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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 11, 2022 23:37:32 GMT -5
Rosalie heard the chuckle and a great deal of her anxiety brushed away from her. He wouldn’t be laughing if he regretted it. She lifted her eyes to look to him the best she could from how she lay. “No, not a dream.” She smirked slightly. She watched as he turned to her, she was entranced by him. She couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. She wanted to find herself lost within that passion once again. “I...” She watched as he stood. She’d never been without words. Rosalie turned and wrapped the sheet around her body. Her hair was a mess, but it didn’t look terrible on her. It actually looked quite good upon her. She lay back and a smile split her lips as he left the room. He hoped that she enjoyed herself? He had? A soft chuckle came from her.
When he called her name she sat up slowly and looked to him, she held the sheet around her body. She stood as he began to speak. She watched as he gathered her clothing. She slowly piece by piece took the clothes from him. She gazed to him as he pulled the new tunic over his body. She bit her lip slightly. Once she was dressed she walked into the bathroom. It took her a few minutes before she returned. Her hair was brushed through and had lovely tassels to it. It was almost bouncy in a way that the volume held itself.
He began to speak again. She hadn’t answered his previous question. Rosalie walked to him and looked up into his eyes. She gripped the front of his tunic and pulled him into a kiss. She them smiled to him, a playful smile. One that she hadn’t really used with him before. A giggle came over her lips. “Does that answer your first question?” She blushed deeply. “Please don’t watch me from afar anymore, my prince.” She kissed him once again before she released his tunic. Rosalie watched him with her ocean hues a long moment.
Rosalie then smirked slightly, “You’re coming with me then? Good.” She chuckled as she turned and stepped from the room.
Evie was already sitting upon the couch. She was eating a bagel with cream cheese smeared upon it, a steaming hot mug of coffee in her other hand. Evie’s golden hues looked to the two. She gave a smile and then motioned to the platter of bagels and other various breakfast items that the inn had delivered to the room. Good morning. That was all she said to Bran. She didn’t poke at him. She didn’t make fun of him. She merely smiled to her brother.
Rosalie sat down on the couch. “Have you seen Arvid this morning?” She asked as she poured herself a mug of coffee. She searched through the bagels. “Ah blueberry.” She smiled as she grabbed it and smeared on a honey almond cream cheese. “What is your favorite type of bagel, Bran?” She asked as she looked to him. Evie smiled as she looked to her brother. Hm, she’s quite happy. Isn’t she? Evie commented with a smirk to her brother.
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Post by Raven on Jan 11, 2022 23:45:03 GMT -5
Bran kissed her in return and smirked as she spoke “Alright” he nodded. Then it would be so, he would her loyal Prince, until the day he died. For certain. He followed behind her out to the living room, his own hair was slightly messy. His hues glanced to Rosalie. Was she… were they an item now? His girlfriend? In truth he never had such a thing, and was always envious of the guards and such that would speak of theirs.
“I like Cinnamon” he called out as Rosalie hovered over the bagels. “Or Raisin” he placed a record on and he turned around. His eyes glanced to Evie and he raised a brow. Oh enough of you, girly. We get it. he smirked in return and then he stepped past her. Thanks. he approached Arvid’s door and then banged on it.
“Arvid?” he questioned. He opened the door – the viking was gone. It was moments later that the door slammed opened. Arvid came in from the front door with an ale in hand, sloshing and stepping forward.
“I spent – ALL night – with them ladies, andddd” he chugged his ale. “Your beer is good” he burped loudly. “Bed” he stomped into his room and slammed the door.
“I guess I am glad we are spending an extra day here… Arvid can recover… lets make sure he doesn’t over do it tonight… Rosalie and I will be addressing the guard situation.. do you want to come Evie, or explore on your own?” he questioned and crossed his arms. Though then Rosalie approached with his bagel – he accepted it and bowed his head. “Thanks” he spoke with a smile to her.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 12, 2022 12:14:48 GMT -5
Rosalie looked through the bagels, “Raisin?” She questioned. “Only if it was….” She kept searching. “Hm....well....” She smiled as she plucked two bagels from the pile. Rosalie took the top of a cinnamon bagel and the bottom of a raisin bagel. "That...might work..." She spoke to herself, a smile upon her lips. She grabbed a tub of cream cheese and she began to smear it onto the bagel. She glanced to Bran, a smile upon her lips. “I bet he drank all night, with the way he was drinking.” She leaned into the couch and hugged the hot mug of coffee to her chest. She brushed a bit of hair from her eyes and smiled. She looked to Evie whom was looking to her. “Good morning, Evie.” She spoke and then took a drink of her coffee.
It was then that Arvid burst into the room, loud as always. Rosalie laughed as she watched the man make his way to his room. “Do you really think we can control Arvid?” She questioned as she looked to Bran. She set her mug down and poured another mug of coffee. Evie watched her with curious hues as she watched the General walk across the room to her brother. “Here you are. Why don’t you come sit and enjoy your breakfast?” Rosalie smiled to him as she turned and walked back over to the couch. She sat back down. She pulled a knee to her chest as she sat comfortably.
Evie drew in a breath as she looked to her brother. I would like to see the city. It seems to large. She chewed on a piece of her bagel.
Rosalie glanced to Bran, her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked to him. She was like a young girl in that moment. She sipped upon her coffee from the large mug to hide the heat of her cheeks. “Do you think it’s wise for Evie to be off on her own?” She questioned softly. She looked to Evie. “Not that I don’t believe you can handle yourself...this city has just...” She drew in a breath. “It isn’t like it was once upon a time. I don’t want to see you get hurt, Evie.” Rosalie offered a gentle smile.
Evie sipped upon her coffee as she watched the General. She seemed to think it over a long moment before she nodded. Rosalie is right...perhaps it isn’t the best idea...another time? Can we explore the city after? She looked to her brother a moment before she finished her bagel.
Rosalie looked to Bran, awaiting what Evie said. She finished her own bagel and then her mug of coffee. “I should get dressed.” She spoke before she slipped from the couch. Her hand trailed along the back of Bran’s shoulders as she left to her room.
Evie smirked slightly. She took a drink from her mug of coffee. Do you think the city is that dangerous? She questioned softly. She leaned forward and grasped her leather wraps from the coffee table before her. She began wrapping her arms carefully to hide the runes and scars. Do you think...we could visit one of the shops? Find a pair of gloves? I would really like that. She smiled to him as her golden hues looked up from the wrapping. She then drew in a breath. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard... She pressed her lips together. I...hope that you don’t regret anything... She watched him with almost worry in her hues. She’d always pushed him. That was how they worked, he pushed her and she pushed him. That is how they ended up pulling such crazy pranks on the guards and the king.
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Post by Raven on Jan 12, 2022 20:40:09 GMT -5
Bran accepted his bagel, he turned it from one side to the other, inspecting it. “Ahhhh” he started chuckling. “You took my two favorite and combined them, touche Madam Rosalie” he took a bite and nodded happily. He in every nature seemed more upbeat, dare to even say – happy. He glanced to his sister and smirked.
He nibbled on his bagel and glanced to his sister.. “I’m sure we can at least go shopping, when does she ever get to do that?” he questioned. He nodded to Rosalie – but he felt a jolt of electricity across his back as she grazed past him. He sucked in a breath and glanced forward to his sister, a grin plastered across his face. “You’re good sister… always looking out for me” he placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’re going to address the guard, we’ll come back here and get you after. We can grab some food and go shopping, the town center here is pretty nice. So, just hang tight. I think Rosalie has some books for you” he waved and then stepped into his room.
He pulled his armor piece by piece on, he fixed his hair and settled in. “Do I look…” he combed his fingers through his hair. “Like I inspire? Or demand?” he questioned as he changed his hair from one side to the other, trying to decide. “Hmm…” he finally settled with one.
“Are you ready, my lady?” he questioned, he held his hand up. “Make sure Arvid doesn’t choke on his vomit – sister” he opened the door and then stepped out. He lead her down the hallway and to the elevator. They stepped in and the doors closed. Silence..
Bran cleared his voice “I um, hope you don’t regret” he faced forward as the doors opened. “I don’t” he spoke as he stepped passed her and out the front gate. There was a carriage waiting for them. Bran held the door open and he sat down. “To the Crimson Guard Headquarters here, on behalf of the King” Bran spoke and tapped on the glass window.
He turned back to Rosalie and he smirked to her. “Nervous?” he questioned softly. He reached forward and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He leaned forward and placed a kiss upon her lips. “You’ll be just fine, you are our General…” he smiled and kissed her forehead. Moments later – the carriage came to a stop…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 12, 2022 21:17:18 GMT -5
Evie smiled to her brother’s comment. Only trying to look out for you. Now that I’m not locked away beneath the castle I can actually do that. She grinned before she sipped upon her coffee. She’d noticed how he reacted to Rosalie’s touch. It was nice to see him react in such a way. She’d never seen her brother truly smitten. She’d seen a few of the noble girls that the king brought to the castle when she was invited up to eat lunch with the king. But she’d never seen her brother smile in such a way. Nothing like this. Oh she did say she was going to get books. I’ll go see if she has that bag... Evie grinned as she grabbed the parchment from the night before. She wrote something upon it before she took off to Rosalie’s room.
Evie knocked upon the door. She heard footsteps upon the other side. Then the door pulled open. Rosalie stood partially dressed in her armor. “Evie.” She smiled. “What’s this?” She asked and took the parchment as the mage held it toward her. She stepped back and let Evie into the room. Rosalie closed the door and then chuckled lightly. “Of course. I brought you all the books you asked for...oh and a few that I thought you might like.” Rosalie walked across the room. She had her armor on her legs, but she still wore the tunic on her upper body.
Evie took a seat on the middle of Rosalie’s bed. She smiled as she watched the woman, Rosalie had a glow about her today, a smile upon her lips. She didn’t seem so sad. That was something that Evie always felt from her, this sadness. This void that was never filled. Rosalie grabbed the bag and set it upon the bed in front of Evie. “This.” She pulled a book with a beautiful green and gold cover it. “This is my favorite book.” She held a finger to her lips. “It should have been burned. I stole it.” She smirked slightly. “It’s a fiction. But gods….it is written so well. The detail.” She chuckled lightly before she went over to her armor and began pulling more of it on. Evie watched the general as she pulled on plate by plate until she stood before her, the woman that she knew. Rosalie glanced to Evie as she clasped her cloak around her shoulders. “Alright. We will go to the shops as soon as we are done with business.” She smiled. “We can shop until your heart is content.” She opened the door.
Evie and Rosalie walked into the main room and Evie sat happily upon the couch with the book the Rosalie gave her in hand. As Bran held his hand up Rosalie smiled to him. “Of course, my prince.” She took his hand and chuckled lightly. Evie glanced up from the book. A sigh escaped her lips. I’ll keep him alive. She replied to her brother before diving back into the pages of the book.
Rosalie walked along with Bran. As the doors to the elevator closed and the silence surrounded them she’d released his hand. She glanced to him when he spoke. He never gave her the chance to speak back. She quickly hurried after him, a smirk upon her lips for a moment. When he held the door open she looked to him a long moment before she climbed inside. Rosalie gazed to him. “Nervous?” She questioned, repeating the word to him. When he reached forward and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear she shuddered, her heart leaped within her chest. As he leaned forward and placed a kiss upon her lips she placed a hand upon his cheek. She gazed into his eyes. Her cheeks were bright pink. “If I’m not fine, at least I have you at my side.” She replied. As the carriage came to a stop she smirked to him slightly. “Oh and, your highness. I don’t regret any of it.” She spoke before she stepped quickly from the carriage.
The General stood with confidence as she walked in through the main doors of the building. The guard was gathered. Awaiting Rosalie and the prince to arrive. Her boots clicked loudly across the marbled floor. She could feel the eyes upon her. She settled back into her normal demeanor, her stone cold eyes. She walked up the few steps to the stage and she turned to look out over the crowd of men and women of the crimson guard. “Good morning, men and women of the guard.” She began once Bran was upon the stage with her. “I have pulled all of you together for quite an important matter.” She gripped onto the podium. Was she nervous? No. She was never nervous. Why was she nervous? Bran. He made her nervous. Why?! She glanced to the prince a moment, her ocean hues stayed on him before she looked back out to the crowd.
Rosalie cleared her throat slightly. “I found two members of our guard haggling a woman. Her husband died and she lost her home. These two men were dragging her down the street. For what purpose? I dare not speak it.” Her voice filled with a fire. She stepped down from the stage and walked among the ranks of the men. “We are members of the Crimson Guard of Alexander. We have a sworn duty. What is our duty?” She questioned as she stood before one of the men. “Go on. What is it?” She questioned.
“T-to protect and serve the kingdom of Alexander...G-general.” He was nervous. Her stare didn’t help.
Rosalie drew in a long breath. “That may be part of our duty. Yes. But is it just the kingdom that we protect?” She questioned as she continued to walk through the ranks. “No. It is not the kingdom alone that we protect. We protect our King, our prince. Though, what is a king without his people?” She questioned as she stopped before another man. “Tell me. If a king does not have a country of people to follow him. Does that really make him a king?” She questioned.
The soldier hesitated. “N-no general.” He spoke, her voice soft.
“I am not certain that anyone heard you, recruit.” Rosalie spoke her eyes gazed up into his. She was petite compared to many of these men. But that didn’t mean that they didn’t fear her. Oh they feared her quite a bit.
“No General. It makes him a king of none. We learned this in our academy. General.” The soldier spoke loud enough for others to hear.
“Ah yes. Yes we did. Didn’t we?” Rosalie spoke as she continued to walk around. “A man without citizens cannot be a king. If you take the homes of every citizen in this city because you please. We will soon be left without any citizens to protect and defend. We are better than this!” She walked up and down the ranks as she spoke. “We are here to take care of these people! We are not here to cause them to shudder each and every time that they see the crimson armor! They should be happy to see us. Not fear us!” Her voice was strong. “Do I make myself clear?” She questioned. Many shouted agreement. “Our duty is to protect and serve the citizens of Alexander. To defend the king and noble family with our very life if we must! That is our duty.” She found her way back to the stage and looked to Bran. “Your highness. Do you have anything more to add?” She questioned. Many eyes looked to the prince hopefully.
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Evie sat upon a chair in Arvid’s room. She’d rolled him to his side several times to keep him from choking. Or snoring loudly. Mainly it was the snoring. She was deeply enthralled by this book that Rosalie had given her though. A smile upon her lips as she read.
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Post by Raven on Jan 12, 2022 22:43:44 GMT -5
Bran smirked as they sat in the carriage he followed out behind her with a grin plastered across his face. He followed the General through the people until they made it to the stage. The place was stale, guards standing at attention. His hues traced across the crowds as Rosalie addressed them…
What he saw next was a display of brawn and power, the way Rosalie marched through the masses and demanded on them. He crossed his arms and grinned, it was attractive – honestly. When she returned and shook his head “No, General. I believe you have delivered the message…” he stepped forward. “Crimson Guard, it is your duty to uphold your citizens, their land and King. And if that is not convincing enough – do it to appease General Rosalie. “ he saluted “You are dismissed. Please see your Officers for your new assignments, and recovery protocols…” he turned to Rosalie and bowed his head.
He lead off to the side, away from the masses that split between either entering the building, or leaving. He smirked to her “Don’t let me piss you off” he bowed his head. “Struck fear in their hearts, maybe even mine, just a little” he laughed and then a woman hurried forward. She had a pen and paper in her hand.
“Prince Brandon, what can you say on behalf of the King and situation that Hillgarde is in?” she questioned briskly, a reporter.
“Um – I cannot speak for the King, no. But, I, Prince Brandon – believe that the military forces are abusing the city and her kindness. We will not stand for this any longer, we are putting in protocols for how the guard handle the citizens, and themselves. “ he spoke with confidence, and even pride. “General Rosalie is leading this effort, and so far she has done an excellent job” he looked to her and grinned.
“Can the citizens anticipate any changes in their taxes?” the reporter questioned.
“Ahm, unfortunately I cannot speak on behalf of the taxes. Not much is under my control” Bran spoke with a defeated voice.
“What about the war? How much longer do you think?”
“Um, you know just about as much as I do. If that’s all you have, I think it would be best for you to go” he bowed his head, a few guards lead her away as they had eyed the scene.
“Yeesh” Bran sighed. He turned his head and then suddenly a dart flew through the air and pierced his neck. Bran looked about, his hand gripping his neck. His eyes grew foggy and he collapsed onto the ground…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 12, 2022 23:15:16 GMT -5
Rosalie turned her eyes to the prince as he addressed the guard. She kept her demeanor, but it meant quite a lot for him to completely agree with her. For him to stand before the crowd and state that she had gotten the point across well. She followed him closely, much as she had always done with the king. So no one would think much of it. When he smirked to her she briefly returned a smile. “Take note of that then. Don’t make me mad.” She chuckled lightly. Her demeanor returned as the reporter approached.
The General stood her cold eyes upon the woman that questioned the prince. It pained her that these people were in such a situation. But she knew that Bran would fix it...if he could. He would do everything he could. This damn war was killing their people. The king did not care for his people. He only cared for the power. She was deep in thought as she watched the two guards lead away the woman. Her lips parted to speak just as she saw the glint of something that flew through the air. “Your highness!” She had reached forward. Though it was too late. It was always too late. As he collapsed to the ground she gripped onto his shoulders. “Shut the damn doors!” She called out the order.
Soldiers rushed about. Rosalie pulled the dart from the prince’s neck. She lifted her hues and looked in the direction that it came from. She pressed her lips into the a line. She grit her teeth slightly. Of course someone would have something against the prince. They connected him to the king and the king was running things terribly. He was running the kingdom into the ground. It would go up in ashes before he was appeased by his greed. Many of the soldiers stared to their General whom was knelt at the prince’s side. She slowly stood. Her eyes saw it then. A shadow at the window from above. She saw the hooded figure. “Damnit.” She spoke. She pointed. “Find that man!” She ordered loudly. The guards rushed about from the building.
Rosalie reached down and got her grip under the prince’s arms. She pulled him toward the exit of the hall. One of the soldiers lifted the prince’s boots. “General, there have been rumblings of a rebel group. They are planning a rise against the king.” The soldier spoke.
Rosalie looked up to him. Her brows furrowed. “What? Why haven’t you fools said anything?” She snapped at him. “That information could have gotten the prince killed!”
“General, we have reported it several times to the king. He does not respond.” The soldier spoke as he helped her get the prince into the carriage.
Rosalie grit her teeth. “Find me at the inn. I want to know everything. Right now I need to endure the safety of his highness.” She spoke quickly as she climbed inside and shut the door.
The carriage moved swiftly through the city. “Just don’t stop breathing.” She muttered softly. Rosalie watched his chest rise and fall. She sat on the floor of the carriage with him. “Hopefully just a tranquilizer...damnit...” She shook her head and hit her armored thigh. She was furious. “I should have never allowed you out in public like this.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “It’s too dangerous with this war.” She was caught off guard as the carriage suddenly came to a halt. Rosalie had tumbled back and moved swiftly to get back to her knees as the door was pulled open. She felt a sharp pain in her neck.
“Night night, General.” A chuckle came from a man’s voice.
Rosalie gripped at her neck as she looked to the hooded figure. “Fuck….you...” She collapsed upon the chest of the prince.
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Evie looked to Arvid as he slept. She was nearly halfway through the book now. The sun had risen high into the sky. How long did it take to deliver a message to a bunch of soldiers? She furrowed her brows slightly. Evie stood and stepped from the room. She marked her page in the book and placed it upon her bed. She then grabbed a piece of parchment. She carefully wrote on it and then tagged it to Arvid’s back.
I’ve gone to the city square to look for my brother and Rosalie. I’ll be back soon. It’s about noon.
Evie slipped from the room and then she ran down the flights of stairs and found herself outside in the warmth of the sun. A smile came to her lips as she walked forward. She gazed about and made her way through the city. Not many took notice of her. Though a few gazed to her beautiful golden eyes. She would advert her eyes however. She found her way to the shops of the city square. It was absolutely beautiful. There were plenty of shops for her to go to.
“Flower for the beautiful lady?” A young man approached her and held a beautiful white Lilly toward her.
Evie smiled to him as she looked to the flower. He held it more toward her. She took it into her fingers and twirled it about. She then pulled a coin from her hip and handed it to him.
“Thank you beautiful girl.” He grasped her hand and kissed the back of it. He grinned. “Have a lovely day.” He moved through the crowd of people.
Evie sniffed at the flower and tucked it behind her ear after she’d broken off the long stem. She continued through the city. She frowned slightly as she came upon the guard building. The Crimson Guard were no longer gathered. Where had Rosalie and Bran gone? Bran where are you…? She sighed softly as she continued along. She weaved through the city until she reached the slums. Her eyes moved about as she tried to catch a glimpse of Rosalie or Bran.
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Rosalie started to come to. Her shoulders ached. She grit her teeth slightly. “What...” She breathed. Her arms were in shackles over her head. Her armor pieces had been removed and lay upon the floor across the room. She blinked away the blur from her vision and her ocean hues fell upon something familiar. “Bran!” She cried as she saw the prince strapped into a chair across from her.
“Oh lovely. You’re awake.” A man chuckled. He stepped forward. “You know General.” He gripped her jaw tightly. “You’re beautiful. A shame you have to die. Isn’t it?” He grinned. “But if it gets the point across to this boy...then that is all I care for.” He smirked. He cracked his knuckles. “Now then. Why are you here? Hm? I saw you with that little mage of yours. What has the king sent you to do now?” He questioned as he moved to a table of instruments. “My men will catch her too I’m sure.” He snickered. “Fucking king. He needs to end this war. Have you not seen our beautiful city? How many people have to suffer before he ends this?!” He slammed a metal pole against Rosalie’s side.
Rosalie let out a cry of pain. She grit her teeth. “We….are trying….to end the war...” She choked out through the pain.
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Post by Raven on Jan 13, 2022 23:06:20 GMT -5
Bran woke – he thrashed against the cuffs about his wrists, which held him down to a chair. “Fucking – I am the Prince!” he pulled harshly. “What do you want” he questioned and he fought more. He cried out as Rosalie was hit by the metal pole. “Stop – stop, right now. Don’t touch her, please” he pulled more now, the vein in his neck popping as he strained. “Please, just – hit me, I’m his son.” He shook his head. “Please, just leave her be” he shook his head.
The man turned and smashed the pipe into Bran’s jaw. His head was throne to the side and he heaved as his head stopped spinning. There was a ringing tone in his ear that seem to pierce into his eyes. He spat a bit of blood that gathered on his tongue, he bit his own tongue. “There you go” he nodded. “The King – enslaved you all” he spat a bit of blood. The man smashed the pipe into his chest. Bran gasped for air but his lungs would not give it to him. Finally – he filled his lungs and heaved.
Sister – He could hear her calling out to him. He cried out as he was hit across the chest. Help – Rosalie… another slam.
“I didn’t do anything either. I watched him” he pulled his brows together. The man screamed at him – shouting words he couldn’t even make out. He felt something clamp onto his forearm. He grasped it and twisted. Bran’s head lulled to the side, he passed out before he could feel the pain…
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 13, 2022 23:56:15 GMT -5
Rosalie heaved from the pain, she winced as she lifted her head. “Your highness...” She grit her teeth. “No! He was never a part of it!” She cried. She tried to pull against the shackles that held her arms suspended above her head. Her toes barely touched the ground. As the man began beating upon Bran tears began to roll down Rosalie’s cheeks. She let out sobs as she screamed for the man to stop. The moment she’d let her walls down. The moment she’d cared. Why did this have to happen? She pushed against the floor the best she could and swung her legs forward. Just as Bran’s screaming stopped and he fell unconscious Rosalie kicked against the back of the man, their captor.
“What the fuck?” The man snapped as he spun around. “You’re going to regret that.” He rushed to her and gripped her throat. “Perhaps I should just kill you now huh? Or should I wait until he wakes back up?” A snicker came from the man’s lips.
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Evie rushed about. It was then that she heard him. Brother... His voice sounded far. It sounded...strained. She sprinted forward. I’m coming, just hang in there. She focused her power, the runes upon her exposed arms began to glow. Relax brother. She felt the pain then. A whimper came from her as Evie felt the pain that her brother was being placed in. She stumbled and fell against the brick wall of one of the buildings. She would have successfully willed Bran unconscious. She’d done it before. She’d gotten hell for doming it too. Evie had done it to Leo in the lab one day when she really didn’t wish to receive the injections.
She heard the scream then. Rosalie. Evie pushed herself from the brick wall and pushed forward. She spit a bit of blood and then ran forward. It was strange the things she could do. The unspeakable things. As a mage of blood magic she could take so many things from this world...but she could also gift others. She heard another cry of pain, Rosalie was whimpering. The sound of the general in such pain brought tears to her eyes. She found it then. The building. She ran around the back alley, the window was cracked to the room that the man held Rosalie and Bran in. She heard something slam against the soft tissue of Rosalie’s side. This time...the whimper that came from the general didn’t make much of a sound at all.
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“You’ve driven our people into the darkest times of our history.” The man stood before Rosalie. Her head hung forward, her breaths were labored. Blood dripped from her nose and mouth in a stream toward the concrete floor. He stepped forward and gripped her jaw and lifted her head again. Rosalie looked to him with her ocean hues. “Well what is the next plan General? What shall we do now?” He questioned.
Rosalie looked to him as blood accumulated within her mouth. She spat blood in his face and then she laughed. “Fuck you.” She spoke. She moved then, despite her injuries. She managed to wrap her legs around him. She’d played him. She made him think she was weak. The rattle of the chains echoed through the room and then the sickening sound of the man’s neck cracking. His body fell to the floor in a heavy thud. Rosalie heaved as she allowed herself to hang once again. Her eyes looked to the prince. “Bran...” She breathed. “Bran please wake up.” She begged.
The door pushed open and another man came walking in. “I heard you needed some….” He stopped speaking. “Dave?” He questioned as he rushed forward and dragged the man back. He looked to the noticeably broken neck. His eyes lifted to Rosalie. “I’ll kill you for that.” He snapped as he grabbed a blade from the table and rushed forward.
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Evie slipped into the building. She moved swiftly through the halls and she crept down the old creaky stairs. She could hear Rosalie now, the woman let out a cry every now and again. Her heart sank. Bran asked her to help Rosalie. A man stepped out of a room and looked to her. He pulled a dagger but Evie merely smirked to him, it was wicked sort of smirk. She held her hand forward and clutched her hand into a fist. She pulled her hand toward her. Suddenly the man began to choke on his own blood. She watched as he crumpled to the floor. Evie continued forward swiftly. She came to the door then. She heard the cries of Rosalie on the other side. She grit her teeth as she pushed the door open.
The man turned he hand the blade held to Rosalie’s neck. He had made cuts into her body. Blood dripped to the concrete below her. He roughly released her head. “Well if it isn’t the little mage.” He pointed his blade to her. Evie glanced to her brother and then to Rosalie who’s head hung forward limply. She looked to the man then and tilted her head slightly. She pulled her own dagger and sliced into her arm slightly. “What….what are you doing?” the man questioned swiftly.
Evie looked to him as she held her hand up. She drew her blood from her arm and it turned into a dagger of blood. She threw her arm forward and the dagger flew forward. It pierced into the man’s neck and he fell back to the ground. His own dagger clattered upon the floor. He choked on his own blood. Evie reached down and pulled the key ring from his hip. She tiled her head slightly as she looked to the man as he gazed to her with fear in his eyes. Fear of death. Her expression was once again emotionless. The same emotion that she’d always held. Her smile was completely gone. Evie quickly pulled a chair over. She climbed up and worked on the shackles that were upon Rosalie’s wrists. When she released the general the woman slumped to the floor. Evie carefully adjusted her to lay on her back. She then moved to her brother. She removed a huge clamp from his arm, she winced slightly as she removed the shackles from him.
Evie then moved swiftly. She dipped her finger into the blood upon the floor and she began to draw runes upon Bran and Rosalie, as well as her own arms. She worked with speed. Her golden hues would gaze to the door every now and again. She continued to draw the runes until a bright glow came from them. She placed her hands upon both Bran and Rosalie. Shadows swarmed around them. Evie sucked in a deep breath and they were sucked into the abyss.
Wind rushed around the trio in the darkness. Evie clutched onto both of them. It only lasted a few moments before they appeared within the inn, in the sitting room where they had shared laughs and drinks. Evie collapsed to her knees her chest heaved, blood trickled from her nose. Teleportation was something that took a great deal of energy to perform. Bran...please...wake up... Evie shook him slightly, tears in her eyes. Please... She glanced to Rosalie whom lay unconscious on the floor next to her. So many injuries. She was not a healer. She was a blood mage. She couldn’t help Rosalie...
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Post by Raven on Jan 14, 2022 0:26:54 GMT -5
Bran… please…wake up…
“What the hell” Arvid came storming into the living room. He glanced down and lifted his brows. “What happened?” he questioned and he knelt down swiftly. “Damn…” he lifted Bran and Arvid set him down on the couch. “He’s breathing…” he nodded. He then glanced down to Rosalie “Bleeding…” he rushed away. He came back moments later with a plush white sheet. He ripped it into long strips and then began to wrap her arm, where her skin was broken and bleeding.
“Evie” he looked to her, she was obviously panicking. “Deep breaths, with me” he took a loud obnoxious breath inward. And then he let it go. “Again” he nodded to her, breathing with her as he wrapped Rosalie’s arm. “Alright” he nodded “You’ve got this… you’ve done so well” he encouraged her. “Alright, get me a damp cloth.” He nodded to her.
As Evie came back with the cloth – he took it in his hands and gently dabbed Rosalie’s forehead. “They’re okay” he nodded. “Any longer and maybe not” he smirked.
Bran sucked In a breath as he came. Something was different though, he was not bound. He felt… exhausted, tired, heavy, weak… in pain. Just to breath hurt. “Hey Bran” Arvid made his way over, cloth in hand. He touched Bran’s jaw and pushed him to the side, looking to the swollen puffy bruise across Bran’s face. The Prince had a blackened eye and swollen jaw, his no doubt had a broken rib, and plenty of bruising. “You got fucked up man” he sat back. “You’ll be fine though” he smirked. “Go check on your girl” he nodded.
Bran slowly sat upward, his head throbbed slightly. He looked to Evie and smiled weakly, half his lip was swollen. He grasped her hand and squeezed it lovingly. He then shifted to Rosalie. He grasped her hand and then laid on the ground next to her. He placed his forehead against her shoulder, hiding his bruised face from her.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 14, 2022 0:46:19 GMT -5
Evie was on the verge of breaking down as tears streamed down her cheeks. Wake up...wake up... She shook her brother. She looked back to Rosalie her eyes filled with worry. That was when Arvid came crashing into the room. Evie looked to him with pleading eyes. She pressed her hand to one of Rosalie’s wounds. Her own wound on her arm was already nearly healed. Evie healed more quickly, it was part of her blood magic. She sobbed, yet not a sound came from her lips. As Arvid spoke to her she looked to him as he wrapped the bloodied arm of the general. She fought to take the deep breath at first. Her breaths shuddered. She shook her head as she brushed tears from her face, she only managed to smear blood upon her cheek.
Evie then nodded as she forced herself to breathe. She felt a sense of comfort from it. She did it again with the viking, following his lead. When he gave her something to do Evie was quick to rush off and get the cloth. She came back and glanced to her brother and then to Rosalie. Her eyes lifted. She pressed the cloth to Rosalie’s forehead and brushed away some of the blood from around her lips and nose. Rosalie had a deep bruise upon her cheekbone. The man must have hit her. She could see bruising along her jaw and throat from how the man had gripped onto her. Bran…. Evie lifted her eyes to her brother as Arivd spoke to him. She took in quick breaths. She dabbed away more of the blood from Rosalie.
As Bran came next to Rosalie and Evie, the mage gave him a weak smile back. I’m sorry...I’m so sorry...I...I couldn’t find you... She lowered her head slightly. She looked to her hand that he squeezed and a sniffle came from Evie then. She looked back to Rosalie with sad eyes.
Rosalie had deep cuts on her arm that Arvid had taken care of. There was a cut in her side from the man, and another cut along her collarbone. Any longer...Evie didn’t want to think about what would have happened.
As Bran took Rosalie’s hand her fingers curled around his. When his head pressed against her shoulder she moved slightly. “Bran…?” Her voice was small. Her eyes cracked open. She expected to be hanging from the shackles. She felt the cool rag against her forehead. “Evie…?” She gazed up to the mage. Evie gave a soft smile to her. It hurt. It hurt to breathe. She grit her teeth slightly. Did she have broken ribs? Rosalie’s eyes slipped shut for a moment. She then gathered the strength to look to the prince. “Bran...you idiot...you could have been killed...” She lay her head back as she took in a breath that shuddered. "I...am so glad...you're not dead..." A pained laugh came from her then.
Evie gazed to Arvid. She stood and stepped over to him. She looked to him a long moment before she hugged the viking. It was the only way she could show him that she was thankful for his help. She pulled back and then sighed as she looked to the two. How had they been attacked? Kidnapped? She couldn’t understand it. Rosalie was always on top of things. Perhaps she was distracted by Bran? Was that it? Or was it truly something that she didn’t expect. She imagined...it was the latter.
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Post by Raven on Jan 17, 2022 22:46:04 GMT -5
Bran lifted his head slightly as Rosalie came to, he smirked and grunted to her in response. “Yeah” he huffed. He could have been killed… surely, for stepping outside. As she gave a broken chuckle – he stomached his own. “Same”. Bran squeezed her hand and brought himself closer to her as they lay on the floor.
Arvid glanced to Evie and he smirked, he wrapped a large arm around her and hugged her tightly. “No worries little one” he spoke with a deep and yet loving voice. “So, will we delay our travel?” Arvid questioned curiously.
Bran lifted his head instantly “No… I am good to travel.. Rosalie?” he questioned and glanced to her. “We only get one shot.. I’ll travel with some bumps and bruises, I’m no royal bitch” he grinned.
“Excellent, you will like what I won in a match of Tri-Die. I got” Arvid held his hands out with a grin. “Our very own carriage and driver” he grinned “Who will beep bop us right up that mountain. Hmmm… mad at me now?” he grinned and clapped his hands. “All that drinking, I smooth talked this real fucker to think I’m an idiot. No no, Tri-Die is my game.” He lifted his dice and kicked them about his fingers. “Feels good to be loaded” he grinned and pocketed the dice.
Bran slowly sat up and gripped his chest while he laughed. “You are a real bastard, Arvid” he laughed, painfully.
Arvid pounded his chest towards Bran and laughed. “Of course” he smirked. “We should rest… in the morning – we can ride out in style.” He leaned down and offered a hand to Rosalie to help her up. “You two – sleep in your own beds tonight… let you lick your own damn wounds…” Arvid grinned and lead Rosalie to her room, offering an arm for her as she walked. He held open the door and let her go – he watched her get to her bed. “Good night” he nodded his head and stepped away.
Bran stood and grunted… he made his way to his room and closed his door. He slipped from his clothing and stepped into the inset bath. It was warmed to perfection, and smelled of lavender and mint. He leaned back as he settled in and sighed contently.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 17, 2022 23:33:08 GMT -5
Rosalie squeezed his hand back as she closed her eyes. Evie smirked up to Arvid as he spoke to her, as if she’d spoken to him. He was smart, especially for what he made himself out to be. When the question came to Rosalie about travel she grit her teeth slightly. “I will be fine. Just a few bruises.” She remarked. “I’ve been worse, believe me.” She let out another broken laugh and then winced from the horrible pain that shot through her side.
When it was announced that Arvid won a carriage. Evie looked to him with a smirk. She then looked back to Rosalie whom chuckled to the announcement. Good thing we have him. I don’t think Rosalie is in any shape to ride her horse tomorrow. She commented to her brother as she watched him get up. She watched as Arvid helped Rosalie to her room. Soon enough Evie sat alone in the sitting room. She pulled on her cloak and left the room. There had to be something she could do to help. Evie hurried down the staircase. She made her way into the cobblestone streets. The market had to have something. There must be an apothecary. She slipped through the crowds of people, her eyes glanced about every now and again. Her golden hues looked to the crimson guard as they stood at their posts. At least they didn’t seem to be terrorizing the townspeople now.
Evie made her way to the market and she searched through the vendors as they began to pack away for the day. She came to one of the vendors and the old man looked up to her. She pressed her lips together a moment as he awaited her to speak. She shook her head and pointed to her throat. “Can’t talk eh?” He spoke as he watched her. “Shame. Such a beautiful girl without a voice.” He offered a warm smile. He pushed forward a piece of parchment. “Can you write girl?” He questioned. Evie nodded quickly and wrote upon the paper. He pulled the paper back and looked over her gorgeous writing. “I see. I have just the thing, dear.” He turned and stepped to a crate at the back of his booth. “The guards buy these quite a bit. When they get roughed up from a night out drinking. It is a strong drink. Don’t tell anyone, I learned the recipe from an elf a long time ago. Before this damn war.” He chuckled as he set four bottles of a light blue milky liquid upon the table before her. “Have them take one, if that doesn’t work another in the morning should help.” The old man watched as Evie pulled golden coins from her pouch. “Just four is good, dear.” He smiled as she counted them out and placed them upon the table before him. “Good luck.”
Evie smiled to him and watched as he bagged the potions into a paper bag. She turned and moved through the thinning crowd. She was bumped by a young child that rushed through the crowd with a baguette in his hands. “Stop that thief!” An old woman came rushing through the crowd after the boy. Evie was knocked to her back by him. The young child had fallen and dropped his bread.
A crimson guard rushed forward and grabbed the boy. “What do you think you’re doing? Stealing?” The soldier questioned.
The old lady came forward and grabbed the bread. “This little brat steals from me everyday! You need to do something about that orphanage!” She shook the bread at the crimson guard soldier.
“Me?” The soldier questioned and scoffed. “It is not my….” He began to speak but then the words of General Feir came to his mind. He drew in a breath. “We will make it better. It is my duty to protect the people of Alexander.” He spoke. He looked to the boy. His eyes then fell upon Evie whom was still on the ground as people rushed around them. The guard looked to the boy again. “Don’t let me catch you stealing again boy.” He spoke as he released the child. “Are you alright?” He questioned and helped Evie to her feet. She nodded to him. Her eyes looked up to the guard and she nodded again before she stepped back from him she then turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Evie made it the rest of the way back to the inn without another mishap. She climbed the five flights of stairs back to the room and slipped inside. It was quiet. Evie stepped to Rosalie’s door. She listened for a moment before she knocked and carefully pushed the door open.
Rosalie lay on her back, she grit her teeth as she sat herself up. “E...Evie...” She took in small quick breaths. “What….what’s wrong?” She asked.
Evie stepped to her and pulled two of the potions from the bag. She gave a gentle smile. She uncorked the bottle and held it toward Rosalie as she set the paper bag upon the bed. She nodded to her.
Rosalie took the bottle and smelled it. It smelled of blueberries. It smelled sweet. She looked to Evie a long moment. “Okay...” She spoke as she tilted her head back and drank the potion down swiftly. She closed her eyes as she felt a warmth enter her body. She took in slightly faster breaths for a moment. Her pain. It seemed to lessen. She grinned as she looked to Evie. “Thank you.” She spoke and gave a gentle chuckle. “I don’t know what that was, but thank you.” She stood and hugged the mage.
Evie smirked to her and then held the bag up and toward Rosalie. She knew if she gave it to her that she’d take it to her brother. She nodded toward the door and then left the room.
Rosalie held the bag a long moment. She looked inside. Evie had packed away a small assortment of meats and cheeses as well. She smiled softly as she stepped toward the door. Rosalie moved quietly. Her pain was still there, it was dull. The worst was in her ribs, but it was manageable now. She didn’t knock on Bran’s door. She simply slipped inside silently. When she saw the back of his head from the bath she smirked slightly. She slowly walked into the room and moved so that she came into his view. ‘Your sister, is quite sweet.” She spoke, a smile upon her lips.
Rosalie pulled one of the bottles from the bag as well as the small sack of meats and cheeses. “A prince deserves nothing but the best.” She spoke as she stepped over to him and knelt down. “Drink this.” She uncorked the potion and handed it to him. “It’ll help.” She spoke as she opened the meats and cheeses. She popped a piece of cheese in her mouth and then smiled. She then stood and she pulled piece by piece of her own clothing from her body. She slipped into the water next to him and let out a breath of relief. She leaned forward and kissed him then. “Feel better?” She asked as she settled in next to him. “This...feels incredible.” She spoke as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
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Post by Raven on Jan 18, 2022 21:41:54 GMT -5
Bran turned towards the door as he heard it open, the sounds of the water shifted loudly in the silent room. “Rosalie” his eyes brightened, he did not expect her this evening. No, he imagined it would be a night to settle into his own thoughts, about what happened. The state of the city… he smirked as she drew him from his thoughts. Perhaps it was better he didn’t dwell in them…
“She is truthfully an angel” he reached upward. Water trailed from his knuckles down his carved forearm, he accepted the bottle and turned it around in his hands. Before he popped the bottle open – he leaned his head back, head touching the marble floor, opening his mouth wide. “Ahhh” he demanded to be hand fed, at least once. He chuckled and held a piece of cheese between his teeth as she placed it, and then he bit into it happily, sitting upwards.
“What is a Prince without his people?” he uncorked the bottle and then downed it swiftly. Bran coughed slightly and then set the empty bottle down. “I feel – mm” he nodded “This is very nice” he chuckled. The pain in his chest was gone, the swelling in his face seem to succumb slowly upon the tincture’s command.
As her clothes shed from her body – he turned his gaze and enamored her. She was beauty incarnate, to him at least. The moonlight shifted through the large panes of the room, it cascaded a glow of beauty over her flawless skin. He cleared his throat and looked to the water, avoiding looking to her now as it stirred a kind of cauldron in his chest.
Bran gave her a sweet kiss in return and then shifted into his spot. The pool had carved out seats to relax into. He took in a deep breath and let it go “I am not surprised there is a damned hot bath like this in my fathers private inn?” he scoffed “Of course… I’ll never complain of such luxury, but I should be scumming it with the rest of the people. I have…” he sighed “Done nothing to deserve this” he glanced to her and then shifted slowly.
He approached Rosalie and his fingers came to her shoulders, he helped shift her so that her back faced him. He brought up the luxury soap bar and rubbed it over her back – until she gathered a good layer of suds over her skin, and then he returned to massaging. It was an innocent touch, just one of gentle nature – of true care. “I wonder what may happen, when this is all over… will it work, will my father be defeated? How will I… dethrone him? There is no way he would fight in battle, even if we were defeated as a Kingdom, my father still sits on the throne…” he shook his head. “There would need to be a revolt or” he laughed slightly.
“Will I even be able to return? Branded a traitor, a Prince no longer. I could only hope that the Elves… the Vikings, may take me in…” he shuddered slightly. “Everything we know is teetering in the balance. We could stop now… or, jump off the cliff?” he laughed. He combed through her hair with his fingers and then gathered the soap once more. He took it upon himself to even wash her head, nails grazing her scalp in a massaging fashion. He would help her dip her head and rinse it out. The water became a little milky with the soap, it smelled of Peaches and flowers, a sweet scent. “I suppose, when I kissed you – I gave up being a Prince anyways” he smirked and finally let his hands fall to the water, rising the soap from his hands. “I don’t really mind it… I feel… relieved” he sighed and then stood from the water.
He reached for his towel and wrapped it about his waist. He held a hand down for her as well, a robe in hand for her.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 19, 2022 14:01:08 GMT -5
Rosalie giggled as she gazed to him. “Yes, she really is. Though most wouldn’t agree with you on that.” She smirked slightly as she leaned down. She watched the droplets of water as they cascaded down his arm. Her eyes couldn’t pull away from it for a moment. “Hm?” She plopped a piece of cheese into his mouth and smiled to him. The General gazed to him as she’d started to undress. “Without his people? Hm. Well are you a prince without your people?” She smiled to him as she dropped piece by piece to the marble floor. Rosalie still had bruising, but it was fading away slowly as the potion took its hold on her body.
As she slipped into the water next to him she smiled after he’d kissed her sweetly. She wanted nothing more than to be here with him. Her eyes searched his. When he spoke of the bath she merely let out a chuckle. “Oh no. Not surprised at all. Your father has quite a few luxury rooms scattered throughout the kingdom.” She smirked to him slightly. “You do deserve it Bran. But we have to end this war first, hm?” She leaned her head back and let out a sigh. The heat of the water felt incredible against her sore body. As his hands touched upon her shoulders and he massaged into her she hummed in response. She didn’t fight against him as he helped her to shift. She melted to his touch, her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and even. Such a loving touch. She’d never experienced anything like this before. The prince was full of surprises.
As he began to speak once again Rosalie hummed slightly as she turned her eyes to him. “I’ll lead the revolt if I have to. We will knock him from the throne, Bran.” She lay her head upon his shoulder. She kissed the side of his neck. “You will become king.” She spoke as she allowed him to comb through her hair. It felt so incredible. She let out a sigh of contentment. She turned to him and smirked slightly as he spoke that he’d given up being a prince. “You’re still a prince.” She smiled to him as she watched him slip from the waters. She took his hand and she stood from the water. The droplets cascaded over her body as she took the robe and wrapped it around herself. She stepped to him. “Now is the time that we change everything. For the better.” She kissed him and grasped his hand. “We should rest.” She spoke as she led him to the bed. “We will make changes, you and I. I will be there to help you when you need it, my prince.” She kissed him along his jawline as she snuggled against him in the bed. She traced along his body absentmindedly. “The rules that we are bound to...we don’t have to follow those...” She breathed as her eyes tugged from exhaustion. “We can change this world...for everyone….for the...better...” Her voice trailed off as she slipped into a deep slumber.
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The next morning Evie walked about the sitting room. She had a bagel in her hand with cream cheese smeared upon it once again. She was reading a book as per usual. Her head tilted to one side as she smiled softly. It was a fantasy book that Rosalie had grabbed for her. She looked up as Rosalie appeared from Bran’s room. Her golden hues played over the woman, she looked much better. She followed Rosalie to her room and held the other bottle to her. “Drink it?” Rosalie asked. Evie nodded. Rosalie chuckled and shrugged slightly. “Alright, Evie.” She spoke as she popped the cork from the bottle and she tilted her head back to down the potion. Evie smiled and stepped from the room to allow the general to get dressed.
She sat upon the couch as she returned her attention to the book. She sipped upon her hot coffee. Lost to the world. Several minutes later Rosalie emerged from her room fully clad in her armor. Rosalie had cleaned all the blood from it. It was pristine. She made a bagel for Bran, just like she had the day before. A chuckle came over her lips as she set it on the table. “Which book is that?” Rosalie questioned as she looked to Evie. The mage smiled to her and showed her the cover before she returned to reading. “Ahh that is a good one. Lots of action, suspense.” She smirked slightly. “Romance.” She watched as Evie looked to her with a raised brow for a moment before she returned her attention to the book. Rosalie laughed lightly.
Once everyone was ready they left to the carriage outside. Rosalie looked to the driver. “How far until we reach this point?” She questioned as she pointed to a small city upon the map. Pilsarne. It was where they had chosen to meet. It was far enough into the kingdom that the Queen would feel comfortable meeting them, but it wasn’t in Armalon. That was something that the king was very particular about. He didn’t want to send his son to his death.
The driver looked to the map. “We should be there tonight actually. With the carriage we will travel much faster than you would have otherwise.” He grinned. “I’ve got a few very strong horses.”
Rosalie nodded. “Good. Good.” She climbed into the carriage. She felt. Nervous. She looked to Bran and bit her lip slightly. This was it. They would meet the queen and the seer. Her eyes moved to Arvid a moment before she looked to Evie whom was wrapped up in her book.
The ride through the mountains wasn’t the smoothest. It was rough in spots as the wheels bounced off of the rocks in the pathway. But other than that the trip went without a hitch. Soon enough they approached the beautiful city. It was deep within the mountains. The trees here were huge, larger than if the party all held hands and stood around it...they couldn’t fully wrap around these trees. Rosalie looked to the beautiful waterfall that cascaded down into the gorge below. The buildings were wooden and stone, carefully crafted. They looked to be hundreds of years old, yet in good condition. She glanced to Bran and sucked in a breath. “Do you think that they are here?” She asked softly.
“Prince Brandon Alexander.” An elf stepped forward with another elf. They were dressed in the beautiful elven armor. “Our queen will be arriving soon. We will escort you to the great hall.” The soldier looked to Evie and then to Rosalie. He then looked to Arivd with curious hues. The elf turned and led the ground to a large building that must have been used for events such as balls and festivals. There was a long table set up within the building. Enough chairs for everyone. “Your weapons.” The elf spoke as he held his hand out. He collected the daggers and swords, as well as Arvid’s weapons. He looked to Evie with curious eyes as the mage held forward the single dagger.
I hope...this wasn’t a mistake. Evie looked to her brother. Worried. She glanced to the soldier as he stepped from the hall.
Rosalie took her seat and cleared her throat slightly. “This city is beautiful.” She broke the silence. She looked to Bran and gave a nervous smile. Everyone seemed to be on edge. They didn’t know what to expect of the queen nor what to expect of the seer.
It was nearly an hour before the doors pushed open. Queen Raenisa walked in dressed in her battle armor. Her amber hues looked to the group. Her eyes honed in on Evie. The mage that caused all the destruction. Of course they had brought the mage with them. A flex of power she imagined. She glanced over her shoulder as Princess Amara walked in after her, she too was dressed in her battle armor. Her bow hung over her back. The princess had beautiful crystal hues that looked about the group. The queen took her seat at the head of the table, directly across from the opposite end where Bran would be seated.
“Prince Brandon.” She spoke her elvish accent thick as she spoke in the common tongue. “A pleasure to meet you face to face.” She looked to Evie again, a bit of an unsteady gaze and then to Rosalie. She didn’t know who Rosalie was. Her eyes focused back on the prince. “Your letter spoke that you have a great deal to offer us.” Her eyes looked to Arvid, confusion. He looked to be a viking. “What...is this deal?” She questioned, her eyes then looked as the Seer would have walked into the room.
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