with a smile, before stepping away towards the closed doors. She takes a moment to close her eyes, breathe deeply, and then opens her eyes to step forward through the double doors - a warm smile on her face as she enters the throne room.

"Princess Chloelle of House Arenar, Secondborn Scion of King Yareth of House Arenar! The Flower of Alyssium! Recognised for her work in aiding the fabric and fashion industries - providing jobs for many - and most recently opening a school for young children of the commonfolk!"

Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

11-Jan-2022 09:45:24

NotFishing

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The Throne Room

Princess Chloelle's introduction was greeted by applause, cheers, and many admiring glances. As was the custom, she was to walk the entire length of the room, which take a great deal of time, and come to a stop by her sister who stood before the throne. There, she was to curtsey before her father. The dozen or so guards who had been surrounding it earlier had parted. Dalhover and Leon still stood on either side of the throne, but both men knew that they had no leave to speak.

The King rose to his feet. "The two daughters of my first wife," he said. "It is a pity that she cannot be here with us," he said, though both princesses knew him well enough to know that most of that grief was feigned. From afar, it seemed like nothing was amiss, but Chloelle could not miss the fact that Derene tensed slightly.

"You have both grown to be very fine women," the King continued. "Your mother would be proud." That part was most likely true, but coming from him, it somehow seemed less genuine. Despite this, many in the crowd nodded solemnly.

"You honour us, father," Derene said. The words came out slightly forced, but the King seemed oblivious. Was there anything Chloelle wished to say?

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The Antechamber

"A pity," Roland lamented as Chloelle entered the throne room. "I didn't have a chance to ask her if she could introduce me to any of her friends." Then his eyes flicked to Adrienne. "Say, I don't suppose you would have any I might be interested in?" The mischievous glint in his eye made it unclear how serious he was being.

"Brother..." Gallus warned. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

11-Jan-2022 14:01:53

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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With graceful, methodical steps, Chloelle makes her way through the middle of the throne room, the pearls and gems decorating her dress glimmering and glinting in the bright light, as if the night sky itself carries her forth. Her head held high, she travels forward until she reaches her sister's side.

In what appears to be a respectful silence, she listens to the King's speech - noticing her sister's momentary tension. After the King falls silent, she delicately raises her skirts only slightly as she dips into a regal curtsey.

"This humble daughter greets His Majesty, the sun of Tavia,

" she answers smoothly with a bright smile, unflinching. "

May your reign be long and filled with good health."

She straightens up once more, that same bright smile unmoving. "

Thank you for your kindness. I am certain mother would thank you for taking good care of us so that we can grow up well."

Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

11-Jan-2022 14:13:27

Mar

2023

Bluefirecan

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Unsurprisingly, many of her siblings pushed aside the elf's empathic call. Reynar, even, took a moment to acquaint himself with the feeling before fully shutting her out. Flynn, ever reliable, accepted her tug, as did Ria, so she satisfied herself to know that at least some of her siblings were in a similar emotional state as herself. Adrienne gratefully accepted the hug from Flynn. As she let go, Chloelle was called into the throne room. The beautiful dress her sister wore shimmered as she stepped into the other room, and the doors opened for but a moment as her sister stepped through.

The second the doors were closed, Roland was already back to his usual demeanor. He made a crass comment about Chloelle's friends, then rounded on Adrienne. Though it was unclear immediately whether he was joking, Adrienne did not care to use her empathic abilities to find out. When Gallus warned Roland to back off, Rie calmly held her hand up to signal that he need not worry.

"Roland, I have many friends you'd be interested in."

The elf's lips quirked into a slight smirk, before she added,

"Unfortunately for you, none of them would reciprocate that interest."

Adrienne stepped toward Princess Eva, wanting to at least exchange greetings before the young princess was called into the throne room. She knew she would be much later in the order, due to the nature of her birth.

"Evvie! Are you doing okay? I was so worried about you and then you were presumed dead..."

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11-Jan-2022 14:55:18

NotFishing

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The Throne Room

"Indeed," the King nodded. "Now then, go join the festivities. It is time for the rest of your siblings to be seen in."

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The Antechamber

"Prince Flynn," the goblin servant said quietly, so that she would not interrupt the other conversations in the room. "Your presence is next requested." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

11-Jan-2022 15:22:19

George Rozas

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Releasing the hug Flynn turned his head to the servant who entered and requested Derene's presence. It seemed time for private words was running short as the eldest sibling made her entrance - the prince knew he would be the third called, should the court stick to tradition, and thus found himself with only a minute or so at most. Far from enough time to greet everyone properly. Still, with them all here in the capital there should be plenty of chances for that afterwards.

" Well, I suppose once does count as every time at the moment, " He replied to Ariadne with a chuckle, doing as he had for Adrienne and stepping forwards to warmly embrace the other twin. " I've met a number of your subordinates out there - they've shaped up a lot compared to the greasy old flounders that I used to see. I find that a more impressive accomplishment than carrying a big dusty rock back here. " Sure, the stone was perhaps the key to unlocking great swathes of ancient history and their languages, but whipping the decrepit old military into shape? To Flynn that was far harder task.

As he pulled back Chloelle had already disappeared into the next room, prompting a small sigh from the prince - he had no time to speak with anyone else, it seemed. Mere moments later the servant returned and spoke his name; time for his 'grand entrance'.

" I'm looking forwards to seeing how many of these snooty old bastards still hold a grudge after so long, " He commented low enough for just Ariadne to hear, giving her a wink as he adjusted his coat and made for the double doors.

" Prince Flynn Arenar, Thirdborn Scion of King Yareth of House Arenar. The Black Prince! Recently returned from an expedition into the Western Wastes as the discoverer of the Kalodar Stone! " Declared the chamberlain as Flynn walked into the hall, coat flared back and expression turned to a cool smile - cutting a sharp figure as he returned to the eyes of the court for the first time in 16 years. I am Inferi.

11-Jan-2022 15:59:36

Apr

2016

Taleisin

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Even with the short response given to her, Chloelle bows her head and glances aside at her older sister - offering a firmer smile.

"Sister, we should not take up any more of father's time - shall we greet our guests?"

She asks pleasantly, turning to begin approaching a nearby group of nobility - mostly ladies from other Houses and their vassals.

"Greetings, it gladdens my heart to see you all come here at the behest of His Majesty,"

she announces cheerfully.

"Thank you for being here with us on this most momentous occasion."

She falls into conversation with them quite naturally, partly keeping an eye out for the announcement of her brother. Although she was born before him, there was something about him that came across as being older than her. It made occasions like this feel just a little odd. But from the happy and welcoming expression she wears, you would not know such thoughts dwelled in her mind.

Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.

11-Jan-2022 16:26:57 - Last edited on 11-Jan-2022 18:27:03 by Taleisin

Fysyx

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She had gotten through the gates without much issue. A guard had commented on her uncanny resemblence to the late Young Princess, but resemblence is not a criminal offense, and she was let into the capital without hassle. Once there, Eva started working out her plan. She would lay low in the city for a few days until the heir was announced, and then act from there, playing it by ear, as it were. Maybe if there were a parade she could see her family, if from afar. She would love a chance to speak with Flynn - it would pain him, but he could probably keep a secret - but even if she saw him on his way out of the city, there would be no chance to speak with him. But what to do before the news is announced?

Eva suddenly realized that this might be the last time in her life that she visits Alyssium. This was unsettling. When she had left on the expedition, she hadn't expected to not return; she had never properly said goodbye. Her entire journey took on a new sense of urgency. What places would she visit? What old friends - of those that could be trusted to keep quiet - should she see? She sensed out old friends using her magic. Most of the family was somewhere near the castle. Barbara, her childhood friend, was still in the city, but she couldn't tell exactly where - she would revisit this and try to find her later, when things were clearer. Something came to her attention: the old tavern, The Golden Butterfly, up in the Maritain District near the castle. She had gone there in her youth the escape the palace air, explore the city on her own terms. She would go there and work out her course of action. 404 SIGNATURE NOT FOUND

11-Jan-2022 21:06:55

Fysyx

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Despite having lived in the capital for over 20 years, she was remarkably unfamiliar with its layout. She was eventually able to make it to the the Maritain District using her excellent navigation abilities. As she stepped inside The Golden Butterfly, it was like entering some other world. In some ways, it was like stepping back into her own memory. The decor was the same. The smell, slightly floral, was the same. But it was in other ways unrecognizable. Everyone looked so old. She felt out of place here, but for different reasons than in her youth. When she was young, she came here to interact with commoners, but now that she'd been off in the hinterlands for years, she had not merely interacted with, but lived with commoners. The people in this room would've looked down on people she had come to see as friends. She could tell because she could feel their eyes looking down on her. She wore plain traveler's clothes. She didn't belong here, among the lesser nobles and merchants.

She certainly didn't belong here as she met the gaze of Prince Gallus. What was he doing here? A moment of panic - both had seen a ghost - and she turned to the door. It was too late. She could feel him moving closer. He caught her just before she left into the streets. It was time to come home.

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11-Jan-2022 21:07:25

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