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Post by Raven on Dec 4, 2019 0:48:37 GMT -5
Time went by smoothly. Lyra did not hear much of the aspects, they seem to have their hands busy. She crossed Thanatos only once more, as another passed from the illness. She had played nearly everyday for the sick, with several visits to the Orphans. Even on the market days – she found herself among the streets, the money she earned was donated to the Orphans as well. It was evident that she filled her free time with charitable acts, and soon she became a known figure of kindness to the locals.
Meanwhile she still performed for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner for the Royal family, the occasional gathering as well. In the evenings she whisked herself away to the Princess. They would nearly meet in secret, whispering of magic and discussions on its philosophy. She helped Eve tap into her magic, control it and harness it. Evelynne had a natural talent for it, it seem t be quite easy for her. Lyra shared a few experiences of her loss of control, when she first discovered it. There was something special about Eve, in many ways.
The entire while – her eye fell upon the Princess, watching him from a distance. He was smooth, suave, and almost dangerous. He had a kind of aura, or sense about him that made her still uneasy. She waited for a slip of hand, something to indicate anything – but he was the perfect prince. Perhaps that was it, perfect did not exist, and yet he was so. This is what concerned her. Though there was something else, with each moment she watched the Prince and Princess holding hands, a gentle polite kiss… She waved this feeling off, she was an Angel in the end. And even more so – a lowly bard, who would never be worthy of royalty.
Lyra found herself in the same spot as she always was, around this hour of the night. In the beautiful music hall, waiting for her company to join her. They would always rehearse, and then work on some magic. It was like a well tune routine, one that she cherished. Days felt long, the Princess was the only thing that really gave her any recognition, the kind she desired. Around all these people – it was ‘lovely music’ and thank yours, but nothing more than that, really. The Princess actually cared about her, and of her, and this was a long lost feeling.
Lyra bowed as the Princess stepped into the room. “M’lady” she said with a grin, almost making fun of her. “Yes, I think we have this almost done” she spoke and lifted her lute. As she played the piano – Lyra plucked away, a beautiful duet of moving notes. As they ended the song – the Princess spoke some words that caused a flutter in her stomach. She smiled, a bright flush flowing over her cheeks. “Don’t apologize” she nodded her head. “Our secret getaway is exactly that” she winked and then stepped over as Eve indicated.
Her eyes watched as the Princess brought life back to the wilting plant. Lyra was amazed – she sucked in a breath and observed the plant. She nearly expected it to wilt once more, but it did not… Lyra stepped back and smiled “You are very talented” she nodded. “Perhaps it is good you study in secrecy with me. If the tower knew you could heal...” she chuckled. “You’d be a busy girl” she touched the plant with her thumb, over the beautiful petal.
“I believe you lean towards Water, and its properties. One of the more advanced and known properties is healing. Water brings life… to grasp this so early, is a feat. Your will and strength is inspiring” she nodded. “Though, you dive into a tricky field. You can derive the energy of healing from the water, but it can only heal so much – before you must offer more. Im not sure what the limitations are, this appears to be brand new to me.” she stepped over and placed a hand on her arm. “Be careful, okay?” she smiled.
“Continue with the plants, then maybe cut into an apple and heal it, then later… a slice into the bark of a living tree. After you master these, then perhaps onto flesh. I think… you may what it takes to cleanse this illness” Lyra lifted her lute and nodded. “Come on, tomorrow is a big day” she lead her out of the room.
Lyra lead Eve to her bedroom and said her goodnight. As she entered her room – she was greeted by Fate, who sat on the edge of bed. “Fate?” She questioned.
The woman looked up and then smiled. “About time” she stood. “A quick message… The thread of Evelynne’s has become very tangled. I cannot locate the source of what, or why, but that it is…” she looked to her. “Tell me what has changed”
“She can heal, at least… a plant” she spoke and stepped over.
Fate’s eyebrows raised. “That is a very powerful ability… tread careful waters with that. This could be the reasoning...” she crossed her arms. “Perhaps if the wrong person finds out about this… they will try to kill her, for sure… as for the disease. Famine has been blackmailed by Satan to bring forth this. Perhaps Eve could cure it, but she would not be able to prevent it. If we can figure out what Satan has on Famine, we may be able to break the cycle...” she nodded. “That is all I have for now, be careful” she then turned into a tiny spider and climbed up her web.
Lyra wasn’t able to get a word in, really. Fate seemed rather busy. Though, it was nice for her to take the time to warn her… Lyra climbed into and bed and was prepared in the next morning to play for the Royal breakfast.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 4, 2019 9:32:41 GMT -5
The princess smiled to the bard’s compliment. She thought a moment about what it would be like if the tower did discover her talents. What would happen? Would they whisk her away as they did with Lyra? Evelynne had to focus on Lyra’s next words to stop her mind from wandering. Her smile only widened as Lyra spoke that the properties that she seemed to possess the ability to heal. “I’ve been reading as much as I can...I’ve read the old scrolls of our doctors and apothecaries...I’ve even asked the nurses questions...” She spoke and then sighed softly as Lyra told her to be careful. She knew that dabbling in something like this would be dangerous. She only nodded in response as she remembered back to their first conversation when Lyra spoke of the possibility of overdoing the magic. How if she pushed too hard she could injure herself. If she was hurt, or even killed, she wouldn’t be able to care for her kingdom and healing the sickness that plagued her people might not happen.
“The ball is tomorrow.” The princess smiled to Lyra. She couldn’t wait to play for those that gathered in the ballroom. She couldn’t want to see the looks on their faces as the two played in harmony. She stopped at her door and glanced to Lyra a moment, a smile danced upon her lips still. “Thank you, Lyra.” She spoke before she slipped into her bedroom. Her maiden helped her slip from her dress and into her night gown. She pulled the pins from her hair and allowed it to tassel down. The princess let out a long breath as she stepped to her balcony after she’d pulled on her robe. Her mind wandered. She looked out over the city as she did nearly every night. She thought back to Lyra’s words. Perhaps she could heal the sickness. One day. How long would it take her to learn such a feat? She was so deep in thought that she didn’t hear her door click open. She gripped onto the railing and closed her eyes.
“It’s a chilly evening. Why don’t you come inside?”
Evelynne nearly jumped from her skin. She sucked in a quick breath as she’d spun around, her eyes stared to Leon. Her hair fell into her eyes and he gently brushed it away. “Wh-what are you doing?” She stammered as she looked up to him.
The prince only gave a smile as he watched her. “Can I not miss my future queen?” He asked with a playful smile. His thumb brushed her cheek as he gazed into her eyes.
The princess smiled as an overwhelming sense of calm overtook her. She let out a laugh. “Is that all, Leon?” She asked as she closed her eyes a moment to his touch.
Leon chuckled as he slipped an arm around her, “Why don’t you come in out of the cold?” He asked as he led her inside. It felt like more of an order than a question. He released her and closed the doors before he turned to her once again. He stepped to her and took her hands into his as he gazed into her eyes. “Why must we wait a month? Hm?”
The princess took in a breath as she gazed into his eyes. She relaxed even more. There was something about him this evening. Something that she couldn’t place. Then again, she’d never truly been alone like this with the prince. There was always a maiden, or a knight within earshot or eyesight. In this moment she was alone. “What are you implying?” She responded after a drawn out moment of silence between the two.
The prince grinned as he looked to her. “That I am merely excited to rule at your side, Eve.” He cupped her cheek again. “So why should we wait for some silly festival? It is only your kingdom that does such a long festival for the royalty to be wed. If we were in Voleg you and I would already sit upon the throne with the crowns upon our heads.” He’d moved closer as he spoke to her, his words smooth as silk.
Evelynne’s breath caught in her chest. “It is tradition.” She turned her body from him then, his hand slipped from her cheek quickly as she’d turned.
The prince wrapped an arm around her waist, her back pressed against his chest. He leaned down and rest his chin upon her shoulder. “Of course.” He spoke, “I can respect a tradition. Many of our ancestors had traditions. Even traditions that are no longer followed.” He chuckled softly.
Evelynne’s hands had clasped over his arm that was wrapped around her waist. She closed her eyes as she felt her magic bubbling up within her. Fear? Or was it something else. The prince was closer than she’d been to him since they’d met. She took in a breath and spun in his arms. Her eyes gazed up into his, a smile played upon her lips. She reached up and cupped his cheek. “The festival will aid you in understanding our traditions here, Leon.” She gazed into his eyes. “Though there may be some traditions that you may not agree with, that is something that you and I will discuss once we are king and queen.” She felt his arm tighten slightly around her waist as she smiled to him. “For now, Leon. Just relax and enjoy the time that we have together. Carefree. For once we become king and queen there will be plenty of responsibility. Our people will depend upon us.” She nodded her hand still on his cheek.
The prince let out a chuckle as he tilted his head slightly. “I see your point, Eve.” He still held her a bit more tightly than the princess expected from him. “I suppose you are right.” He reached up and slipped his hand to cup her cheek, his fingers curled around the side of her head. His lips pressed against hers. Evelynne froze. Her breath caught in her chest. Her heart raced. Butterflies swelled within her stomach. It felt like ten years that he held her there. Though it also felt like it hadn’t happened at all as the prince released her and took a step back. “I will see you for breakfast, Evelynne.” He had a playful smile about his lips.
The princess stood with her jaw loose as she watched him leave the room. Her brows furrowed slightly as she sat on the edge of her bed. She felt like she was in a daze. Almost like when Lyra had lulled her to sleep with her magic. She felt as though there was a smoky cloud about her head. She pulled the blankets over her and lay down. Her night was filled with tossing and turning. The moments spent with the prince raced through her mind. Then the nightmare that she’d had before meeting him. Only this time his face filled the shadowy spot where the face had been once before.
The princess woke in the morning before her hand maiden fetched her. She found the woman and had her help her get dressed. She wore a beautiful red and black flowing dress. It was perfect for the ball. The princess wore her tiara upon her head and lovely golden necklace with a red ruby in the center. She made her way downstairs, not many stirred within the castle yet. She still felt as though she was in a fog. She roamed through the castle and found her way to the dining hall where she entered. It was silent. Not even the chefs roamed about yet this morning. She made her way to the table and sat down. Her mind replayed the night before over and over again.
“Princess?” A servant that was to set the table asked, his brows furrowed. “Princess are you alright?” He asked.
Evelynne looked up to him and forced a smile upon her lips. “Yes, yes of course. Why do you ask?”
“Breakfast isn’t for nearly two hours, your highness...” The servant spoke softly.
The princess took in a breath. “I see. Of course. Silly me.” She stood and cleared her throat. “I must have gotten up earlier than usual.” She smiled as she stepped from the room. She wandered the halls and found herself in her study where she sat at her desk. She let out a long breath, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that clouded her mind.
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Post by Raven on Dec 4, 2019 19:14:27 GMT -5
Lyra woke early the following morning. She had no reason why, just that her body did. She rolled from the bed and pulled her clothing on. There was something in the air that bothered her, and her natural instincts were pretty good. What Fate said the night before.... what would happen to cause something? She knew.... outside entities cause Chaos to the natural balance of things. Chronos had warned of the demon, who she took care of. What else could come their way? Demons lurked so often, it appeared. She wondered how much work Fate was having to do, to untangle these knots. Though, from the sounds of it - this was one that she couldn't quite do. Something big was going to happen....
Lyra's steps had led her down the hallway. She paused as her eyes peered forward - the Princess was awake? She had just missed her - as the Princess stepped into her office... A thought popped in her head. With a devious smile - she stepped down the hall and into the kitchen. She was early, the Chefs might arrive soon... She quickly brewed tea and grabbed two bagels, with spread, and ushered down the hallway. She was like a little girl that escaped her room early, smuggling away food.
Lyra stepped before the Office and tapped on the door with her knuckle, hands full of things. She stepped inside and pushed the door close with her foot... She came forward and set two plates down on the table, two bagels and the spread. In the other hand was the two mugs of coffee, it was a wonderful balancing act to get here. She set the cups down and then sat across from the Princess. Before she could even speak - something felt different. She could sense a darkness looming about. In that moment her stomach dropped.
"Erm…" she cleared her throat. "Something's off, I mean no disrespect, Princess. Did you pursue any magic last night? I can sense... a bit of Dark Magic, I hope.... you didn't venture into that?" she questioned as she shifted, spreading the cream cheese on the bagels. She held her hand over the bread then and focused - the bread began to get crispy, as if toasted. The cream cheese melting just slightly. She nodded and sat back. "Are you okay?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 4, 2019 19:34:00 GMT -5
The princess sat at the desk, a few books before her. Her ocean eyes stared at one of the books she had been reading on the art of healing. It wasn’t speaking of magic of course. But she had read nearly anything she could get her hands on. She flipped through the pages, reading. Though she wasn’t focused. Not nearly as much as she normally was. The daze still clutched her as if she was wrapped in a cocoon of fog. When the knock came from the door Evelynne lifted her eyes, her hand rest upon the page of the book. She watched as the bard stepped to the table, the balancing act normally would have sparked a smile from the princess, though this morning her expression seemed dull. She looked to the bagels and the coffee that Lyra brought in. Then when the bard questioned her, her ocean eyes lifted once more.
“Lyra, it’s early.” She spoke her brows quivered slightly as she looked to her. She looked to the bagels as Lyra spread the cream cheese upon them. “No. No magic at all.” She nearly whispered. She tried to think. Her mind replayed the nightmare. Then it replayed the moments with the prince. “After I healed the plant, you took me straight to my room. Then...” She seemed to have to think about the next part. She then gave a soft smile that was nearly forced. “I had a visit from Leon last night. That’s all.” She reached forward to one of the cups of coffee. Her fingertips wrapped around the warm mug and she took in a breath. “He is quite the gentlemen.” She took a sip of her coffee. “In fact, I wonder why it is that the festival must be so long? Why must it drag on for a month before he can become our new king?” She shook her head. “It is a rather odd tradition.” She shrugged slightly. “But it has been this way since the kingdom was founded.” She seemed to be rambling. The thoughts that came to her mind she seemed to just blurt out. Her carefully picked words were not there. The subtle royal tone seemed diminished today.
The princess reached forward then and took the bagel. “I was starving.” She gave a warm smile. “Thank you, Lyra.” She lifted it and took in a breath. “You always seem to be there, hm?” She took a bite then and leaned back slightly in her chair. Her smile faded slightly, the feeling that she’d gotten when Leon spoke to her rushed through her body once again. She closed her eyes for a long moment. She took in a long breath as she opened her eyes again, she looked to Lyra and smiled. “Are you ready for the ball this evening?” She asked, her voice a bit more cheerful now.
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Post by Raven on Dec 4, 2019 19:47:48 GMT -5
Lyra raised a brow - these things should be easy to say. The thinking, the turning gears.... Lyra sat back and sipped her tea and listened to her speak. These were not her words, she knew it so. It reminded her of a different attitude. If anything - the Princess would want to wait. Things were moving quickly, she was just ranting to Lyra a day ago about. How uncomfortable it was to leave her life and become married, to a man that she thought she knew, but didn't know at the same time. Why would she want to suddenly skip the pedantic?
"I try to be there" she winked and then she stood. She set her coffee down and trailed about the room for a moment before coming behind the Princess. "Relax" she spoke, ignoring her question about the ball. Lyra set her hands upon the Princess's shoulders - she pressed her thumbs into her shoulder blades, just over her silky dress. She massaged her for a long moment, forcing the Princess to relax, as commanded. She then moved her hands so that they hovered before her ears - palms facing the Princess's head. "Take a deep breath for me" she spoke with a soft voice.
As the Princess exhaled - Lyra inhaled. She leaned her head back and in and instant she could see. The night before - how Leon held the Princess, how his words were laced with its poison. She could see something different though. A kind of glow around the Prince... As she watched the vision - the darkness that clouded the Princess was drawn away, Lyra would hold it for her, until it faded. When it was over - Lyra released her breath that she had held and stepped back... slowly she made her way to her seat once more... Her brows pulled together.
"Dark Magic" she whispered and then cleared her voice. Lyra could handle the taint better than the Princess might, it was evident it was poisoning her, to a degree. "You had some kind of spell, or...taint, as I like to call it. Dark magic lingering your head, kind of blocking your own thoughts. It's nothing powerful, and hardly noticeable. I could feel something, but your unlikely words were not you..." she sat back and thought for a second. "Princess, I know this is all new to you... but what do you know of Demons?" she questioned.
"I have reason to believe they are here. Tainting the world. I am wondering... if an enemy sees this opportunity to attack the Kingdom, using the Prince to get to you. I wonder if someone is using him as a puppet..." she shook her head "I wonder if he even knows. This kind of magic can slowly warp the thoughts of someone. It would make sense - the Prince seems so perfect, yet so dull. Someone could be using him, warping his mind like you experienced, to gain the Throne quickest... when the Kingdom transitions, that is it's weakest point" she spoke and then sipped her coffee. "I would say I am being irrational, but I drew dark magic from you, and it was placed upon you. I know it so. I saw your scene last night. Leon held you close, uncomfortably, so close you could smell his breath, from behind - a jaw on your shoulder" there was no way she could make this up. "Whispering the very words you uttered this morning..." she sipped once more.
"I don't trust him" she said plainly.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 4, 2019 20:14:39 GMT -5
Evelynne watched the bard as she stood, her brows pulled together. “What...are you doing?” She questioned as Lyra walked around behind her. She’d turned her head though when the bard’s thumbs pressed against her shoulders she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. A silence fell over the room as she relaxed as Lyra told her to do. When she was asked to take a deep breath she followed the command. The cloud of her mind seemed to melt away, her eyes fluttered slightly. She looked to Lyra curiously as she took in a breath slowly. “Dark magic?” She questioned and shook her head.
As the bard spoke of the spell her brows tucked together. That feeling. She leaned forward slightly. “Demons aren’t real, Lyra. It’s just something that the bishops of old created to scare us. It is the same as the gods and angels. That is not something that exists.” She shook her head. “What reasoning would you use to state that demons are here?” She raised a brow. The princess seemed curious. Though, she seemed wary. The only mage she knew happened to be sitting before her, yet she was cursed somehow by someone who practiced dark magic.
She leaned forward onto the desk, her elbows pressed against it. The prince a puppet? She wasn’t so sure about that. If he was a puppet wouldn’t she know? Wouldn’t she see it? “This is...” The princess shook her head. “There is no way that you think you’re speaking the truth, Lyra.” She spoke and drew her brows together, her royal tone seeped through. Though it was then that Lyra spoke of pulling the dark magic from her...she spoke of seeing what happened between her and the prince.
Evelynne was silent then. She held her coffee mug and stared down to the desk. She had no words to speak. There was no way that Lyra could make up the story that she’d just spoken. She wouldn’t have gotten all of the facts right at least. The princess shifted slightly in her chair, uncomfortable. She bit at her lower lip and drew in a breath and then shook her head. “Lyra.” She looked to her. “Just how many times have you looked at my memories? Do you read my thoughts? Or is it just my past?” She questioned quickly. This might not have been the reaction that Lyra would expect from the princess. “That is.” She drew in a breath, was it that the dark magic still tainted her? “You shouldn’t have done that, Lyra.” She watched her and pressed her lips together in a flat line.
“Demons?” She shook her head and stood. “Perhaps you should speak with the bishop about the demons that have invaded our world, hm? He should have an exorcism that could be performed, or he could burn sage to put the spirits at rest. I do not appreciate you speaking of my future husband in such a way, Lyra.” She had her arms crossed over her chest. “I do not have a choice in the matter and placing ill thoughts into my mind will not help me. I already have enough nightmares as it is.” She cleared her throat at the end, she was pacing slightly now. It was clear that the princess was disturbed by all of this. The temperature in the room had even lowered a good 15 degrees. The once hot coffee within the princess’ mug was now frozen. “What do you suppose that I should do?” She questioned, her voice sounded almost irritated. This was a whole different side of the princess. A side that Lyra had yet to see.
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Post by Raven on Dec 4, 2019 20:27:56 GMT -5
Lyra's brows raised as Evelynne seem to counter-attack. This was not like her at all. They had shared secrets, giggling into the night. She felt like she truly knew Eve. While she knew Eve did not agree completely, never did she dismiss Lyra's ideas. Lyra then smiled as Eve spoke. "Spoken like a Queen, now. It is fair you should ask, and even ponder. You need to." she looked to the mug - which was icy cold. Her emotions were riling her magic. "I've never barged into your thoughts, or your memories. Drawing that spell from you caused me to vision the instance in which you donned it. Meaning to say that some how Leon passed you the spell, or something..." she stood then, her bagel was untouched yet.
"I do apologize, my Princess. I crossed a line, please forgive me. I must remember my place, in the scheme of things. You are to bed wed, and I am simply the provider of entertainment" she spoke with a slightly cross voice. "I do not place ill thoughts, only so if you choose to absorb them. If you trust him so, then I will too. I will forget my dismay" her voice had changed, much like she might speak to the Queen herself. Careful and yet sophisticated word choice.
"I do not suppose you to do anything. Despite all things the marriage will go on. We are not sure if what I say is true, and I am willing to accept that I could be wrong. In the big picture - I'm little over a novice, I am learning every day as well. So, please forgive me once more. I suppose... should you find yourself amongst nightmares again, or feeling dull, sick, unlike yourself - then you would meditate on my thoughts, and perhaps seek my aid. But" she shifted her lute, which sat on her back. "I am reminded swiftly of my place. I shall care deeply from a far distance, unless you allow it" she spoke then and turned. She shifted her lute so that it rest infront of her. As she walked away - she allowed a faint glow emit from her back - her hue wings appearing once more.
Lyra left the room then, leaving the Princess to her thoughts. She could have consulted her, convinced her to think her way... but it was Eve's choice, and she had to determine things. On the other hand, Lyra was slightly hurt, and part of her wanted the Princess to see that she, too, was not invincible for her actions. Lyra made her way to the dining room, where the Chefs were lining up the food. She sat upon her chair and pulled her lute. She was quiet - she did not sing. The lute spoke for her, a gentle tune filled the room. No magic, just music. Despite even the lack of magic - those who passed smiled to her, the clear and sweet melodies filling the void in the air.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 4, 2019 21:17:48 GMT -5
Evelynne watched the bard as she spoke. As she spoke that she hadn’t barged into her thoughts before the princess’ expression softened slightly. Though she noticed the change in Lyra and her eyes fell away. She hadn’t meant to come off as cross as she had. “Lyra...” She’d spoken softly as the bard left the room. She let out a sigh as she sat back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
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The king and queen soon entered the dining hall. The queen smiled to Lyra. “Ah Lyra, good morning.” She smiled sweetly. “Lovely music this morning.” She complimented at the end of a song before she took her seat. The queen and king spoke amongst themselves for a moment. The prince approached the table dressed in a black tunic with red trimming. “Ah good morning Leon.” The queen spoke with a smile.
“Good morning my queen, my king.” He bowed his head as he took his seat. His eyes glanced to the empty chair. “Where is Evelynne?” He questioned, his voice laced with concern.
Liliana looked to the empty chair and then to to Ezra. “Have you seen her this morning?” She sighed slightly. “Sometimes she gets carried away in her study.” The queen went to stand.
“I’ll gather her, my queen.” Leon held his hand up and offered a smile. “No need to worry. I must fetch her shortly when she is my wife. So I should become accustomed to it now.” He smiled, the king chuckled to the prince’s remark. The two looked to him as he left the room.
“At least he isn’t anything like his father.” Ezra grumbled slightly, “The boy seemed to have a kind heart. Has Eve spoken to you of him, my love?” He looked to her as he lifted his mug of coffee to sip.
The queen nodded, “Yes, yes, she said he is almost too perfect.” She let out a warm laugh. The queen then turned, “Lyra.” She spoke as she looked to the bard. “What do you think of our future king? Is he worthy of my daughter?” She questioned. The queen was fascinated by the bard, she’d always ask challenging questions of her but she’d yet to ask something like this.
Ezra cleared his throat and shook his head. “You do not have to answer that. If you do not want to.” He grumbled slightly as he looked to his wife.
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The prince pushed into the room and smiled, “Good morning, sweet Evelynne.” He spoke as he walked toward her.
The princess lifted her eyes. She looked to him and bit her lip slightly. The memory rushing back to her mind. She stood slowly and as he stepped toward her she shook her head. “Don’t.” She spoke.
Leon looked to her with worried eyes. “Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?”
The princess let out a breath as she looked to him. Was Lyra right? Had he cast a spell on her? His eyes showed concern. Someone who was concerned wouldn’t do such a thing. “Yes. Yes of course I am alright.” She spoke after a moment of silence. “Good morning, Leon.” She stepped to him and kissed his cheek, she smiled to him and took his hand, their fingers interlaced.
Leon looked to her a moment. “You’re not upset about last night?” He asked as he turned to her and gazed into her eyes.
The princess shook her head. “No, not at all. It was a pleasant surprise to be tucked in by you.” She smiled to him.
The prince grinned then, “Well, I’m glad.” He leaned forward and cupped her cheek to kiss her once again. “You had me worried for a moment.” He whispered as he gazed into her eyes. Evelynne’s breath caught in her chest once again. Her eyes glowed in that moment, the magic swirled within. The prince smirked slightly as he caught this. “You know magic?” He asked curiously.
Evelynne’s heart skipped a beat. She’d allowed him to see. “Um...I...” She sucked in a quick breath.
“Eve.” He grasped her face. “It’s okay.” He gazed into her eyes. “You’ve nothing to worry about my dear sweet Evelynne.” He chuckled softly. “You act like I’m going to hang you for having such an amazing ability.” He smirked. “I’ve wanted to learn magic, but I can’t figure the stuff out.” He tilted his head slightly, as if he was looking into her soul. His hands still upon her face. “What can you do?” He asked.
Evelynne’s breath shook slightly, that feeling. The overwhelming sensation of trust and calm came over her once again. “I’m trying to learn how to heal...” She spoke, her voice a whisper.
“Mm really?” The prince grinned then, “How incredible. How close are you?”
The princess’ eyes fluttered as he held her head, a red glow came from his palms. “Close.” She breathed.
Leon smirked then, “That could come in handy, hm? Let’s just, forget this conversation. Focus on what we talked about last night huh?” He kissed her again before he released her.
The princess staggered slightly. She took in a few quick breaths, her eyes fell upon Leon then. “Leon?” She asked, a smile curved up her lips. “Good morning.” She stepped to him. “Is it breakfast already?” She questioned.
Leon chuckled, “Yes, yes you’ve been studying I see.” He took her hand. “Come on.” He led her from the room.
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“Do you think the boy got lost?” Ezra chuckled as he looked to the queen.
Liliana looked to the king and chuckled. “Don’t you remember our time during festival?” She kissed his cheek then. Within the next moment the door opened and Evelynne walked in with her hand held by Leon. The two were laughing and smiling. They came to the table and sat down. “Thank you for joining us.” The queen smiled as she looked to her daughter.
Evelynne blushed slightly and smiled to her mother. “My apologies mother.” She spoke with a slight laugh. Breakfast then began. The royal family chattered amongst themselves. Near the end of breakfast Evelynne looked to her father with a determined gaze. “Father. With all of the looming wars, and with such an illness plaguing our people. Would it not be wise for the festival to be shortened?” She spoke as she looked to him.
Ezra set his mug down, his brows tucked together slightly. “You want to shorten the festival?” He asked, his eyes then looked to Leon. “Did you fill her with such an idea? It would ruin tradition.” He grumbled.
Leon straightened slightly, “I’m certain my father did not expect such a long wait for me to take your daughter’s hand. Besides, what is being done about the sick?” He asked his tone was a bit more direct than usual.
Liliana set her mug down, “We are doing all that we can. How dare you.” She drew her brows together. “This agreement is not final. We have the festival to welcome you and to celebrate your marriage….to celebrate you as our new king and our daughter as our new queen.” She looked to Evelynne a moment before she shook her head. “We will talk on this later.” She stood. “Now is not the time. We have the ball to prepare for.” She looked to Ezra a moment before she left the room.
The king drew in a breath. “Leon. Come with me, we do need to discuss this matter, as much as it pains me. If we must shorten the festival to make your father happy with the agreement, then that is what shall be done. Come.” He stood and began walking from the room.
Leon smirked slightly. He gave Evelynne’s hand a quick squeeze. “I’ll see you soon sweet Evelynne.” He kissed her cheek before he followed the queen from the room.
Evelynne sat, her fork still in hand. She’d hardly touched her breakfast. Only a sip or two from her drink. The servants cleared the table around her and she set her fork down finally. Once everything was taken she slowly stood. “Lyra...” She spoke, she felt sick to her stomach. “I...” She faltered in her step as she tried to walk toward Lyra.
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Post by Raven on Dec 4, 2019 21:44:07 GMT -5
Lyra bowed her head as the Queen complimented her playing. "Thank you, your grace" she spoke, and then began a new song. She was quiet, often she tried to avoid eavesdropping on the conversations, but it was usually quite difficult not to. As the Queen spoke to her - Lyra couldn't but chuckle to the King's response. She paused on her chord and thought for a second. "Well, your Highness. Not a soul is worthy" she replied.
"As I thought" The Queen gave a small chuckle, her eyes looking to her husband as she held a glass to her lips, smirking to the side.
The King gave a final chuckle "Are you both ganging up on me? That is against the rules, you know" he lifted his glass and took a sip too, both the King and Queen giggling now. Though as Leon entered - they straightened up, acting that of Royalty now.
It was nice to see that side of them, rare for royalty to show their humanity in front of someone. Pleasant, they both were rather genuine people. Lyra could respect that, perhaps she would write of them in a song.
As Leon entered - Lyra lowered her gaze and continued to play. Her hues looked to him - she felt a lingering distrust, almost hatred. Who was this snake?
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When the two returned Lyra's eyes glanced up. Another emotional shift, smiling and giggling... Lyra played throughout breakfast, avoiding direct eye contact - but she watched. The way the Prince held himself. With confidence, and now his voice nearly demanding. The hustle between the family, and then they were gone. She sucked in a breath - she couldn't believe the Princess had spoken up like that. The best approach would have been to silently speak to her family, alone. Involving the Prince gave him the ability to overstep, which he did. This was not wise, and not like a Princess - who had been trained properly on how to communicate with her Royal family in a discreet way, as you do not wish to give Political power to any other.
It was then that Lyra looked up to the Princess, as they stood alone in the room. She could see it then - The dark aura around Eve's head, thicker than before. She swiftly stood and rushed over - right as Eve stumbled forward, nearly falling. She placed a hand on her shoulder steadying her. "Come on" she spoke and she lead the Princess back to the office, the only real safe spot they had. As they entered - Lyra glanced to the guard outside of the room. "et us our privacy, and announce any incoming.." Lyra commanded. The guard paused, curiously, as if to argue. "Girl business!" she hushed him before her could comment. The guard shuffled and then nodded.
Lyra lead the Princess in and shut the door. "Don't mind my behavior before, I'm sorry" she spoke with a soft voice and lead her to the seat. "You have the darkness around you... No doubt Leon did this. This time... I will relieve some of it, but you have to hold a portion of it. Otherwise he will taint you again. " she stepped forward and stroke her cheek. This time she stood infront of Eve - she searched her eyes for a long moment and then sighed. She held up two hands - on each side of her head and then she nodded. "Long breath" she whispered softly. As Eve released it - she drew inward. The darkness surrounding Eve drew inward on Lyra.
The vision of him before her. Asking her about her magic... and then... erasing her memory? He didn't erase it, he just blocked it, this spell did so. She hummed softly, the music giving her magic. She pulled a hand away and held her palm up - a small glowing golden orb float. She released it and it float to Eve, sinking into her - the memory that had been stolen would be given back to her, she would see it in that moment...
Lyra leaned back and sighed deeply. "No matter the case... I need to teach you how to shield yourself..." she cupped her cheek for a long moment. "I'm terribly sorry you are having to deal with all this..." she shook her head. Lyra sat back for a long moment and then nodded. "Are you alright... feeling any better? You still have a little bit of the taint left, you should be able to handle it though..." she looked to the Princess with a worried face.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 4, 2019 22:14:41 GMT -5
The world was a haze as the princess leaned into the bard. “Lyra...my head...” She spoke softly, her expression cringed. She allowed her to lead her to the study. As she was placed in her seat she shook her head. “No...no I...apologize...Lyra.” Her ocean blue eyes were dull from the dark magic that tainted her. Inherently having a dark spell cast upon her was more damaging because the magic that she learned was so pure. Not once had Evelynne strayed to any of the dark arts. Evelynne took in a breath as she was instructed. Her eyes fluttered and glowed as she did so, her heart began to race within her chest.
The princess leaned back in her chair after the darkness was lifted from her. She watched as Lyra created the golden orb, her eyes glanced to it curiously as it floated to her. As the memory played before her mind her brows quivered. “How could he…?” She breathed. She shook her head. “No...” She realized what she’d done at the breakfast table. Now that the spell was not nearly as strong. “I...” She looked to Lyra. “I just gave him all the power that he wanted, Lyra...” She lowered her eyes.
She found a sense of calm in Lyra’s touch and leaned her head against Lyra’s hand slightly. “I can focus.” She spoke and gave a nod. “I’m not dizzy like I was...I felt like the world was caving in on me...my head...it was being crushed...” She sighed and shook her head. “Lyra I have to go speak to my father...this must be stopped...I just gave Leon everything he wanted me to give him...”
The princess bit her lip, “How do I stop him from doing that to me? How will he know that you are not the one helping me rid myself of the dark magic? Lyra how do you handle so much of it? Does it not make you ill?” Her questions came quickly. She lowered her eyes. “About...the demons...you...you’re right...aren’t you?” She asked her voice small. She felt horrible for yelling at Lyra. “Is it a demon that has turned the prince into a puppet? Or a greedy human…?” She sighed and rubbed her head. She could still feel the grip upon her skull, but it was much better now. “It must have happened recently...he wasn’t like this before...” She looked to Lyra, her expression sad. “It must be someone that came for the start of the festival...someone from another kingdom must have cast this spell on him.”
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Post by Raven on Dec 8, 2019 9:21:18 GMT -5
Lyra let out a deep sigh, as if she had been holding it. She reached up and cupped EVe's cheek gently, and searched her eyes for a moment. Then she stepped back and nodded. "You must deal with your parents first, we can work on shielding you" she helped her forward, a hand upon Eve' shoulder. "I'll come with you." then she paused. "Demons are real, yes. Honestly, it could be a human paying a demon, or a demon himself. There have been rumors of recent sightings of them, infesting this world to spread the blight of evil..." she sighed and then walked toward the door. "We can talk more about it, come on" she waved her over.
They walked up a set of stairs and into another hallway, to the Royal Study. This was the personal Office of the King and Queen. Lyra had scouted this out while pacing around the castle in the late night. She had seen the King leave the office at roughly 2 in the morning. No doubt all of this was stressful, and much management was required. Though he was very good at keeping it quiet, and humbly performing the activities alone. She reached a hand upward and knocked on the door.
"Your Highness, it is the Princess and The Bard" she spoke through the door.
There was a long pause. "Come in" the Queen spoke.
As the Door opened - she could tell the King and Queen were having an argument, or discussion, or however. She bowed her head as she entered and lead the Princess in. "I shall leave-" Lyra spoke.
"No, stay, tell us what is the matter" The Queen spoke and stepped forward. "I can see it across both of your face, something is amiss" she stepped to the door and closed it.
Lyra glanced to the Princess and then nodded. "The words of the Princess, at breakfast, were not her own. I am sure you might have questioned the sudden personality outbreak. I noticed this last night as well. We were up until the late night, singing and talking, as girls might do. And... Forgive me" she paused, taking in a breath.
"Please continue, do not hold back. This is a safe room" The Queen assured.
"Leon had a moment with the Princess, early at night. Nothing but a few words and a kiss, from what the Princess told me. The following morning she was different, then at breakfast. After the outburst - I analyzed her further, and found a dark magic spell about her head and mind. A persuasive spell..." she shook her head. "I was able to extract it, most of it. From our discussion I've gathered that Leon was the only person she came into contact with. This spell is a very... personal spell, whomever put it upon her had to have been close enough to touch her" she stepped back and looked to the Princess.
"Upon my initial observation of the Prince - I do not sense any forthcoming evil. My educated guess is that he is being manipulated by an outside source" she bowed her head. "Typically I would never question Royalty, or even the man to become King, but in this case... the Princess has become a good friend of mine. Someone I can confide in, and she to me. I have promised to use my magic for good, and keep those around me safe. This is only my duty. Should you - "
"No need to apologize, Bard" the Queen cut her off, evident that Lyra was apologizing. Knowing full and well that it is not her place to question such things. Normally the bard would be shamed...
"I told you something was up" The Queen looked to her husband, and then grinned. "No man can ever be so perfect, a show he was playing. Then one slip - this morning. Both of you." she glanced to her daughter. "Are you better now?" The Queen stepped forward and placed two hands on Eve's cheek, in a motherly way she observed Eve, as if to see if magic lingered still. She kissed the cheek of the Princess and smiled. "The Bard has spoken, what do you say, my daughter?" she questioned and lead her over to the plush couch.
The King remained quiet, the gears were turning in his head. "Even if this were true... We'd need proof to do anything, and he would have to be seen in a fair trial. Otherwise we lose our treaty with the Kingdom..." he shook his head. "Go on, my love" he nodded, looking to the Princess.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 10:01:43 GMT -5
Evelynne looked to Lyra, her eyes worried. As Lyra cupped her cheek her expression softened slightly. She still couldn’t explain why Lyra made her feel so comfortable, so calm. Even in a time of crisis such as this. She watched the bard as she spoke of demons, it caused her to take in a slow deep breath in order to keep her calm. “This must be a nightmare...” She whispered to herself. “Lyra, please tell me that I’m going to wake up and that everything is going to go away...” The stress of the situation was written all over her expression as they walked to the royal study.
The princess looked to her parents, she could see an equal amount of stress in their expressions. They had been fighting. That was for certain. She knew that look. Fighting might not have been the right word for it, but it was a heated discussion nonetheless. Evelynne watched Lyra as she told the king and queen what was going on. Her head bowed slightly as if she was to get scolded for allowing such things to happen. Though she knew better. When Liliana walked up to her and cupped her face the princess leaned forward slightly. It was evident how much the king and queen cared for their daughter. “Much better mother. Lyra saved me, I felt so ill after breakfast.” She spoke before she glanced to Lyra a moment.
“I do not believe that Leon is to blame for this, I believe in what Lyra has spoken of. It could be a spell that was cast upon him to cause him to take such actions.” She looked to her father. “Or even if it is the prince himself...something must be done, he stole my memory and forced those thoughts into my head...” She shook her head. “I...didn’t realize what I spoke to you...I didn’t realize any of it until Lyra lifted the spell from my clouded mind. I felt as though I was in a daze, nothing felt real and yet everything around me was made to feel perfect.” She took in a breath.
The queen furrowed her brows slightly, “There must be a way to catch the prince.” She spoke, the gears seemed to be turning in her own mind. She glanced to Lyra a moment and then back to her daughter. “Lyra.” She finally spoke. “You’ve proven to be an excellent Bard. Not only have you provided us with entertainment you have saved my daughter, and quite possibly our kingdom. I would like to entrust you with one more thing.” Her expression was serious as she looked to the bard. “I want you to catch the prince, I want evidence. We must provide it before the wedding, otherwise there will be no chance to protect Evelynne or our kingdom.”
“The wedding has been moved forward as well...” The king spoke in a defeated voice. “Leon demanded it, he threatened to send word to his father about the long arrangement of the festival...it would have started the war that we are trying to evade...there was no reasoning with him.” The king let out a long breath and shook his head. “The wedding is in a week.”
The princess raised her brows slightly. “There must be something we can--...”
“Unfortunately he got you to do as he wanted and it fueled the fire for him to make his move. There was nothing I could do without the risk of starting a war.” The king sighed.
“I appol--...”
“Eve.” The king stepped forward, he cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. “We won’t allow anything to happen to you my sweet girl.” He hugged her then and let out a breath before he looked to the bard. “Will you be able to do as my wife has asked?” He searched her eyes. “I would also like to task you with protecting my daughter. I don’t want anyone else near her or close to her without you there...” The king spoke and drew in a breath. “I know this is much to ask from a bard. We will pay you significantly more. Whatever you ask it shall be done. I am entrusting you with my daughter’s life, Lyra.”
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 11:59:07 GMT -5
Lyra tensed up slightly as the Queen asked her of the favor. though no doubt she was going to do this anyways. "My Queen, I will do my best..." she bowed her head. "As for the Safety of your daughter, I have already committed to this" she smiled weakly and then stepped aside, she allowed their final moments. "What should we do if we cannot exert any evidence?"
The King looked to Lyra and sighed softly. "I.... I don't know. We shall see what kind of Threat he imposes. If he risks the safety of our Kingdom, then we will do what we must... but until then..." he shook his head. "We will think of something..." he turned to his daughter then. "As much as he has tried to brainwash you, he would have push the date to sooner regardless... Do not hold any guilt... Go on now, your mother and I have much to discuss" he nodded. "And if you have any worries or doubt, we are here, okay... We'll push through this together" he stood then and leave them out the door.
Lyra lead Eve out into the hallway. "Come with me" she spoke and lead her down the stairs. She took her to her Bedroom, and shut the door behind her. "Alright, let me swiftly try to teach you, hm?" she closed her eyes for a brief moment. "The only way to counter Dark magic is with light..." she smiled then. "When I drew the darkness from you, it was no spell. I did it because I wished to. This is all you have to really do. If you will it, it shall happen, understand?" she shook her head. "I can really only do this once, so... let us practice"
Lyra stepped forward then and shut her eyes for a brief moment. She raised a hand a placed it on the side of her head, her thumb brushing against Eve's ear. "As I do this - you should feel it, it'll feel cold, you will feel unbalanced, almost like... when you're in trouble. In that moment you need to just will for that ill feeling to go away, ask that magic within you to aid you... It will come to your beckon." she sucked in a breath then.
It was then that she began to summon dark magic. It was hidden away, to a point that she had even blocked it off entirely. But it was do-able. Many had the power to do so, many Angels dipped into it safely, and others were consumed by it. Lyra summoned only a little bit. Just like the demon they fought. A little bit was safe, and almost unnoticeable. "Do you feel it?" she whispered breathlessly. The dark magic swarmed from her body and then began to seep towards Eve. She commanded it to force her thoughts, just like Leon had done to her.
After a few seconds she stepped back, breathing heavily now. "Ugh, I hate the way that feels..." she looked to her then and observed her. "You did well, just enough that it lingers, but doesn't consume you. Enough that if he analyzed you, he woulld know it still lingers..." she thought for a moment. "Okay... we have the day to resume. Tonight is the ball.." she sucked in a breath and then stepped forward. She placed a hand on the Princess's cheek and then placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "I'll be there, I'll play some music that will help... Just give me a concerned look if you need to be whisked away" she smiled then and stepped away. Just as she went for the door - there was a knocking.
"Princess? I've been looking for you" it was her handmaiden. "The King has told me... erm. Anyways, we must get you prepped" she opened the door. "M'lady Bard" the Maiden bowed and then took Eve's arm. "I will keep her safe, Guards all about" she stepped out of the doorway, where 2 knights followed along. "We must get your done, a face mask... everything, it will be lovely. Come, relax" she turned her gaze to the Bard. "You too, come on. You can play that lovely music, we must enjoy ourselves before the stressful night, come come" the woman stepped forward swiftly.
She lead them to the large bathing room. It had a large tub in the middle, the room was full of steam from the hot water. "Both of you, in in" she waved. The tub was more like a pool, it could fit roughly four people.
"uhh?" Lyra lifted her lute.
"Oh come on" the Maiden stepped behind Lyra and began to untie her. "Quit being such a nilly, this is what Royals do. Bathing together is normal, in you go" she pulled away her corset. Lyra swiftly covered her chest with one arm and then slowly set her lute down in a chair.
"Oh - okay" she blushed heavily, her eyes looking to the Princess. She diverted her gaze away as the Hand Maiden undressed her. The two knights before - stood on the other side of the door, one of them chuckling slightly as he could hear through the door. Lyra was then standing nude, her clothes neatly piled where the hand Maiden placed it. The woman stepped forward and slapped her rear, a slapping sound filling the large room. Lyra squealing slightly and then swiftly stepped forward. "Okay okay, I get it" she stepped into the hazy water. There was a layer of bubbles ontop.
It was pleasantly warm... she stepped in closer and then found a seat. "Well, I suppose I never expected this" she spoke sheepishly, forcing her eyes to stray away from the Princess. Instead she looked to the decorative ceiling, which had intricate paintings all above. Thankfully the bubbles hid away her body, safely disguised by the water. "I've never been Pampered before" she spoke. She glanced to the Handmaiden who smiled as she came to the Bard. She lifted a small glass bottle and dumped the contents on the top of Lyra's head, Shampoo. It smelled minty, with hints of other natural herbs. The maiden then pressed her fingers into Lyra's scalp, scrubbing and massaging. Lyra couldn't help but release a Mmm like sound. "Oh man..." she let the woman move her head about. Warm water was poured over her head as the woman washed the suds out. "Okay, Eve, I can see why this is so nice..." the Maiden then pressed her thumbs into Lyra's shoulders, massaging her. "Is this an every day occurrence?" she questioned the Princess.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 13:14:06 GMT -5
Evelynne watched Lyra her eyes almost guilty. She felt terrible that the bard was being placed in such a situation. The woman, like she’d said, had become her friend rather quickly. She cared about her. And for her to be placed in a situation like this. She didn’t like it. Though, she’d rather have that than her mind wiped clean by the prince. She glanced to Ezra as he spoke and she nodded when he spoke that he had matters to discuss with the queen. She wasn’t involved in much of the political discussions. That was something she feared would hinder her as the queen. Her parents wanted to protect her from such things, yet when she took over the kingdom she wondered how well she would fair knowing some of the terrible things that happen.
The princess followed Lyra. “I do apologize for the circumstances you’ve been placed in, Lyra...” She watched her as they walked down the stairs. “My father will make sure that you are taken care of. I can promise you that.” She nodded as they reached the room. She turned to Lyra as she spoke of teaching her. She wondered if she truly could protect herself against the dark magic that the prince forced upon her. Evelynne gazed into Lyra’s eyes, “Only once?” She’d questioned, her voice sounding a bit worried. She took in a shaken breath, she could tell that Lyra wasn’t entirely comfortable with this. “Lyra...” She drew her brows together slightly. Though Lyra spoke of how to keep the dark magic away...this terrified her. What if she couldn’t? What would she do? What if the prince overpowered her? She wasn’t a skilled mage. She had only scraped the surface of magic and now she had to protect herself. Evelynne felt it then. The cold sensation.
Her brows quivered. “Lyra...” She spoke with a shaken breath. “Wait...I...” The feeling rushed over her. She closed her eyes and focused. As she opened her eyes she could see the red of the dark magic floating in the air. “I...feel it...” She spoke softly. Her eyes glowed slightly as she reached up her hand grasped onto Lyra’s shoulder. She felt the swarming spinning sensation as the dark magic tried to set in on her. Though as she focused she felt the sensation push away from her. When Lyra stepped back the princess took a step back as well.
“The ball...” Evelynne sighed slightly, she didn’t want to be anywhere near the prince. Not after what he did. Though, she knew she couldn’t let on that she knew about him wiping her memory and trying to brainwash her. When Lyra stepped forward again the princess gave a soft smile. When the bard kissed her cheek, she may have noticed a slight pink blush rush over the princess’ cheeks, only for a mere moment. “I’m glad you’ll be there, Lyra.” The princess searched her eyes as if to say more, but they were interrupted by a knocking at the door.
The princess nodded to her handmaiden, “Robin thank you.” She spoke with a smile. “Come, Lyra.” She nodded as she followed the maiden. The princess knew exactly where they were going. The royal baths, she shared time with many royals at the baths. It truly was a normal occurrence as Robin claimed. Evelynne chuckled softly, a smile remained on her lips as Robin untied her, “It’s alright, Lyra.” She said with a smile as she climbed into the bubbly water. She let out a relieved sigh as she relaxed into the heat. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back.
When Robin gave Lyra a bit more encouragement the princess held her hand up as she laughed, a playful smile about her face. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” She giggled and shook her head. The princess relaxed as Robin massaged the shampoo into Lyra’s hair. She giggled to the bard’s comment. “Nearly everyday, yes.” She spoke as she gazed to the bard, her cheeks slightly pink. She diverted her eyes away and she leaned her head back once again as Robin finished up.
“Would you like wine your highness?” Robin asked after several minutes of massaging the bard. Though she didn’t wait for the response she was already pouring two glasses.
“Yes, thank you, Robin.” The princess responded and without opening her eyes she lifted her hand on cue as the maiden placed the glass within her fingertips. “Thank you.”
Robin placed a glass of wine next to the bard. “Enjoy yourself, not many get to spend time with the royals like this, especially the princess.” She whispered so that the princess couldn’t hear before she stood and made her way to the other side of the bath. The handmaiden then began to lather the princess’ hair and she massaged her just as she had Lyra. The bath was filled with oils and lovely scents that relaxed the mind.
Soon enough Evelynne climbed from the bath and pulled on her bathrobe before they moved to the dressing room which was adjacent to the baths. Her dress was already hanging, ready for her. An outfit was set for Lyra as well. Robin smiled as she pulled the outfit from the closet and held it toward Lyra. “The queen thought you might like this.” She smiled before she turned her attention to the princess. It was an afternoon filled with doing her hair, make-up. Making her absolutely perfect. The princess giggled and joked with Robin, a smile about her lips. She smiled to Lyra and made conversation with her as well. It all seemed carefree and fun.
The queen came to see the trio with a servant that carried a charcuterie board. “Ah you look lovely darling. Let me see.” She turned Evelynne around and cupped her cheek. “Stunning.” She smiled. “And as Lyra stated, no man is worthy.” She grinned and then chuckled. “Almost done Robin?” She looked to the handmaiden.
“Yes my queen.” Robin bowed deeply.
“Perfect. Enjoy the snack. The ball is soon.” The queen spoke as she left the room.
The princess looked to the board of meats and cheeses, dates and olives. She plucked an olive and ate one with a smile. “Have some.” She nodded to Robin. “You too Lyra.” She smiled and grasped a piece of meat before she sat still once again for Robin to put the finishing touches together.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 17:00:36 GMT -5
When the hand maiden was finally done with her hair, she brought her hands up and rubbed them against her arms. She took in the smell of the bath, and then finally she dared to gaze to the Princess. She felt a red blush cover her cheeks as her eyes naturally traced the curve of the Princess's neck. How her head tilted to the side as Robin massaged. The line that shaped her neck and dove into her collar bones, the rest of her hidden by suds. When was the last time that Lyra had seen anyone in the nude? She had forgotten how beautiful the body is. When flickering lights play off the sheen of bountiful skin. It was nearly intoxicating.
Lyra forced her gaze to rip away when the Princess opened her eyes once more. She lifted her head and accepted the wine with a grin. "Wine so early?" she chuckled. "What a thing to believe" she took a sip and then let out another light Mmm. "How old is this wine?" she questioned Robin.
The woman glanced over and then chuckled "Forty.....six years" she nodded. "From St Claire's Vinyard, they have had a Royal Red line that is supplied only to us, since that family had started, roughly 150 years ago, or so." she stepped over then and knelt down before the back of Lyra head. "Lean back, I'm going to apply the mask" she spoke. Lyra did so and a warm wax was spread over her face. "Now, just relax" she did the same for the Princess. After about 15 minutes they pulled the mask off, it came off easily. It left her face smooth and silky, she hadn't pampered herself so much before.
When they had finished she slipped from the bath and swiftly into a robe. She stepped over to the outfit and glanced to it. It was a beautiful velvet colored corset with golden lines etched that made beautiful swirls upon the fabric. The Maiden pulled it around her and tightened it down. "Ooh, not so tight. I need to breath and sing" she spoke as her ribs were crushed. Robin sighed loudly and loosened it a little. She tied it neatly and then waved her over. "Normally Id argue against trousers but" she handed a pair over. Lyra grinned and pulled them on, black pants with golden lace sewn into the thighs. They tucked into a beautiful set of boots, that came to her knees. Around her waist - the Maiden pulled a side skirt on, this was a very common piece that bards would wear. It had the Royal seal etched. "Your belts, of course" the Maiden helped placed them upon her waist. "The finishing touch" Robin handed her a pull over kind of jacket, it was a half sleeve, and covered her arms. The jacket ended just before her waist, pure decorative and less functional. Lyra reached for her lute then and placed the strap over her, holding it now before her.
"Well, this is lovely" Lyra smiled.
"We're not done yet..." The Maiden spoke as she tied the Princess into her dress. Eve was turned away from her, from around the Maiden - Lyra could see her shoulder blades, the gentle curve of her spine. She turned then and gave her lute a slight strum, her fingers worked the knobs to turn them back in tune.
"What is left?" Lyra questioned.
"Hair and makeup, you goon" Robin spoke and ushered them from the bath room to another room. Lyra argued with the make up, in the end they went with natural tones, she was never fond of it. Her hair was then dried and they did two beautiful thin French braids that met in the middle into a final braid, the rest of her hair lay in their red waves...
"My Queen" Lyra bowed her head. In truth - she looked nothing like herself, but in a way she liked it. She was a typical and plain woman, but now she felt.... beautiful. Perhaps half of it was in the treatment.
Lyra smirked as the Queen mentioned her comment. She hid her gaze as she felt Eve's upon her. "Thank you, your highness. I look forward to the ball" she reached forward then and accepted a cheese and meat, as her stomach was growling.
"The Queen questioned me, the other day, in privacy. She asked if Leon was good enough for you" she spoke just before she placed the cheese into her mouth. She chewed and then chuckled "This was a week ago, or so" she shook her head. "I told her that no man was good enough." she sipped on her wine then, this was their second glass. A gentle buzz still lingered, but the goofiness was already over.
"I could get used to this, you know" she smirked and then stood. "I think...." she stepped over then, as Evelynne's hair was almost done. What a long process of pinning and tending to. "You should begin with the piano, hmm. Curtains closed" she held her hands up - motion for the curtain. "Begin, the curtains should slowly open, revealing you to the crowd for the first time. Then, from the corner of the room, where no one is really paying attention, I shall join you on the second phrase. We'll fill the room with our sound. Slowly, I'll approach, hmm? By the B phrase I would be standing next you and the piano... The whole room will be lit with our tune" she smirked. "Then, I will announce you, hm? I will call your father to offer the first dance. The area will clear... You will join him, and I will play" she nodded. "I haven't thought this through, or anything" she winked.
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