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“Marhaba,” Nahir greeted Farim with somewhat genuine warmth, her smile lighting up her features. “Of course, we can catch up; I’d love to hear of your own exploits as well.” Her eyes briefly flickered to Anastasia as she respectfully bowed her head to the princess, a small gesture of acknowledgment before they settled into their seats.

“Always, Shehzade,” Ece replied, her cheeks flushing slightly as she bowed her head and followed Nahir to their places.

Nahir nodded politely to Count Calbert and Count Monet as they passed, offering them a friendly smile before turning her attention back to Anastasia.

“Oh, wow! Nahir! You look stunning! And so do you, Ece. You're so cute. Please come sit with me,”

"Thank you, Princess; you look stunning yourself. That color suits you perfectly." Nahir smiled warmly at Anastasia as she settled into her seat beside her. "This is my first time here at the church, and it looks quite lovely." Her gaze drifted to the very large portrait of King Edin in the middle, the only element that detracted from the overall grandeur of the church. And quite a big sore eye now standing a lot closer to it."The few times I've visited, I couldn't attend any church services, so I'm excited to see your religious ceremony.."

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound of heels against marble echoes around the grand church. Nahir turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of a woman making her way directly toward them, a newcomer to their growing group. Beside her, Ece recognized the subtle shift and straightened in her seat, poised and prepared for whatever might transpire.

“Princess Anastasia, Count Damien, and dare I say, the Shehzadi and Shahzade?... May I sit with your Highnesses, please? Also, my name is Kira - Kira Lockhart.”

As expected, the woman approached with a confidence that teetered between arrogance and foolishness. Ece rose from her seat and positioned herself slightly between the group of royals and the stranger. Nahir observed her closely, intrigued by something beneath the surface of Kira Lockhart's outward demeanor. The accent sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she had heard it before. However, before she could comment, Prince Wulfric made his entrance.

As Prince Wulfric arrived, Nahir greeted him warmly, bowing her head. “Prince Wulfric,” she acknowledged. Ece followed suit with a nod of her own. Wulfric then continued to greet the other royals and nobles before turning to look at their new and unwelcome acquaintance.

Nahir did a once over her, silently judging her attire before smirking up at Kira. "Why don’t you sit behind us? Ah, the pew is full. Two rows down sounds good does it not? Ece here will join you," she suggested, her tone polite but firm. It was clear that Wulfric would not allow Kira to sit with them, but Nahir saw no harm in her sitting nearby. "We can talk after the service, which I think will start soon." She hoped Kira would take the following minutes to reflect on her approach and adjust her demeanor accordingly.

Ece motioned for Kira to go ahead of her, a tight smile on her lips.

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Mina listened to Munir's earnest words, feeling a mixture of gratitude and frustration wash over her. His reassurances were comforting, but she couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered at the back of her mind. Despite his determination to protect her, she knew the dangers they faced were very real, and she couldn't bear the thought of him suffering because of her. Magic was outlawed, not just in Caesonia, but in her homeland too, and even Alidasht. Those caught suffered severe consequences, no matter who you were and those deemed an accomplice faced the same fate. He may believe his status could save her, but could it really?

As Munir spoke of their future together, painting a picture of happiness and love, Mina couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing. The idea of a life with Munir, free from the constraints of her past and present, was a tempting one, but she knew they still had many obstacles to overcome. Obstacles he still knew nothing about, yet she knew far too much about.

As Munir leaned in for a kiss, she felt a flutter of anticipation in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in the moment, to forget about the weight of their burdens and simply bask in the warmth of his love. To believe life and love was nothing more than a fairytale and this was her Prince Charming.

But even as she leaned in to meet his lips, a voice in the back of her mind whispered warnings of the dangers ahead. She knew life never truly worked as it did in fairytales, especially hers. At some point, something would happen and then her world would begin to start crumbling down. Would she drag Munir with her? Would she ruin his life too? She was already a dead woman walking, wasn't she? There were so many questions, fears, and no matter what he said it wasn't going to be easy to banish those fears. But perhaps, for today, she could pretend she was in a fairytale. Then she could worry about the truth of the future tomorrow.

”I have done nothing of the sort, Munir. I have cast no spells on you.” She smirked at him, now hiding all of the thoughts racing in her head. ”I'm afraid you are merely struck with love sickness.” She giggled, only mere centimeters from his lips now.

With a heavy heart, Mina pressed her lips against Munir's, savoring the sweetness of the moment while silently resolving to revisit the topic of who she is and the dangers she brought with her at a later date. For now, she would allow herself to be swept away by the fairy tale romance they shared, that he longed for, but she knew that their journey was far from over. And when the time came, she would do her best to be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

After a moment, she pulled away and looked at him with a grin. ”How about we go do something today? Get out together and have some fun. What do you say?”
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Cassius & Liliane

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“Cassius? … Sorry to wake you, but I need your help.”

Closing the window and drawing the curtains closed, Cassius turned his attention towards the door. His intuition led him to believe that whatever Liliane needed from him most likely involved his sister Violet. As he made his way over, he reached to turn the knob but paused just before his hand made contact. He looked down at his body, registering that he wasn’t wearing nearly enough clothes to open that door.

Come on Cassius, you’re not a street dog anymore. He thought to himself with a playful smirk. Gotta wear a shirt when greeting a fancy lady like Liliane. Quickly grabbing one, he only began the process of buttoning it up as he finally reached for the knob and pulled the door open, his patented smirk still present on his face.

“Not a worry, Lady Damien. You didn’t wake me. I was up and simply enjoying the morning breeze.” Cassius stated kindly. “Whatever you need, I’m your guy.”

Liliane stood before him in a simple yet elegant navy blue gown. There wasn’t a hair out of place on her blonde head as she met his eyes without a blink. She held out an arm, revealing a black umbrella. “ Good morning sweetheart. It is a rather lovely morning, isn’t it?” She greeted him with a smile. “It is, however, forecasted to rain so you will need this regardless if you can spare me your time.”

Cas finished buttoning his shirt as she spoke. Then, as the last button as secured, he ran his fingers through his messy hair before responding. He matched her warmth in both expression and in tone. “Indeed…It’s rather lovely, actually.” He said, his thoughts turning back to the beautiful song that helped him overcome the panic of his nightmare. “And if we’re to have rain, I’m certainly glad you came prepared.” Cassius took the umbrella with a thankful nod and hung it on the door handle behind him. “I do not mean to delay your plans, milady, and I assure you I have all the time in the world to offer…but perhaps I shall take a moment to at the very least find my boots and throw on a jacket if we’re about to go on a grand adventure together. Is that alright?”

“Of course, but please make haste. I am aware that you were informed of Violet’s disappearance and I know you have experience with this sort of dilemma…I hoped that you would not mind assisting.” She took a step to the side to give him time as he requested.

“I am indeed aware of the situation with Violet, and you’re correct…not only am I well versed with this kind of work, but this also isn’t the first time I’ve assisted in bringing dear little sister home from an ordeal such as this. Perhaps together, you and I can catch a lead and find her quickly.” He stated with reassurance in his voice. “But of course, I won’t take long…I promise.” Cassius took but a moment to get ready before returning to Liliane, grabbing the umbrella off the door as he did so. “So…shall we?’ He asked, offering her his arm and a confident smile.

She giggled and locked her arm with his. “So dashing!” Subsequently, Liliane led him downstairs and then picked up a small basket. Its contents were hidden beneath a cloth, however, the tantalizing aroma of fresh pastries wafted up from within. “ I had some breakfast packed for you. “ After handing him the basket, she said, “I had received word that she was spotted in our gardens, but we made no discovery there. I believe she ventured off the estate grounds, and now we shall need to go make some inquiries.”

Cas excitedly looked through the basket as Lily spoke about their first lead. He welcomed a biscuit into his mouth and took a generous bite, making sure to chew quickly so that he wouldn’t be responding with his mouth full. Nodding in agreement with her observation, he finally spoke. “In that case, before we begin asking the locals…Would you mind telling me a little more about Violet? Is this type of thing something that happens often? Is there reason to believe that she might be in danger? And forgive me, but matters such as this often need a direct and full-pictured approach…So I hope you don’t mind me asking, but have you considered that she simply doesn’t want to be found?”

“Oh I’m quite certain she does not.” Lily answered matter-of-factly, yet retained her soft tone nonetheless. “Especially if she ran away on her own accord and this isn’t some elaborate kidnapping.” She slid onto a stool gracefully and folded her gloved hands on the table. “I have quite the pickle on my hands when it comes to Violet, if you’ve ever so fancied the phrase and can understand… You may judge my choices, but I wish to have an honest relationship with you, Cassius, so I shall explain the situation at hand… But do understand, that you will need to keep this discussion within this household. What I am about to tell you could endanger your life just for knowing, is that understood? ”

“You don’t have to worry… Discretion has always been one of my areas of expertise.” He stated with confidence and panache. “Plus, I’ve been working on a theory since the other night. I’m aware that she bears a curse, that much I can say with certainty. The real question is what flavor of curse are we dealing with here? I’d put a lot of father’s gold on it being vampirism, but that’s just a hunch.” Cassius continued to carry himself with a certain level of nonchalance, but his demeanor shifted slightly as he approached Lily and placed a hand on her shoulder for the sake of reassurance. “I understand the danger that comes with such things… I’ve endured those very perils before. The more you tell me, the more I can help. So, I suggest you tell me everything.”

She smiled at him, but this was a smile visibly more genuine, especially to Cassius. “You remind me of your father in the way that not many see of him.” The countess told him. “You have the same kindness and reassurance he bestows me and his girls… I’m sure he’s rather proud of the person you’ve become.” She let the words settle in his mind briefly but did not give him much time to respond just yet.

“She is a vampire. Liliane confirmed calmly. “ Your father and Dr. John Williamson found her with an axe driven in her face the other night. She was presumed dead on the scene, however…” She drew off, choosing her next words carefully, “There is a rare phenomenon where someone may seem dead at first glance, their heart rate slow, their body still, however, they are still clinging to life. It’s a delicate state that may not have persisted much longer. I acted swiftly that night. Your father and I have a connection to mages that can assist at our request, but it was a significant favor to ask. Violet was barely clinging on and waiting until she perished could mean that we’d have to find someone willing to perform necromancy magic, a costly and dangerous task, especially for those without a natural affinity for dark magicae. Healing her was also out of the question I was told. “

Her gaze lowered, “Losing Violet so young was not an option. I knew what it would do to your father, and sadly I feel that the events the last few days are very much damaging his psyche… Anyway, cursing her was our only option in her state, and the effects of such a curse are detrimental and even dangerous to those in her company. We must keep an eye on her and know where she is as much as possible, especially so until I can figure out a way to cure the curse…”

Her voice then softened with sadness. “She resents me for the decision to save her, and she’s also changed a lot from the girl we raised.

Cassius took in each and every word Liliane spoke, allowing the information to ruminate in his mind as he processed it all. Though his expression did not change, he vehemently disagreed with her decision... They should have just let her die. He had seen what such curses could do to a soul, and honestly…it would have been a mercy to let their Violet perish as she was instead of having to witness what Cas was certain she would become. However, he would not say as much. There was no good to come from condemnation in this moment. He had been asked to help find the poor girl, and that’s where his focus remained.

Gathering his thoughts, however, he could not resist the urge to speak his mind on one matter. ”Listen…I do not judge you for your decision. But I do pity you, and I pity Violet. There will be consequences, they have already begun to manifest themselves…and these consequences aren’t simply going to go away. Not ever. For the rest of your lives, as long as she remains cursed like she is, the ramifications of the decision you made that night will follow you.” He gave her just enough time to let the smoke of his own words clear before he continued. “With that understood, I do have a question. Why not just go to your mages for their scrying? Surely they could track her down with a spell?”
Liliane met his eyes as he spoke, but simply only addressed the final question, “We did have the girls on our tracking globe for some time now, but as soon as the curse was enacted, she disappeared off it. We’d have to have the spell redone.”

He nodded in understanding, but again he made his thoughts known. ”I suggest you do so quickly. Please do not mistake my suggestion as being pushy… I just have enough experience with this type of thing to know that it’s imperative if you want to continue keeping Violet, and those around her safe.” The thought that came afterward almost forced a subtle smirk to cross his lips, but he held it at bay. He was pondering the weight of Lily’s revelation, the breadth of danger that would certainly come their way, and found a funny sense of irony in the fact that even here…away from the war and turmoil of mercenary life, safety was nothing but a dream men like him could not have the luxury of living.

“The request and globe were sent to the mages already. The process will be complete today, however, considering how she was found in the first place, we still must make haste.” She told him and rose from the seat. “The city guard relayed to me that they heard a rumor that she was sighted at a tavern, so The Tough Tavern will be our first location.”

”Then I see no reason to linger here any longer. I know the place… Allow me to lead the way.”
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Location: Primitus Church of Sorian
Time: Morning of the 24th
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The slight warmth from the normally regal Nahir was certainly refreshing. Just as he would exchange more pleasantries there came a woman with a seemingly kind disposition coming to greet the group. "Perhaps the details can be discussed later." He said in a hushed tone before waving at the new person. He was going to let her down gently, given that he had no authority to decide who or what sits next to the Princess of this fine nation. Just as he was about to share that she would likely be better off finding another seat incase someone else takes offense, Wulfric entered the scene and vehemently expressed disapproval of the notion. Farim let him speak his piece, and observed the expressions on the mans face. It was not written plain as day, but there was a subtle hint that Wulfric had been quite busy this morning. The tone and "direct-to-business" attitude could very well be facets of the mans personality, but it gave him a reminder of his own busier days back home.

He would wait a moment to let the interaction play out, and then addressed the prince. "Prince Wulfric...it is good to be seeing you today." He said calmly. The personable glance from Wulfric told Farim there was more to be said, so Farim gave a subtle nod in understanding. This was another person Farim felt like he would need to convene with at a later date. This was supposed to be a vacation of sorts but I am finding myself with just as work as before. Ah well, such is the life of Farim. He smiled to himself. Once these interactions played out, the organs came a silence. It would seem the ceremonies were just beginning.

Farim respectfully mirrored whatever bodily motions the others would take, but chose to keep his voice silent during the prayer. Not out of refusal to follow their customs, but out of respect. If he were to show any kind of worship to their patron gods, he would rather do it properly. Since he did not know the words, he simply observed and learned what he could. This kind of interaction was something he was familiar with, and often enjoyed. The world was a wide place with many different relgions, rituals, practices, and ideologies. His true allegiance was to that of the Sun God, and the pantheon of Alidasht. But he would not shun others for seeking their own form of comfort, security, or tranquility - it was only fair.

As the initial prayers ended, the choir and orchestra boisterously filled the halls with elegant music that rang through Farim's ears. It was as if his body was resonating with the music itself with how the ceaseless vibrations shook the very pews they sat in. His attention then turned towards the booming sound of the church doors opening. This entire ritual was as grandiose as it gets, and Farim found himself impressed with the showmanship and dedication - even as the more interesting part of the morning mass came to a head.

Farim was no stranger to the exotic and extravagent. He had heard of the way his family had made their entrance into the grand palace so it would behoove him to harshly judge such an erratic display of self-worship. Despite this, Farim could not help but find it strange to see the proceedings before him. Countless dancers, performers, and beautifully clad women all set the stage for the grand appearance of his Royal Majesty - who himself was carried both in body and cape towards the front of the church. Farim kept his external expression neutral, mimicing a pleasant smile. But internally he could not help but question the level of showmanship for a church service.

Nonetheless, after such a display there was an uproar of applause from the crowd, and Farim would offer an enthused slow clap of his hands to measure the excitement in the room. The parade was impressive and fun after all! It was just not quite what Farim was expecting for such a service. This is going to be...interesting to say the least. He thought to himself. He pulled gently on Anastasia's arm and gestured to her father. "That was quite the show, do you think you have a good view of your dad?" His voice would likely be drowned out by the sound of dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of cheers and shouts of adoration.
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They kissed. Perhaps seriously for the first time. Munir definitely took the moment and savored it. It was truly as cliche as all the storytellers in the markets of Alidasht would make it. Fireworks went off. Sparks flew. Everything of that sort. Of course, all of this took place in Munir's mind and not in actuality.

"Love sickness eh. Perhaps. And you, my moon and stars, would be the only cure. You and your sweet kiss." Munir said as he took his time and savored the lingering kiss. This was just his way of easing the tension from the moment. The way he knew best. Making light and making a joke of everything has always been his toughest armor. Nothing could hurt him if he can just laugh in the face of their danger. Mina's discovery about herself. Munir of course took it to heart. He knows how his people views magic and the occult. He knows how the royal court would see it. If he marries her, he is relinquishing his claim to the throne. Their children would be outcasts of society, rather than pampered nobility. If his brother doesn't sire children, the bloodline may die with him...

None of that matters in this moment. He has finally found someone worthy being better for. Worth fighting for. And by the Sun God he is going to fight for her, to fight alongside her. People from far and wide will know who she really is. He will use every bit of resource, every bit of connect , that he may have to find a solution to whatever has plagued her, so long as he breathes.

Of course he says none of this to Mina. She doesn't need to know the effort he is putting in for her. That would so unlike a man. A man should simply deliver solutions to problems and not talk about the way they had to put in to get to the solution. After all, society doesn't care what one has done in order to reach their station or status. Just that the man has the station and status to be revered. Why would this be any different.

"Mmmm. As mush as I would like to simply stay in bed and enjoy your company... I think going out and doing something would be a lovely idea. I need to let all of your would be suitors know that they have serious competition... I will have Hakim fetch your clothes for you. Unless you want to wear my linen shirt for the rest of the day... Munir took a slight pause before leaning closer to her and whispered "And continue to test my resolve against throwing you against this bed and tearing that linen shirt off of you... Munir moved back a small bit with a smirk on his face and continued "So stay, let me have Hakim go connect with your ladies-in-waiting and bring some clothing appropriate for being out and doing things." With that, Munir gave Mina a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped out of bed, walking to the door of his bed chamber and disappearing for a moment.

Munir would find his loyal friend at his post, a small room found in between his own bedchamber and the entrance to the suite in general. Leaving Hakim with some simple instructions, Munir sent his retainer to his first task of the day before returning to his bedchamber.

"So, my love, what would you want to do today? I have some ideas but I would like to hear yours first.' The morning sun shone off of Munir's undressed torso, his hair tied only loosely into a ponytail. Munir slowly walked back and sat down on the bed with Mina and waited for her ideas of what they should do for the day.
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The previous day (The 23rd)






Time: Later morning of the 23rd
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"Aw, thanks, Nahir! I think so too! I look amazing in pink, don't I?" The princess agreed with a charming giggle. With a smile, she touched her arm gently as she assured her, "You're gonna love it. Our religious ceremonies are enjoyable, actually."

Anastasia then looked over her shoulder upon hearing a voice greet them. She immediately beamed at the girl and waved without hesitation. "Hi Kira! Yeah, come pop a squat!"

Her brother's arrival followed within seconds. Initially, her smile broadened. "Wulfy awoooo!" She added another greeting with a giggle. Unfortunately, the wolf found its prey in Kira and immediately went in for the kill. Her smile fell, and she sighed. He's never gonna get invited to parties if he keeps this up. As if to echo Wulfric's call for protocol, the guards along the wall got closer.

Lame.

At least Nahir seemed to have a reasonable compromise. She appeared as nice and intelligent as Farim. Thus far, Anastasia had a great impression of the Alidasht royals. She gave Kira a sympathetic smile, "Sorry, sweetie, catch up with us later for some cheese... I'd love to get to know you!"

It was then that the background music faded off, and the side door opened. She was quick to rise, craning her head excitedly as Father Aldric Von entered the room. She didn't quite know the words as everyone started chanting with him, so she instead turned her attention to Count Monet's children, who had both climbed over the pews to crawl on the floor by the royals' feet. Finally, the grand doors in the back opened.

A tug at her skirt pulled Anastasia's gaze, and she smiled. Young Fayette Monet was looking up at her with a shy grin. Annie knelt down and assisted the child in climbing on her back, then rose back up. "Can you see now, Fayette?"

"Thank you, princess!" The child chirped and hugged her neck. The ceremony was as loud and intense as Anastasia always remembered it. It was more like a parade than what others may have imagined a religious ceremony to be, but Annie had always loved it since she was a child. It had always been exciting for her, and clearly, Count Monet's children were excited about it too. She could hear Fayette gasping in her ear. Meanwhile, young Beau was standing by the end of the pew watching the scene by Wulfric. Annie noticed him glancing up at the prince with admiration every time he wasn't looking and smirked to herself.

She smiled upon seeing her father being brought in. It was still nice, despite it all, to see him appreciated for his role as King. Anastasia wanted to join in the applause, though her hands were busy holding the little girl's legs up still.

Farim's voice reached her ears as the applause began to die down, and she said, "Oh for sure. Fay and I saw it all!"
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Attire: A toga (over a tunic) and sandals
Date and Time: Sola 24th, Morning
Location: The church
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“Appreciated,” Wulfric gave a slight incline of his head to Shehzadi Nahir in thanks as he sat down. “You as well,” he acknowledged Farim’s words with a succinct yet amicable response. His sister’s greeting drew a reluctant smile from him, though her following sigh had him raising an eyebrow at her. Anastasia hadn’t yet learned that appearing friendly wasn’t the same as being friendly. He wished daily that she wasn’t so easy to manipulate, yet neither his strict approach nor Auguste’s gentle one had had the desired effect so far.

He smoothed down his toga as he settled onto the pew, glad the seating order matter had been resolved much more smoothly than the incident he’d heard about having occurred at the Alidasht Dinner. He did not frankly care where he sat, but it was good to know that Kira wouldn’t be that close to Anastasia. Too, Ece had vacated her seat to escort and watch the intruding woman on Nahir’s orders. Now, that was useful.

Perhaps, he should arrange something similar.

However, that was a consideration for later. As Nahir had noted, the service was starting shortly.

As the music receded, a priest walked in and bid them to rise. Wulfric did so smoothly, as did all those familiar with these proceedings.

There was shuffling at his feet, and peripherally, he noticed Monet’s son crawling on the floor. Wulfric decided to ignore the child even as Beau rose to stand next to him and furtively kept glancing at him. The chanting started then, and the prince joined in.

“Zivitas, bless us with your light,” he intoned, his voice one of many. His expression was solemn and earnest despite his underlying skepticism.

Is your light anything but an illusion? Do you cherish any life but his? Do you see how he uses you to aggrandize himself?

He’d long since not been a believer as such. Even as a child, he had wondered if it was all just a bunch of stories. He could have forsaken them entirely. Instead, he heavily questioned the existence of Gods. The only thing he was certain of was that if deities existed, they were largely irrelevant to mortals, just as mortals were surely meaningless to them. Despite his doubts, he found himself holding these one-sided conversations. He practiced religious acts, not only in public, but in private too.

In the past, some of the Gods, such as Zivitas, had received much of his bitterness and resentment. Yet, at times he had intensely hoped against hope that if the divine existed, they might safekeep those rare sparks of goodness remaining in the world.

By now, however? Honestly, he was largely apathetic. His strength of belief and emotions towards them had simply been ground down into near nonexistence.

Didn’t mean he couldn’t criticize them, even if they were merely a figment of humanity’s imagination.

“Triumpheus, guide us to triumph.” Well, he would welcome it if the victory in question was his coronation.

“Imperis, grant us your justice.” This goddess, he was exasperated with. Have you any ideas of my daily struggles against encroaching chaos? …What would you deem necessary?

“Amora, fill our hearts.” Toward her he still felt discontent. What a grand fucking cosmic joke this must be to you. Laughing it up there, are you?

Aquena, Duedon, and Tempestas represented fine values, and he had no quarrels with any of the three.

“Vena, lead our pursuits.” Oh, but she should know his aspirations. Is asking for a helping hand too much? A single stray bullet is all it would take.

At the final word, there was a boom towards the back as the main church doors opened at the grand entrance of the king and the procession before him. Edin did always seek to outdo himself when it came to showy displays.

Of course, all of it served its purpose as an offering to The Altar of His Egoism. Nothing more, nothing less.

The priest, the audience, the torch carriers. The choir and orchestra, the flower girls, the golden knights. The offbeat ballet dancers with their paper-mâché Edin masks were the cherry on top of the sheer absurdity of the fervent king-worship his father encouraged. Regardless of his personal feelings, Wulfric clapped at the end of it. His claps were steadily measured and strong, resounding amongst others. He wasn’t markedly enthusiastic, but then, that was the usual state for him.
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Riona fixed the lordling with a long, hard look, her eyes traveling over his figure as if searching for any shred of evidence to support his claim of being fashionable. His fashion sense wasn’t bad, she had to admit—he kept up with the latest whims of the nobility well enough, and he hadn’t completely abandoned tradition for the sake of trends. But the careful blankness of her face revealed nothing. “If that is what you must tell yourself to sleep at night…” she said at last, her gaze sliding away to some distant point. She let the implication hang in the air between them.

The arrogance of the man, thinking he was doing her a gracious favor with his talk of olive branches when he couldn’t even be bothered to remember her words from one moment to the next. Did he really not understand what the problem she had with him was, even after she’d laid it out as plain as day? Even Shehzadi Nahir had practically drawn the Lordling a diagram, but apparently his ego was too impenetrable, his skull too dense.

“Gods spare me from fools and slow-witted lordlings,” Riona muttered, letting her maid’s mask slip. But Lordling Smithwood was too busy prattling, and she doubted he’d even noticed.

He was critiquing the shoes she’d left, in excruciating detail—too gaudy, too dull, unbefitting a man of his stature, on and on. Except for the lion slippers. He liked those. Because of course he would.

“I cannot understand why Lady Morrigan finds this an appropriate remedy, the burden of correcting unruly servants should not fall upon guests. This would never happen in Varian. Have I offended her somehow?”

Clearly, he didn’t expect Riona to answer, but she gave him one anyway. “Is it not obvious, milord? She’s waiting for you to snap. See how much you take after your father when that happens.”

Out of nowhere, the Lordling began rattling off demands about rearranging his room. Riona could only stare, incredulous. Why? What’s the point? Was this some stupid power play?

It was.

One condescending lecture later, he strode on, so pleased with himself.

Technically, she had followed his orders about the shoes to the letter. It wasn’t her fault the young lord hadn’t specified what kind of shoes he wanted. A mistake he seemed determined to repeat, given his vague instructions about the furniture. Riona smiled to herself. Oh, this is going to be fun.

Brushing down Menace, on the other hand, would be a welcome respite. She’d encountered the stallion before, helping in the stables. Prickly at first, Menace had a sweet side once you learned the trick of him. Nothing like that insufferable rider of his, she thought with a snort. Maybe she'll slip Menace an apple or two next time. He deserved it for putting up with that ass.

Inside the church, Lordling Smithwood asked, “Refresh my memory, do you worship His Royal Majesty as if he were the embodiment of a god or because the King is divinely chosen?”

Riona bit back her first response. I don’t. But she couldn’t say that out loud in church, could she? So instead she recited the official line. “It is believed that the ruling family were chosen by the gods to lead the kingdom, blessed with perfection by Zivita himself.” Then Edin became king and his god-complex demanded that he specifically should be the object of worship. “Ever since His Royal Majesty ascended the throne, some have started preaching that he is more than just chosen. He is a mortal god. Born of divine blood, an avatar of Zivita himself.” Blah blah blah. What a crock.

As Lordling Smithwood’s attendant, Riona didn’t sit next to him, but stood against the wall near him. From her vantage point, she got a clear view of those who assembled.

The Monets’ presence came as no shock. The real gut-punch was seeing Count Calbert. His own daughter was still out there somewhere, lost or worse, and here he was attending some stupid ceremony. Priorities, indeed. Maybe Cal had the right of it after all.

Princess Anastasia was with, what Riona could only assume was her new fling, Shahzade Farim. All thoughts of Darryn had clearly been wiped from her pretty, empty head. Darryn… Still missing, still gone. Each hour that passed without a word from him coiled the dread tighter in Riona’s gut, a sinking feeling that something terrible had happened.

Riona also spotted the Vikenas. Nerves played across the Duke’s face, but there was courage there too. Why else would he be attending this event? Lady Charlotte hovered at his elbow, but her attention seemed focused on jotting notes on a journal she carried. Of what, Riona had no clue. She just hoped that Edin’s sycophants were too enraptured by the ceremony to notice one noblewoman neglecting her most holy of duties—fawning over her blessed sovereign.

A trace of a smile ghosted across her lips at the sight of Shehzadi Nahir, memories of the last night’s dance returning to her. But the warmth flickered and died as quickly as a snuffed candle when Wulfric walked into view, his presence an icy draft that seeped into her bones and snaked around her throat. The smile faded into a taut line.

Four unfamiliar faces caught Riona’s eye. Three were complete strangers. The other, Riona recognized vaguely as one of the Shehzadi’s many servants. Four very different, but very dangerous people. It was all in the way they moved—the coiled alertness of their posture, the calculated precision of each step. They were weapons, honed and deadly. (Of course, the literal weapons strapped to the foreign duo were also a dead giveaway.)

She watched silently as the assembled took their seats.

Then, the ceremony began, and Gods, every second of it was torture. Riona wanted to rip her ears off, listening to that stupid f**king song extolling Edin’s virtues and supposed divinity. To gouge her eyes out so she didn’t have to witness the farcical spectacle.

But why stop at harming herself when the true objects of her hatred were right here, within reach? The very people she despised most in this world, all gathered in one place. It would be so easy, whispered a voice in her mind. She could do it now. Here, in this church, while they celebrated the glory of these monsters. What delicious irony it would be. And the best part? The Gods wouldn’t lift a finger to stop her.

Because if the Gods were real, if they truly cared about their chosen, they would have acted long ago.
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A man entered from a side door and the spectacle began. The priest immediately asked everyone to stand, ...weird to wait until everyone is seated and then ask them to stand again. Leo went along with the request, as did the rest of the room.

Then a long-winded naming of a variety of gods and their purposes commenced, ...how many gods did one nation need? A god just to fortify spirits, another to guide paths. Excessive. Does Varian have this many? His mind wandered as he stood still, pretending to pay close attention but remaining silent due to not knowing the proper responses. He tried to remember the names of the Varian gods and concluded that Varian did in fact have more gods than Caesonia.

The doors, dramatically swung open. Leo was caught in an internal debate, ...If Varian has more gods, does that mean we are stronger, or does it imply we need more help from imaginary sky friends?

The combination of the orchestra beginning to play, paired with the angelic choir voices, lead his mind back from where it had wandered off. His full attention locked onto the precession. Two rows of torch bears marched down the path, the heat from the flames brushed by with them.

In his glory, behold the god’s face…
…Edin’s face? Did Edin write this song? Women tossed rose petals as they followed behind the torchbearers.

Hear the heaven’s declare his rule just and wise…
Wise? Are the gods here all as drunk as the king’s youngest son? Shimmering golden-clad knights marched behind the flowers and held high their swords.

Edin’s voice, though Leo couldn’t see the king anywhere, echoed through the church. And then the last thing Leo expected to see, a collection of dancers wearing giant Edin-heads began to perform. Since he was already in church he offered up a silent prayer to foreign gods for at least one of the Edin-headed monstrosities to fall over. Leo found himself disappointed by the inability of the gods to grant wishes.

Leo clapped through his brief moment of disappointment, offering all the enthusiasm he could for a ridiculous but entertaining performance. If King Edin excelled at one thing, it was keeping his people entertained and constantly admiring their king.

Finally, the man of the hour entered, the king carried upon a throne, and with a cape that trailed endlessly behind him. As King Edin raised up his hands, Leo applauded, now for the king who created such a spectacle and who likely had many of his attendees convinced he truly was something divine.
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Sjan-dehk wasn’t sure what exactly he had expected, but he felt quite certain it wasn’t this. And judging by how Iyen alternated between nervous giggling and quiet grumbles, she felt the same.

Neither of them were strangers to grandiose displays of piety. The Inner Viserjantan Provinces – and a few Outer ones – practically made a sport out of creating needlessly extravagant religious rites and rituals. He still remembered the ordeal that was accepting the Sejati and Vasenyan surrenders in the aftermath of the Siege of Mersawas. Signing the documents itself had taken mere minutes. It took, however, the better part of half-a-day to reach that point. In a show of mercy, the High Queen had afforded both capitulating parties the courtesy of an honourable surrender, and granted them the right to carry out all necessary rites. By the time all was over, Sjan-dehk had been just about ready to tear his hair out.

But even so, he could at least understand that the Sejatis and Vasenyans on that day had deserved every last minute and every last second of their ceremonies. They had, after all, held onto the Capital island for the better part of a year, fighting a valiant – albeit futile – defence even after their fellow rebels elsewhere had given up. Only when it became clear that further resistance would only lead to senseless deaths and suffering did they finally accept the High Queen’s terms. To Sjan-dehk, they had earned the right to march out with their colours high and pride intact, and the right to subject him to hours of boredom.

Here, however, he wasn’t quite sure.

Paying respects to the local Gods was one thing. Iyen and he had willingly played along, intoning after the priest and echoing – to the best of their abilities – the words of the crowd. After that, however, things got a little more uncomfortable for the both of them. Sjan-dehk had understood enough of the song to gather the general idea of it. Initially, he had scolded himself for being quick to cast judgement. Caesonian ways were new to him, after all. Forming an opinion – a strong one, no less – of the King through a mere song simply wasn’t the right thing to do.

But the moment the doors were thrown open, and the procession came through, Sjan-dehk had little doubt that his initial judgement was correct.

“The King…He’s uh, he’s quite proud of himself, isn’t he?” Iyen whispered.

“Self-aggrandising,” Sjan-dehk replied, his lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s the word you’re looking for.”

Everything about this little parade spoke of arrogance. And not just that, Sjan-dehk was quite certain that it was undeserved arrogance. It didn’t seem like the King had done anything great, such as winning a daring victory or bringing prosperity to his people. The entire city should be in a celebratory mood if that were the case, but it wasn’t, from what little Sjan-dehk had seen. Neither had the few traders and longshoremen his crew and he had spoken to shared anything regarding the King’s merits. If anything, they were a touch too eager to rant about the opposite.

“At least the dancing looks good,” Iyen remarked, but her discomfort was clear in her tone.

“Yes, and the armour of those guards look exceptionally polished,” Sjan-dehk added drily. “Haven’t seen a ritual so damn elaborate since…Since the Som Dran incident. And we only saw what? Less than a fifth of the whole thing?”

Iyen clicked her tongue. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“I defended your honour. Be grateful.” He glanced sideways at her with a grin.

Shaking her head, Iyen chuckled and said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “Oh, my hero. Whatever shall I do without this sea-addled, provincial Captain by my side?” She turned her attention back to the parade, her face pensive. “But when you’re right, you’re right. This is awfully extravagant for just honouring a King, even if he is a God-King.” She paused and looked around. “Sjan-dehk, I think they’re definitely sacrificing him. Doesn’t this seem like a send-off to you? They’ve even got his funeral portrait hung up and ready!”

“First of all, you’re just as provincial as I am,” Sjan-dehk began. “Secondly, be careful. You’re showing your Sudhrayarn instincts again. I don’t think there’ll be a sacrifice, but if there is…” He looked at her and gave a non-commital shrug. “We’ll just stay out of it. Though we should also find their Crown Prince so we’ve at least got someone to negotiate with. Not unless they decide that he needs to ascend as well to keep their King company.”

Iyen giggled. “My, are those your provincial instincts that are showing?” She placed her hands on her hips and looked back at the aisle. “Well, at least they’ve got good music, and the performers are decen–Oh, by the Shadowed Green, Sjan-dehk, look at that!”

Sjan-dehk snapped his head around, following her gaze, and saw an ornate throne being carried down the aisle. The men shouldering – quite literally – its weight were themselves dressed in lavishly-designed and extravagant clothes. But even they paled in comparison to the man seated on the throne itself. Every part of his attire – from the crown that almost looked comedic in its complexity, to the cape that seemed closer to a carpet rolled down a corridor – was clearly made to impress. Attendants scurried like rats behind the litter, their hands clutching onto the tail of the cape. “That’s the King,” Sjan-dehk muttered to Iyen, pointing to the man on the throne.

“I guessed,” Iyen whispered back.

It didn’t escape Sjan-dehk’s notice that the King never once glanced at his people as he was carried down the aisle. Was this simply a Caesonian custom, or did he think of himself as too good to even deign to look at those who so worshipped him? It left a bad taste in Sjan-dehk’s mouth, either way. Amidst the nobility of Viserjanta, it was common to compare the Commonwealth itself to a ship traversing the waves. The rulers and nobles would be its captain, and the people, the sea. When both captain and sea were in harmony, all would be well. The captain had to respect the sea, and in return, the sea would never turn against them. If a captain were to think of themselves as too good to show the proper respects, however, then the waves would surely overcome them, and make them no captain at all.

Sjan-dehk folded his arms as the King reached the end of the aisle, and was set down. The applause that erupted from the crowd as he turned and raised his hands almost made Sjan-dehk burst out laughing, not out of any maliciousness, but out of instinct. Any Viserjantan noble who did such a display without properly earning the right would be laughed out of any court, and Sjan-dehk felt quite certain that this King hadn’t done anything that warranted such adulation. Could he be wrong? Perhaps, and he would offer the proper apologies should that be the case. But for now, he couldn’t say that he liked this King very much.

“I wish this was actually a cult, now,” Sjan-dehk remarked. “At least they have some purpose. This just feels like bloody vanity.”
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Time:Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
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As the grand ceremony unfolded with all its excess and grandeur, Charlotte found her attention drifting away from the spectacle almost immediately. To many in the room, this was an event that one could not tear their eyes from. To Charlotte, this was something she had endured throughout her entire life. As far as she was concerned, the Gods has never done her any favors so why should she do any for them? And of course, King Edin certainly had not! Tucked in the safety of the back row, she felt secure in just taking some much needed time for herself.

The cacophony of the choir and the music faded into a distant hum as she leaned back in her seat, her face hidden in her book. Committed to her promise, she first concentrated on drafting a list of advisors for Lorenzo—a task proving more challenging than anticipated. Prince Wulfric would undoubtedly favor nominees from the upper echelons of society, yet such individuals were often too preoccupied to provide Lorenzo with the consistent guidance he required. Additionally, they all didn't like him... And Charlotte did not like them either. Thus, those who made the most sense were people around Lorenzo often. That meant she, herself, was an option, however, taking advice from a woman was something he'd be ridiculed for. Nonetheless, she decided to put herself on the list. She intentionally left off Delilah, aware of her disinterest in the role, and excluded Benjamin for his eccentricities.

Potential Advisors for Lorenzo:


Lottie

Pros:
• Knows Lorenzo well
• Was an excellent student in school
• In constant vicinity of Lorenzo
• Good taste in food

Cons:
• Fun personality is intimidating
• Hates politics
• Most people will not respect the choice of taking advice from a woman

Kier

Pros:
• Always alert and sneaky
• Cute
• Is a long noodle

Cons:
• Steals everything
• Doesn't speak English
• Is on this list in jest

Gilbert

Pros:
• Very smart
• Cooks like an angel
• Decisive
• Lives in our house

Cons:
• He's grumpy
• Man of few words
• May consider violence

Nathaniel

Pros:
• Personally assists Lorenzo already
• Well-mannered
• Respectable
• Lives in our house

Cons:
• Questionable if he will agree to do it
• Gives judgmental looks


Once her list was finished, she ripped it from her journal and slipped the page into Lorenzo's hand to review. At this point, she glanced up and noticed the paper mache Edin heads. "Oh." She commented softly. If the man's face didn't fill her with such disgust, she might have laughed. With a sigh, Charlotte returned her gaze downward.

On the clean page, she started writing down her thoughts.

Last night was a storm of emotions and revelations.

My encounter with Count Calbert was more harrowing than I could have ever anticipated.
His threats still echo in my mind, and so do his words as he revealed that he knew Kazumin and Seph had been sheltered in my home.

I simply do not understand this. No matter how I wrap my head around the situation, I cannot name one person in the situation who would have informed him of such knowledge.

Lorenzo protected us.
Kazu and Persephone would be endangering themselves only to reveal so.
Delilah and Gilbert are family.
And Count Fritz has only been kind... Why would he? Would he even?

Why has he been kind? Should I mistrust random acts of kindness?
But then how will I ever enjoy the companionship of others if I live in my life in such a manner?

My mother had always said I was too naive for this world.
I know there is truth to this, that I am sheltered and inexperienced.

I know that I am weak, but I must continue to try.
For mama, papa, Lorenzo, Delilah, and Gilbert.
For my darling Thea and Leo.
For Crystal and Violet, whose very names make my heart ache at this moment.
For Roman, whose name does not belong ridiculed in our morning paper.

And for my new friends, Kazumin, Persephone and Fritz, who I must now betray.


Her expression saddened and she pulled her knees inward.

I cannot inform them of Calbert's threats.

Keeping such a thing from my friends is a heavy burden, but I believe it’s necessary to protect them. If they were to confront Calbert or retaliate, it could only serve to endanger them further and tighten his grip around us all.

I hope that the fewer dramatics that occur going forward, the better chance Calbert will let his guard down. I truly want to hope that everything he told me had been a simple bluff.

But in my heart, I know there is evil in that man and that he will choose to do things to harm them, so I must find a way. I could try to convince them to not travel alone, especially at night. If I am to be a poor friend and choose to withhold such an important truth, then I must at least be willing to do anything to protect them from the danger that lies ahead.

What a frightful notion. Skinny, mousy Lottie being the one to stand between you and danger.

Perhaps I should be praying to these Gods with everyone else if they even exist.

It's no wonder I almost broke down in the middle of that ballroom.

For a moment I let myself feel that dread deep in my soul. I know better than that. I know that letting that dread will only result in a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I must be stronger than that and have hope that good will prevail.

On a brighter note, Cassius was…unexpectedly comforting. He appeared as my world crumbling around me, and he held me together. There’s a warmth in him, a kindness that I didn’t expect from a spawn of Calbert. I find myself curious about the man behind the mask, and I do not just mean the one he wore to the masquerade. As I scan the church, I can’t help but look for him next to Calbert, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it’s for the best.

For now, I must focus on what I can do to help prepare and protect my friends. I will gather my courage and face whatever comes my way with resolve.
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Kira watched Prince Wulfric join the crew, and stand protectively near the pew. Kira watched him with a pleasant smile on her face. As still as a lake with no ripples, Kira listened to him. “Miss,” He finally addressed her after greeting the others. “I understand the desire to mingle with such prestigious personages as ourselves. However, I am certain you can appreciate the need for caution and for proper protocol when someone as unknown as yourself approaches royalty.”

The reaction I was hoping for, Wulfric. She bowed politely and dipped her head apologetically. She didn’t even meet his gaze, as though she were a dog that had run away and was being scolded. ”My sincerest apologies, Prince Wulfric. It is an honor to be here with all of you prestigious personage. I humbly request your forgiveness, and do hope you enjoy the ceremony. I found it exciting to see your greatness up close. I’ve heard so much about each of you.” Kira paused between her words to ensure they sunk in and were weighed.

With the conversation over, Kira turned to the Shehzadi Nahir, and listened to her politely as well. The diplomatic approach to her firm words amused her. "Why don’t you sit behind us? Ah, the pew is full. Two rows down sounds good does it not? Ece here will join you," Kira glanced at Ece and smiled with all the enthusiasm in the world. "We can talk after the service, which I think will start soon."

Kira nodded in agreement, and watched as the Shehzade did not comment – another diplomat yet this one did not speak up. The princess, however, was sweet as expected, and Kira resisted the urge to smirk. Oh princess Anastasia, I did not expect anything less from you…

”That would be lovely. Thank you, Shehzadi.” Kira moved to find a clear pew and sat behind two chatty individuals. Considering their attire and dialect as Kira listened, she knew they were foreign. Her attention turned back to Ece and a sweet honey-lined smile split across her face.

”Ah, you must be her Lady in Waiting? What an honor that must be.” Kira commented and folded her hands together. ”Oh, but fret not, I don’t intend to talk your ear off the whole time. I do hope you enjoy the ceremony in my company,”

As the procession began, Kira watched with outward enthusiasm and curiosity. Church was not something she cared for, nor did she believe in deities. Their childhood had been too painful for her to consider them being real. The knights, flower girls, the dancers and the entire entourage of this ridiculous spectacle was insane.

Nonetheless, Kira listened to the long line of foolish gods this nation believed in. How long did it take this man to rehearse this knowledge? She wondered what the penalty would be if the man had messed up. The congregation spoke too quickly for her to follow along and she glanced toward Ece to see if the woman caught it all. When music started, Kira jumped; she hadn’t expected it. Loud, unexpected noises always set her on edge, and this was no exception.

The amount of time and effort this had taken to coordinate baffled her. She clapped along with everyone else as though it had been the most spectacular thing on the planet, and inspected the reactions. This king– he did not care to glance at anyone–nor did he seem worthy of the grandeur. While she understood acting as though everyone were beneath him, she did not understand how a king could care so little for his subjects. From her little time in Sorian he was not a favorable king. Why did everyone entertain this spectacle? She remained stoic throughout the procession.

Her gaze did travel to the front row and she watched them silently, though from an outward view, it was as though she was watching the king. In her peripheral vision, she noticed a man dressed… and literally all… pink? Kira blinked and side-glanced toward the man and wondered what other weird shit this kingdom had in store for them. The event was almost as painful as--...

Her mind quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. It brought forward her goals, though, and her focus became laser sharp. She listened to and observed everything.
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As the applause filled the air, Count Landon Monet, with an obligatory smile, clapped enthusiastically, though the tension in his jaw betrayed his true feelings. "Magnifique! Truly a sight to behold," he declared. This is absurd, all this pomp for a king who barely acknowledges his people. How do they all fall for this charade? His eyes flicked briefly to Calbert, gauging his reaction.

Calbert applauded with genuine enthusiasm, his smile warm and inviting, perfectly masking any personal reservations. "Ah, what a grand spectacle! King Edin's presence is always a reminder of our great fortune," he remarked smoothly. Turning slightly to address those behind him, he added with a wink, "Isn’t this just the most marvelous event you’ve ever seen?"

Fayette, from her position on Princess Anastasia's shoulders, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Monsieur Calbert! It was so beautiful! I loved the ballet dancers!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Beau, equally mesmerized, as he awkwardly remained by Prince Wulfric's side, "I want to be just like King Edin one day!" he declared with youthful exuberance.

Landon’s forced smile faltered, a flash of irritation crossing his face. He quickly regained his composure as his mind locked in on Prince Wulfric's presence, though the tightness in his expression was unmistakable.

No, Beau, you should aspire to be better, much better than King Edin.

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Upon reaching the front of the church, the bearers gently set the throne down with practiced ease, allowing King Edin to rise. As he steps forward, the bearers and attendants neatly arrange his cape behind him, ensuring that not a fold is out of place. Standing before his people, King Edin raises his hands ceremoniously, and a massive applause follows.

"My dear subjects," King Edin's voice booms through the grand hall, "Today, we gather not just to celebrate the divine favor bestowed upon us, but to honor the gods who have chosen me to guide this great nation."

He pauses, allowing the applause to wash over him, his smile broadening in the adoration. "It is with gratitude that I have accepted this sacred role, bestowed upon me by Primitus himself."

The congregation then responds with enthusiastic applause.

King Edin continues, "I am but a vessel through which the gods' will flows. In their infinite wisdom, they have seen fit to entrust me with the stewardship of Caesonia, ensuring that our land prospers under their divine guidance." His voice grows more fervent as he speaks, "Through me, their light shines, and it is my solemn duty to lead you all to greater glory and prosperity."

His eyes scan the room, deliberately avoiding direct eye contact but lingering just long enough on various sections of the guests to give the impression of a personal connection. It is then that a low, resonant rumble echoes through the church as the heavy doors creak open once more. A crowd of peasants loudly burst into the room with excited looks on their faces. Adorned in rags and what King Edin would describe as filth on their faces, they casually began to fill in the last seats in the empty rows. The increasing pressure from the crowd outside made the doors groan as they strained against the push of many hopeful attendees.

"Hey King! We're here for the cheese!"

King Edin’s eyes narrow slightly, his brow twitching. He smiles at the commoners as they sit. However, once the seats were filled, he made a decisive motion as he drew a hand across his neck. This subtle signal was immediately understood by the guards, who moved swiftly to close the doors. The heavy doors rumbled as they were pushed shut, the pressure from the crowd outside causing them to vibrate slightly.

Edin continued, his voice unwavering, "Together, under the watchful eyes of our gods, we shall continue to build a kingdom that reflects their divine perfection. A kingdom where each of us, guided by their light, can thrive and find our true purpose." He raised his hands higher, his tone dripping with self-importance, "For in the light of Zivitas and the wisdom of Imperis, I stand before you as your king, chosen by the heavens, destined to lead."

The applause that follows is thunderous, echoing through the grand hall, as King Edin basked in the adulation, his expression one of supreme satisfaction.

"And now," King Edin continues, a proud smile on his face, "I have the honor of unveiling a new portrait, painted by one of Caesonia’s finest artists. This masterpiece will inspire us all."

He gestures grandly to a large, draped canvas beside the altar. With a dramatic flourish, he pulls the sheet away, revealing the portrait. The crowd gasps as the painting is revealed, but not for the expected reasons. The artist’s rendition of King Edin was defaced with horns and a mustache drawn over his face.

King Edin’s smile freezes, his eyes wide as he stares at the defaced image. A flash of fury crosses his face, his knuckles white. The congregation holds its breath, waiting for his reaction.

With a forced smile and a barely concealed edge to his voice, he turns back to the crowd, "Ah, behold! The creativity of our people shines through." He laughs lightly, though the tension in his stance is palpable, "How brilliant! It captures the playful spirit of our great nation!"

The crowd, unsure at first, began to clap, the sound growing as they followed the king’s lead. King Edin, regaining his composure, spreads his arms wide, "Let us celebrate this artistic expression and the joy it brings, for it is in such moments that we see the true vibrancy of our culture!" He pauses, the gears in his mind turning before he finally continues, "....I shall now leave you with a final, uplifting song as our attendants distribute entrance tickets to the Royal Curd. I will grace the event with my presence and there will be an opportunity to meet and greet with your king. Thank you all for your unwavering loyalty and attendance today!"

As he concluded his speech, attendants quickly began distributing the entrance tickets for The Royal Curd among the congregation, while the choir and orchestra prepared to perform the final song.

King Edin, maintaining his demeanor, descends from the throne with practiced grace, his attendants moving swiftly to adjust his cape as he makes a hasty exit through the side door. Attendants are quick to cover up the painting as a woman leads the chorus.

The congregation is confused to say the least. Usually, these events go on much longer...

Nonetheless, people are quick to begin their departure as soon as they receive their tickets, as they are eager for some free food.


In the heavens high, the gods do reign,
Zivitas’ light, a guiding flame.
Triumpheus’ strength, a victor’s pride,
Amora’s love, forever by our side.

O Edin, our king, divinely blessed,
In your rule, we find our rest.
Prince Wulfric, legacy so grand,
Guides our future, hand in hand.

Hail Edin, king and light,
In your reign, the gods delight.
With Prince Wulfric, wise and strong,
To gods and king, we raise this song!



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The Royal Curd




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The Royal Curd is an exclusive, expensive new restaurant in the fine dining district of Sorian. The inside of the restaurant is gilded in gold and most everything is either gold or yellow. Portraits of King Edin holding cheese take up the majority of the wall space. There is a grand hall with a fountain with yellow water and the bathrooms are rumored to be extensively spacious.

As you enter, you will be greeted by a beautiful waitress in yellow:


"Welcome to The Royal Curd! We are delighted to have you here. If you possess a ticket bestowed by King Edin himself, you are cordially invited to enter our grand event free of charge. For those without a royal ticket, the entry fee is two hundred gold.”


You present her your golden ticket, and she smiles whilst offering you cheese samples.

"Cheesetastic! Welcome to The Royal Curd! Please come right in and take a left toward the event room. You will find King Edin seated at the grandest table, adorned with a majestic throne against the far wall. Velvet ropes will guide you to his table, as for this special event, King Edin is graciously allowing guests to have private audiences with him! Imagine the thrill of conversing with our revered king one on one! How exciting!"


However, to Prince Wulfric and Princess Anastasia, she greets them simply with a curtsy:

"Cheesetastic, your highness! Welcome to The Royal Curd! Please come right in and take a left toward the event room. Please let me know anything you need!"


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Blasted rain. That wasn’t going to make things any easier. Any blood she could have hoped to find would be washed away, unless this was done inside. She had the guard bring a hound as she investigated the head. She unsheathed a dagger from her hip and used that to probe the scene, while she considered things.

The body wasn’t there, and there didn’t seem to be bloodstains about. This must have been done elsewhere. The head and sword were brought here to send a message. What message? She found herself with a lack of clear motive, again. Had the boy done something? Or was someone on a power trip? Perhaps both. She was getting an ominous feeling. Maybe she should have just stayed in bed this morning.

A guard arrived in short order, appropriate for the castle grounds, and she explained to him, briefly. She needed this area, “quarant- eeh… cord’n’d off, nae one touches it; wha’ever camera is mos’ readily available to captahre it, then we can disman’le the scene. We cannae leave this stench so close to the castle, but we must preserve as much information as we cahn. I'll wan’ a camera to follow the dog, as well, fahr when we fin’ th’body. Go.

It left her with time to think. She could follow the scent from the sword, but that could just be a manipulated hand, someone who did the dirty work, and there was no guarantee that that scent would be reliable. The sword may have been handled much over time, and have many scents mixed in. The head, however, would have one overbearing scent, separate from the others, impossible to ignore. That was it, then. The scent from the head.

Once handed a hound, she greeted the beast and directed its attention to what she needed. This scent, here. Despite the rain and these conditions, pup, I need you to follow this. would the hound be able to find and follow the scent, despite the rain?
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Location: The Sorian Grand Hotel on Wulfric Road
Time: Morning
Music playing on the Danophone(an experimental brand new invention)


CONTENT WARNING: SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE THEME

The brunette had been leaning over the billiards table, her hands gripping the edge until her knuckles turned white. Her deep burgundy dress, slightly disheveled, had its skirts swept over her back. The soft glow of the ceiling light accentuated the curve of her neck, where a single bead of sweat glistened, slowly trailing down to meet the fabric. The soles of her feet met the ground after a deep sigh.

Her breath was still slightly uneven as she rose from her bent position. The dress fell back into place, brushing gently against the carpeted floor. She reached for the pool cue, her fingers provocatively brushing against the polished wood.

“Your technique, Mr. St. Claire,” Melanie said, her voice a soft murmur, tinged with a hint of amusement, “It is truly… inspiring.” She had spent the last hour in Milo’s suite room at The Sorian Grand Hotel while her husband had been at the church ceremony with the children. And to say it had been time well spent would be the understatement of the century.

Milo’s hands still firmly grasped Melanie’s waist even as the woman rose from where he bent her over the table. His eyes, however, were still resting on the majesty of the portrait he painted for her the evening before. Countess Monet was truly a work of art in her own right, but nothing…not a single thing had ever been more beautiful to Milo than his art.

His perfectly toned body, a masterpiece of its own, not unlike the sculptures of marble and clay that he brought into this world through his brilliance, glistened under the soft light as he moved back an inch or two so that his admirer could fully maneuver to a standing position. It wasn’t until she turned to address him, her fingers grasping the pool cue in familiar fashion, that his eyes fell from the portrait to meet her gaze.

“My dear beauty…Intimacy is just as much an art form as painting or sculpting, and one thing is for certain…I take my art very seriously. Milo expressed with kind eyes and a seductively devilish grin. He reached for her, allowing his fingers to gently wrap around her neck like they had been only moments prior. Leaning down, his lips stopped mere inches from her ear and his voice lowered to barely a whisper as he continued, “Pleasure is a good look on you, Countess Monet. Remember whose technique it was that gave you such ecstasy. You are more than welcome to come create such art with me whenever you get the craving for more.”

Her dark eyes locked onto Milo’s with an intensity that matched his own. “My dear Milo,” she purred in a voice laced with desire, a sultry smile playing on her lips, “your artistry knows no bounds, whether it be on canvas or in the flesh. You paint pleasure with the skill of a true master, and I am but your willing muse.” Her hand rose, fingers trailing sensually up his arm, tracing the path that led to where his hand rested on her neck.

Melanie’s words of admiration washed over Milo like rays of well-earned sunlight. As her fingers trailed up his arm, he moved to press a kiss against her lips that crescendoed into a gentle bite, which caused her to giggle, before he addressed her claims. “Oh, you were not only willing… You were eager.” He stated with a confident smile. With his fingers still wrapped around her neck, he turned Countess Monet’s gaze over to her portrait. ”Now do me a favor and look upon the culmination of that very muse. Isn’t it beautiful?” Milo asked, his words full of passion.
“It is beautiful,” Melanie whispered breathily. Her eyes traced the lines of the painting, capturing the essence of her beauty through Milo’s masterful strokes. “For years, I have felt as though I have faded into the shadows… I have felt so unappreciated.” Her voice saddened only slightly and only for a brief moment. “But your art, Milo… your art makes me feel seen, truly seen, as if I might be beautiful once more.”

She turned her gaze back to him, “You have awoken a part of me that I thought was lost. Through your eyes, I am more than just a woman; I am a masterpiece.”

”Indeed you are, my muse. You are an absolute masterpiece worthy of being immortalized through my art. I’m glad to know that I have inspired such confidence in you. Perhaps I can awaken even more of your radiance if you have time for a little more fine-tuning before your husband returns?”

“As tempting as that is, I need to get going, unfortunately. It’ll have to wait until next time. Thank you again for all this.” Melanie informed him with a disappointed look in her eyes. She moved to slip her heels back on as she continued, “...Oh and Mr. St. Claire, what’s that device you have playing music? I have never seen such a thing.”

Milo flashed her a playful pout as he retrieved his pants from the back of the couch and pulled them up as she spoke. “It was my pleasure, Countess Monet. You certainly proved to be a much more enjoyable session than the one I had with King Edin the other day. His Majesty wishes he could possess half the natural splendor you do.” He said half in jest. ”But regarding the music…speaking of the King, the device is called a danophone believe it or not. The pompous ass just can’t help himself, can he?”

“Must be new! I’ll be fetching myself one real soon… I’ll see you at our next session, Milo dear.” She turned and gave him a wink. “If it wasn’t for my husband being such a stick in the mud, I’d ask to plan our next session here and now.”

Milo approached her one final time, raising a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear. ”If your husband wasn’t such a bore, I’d suggest you bring him with you next time.” He stated with a wink of his own. ”But alas, until then, my beauty.” In reply, the countess giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek before making her departure.

As he watched the Countess walk away, Milo let his gaze slip back to the portrait. He admired every inch of his work as he pondered the truth. There was nothing special about Melanie Monet. Countess or not, she was nothing but another of his adoring fangirls throwing herself at him to be used for his pleasure. Just another canvas for him to work his magic. To Melanie, this was the best day of her life. To Milo, it was just another Monday.

What was special, however, was the portrait in front of him. He truly was a master of his craft, a paragon of artistic brilliance that deserved for his works to be cherished and remembered throughout time like the legends of his field. He knew exactly how good he was as he looked over his creation with glee. The portrait of Edin he had done in the days prior was a sight to behold, but this portrait was overflowing with muse and inspiration.

After a moment, Milo broke away to pour himself a whiskey on the rocks and draped his unbuttoned shirt over himself as he made his way over to the balcony. His figure was so perfectly highlighted by the light of the sun that no wonder he had gained the nickname Mr. Sunshine. Looking out over his beautiful view of Sorian, he let his eyes meet every building, every person walking the streets and going about their day. He smiled as he took it all into view. This city would be the place where he would truly cement his legacy. In time, there would not be a single person here that did not know the name Milo St. Claire.


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”Would be suitors, huh?” Mina said with a small laugh and shake of her head. ”I think you might be the only one mad enough to fall in love with the whore of Varian and Caesonia.” She said it in jest, but there was some truth behind her words. The truth was that she had been content with never actually finding love, to continue to be considered a whore and tainted in everyone's eyes, so it was still somewhat hard for her to believe that he actually loved her.

As Munir leaned in and whispered his mischievous thoughts, Mina's cheeks flushed slightly with a warm blush. His teasing words sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a playful spark within her.

"Well, if you're so eager to tear off this shirt," Mina replied with a coy smile, her voice laced with a hint of mischief, "perhaps I should just keep wearing it to drive you wild and see how long you can resist while we're out and about."

She watched as Munir slipped out of bed and disappeared for a moment, his absence leaving a void in the room. So Mina took a moment to explore her surroundings. She rose from the bed, her bare feet padding softly across the floor as she ventured around Munir's chamber. Her eyes drifted over the various trinkets and decorations that adorned the room, each one telling a story of its own.

Approaching the desk, Mina couldn't help but be drawn to a half-finished letter lying there. She hesitated, knowing she should respect Munir's privacy and truthfully she would have if she hadn't read two simple words. Count Blackwood.

Just as she was about to investigate further, Mina heard Munir returning, and she quickly moved away from the desk, leaving the letter untouched for now. Returning to the bed, she sat down, smoothing the fabric of Munir's linen shirt beneath her fingertips as she glanced at him with a grin.

As Munir sat down beside her, Mina couldn't help but admire the way the morning sunlight danced across his bare torso, casting a golden glow upon his skin. She felt a surge of affection swell within her along with desire.

"Well," Mina began, pondering the question for a moment, "It seems like we may have a bit of rain today, judging by those clouds I can see gathering out here. It may be best to keep whatever we do to be indoors. Perhaps we can find some place to get some breakfast, I'd suggest Bertha’s Breakfast Bar. After that, I'm curious as to what you may have in mind?”

She reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Munir's face, her touch lingering as she met his gaze with a soft smile. "Whatever we decide to do, as long as we're together, I know it will be a day to remember.”
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"Whore of Varian? Nonsense. The Jewel of Varian more like. There are no whores here. And believe you me, I've seen my share of...let's just say working women..." Munir replied as he sat down to Mina's self-deprecating comment. Whatever the public perception of Mina is, Munir will have none of it. Sure, Mina has a past, but so does he. In fact, who doesn't? It is not the past that should define a person, but their present and future that should be looked at to define them.

"Also. Don't think I didn't see what you did just now..." Munir said, wrapping an arm around Mina's waist and giving her side a playful squeeze. Leaning every so close to her cheek, he whispered to her, voice low but full of primal desire "If you don't stop toying with me, we won't have a chance to make it to breakfast... or perhaps even lunch...As ravenous as my appetite is for you." Munir finished with a slight growl to hiss voice as he gently bit down on Mina's earlobe before clutching Mina by her shoulders and pressing her down onto the bed, allowing himself to hover above her, hair tumbling down from his shoulder and hung loosely in front of his chest. The morning sun basked the pair in warmth and it made Mina even more radiant than usual. The sight of her drove him wild. He knows he should contain himself but in that moment he decided to throw his caution, and sense of time, to the winds. He grabbed the collar of the shirt Mina was wearing and pulled it roughly, leaving the crook of Mina's neck and upper shoulder exposed. He leaned down, breath hot with desire. Just as he was about to plant his lips against Mina's skin, there was a rapping at his chamber doors.

An annoyed growl escaped Munir's throat. "This had better be important otherwise whoever you are, you're dead. What is it?" Munir said in a cold tone. "Pardon me, my lord, my lady. I have gathered some clothing for Lady Blackwood." Hakim replied. "Hakim. You're lucky I like you. Wait there." Munir replied to his retainer, tone shifting to a softer one. Whispering to Mina, he said "I suppose the Gods want me to wait to ravage you..." Munir shifted slightly, allowing himself to give Mina a deep, passionate kiss before he slipped off the bed once more and collecting the clothing Hakim had brought back. "Now, please prepare the carriage and three horses. The lady and I will be visiting some local spots this morning." "Certainly my lord. The weather calls for rain, should I prepare for that? "Yes. Once you've prepared the horses, wait for us at the gate. Thank you, and fuck you for ruining my breakfast." Munir and Hakim smirked at each other before Hakim offered his lord a bow and quickly moved on to his next task.

Turning, Munir closed the door behind him and brought the items of clothing into his bed chamber and set them on his dressing counter, slightly beneath his polished bronze mirror. "Bertha's then. I supposed you'd want me to step out while you changed?...Or..." Munir said, once again testing his boundaries with Mina.
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