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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 30, 2019 14:22:11 GMT -5
“Voleg has always been stained in blood.” The princess spoke, her voice soft. “Their history is riddled with war. Senseless greed.” She shook her head then as a sigh came over her lips. “But, we will see. Hm?” She gave a smile then, forcing her nerves away once again as they began to walk away from the gazebo as a knight came near them to listen in on their conversation. “Ah a duet would be something to see.” She spoke with a smile. “Though, I could play the piano, I am not very well versed in singing...not nearly as much as you. That is to be expected though. Am I correct? What if a bard could not sing?” She gave a soft chuckle. The nearby knight seemed disinterested now after he’d heard their conversation. “Come on I’ll show you our music hall.” She spoke as she led the bard back into the castle.
They walked down the long halls that were lined in beautiful art pieces. Knights and servants glanced to them. “When I was young my parents hired a tutor to teach me piano.” She spoke as she pushed a set of double doors open. “I picked it up quickly, the tutor told my mother that he couldn’t teach me anymore.” She gave a soft laugh as she walked across the beautiful oak floor. The ceiling was high with shaped rafters that would carry the sound of music through the room. It would hold the tones wonderfully. “You might like to play in here, the acoustics of the room are some of the best in the kingdom...” She spoke as she walked over to a form that was covered in a white cloth. She reached forward and pulled the cloth quickly from the thing that it covered. A beautiful black grand piano was revealed. It had swirling white lines that were etched into the trim. It was as elegant as the room. The princess folded the sheet and then sat down at the bench. She closed her eyes and drew in a breath before she placed her hands over the ivory keys.
Her hands began to move about the keys, her feet moving to the pedals as needed. She was flawless. Her eyes stayed closed all the while as she played the gorgeous piece. It flowed like water within a gentle stream. The verse that she played was rather difficult, but the way that she moved her body caused the passage to look easy. As she played with closed eyes the room seemed to cool. A bit of white magic flowed around her body, she was truly relaxed while she played. The magic within the room seemed to rush to her being as the air around them dropped in temperature. Yet, the princess was unaware, as her eyes remained closed through the piece. The emotions in the music seemed to draw out her magic as she swayed to the stroke of the keys. As she came toward the end of the piece the temperature in the room began to return to normal until she played the last key. Evelynne opened her eyes and she looked to Lyra with a smile. “What do you think? You could play something with that….right?” She asked with a hopeful tone. “You could sing to it...” She nodded, “If you’d like...it might make it sound better...I’m not sure...” She looked back to the piano and sighed slightly.
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Post by Raven on Nov 30, 2019 15:58:06 GMT -5
Lyra lifted an eyebrow "I can admit to having met a few bards who could not sing" she chuckled and followed along. "I am surprised you have withheld this information, you can play piano?" she questioned. "Then, perhaps I have the greatest of ideas, but first, let's hear you play" she smiled as they came into the great hall. Her eyes looked up to the towering ceiling, she could see right away how it would reverberate the overtones, it too would even sing. She watched as the piano was revealed. It was gorgeous - truly she was in awe.
Then the Princess took a seat - and something amazing happened. Lyra watched closely - the Princess's aura glowing brightly. Easily magic flowed from the Princess. Lyra watched with a smile across his face - she could feel the temperature drop, a little bit of air picked up. Lyra stepped forward and approached the piano. "Oh yes" she nodded. "Go back to the second phrase" she spoke and pressed a key down - where it started. It was as if she already knew every note of the piece. "Can you add a pedal tone to it, this key" she struck a low key. "Hit it on the first of each bar, until the next phrase" she spoke and then stepped back. "Go ahead" she spoke and nodded.
As the piece began - the petal notes were hit heavily, on the fourth bar she lifted her lute and joined in. Her fingers moved swiftly - playing each note that the piano chimed, it was swift and melodic. Then suddenly when the last petal note played - an explosion of orchestra joined in the next phrase. Magic filled the room with ease - pulling at the Princess. It was always easier to react when another magic was in the room. Almost as if the opposing magic wished to join in on the dance. She let all of hers go - trying to encourage the magic within the Princess. The room was alive with sound, the piano guiding. Lyra's music was a symphony of moving parts - responding themes and harmonization with the piano. Though while it was full of energy - the piano still stood forth.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 30, 2019 16:38:37 GMT -5
The princess smiled from ear to ear as Lyra complimented her piece. She’d written it recently on a rainy afternoon. The notes called to her as many of the pieces she’d written did. It flowed from her like words in a sentence. “Pedal tones.” She nodded and then added in the note seamlessly. As she played her eyes closed once again. Though as she played and the orchestra came in at the next phrase she could feel this strange feeling within her chest. The magic. It flowed within her body and came from her fingertips as she played. The sound from the piano suddenly muted as ice crawled over the keys, the ice spread over the entire piano and partially to the floor in a thick layer. Her ocean eyes opened, there was a glow about her eyes as she looked down to the frozen keys.
The music had stopped as she took in a quick breath. She gazed to Lyra, an almost worried look about her eyes as she moved from the frozen instrument. Ice had formed on her forearms as well. She could feel the chill that had taken over the room as she looked about. It felt as though it could snow. She shivered slightly. “Lyra...” She drew her brows together. “Did you do this?” She questioned as she looked to the piano, the ice was slowly disappearing, as if evaporating into the atmosphere. She looked to her arms, the ice was doing the same there as well. She had always focused to create magic, so this didn’t feel normal to her. This magic by emotion, and Lyra’s magic had only enhanced her magic. Something that she wasn’t quite comfortable with. The power that she held within her was much more than she knew she was capable of. “What was that?” She questioned quickly though the room of the door opened before she was able to receive an answer.
“Princess.” A servant spoke. He bowed his head. “The king and queen have requested your presence.”
Evelynne gave a nod, “Of course.” She spoke as she watched the servant exit the room. She then glanced to Lyra. “Perhaps later?” She asked, she could feel her heart pounding within her chest. Butterflies fluttered within her stomach. Her eyes played over Lyra a moment before her heels clicked forward. She paused at the door. “You may play for the orphans. Just head to the main street. There is a small coffee shop next to it. You can’t miss it.” She offered before she slipped from the room to answer the beckon of her parents.
The princess walked down the hallway her mind racing. She quickly made her way to the throne room where the king and queen sat. As she walked forward she felt almost nervous. “Mother, father.” She spoke as she stood before them.
The king smiled as he stepped forward from his throne. He pulled her into a warm embrace. “The prince will arrive tomorrow.” He spoke, “As a chance for you to get to know him better before the festivities begin.” He stepped back from her.
Evelynne looked to her father and then to her mother. Her breath caught in her chest slightly. “Of course.” She spoke, she hadn’t expected him to come early. In fact she’d hoped he would be late. Meeting him would tell her if her worries were true. Yet, even if her worries were for the right reasons there was seemingly nothing she could do about it.
“He plans to arrive for dinner tomorrow. We just received message by raven minutes ago.” Liliana spoke with a nod. “We will arrange for the bard to play a special song for him, to welcome him into our kingdom.”
The princess nodded. “That would be wonderful.” She spoke with a bit of a forced smile.
“You look beautiful, dear.” Liliana spoke and hugged her daughter. “Why don’t you relax for the evening? Hm? Do what you like.” She stepped back from her and nodded.
The princess took in a breath and nodded. “Thank you.” She spoke as she turned and stepped from the room. She walked the hallway, her eyes trailed along the paintings, though her mind could not leave the magic that she’d felt. The power. It was an incredible feeling. Had Lyra caused that the magic to happen? She walked into the room that held the piano and her fingertips trailed along it. She hesitated a long moment before she finally sat down. She began playing once again after several minutes. She was stiff as she played the music. Her mind focusing on the feeling that she’d had when she played with Lyra. Eventually she took in a breath and started to play new notes. A new piece. She started with low notes and built it with a beautiful melody. After several hours she had a gorgeous piece written. She could feel the magic flowing from her, she watched as the magic swirled around her and her heart began to race. That feeling. She could feel the power within her. It was overwhelming. It called to her. It was as if a flood gate had been opened and she was standing before it terrified, trying to paddle to the surface to keep from drowning. The room rushed with her magic again as she tried to relax. A rush of magic came from her and a blast of bright light filled the room.
When the light faded Evelynne was laying on her back on the floor. Ice covered the floor around her, icicles hung from the ceiling and a layer of frost seemed to cover everything within the room, even the handles of the doors. Her eyes fluttered as she drew in a deep breath. Her vision was blurred as she started to come to.
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Post by Raven on Nov 30, 2019 18:03:26 GMT -5
Lyra went to answer - but the door opened. They had been interrupted, but Lyra kept her composure. In just that minute of rush - there was an amazing power, natural to her touch. Lyra bowed her head as the Princess was whisked away. She slipped from the great hall and made her way down the hall. She had made her way to the gate of the Castle, stepping outward. She made her way to the Orphanage, as instructed. It was a small building - slipped on the edge of a building complex, next to the coffee shop. It was a decent building, not run down - but nothing amazing by it. Lyra stepped inside and was approached by a woman. She had entered a kind of waiting room.
"Your business?" The woman asked, it was evident she was tired, deep circles under her eyes.
"I am Lyra Lark, a newly acquainted Royal Bard, I've come to entertain the younglings, if I may. Free of charge" she bowed deeply. "I live to serve, and would like to aid when possible" she spoke and looked to the woman.
The maiden smiled and nodded "that would be wonderful, they would enjoy that... I will gather the kids, come" she waved her forward.
Lyra made her way to the next room, where in minutes a circle of children sat before her. "No no, stand" she smiled. The kids slowly stood - and then Lyra began to pluck. In an instant a lively folk song played, drums joined n- several brass instruments rang from no where. The kids stood in awe and then suddenly - they began to dance! Cheering and singing, all terribly, but joyously.
Lyra played several songs, until she felt content. The kids were all smiling, even the three maidens who tended to them - stood with grins. Happiness. As Lyra went to leave - she pulled a few golden coins out of her pocket. "A month of celebration is to come, I would hope they would all attend - dressed to the nines" she smiled and handed it over.
The maiden accepted the coins and bowed deeply. "What a gift, thank you so much. We all needed this - it has been hard lately... please, come back some time. The joy is needed" the maiden bowed several times, until Lyra left the building. Her steps lead her down a cobbled road, until she came upon the castle again.
She paused to peer to the sky - the sun was making it's way down. Then a small spider lowered from the sky, seemingly attached to nothing. Though the spider had not transformed, it waited for Lyra to lifted her hand - and then sit upon her palm.
"What are you doing here?" She questioned the spider. The spider shuffled slightly and then one leg lifted - and pointed back to the Castle. "I suspect you wouldn't waste your time over something meaningless, ok. I will return" she spoke and the spider lifted into the air. She wondered how closely the gods were watching. She knew she was the first Angel to land, a trial so to speak... She turned and slipped back to the castle.
She was glad that Fate did not transform, as she had the eyes of all the guards that were near. It was interesting to see how obviously she was watched, it was almost entertaining. She stepped back suddenly - a wave of power emit through the castle, she could feel it in the core of her chest. Lyra swiftly rushed forward, following the trail of power, coming back to the music hall. She grasped the handle - but it wouldn't budge, freezing cold to her touch. The Princess. She focused deeply and the handle warmed up, water trickling from the lock - she turned the handle and stepped in. "Oh dear" she whispered as she stepped into what appeared to be a wintery night within the castle.
She rushed forward and knelt upon a layer of ice, before the Princess. "It's okay" she whispered and snaked an arm under the woman's head, holding her in her lap. Lyra turned her gaze to the room - the ice began to melt, covering the room in a layer of water, puddling on the floor. She sucked in a breath and then sang softly - words of a different language. From the music - steam began to gather, until the water had evaporated, escaping through the lost cracks and vents of the castle...
"You okay?" She spoke softly. "You broke what we like to call the barrier..." she smiled then. "Now, you'll learn to harness it" she nodded. "A beautiful display of power, no doubt..." she helped her stand then, keeping a steadying hand on her shoulder. "That magic earlier - was all you. Easy to come by when your emotions are flowing. You resisted it for so long - having not fully believed in magic, or even trusted it. My presence has caused your interest to spark, you spoke to your magic, and she replied" she chuckled "How do you feel?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Nov 30, 2019 19:37:09 GMT -5
It’s okay The words were muddy through the daze that Evelynne was in. She blinked her eyes as she felt the arm slip beneath her head. Her eyes tried to focus. She could have sworn she saw something behind the figure that lifted her up. The voice was smooth. Calming. She took in a long breath as she tried to focus on the figure. You okay? The voice spoke again. Then she heard the voice speak about a barrier. “Am...I dead…?” She’d asked in a weak voice. Confused about what was going on. She last she remembered was the rush of power she’d felt while her fingers moved along the keys of the piano. Now she’d learn to harness that power. Her vision began to clear while those words were spoken. “Lyra.” She breathed.
The princess was wobbly as she was helped to her feet by the bard. “That was all me?” She questioned as she glanced to the piano. She blinked slow as she thought back to when she’d played with Lyra. She thought it had all been the bard causing such a sensation. She stepped over to the piano and touched it with her fingertips. She took in a deep breath as Lyra asked how she felt. “I feel different.” She spoke as she looked to the bard. “Nervous too...” She moved and pulled the piano bench back to its feet before she sat upon it. She looked over the grand piano. “I...” She drew her brows together and chuckled softly. “I thought I was dead for a moment.” She let out a soft laugh, almost defeated. “I thought something terrible happened and I was gone from this world...and when you spoke...your voice sounded different to me, my vision was not clear. I thought...” She paused a moment. She didn’t believe in the being that she thought that Lyra was. She had never believed in it. “I thought you were an angel, Lyra.” She laughed lightly, “I sound like a lunatic. Don’t I?” She looked to her with another laugh.
The princess then looked back to the piano. “How do I harness it? The power?” She looked to Lyra. “How...did you learn to do the incredible things that you can do? Did it just come to you? Were you already in control before you were taken to the tower?” She asked the questions quickly, her eyes glowed slightly. The magic swelled within her being. She would have to learn to get control of her power now that the gates had been opened. Otherwise it could go south rather quickly. Especially with the King. She then took in a breath. “The prince is coming tomorrow.” She spoke up and pressed her lips together slightly. “I have to...have some form of control...I can’t...” She shook her head. “What if that happens in front of the prince?” She looked as though she would go into a panic. “What if I freeze him?” Her breathing quickened and the room began to cool once again. Fear. It was a strong emotion. It could control her magic quite swiftly. It could spin her magic wildly out of control if she couldn’t get ahold of her emotions.
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Post by Raven on Dec 1, 2019 9:54:39 GMT -5
Lyra turned and followed Eve to the piano. She listened to the woman’s words and she found herself peering into the princess’s eyes. She searched them for a long moment, as if counting the flecks in her hues. Lyra smiles softly then and then brought a hand up to touch the princess’s cheek. Her finger slipped past her ear as Lyra brushed her thumb over the woman’s cheek.
In that moment her aura appeared. Only select few, if any, could see it. A kind of outline of large wings stretched from her back. Though it was like a water color of figure, they seem to stretch forward and hug around Eve, and then disappear. Lyras thumb stroke her cheek bone slightly and then she broke the static silent. “Just relax” she spoke. “It flows freely, but only you envoke it. Do not fear it. My suggestion would be to avoid using it, and when you feel overwhelmed. Just remember my voice” she spoke with a soothing tone, there seem to be a natural lingering overtones that came from her throat.
Lyra dropped her hand and then stepped back “it takes time, but for now you have to get used to that feeling. Try not to use any magic, for at least today. Okay?” She questioned. It was then that the door opened.
“Sailors return?” Lyra questioned as she pulled her lute forward. She began to play a jig, a percussion ensemble beat behind her. “No no” she interrupted “how about the..” she turned her gaze toward the Queen who stepped into the room.
“My Queen” she bowed her head.
“It’s getting late, you two. You should be off to bed” she spoke, and then waved them out of the room. Lyra smirked and looked to Eve.
“Tomorrow then” she bowed her head and left the room, where the Princess and Queen were left alone.
Lyra made her way to her room, where a maid stood waiting for her. “Tomorrow the Prince arrives, you will play a welcoming theme as his carriage arrives, and again as the royal greetings ensue.” She bowed her head and then left. Lyra sighed and pulled her lute off. She stood in the mirror - her glowing aura wings returned. She summoned her wings but not them entirely, just that hue. She turned then and Peered to her bed.
Chronos sat on the edge of the bed, in his holy white robes, a large hourglass in hand. He smiled and waved her over. “I have seen the future, as is my role” he spoke and then watched Lyra, as she made her way over. “Tomorrow, Satan will intrude on the royal banquet. One of the servants will be a demon in disguise, with intent to poison the prince and wage war against the two kingdoms...” he nodded. “You will need to locate this demon, and take care of him” he spoke and then glanced to his hourglass. “I am out of time, for now.” He disappeared then in lingering sand.
Lyra sighed deeply and sat on the bed. The next day was to be a doozy, she could tell. Why would Satan want to intervene, why did he care? Her brows pulled together and she crawled into the bed, her thoughts kept her up for a while. Until soon enough she drifted away.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 1, 2019 11:39:48 GMT -5
When Lyra touched the princess’ cheek she seemed to freeze. Her eyes looked to the woman the ocean blue seemed to swirl about with the magic that flowed within her now. She took in deep breaths as the fear in her eyes slowly began to subside. She saw something. Her eyes gravitated toward the aura. A sense of calm overwhelmed her and a smile curved up her lips. But just as soon as she’d seen the aura it disappeared. She looked back to Lyra as she brushed her thumb against her cheek. Her voice in that moment. The magic behind it. It was a strange feeling, she could feel her heart slow. The endorphins that rushed through her body slowed down as she relaxed. “I can do that.” She breathed as Lyra stepped back, she looked almost dazed as she watched the bard pull her lute from her back. She hasn’t even noticed the door.
The princess smiled as she played the jig for a second and then her eyes fell upon her mother whom announced the late hour. Where had the time gone? She stood slowly her mind once again slipping to the power. The overwhelming sense of power that courses through her being. As terrifying as it was. She loved the feeling. It was more exhilarating than anything she’d felt in her lifetime. The queen stepped forward with a soft smile. She tucked a lock gently behind her daughter’s ear. “I heard you playing earlier.” She smiled as she stepped to the piano and placed a hand on it. “I...” the queen drew in a breath. “I know you aren’t thrilled about this arrangement, Eve.” She looked to her daughter with almost sad eyes. “It...”
“Mother. We knew this day would come eventually.” She placed a hand on the queen’s shoulder. “I am not anger with you. Nor am I displeased with father. This would have happened eventually. If not the prince of Voleg. It would have been another.” She gave a weak smile. “I understand.” She turned then. “It’s late.” She spoke. “Good night mother.” Evelynne stepped from the room. She walked the halls and climbed the stairs to her room where she was greeted by her hand maiden. She stood before the mirror as the woman untied her corset. The princess drew in a long breath. A sense of relief. She stepped to the hit bath that was drawn and she climbed in. The maiden helped the princess by bringing fresh paired of hot water. Though Evelynne seemed disinterested. Or possibly distracted. When she finished with the bath she was dressed in her gown and she pulled a fuzzy robe over her gown before she thanked the maiden and sent her off.
The princess stepped out onto the balcony and looked over the beautiful kingdom. She leaned against the balcony railing as she let out a sigh. Her mind was racing. Thinking of everything that happened during the day. The magic. It wouldn’t leave her mind. It was as if it was a being, speaking to her. That was how Lyra described it. As if it was another living being with a mind of its own. Evelynne eventually stepped back into her room where she climbed beneath the blankets. She tossed and turned quite a bit before finally falling into a slumber.
The princess stood within the castle gardens dressed in a beautiful ivory gown, a veil pulled over her face. She held a lovely bouquet of red and white roses in her hands. “Come on.” The king spoke as he held his arm out for her. The princess slipped her arm to hold at the bend of his elbow. She had butterflies in her stomach as she heard the music begin to play. It was beautiful. They rounded through the gardens to the large opening where the gazebo stood next to the small koi pond. Her heart fluttered within her chest as she walked forward. Her father handed her off to a shadowy figure. She couldn’t make out his face through the veil.
Evelynne took his hands into hers as she gazed up to him. The bishop began to speak. He spoke of their vows. Of the kingdoms coming together. Everyone seemed captivated. The prince reached forward and lifted her veil. She looked up to him into his shadowy face. Why couldn’t she see him? She began to feel a sense of dread. Panic. He leaned forward as instructed and his lips pressed against hers as he pulled her close. Evelynne gazed up to the skies. The beautiful blue skies morphed and turned black with red streaks. It was as if a great fire burned within the city. She brought her eyes back to the prince as a chuckle came over his lips. “You’re mine.” He spoke. Horns grew from his head. His face was still distorted. He gripped onto her as she tried to pull away. Her back pressed against hers. “Watch.” He hissed intobher war as he reached a hand out.
Evelynne screamed as she fought against him. She watched as the nobles within the audience of the wedding were slain. Their throats slid by some invisible blade. The man that held her cackled. She whimpered as she spun from his arms. “No....” she cried as she looked to the carnage around her.
The princess woke to her own cry. She sat up quickly in her bed. Her breathing was quick, her body trembled. Her fear seemed to be getting the best of her for her to imagine such an atrocious event. She slipped from her bed and pulled on her robe. She quickly tied it and slipped on her slippers. A cup of tea would soothe her to sleep. She glanced outside to the moon that hung high in the sky. She shivered slightly as she left her room and slipped down the hallway. Fear courses through her. She shook her head. “Just a dream. It is just a dream.” She told herself over and over as she made her way through the hallways to the kitchen where she placed a pot upon the stove and filled it with water. “Just a dream...” She shuddered again. It was a dream. But it was so real. Too real. She felt as though she was there. She could still feel his touch as he clung to her. She could hear the cackle as he killed everyone around her. “Just a horrible....dream...” she reassured herself as the water began to boil and she tossed the loose tea leaves into the pot.
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Post by Raven on Dec 1, 2019 16:38:27 GMT -5
Lyra woke in the night to a knocking. She slowly rose and groggily stepped to the door, opening it. A nurse stood bowing before her. “I am terribly sorry to wake you” she spoke in a hushed voice. Lyra glanced to the window and peered to the moon, she could tell it was early morning. A few hours before sunrise.
“What is the matter?” Lyra questioned.
“One of the sick has asked for your song as their dying wish. He hasn’t much time...” the nurse bowed her head again. “I promised I would at least -“
“Let me fetch my lute” Lyra spoke and she walked over to her table. She pulled her belts on and sipped her boots on, within seconds she was ready, lute in hand. She followed behind the nurse and trailed up the stairs.
As they came upon the infirmary - her eyes looked to the sickly. All of these people were doomed to their death... Lyra sucked in a breath and was lead to the dying man. He was young, 25 or 26. His skin was sickly pale, festering wounds covered his arms, neck and face. He slowly nodded to Lyra, who sat before him.
“What is your name?” She questioned the young man.
“Peter Skiborough” he managed to choke out.
“Very well” Lyra brought her lute up and crossed her legs, resting the curve of the beautiful instrument on her thigh. Her fingers moved along the fret board as a gentle song plucked from the strings. The sound of a river filled the air, an ambient calmness. With her lute a harp played in the back ground - weaving up and down the chords as she played a fluttering melody over it. In the back of the tune - a small trio of voices emit, though this came from her own voice. Sounding like a trio of weaving melodies; harmonizing with herself.
Those that could sit up - did so, peering to her. In the song - the name peter was snuck inward. It was a song of a valorous knight, facing the greatest of wars against the threats of the world. Soon enough the threat was found to be himself and he laid to rest - understanding his place in the world. The last phrase “and so he shall rest” and on the final ringing note - which seem to last eternity, the man passed. Peter has found himself.
Others who were sick cried softly, overwhelmed with the feeling within their chest and body. Like they too had woke to realize - they were great, despite their pain and suffering. Lyra knee in this moment - they would question themselves the most. Dying an uneasy death. Why would God do this to them? They would question, what terrible thing did they do?
Lyra lowered her head and found her way to several others. Many asked if they could call upon her as well, and of course she agreed. Soon enough the sun was setto rise and she made her way from the infirmary. Peter had been whisked away in his bag, to soon be cremated.
Lyra found herself traveling to the kitchen, as the early rise made her hungry. She stepped into the kitchen, it was quiet. The chefs hadn’t made their way in. As she turned the corner - she peered the Princess. “What are you doing up?” She questioned as she came over, placing a gentle hand upon her shoulder. “Big day has you nervous?” She helped pour the tea, making two cups as there was enough water. “Sit sit” she waved to the seats by the island.
Lyra found the pantry and grabbed a few eggs, cured bacon. She started up the wood stove and began to cook up a small breakfast. “The infirmary is having a tough time. Whatever this sickness is..” she shook her head. “The nurse just yesterday has caught it, a new staff is already in place. Who ever tends to these people are practically set to die...” she sighed softly. “A mans last wish was for me to sooth him to rest” she cracked an egg.
“I wish there was more I could do” she cracked another. She looked up then and raised a brow. “But tell me what bothers you” she spoke as she cooked.
Quickly she had served up breakfast. She leaned against the counter and ate next to the Princess, as she spoke of the dream. Lyras brows pulled together and she thought for a long moment. “Your nerves...” she pondered at the idea. Especially since the princess just unlocked herself, what if the prince...
Lyra cleared her throat and finished her plate. “I will watch closely, no fear. Perhaps you should request my presence” she nodded. “Is that will help you, I don’t deny the possibility. Anything can be true” she turned her gaze as the chefs began to walk in. They said their hellos, and they were ushered from the room.
“We just prepare for the prince... surely they have planned an outfit for every hour for you. You should go” she reached forward and grasped the princesses hand. “Don’t forget, my voice - in case you need it” she reminded her and then stepped away, lute in hand.
She plucked idly as she walked, until eventually she found her way to the great walk way. It was from the beginning of the castles gates all the way to the gates, she stood at the fountain of the courtyard. The entire pathway was lined with decorated knights.
“How long?” She questioned the knight near by.
“Roughly an hour” he spoke and nodded.
Lyra lifted her lute and then plucked, singing softly to the knights as they stood. Birds began to gather about, singing along.
The hour passed and she could tell it was time. From the distance she could hear the clopping of horses. She turned her gaze and standing at the huge doors of the castle was the king and queen, princess by their side. The king nodded to Lyra, to begin.
Lyra lifted a hand into the air. Sounding from all around burst into the air. Trumpets, low brass, as if there was a hundred - played a powerful fanfare. Percussion joined in on the glorious tune. Knights all around shivered in the power of the sound. A red carpet unfurled, just as the Princes chariot turned the corner.
The fanfare grew more intense, a beautiful trumpet float on top playing a complex solo. Finally it slowed to long deep chords - as the prince stepped from the buggy. Until finally he stepped before the King and Queen, his own Knights standing around him. The music ended with a final conclusion - the bass drum echoing across the city. In truth the area was full of people - packed together to witness this. Each was dead silent in the glorious sounds. Then there was quiet. For a solid second or two. In a burst - the crowd went wild, cheering for the Princes arrival.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 1, 2019 20:38:37 GMT -5
The princess stood at the stove, she was near crying as her mind replayed the horrible dream over and over. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest when Lyra had come in. She hadn’t heard her until she felt the hand upon her shoulder and Evelynne nearly jumped to the roof. She looked to Lyra as she spoke with wide eyes as she’d sucked in a quick breath. “Oh...nervous...I...” She shook her head and cleared her throat. She blinked a few times as the bard took over the tea for her. She was thankful for the company. She let out a long breath as she moved to the table and sat down. Not many had seen her outside of her dresses. Her hair was pulled messily into a bun, no make-up upon her face. Though she was still as stunning as she was when the hand maiden was finished with her. She looked to Lyra her eyes sad. “There has to be something we can do...” She muttered softly thinking of the ill. “I have to be able to help...” She lowered her eyes, her mind going back to the dream again. She couldn’t get it off her mind.
She told the story of her dream, her voice shook. It was terrible. She couldn’t come up with reasoning as to why she’d think such things. Imagine such a horrible event. She shook her head. “I...must just be nervous...with the magic and all the talk of angels and demons, and god.” She let out an uneasy laugh. “It’s all just stories.” She gave a weak smile. “Just stories meant to scare the children.” She sipped on her tea. “I would be very thankful though, for you to keep an eye on him...I...think I am just nervous, I do not know this prince...his father seems to be quite the tyrant and I only hope that he is nothing like his father. I...want to rule like my mother and father, not like most kingdoms.” She sighed softly then as she looked to the food. “Thank you Lyra.” She spoke. This was the first time in her life she hadn’t eaten a special chef prepared meal.
Her nerves settled as Lyra spoke to her and a smile came to her lips. Lyra was something special, that was for certain. As the chefs began to come into the room she nodded to one that took her plate and mug. “Thank you.” She smiled sweetly. The chef chuckled and nodded as he began to prepare the food for the day. She let out a laugh when Lyra spoke of the many outfits that were prepared for her. “Oh that is only the half of it.” She gave a warm smile as she looked to the bard. “I’ll see you soon, Lyra.” She spoke as she walked off toward her room.
Her maiden was already waiting for her, “Where have you been, your highness?” She questioned quickly. “Come come.” She rushed her across the room. “We have much to prepare. The prince will be here soon and you’re not even close to being dressed.” She sounded stressed. Worried even. “The king said you must be perfect, princess.”
Evelynne turned and placed her hands on the maiden’s shoulders and gazed into her eyes. She gave a sweet smile. “Don’t worry so much.” She searched her eyes. “You are very good at your job. Now let’s get started hm?” She smiled again and turned.
It took almost the whole hour before the maiden had Evelynne ready. She did her hair up beautifully. It tasseled and hung down toward her face in wonderful curls. She wore a lovely royal blue dress that had a corset that cinched in around her waist. Then at her hips the dress flowed out in beautiful ruffles. It had a white star like design upon the corset. The maiden slipped white gloves upon her hands that reached up to her elbows and she placed her tiara upon her head. The princess smiled to her and then was hurried off to the front of the castle to stand at the king and queen’s side. “You look lovely darling.” Liliana greeted her with a kiss to her cheek before the three turned to watch the wonderful carriage ride into the courtyard of the castle. Evelynne’s heart galloped within her chest.
She watched as the prince stepped from the carriage. He wore the same shade of blue with silver trimmings upon his tunic. It was as if the queen had picked out her dress to match his. She glanced to her mother a moment whom smiled to her. Evelynne looked back to the prince, his hair was dark as the night, he had a bit of a stubble upon his face, but it wasn’t off putting. As he drew closer she looked to his knights whom wore polished silver armor with royal blue trimmings. That must be the colors of his kingdom. “King Ezra.” He bowed his head. “Queen Liliana.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. He then turned his eyes to Evelynne. His eyes. She stared to him, her breath nearly caught in her chest. He had the most stunning eyes, a silvery color that seemed to be the shade of smoke. “The beautiful Princess Evelynne.” He took her hand and lifted it to his lips. “How lovely to meet you.” He held her hand there for a moment before he straightened and released her hand.
“Prince Leon.” The king spoke up after there was a moment of silence as if the entire royal family was struck by the presence of the prince. “It is our pleasure to have you here. Come, we’ve prepared a breakfast for you. I do hope you enjoy.”
The prince smiled, “I am certain that I will. Might my knights be shown to their quarters and someone show my carriage boy where to take my belongings?” He questioned.
Liliana turned and nodded. “Yes, of course.” She turned and called over a knight. “Please show these men to their quarters and be sure that they are fed well. Take care of the prince’s belongings as well.” She nodded.
The prince held his arm out as he smiled to Evelynne. “Princess.” He spoke just before he smiled once again.
Evelynne only hesitated a moment before she slipped her arm into his and they made their way inside. She was positioned next to him at the breakfast table. Her eyes looked to him as he spoke of the journey, nothing eventful, a few days of rain, but nothing more. He glanced to the princess several times, as if making sure she didn’t disappear. Evelynne would smile to him each time he glanced to her. She didn’t eat much of the breakfast, she had just eaten with Lyra an hour before. Besides, her nerves were making her feel strange. She wasn’t hungry in the least bit.
The breakfast went on with the prince speaking to the king of the proposition of trade. Of the sick in his country. He questioned about the sick in their country. He had many questions. He seemed to want to know everything right this moment. Breakfast lasted nearly two hours with such talking. “Evelynne darling.” The queen spoke to call her daughter out of her daze. “Why don’t you take the prince around the castle hm?” She asked with a smile.
Evelynne looked to Leon, she gave a smile. “Of course. I would love to. What else is planned for today mother?” She looked to the queen.
“Until the festival begins we do not have much planned. Tonight we will have a banquet to welcome Prince Leon.” She nodded to the prince. “But the real festivities begin in just under a week.” She smiled to the prince. “I do hope that you don’t mind.”
“Of course not.” Leon smiled, he reached a hand over and grasped Evelynne’s hand gently that sat upon the table. “I merely came early to begin to get to know, Evelynne.” He was smooth in his words. Almost uncomfortably smooth. The princess hadn’t met too many from other kingdoms, so this was different for her. She looked to her hand, frozen. Her mind kept circling back to the nightmare. Leon released her hand and stood. “Shall we?” He offered her his arm.
Evelynne glanced to Lyra a moment. Before she looked to her mother. “Mother...might I request our royal bard to entertain us?” She questioned. “Music in the gardens would be lovely this time of day.” She smiled and the queen nodded. The princess stood and looked to Lyra once again. “Come along then.” She spoke before she turned and slipped her arm into the prince’s arm once again.
They rounded to the gardens and to the gazebo where the prince smiled. “This is lovely.” He spoke as he leaned and looked into the pond. “Absolutely lovely.” He turned and looked to her. He cupped her cheek and smiled, it was almost a smirk. “Why do you seem so afraid?” He finally asked. “I can see it in your eyes, Evelynne. You seem frightened of me.” He looked concerned. “Am I not what you expected?”
The princess pulled back from him slightly. He seemed to want to be close to her as if he’d known her for years. She wasn’t used to such closeness. The only person that had cupped her cheek without her pulling away had been Lyra. She gave a weak smile and then turned to look into the pond. “I just...need to get to know you is all.” She spoke and then turned back to him. “I didn’t even know your name until this morning Leon...you must understand my...shy demeanor.” She gave a smile and stepped forward slightly. She then glanced to Lyra. “What sort of song do you like, Leon?” She asked. “Lyra can play it. She is a talented bard.”
Leon looked to Lyra and a smile curved up his lips. “That she is. It was such an incredible performance that you gave upon my arrival. Stunning.” He spoke as he stepped forward toward Lyra his eyes looking to her. “Where did you learn to play?” He questioned. “I’ve never heard such exquisite music from a bard.”
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Post by Raven on Dec 1, 2019 21:21:06 GMT -5
Lyra watched as the Prince walked past her, towards the King and Queen. Her hues stared to him for a brief moment. He was dashingly handsome, but something felt off. She felt a sickness in her stomach, she couldn't pin it. It was as she watched him kiss their hands - that she felt like she were to actually vomit. Though, she held it in. She stayed her place, until they moved onward. Though, she felt a warm feeling as the Princess requested her to follow. Lyra bowed before the two and followed behind them, though she gave them plenty of space.
Her eyes watched as they came to the gazebo, she stood in off to the side - next to a beautiful rose bush. She lifted her lute and plucked softly, a simple progression. She glanced away, until they addressed her. "Thank you for the compliment, Princess" she bowed. Her crystal blue hues looked to the Prince approached her, she smiled then. "I trained at Roxfar, initially, and then the tower of the Magi recruited me, where I honed in my magic capabilities" she bowed her head. "I only just finished my studies, and have come here." she lifted her lute. "A song then?"
The Prince smiled then and nodded. "What is your full name?" he questioned, grinning.
"Lyra Lark, your majesty" she bowed her head.
"Hmm... were your parents devout?" he questioned.
"Quite so, why do you ask?" she asked, curiously.
"Oh, the Scrolls of Bellar depict an artisan Angel, the lover of Apollo - whom music was born from" he smiled then, flashing his beautifully white teeth. "Lyra Lark was indeed her name"
Lyra felt a deep weight in her stomach drop, though she hid it well. "Oh, I thought it just had a lovely ring to it. My parents hadn't had the opportunity to tell me much of my name..." she bowed deeply then. "I was adopted by a farmer and his wife, when I was young, please forgive me"
The Prince nodded his head. "No need, either way... you honor her, and Apollo as well. I am willing to bet music is in your blood, quite the audacity, to assume the child would grow to be such a fine artist, but - alas, they made the right call in the end, their souls can rest in peace" he stepped towards the lute and studied it. "Can you play The Handmaiden's Call, I believe that is - "
"Breyvick Mosavark" she smile and then lifted the lute. It was a very fast paced piece, it shifted from several time signatures. It was not a song to dance or sing to, it was a complex work of pure art and difficulty. Though she could play it perfectly - she intentionally missed a few notes. One had to appear mortal. She did not enhance it with magic, she played the lute as it should. The notes rang so swiftly that it was one long stream, between chords plucking to hammer ons, hammer offs, finger plucking, finally she rang the last chord.
"Very impressive indeed, very impressive" he bowed his head.
"I wrote my dissertation on that piece, actually" Lyra smiled and then nodded. "But, you are not here for me, hm? Please, the tour should go on" she nodded and allowed him to return to the Princess. Leon's gaze lingered on her for a long moment, as if piercing her soul. Who was this man? How did he know of Lyra Lark... had her name truly made it to scrolls? She thought for a long moment - but had to remember. She held the office of Lyra Lark, she was not truly Lyra Lark. It was true that her former office had engaged with Apollo, the original Angel... and music came forth, but that was not her. That Lyra Lark was thousands of years old, and she had only held the position for 300 years, or so. It was the Lute that made her Lyra. Just like the Cape made Death; Thanatos.
Lyra played softly in the background, lute and harp duet - the birds gathered slowly. While she played idly - her thoughts went back to the warning Chronos gave her. A demon was among them, a servant, to poison the Prince before her. She bit her lip, how would she find him?
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 1, 2019 21:46:50 GMT -5
The princess watched the interaction between the two. She listened to the story of Apollo that the prince spoke of. She’d never heard of the story of Apollo and Lyra Lark. The name truly was fitting for the bard, though her mind began to race. The aura. She’d seen something. Something that looked much like wings when Lyra had touched her cheek. She shook her head slightly, she had to have been imagining things. She wasn’t quite sure how else to explain it. Lyra wasn’t an angel. No. The angels that were spoken off in the scrolls were not real. It was nothing more than a story. That is all.
She smiled as she listened to the piece. It was absolutely beautiful. The missed notes even fit into the piece, if one did not know the notes that belonged. She couldn’t help but smile as she listened. When the piece was over the prince came back to her side. She looked up to him curiously. “You have a lovely bard, princess. Such a find.” He spoke as he came back to her side. “Shall we continue the tour?” He asked with a smile.
Evelynne nodded as he took her hand to the bend of his arm once again. “We shall. It could take us all day.” She spoke with a soft laugh.
“I don’t doubt it. The castle here is lovely. Centuries old. Much older than that of my kingdom.” He spoke as he allowed her to lead.
Evelynne led him through the castle. She spoke to the prince of the rooms of the artwork. They sat for lunch. Everything that they spoke of was idle banter for the most part. He asked her of her kingdom of the people of the sickness. They toured the entire castle. Evelynne smiled to Lyra whom she had tag along with them all day to play music in the background. “I’m certain you are in need of a rest before the banquet.” She spoke a smile upon her lips. By the end of the day her trust had grown in the prince. She wasn’t quite as nervous around him. She quickly took to his arm as he led her away.
The princess was changed into a lovely black dress with golden trim for the dinner banquet. It caused her blue eyes to shine as she walked among the crowd on the prince’s arm. He smiled to the people, his smile infectious. She drank wine and twirled about with him on the dance floor. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as difficult as she thought? She gazed up to him as he moved about with her and before she knew it the night had come to a close. The king and queen thanked everyone for coming to the banquet and reminded them of the festival that was to begin.
By the end of the banquet the princess had rosy pink cheeks. The prince held her hands in his. He gave a warm smile as he gazed down to her. “It was a lovely day getting to know you, Evelynne.” He spoke and gave her a simple kiss upon her cheek. “I shall see you in the morning for breakfast. I would enjoy a tour of the city tomorrow.” He spoke as he slipped from her side.
The princess stood and watched him walk away. She glanced to Lyra, the last one in the room. She walked toward the stage that Lyra had been placed upon. “Your playing was lovely, as always, Lyra.” She spoke as she walked up to her, she stumbled slightly and let out a giggle. The alcohol had its grips upon her. “What do you think of him?” She asked as she sat on the edge of the stage. “Also, we must continue to work on that piece, hm?” She giggled once again. “I think my nerves may have been over nothing. Don’t you?” She asked with a smile.
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Post by Raven on Dec 1, 2019 22:06:44 GMT -5
The day went on swiftly. She was used to always being in the background - but something was amiss. There was a little bit of a thundering feeling in her chest, as the Princess looked to the Prince. When they danced. For a moment... she wished someone else played the Lute, and she was holding the hands of the Princess. Never before had she cared, in the hundreds of years of playing for others. Was this jealousy? No, not over a mortal. No. She shut her eyes to herself as she played a waltz. An orchestra accompanied her, a soulful piano - people danced, full of life and laughter.
The Demon. She couldn't forget her purpose. She held a hand up - and the music continued to play. This was a gift she had, to take a small break. She looked around at the staff... three waiters, carrying around trays of food. She watched as one of the men was headed back to the service room, to fill the plate. She slipped inside and turned swiftly, crashing into the man. The plate of food hit the ground and he cursed loudly. The anger within him made his eyes glow red suddenly. She glanced behind him - the shadow of a demon stood behind him. She gasped and then her eyes flashed bright white. Within a second a red blade appeared in her hand - she stabbed it forward into the man. The blade disappeared into thin air. The soul of the demon slipped from the body and she held a palm forward - a bright white light burned into the soul, and it disappeared.
The waiter remained - dazed in the moment. "Hello?" he questioned.
"Hi" she smiled "You better get back to it - the Royal family is waiting to be served!" she helped him load the plate "off you go" she waved him him.
She rushed back to her spot and lifted her lute one more, changing the song as it came to an end. This time it was a slow song, with plenty of wood winds to fill the air. She thought of this demon. He was easy to spot - she recognized the soul to be that of a lesser demon. He was not strong enough to disguise himself fully....
Finally when the day had come to an end - her fingers were sore, she had not played this much in a long time. Though her calluses would thicken and by tomorrow she would be ready for more. Being on Earth brought something else to her - fatigue. In the skies she drew her life source off of the sun, there was always plenty of magic to siphon, for the Angels did not need to actually sleep. On Earth - she remember what it was like, to be limited by her body.
Her gaze fell upon the Princess, who was struggling to hold a sentence without a slur. "Quite the gentleman, indeed" she smiled weakly. She tossed her Lute over her shoulder and reached for the Princess, steadying her. "I would love to play with you, but perhaps tomorrow. You area little far gone" she gave a chuckle. "Come on" she wrapped an arm around the Princess and helped her out of the banquet and down the hallway. "I think he means well. He knows how to play the part of a Prince" she spoke and cleared her throat. "Though, through the masquerade of royalty, it will be tough to know who Leon truly is. Remember it is to an advantage for him to gain the throne, I'd say and do anything to get it too, you know" she glanced over - the Princess was too drunk for such a serious conversation.
"But...." she opened the door to the Princess's chamber. The Handmaiden was waiting, but Lyra shoo'd her away with a hand. "He is a handsome fellow, that is for sure. Dreamy eyes... perfect teeth, that little side smirk..." she placed the Princess so she could grip the wardrobe to steady herself.
Lyra untied the corset from the Princess and helped peel it from her body, leaving her in her garments. "Come now" she lead the Princess to the bed. She moved a bucket over, just in case she got sick.
"What do you think of him?" she questioned, as she sat on the edge of the bed - peering to the woman, smiling now. Somehow it felt good to have her undivided attention. "Is he worthy enough of the beautiful and grand Princess Evelynne?" she smirked.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 1, 2019 22:29:58 GMT -5
The princess giggled as Lyra steadied her. “I don’t usually drink like this.” She slurred her words as she leaned against Lyra, thankful for her help. “Ah but I wanted to play tonight. But...you’re right huh?” She leaned her head against Lyra’s shoulder and giggled again, her arm wrapped around the bard. As Lyra brought up the serious conversation the princess fell quiet. “A mask.” She whispered as they came to the room. “We all wear one. Don’t we?” She watched as the maiden was shooed away. As her corset was removed and she was stripped to the slip that she wore beneath the dress she happily let Lyra lead her to the bed. She gazed up to her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her fingertips pulled at the pins in her hair, she pulled her tiara from her head and set it on her night stand. Her hair was a wavy mess by the point. “He certainly is enchanting.” She spoke with another giggle. The princess sighed as she rolled onto her side. She gazed to Lyra a long moment. “A handsome enchanting man.” She spoke. Her fingertip reached out and touched the lute. It glowed slightly to her touch before she relaxed her arm.
“He feels too...” She paused as she rolled to her back once again. “He feels...” She took in a breath, the world was spinning. “He...” She swallowed hard. “Oh...” She closed her eyes and held her hand to her head. “Rehearsed.” She spoke after several minutes of silence. “He’s rehearsed….like you said...playing the game...” She was coming down from the alcohol slightly. Though the room was still slipping about around her. She gazed to Lyra curiously. “Do you think he is worthy?” She chuckled. “Any prince would act the part...wouldn’t he?...he’d be kind….and courteous until he is king.” She waved her hand about. It landed to rest upon Lyra’s hand as she closed her eyes. “He isn’t what I was expecting at all though. I will give him that. The prince of Voleg. From what I heard they were so abrasive. But he isn’t. He is a smooth talker...and he can dance. It...is almost as if he is courting me...even though he already knows that I belong to him...” Her voice trailed off slightly.
The princess traced her fingers along Lyra’s arm she giggled slightly then, still deep in the grips of the alcohol. “That story he spoke of today.” She continued to trace. “The one about the angel and Apollo...” She gazed up to Lyra with a curious gaze. “Was that a true story? I’ve never heard it….and the chances that you became such an incredible bard.” She grinned and rolled to her back to look at Lyra better. “What are the chances?” She repeated herself. “You know Lyra…I...thought I saw something yesterday.” She reached her other hand up and waved it about, in the shape of a wing behind Lyra’s back. She then shook her head. “I must have been seeing things...” She gazed back up to her again as she fell quiet, her eyes fluttered slightly. She was close to the grasp of sleep. “I could have sworn you had wings though.” She whispered softly.
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Post by Raven on Dec 1, 2019 22:59:40 GMT -5
Lyra's eyes grew big as the Princess almost got sick, but she was thankful she did not. Though, even if she did - Lyra would hold her hair back, for certain. Despite her hatred for vomit. She cleared her throat and smiled - her hues glancing downward as the Princess's hand fell upon hers. She sucked in a breath and turned her hand around - allowing her hand to trace her fingers, moving from her knuckles down to her finger tips, then back up.
"Rehearsed?" She chuckled "Yes, very much so. I can tell he is smart, not many other than musical scholars know of Mosavarick, no doubt that he was prepared to even meet me. A little bit of research can go a long way..." she cleared her throat then as the finger of the Princess fell upon her forearm.
"Apollo and Lyra?" She questioned out loud. She wanted in that moment to say yes. Yes of course it is a real story. "I suppose, I never knew the purpose of my name. I always thought it was a name the Farmers gave me. I would sing so often, like a Lark-bird, the singing bird." she chuckled "plus it was a great name for the stages, so... it fit. I never questioned it" she shook her head. By now a hazy pink blush covered her cheeks.
The Princess continued on, speaking of what she saw the other day. She shifted her gaze and then lifted a hand - she tucked a wild lock of hair from the face of the Princess, to her ear. "Hmm..." she raised a brow, she did not comment on the wings. Though, again, she wanted to. How easy would it be. Yes, Princess - I am an angel, come here to watch over you. She smirked to herself, to her own thoughts. "Come on now, you should sleep... I'll sing you a lullaby" she whispered and helped lower her down to the pillow.
Lyra stood then and tucked her in gently, and then she sat in the plush red seat by the bed. She lifted her lute then and plucked softly. She sang softly - her voice silky smooth, a very typical bed time lullaby, one that every mother might have sang to their daughter, at some point. Though, hers was enchanted. A spell fell over the Princess, lulling her swiftly - and providing some recuperating effects, so that she would wake without a headache.
Once the Princess was asleep... she slowly stood and blew out the candle that had been dancing its small flame across their faces. She made her way out of the room, and down the hall to her own. She paused as she heard a humming, a deep voice calling out to her. She turned and followed the voice - she slipped into the music hall, where it originated. A man stood, a harp in hand. He had huge beautiful wings that stretched outwards. Apollo.
"You finally show your face?" she whispered, smiling then.
Apollo chuckled "It took me many years to get over... well, the previous you. I did not realie she had left the office, and now... you resume" he smirked then. "A duet?" he questioned. He plucked at his harp... Lyra pulled her lute.
"Just one question" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Why now?"
"I have always lived among the humans, and I heard my name... so, of course, I curiously approached" he stepped closer now, he was but a few feet away. "Come on, just a song" he held out a hand.
In an instant they were high in the skies, above the huge city, above the clouds. Lyra looked upward and her wings were summoned. They were glorious - white thick feathers, which reached outward, flapping to hold her upward. She twirled in the air and began to play. They both played - swirling around each other higher and higher. In that moment, the music played, the woman that she was - was no more. She felt a swelling of emotions within her, a draw towards him. She came closed until he grasped ahold of her chin - he leaned forward and placed a powerful kiss. This was not her though. These were not her emotions. The man before her was the original Apollo, who still lusted for Lyra Lark, but that was not her. But as long as she held the Lute - she was Lyra, and that remaining bit of her lusted for him too. She was fading out, her own thoughts slipping away as the woman before stretched her arm toward the God. No.
Her lute dropped from her hand then, falling downward. She ripped away and her body began to fall. Apollo looked down to her - a bit of sadness in his face. For a moment, he thought he would return to that life. This is what all the Gods wanted, eventually. But the others... grew tired of living, and their positions were offered away. The world would continue their balance, and those thousand year old gods would finally rest. Those who remained - would soon follow, as time did not wait for them...
Lyra whistled a quick tune - her hand held outward as she fell from the sky. Her lute shot back upwards, falling into her hands. With Apollo so far - she was herself once more. She dipped down, her wings hugging tight as she dive bombed downward. She shut her eyes and then strum a chord - in an instant, she was invisible.
When she came to - she stood on the balcony of her room. Her wings faced, the chord had ended. She was visible once more. She breathed heavily and shuffled into her room. She stumbled to her bed - in an instant a stream of tears swarmed her face. She pulled her brows together and then tossed the Lute - it landed on the chair next to the bed. She could finally breath once again....
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 2, 2019 23:24:43 GMT -5
The princess couldn’t fight against the sweet tones of the lullaby and soon enough she was whisked away into a deep slumber. Her mind moved through the day dancing through the memories that had been created. The nightmare seemed to be non-existent this evening. Perhaps is had been her nerves. By the time the princess’ eyes fluttered open her hand maiden was stepping into her room to wake her. “Good morning, princess.” The maiden spoke as she drew the curtains to allow the early morning light to cascade into the room.
Over the next week the princess walked the streets of the city with Leon. She found that as rehearsed as he was he had a genuine side. The prince asked many questions to learn about her. Questions that she’d never been asked before and then others that time and time again others that had begun to court her from other kingdoms had asked. The princess would find a way to get time with Lyra each day, even if it meant she snuck to the bard’s room after she was long supposed to be asleep. She would drag the bard to the room with the high ceilings and the beautiful grand piano. She began to grasp her magic with Lyra’s help. She could freeze water within a glass without thinking about it. Soon enough she could changed the temperature within the room, icy particles would swirl around her as she did so. She was becoming a lot more comfortable with magic. She wasn’t afraid. It was a process and she still had much to learn. But it was progress.
As the week went by the princess found herself looking forward to sneaking in these sessions with Lyra. She’d smile and laugh. Much more than she did throughout the day while she entertained the prince. She began to try to figure out how to heal. How to fix the illness. The princess was up all hours of the night reading within the library in texts that were written by the great apothecaries. She was determined to learn how to save her people.
As the sun crept over the city the first day of the festival the princess was awakened as normal. She was dressed in a lovely blue dress and a parade was prepared. This would mark the beginning of the festival. The princess would be led in an open chariot with with prince down the main street of the city. Where they would begin the festivities that would include hunting, sword fights, jousting, and other such competitions. Even Leon told the princess that he would participate and fight in her honor, so long as she gave him her favor…
The princess walked into the breakfast hall, her heels clicked against the floor. An old man bowed before the king and queen. “My king. The sickness has nearly overcome my entire village. There must be something that can be done. Please.” He begged.
Ezra took in a breath as he looked to the man. “My apothecary is doing everything that he can. The bishop has been leading prayer...” He watched the man. “This illness harms our city as well. You are not the only one affected.” He searched the man’s eyes a moment. “As soon as we have a remedy we will sent out crates of it throughout the kingdom and this dark moment will be one of our past.”
The princess took her seat as she looked to the man. Her eyes filled with sadness. She couldn’t figure out how to heal the illness. If she could just learn how to use her magic for more than creating ice…she sighed slightly. The man retreated away thanking the king and queen. The princess looked to them and gave a gentle smile as she lifted her wine to her lips. “There will be a cure one day.” Liliana spoke with a smile. “I know the plague that ales us will be cured.” She was confident as she too lifted her glass and took a long drink.
The day went as expected. The princess looked stunning upon the chariot alongside the charming prince. She cheered him on in battle and that evening there was a large feast with music for all to enjoy. As the night wound down the princess stood upon the balcony with the prince. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled to her. “One day closer, hm?” He chuckled softly. “What do you think of the sickness that ales our land?” He questioned his eyes looking to her a long moment. “Is it smite from the gods?”
The princess drew in a breath, her brows furrowed. She’d never forgotten the aura of wings that she’d seen on Lyra. But she hadn’t mentioned it since that night. “I believe that with everything there must be a balance. There cannot be too much death, otherwise the world will lose its balance. There is something that has driven such an illness and we have yet to correct what it is that we have done to cause it.” She spoke as she gazed up to him, a soft smile upon her lips. “Though I can’t help but wonder why we haven’t been able to stop it. What must stop the illness?” She wondered out loud.
“If your people are not devout perhaps that is gods plan to bring down such a punishment?” He questioned before he shrugged.
The princess drew her brows together slightly. This was something that she didn’t agree with him on. There were many tiny things. Things that she could overcome, but things that seemed to irritate her about the prince. Things that just didn’t seem right. “Of course.” She spoke and then gave a nod. “It is late.” She gave a nod then. “I should be heading to bed.”
The prince gave a smile and cupped her cheek. “Sleep well, sweet Evelynne.” He kissed her cheek then before he walked away. The prince had remained a perfect gentlemen. Even with some of his odd ideas and old concepts of how the world should work he kept her close with his charm.
Evelynne stepped from the balcony and walked to Lyra, she gave a yawn as she leaned against the edge of the stage. “That.” She spoke with a tired smile. “Was a long day.” She turned her attention to the empty room. “Shall we practice our piece?” She questioned. “There are a few rough spots we need to iron out before the ball tomorrow.” She smiled brightly, of course she was speaking of magic. Though she did enjoy playing music with Lyra. It felt so easy and it calmed her when they would play the piano and lute together. She led Lyra to the room and she sat upon the piano bench. Her fingers moved over a few of the keys to play a sweet melody for a moment before she looked to the bard. “I….really enjoy this.” She spoke as her ocean eyes looked to Lyra, a soft smile curved up her lips. “I look forward to it all day...It’s where I can truly be myself.” She gave a soft laugh and shook her head. “Apologies.” She spoke and let out a sigh. "So...I wanted to show you something." She pulled out a potted plant that was whitening and toting away. The princes held the plant within her hands. She took in a deep breath and focused. At first nothing happened as the princess sat with closed eyes. Then, the green began to return to the leaves and then the stem. Then the beautiful white pedals perked up and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers sat within the cloth. The princess set the vase upon the edge of the piano with a smile. "It may have taken time...but I'm making progress."
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