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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 17:31:42 GMT -5
Elijah gazed at Selma with worried eyes as she seemed to go to another world. He raised a brow and bit his lower lip, he could hear the foot strikes falling closer and closer. Then suddenly Selma stated her plan, told him to trust her. “Of course...” He spoke as he allowed her to pull him into the hallway. He noticed how unsteady she was and his brows pulled together. “Selma...” He rushed after her as she sped up. Then as she breathlessly spoke that they had to scale the wall his eyes widened. She was in no condition to scale the wall. “I’m not so...” The bricks parted then and he reached forward to steady her her expression filled with awe. He found himself looking into the eyes of the strange man. He was frozen for a few moments as she watched Selma climb into the carriage. He didn’t trust this man, what was it that he wanted with Selma? Now he was saving her? The prince let out a heavy breath as he climbed into the carriage. His eyes glanced to the wall as it closed up just as he pulled to carriage door shut.
Elijah sat close to Selma his eyes stared to the man, he looked to the woman next to him. Introductions came and shock drove across his face. His enemy sat across from him. The man that the king of Phesa swore to defeat, to kill and string up before all of Phesa to see. Elijah wanted to end the war though. Was this his chance perhaps? No one knew what the king of Rhale looked like. That was the trouble. His father had sent several scouts to Rhale to spy and try to uncover the man’s identity. The scouts never returned. If they did return...they were no longer among the living…
The prince shifted in his seat and cleared his throat slightly. “You act as though you know so much of myself. So much of Selma. I could understand you knowing my name, by whereabouts and much of anything you’d like to know of me since I am the prince. However, knowing Selma...even just the simple fact that you know her name is unsettling. She is a servant, most refer to servants as such because the upper class believes they are above even calling a servant by their given name...” Elijah paused a moment as he looked dead in the eyes of Lord Tudor. “So tell me, Lord, why are you so interested in Selma?” He then paused a moment. “Do you know of these visions? Were you the cause?” He nodded slightly, “Did you cast a spell to alter our realities and cause such confusion?” He leaned forward slightly. “Or have I truly gone mad?”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 3, 2019 18:36:32 GMT -5
Despite the obvious distrust and speculation as Elijah questioned the King's motivation the man remained seated, relax and smiling. "I understand your concern Prince Elijah and you have valid questions. Of course I would know you, as does everyone else on the continent, and it is because of that why I chose not to involve you initially. You asked if I was the one to cast the spell to give visions or altered perceptions but I'm afraid the person responsible for that is actually sitting next to you." He slid his gaze over to Selma who was still a little worse for wear. "Though I doubt she remembers doing it."
He sighed and leaned to the side to open a small hidden compartment in the side of the carriage. Inside was a decanter with a handful of small drinking glasses. "I know you think of me as your enemy Elijah but I can assure you am your greatest ally." He removed the decanter and a then the glasses and handed the glasses to his companion so she could aid him as he poured a sweet smelling amber liquid into each of them. "I'm going to tell you a little story and at the end you can choose to believe me or not." Once the four glasses were filled he passed them to everyone in the carriage, returned the decanter to the compartment, and then sipped the drink and smiled. "I am a very old man, though I know I probably dont look any older than your own father. I am old enough to remember when you two lived in my province and was an ally to Phesa. A very long time ago, I assure you. You two actually were the reigning power here, not a King or Queen but powerful in your own right. When those blasted bracelets were invented you opposed their use and ultimately paid the ultimate price for speaking out. Before you died, Lady Selma, you created a spell that would bring the two of you back. Though in a rush you couldn't determine when or where. I was starting to believe I wouldn't see the day when you came back." He paused and sipped his drink once more and gave a satisfied sigh and smile.
The entire time Selma listened she furrowed her brow and was trying to focus the best she could. "So, why help us?" She asked.
"Ah, because I still believe in your values and since you were my teacher in your past life I think I owe you that much. Elijah was the reigning Lord and guiding hand in politics for the srea while you were a master at the arcane and created several new magics. Have you been able to over power your bracelet yet? I doubt it could truly keep you fully restrained."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 19:12:07 GMT -5
Elijah was silent as the man spoke. His eyes never left him and though he accepted the drink, he refused to drink it. A past life? Elijah was a ruling lord of politics? In what world was this? Rhale was not the enemy of Phesa? He shook his head slightly as he tried to wrap his mind around it. He glanced to Selma, she was the one to cast the spell? It seemed odd. But as he spoke more of their demise things began to make sense. The prince leaned back and he looked to Lord Tudor once again. A laugh came over her lips. “Oh she’s overpowered it, a few times, yes.” He nodded. “The only one I’ve ever seen do such a thing.” He sighed softly. “So in our past life we were opposed to the bracelets. Interesting, I hate the damn things.” He glanced to Selma. “That was one of my plans when I become king, to remove the bracelets. To change the way that Phesa functions….” He finally took a sip of his drink and nodded slightly. He’d waited until Tudor and his right had took a drink.
The prince thought for a moment. “So if we share the same beliefs...” He let out a breath and then laughed. “I can’t even believe I am saying this to the King of Rhale….how is it that we will help each other? I had planned to push to end the war between our countries. The trade between us would bring both of us wealth. Getting rid of the bracelets would also allow the lower class to thrive. I believe in allowing my people to find peace instead of living in constant fear. Even Selma...if I move the wrong way is in fear of being beaten. That should never be the case. We call them servants, yet slave would be the more proper term. They aren’t paid anything but food and a roof over their head. That is simply to ensure that they are well enough to perform their daily tasks.” He sighed, “I’ve never agreed with such barbaric behavior.” He nodded then, “So what do you propose then, King Tudor?”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 3, 2019 20:07:41 GMT -5
Tudor nodded his head when Elijah mentioned his dislike for the mana-draining contraptions. "The bracelets are the problem and a complicated one at that. To be able to do anything about it though I think it will require you to be on the throne, Your Highness. My original plan was to take Selma away, remove her bracelet and restore her power, then when you ascended to Kingship have the two of you meet. It would be complicated for the royal family to deal with but would refrain from causing an all out war, as I fear we have just done." He sighed and finished his drink then placed it back in the compartment. "It seems I'll be supplying you with an army to fight against your own family Elijah. I hope you're prepared for that."
He turned his gaze back to Selma and gave her a gentle smile with pity showing in his eyes. "We will discuss more later. After we are in a bit safer area. I don't think Selma can take much more before she slips into sleep during our conversation. She may have been born into servitude in this life but there's no other woman I respect more than her."
Maurine reached out to Selma and brushed her fingertip along her cheek. At first Selma flinched and seemed as if she were going to turn away from the woman's touch, but as Maurine uttered the word "Sleep" Selma simply slumped in her seat and leaned to where she was laying against Elijah's side. "The spell with help her sleep dreamlessly so that she might rest easier." Maurine assured Elijah with a small smile and then sat back in her own seat with her hands folded in her lap.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 20:39:42 GMT -5
As Tudor spoke the realization swept over Elijah’s mind. The war. This most certainly would cause a war. He would be labeled a traitor. He was last seen running toward the palace and now he was missing. Or would his father believe he had been kidnapped? Either way it wouldn’t end well for the kingdom. He knew the queen would stop at nothing and Melanie fell into that same category. He looked to Selma a few times during the conversation. The exhaustion could easily be seen on her face. Fighting the bracelet with her magic, it wasn’t a small feat. When Tudor asked if he was prepared to fight against his own people Elijah gave a slight nod. “Even if I am not prepared to do such a thing, does that really matter?” He questioned and raised a brow. “It seems that fate has chosen this path for me, many of the guard are as corrupt as the queen herself. I imagine even if I took the throne without issues that I would have met quite the resistance from many of the upper class...not to mention Melanie had already cast a spell on me so that she may control me. I would have never released the lower class from the bracelets. I would have forever been in a loop that Melanie chose, as a puppet.”
The prince leaned back and sighed heavily. In that moment Maurine had cast the spell upon Selma. His lips parted and he drew his brows together. As she leaned against him his eyes fluttered slightly.
Elijah sat on a wooden deck. His arm was wrapped around someone, his head leaned upon their head. A tune hummed over his lips as he gazed to the setting sun. Elijah looked down and kissed the top of Selma’s head then as he rubbed her arm. She had fallen asleep against him. His smile was warm as he continued humming the tune. It sounded much like a lullaby, familiar as if he’d sang it to her often.
Elijah sat up straight for a moment as he came from the vision. He stared ahead a moment. “Good, she needs rest.” He muttered. He shifted slightly and wrapped his arm around her. It felt as though he’d done it a thousand times, a soft smile curved up his lips. “It is strange.” He spoke as he looked to Tudor. “These feelings. It all feels new and yet it feels as though this is normal, to have her at my side. I didn’t have these feelings until she became my servant...and I suddenly started seeing these visions.” He let out a sigh, “How long ago were we….um….killed? I saw how it happened...the fire...I felt the flames...” He fell quiet as he thought about it.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 3, 2019 20:51:55 GMT -5
Tudor and Maurine saw the distant look in Elijah's eye, but said nothing as he experienced the event. "They're memories." Tudor told him. "Each vision actually took place and your spirits are returning them to the forefront of your minds. A detail Selma added to her spell, but as I said it wasn't completed or perfect so it's probably going to take a long time for them to completely stop, if they ever do. A lifetime is a lot to remember." When Elijah asked how long it had been Tudor sighed and closed his eyes to think. "About six centuries I believe. If my memory serves." He chuckled. "Time stars to blur together over the years. The fire was unfortunate, but luckily your killer allowed the flames to extinguish after your deaths and allowed your loyal followers to live. By the time he realized his folly it was to late."
A short silence fell over them. "It is interesting though. I would have thought your experiences in this life would have shaped you a bit differently than in your previous lives. A different way of thinking, acting, or even feelings towards each other. It seems you've picked up exactly where you left off though. Honestly you even still look the same way you did all those years ago." He frowned a bit as he looked at Selma. "How is her health?" He finally asked. "She was always pretty sickly and was often forced to remain indoors for days at a time. I was hoping that ailment would not be carried over as well."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 21:23:58 GMT -5
Elijah rubbed Selma’s arm just as he had in the memory as he listened to Tudor speak. “Memories.” He let out a soft chuckle. “To think that the memories that I have shared with Selma are much happier than any memory I have of this life. Growing up with the queen...” He grit his teeth slightly then shook his head. It was then that Tudor brought up an illness that Selma had in her previous life. He blinked a few times and shook his head. “I...I am not sure...” He glanced to the top of her head that he had pulled against his chest. “What was it that she had?” He asked softly as he lifted his eyes to look to Tudor. “Can’t it be healed?” His heart was speeding within his chest with worry.
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It took several hours of travel of which Elijah had been silent. He held Selma as memories came to him. Dinner. Laughter. Plucking flowers for her. Even the simple smell of her, the perfume that she wore. He remembered more and more. His head lulled to the side and leaned against hers as they bumped down the roadway. It wasn’t until the carriage stopped that Elijah’s eyes opened. He yawned lightly as he rubbed his eyes. He glanced out the window to the beautiful castle walls that rose high into the sky. Rhale was a beautiful city filled with wealth. Phesa was well off, but it was well off because of the bracelets, without the bracelets it would have flourished even more. Rhale was an example of how the upper and lower class could work together. It was a different kind of city. One that Phesa despised.
The prince scooped Selma into his arms as he climbed from the carriage. The moon was high in the sky. Tudor looked to Elijah and gave a smile, “I have a guest chamber for you, of course.” He spoke as he led them inside the luxurious castle. Elijah looked around to the beautiful sculptures and artwork as they passed. Guards and royals alike that walked the halls, all eyes were on him and Selma. “Here you are, get some rest, we will talk more in the morning, hm?”
Elijah gave a nod, “Of course, thank you for the hospitality King Tudor.” He bowed his head as he carried her inside. He carefully lay Selma on the bed before he sat down on the edge. He brushed a bit of hair from her face and sighed softly. “It’s not going to be...easy...” He sucked in a breath, “But hopefully this time around we come out on the right side...”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 3, 2019 21:44:05 GMT -5
Tudor gave a helpless shrug. "I'm not sure what ailed her. When I asked she told me not to worry about it. From what I found out later she and no one else knew the cause either. The thing about healing magic is you have to know what it is you're healing and without knowing a cause it became to difficult to accomplish."
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When they arrived at Rahle though it was the middle of the night many people of the castle where waiting up for their monarch's return. Though Selma had slept the entire ride when they arrived and Elijah cradled her in his arms she stirred slightly as the spell's effects started to wear off. She heard feint voices and was partially aware that she was being moved. She lacked the ability to do much about it though and honestly she didn't care and only wanted to slip back into the dreamless sleep she had been enjoying. It wasn't until she no longer felt the movement and heard Elijah's familiar voice that she managed to open her eyes and blink a few times as her mind registered the environment around her.
No longer was she in a carriage across from the King of Rahle but laying against something very soft and warm. She felt as if she were sinking into the fabric and pushed up against it just enough to lift her head up off the pillow it had been laid upon. All around her were soft, plush blankets and sheets like back in royal palace and for a moment she feared she had been brought back and was somehow in a worse situation. It wasn't until she recognized that it was Elijah sitting on the edge of the bed that she managed to relax somewhat. "Where are we?" She asked in a groggy voice. "What happened to Tudor?" She glanced around but didn't see anything else around them in the room. The room was also very unfamiliar to her and even the architecture was very different.
She moved to sit up in the bed and get a better look of her surroundings and to get her barrings. As she did so she noticed that her skirt was incredibly dirty and so were her arms and legs. The day's events had left her a bit of a mess with being in the dungeons and the flight from the palace. "I'm going to get this beautiful bed dirty." She muttered to herself and moved as if she were going to get up.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 3, 2019 22:05:49 GMT -5
“We are in Rhale at the castle. Lord Tudor has been kind enough to place us in a guest room. Tomorrow we will speak more of what will be done...” He paused a moment and moved before her, his hands gently upon her shoulders. “Selma you’re exhausted.” He spoke as he gazed into her eyes. He gave a soft sigh, she wouldn’t sleep like this. “Just wait here a minute hm?” He brushed his thumb over her cheek before he stepped away. He walked into the beautiful attached bathroom. The tile floor were gloriously done, the tub had golden feet. Elijah gathered water and warmed it before he came back in. “My lady.” He bowed before her. “A bath has been drawn for you, just the perfect temperature. Just how you like it.” He stood with a smile upon his lips. He scooped her up into his arms. “Did I add that you’re not allowed to walk to the bath?” He stepped forward to the bathroom and he carefully set her on the edge of the tub. Elijah searched her eyes a moment. “Let’s get you feeling better hm?” He helped her slip from her dress and he lowered her into the water. It was as if he’d done it before. More than once. Elijah remembered several times that he’d slipped her into a warm bath when she couldn’t walk. His mind began to race, how sick was she? His brows furrowed slightly as he wondered why he wasn’t able to figure out what illness she’d had.
Elijah scrubbed her back as he leaned his forehead against the side of her head. He began to hum the tune from the memory as he did so. After he’d scrubbed the dirt from her he gave a gentle smile. “Let me find you something to wear, hm?” He slipped from the room and soon he came back and helped her from the bath where he wrapped a towel around her. He helped her slip into a silk gown, something only royals wore in Phesa. He then carried her back to the bed and sat on the edge. He ran his fingertips through her hair and gave a gentle smile. “Better?” He asked softly before he tucked the blankets around her gently.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 3, 2019 22:26:06 GMT -5
When Elijah placed his hands upon her shoulders Selma stopped her movement and looked up to him with an expression that told she was trying to think of something to say. Back home she wouldn't have let him prevent her from doing what she thought was her own duty, but after today she wasn't quite sure what to make of anything. So instead of offering protest and insisting on taking care of herself she let him walk away from her while she sat obediently on the edge of the bed to wait. Of course she couldn't help but to lean to the side and try to look into the bath when she heard water running. When he came back she watched him and held onto him as he picked her up and carried her to the bath.
She felt her cheeks warm when he assisted her with her dress but at the same time she knew he had probably seen her bare hundreds if not thousands of times. "I.. I can wash myself.." She stated in a small voice of protest but as she felt him run the cloth along her back while she sat in the warm water she gave a shiver and closed her eyes.
The song he hummed to her sparked another flood of visions within her mind. Soft, intimate scenes of the pair when they were out of the public eye. She remembered how often he would help brush her hair or assist her with trivial tasks while humming the soothing tune. Pleasant memories but she also got the feeling that something was off about them. A hint of sadness or distress on the fringes. Normally she would have thought hand maidens would help a noble with such tasks but perhaps it was because it was a different time. Then again she also knew that for some reason there was more to it.
When her bath was finished and he fetched a silk gown for her she shivered slightly at the feeling of the cloth against her clean skin. She had handled the garments dozens upon dozens of times but never been allowed to do much else than clean them or lay them out on a bed for someone else. Wearing the garment she understood why others had cherished it so much. "Much better, thank you." She told him as one of her rare, genuine smiles touched her lips as she gently pulled his arm to get him to sit next to her on the bed.
Looking down at her own arm she saw the silver bracelet that was still on her wrist and gently touched the device as she recalled the sensation that had come over her when it was removed by the King. "So, what now?" She asked and gave a soft sigh. "A servant and a Prince ran away from the palace to an enemy nation. Where does that leave us?" She wanted to ask a more direction question of what did they mean for her. She wasn't sure what to do with herself. She remembered vague memories of what she did in her past life but they felt far enough away that she didn't feel like she could just step back into that life. So was she truly a servant? noble? or something in between?
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 8:56:15 GMT -5
Elijah gave a gentle smile as Selma pulled him to sit next to her on the bed. It was familiar in a way, yet his heart bound within his chest. When she asked the question his smile faded slightly and he let out a breath. “Now we work with the King of Rhale. There is something to be said for the memories that we are having...” He drew his brows together slightly. “The feelings.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “This is the moment to break the tradition of the bracelets upon the lower class.” He nodded. “Phesa will be not full of fear, it will thrive without this suppression.” He had thought about the moment of removing all of the bracelets since he was young. He hated the things, he hated his own mother for how cruel she was. He took in a deep breath as he looked to her. “We were a part of nobility in our past lives...you shouldn’t be a servant, Selma.” He gazed into her eyes a long moment. “I couldn’t allow that, especially now that I know more of these visions...that they are real...”
The prince paused a moment in thought his eyes drifted away to the window that showed a view of the city and the beautiful clear skies. Lord Tudor had spoken of the illness that Selma had, the thought of it was gnawing away at his mind. Elijah looked back to her, his thumb ran along the back of her hand as he gave a gentle smile. “Selma...” He searched her eyes. “Have you been ill? Without reason...an illness that you do not understand?” He questioned softly. “Lord Tudor spoke that in our previous life you were in fact very ill. But that you brush it off...and no one truly knew what ailed you.” He shifted slightly, “He said that the spell was never perfected, it was never truly finished. Perhaps because of your illness and the fact that we ran out of time...he also said that he hoped this illness hadn’t followed you into this life...but I don’t even know where to begin to understand if it has or has not...” Elijah sighed softly as his eyes drifted away once again.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 9:44:03 GMT -5
Selma blinked for a moment when Elijah asked if she was sick. She couldn't remember the last time she was sick and none of her memories that she had recovered yet were of her being ill. Of course she had only seen bits and pieces so it was possible that she just didn't have those memories yet. It was something that Elijah was apparently worried about though as he looked to her and she heard the concern in his voice. "No, I'm not sick." She reassured him. "I hardly ever get sick either." She gave him a small smile to try and ease his worries. "I would hope that illnesses wouldn't be brought over to a new life. That would be awful."
Her eyes shifted down to their joined hands and how comfortable it was to be sitting next to him. No matter how many times they had sat like this in the past or how many times more they would sit next to each other she would never get over the butterflies that filled her stomach and how her heart pound in her chest. As he looked away from her she leaned against him and placed her head against his shoulder and gave a soft sigh. "So I guess.. tomorrow we'll be meeting a lot of people most likely?" It would be very different to be included in discussions that weren't just about if the floors were clean. She didn't have anything to add to such conversations from this life and would have to heavily rely on her memories and wit. Hopefully that was enough.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 10:19:29 GMT -5
Elijah smiled when she spoke that she was hardly ever sick. “Good.” A sigh of relief came over his lips. He wrapped his arm around her when she leaned against him and he took in a breath.
Elijah stood upon a balcony his hands gripped the cold stone as he looked out over the city that was filled with flickering lanterns. “My lord?” A man’s voice asked as he stepped forward.
Elijah glanced to the man, one of the nobles of his past. “Ah Davis, good to see you good man.” He flashed a smile as he turned and leaned his back against the railing. “To what do I owe the honor?” He asked curiously. “Shouldn’t you be enjoying the festivities with the others?” He crossed his arms slightly. There was a tension that seemed to raise within the air.
The man took in a breath and a chuckle came over his lips. “I cannot enjoy the festivities when I know that my own right hand does not agree with these.” He lifted a silver bracelet and twirled it around his finger. “Why are you so against it Elijah?” He questioned. “You’ve never been so against anything before. Why this?”
Elijah took in a breath as he raised a brow. “I’ve spoken against plenty of things before, Davis. Though this one I refuse to back down from. You do realize that you will be enslaving all of the lower class?” He questioned, his eyes locked upon him. “In all definitions of the term. They will be helpless and dependent upon us.”
“That is the glory of it.” Davis grinned. “Can’t you see?” He asked as he pat his shoulder. “No more lower class pushing against us to change. No, they will beg for mercy. We will have full control over them.”
Elijah huffed slightly, “And what happens when they break the bracelets off and rise against the upper class, hm? What will you do then?” His eyes were serious as he looked to the man.
“Elijah, this isn’t a matter that you can argue. It is happening. With or without your consent.” Davis spoke plainly.
“If the council does not have approval from all members, this will not go through.” Elijah shot back as he turned toward the man.
“Only one seems to disapprove.” Davis watched him, his look was dangerous in a way, threatening. “Out of 10.” He tilted his head slightly. “Would you wager to change your answer if I told you it would save your wife’s life?” He questioned.
Elijah immediately gripped the man around his throat his eyes filled with anger. “Do not threaten my wife.” He snapped as he slammed him against the wall. But as he did this Davis’ body disintegrated into smoke. “What...” Elijah spoke as he glanced around.
“I knew I couldn’t trust you. So quick to kill someone. Hm?” Davis spoke with a chuckle. Two other mages stood at his sides. “Take him.” He ordered. “No need to be gentle.” He grinned then.
Elijah shook his head slightly as he returned to reality. He held Selma a bit more tightly as the sadness overwhelmed him. Was it his fault entirely that they died? He’d pushed back too much...he was silent for a long moment before he gave a gentle smile. “We will meet plenty of new people tomorrow.” He turned and gazed into her eyes. “Not to worry, I’ll help guide you. I’m certain that Lord Tudor has fine clothing you and I both can wear.” He smiled. “To see you in colorful clothing.” He nodded. “You will look beautiful in it.” He took in a deep breath, the exhaustion could be seen in his eyes. “We should rest.” He brushed a bit of hair from her eyes. “You need to rest.” Without thinking about the action Elijah leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss upon her lips. Just as he would have in the past. When he pulled back he bit his lip slightly. “Sorry...” He let out a long breath. “The memories...I...” He shook his head then. “I’ll try to reel myself in, I’m certain that the boundaries that have been broken today have made you quite uncomfortable.” He stood and straightened his jacket slightly. The prince then moved to a closet and thumbed through the clothing to find something that he could wear to sleep. He disappeared into the bathroom to clean himself up.
When Elijah returned he wore a simple white tunic and black pants. He walked across the cool floor to the bed where he slipped beneath the blankets and lay upon his back as he stared to the ceiling. “This whole thing is crazy...isn’t it?” He asked softly before a small yawn came over his lips. “But...I’ll gain the throne and when I do...things will change...” He promised softly.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 12:08:18 GMT -5
Selma smiled as he wrapped his arm around her and her cheeks felt warm. As she closed her eyes her mind's eye opened and she was sitting in a room, that looked similar to the one she had been in a moment ago, and writing something on a scroll while she sat at a desk with a lamp burning next to her. She was completely focused on her task. Before her were many open scrolls with her own handwriting and covered with incantations in the ancient language she had only just remembered to speak. The incantations were complex and required many reagents and ritual elements. Though she couldn't quite remember the goal of the spell.
Then she jumped as she felt someone touch her shoulders and slide their hands down her arms.then smiled as she felt a chin rest upon her shoulder. "Working late again?" She heard Elijah's voice whisper into her ear.
"Just trying to get some stuff down on paper while I was thinking about it." She told him and leaned her head against his while her quill had paused mid-word.
She felt him shift and kiss the side of her head then he straightened his posture and only his hands remained on her shoulders. "Well, I'm turning in for the night. Dont stay up to late." He told her as he slipped away and she heard his footsteps walking away from her.
When Elijah kissed her lips she opened her eyes once more to bring her thoughts back to the present. It was true that her entire life had been turned upside down in the last 24 hours but when he pulled away from her she found herself longing for him to return to her side.
She watched as he climbed into the bed after washing up and changing clothes then climbed in next to him. This was another new sensation as she hadn't slept with anyone in the same bed since she was a child sleeping with her mother in their small home. Though it also felt right as she laid against him and draped her arm across his chest. "It is crazy and I'll help you take the throne. I think I remember some of the spells I was working on.." her voice grew quiet as she spoke then her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.
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In the morning Selma woke up as light streamed in through the windows and as her eyes opened up she temporarily forgot where she was as she looked at the strange ceiling above her. When she turned her head and saw Elijah still sleeping next to her she remembered and the corners of her lips turned up in a smile.
The sound of someone knocking on the door gently startled her as she looked past the foot of the bed just as the door opened up and a woman in a soft brown dress opened it and peeked inside. "Good morning M'Lord and Lady. I've brought you some breakfast." She said with a pleasant smile and entered the room with a tray of savory smelling foods upon it. The maid bringing them food wasnt what surprised Slema though. The first thing she noticed was the absence of a silver band on the woman's wrist. A servant had access to her mana. It was unheard of.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 12:22:45 GMT -5
Elijah couldn’t help but smile when she’d climbed into the bed next to him. Even though things had changed so drastically he found himself fond of the girl who snuggled against his side. He fell asleep more quickly than he ever had and it wasn’t until the warmth of the morning sun touched his cheeks that he opened his eyes. The movement of Selma next to him caused his eyes to flutter open as he looked to her. Moments later the servant had entered the room and his eyes looked to the woman as he sat slowly. “Thank you.” He gave a smile, “This looks wonderful.” He slipped from the bed and looked to Selma with a smile. His eyes moved to the bracelet upon her wrist. That would be the challenge, he didn’t have a key. Getting the band off of Selma would be one of the first steps to the journey he imagined. He walked over to the table and lifted a mug of coffee from the try and nodded to the servant. “Did Lord Tudor give you any directions for us?” He asked curiously.
The woman gave a smile, “Of course your majesty.” She spoke, she knew exactly who Elijah was. “M’lord has requested your presence once you and your noble lady has finished breakfast and gotten ready for the day. Will you be needing any assistance in such tasks?” She asked, the smile never broke. But it wasn’t force like much of the servants in Phesa it seemed to be genuine.
Elijah shook his head. “No we can manage just fine. Though, where is it that he would like us to meet him?” He questioned as he took a few sips from his coffee.
“In the gardens, it’s a lovely time of year, our flowers are at full bloom.” She spoke before she looked to Selma. “My lady, shall I assist you in anything? Your hair perhaps?” She asked with a kind smile.
Elijah looked to Selma a smile upon his lips. He knew this would take getting used to for Selma. Though he was quite interested in how she would look in the fancy attire of a noble. But on the other hand, he already knew how beautiful she was.
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