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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 12:35:55 GMT -5
Selma pushed the blankets off her legs and slowly climbed out of the bed. When her bare feet touched the cool stone floor she shivered slightly but smiled back at the maiden as she walked to join Elijah at the table. She listened to the instructions for them to meet Tudor when they had gotten ready and when the woman asked if she needed help getting ready she hesitated and glanced at Elijah as if he would save her from making the decision herself. When no help was forthcoming she looked back to the woman and shook her head. "No, I think I can manage." She told her with a polite smile. She wasnt quite ready to throw herself into the role of a noblewoman. Just the girl addressing her as such was a very strange notion.
The woman nodded her understanding and then dismissed herself and left them alone once more. Selma turned to Elijah and had a look of amazement coloring her expression. "She wasnt wearing a bracelet." She told him. "The commoners here dont have them?" She asked as she hadn't seen anyone else the previous night as she was still unconscious while he had carried her to the room.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 15:05:01 GMT -5
Elijah let out a soft chuckle when Selma turned down the help of the servant. He knew that would be her answer, but he figured that allowing her to make that decision would help push her toward understanding her new stature. When she pointed out the lack of a bracelet Elijah nodded. “That is one of the many reasons that Rhale became an enemy of Phesa when the bracelets were initiated. Any kingdom that refused to lock the lower class down and suck the life from them became an enemy to Phesa. Many kingdoms were conquered but Rhale and Valuta remain the only two kingdoms that refrain from the use of the device. In turn the two kingdoms became allied, but rather than striking and attempting to bring Phesa and all of its allies to their knees Rhale and Valuta have kept to themselves. If acted upon they retort, but other than that Rhale is a rather peaceful nation.” He gave a soft smile, “Quite the opposite of what the King and Queen of Phesa would want anyone to believe.”
Elijah ate a few bites of his food as he seemed to fall into thought. “Being a noble is quite different than the life of a servant.” He searched her eyes. “You’ll be asked to make decisions and those decisions have an affect on others.” He thought for a long moment, “Now, one way we can work around the fact that you were a servant is to expose that you are from Rhale. Descendant of a noble perhaps?” He pondered the idea a moment. “I’m sure that the Tudor can help us with that. It will also help our cause when I take the throne with you at my side. That is...if you’d agree to being at my side.” He gazed to her a long moment as he fell quiet once again. He bit his lip slightly. “You’re probably not ready for such an idea yet. I apologize.” He took a long drink from his coffee. “My realities are incredibly blurred with these memories and these feelings.” He looked down to his meal then and ate a few more bites.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 15:23:31 GMT -5
Selma thought about what Elijah said about Rahle and Valuta. They were peaceful nations. Yet her mother had told her how she had been kidnapped and impregnated by a Lord. The way she had told the story she never seemed happy about that fact or that it had been against her will. Then again she supposed that one bad Lord didn't mean the country as a whole acted in such a way. Then as Elijah spoke about her being a noble, her heritage and then joining him as he took the throne she glanced down at her food and moved it around on her plate with the fork. "I'm just as blurry as you are." She admitted and looked back up at him across the table. "It's not like I have somewhere else I want to be and though yes it does make me uncomfortable with the idea of having to make such decisions I would rather do that and stay by you than to have to watch you face Phesa alone."
She ate a couple bites of food and then gave a sigh. "I don't even know the name of the noble who was my father. My mother never told me so I don't know if that would be a good angle. He also died a long time ago and so it's unlikely that we would be able to find out without going back to my mother in Phesa and seeing if she would even be willing to utter his name, which I doubt." She turned her fork over between her fingers and sighed.
After eating a few more bites of her breakfast Selma got up from the table and went to explore the dresses and gowns that had been left for her in the wardrobe. Inside there were many different colors and fabrics. Each one more exquisite than the last. Eventually she picked an emerald green dress, simple but made of soft flowing fabric and hugged her form in a flattering manner. It had short sleeves to help with the summer heat and her neck line swooped down in to a modest plunge as did the back of the dress. Her hair she just brushed and left down to flow down her shoulders, her brown locks a bit wavy from sleeping. "This is going to take some getting used to." She admitted as she looked over herself in the mirror.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 15:53:58 GMT -5
Elijah watched her as she spoke. “I’m glad I’ll have someone at my side at least.” He let a soft smile curve up his lips. He was afraid she’d tell him no. It was a crazy idea to think that just a few days ago he didn’t even know her name, and yet he felt as though he’d known her for years. He began to wonder just how long he’d known her in this past life. He then sighed as she spoke of her father, “It doesn’t have to be true, you know?” He asked as he watched her closely. “This part is more for show than anything. Or perhaps there is more to the story than you know? Perhaps the story you were told was to keep you safe?” He shrugged slightly as he too stood from the table to find clothing.
Elijah dressed himself in a royal doublet that had a golden color that matched some of the trim upon Selma’s dress. The golden color brought out the color of his eyes which caused him to look more stunning than he had before in the plain tunic. It fit him almost perfectly as he attached his sword to his hip. He wore black pants and his leather boots that he’d cleaned every speck of mud from. The prince walked forward and smiled as he came up behind her, his hands rest upon her shoulders before they lightly ran down her arms, just as he had done in her memory. He kissed the side of her head before he rest his chin upon her shoulder as he leaned forward slightly. He gazed into the mirror. “A lot of things will take some time to get used to.” He smiled, “But getting used to the sight of a beautiful lady at my side?” He smirked as he gently hugged his arms around her waist. “I think I might be able to get used to that, especially since it’ll be you.” He dropped his arms from around her and took a step back then. “Ah wait.” He turned her toward him and gave a smirk. “You’re missing something.” He held his hand behind his back and a small bit of light came from it as he formed something from magic. He slowly brought his hand forward, “Just what you needed.” He smiled as he clipped a beautiful white rose into her hair.
Elijah nodded then as he took her hand. “Just follow my lead, hm?” He gave a gentle smile to her as he led her from the room. The prince glanced around as they left the bedroom and he walked through the halls, he took a few wrong turns here and there but eventually they found their way into the courtyard in the rear of the castle that led into the beautiful gardens. “This is incredible...” He spoke as he looked to the perfectly trimmed hedges, the flowers of all colors. “Stunning really...” He muttered as they wound through the gardens. He had the overwhelming feeling that he’d been here before. Yet, he couldn’t place it. The memory was not there for him to understand this feeling either. The prince led Selma forward to an empty stone table that sat beneath a gazebo in the center of the gardens. He glanced around and then looked to her with a gentle smile. “Hopefully we’ve found the right place, hm?” He gazed into her eyes a moment before he looked around to the beautiful flowers.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 18:21:48 GMT -5
As Elijah stood behind her Slema watched him in the mirror and smiled as he leaned into her. The tender touches and affectionate actions seemed so common place that Selma found comfort in them. Even from the little she remembered it was reassuring that he hadn't changed during all the years. She was keenly aware of the face though that the way he treated her and the way he had treated other women who desired his courtship was vastly different. Not that she could complain since the way he treated them was always as if he were simply playing a game with them.
As he lead them through the hallway Selma couldnt help but giggle a bit as they got lost a couple of times. She would try not to smile to much if he turned to look at her but it was slightly unavoidable. When they finally reached the garden Selma was left in awe at all the colors and sights of the garden. The fragrances that reached her nose were familiar and was like walking into your own room after being gone for an extended amount of time. As they walked the path she couldnt help but to reach out and touch one of the roses and marveled at its silky petals.
When they reached the gazebo Selma took the time to look around and observe their surroundings. She could hear birdsong and the smell of freshly turned earth underneath the flora was so pleasant she almost wished she would have brought a book to enjoy reading in the garden. The thought made her realize that she now possessed the ability to read though. She hadn't been taught in this lifetime but k we that if someone handed her any writing she could read it. It made her excited about the prospect of doing such a thing and made a mental note to find a book when they got a moment. "I'm sure this is right." She replied back to Elijah's statement and leaned against the table slightly with an excited gleam in her eyes. "Did you know I could read and write? I didnt know it, but apparently I could in our past lives and I remember how to do it."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 5, 2019 20:39:47 GMT -5
Elijah took in the surroundings as he listened to Selma speak. A smile curved up his lips. “Ah, I know just the book for you to read then.” He grinned as he looked to her. “If I remember correctly...” He blinked a few times as memories rushed into his mind.
Elijah stood with a wrapped square object in his hands. It was wrapped in brown paper, nothing too flashy and tied with a simple twill. He was younger, shorter. He was around 12 or 13 years old. His hair was cut short and combed to the side neatly by his mother. He walked up to the same home with the bright red painted door and knocked upon it a smile upon his lips. He held the book close to his body as he listened to footsteps on the other side of the door. Elijah looked up as the door opened and a familiar face stood in the doorway. Tudor stood before him a young gentleman. “Ah Elijah.” Tudor spoke with a smile. “What is it you have there?” He questioned with a knowing smile.
Elijah grinned brightly. “Lord Tudor, it’s Selma’s birthday...I um...I got her a present.” His heart pounded within his chest as he looked up to the man with hopeful eyes.
“Well then, you better come inside, hm?” He motioned for Elijah to step in. “What a thoughtful young man, your mother must be proud, hm? How is she doing?” He asked curiously.
Elijah frowned slightly, “She’s really sick...” He nearly whispered.
Lord Tudor placed his hand on Elijah’s back and he flinched slightly. “It’s alright boy, she will get better, hm? Selma!” He called the last word. “Elijah is here.”
Selma’s mother walked into the room first a towel in her hands, she had been cleaning the dishes. “Would you look at you, you just keep getting taller every time you come over.” She cupped Elijah’s cheek and then frowned slightly as she saw a bruise on jawline. She glanced to Lord Tudor who only gave a slight nod. She then stepped to him and kissed his cheek as she folded up the towel in her hands. “Dinner will be ready soon. Are you going to join us, Elijah? I’m sure Selma would enjoy your company.” She smiled.
Elijah nodded, “Oh I would love to stay for dinner, Mrs. Tudor.” He grinned brightly and excitement lit up in his eyes.
“I’ll set the table for 4 then.” She smiled as she walked off into the kitchen and dining area.
Elijah glanced up the stairs as Selma came running down them in a beautiful green dress. She was small and her hair was curled into beautiful tassels that bounced as she came to Elijah and Lord Tudor’s side. She looked to the book and her cheeks flushed pink.
“This is for you.” Elijah grinned as he held it forward. “Happy Birthday, Selma.”
Selma took it and giggled happily, “Thank you!” She pulled at the wrapping.
“Why don’t you wait until after dinner?” Lord Tudor spoke.
“Father...can’t I open it?” Selma begged as she looked up to him.
Elijah grinned as he stepped forward, “You can open it with all your other presents.” He smiled before he gazed into her eyes, “It’ll make it even better if you wait.” He smiled, his own cheeks were pink, nervousness rose in his body.
Elijah came back to with a shocked look in his eyes. He stared to Selma a long moment. His hand had still been holding hers. “Did you see…?” He asked nearly breathless. He glanced as he heard footsteps approaching.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 5, 2019 21:52:45 GMT -5
The memory, besides it's dark realization, was happy. A birthday celebration and it showed just how long Elijah and Selma had known each other during their past lives. It made Selma smile as the images flashed before her eyes though her mind lingered on the bruise along Elijah's cheek until the voice of the man who had been speaking to both of them. Looking up she saw the face of Tudor who looked a bit younger than he did currently but he smiled brightly at the two youths before him. As the memory fade she nodded to Elijah and turned to see Tudor and Maurine walking around the corner. Dressed in fine linens and carrying a glass of wine.
"Good you found our meeting place. I was concerned that you might get lost." He said and gave a chuckle before walking up the couple of steps and sitting on one of the stone benches.
"Were you.." Selma began as her eyes searched Tudor's features. Looking over him now she could see similarities between them too that had not been apparent before. "My father?"
Tudor's jovial smile waned a bit and became a bit more solemn as he looked to the pair. "Ah, a memory finally make its way back to your minds?" He asked and looked down at his wine glass for a moment. "Yes, well, I guess it was only a matter of time. When the both of you died I managed to find some spells Selma had been working on and found one for everlasting life. Perhaps it was from your search to find the cure for your ailment but regardless of the reason I took the parchment and completed the ritual. Of course such magic doesn't come without a cost, eh?" He smiled again and sipped his wine. "I can't use magic anymore, which is why Maurine remains by my side. All of my mana goes to keeping me alive." He shrugged. "Crude but does the job, and now you're back. Once Elijah take's Phesa's throne then perhaps this tired old fool can finally rest, hmm?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 6, 2019 19:22:33 GMT -5
Elijah looked to the king as he approached. He offered a hesitant smile, why wouldn’t Tudor tell them? Why did he wait until their memories returned? What dark cloud hung over the story that he didn’t wish to tell them? He watched as Selma questioned the man and as the smile disappeared from Tudor’s expression Elijah drew his brows together slightly. The prince watched him a long moment as he told them how he’d survived for such a long time. A spell. A blood magic spell Elijah assumed. He took in a breath as his arms crossed over his chest. It was clear that he felt uneasy around the king now, his eyes never left the man, unless he looked to Maurine whom he looked up and down. Trust wasn’t an easy thing to come by. “Why wouldn’t you tell us?” He asked finally after several seconds of silence. “It would have made much more sense if you would have revealed who you were as to why you were so interested in Selma.”
The prince fell quiet again then as he took in a breath. “So what is the plan? You’ve had such a long time to think about it. Over the years as the kings of Phesa have changed I’m certain that your plan has shifted but the ultimate end goal has always remained the same. I want to remove the bracelets from existence….just as you do, so tell me what you have planned.” His voice was almost as if he was accusing the king of something.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 6, 2019 20:05:46 GMT -5
Selma looked back to Elijah from Tudor as he spoke with an accusing tone. It was a bit odd that Tudor hadn't said something earlier, but maybe he had his reasons. When Elijah asked about the plan Tudor had in order to reclaim the throne everyone was looking at him as the tension in the air increased. "Yes, well.." Tudor began after clearing his throat. "My original plan never included Elijah being reincarnated as Phesa's prince." He admitted. "We have two courses of action which I wanted to get your opinion on. Either we simply mount a full scale attack against Phesa and force our way into the capital and take over the old fashion way. Or we send you back and you can claim you were kidnapped and you remove your father from the throne yourself. I'm sure you understand that the second option is far more dangerous and has a greater risk of failure. There are quite a few powers within the capital that would love to sink their claws into you, Elijah. It would also be ill advised for Selma to go back with you, for her own safety."
Hearing the plan Selma was less than impressed with the options. An all out war or suicide mission were not good plans. Surely there was another way. A more peaceful way where they didn't have to kill anyone. Then again it was possible that she was just being hopeful. "What about my bracelet?" She asked suddenly and held up her wrist with the silver band still clasped on it. "Were you planning on removing it?"
Tudor's smile touched his expression once more and gave a nod. "Indeed. I plan on removing it as soon as we are able. The problem isn't the actual removal but that it's a weening process. Going from wearing it to not is a very large transition that we find can actually send some people into shock. We have to lower the degree at which it drains you then eventually remove it all together." He motioned towards Maurine who stepped up to Selma and pulled another silver band from a pocket on her skirt. "Your arm, if you please." She told Selma and held out her hand.
When Selma held out her arm Maurine clasped the new bracelet on her wrist next to the old one and then quickly unclasped the old bracelet. Immediately Selma felt the different in draw from the new one. It was about half as much as normal and her head started to spin as the mana flowed more freely back through her. She felt drunk in a way and even swayed a bit in her seat as she tried to compensate for the feeling. "This is a weird feeling."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 9, 2019 18:55:35 GMT -5
Elijah drew his brows together as Tudor spoke of the two plans. Neither were very well planned like a game of chess. Both had a high rate of failure. Though before he could speak to the ideas Selma spoke up about the bracelet. He watched quietly as Maurine changed the clasps and immediately a look of worry came over his expression. “Maybe that is too much.” He muttered softly.
The prince took in a breath as his mind raced for another plan, another approach. “So you’ve kidnapped me.” He spoke as he looked to Tudor. “If we launch an assault it will end badly, Phesa has more warriors than you have men. If we tried to launch the assault we would all be dead before we even reached the gates of the palace.” He leaned forward with his elbows upon the table. “If I am returned I am certain that I will be killed...that would be the easy route of course. That is what I would hope for, because it would most likely be torture. Guards saw me with Selma, they know something has happened.”
Elijah shifted slightly, still thinking. “We need Selma at her full potential.” He glanced to Selma. “She’s one of the greatest mages of our time...the magic she is capable of...” He thought for a moment again. “Maurine could provide a cloaking spell. We could attack the palace in a small group. Enough for us to get to the king and queen. I know their weaknesses. I know how to bring them to their knees.” He looked to Tudor a moment. “This will take training, it will take time. You will need to contact my father, the king and state that you have kidnapped me. Demand something outrageous. If he gives in well...we meet with him and when he is most vulnerable we will bring him down.” It was as if Elijah had thought about deposing his own father his entire life. His life in this time was not much different than that of the past. He was still raised by an incredibly cruel woman. Though he wondered in the memory, Tudor asked if his mother was well. Was his mother to fall ill at some point? Perhaps it didn’t carry on into this life….
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Post by Nyte on Jul 9, 2019 19:15:17 GMT -5
Selma agreed that the plans seemed only half baked. If Tudor had so long to prepare his assault for the throne why were his plans so weak? She could rationalize that it simply wasn't his strong suite but Kings had councils of men and women for such matters. Surely he hadn't taken on the endeavor all by himself. It was something she would have to think about more when she was alone with Elijah once more. "You want me to use magic?" She asked him when he made the comment of her being at her full potential. She only remembered bits and pieces of how to cast the spells she knew well during her past life. It would take a lot more memory to return before she could confidently cast anything.
"Do you remember the words of old?" Maurine asked her in the ancient language.
Selma hesitated for a moment before giving a slight nod of acknowledgement. "I do, but I don't understand the laws of magic very well. I remember them being vast and complex."
"If you can remember how to speak the language then you will do very well in remembering the spells themselves. They're basically just spoken commands." Maurine switched back to the common tongue to finish her thought and thought Selma knew her words were supposed to be comforting she didn't feel any better about it.
"I will keep that in mind." Selma told Maurine but lacked the confidence behind her words. "I agree that Elijah's plan is better. A small group or restricted meeting would increase our chances. Prevent the royal mages from meddling to much." She looked up to Elijah with a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "We'll need to be prepared too for the Queen will have all sorts of tricks up her sleeve to deceive or harm us."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 9, 2019 19:33:16 GMT -5
Elijah watched curiously as Maurine spoke in the ancient language. A smile curved up his lips when Selma seemed to effortlessly respond. He nodded to her response to his plan. “The queen always has some sort of plan devised. She plans for everything. She seems to be convinced that the world is out to get her.” He shrugged slightly. “If she wasn’t such a royal bitch she wouldn’t have such a feeling that she constantly needs to watch over her shoulder.” His voice was a bit harsh as he spoke. “She’s spent years causing the lower class citizens of Phesa to hate her.” He shook his head. “The way that she treats those around her that are not nobility, even the nobility get the blunt end of her sword, so to speak. She is as vile as they come.”
Tudor smirked as he watched Elijah, “As I said before, it certainly seems that this life and the past life have not caused you to changed, Elijah. You had a hatred for your mother in your past life. A shame that such abuse seems to have followed you into this life.” He took in a breath and looked to Maurine. “You can instruct our new mage on how to harness her powers, hm?”
“Why don’t I start with her?” Elijah spoke up quickly. “The basics at least. Perhaps learning with me would help with her memories as well? I have yet to see you in my memories Maurine, so I imagine you are not from our time.” He gave a smile. “Though I do appreciate the help.” His eyes then moved to Tudor once again. “How many men do you have at ready?” He questioned. “What do you plan to ask the king for? There must be something that would cause him to meet with you in exchange for my life. Especially if you put it that way. I am his only heir after all. If I die, well...the future of Phesa would crumble before him.”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 9, 2019 20:03:51 GMT -5
As Selma heard the anger rising in Elijah's voice she reached and grasped his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. This time, upon hearing the hatred in his voice, she didn't shy away from him as she once would have done. When Tudor made his statement about the abuse following Elijah she frowned at the man in a disapproving manner. Though the expression was fleeting as talk of her apparent training was going to begin.
"I agree with Elijah. She needs more memories to see what she truly needs to be trained on. It would be counter productive to go over something that she can simply remember in a moment." Maurine stated. "To answer your observation, M'Lord, I am not from your time. I am only 27 years old. I have simply studied all the manuscripts Selma left behind with extreme diligence."
"So wait and see what else I can remember then move forward from there. I just wish I knew what I was going to remember and when." The memories seemed to be triggered by being close to Elijah, which is what made the idea of starting with him a good one, but there was no way of knowing just how long it would take.
"I plan on demanding a quarter of Phesa's farm and mining lands. A hefty toll to be paid but one worth the Prince's safe return I believe. At the very least it will start a bargaining process between the two nations." He smiled. "I have several thousand men ready to march to war. You forget Elijah. We have allies too that hate Phesa just as much as we do."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 9, 2019 20:56:05 GMT -5
Elijah glanced down to his hand when Selma laced her fingers through his. He gazed to her a moment before he returned his attention to Maurine. She was the same age he had been when they were brutally burned to death over the invention of the bracelets. When Tudor spoke of his plan a smirk curved up Elijah’s lips. “The queen will be most displeased with that request.” He chuckled softly. “We can only hope that it is enough to start a barter or to draw the king out to talk face to face with you.”
Elijah turned his attention to Selma then, “Time to get your memory back, hm?” He gave a gentle smile as he gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand. “Gaining my memory back would be another benefit.” He chuckled before he looked back to Tudor. “Did we travel to Rhale much?” He questioned.
Tudor smirked then as he gave a nod. “Yes, the time we come from Rhale was not so despised.” He raised a brow. “At least, Phesa would like everyone to think that we are brutes.” He shrugged slightly. “I would recommend walking through our streets, you may find a few memories there. I have a letter to write.” He turned and motioned for Maurine to follow him.
Elijah nodded and took in a breath. “Well, lets see if he’s right hm?” He led her forward. They weaved through the beautiful gardens and to the front of the palace. His hues looked over the architecture of the building as he took in the differences from Phesa to Rhale. “They have such detail.” He noted as he looked to the carvings in the stone. “Much more detail than we have in Phesa. Perhaps living in such peace will be even better than I have imagined?” He questioned with a gentle smile as they started toward town over the cobblestone streets. His eyes gazed about to the men and women that walked the streets. Their clothing didn’t appear to be burlap bags as the lower class wore in Phesa. It wasn’t colorful, but it didn’t look terrible either. A few eyes followed them, but nothing that caused Elijah concern. Just curious residents that wanted to know who the new nobles were.
“M’Lord.” A man stepped forward with a beautiful red rose in his hand. “Would you be interested in purchasing a rose for the beautiful lady?” He asked with a smile.
Elijah reached forward and grasped the rose, “Ah, how could I say no to such a finely plucked rose?” He questioned as he pulled a few coins from the pouch at his hip. The man bowed and rushed away then back into a nearby flower shop. Elijah turned to Selma and smirked, “He made this with magic.” He chuckled softly. “Incredible to see magic used on the streets, nothing strange about it, hm?” He questioned as he held the rose to her.
Elijah stood with a beautiful red rose in his fingertips. He smiled to Selma in a loving way. “For you, my love.” He kissed her cheek before he stepped to the table and set down a leather pack that he had over his shoulder. “You look tired.” His voice was filled with concern as he stepped to her and cupped her cheek. “I will fix this...together we will find a cure for this...” He sighed softly, sadness in his eyes. “You do not deserve to be this sick.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. There was significant pallor to her skin, her eyes seemed almost glassy. This was one of her bad days. She had good days, but those had become few and far between. To the point that Elijah was frantically trying to find anything to make her better, even if it was for just a day...
Elijah took in a breath as he came from the memory his eyes gazed into hers and he let the breath slowly. “At least...you’re not sick like that now...hm?” He gave a weak smile, his voice full of worry.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 9, 2019 21:26:31 GMT -5
The price asked for Elijah's return was steep, but nothing that seemed unusually high for such a high status hostage. If the King and Queen refused to answer their call they would receive scrutiny from the council on why they didn't want their son and only heir returned. It would force their hand which is what they needed to succeed.
Selma was very glad when the talks of overthrowing Phesa came to an end for the day. She wanted to help but thinking about going against the Queen and the rest of the country was extremely intimidating. Then came the offer of exploring Rhale and all it's splendors which she eagerly agreed to. Such a place was unthinkable to her only a few days ago and now she found herself among those that had grown up in absence of the circlets around their wrists to drain their power and ensure only the rich thrived.
"I think it's beautiful here. The buildings and people have more character and no one seems afraid of anyone else." She commented as they observed the architecture of the gardens and palace. When they reached the town outside the palace Selma took in every sight, sound and smell. Bakers made fresh bread and children laughed and played in the streets. The guards seemed rather bored in their jobs but the armored men were few in number. When Elijah purchased the rose and offered it to her she blinked as the memory flashed before her eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. "This is a different life in a new body. I'm sure I wont have the same illness."
She interlaced her arm with is as they continued to walk and she turned the rose slowly between her fingers. "I want to learn magic like this again. I want to help with the war but I also want to be able to create beautiful things that make people happy. If this works and you take Phesa's throne I want to spend my life helping others through the change and see the smiles of Phesa's people."
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