[IC] 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

[princess]

Time: 7pm
Location: Damien Estate
Mention: @FunnyGuy Lorenzo @PapaOso Cassius @Tpartywithzombi Violet
Attire:Bun--> this is undone and her hair is now down, Dress, Gold haircomb

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Charlotte trembled in the chilly night air, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, seeking warmth in her own embrace. Her fingers brushed against the softness of the velvet fabric that adorned her sleeves, offering a tactile comfort that eased her senses momentarily. Her gaze, heavy with unspoken sorrow, remained fixed downward, unwilling to confront the world rushing past her.

The rhythmic galloping of horses reverberated through the night, their powerful hooves striking the ground with an unrelenting intensity. The sound reverberated in Charlotte's ears as she came to the realization that not only had Lorenzo harbored such feelings for her, but he had also had no protest to her departure.

I thought you were different.

She felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her, threatening to spill over. Her eyelids clenched tightly, forming a barrier against the tears that threatened to escape. With a heavy heart, Charlotte gradually slowed her steps, her feet coming to a halt on the worn cobblestone beneath her. The silence enveloped her, punctuated only by the faint sounds of her own steady breaths.

A question rang out in her mind.

Was Lorenzo right?

She could imagine her mother might have finally agreed with him had she been here. There had been no pleasing her either. The onslaught of criticism was something that was so familiar yet so distant. Thinking back over the day, she supposed perhaps she had been inconsiderate of Lorenzo's feelings. It was both their house now after all. Her brows furrowed further. Maybe it was just his. It wasn't like women had a right to anything, and how cruel of a thought that was, that as long as a man over-ranked her, her own home was no longer hers. Who she welcomed in, even a small animal, was not supposed to be up to her.

Still, Lorenzo wasn't normally like this and she knew that in her heart, he was different than the rest of those nobles, different than her mother.

He was kind, caring, and always unapologetically himself.

The world had beaten him down to the point he had convinced himself opium was prescribed medication. Her thoughts whirled for a moment longer as she stood in that spot until her gaze finally lifted to the stars above, which twinkled beautifully in the clear night sky.

A hushed confession escaped her lips, carried on a whisper that blended with the gentle night breeze. "It is I that failed you then." A fleeting smile danced upon her otherwise melancholic countenance. I won't give up on you that easy. I... I don't know what you know or what you're dealing with, but I will find out before it's too late.

As her footsteps continued on once more, she found herself rounding in front of the Damien Estate and she hesitated.

"...I saw… I saw… V-V-Violet D-D-Damien’s dead.. Dead body… With an ax to the face.. ”

The night had been such constant chaos, she hadn't been able to truly take in the gravity of those words. A sinking feeling of dread gripped her, making her wonder if she might fall ill right then and there.

"...Are you really gone?" Charlotte whispered despairingly. Her arms tightened around herself, seeking solace, but finding only the chilling touch of solitude. The emptiness of the night grew more eerie and intimidating, the shadow of every step filling her with a sense of foreboding. Walking alone, when she was aware of what had transpired just the previous night, seemed like a questionable idea. She needed to return home, but the uncertainty about her friend's fate made the thought of sleeping tonight unbearable.

The idea of knocking on Calbert Damien's door after all that had transpired gave her a headache. She reached up removed hair comb, and then unraveled the locks of her bun, allowing her black tresses to cascade down, framing her face and brushing against her collarbone. With a deep breath, summoning courage from the depths of her being, she pushed open the gates that guarded the path to the Damien estate.

As she ventured forward, her gaze met the unwavering eyes of numerous guards, their presence more conspicuous than usual. Familiar with the features of the black-haired woman, they recognized her and offered a nod of acknowledgment as she hurried past them.

Her footsteps quickened as she made her way toward the imposing doors of the estate. With a trembling hand, she knocked upon them, her knuckles rapping against them and echoing through the quiet estate.

[Potter]

Time: 7pm!
Location: Sorian Park Dinner Under Fireworks
Interactions: @Mole Prince Felix, @JJ Doe Fritz, @Tpartywithzombi @Rodiak Zarai/Matthias
Aesthetic: Dress, Hair, Flower Crown, Purple Flats

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Sadie nodded in agreement to what Felix said. His honest words caused her to think for a moment. Considering her past, he was wise to be cautious. It was curious that he’d given her the note, especially so boldly in front of everyone else. It was something to think about while being cautious. Sadie continued to smile as not to alert others to what she felt or thought. Sadie did not want to ruin anything for the others!

”Of course! Very wise words from our future king.” She wrapped an arm around her brother and pinched his cheeks teasingly. Then, she looked at the others with a grin. ”Did everyone enjoy their food? The night? The fireworks were beautiful! Just like everyone here.”

She giggled and ruffled Lukas’ hair and looked at Matthias. ”Your son and you are so beautiful! You are a great family. I am thankful you are here.”

Sadie turned to address Count Fritz. ”What a good dragon you are.” Her voice went back to being light and teasing. ”Shall I dub you The Varian Dragon?”

Her gaze traveled to the pummeled yet beautiful Zarai and her heart sank. ”We are so glad you came to join us. Please let me know if there’s anything at all I can do for you. I would like to visit you tomorrow or this week! We should go clothes shopping!”

Unfortunately, John and Roman had left. She didn’t know what was going on, but she hoped they were all right!

Sadie stood up and clasped her hands together. ”This has been a great evening! Thank you all for attending! Would anyone like to take the carriage with me back to our guesthouse? If so follow me, ” She then went to the carriage, and anyone that followed also was given a ride back to the castle.

[Lava Alckon]

Farim & Anastasia

Location: Outside Alidasht Guest House
Time: 7pm
Mentions: Anastasia @princess and Leo @Helo

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Farim wandered back towards the guest house, almost lost in thought over the proceedings of the night. His confrontation with Mayet, then the Sultan’s summons, Charlotte investigating the party from the other night. A lot seemed to be happening all at once that his mental energy simply seemed to be at an all time low. He let out a long sigh as he pulled his gaze from the stone road to the sight of Anastasia and another gentleman he believed to be called Lord Leo. But it seemed he caught the end of their conversation, being just out of earshot as he saw the man begin to head inside. He felt his lips curl into an almost involuntary smile while his attention moved to Anastasia. His walking pace sped up to a brisk stride before he stood behind her, not trying to be loud but not necessarily being super quiet either.

”Well well well if it isn’t the star of my day. You certainly have a way of brightening up a rather sour evening, Princess. Have time in your busy day to talk to a friendly foreign noble?” He would chuckle and place his hands across his chest in a casual stance. ”If so, perhaps you would like to share how the rest of your day went after our fateful little meeting?”

Anastasia’s eyes, a shade of amber, lit up with excitement as she twirled around to face her new friend. “Farim!” She closed the distance and enveloped him in a brief hug. “I was so hoping we’d get to talk. My day was okay after that I guess… I went home and got some sleep after what happened.”

The air in his lungs escaped as her arms wrapped around. He let out an audible ”Oof!” but quickly returned the hug. ”I am glad we can be seeing each other again so soon! Thara must’ve been good company if you were giving her treats. She did not make a mess did she?”

“Yes! She was such a good girl. We’re totally best buds now.” She replied excitedly.

He smiled happily as he continued to hold the hug between them. ”Yes I rather do love that bird. I’m glad she had been good company. I must say, you certainly missed quite a lot before your grand entrance.” He leaned back to look into her eyes with a bit of a bashful expression. ”I may or may not have made one of my cousins mad enough to never want to speak to me again…”

“Really?” She looked up and frowned, “What happened?”

He wanted to choose his next words carefully. Slander would get him nowhere and exaggeration would only make things worse. ”There was a disagreement at the table to say the least. My cousin was saying things I simply did not agree with so I stood up and said my piece. It resulted in a very unhappy Mayet storming out of the room and renouncing all ties with me.” He would sigh and shrug. ”Seems like I still have much to learn in the ways of the diplomat.”

A look of disbelief flickered across Anastasia's face, her voice laced with shock, “Oh gosh… How could she do that over one disagreement? … Ah nevermind, I guess we know I kinda know how you feel today...” Anastasia took a moment to gather her thoughts, allowing empathy to guide her response. As she looked up at him, her gaze filled with genuine kindness, she offered words of reassurance. “ I am sure you did a great job. Sometimes people just have miscommunications. You seem nice and well-spoken to me.”

Farim would smile and return the kind gaze that her eyes gave him. ”Thank you. You are just as talented. The room was rather dull until you came in. As I’m sure you can guess the argument happened shortly before your arrival. But it’s good you’re here. Now I can say my day ended on a high note seeing you again.” He grinned and winked briefly at her as his body and mind began to settle. It really had been a taxing night yet somehow this woman he never met before just seemed to calm and settle his nerves without lifting a finger.

“Yeah everyone seemed super tired and weird. “ Anastasia admitted. His next comment did manage to pull a smile out of her and she gave him a wink back. “I wanna say that too buuuut my day’s not over yet. Talking to you would be a fantastic way to end my day though.” She audibly groaned as her arms slipped off him, reminded of her next task. She threw her head back and glared at the sky as if it were the source of her problems, telling him, “After I’m done here, I gotta go talk to mister party-host and ask him what the heck happened. “

Farim’s hands moved onto his hips as she pulled away, he secretly wished they could just sit there hugging warmly to fight against the slight evening chill. But he settled for this moment and felt his face tighten slightly at the mention of this party host. ”Well truthfully I do need to see my Uncle and Hafiz within the hour. Likely about this dinner. As for the party host….if they’re bold enough to pull the stunts they did before they may try to do other things. Will you be okay going alone?” He had a gut feeling about such a thing. Late night meetings with morally gray people hardly ever go well.

“Oh geez. Good luck with that… As for me, I hope so. Wulfric and Leo seemed worried about my safety and now you do too now. “ A small amount of fear crossed her expression as she spoke, “ I thought I’d feel fine going to see him but now I’m getting a little nervous since everyone else seems so spooked.. My brother’s making me bring guards so I don’t know if the guy will even let me talk to him honestly.” Anastasia then straightened her neck to look at him and smile, “But I promised Callum. I wanna prove to him that I care and I’m trying.”

So he hosts secret parties, potentially uses drugs on whoever attends unwillingly, won’t meet if guards are involved. Yeah this guy is bad news. But Anastasia says he is a friend, perhaps he is misunderstood? Either way. Caution is best. His thoughtful gaze would likely seem to look almost through her for a moment before he blinked himself back to reality. ”I don’t mean to alarm you. I just would like to help. Do you want a less conventional guard? I can always have Thara fly around again.” His tone was more calm, and suggested a more agreeable mood rather than one that outright disagreed with her questionable nightime excursion.

Her expression had mildly lit up for a brief moment. “Oh, no that’s okay. I don’t want Thara to get lost or hurt. I’ll be fine... What’s the worst that could happen?” She shrugged and gave him an even bigger smile, her tone lighthearted as she assured him “ I’ll just wear one of my cloaks so no one notices that I’m a cute princess wandering the streets in the dark of the night.”

Her smile was quite infectious, prompting him to grin slightly at the sneaky adventures of Annie. ”Oh you are certainly a fun person, princess. But if you find yourself in trouble my door is always open.” He gestured towards the guest house and with a bit of a chuckle he spoke again. ”I will be wanting to know if you are safe so, would you perhaps like toooo meet again tomorrow?” His voice teetered for a moment as a small bump of shyness hit his throat. He quickly staved it off and resumed his friendly expression.

“Of course!” Anastasia answered immediately and joyfully.

He clapped his hands together with a quick sharp breath annunciating his excitement. ”Amazing! Where and when would you like go?”

Her eyes brightened and she closed the distance between them to take his hands, “ Let’s go do whatever’s fun tomorrow night! I’ll come to your room tomorrow and we can look at the newspaper together!” She exclaimed excitedly.

”It’s a date then!” He slyly stated. He may be acting a bit bold but he also wanted to see how she’d react to stating such a thing. ”I’ll make sure to be on the lookout for you then.” He glanced up for a moment at the moon rising in the night sky. He let out a slow breath before returning his eyes to look into hers. ”I think it might be time for us to end our fateful meeting, sadly.” He didn’t necessarily want to rush her, but keeping the Sultan waiting would be bad news.

Surprise had filled Anastasia’s eyes. She had then felt a mixture of happiness and fear at the same time. After a slight hesitation, she smiled at him, “...Yeah! Let’s do it!” She responded happily. Anastasia held her hands together then nodded, “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Farim. Stay safe!”

Farim noticed the slight pause, but her joyful smile simply wiped away his suspicions. As she went to say goodbye however, he reached out and gently held her hand, taking a few steps forward and giving her a strong yet caring embrace. ”The one who should be staying safe tonight is you, dear Annie. I will see you tomorrow. But until then, may the Sun Gods light your way.” He would hold the hug as long as she’d want before letting her run off to wherever she needed to be. He couldn’t help but worry, but he silently prayed to the Sun Gods to watch over her.

[FunnyGuy]

Red Duke Redemption

Time: 7 p.m. and beyond!
Location: Vikena Estate, Sorian
Interaction: @princess Charlotte
Mention:

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Lorenzo let out a big yawn within the confines of the carriage, feeling rather groggy all of a sudden. However, that is not all he was feeling. A sharp dagger of regret was piercing deep in his gut. It started the moment he shut the carriage door and failed to subside despite his efforts to ignore how unsettled he was. Perhaps I shouldn't have yelled… She just doesn't understand… No one does. Lorenzo's head hung low for the rest of the ride and they reached his home, he, Benjamin, and Nathaniel carried the gifts inside, hauling them up to his room.

“Duke Vikena, I managed with much effort to capture a rooster while you were away and… wait, where is Lady Charlotte?”

“Lottie… Well, she insisted on walking a little of the way back. She ate quite too much of the Alidasht cuisine and didn't want to gas up the carriage. Don't mention this, please. She's already quite embarrassed by it.” Lorenzo didn't enjoy telling a lie, even if it was a small white one but he wished to continue with the night without any more trouble. Nathaniel raised his brows briefly at the strange yet relatable revelation and was unwilling to ask any further questions on the sensitive topic. “But you caught the rooster? Hmm… Um, let him out into the gardens. I think everyone, including the feathered priest will be happier if he isn't within the confines of the house.”

“I think everyone might be happier if I could serve it for tomorrow's lunch!” Gilbert injected from the first floor. Lorenzo chuckled but shook his head.

“No need Gilbert! No need! But while you're still in the kitchen, can you make a batch of cookies for everyone? I won't be partaking so more for everyone else!” Lorenzo called as his eyes met Nathaniel who looked to be waiting for something. And he was. Waiting for Lorenzo to share how the dinner went. The fact that Lorenzo was alive and present was a good enough sign but Nathaniel wasn't so optimistic in believing nothing went wrong. He knew Lorenzo nearly better than anyone, and though Nathaniel hadn't enjoyed watching the late Lady Vikena physically and verbally abuse the man, she kept his innate ability to cause havoc in check to a certain degree. He wanted to know but didn't want to ask, especially if it was a sore subject at the moment.

“Are you calling it a night, my lord?” Nathaniel asked.

“I believe so. I'm going to do some writing. Please ensure the rooster makes it out to the garden, Kier is comfortable, and that Charlotte makes it in. She shouldn't be long.” Lorenzo gave Nathaniel and smiled before taking a half step into his room before pausing. “Hmm… just a moment.” Lorenzo said more to himself as he stepped back into the hall. Nathaniel just stared not knowing what Lorenzo might be doing now. He watched as Lorenzo stepped to the nearest painting to his door and removed something from its frame and tucked it into his inner breast pocket. “That should do.” Lorenzo then continued into his room.

“Well, good night Lorenzo.”

“You as well, my friend. You as well.” Lorenzo finally entered, shutting and locking the door behind him. He needed to unwind and he started by first removing his shoes. “Ahhh. Much better.” He then removed most of his clothing before getting a much-needed warm bath as he hummed a song he had long heard in his childhood. When he was done, he got into his favorite robe, which was dark green on the outside and a lighter green on the inside reminiscent of an avocado. He walked over to the mounted pistol and lightly brushed along it with his fingertips. “Beautiful as ever.” He commented before going to his chest, removing the bulb flask of opium and the gin. He opened them and took a generous swig of both.

A big smile graced his face as he took in a deep breath.

“Finally…” Lorenzo whispered before putting his “medicine” away. “Time to write,” and with that, Lorenzo retrieved his notebook and pen before plopping down on his bed.

The so proud and fierce desert kingdom
Striped tigers and venomed snakes come from
Cuisine of rounded bread and hummus
These royal foreigners among us
Some of them will fall… love or die
Amora, Obitius, decide
A chaptered season of blood and tears
Tis season bring forth all of our fears…

Lorenzo continued, writing and writing, letting the milk of the poppy and alcohol take him again this night.

[Conscripts]

John & Roman

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Being the middle of the conversation with Sir Mathias didn’t snap John out of his usual watchful and observant gaze, and it soon detected the beholding of the northern blacksmith. A wordless message that doesn't need translation to a familiar acquaintance.

John flattened his palm against one another in front of his chest as he addressed Mathias. ”I’m sorry there’s someone I need to talk to. Hope to continue the catch up at a later time, Sir Mathias!”

He gave Mathias a last wave, a happier and more exciting one to Lukas before heading over to Roman, but circled around him a bit so that both of them were sideways to the crowd.

”You probably already knew what this was gonna be about.” John crossed his arms. ”The lady that just left, Violet. I have some reservations about her.” He said, looking at his compatriot, occasionally glancing back at the crowd, knowing some certain individual there being a little nosy with his business. ”Though I want to check with you first, how much do you know about her?”

Roman made sure they were just far enough away from the others as not to be rude but also not to be heard. Greeting his friend with his usual smile and happy demeanor. John was a trustworthy friend and a good logical advisor when he asked for his council on matters that were out of his ability.

His tone however, was flat and did not match the smile he kept on his face, “Lady Violet Damien, Mid twenties, eldest daughter of Count Damien who deals in secrets. Hobbies mostly include reading books and trying to avoid social situations that are forced upon her. Attacked by some manner of beast in her early childhood that gave her the scars on her chest.”

he sighed but still motioned towards some of the stalls below them that were selling and making food for the evening. “That was last night. Now she is cold, distant, monotone voice, pale skin, shaky on her feet and requiring a cane… the most worrying being her change in eye color from silver to red and the new scar across her face.” Roman knew what he was going to say next would have been seen as absolute insanity to anyone else, but not the Dr.

“In my professional opinion on the battlefield injuries I have seen… she was most likely killed sometime within the last 24 hours… you can't hide a scar like that and she wasn't wearing any makeup last night. Yet again more evidence of heavy uses of magic in and around this city." He was blunt to the point and there was an underlying tone of being pissed off in his voice but his face did not show it.

”Astute observation.” Returned a plain but frank compliment from John. He expected much from his old friend, but his competence continued to vault over it. A faint satisfied smile formed, but his countenance soon matched Roman’s, his tone of voice lowered. ”The first part is confirmed, albeit it is still a secret at the moment, at the behest of Count Damien.”

Taking a deep breathe, John prepared for a rather lengthy explanation. ”How did it all come to this? I stumbled onto Violet later at night after the ball near the library. At that point, she was already dead with an axe to the face.” He instinctively hesitated at the gruesome detail, especially considering Roman’s more affectionate attitude towards her, but knew he could not and should not lie at this moment and time, even how white it might have been. ”So I let the guards know. Then Count Damien knew. And then even the prince knew. Arrest warrants issued.” Things escalated a bit beyond his initial expectation, but it was the royals. They had boners to pick with everyone.

”That’s basically what happened last night. Now, given that her body was in their custody for the whole night, I suspect the Damiens themselves having something to do with it.”

The lord listened intently while still holding the smile and occasionally glancing out at the festivities. The information given was indeed interesting and he would need to go over it more clearly later that evening with Erik to get a better summary of events from the other reports. he did not flinch at the mention of Violet's demise as it was what he figured had happened and appreciated the dr.’s honesty. Yet having a suspicion and actually hearing the facts was a whole different story, this only made his blood boil more at the confirmation.

“More than likely to be the mother more than the father on the actual act of it. The count said that Violet and her mother left early in the morning to return to their home elsewhere. I advise that we both exercise caution, I will continue to pursue Violet. This way I can gauge whether her condition is dangerous to the rest of us.” he paused for a moment to think again before he spoke. “With how her father operates they will likely come out with some cover story and either pay off or kill the witnesses if they can't be influenced in other ways. Be careful John, my duties are to the protection of the royals and nobility but it also extends to you as well.”

John did not know the mother, but from his brief experience with the Count, it seemed typical. The doctor would be quite interested in seeing what Calbert would be acting out in response to this, given how predictable he could be, but he refrained the morbid curiosity given how hard Roman worked to ensure their safety.

The mother though. It’s an unknown variable that could grow dangerous just from the simple fact that they attempted necromancy to begin with. He better hope that once they got their precious daughter back, they’d stop. But the thing with magic is that it takes a lot of discipline to resist the temptation. Once you got something right, the rush of power and ego would be enormous. But it only takes one failure for even a whole kingdom to be brought down. That’s the dangerous part.

Again he paused and looked back at the others on the hill, he smiled at Sadie suddenly realizing he still had that flower to give her before returning his gaze to his friend. “Do you have any information about the prince? I was told he would have been leaving tonight with the queen and king.” Roman didn't mind changing the subject but that information did bother him. “I do not enjoy being miss informed about my charges.”

John let out a noticeable sigh upon the mention of the prince. ”I got a notice to take charge of the Corp of Physician because our royals departed and we have no one to take else, and now he suddenly decided not to go, so I’m overseeing more work for little reasons.”

Looking over to the silhouette of Prince Felix in the distance, he maintained a cordial smile in case they looked over. ”I have no idea what he is up to. He said in a letter that he wanted to spend time away from his fiancee here, but then he decided to remain the next day. I don’t know if he has any schemes, or if he is just being mopey.”

Given the prince Felix that he knew, it’s probably the latter.

Speaking of if anyone has any schemes, Fritz.

”How about Count Hendrix? He’s been rather cautious around me today.” John stroked his chin, his eyes occasionally glancing around to see if he was being listened to.

Roman nodded with his words, that did sound like the prince and his antics. "I’m sure we will see what comes of that tomorrow." He glanced at the count at the mention of their name, "I haven't really seen much of him so far this trip, I’m sure he’s working towards something. Do you have any other concerns?"

John looked up and around, noticing the Count in the distance, deciding to drop the subject instead of bringing up the encounter he had this morning.

”Not really, other than general unease I guess.” The doctor shrugged his shoulders, a sigh escaped his lips. ”But it’s fine, I’ve had much worse actual unease than this. Thank you for listening though.”

[Helo]

Nahir & Leo

collab with@Rodiak

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Having spotted Nahir stepping outside from the guest house Leo headed towards her. He wondered as he walked whether he should be relaxed and friendly or more serious like a proper detective. He didn’t want to make the investigation seem like a joke, but after how unfortunately eventful tonight's dinner had been a more relaxed conversation might be better. So he smiled and offered a respectful nod as he approached the Nahir.

“Shehzadi Nahir, I was hoping to speak with you tonight, if you have a moment to spare.” He paused, and took a quick look around to ensure no one particularly nosey was around before adding, “I’m just trying to piece together what happened last night.”

Leo’s voice almost made her choke on the smoke still in her throat. She coughed lightly, covering her mouth, and turned to face him. She hadn’t expected him to approach her after tonight, and in truth, part of her wished he hadn’t.

”Just Nahir please.” She returned the smile with ease, ”Is Varian opening their own official investigation?” Nahir did not remember seeing any officials from Varian in the morning. Although, his quick look around made it seem like he was trying to keep it under wraps. Personal investigation perhaps?

“Apologies, if I startled you. It’s an unofficial investigation,” Leo answered. “Not that I don’t trust the official one, but there has to be a reason for someone to have had us all drugged. If that reason involves something like blackmail, I prefer to be ahead of the situation. If there’s anything you can remember, I’d appreciate the help.”

Nahir inhaled the sweet herbs, letting it rest in her lungs for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke out her nose. ”Lights, I remember flashing lights. Of all sorts of colors floating all around. All so bright and blinding.” She recoiled a tad when the drumming in her head grew stronger and a new image flashed behind her eyes. Hands, large pale hands. ”I think that is the extent of it.”

Leo watched the whisps of smoke exhaled by Nahir as he studied her expression. “It’s weird, isn’t it? How surreal the glimpses feel. Ana said she remembered cupcakes on the floor. I remember staring at what looked like a cloudy blue sky. Never had a hangover bring about headaches like these either.” Leo spoke as he pondered the equally strange piece Nahir had added to the already complex puzzle. Flashing lights and floating colors, what on earth could that mean?

“What’s the last clear thing you can remember? The carriage ride? Anything about the warehouse?” Leo asked, careful not to mention the stairs unless Nahir did so first.

Cupcakes, a blue sky, and flashing lights. Well, wasn’t that just a whole bunch of nothing?

Nahir rubbed her temples, shaking her head when Leo asked her for more. Her mind may not have had no memory of the night before, but her skin wore the marks. She had to play it right. ”I think… I think I remember hands.” Nahir finally answered his questions. She didn’t meet his eyes as she spoke; instead, she looked at one of the red curls at the nape of his neck. ”Two hands, strong fingers…” Nahir reached for his hand, pulling it between them. She looked at his hand as her thumb lightly brushed over his palm, tracing the lines there.

Though it seemed his question had been misunderstood, Leo didn’t say anything at first. Nahir appeared intensely focused on her own mystery, and such focus should not be interrupted. He held still as she investigated his hand. “I meant before everything started to get hazy, but,” There was something disquieting about the acute focus on his hand. “Nahir, if you have questions for me, by all means.”

Nahir halted, cursed herself, and shook her head. “Apologies, I’m afraid that is all I remember for now.” She dropped his hand, smiling bashfully up at him for taking it so abruptly and without asking. “There is something,” she paused to inhale the concoction of herbs again, the sweet’s aroma already doing wonders for her head. “Do you remember anything else besides a blue sky? None of our memories make any sense when put together.”

“Anastasia had mentioned descending a staircase in the warehouse. I remember that as well. Everything after that is just bits and pieces. It makes more sense that they’d have drugged the drinks, but maybe, if the memory loss starts so early, the drugs were somehow in the air.” Leo walked through his thoughts aloud, and rifled through his memories, past the carriage and warehouse until everything was a dense fog again. Stairs. “Strange music. Thumping. Like it was made by machinery.” He attempted to mimic the sound and the beat as another brief glimpse of last night resurfaced and faded away.

“None of it makes sense. The more I learn the less sense it makes. But Ana is meeting with the mysterious host tonight. Wulfric is sending guards to keep an eye out, hopefully, that will bring some more satisfying answers.” Leo added, he wasn’t leaving this mystery unsolved, the answers were somewhere. “If not, I’ll keep looking.”

Were they using Anastasia as bait? She wouldn’t put it past Queen Alibeth to do so. Still, the information Leo was providing was useful. ”What about magic?” Nahir crossed her arms over her chest, eyes focused on the tip of his nose. ”We have to be open to any possibility in this situation. That includes magic. It may explain our different memories as well. A blue sky in the middle of the night, inside a warehouse? The strange music you described. The flashing lights and even the headaches.”Her index finger tapped over her arm in a rhythmic pattern.

“Magic?” Leo repeated the word like it was from a strange language. “Like in children’s books?” He glanced down at whatever Nahir was smoking, now wondering what exactly it was. Surely she does not believe all that magic nonsense? Obscure laws against it served as reminders of old-world superstitions. Was she saying his investigation was a joke? All the clues were ridiculous.

“I guess I’ll have to keep an eye out for any bubbling cauldrons and flying brooms.” Leo responded with a smile and a quick scan of the skies.

Nahir had to cover her mouth with the back of her hand to cover the giggle she let escape. ”No, not like the children’s books.” She looked away momentarily, trying to subdue the giggles. Did Varian have no myths? No legends of powerful mages and witches? Alidash’s history and old legends were littered with them. Sultans and Grand Viziers with enough magic to solidify their rule for centuries. ”I am talking about the magic in the legends, Leo. The kind of magic that lets you seize control of nature itself, mold it into whatever limitations of your imagination can conjure. That kind.”

Her mother had told her so many tales of such magic and its users. The amount of power they held in their hands only to succumb to its greed. Such weak creatures, they had been. And while she understood Leo's skepticism about such a word and its implications, she would not dismiss it and chalk it up to children’s stories when laws against it were still upheld. ”A good investigator always keeps an open mind.” She smiled, already done with their conversation. ”If I encounter something else, I will inform you.”

Leo smiled politely, to a joke he didn’t quite get. The way Nahir described it sounded far more dangerous than old tales of cranky old crones luring children astray with candy houses. But myths and legends it was, and last night, was very real. Real and weird beyond any current explanation. The thought of it made him feel cold; something that shouldn't be real creeping into a world that mostly made sense.

“Well then I’d be a fool to ignore such sage advice. I’ll look into the magic angle as well. Thank you for your time.” Leo said, it was best to leave the conversation while she was amused rather than annoyed with his questions.

[JJ Doe]

From the moment Lady Morrigan swept into the guesthouse, the Alidasht servant found themselves captivated by her presence. The allure of her movements commanded their unwavering attention. Their eyes traced the contours of her body, acutely aware of how her garments artfully accentuated her every asset, as she approached servants who had been present for the Alidasht dinner party. While most didn’t seem to mind talking to her, some eager to engage in gossip, a select few Danrose servants avoided eye contact.

Lady Morrigan bloomed with delight when she spotted a dinner guest. She trotted over to Lord Smithwood and brushed his arm with her fingertips, drawing his attention to her. He, though momentarily taken aback by the Lady’s sudden appearance, soon composed himself into a polite smile.

As members of the aristocracy in the Northern Kingdoms, they exchanged customary pleasantries. Foreign protocols guided the ensuing conversation. Distance between the two nobles and the Alidasht servant muffled their voices, but the occasional melodious laughter that spilled from the Lady traveled through the air easily enough.

However, as the conversation progressed, a subtle shift tugged at the corners of Lady Morrigan’s face, transforming her once-joyful expression into one of grave concern. Suddenly, her hands flew over her mouth, aghast at the Lord’s words. Based on how focused she was on the Lord’s feet, the source of her distress had to do with his shoes. How this, in turn, warranted her profuse apologies, remained an enigma in its own right. Footwear must be serious business in the North.

For the first time since they started talking, a hush fell between them. Lady Morrigan’s eyes fell, her cheeks tinged pink. The servant thought they detected a shimmer of moisture in her eyes. After a solemn reflection, she summoned the strength to lift her gaze and revealed her thoughts, which caught Lord Smithwood off guard once again.

Initially, Lord Smithwood appeared reluctant about what she said. In the end, when the Lady’s face clouded at his response, he relented, either accepting her request or promising to consider it. Whichever the case, her face brightened upon hearing his answer. She clasped his hands and shook them.

With a decision reached, the nobles bid each other farewell. Lady Morrigan, accompanied by her loyal knight, who clung to her like a shadow, drew close enough for the servant to eavesdrop on the latter half of their conversation.

“Are you sure that was wise?” he asked.

“Well, darling, we shall see how much the cub takes after his dear old daddy, won’t we?” she replied with a hint of amusement.

“Besides, as long as she’s breathing when all’s said and done, he can go on ahead and do as he pleases—chop her into pieces, sizzle her over a grill, earn extra coin as her procurer for the rest of the season. Gods knows, it’s none of my concern.”

She spoke her next words with chilling clarity, the cold steel of an executioner’s ax. “Dead men do not suffer… and she still has much to atone for.”

[PapaOso]

Cassius & Charlotte

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Cassius leaned against the wall nearest the wine table, his mind billowing with hundreds of thoughts all at once. He was a man that was fine being left to his solitude, but the quiet of a massive house like this did not suit him well when his storm of a mind raged like it was in this moment. There was nothing around to distract him from the contemplations and questions that he was yet to find answers for. Nothing other than his wine.

As he sipped, he savored the taste on his tongue. For too long he had accepted the comforts of cheap drinks, but if he were to be a Lord as his father so temptingly offered…perhaps it was time to get used to such luxuries. He scoffed at the thought of himself as a noble. It made him laugh. As he stood there, his dark clothing had literally been stained with blood earlier in the evening. He was a mut, a mercenary, and often the kind of man that became a menace to nobility. Yet here he was on the precipice of joining the fold...Such an odd reality to process. The difference in his life that the previous twenty-four hours had made was something that even he who lived it had difficulty believing.

His musings were interrupted by a knock at the door. He looked around, expecting a servant or staff member to appear out of thin air to answer the knocking, but alas…he was completely alone in the foyer. With a quick gulp, Cassius downed the rest of his wine and placed the glass back on the table. Pulling himself off the wall, he stretched his shoulders a bit before sauntering over towards the door. Finally, a distraction. He thought to himself as he reached out and pulled the door open with a grin.

Suddenly, the tempest raging in his mind quieted as his eyes met the person on the other side. It was an eerie thing for a storm to grow so calm so quickly. Sometimes it was an indication that the eye of the very storm itself was overhead, and that the worst was yet to come. Other times, as a storm dies down… all that remains is calm.

The woman standing outside the door was a stranger to Cassius. His eyes had never met hers before, nor had they ever been graced by her presence. Yet it was odd, for he felt such a spark of familiarity ignite as he took in the sight of her. He tilted his head not unlike a dog as he tried to make sense of it, but it was to no avail. Instead, he took in the beauty of the woman. Her glorious raven black locks framed her face in the most stunning of ways. The red velvet dress she was wearing looked as soft as anything he had ever touched. Then there were her melancholy eyes. The kind one could lose themselves to if not careful. In all of their sadness, they were beautiful. The calm that came over Cassius the moment he saw her allowed him to drink her in no different than he was the wine that filled his glass moments ago. He had not the slightest clue what to expect when he opened the door, but even so…she was a worthy surprise.

Cassius let his grin turn into an alluring smile as he licked the last bit of wine from his lips before finally addressing her. “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous, aren’t you?” He pulled the door open a bit more and stepped fully into the threshold, placing a hand at the top of the frame, he leaned into it nonchalantly. “Are you lost, darling?”

Charlotte had braced herself, her heart pounding, as the door swung open. She had hoped to see the sight of her dear Crystal or to see the pensive Violet standing there, alive and well. She had also dreaded the appearance of Count Calbert, the master of the estate, and for a fleeting moment she had thought that was just who had been standing there as a male form appeared in front of her, emerging from the shadows of the foyer.

But he was none of the above. As the moonlight graced his face in an almost ethereal way, it illuminated his stormy gray eyes that matched the silver in his hair. As the two stared at each other at the foot of the door, more details came into focus. A scar struck through his right eye on his face, somehow only adding to his allure. She had never seen anyone quite like him. He reminded her of a poem. He held a certain mystery and a beauty that one would unfold more and more before the reader with each reread.

Her gaze involuntarily dipped, her curiosity piqued by the peculiar attire adorning the stranger before her. It was evident that he did not belong to the ranks of servants—So just who was this man?

Charlotte had been trying to recall the reason she had even come here when he finally spoke up. The words sent a rush of warmth to her cheeks, and her eyelashes fluttered as if she had awoken from a deep slumber.

“I… I beg your pardon?” she stammered, her lips parting into a tentative smile. With a slow nod, as if coaxing herself to regain composure, she continued, “Oh… I am not lost. In fact, I am quite found, or rather…” Frustration tinged her expression as she furrowed her brows, seeking to articulate her thoughts.. “…Who are you again?”

He watched in glee as the girl struggled to articulate. It was cute that she was already flustered. Perhaps she was an innocent little priss. He savored the quick thought of how he could perhaps corrupt such a lovely and wholesome thing. Her eyes dipped to take in the sight of him, and his smile only widened as he observed her attempt to collect herself.

“Oh…you like what you see, don’t you?” Cassius teased, using his free hand to motion towards himself. “I can’t say I blame you...I am rather stunning.” He let his eyes dip and explore her frame, looking over her curves and the beauty of her slim body. He then turned his attention back to her melancholy eyes as he answered her question. “Who am I? See that is an excellent question, because whether you truly are lost or found, you currently find yourself blessed to be in the presence of Cassius Vael.” He smiled arrogantly at her, letting all the charm in the world drip from his words. “Or rather, Cassius Damien…depending on who you ask. Turns out the Count has a bastard son. Lucky him.” His gaze turned seductive as he leaned through the threshold of the door, inching ever closer to her. “Really…I should be saying lucky you. Whoever it is that you may be. Tell me love, what is your name?”

Charlotte crossed her arms tightly across her body as she watched his eyes travel over her body just the way that Farim had done not long ago. She wondered if there had been something strange about her that prompted them to leer in such a manner. Perhaps they just wanted to intimidate her. Nonetheless, the man continued on without interruption from Charlotte, introducing himself.

Any trace of a favorable impression she had of him faded away with each and every word, continuing to reveal himself as yet another self-absorbed individual to add to the overwhelming population of such characters in Sorian. The revelation that he was the illegitimate son of Calbert elicited an expression of genuine surprise… with a hint of dread.

...Another one!? The world truly is unjust. The last thing I needed was Calbert the sequel. No way. I refuse to play games with two of them… That's assuming he's even telling the truth!

With a forced smile, she introduced herself curtly,“…My name is Charlotte.”

Eager to cut him off before he embarked on another arrogant monologue, she interjected, “Cassius Vael. Is anyone else home?” Her question, tinged with impatience, came across more as a demand than a polite inquiry.

The woman’s expression transitioned, and Cassius particularly enjoyed watching her cross her arms in irritation at him. Something about riling up a beauty like her put a smile on his face. Mockingly, he stood straight up and pulled his hand down from the door frame to cross his arms as well. With a wink, he flashed her a playful smile before responding.

“The sound of my name on your lips is so…very…sweet.” He teased with his words, absolute confidence soaking into each and every annunciation.

“...Excuse me?”

“Say it louder. I dare you.” The cheeky grin on his face highlighted the rugged handsomeness that he exuded; the sun-kissed skin of a man who has known the road for many years, the unkempt hair that is just begging to be freed from its tie, and the cut of his shirt that reveals just enough of his chest to entice wandering eyes…it was as though he had been designed by the gods themselves as the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about, and he was very aware of that fact. He did not allow her to respond to his dare. Instead, he began to lay it on even thicker. “I’m not sure where the others are. I’m a stranger to this place, after all. I know that father dearest had business to attend to elsewhere so you just missed the Count. Lily is off getting me a bite to eat. I have no idea where Crystal would be this time of night; probably up in her room playing with dolls or pining over that boy from the archery tournament.” An interesting expression emerged as he considered mentioning Violet as well, but given the content of some of what he was able to overhear during the argument earlier he decided to simply not. “As for you…I do not know who you are or what you want, but I know that if you come with me perhaps we can search for my room together?”

Charlotte’s face reddened as a multitude of feelings engulfed her, the most prominent being that she felt her blood might start to boil at this point. She wondered at that moment if everyone had lost their minds that night.

I think… I think I want to hit him.

Quite frankly, she wasn’t sure if she had ever had a thought like that before. After the day she had, she was simply tired of the constant turmoil.

However, she refused to give Cassius the satisfaction of knowing he had rattled her. Suppressing her rising fury, she attempted to compose herself and asked her questions with strained restraint. “... How about Violet?...Is she home?...”

However, her composure crumbled within moments of making her inquiries. Taking an assertive step forward, her eyes narrowed as the words slipped her lips,"You know what? You... You're nowhere near as charming as you seem to believe."

She had a little fire in her. Cassius liked that. He liked that a lot.

Cas watched as she squirmed a bit. It was as though she didn’t know how to take what he had just suggested. It was fun to watch her barely keep from falling to pieces, but he was proud of her effort. For a moment, the girl held herself together and even managed to inquire about Violet. Perhaps it’s safe to discuss her after all. Just as he was about to answer her inquiry, the woman lost her composure. A mischievous smile curled across his face gleefully from the small victory, and he did not budge an inch as she closed the distance between them.

Her claim that he wasn’t as charming as he thought he was could very well be true. But at the end of the day, he was always just charming enough.

“Well well…you just couldn’t resist getting a little bit closer could you? Hide behind that fire all you want, sweetheart. I see you. I see the desire in those sad eyes of yours. You’ll be begging for me in no time.” As he spoke, Cassius bent slowly to bridge the gap between their height differences. By the end, he was close enough to smell the sweetness of her perfume. “But I’m not adverse to a little patience. We’ll see how long this little game lasts, and when you’re ready to beg…we can see how long you last beneath me.” Cassius paused just long enough for his words to sink in, but he did not give her the opportunity to respond. “As for Violet…she’s upstairs in her room. Mommy and Daddy made her very angry. Perhaps she could use a friend.”

Charlotte held her ground, her anger palpable as her eyes darted across his face. She was in disbelief at the nerve of this man. For once, she decided to say exactly how she felt. Glaring up at him from below, she confronted him with growing venom in her tone,”…You mistake my repulsion for having even the slightest interest in you… The only time I’ll be anywhere near you again is in your dreams. …You’re disgusting and you should strive to not be such a vulgar jerk for a change... Maybe then you’ll have friends too.”

Practically seething, she stepped into the door frame and paused, recalling it wasn’t technically her house. She lingered there at his side, her gaze fixated forward into the foyer, finally muttering, ”…Could I go in please?”

Her aggression was a surprise, and a welcome one at that. He had seen that fire in her but had underestimated its intensity. He was impressed. Perhaps she wasn’t as meek as she first seemed. Cassius took her words in stride as though they were music to his ears. Her insults showered over him no different than the compliments of a honey-tongued princess. Love him or hate him, it mattered not. He had made his impression, and this woman would never forget his name. Even in all of her seething, he could see the desire hidden deep within her eyes.

“Oh love, keep talking dirty to me like that and I’ll give you anything you so desire.” Cassius teased as she requested to pass him. “But since you asked nicely like a good girl…and even said the magic word, go on in.” He leaned into one side of the doorway, giving her just barely enough room to step by him. “But before you go…It was a pleasure to meet you Lady Charlotte. As you said, I’ll be seeing you in my dreams. Just the same way you will be seeing me in yours.” His eyes were full of charm as they settled on hers.

She narrowed her eyes at him and took a step inside. However, his words had sunk in as the seconds ticked by and she whirled around once more with clenched fists, “The only desire you see in my eyes is the desire for you to leave me al-“ Her words broke off as Cassius suddenly reached a hand up to brush the hair in her face behind her ear.

“One more thing, love. If you’re going in…you to need to be able to see clearly.” His movement was gentle, and his expression was sweet despite all of his bravado. “There…that’s better.” His hand lingered as he smiled at her warmly.

Charlotte breathlessly stared at him, frozen in her spot momentarily. Surprise encompassed her expression briefly, then finally sadness. Head games... He is his father’s son afterall.

With a grimace, she gently batted his hand away and moved inside.

[CitrusArms]

Stratya Durmand

Time: Evening
Location: Park -> Slums
Interactions: Callum @Helo
Mentions: None

The park festivities had been exquisite, nothing like what they had in her village. The knight couldn't help but think of her hometown for a moment before bringing herself back to the present. She'd have to bake something, to fight this homesickness. Tomorrow. For the rest of tonight, patrols. This city has been getting quite loud, and not in a way she appreciated. She said fair well to the festive dancers and one musician (who'd had his guitar borrowed) she had gathered and got herself another skewer as she strode off to the city.

The streets, at this point, mostly bustled with people going back home from the park, but there were merchants trying to make one last sale for the day and other citizens who planned a whole night of partying and revelry. She might have joined then, but she was wearing just a little too much heraldry. Enough that she could be identified as a knight. She'd already given herself some rest time, recently. As well, she could smell something brewing, so maybe it was best she was rested already. The day's assassination attempt was a pretty big red flag, after all.

"Haaarrrr," Stratya haw'd to herself as she walked the streets, "if'n I were in a wizard's cabal, where might I be hidin'? Hhhrrmmmm." The warehouses, maybe, but she'd already been there. On a different investigation, but she had. Anywhere near the castle would be too guarded, you would think, and she'd have to have evidence, before she went poking around in any of the estates. If she were do stumble on something, it would have to be when they'd let their guard down, and that would be more likely farther from the castle. Farther from King Edin's many eyes. Between the enforcement centers and the castle, the furthest you could get from the guard was the graveyard (and there was scarcely anywhere to hide, there) and the slums.

The slums, huh? Plenty of holes in the wall, there. They might even be able to muscle out some tenants to claim their own building without raising a great fuss, gods know the king couldn't be bothered. Ah, but she was so certain the people of the slums would be happy to help. Yes, after so long of being ignored, they'd just love for a knight to walk through their streets. For this reason, the knight stopped by the barracks and dressed down a bit. A bit of leather here or there, some chainmail and common clothing later, she looked a bit more like someone from the Adventurer's Guild than a proper knight. That was the point.

Her preparations made, the knight strode back out into the night, making her way to the slums. She meandered her way through, stopping to talk to the occasional slummer. Ask them about anything weird. She got an answer sooner than she thought, though it wasn't what she was looking for. Some crazy bugger had made a real nuisance of himself and gotten himself beat without putting up a fight. The coins he spilled were a big occasion, too.

Apparently, that happened over here. The knight nearly kicked the poor fellow by accident, in the darkness. "Here ya are, aye?" She sighed as she looked at him, seeing his sorry state but not quite recognizing him in the dim moonlight in the alleys. "Alright, lad, let's up and away. Can ya walk, are ya awake?"

[princess]

Violet & Charlotte

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Violet's room was shrouded in darkness, the only source of light being the moonlight that crept in from her balcony. The air in the room felt heavy and suffocating as if a thick fog had seeped in, engulfing everything in its path.

Lying motionless on the floor, Violet appeared as though she had been swallowed by the very fabric of her room. Her body was contorted, twisted in a way that seemed unnatural, as if some unseen force had molded her into the carpet itself. The room's silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Violet's shallow breaths, which had finally calmed after a period of broken and helpless crying.

Her tear-stained face revealed a haunting emptiness, devoid of any trace of emotion. Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, still appeared hollow and vacant, as if something had sucked out her very essence. They were glazed over, as though a thin veil separated her from the realm of the living, trapping her in her own desolate purgatory.

With great effort, Violet slowly managed to lift herself off the ground. Her body felt leaden, burdened by an invisible weight that threatened to crush her. Every movement was a struggle, as if an invisible hand pulled her down, refusing to let her escape. As she rose, her hand instinctively went to her mouth, only to be greeted by the metallic taste of blood. The taste lingered on her tongue, a chilling reminder of the horrors she had not only just learned of but also participated in.

The surge of vitality that coursed through her veins sent shivers down her spine. It was a sickening paradox, for the taste of her own blood should have repulsed her, yet a twisted part of her found a strange allure in it. It was as if she had stumbled upon a forbidden pleasure, an intoxicating rush that mingled with her darkest thoughts. The repulsion and fascination battled within her, further entangling her mind in a web of confusion and despair.

At that moment, Violet's very existence seemed to hang in the balance, caught between the realms of light and darkness. She was trapped in a dance with her own demons, their whispers echoing through the room, amplifying her torment.

And at that moment, Violet realized that escaping the clutches of this nightmarish reality would require more than just physical strength—it would demand a battle against the darkness that had taken hold of her very soul.

The sound of a gentle knock against her door suddenly filled the air.

After a brief pause, Charlotte's voice followed. "Violet? Are you in there? It's me, Charlotte," she called out from the hallway.

Violet's red eyes turned over to her door. She heard a mousey voice squeaking as the sound of someone knocking echoed. Charlotte... It wasn’t a familiar name to her, but nothing felt familiar anymore.

She was surprised that someone had even stopped by, had it just been a coincidence or was someone actually concerned for her? She continued to stare at the door in silence, her red eyes piercing the wood as if waiting for it to catch fire or melt.

Violet walked over to the door, her hand reaching with hesitation to the handle but instead it moved. Her fingers pressed against the door as she held it shut under her weight. Her head dipped low in shame as she managed to speak a few words.

“Yes…What is it?” The words emerged like shards of glass, sharp and cold, devoid of any pretense or warmth. The question hung in the air, a fragile bridge between the monster that dwelled behind the door.

“… Thank goodness” She initially said to herself with a sigh then raised her voice to ask, “…Is it a bad time for us to talk?”

Violet's head sank lower, resting heavily against the door. A shuddering sigh escaped her lips, her chest rising and falling with the weight of the decision she was about to make. The room seemed to hold its breath, an unsettling silence permeating the space, casting an eerie pallor over the encounter between Violet and Charlotte.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Violet's pale hand extended towards the door handle, her fingers wrapping around the cool metal as anticipation tightened her grip. Slowly, almost agonizingly, she turned the handle, each click echoing in the stillness, building an atmosphere of unease. The door opened, its rusty hinges protesting as Violet's room was gradually unveiled to Charlotte's searching gaze.

As the door widened, a gust of frigid air swept from the room, swirling ominously around Violet's figure. Her red eyes, swollen and puffy from her earlier breakdown, flickered with a raw intensity, darting across the shadowed figure that was charlotte, struggling to focus on the shadowy silhouette before her. Her vision was still impaired, leaving her lost in a haze of uncertainty.

Violet's pale complexion, like a spectral apparition, contrasted starkly against her raven-black hair, which cascaded in disheveled tendrils around her face. A prominent scar marred her eye, a testament to the curse she now carried, while her once-rosy lips were now stained a haunting shade of red, reminiscent of the blood that had once adorned them. She exuded an otherworldly aura, a haunting appearance intertwined with the darkness that cloaked her being.

As the door swung fully open, Charlotte's scent wafted through the air, invading Violet's senses. She inhaled sharply, trying to resist the allure of the aroma, her breath hitching as the tempting allure of blood tingled at the edges of her consciousness. The intoxicating allure beckoned to her, its seductive power captivating her weakened self, though for now, she managed to suppress the primal cravings that lurked within.

"Sure. Come inside..." Her voice emerged as a fragile whisper, barely audible above the stifled atmosphere. Stepping aside with a subtle gesture, Violet made way for Charlotte to enter her room.

Charlotte had been smiling when the door had opened. She immediately had moved forward eagerly to wrap her arms around her in an embrace. As she had walked forward, Violet’s appearance had not immediately registered in her mind—She had just been so happy to see the girl alive and without an axe in her face.

However, as she wrapped her arms gently around the girl’s back, the details of what she had seen began to set in. Her expression changed out of Violet’s field of vision as a wave of horror washed over her.

As Charlotte laid eyes upon Violet, a rush of recognition and disbelief coursed through her veins. She knew it was Violet before her, yet it felt as if she were standing with a stranger.
The warmth of Charlotte's embrace faded as she slowly unwrapped her arms, retreating backward to create a little distance, needing to see Violet's face clearly. Her expression molded into that of concern.

After a hesitation, she reached out with a trembling hand to touch Violet’s cheek comfortingly. She wanted to ask her if someone had hurt her or even simply what had happened, but she was left speechless.

Violet's red and swollen eyes widened, their red hue gleaming with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The touch of arms enveloping her sent an electric current through her frozen body, as if time itself had come to a halt. She remained immobile, trapped in a haunted moment that stretched into eternity.

No reaction escaped her, no reciprocation of the embrace; she simply stood there.

Charlotte's presence grew more tangible, her physical form pressing against Violet's, the essence of her being permeating the air. The scent intensified, invading Violet's senses, tempting her with a hunger she fought to suppress. Each breath she sucked in was deeper, a desperate attempt to ignore the insatiable craving that clawed at her insides, yearning to consume and satiate a primal thirst.

A chill coursed through Violet as Charlotte withdrew. The expression etched upon Charlotte's face was one that was all too familiar now.Although Violet couldn’t see, she could feel a haunting combination of fear and disgust that Violet had felt countless times now. It was a look she knew she would need to grow accustomed to, a cruel reminder of the monstrous being she had become. She felt the weight of that look, a heavy burden that eroded her self-worth, leaving her feeling hideous, grotesque, and repulsive even to her.

When Charlotte's hand reached out towards her face, Violet instinctively turned away, her body shifting as she stepped into the room, her back now shielding her from prying eyes. Her voice trembled slightly, cracking under the weight of the pain she felt. "What was it that you needed to speak about?" she asked, her words laced with a fragile vulnerability.

Making her way to the vanity, Violet ignored the aftermath of her emotions. The room, once a haven of solace and tranquility, now lay in ruins. Items were strewn about, a chaotic testament to her inner turmoil. It was an unsettling sight, a stark contrast to the meticulous care Violet had always bestowed upon her belongings. This room, once her sanctuary, now resembled a war-torn battlefield, and Charlotte had ventured into the aftermath.

With trembling fingers, Violet reached into the drawer, her touch fumbling amidst the disarray. She was grateful for her impaired vision, shielded from the fear and disgust she knew etched itself upon Charlotte's face. Finally, her fingertips brushed against the veiled headband she sought. Slipping it on, the thin mesh fabric helped conceal her eyes and, in turn, the disfiguring scars that marred her once untouched face.

Turning back around, Violet took a seat on the worn couch in the small waiting area. Her delicate hands rested upon her knee, one leg crossing over the other in a picture of a poised lady.

"I'm sorry you had to see me in this state. I've just arrived home from a very long journey," she stated plainly, her voice heavy with the weight of an apology. "Someone had been pillaging my belongings, and I have yet to tidy the place up. I hope you don't mind." Her words hung in the air, laden with a sadness that echoed through the desolate room, an unspoken plea for understanding.

With a furrowed brow, Charlotte observed intently as Violet gracefully draped a veil over her head. She immediately grasped the possibility that Violet may have misinterpreted her expression erroneously. Truthfully, she was frightened about the implications of her changed appearance. If there was a scar like that right in the middle of her face, had she really been struck with an axe? If so, why was she alive? Why did she look so different? Her mind wandered back to the magic discussion that had occurred earlier in the day. and she felt herself grow uneasy at first. Then she just feel rising anger, no doubt with aid from the bastard Damien who had just made her blood boil.

Charlotte positioned herself beside Violet, deliberately allowing a respectful distance to foster a sense of comfort. She took a moment to compose her rising emotions and focused on keeping an even, reassuring tone, “I do not want you to apologize. …I came here to see you after all. I feel no burden from seeing the beautiful face of my dear friend so please do not feel you need to hide yourself from me…There’s nothing wrong with you.” Charlotte gave her a warm smile and it was then she did take notice that Violet’s gaze seemed rather unfocused. “...However, I am worried about you, Violet if I am honest…I got a little startled seeing your injury. “ Her voice grew lower as she dared to ask, “...Did someone hurt you?”

Violet sat there in eerie silence, the atmosphere heavy with unsettling tension. Her body squirmed with discomfort, unsure whether it was Charlotte's presence that unsettled her or the shock of her sudden appearance. The air between them seemed distorted as if carrying an ominous secret, which it certainly was... Despite claiming to be her friend, Violet couldn't shake the unease that lingered, for Charlotte was the first person, apart from Roman, to extend genuine concern for her but that didn’t mean she trusted her.

Caught in a perplexing dilemma, Violet pondered what she should disclose to Charlotte. Should she bare the raw truth, the weight of her mother's tales still fresh in her mind? The stranger that Charlotte was to Violet only intensified the internal tug of war, amplifying the concern that consumed her thoughts.

“You’re kind to call my face beautiful but I’d much rather a conversation didn’t start off with a lie. “ she retorted, her words laced with an icy bitterness. "I may be blind, but I'm not oblivious. Many have reacted as you have, and I suspect many more will follow suit."

“It’s not a lie.” She interjected.

With a deep breath, she mustered the courage to confront Charlotte's probing inquiry. "The truth is, I don't know what happened. I am unaware of anything," she confessed, leaning back slightly, her fragile form on the verge of collapse. "My memories have vanished, my sight has abandoned me, and my body is reduced to a sickly state. I can't even walk unassisted at this point. You seem to have known something though... Perhaps you can help piece together what happened. All I know is what Roman has told me."

In truth, Violet deliberately deceived Charlotte about her level of awareness, Violet was reluctant to reveal anything else. The only person she would even contemplate confiding in, at this point, was Roman. But how could she ever come to terms with the information imparted by her mother? The severity of it all overwhelmed her, and a suffocating sense of isolation gripped her once again, convincing herself that being alone was the best solution. The mere thought of innocent lives being put into jeopardy because of her actions sent shivers down her spine, but she forcibly pushed aside her grim thoughts, refusing to confront them.

Charlotte’s expression deeply saddened and her face paled if possible. She felt sick to her stomach after what she had heard. This poor girl…

She rubbed her knees anxiously, not wanting to lie nor upset the girl anymore than she had. If she told Violet too much and Calbert found out, that could also be dangerously. “ I’m so sorry… Anything I could do to help, I am here for you Violet.”

After a deep sigh, she admitted, “ I overheard that you may have been attacked last night, and I was concerned for your safety, so I came here to see if you were…” She drew off and met her gaze best she could.

Violet's shoulders dropped as she seemed to visually relax. “ I appreciate your concern and your company. Probably more than you know. Roman was the only other to show concern so it's refreshing. It was very confusing arriving home with all the issues I had. “ She paused as her voice dropped. “ It was scary. I didn’t know who was talking to me yet everyone knew me. “ She sucked in her breath letting out a long sigh, “ I guess if you hear anything else, I would appreciate any information you could find out.” she paused “ Please…don’t tell Crystal. I can’t tell you why I feel this way but I just want to protect her from this.”

“I’m always right next door if you ever need anything… Even if it’s late, I don’t mind.” Charlotte told her softly and then added, ”...I won’t tell her anything.” She then fell silent before she spoke once more, ”Roman, huh? She smiled to herself, recalling a little bit of what she had read in the paper. “From the Varian Kingdom. I haven’t spoken to him much, but he sounds like a good man for taking the time to care about you… I’ll put in a good word if we ever speak.” She giggled a little at the end of her statement.

Violet nodded lightly, “I would say people's actions often speak louder than their words. Roman spoke with action. “ she said softly.“ So I would have to agree. I appreciate the gesture of that however, I don't believe I am really a good match for anyone at this point. With this unknown illness, I seem to be battling, It certainly doesn’t make me ideal courting material.” Her voice trailed off as her tone dropped. “ Anyways, It is getting rather later. Would you like me to get a guard to walk with you home?” Violet asked.

“I will help you with this, Violet… If we can get the story straight and find out what ails you, we can take steps to help you feel better. There’s so much to you ill or not, and I am sure someone special will see that..” She rose up to her feet finally, then shook her head. “No that’s alright. It’s right there so I’ll just walk on my own…”

Charlotte moved toward the door and paused, “Oh but before I go…Is that man with the silver in his hair really your brother…?”

Violet paused for a moment raising a brow, ” I wouldn’t know…kind of blind.” She snapped “ But yes, the mutt downstairs is apparently my half brother.He is apparently great at killing people…” She shrugged.

Charlotte clenched her jaw, lingering in the doorway. She rested her hand on the side of it, lost in her thoughts briefly. “...Right. Sorry about that… Have a good night, Violet.” With that, she left the room and then soon left the house in quite a hurry.

[princess]

Time:8pm
Interactions: @Rodiak Nahir @Lava Alckon Farim

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Standing before the Sultan was his nephew, Farim, and his daughter, Nahir. The air crackled with anticipation as he stood with his brother, Hafiz before the two of them. He had called upon them to join him earlier and when they had, he had been waiting patiently, but looked as weary as he had prior.

Sultan Raif, with an air of regal wisdom, addressed his beloved nephew and daughter. "Farim, my valiant nephew, I commend your unwavering bravery, your honorable conduct, and your ability to navigate conflicts with a cool head. Your strength and determination have proven you to be a worthy contender for the role of the next Sultan."

His gaze shifted to Nahir. "And Nahir, my precious daughter, your elegance and composure during the recent dinner's tumultuous moments have shown me the depths of your character. You have handled yourself with poise and wisdom, reflecting the true essence of a future leader."

The Sultan's voice resonated as he continued, "Know that both of you stand as top contenders for the esteemed position of Sultan. However, the road ahead will not be easy. Layla, Dali, and Munir as well, are formidable contenders in their own right. You shall all be closely observed and evaluated as we move forward."

A momentary pause filled the chamber as he allowed the weight of his words to settle upon their shoulders, "Furthermore, I urge you to choose your potential spouses with great care. The person you select will not only share your power but also become your trusted companion in decision-making. This choice will greatly impact our future. " Hafiz was glaring at Farim particularly without any reason verbalized as Raif spoke about this subject.

The Sultan concluded, "Embrace the responsibility bestowed upon you with unwavering commitment, for the future of the Alidasht rests upon your shoulders. May your choices be guided by wisdom."

[samreaper]

Fellowship

Fellowship of the Rose: Beginnings

Part 1-The Peasants Reunion

Hours had passed since losing consciousness. Everything from that point on were a whirl storm of a blur as he could feel his body being moved and dragged about. At one point finding himself in a small pitch black compartment that was strangely comfortable despite the unpleasant, cool metal digging against his body.

An unpleasant sensation, the sleeping Kazumin did not have to endure for long, thankfully as he was moved shortly after. In the midst of it, he did catch a glimpse of that strange giant rooster and unknown male individual then before long came the soft comfort of a bed. (or couch depending on what he was set down on)

Kazumin had been through much these last two days that left him exhausted both mentally and physically. And from his many years of going abouts during drinking bouts led him to being able to sleep just about anywhere on top of being a heavy sleeper. As such, the cowlicked blonde slept like a baby; at times he did jerk about from brief nightmares but settled down shortly after leaving him to sleep soundly.

The time ticked by; hour by hour, second by second and were the situation much less dire or hectic, Kazu would very well have slept all through the day and night. Yet, the knowledge of Percy saving him earlier remained at the back of his mind and has steadily crept into his mind until…

“ Get your filthy mugs off my pudding, Captain Moldybutt!” Shouted Kazu unexpectedly, having suddenly sat up swinging his right hand around clutching a non-existent sword. His face heavily showcasing a deeply groggy expression, still very much tired with semi-visible shadows under his eyes and usually lightly tanned skin pale from pushing his body so hard.

Blinking slowly and warily, his head turning to and fro; taking in the unknown location around him as he waited for the fog suffocating his brain to dissipate.” Ugh..my head feels like it's been put through a blender. Wuh…where..where am I?” He muttered out more so to himself while rubbing at his forehead which no longer pounded, to his relief, now simply a minor headache that ached dully.

Rubbing at his face with a faint tired and pained groan as he struggled to remember the events of this morning. Every tick of some unseen cock seemed to aid unlocking his memories bit by bit. It was like watching it all unfold like a bunch of pictures that depicted the events, slowly at first then gradually sped up till it was like a film running through his head.

“ Percy! Oh shit!” Kazu cried out in a mixture of realization and shocked disbelief as he attempted to get up off the bed only to collapse to the floor. His body, still far from being fully recovered and still aching in places, was also still working on waking up.” Ugh..damn this body. And damn you, Asty too for..whatever that powder was.” Muttering and grumbling his displeasure at this whole ordeal he apparently went through. One he was barely conscious for all the way through, enough for him to not even recognize that it was his closest friend dragging him away from…” That bloody codger held a gun to my face!?” He thrashed weakly against the wooden floor in a bout of rage at the insult. Here I was planning to apologize, and the bastard threatens to shoot me... and Percy?! The sheer and utter audacity!” Stating his dislike for the count as he strained to push himself up off the ground enough to get a lay of the place though the light from a dimly lit candle offered little for him to see.

It looked to be some kind of room in a basement and one thing that was quickly apparent. He was alone.

He perused his surroundings in confusion as the memories continued to flood through his mind.” Heh, just like Percy to keep pudding on hand and… guess I owe Charlie plenty of thanks.” Now able to recall being at Charlotte’s estate; the meeting prior to passing out played out, of which Kazu couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh at his antics that did nothing but make things harder on his savior.” And I owe plenty of apologies too.” Sighing heavily as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Lying there on the floor, still confused and uncertain of what to do when his stomach rumbled.” Damn, that Calby. He could have been nice enough to let me finish eating first before going all trigger happy!” Grumbling yet again; thinking first thing to find the kitchen and take care of his hunger when…

“ Percy?!” He gasped aloud, shocked as he laid eyes on the robe Percy had been wearing while dragging him to safety. As he peered at the pile of black cloth sporting scarlet stains, the memory of her masked face looking strenuous and red from nosebleed, did the cowlicked blonde recall the strange events up to this point.” Was it? But it…oh god, Percy no!” He cried out, tears in his eyes as he crawled over to the discarded heap.

Kazu clutched the robe with shaky hands as he pushed himself to his knees.” No! Oh Percy no. Please..god no..not Percy. Not because of me….you can’t do it. Give her back damn you..take me instea-aaa-aad!” He held the robe close, hugging it as he cried upward at the ceiling fearing he had lost his closest and bestest friend whether to God or some other unseen forces. Or any that might hear his plea to bring her back.

If it had not been clear. Kazumin had no inkling of the consequences the use of magic cost.

Soft footsteps came down the basement steps as a shadow emerged. A slender figure with rose-brunette hair that tickled her shoulder blades stood there. Her eyes were olive-green. She wore a wine-and black ensemble. She smiled somberly at him and struggled to bite back laughter.

”I am sorry, but you are too late, dear Kazumin.” Her voice was familiar, but less high pitched and cooler. “Your dear Perspehone has.. vanished.” The woman bit back a laugh as she studied him. ”Dear me, Kazumin, what will you do?”

Kazu failed to notice the sound of footsteps or someone entering the room as he was too busy being distraught at the loss of his closest friend… again. It wasn’t until the unknown newcomer spoke up that he would peel his face from the cloak, his face streaked with tears and eyes still freshly glistening had turned into a hard glare aimed at the woman.

”Do you mind?! Can’t you see I’m busy grieving over my bestest friend?!” He spat out harshly while hugging the cloak to his chest as if fearing this cruel woman planned to take it. ”Oh gods..Percy! I just got you back!” Kazu said while on the verge of crying, but stopped himself with an audible phlegmy sniffle before pointing accusingly at the mysterious, yet gorgeous woman. ”And whoever you are… I’ll be damned if I’ll let you insult her memory so you best take back your words for I have no qualms against hitting a woman!” The grieving blonde started his demand for an apology, his body shifting to show he was indeed ready to throw down.

Perseph-Olivia grinned at him and shook her head, mockingly. ”Dear me. I must have hit a weak spot.” She continued down the staircase, despite his aggressive posture, and stopped short of him. The woman’s posture remained calm and earnest. She wasn't afraid of him at all.

Seeing the woman approach with that smug grin; further adding to the list of ways she has mocked him since appearing. Within seconds this person pulled off a highly difficult feat and that was getting under his skin. As if it wasn’t irksome enough already, to have it involve his supposedly dead friend was more than enough reason for him to hate this stranger but found himself unable to. For some reason she felt both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

”The toll the magic takes on an individual is unique to the individual. They are psychological, psychological, emotional - you get the idea. Some go mad from the change; others, well, hold on because their blood is strong enough to handle it. You can make yourself invisible for a short period of time, but not forever. But…” She sauntered over to him . Her mockery shifted into warmth. Her gaze softened like cookies in milk. ”....They’ve never caused a person to evaporate, Zuzu.”

Listening to the woman talk about magic and… things he struggled to wrap his head around. Excluding the fact his head was a fuzzy, sleepy mess still. At her approach, Kazu, who seemed like he might jump at her, instead reeled away. ”Listen here, miss. I’ve had a pretty fucked day and am in no mood to hear this voo doo gobblygook right now. So if you could kindly fu- …” Trailing off as the word Zuzu finally registered in his sleepy mind.” ”Wuh..wait. How do you know… that…that…” And just like a switch being flipped all the hostility, grief and rage vanished instantly leaving his face blank and dumbfounded as he raised a shaky hand at the woman now knelt beside him.” Y-you… PERCY?!” Exclaimed Kazu flabbergasted as he just sat there, his mind practically exploding at the sight of his closest friend looking like..like a…lady?

Persephone remained silent while he ranted at her. Considering the changes she’d created (and would pay for later), she did not blame him for reacting with hostility. In fact, if he’d reacted less furiously, she would have been concerned. At least they were in the basement so nobody would be able to hear. She remained calm and collected until the nickname she had given him clicked. The dumbfounded expression on his face caused her to giggle.

”Surprise! It’s me, Percy, your peasant farmer.” Her voice became dramatic and she pretended to bow from her midriff.

Next, she straightened up and peered at him intently. Concern washed over her face like a wave on the beach. He’d been on drugs, nearly shot, and was hungover. What happened to him after the damned ball? ”How are you? Are you feeling okay?”

Kazu remained in place as if his body had turned to stone from the immense shock. His face stuck in a dumb gaping look of confusion and awe at the sight before him. A reaction all too fitting and for a multitude of reasons that left his half-awake brain swirling. And as he heard Percy speak in that dramatic and teasing manner, tears instantly filled his eyes. ”It really is you!” Relief in his elated voice as he shot forward wrapping his arm around her waist where he was hugging her lower half or looked to be clinging from an outside perspective. ”I- I tho…you’re really ok!” He hugged Percy close with tears streaking his face as he finally let loose all his built-up emotions no longer restrained by the booze or drugs and any other ridiculous substance.

Persephone inhaled and then hugged him back tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder, then pulled away and smiled. With her right hand, she brushed away tears on his face, while the left hand grabbed a few tissues to dab at his eyes. ”It is I, she replied in a silly voice in an attempt to make him laugh.

He did exactly as she suggested, letting out his pent up emotions while her kind words brought out a happy guffaw. ”H-hey..no fair!” He exclaimed happily at having his hair ruffled causing the springy cowlick to bounce.

”I went through a bit to get you back but I succeeded.” She smirked and ruffled his hair. ”Let it out, Zu, you went through quite an ordeal back there.”

Her words brought his laughter to a stop as his face turned blank to blink back up at Percy. ”Me? Who cares about that…what about you?!” He jumped up to his feet then moved to gently grab Percy by the shoulders with an expression of concern in his wide eyes.”How can I be worrying about any of that when my bestest friend has been made a criminal! Areyouokdidanyonehurtyouareyouhungryneed-” Kazu rapidly blathered out while lightly shaking her, his concerns purely for her.

[PapaOso]

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Time: Evening
Location: The Damien Estate
Interaction: N/A
Mentions: @princess Calbert, Lily, & Charlotte @Heartfillia Crystal @Tpartywithzombi Violet

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Cassius found himself in awe as the meal was brought to him. He could count on one hand how many times in his entire life that had the opportunity to dine like a nobleman…and this meal, as last minute as it was, was more impressive than most of those times combined. He remembered the evening before he and the rest of his Iron Wolves were meant to take back a stronghold from a group of rather organized bandits. The merchant footing the bill for the whole operation bought out an entire tavern for the night so that the men could feast and be merry before the battle ahead. That was the greatest meal he ever had…but this…this was fucking close.

Once the thank yous and other pleasantries were out of the way, Lily and the rest of the staff left Cassius to eat his meal in peace. Despite the grandiose nature of the delicacies before him, he found it difficult to think about anything other than the day that had so wildly unfolded before his very eyes. He looked back on his day and allowed the memories to play out in his mind’s eye.

It had all started when he approached the Damien estate for the very first time. Meeting his father had gone differently from what he expected. Pondering back on the moment, he cringed a bit at the realization that he had actually sang a bit of his mother’s song to the man to prove his identity. Cassius had not really sung for anyone other than the occasional lover on a drunken night, not counting drinking songs and songs of war, of course. To truly sing for another was a rather vulnerable thing for him despite his voice deserving to be heard. It was a piece of connective tissue forever linked to his mother, and each time a song formed on his lips he mourned her all over again. But sing he did, and it was enough to prove to the Count that he was who he claimed to be.

From there he found himself entered into an archery contest that he did not win…but he captured the hearts and loins of many in attendance; at least it sure felt that way from atop his mountain of arrogance. Then came the moment he was accosted by a behemoth of a man that turned out to be the protector of a young woman that was soon revealed to be one of his younger sisters. Crystal was a sweetheart, and despite her understandable apprehension towards him, he already felt like he would be willing to protect her with his very life. Family has an odd way of making you feel that way.

Next in the chain of events that was Cas’ day was the execution of Cameron Nesworth. He still hadn’t processed what he witnessed there. To be honest, he hadn’t processed a lot of this day…but this bit was a particularly strange piece of the day’s puzzle. He knew that something had happened between the man being executed and the woman with the ginger hair, but he wasn’t sure that he would ever truly comprehend what he had seen. He was used to accepting the unknown, but even so, this had piqued his curiosity .

The next few hours of his day were spent in revelry, up until the point that he left the tavern for some fresh air and an evening walk. He remembered the moments leading up to the fight. Finding the scrap of fabric, hearing the commotion, sneaking his way to gain a vantage point…his axe digging into the lesser man’s skull. It had been glorious, and Cas was glad that he could help the woman in need. Especially once she revealed herself to be his other younger sibling. Violet was much stranger than Crystal. Not as innocent nor as sweet, but she was a feisty woman that had seemingly changed before his very eyes from a damsel in distress to a capable and clever force to be reckoned with. He liked her already, though he had the sense that the feeling was not mutual. He didn’t mind being hated; it was just kind of neat having sisters at all.

Returning to the Damien estate honestly proved to be the strangest part of his day, and that’s saying a lot. First there was the argument between Violet and their parents, then as everyone went their separate ways Cassius was left to his solitude for a few moments. He recalled hearing the knock at the door. In some ways the sound still reverberated through him, as did the silence that encapsulated his mind once he opened it. There she stood, the neighbor girl with the sad eyes. Her name was Charlotte.

Why was it that in all the chaos of the day, it was Charlotte that stood first and foremost in his mind? Perhaps it was recency bias, but he knew deep down that there was more to it. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it, but something about her felt familiar to him. Not in the sense that he had seen her before, no it was something else and he hadn’t the slightest clue nor the ability to process such things after the day he had. However, as he enjoyed his meal and indulged the Damien’s wine…it was his meeting with Charlotte that repeated in his mind. That girl and her melancholy eyes.

[Potter]

Olivia, Charlotte & Kazumin
Part 1

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A third voice reverberated through the stairwell into the basement, the sound of light footsteps against the wood echoing in the air. Finally, a figure appeared by the doorway, her dark hair cascading down from her head and a somber expression on her face. "Hi..." She greeted softly. "If I am interrupting, I can go, but I come bearing cookies."

Persephone listened to him speaking and bit her lip. How did she reply? This was a serious situation, and on top of that, she’d attacked Calbert’s home. The price for her head was likely to be more expensive than the Sorian castle. Before she could respond, Kazu began rambling quicker than she could react. Persephone’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Her mind scrambled to respond to him. Thankfully, a third voice joined, causing her to jump and turn around with fright. Then a grin split over her face when she saw Charlotte. She smiled when the scent of cookies wafted over and then her eyes sparkled with interest.

”Charlotte! Hi!” She exclaimed joyfully. Thankful for the interruption, she stood up and gestured for her to join. ”Please, join us! I’m so happy to see you.” Persephone then realized Charlotte hadn’t seen her new look, so she playfully flipped her hair and posed charmingly. ”What do you think? Good coverup? I was thinking - my new name should be Olivia - for the eyes,”

As expected, Kazu had a similar reaction, albeit more intense with his mind flushed with adrenaline and worry. Such that the blonde jumped in shock made worse by Percy’s own jumping prompting him to let loose a childish scream. ”Gah! Charlotte? Wha-wh”- His confusion amplified all the more as he witnessed Percy, who looked unsettlingly like a noble lady now taking a flattering pose on top of it. His mind well past fried now from all the going on, surprises and memories from earlier along with tiny glimpses from last night pop up as brief flashes like a cut-up film being shoved in all jumbled up.

Pushed past his breaking point which led to Kazu just letting his body go limp in a defeated manner. ”Wasn’t there a giant rooster too? … Actually never mind. Just.. just don’t mind me.” Staggering to where the plate of cookies were and plumped down to tiredly munch away.

Charlotte had set the plate down for them to enjoy. She stepped toward Persephone and paused. “I’m… perplexed.” She confessed. This was more than simply putting on a wig. Her face was not the same, though it still held some familiarity.

”Magic.” Olivia answered and picked up a cookie. She quickly devoured it and was careful not to spread crumbs on the floor. ”I didn’t want to be seen near a window and ruin my cover, nor your family’s.” She paused and considered her statements. It was bizarre but this was probably not the weirdest part of her day. ”I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to process.” Her voice was softer and her expression melted like her cookie in milk.

Waiting to gulp down the mouthful of cookies before chiming in. ”It is definitely a lot, but it’s nothing new for me. Just give me a moment for my brain to cool down.” Finished with a tired goofy chuckle before grabbing another cookie to idly chew on.

Olivia glanced at him and bit her lip. She ignored him and turned back to Charlotte.

Charlotte lapsed into silence. She seemed deep in thought for a full minute, her eyes scanning the room around them. Then, she met Olivia’s gaze. “Can I see it…? With a hint of apprehension, she leaned in and elaborated in a hushed tone, as if she were uttering a forbidden word, “The magic?” It had been mentioned enough to her today that at this point, she just honestly wanted to know for certain this concept was real.

Her eyebrows rose inquisitively. She tilted her head to one side and eyed Charlotte. Teaching her magic was risky. For one, it could cause Charlotte to become addicted to the magic. Then secondly, the after effects were concerning; Olivia was aware of how bad her sleep would be over the next few days. The effects of the entire day hadn’t fully hit her yet, nor had she processed the emotions raging inside of her. However, a voice in her head, the one she battled, began to egg her on, and a grin split across her face. How nice would it be to have a magic sister, someone she could. The words left her mouth quicker than her brain could fully process them.

”Sure, but later. Nothing crazy, and not around him.” Olivia replied softly, so Kazumin could not hear her. Why did I say that!

“Okay… How about something small? Does it hurt you to use it?”

”That would be wise to start small. Yes, it can hurt you, and cause long term irreversible damage.” Oliva answered Charlotte honestly while she considered the prospects. ”You must be aware that all magic comes with a price. For example, my nosebleed is a result of using it.” Her voice and body language was calm and serious, unlike her goofy cowl-lick companion.

Olivia took a cookie then nibbled on it. ”The more magic you use, the more negative effects it has on you. It isn’t easy, for instance,” she gestured to her face, ”this spell was painful and would only be achieved by someone with… intermediate skill.”

Charlotte took a step forward and began to move her head purposely, tilting and swiveling as she examined Olivia’s face from different angles. She paused and met her eyes. “I can recognize parts of your old face when I look for them, but you certainly look like a different person. You look… rather beautiful actually… Not that you didn’t before.“ She thoughtfully tapped her chin. “Is it permanent?”

Olivia watched Charlotte’s movements like a hawk. Though she trusted and enjoyed her presence, she was on edge. Partially from the day, and also from the effects of the magic. The whispering in the background was hushed, but the moment Charlotte approached her, they grew louder; demanding attention, demanding the girl stay away, but Olivia ignored them. She didn’t have any reason to distrust her. It was becoming apparent, albeit slowly, that she had misjudged this noblewoman. Her words drew a sly smile from Olivia’s face. She flipped her hair behind her and struck a haughty pose to mimic the oldest Alidasht princess from the ball.

”Well duh,” she teased, ”Of course I’m beautiful,” A giggle escaped her. She then nodded in response to her question. “Permanent and quite painful, and not something I wish to do a second time.”

A sudden scoff rang out into the room and it sounded suspiciously annoyed only to be immediately followed by a heavy chomp into a cookie. ”Tch…Percy was already beautiful.” He scowled with a dismissive wave of his free left hand aimed at no one in particular. ”I don’t know anything about this magic nonsense, but it feels like it's going to make y’all dependent on it. If you ask me, I’d say to chuck that book in a fire and be done with it.” Pointing at both of them in turn with both his pointer finger and a half-eaten cookie that he then took another big chunk out of.

Her gaze moved to Kazumin. She grinned and ruffled his hair in appreciation of his compliment and ignored his warning. Little late for that one, dear Kazu, but not that you would know. Instead she turned away so he wouldn’t see the guilt in her eyes.

“My cousin agreed to tell anyone who asks that Percy is a family friend who was sent here with him.” Charlotte turned to Kazumin as she informed him. “So if she looks different now, she can simply start a new life without worry. From what I understand, she’s had a rough ordeal, so maybe I can help her here a bit and of course you too, Kazumin. Anything I can do, I am here to help.”

Olivia stared at Charlotte. A warmth spread through her, as if she were sitting in front of a fire at home after a long day of farmer’s work. She stared at Charlotte as if she were looking at her with new glasses and dissecting her appearance. Olivia wanted to speak, but the words fell short in her mouth. The length they were going to protect her was more than she could’ve ever wished. She would have never asked them for this, and she realized in that moment, that this would become a friendship she’d cherish. Her vision blurred and she realized there were tears forming in her eyes. Before she could respond, Kazumin interrupted rather… dramatically.

”Start a new... Wait….” Charlotte's words filled his mind still buzzing broken and fragmented thoughts and memories trying to piece itself together. Her words unintentionally triggered the on-growing panic that had been festering just beneath the surface. His new friend seemed to still be speaking, but whatever she was saying fell on deaf ears (no pun intended) for the words start a new life had drowned out everything and from it a horrifying misunderstood reality. Next thing anyone knew, Kazumin had jumped to his feet, nearly stumbling forward in his haste.

His sudden movements caused her to flinch and tense up. Whether it was the magic or the day, it was unknown. Either way, she looked ready to flee at the next provocation. Instead of action, he instead began to misunderstand the situation. ”Kazu-”

The cowlicked blonde took tentative steps forward with tears welling up anew on his panic stricken face. ”No one told me about her new life! You…you’re gonna live some...some new life with this.. This cousin of Char?!” His breathing grew haggard and worsened as so too did his panic now being infused with fear.

”Kazumin-” She interrupted and waved her hands. ”Wait-” But the farmer boy continued on, drowning out her words. The voices grew louder, and her pupils dilated while struggling to remain calm. You are misunderstanding the situation and I do not have the energy for this. Please be quiet.

”Y-you can’t! Please d-don’t leave.” His words came out in shaky, choked sobs; signs of Kazu trying to hold himself together, but the shaking and panic became more evident with every second. His hands reached to grab hold and cling onto whatever the closest part of Percy’s dress was. "Please…I-I’m sorry. I’ll stop causing you trouble.. Just don’t... Don’t leave me alone.” For the first time, Kazu let his vulnerability out; a side that only his family and Percy knew. His fear of being abandoned is overwhelming.

Her eyes widened at the outburst and she bit back a groan. Despite how close she was with him, his dramaticness was wearing on her. Biting back a washpish retort, she took several deep breaths. Fortunately, Charlotte intervened more patiently, and Olivia’s gratitude rose. This gave her the time to simmer down and push aside the negative aspects of the magic slowly consuming her.

Charlotte’s expression fell apart. She took a deep breath as she listened to his words and considered how to best fix the misunderstanding. Her extreme weariness was ever evident.

Finally, she moved forward purposely and began to assure him. “Kazumin…I didn't mean it like that. I was not suggesting that Percy should leave with my cousin, I just meant that we can utilize it as a cover story if anyone asked where ‘Olivia’ came from. There’s no reason to separate you two.“ She then moved forward and gently took his hand and then Percy’s. “...We could maybe all be friends.” She gave them both a smile.

With a deep breath, her voice came out relaxing. ”Kazumin. She is right. We’re all going to stay together. People are going to wonder who I am and where I came from. It’s not a stretch for Calbert to think I came here and I am disguised. This identity is my coverup so I can remain alive and unwanted. Calbert will not let go of the crime I committed today.” The end of her sentence came out bitter.

Instead of letting it increase, she placed a hand on his shoulder gently and smiled at him comfortingly. ”As Ms. Charlotte here proposed we can all be friends.” She caught Charlotte’s smile and returned it, then pulled Kazumin into a firm hug. ”You can't get rid of me that easily, duh.”

Kazumin could do nothing but sit there on his knees, his previously panic stricken and tear streaked face now blank. How was one to react after allowing the ladies to explain. For as happy as he was that Percy wasn’t leaving after all or the warmth of their comfort, but the semi-tired blonde found himself feeling immensely embarrassed due to his jumping to assumptions so quickly.” …Friends…right…” His words came out hollow as he just stood there staring into space past his friend’s shoulder wishing nothing more than to disappear right now though it was not the crying and more so stupidity and shame he just put him through.

Charlotte picked up on his change in demeanor and frowned. Though she wasn’t certain of his particular thought process or what could aid him best, she still wanted to show him comfort. She knelt down to level with him. “I’m so sorry I made you so upset… You’re lucky to have each other. I am truly moved by how much you care about her. It’s rare to find a bond like you two have… I also understand how painful the idea of losing those close to you can feel.”

Olivia nodded in agreement and pulled Kazumin to his feet. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and grinned at him mischievously. ”As if you could get rid of me that easily!” she exclaimed and ruffled his hair. Then her gaze fell on Charlotte and her expression softened. ”Thank you for understanding. I do hope we all become that close too. You have a great heart and mind, Charlotte. You deserve the world.”

Their words were certainly comforting though unintentionally added to his embarrassment. Being treated like a little child in need of comfort over his reckless assumptions along with earlier incidents before passing out; all of it humiliating. Then Percy went and added further fuel by ruffling his hair. (her usual smirk coming off creepy with her make-up adorn face appearing foreign) There was a limit of humiliation a person could take and Kazu had endured twice that, Percy’s little brother treatment inflating it all the more. What could the exhausted and exasperated farmer do but cover his face beneath his hands where a muffled long drawled out groan could be heard as he screamed into his palms needing some form of outlet.

Charlotte cringed at the sudden scream. She looked at Persephone, signaling her with a head shake and hand wave to back off. “Sorry. I will give you your space.” She quietly said to Kazumin and rose to her feet. Then, she turned to face Persephone. “Well if you are going to look the part of Olivia the noblewoman, we’ll have to take you shopping. For now, tomorrow you’re welcome to borrow some of my clothes and Kazumin is welcome to use my costume trunk if he wants to lay low as well.”

Olivia jumped at the unexpected yell and tensed up. She frowned and moved away from him. Due to being on edge already, her nerves were already heightened. With a scowl, Olivia decided it was best to focus on Charlotte until he recovered. She smiled at Charlotte’s words and took her hands gently. ”That would be great, thank you so much. I will pay you back some day. I promise.” Olivia squeezed her hands and let go.

”Acting noble at first will be strange for me, but I’ll get the hang of it. I grew up being a farmer and seamstress my whole life.” She sat down and looked up at Charlotte with a radiant smile. ”You are a great person, Charlotte. You have a kind heart.”

“Ah yes it may be, however, I did attend charm school. I have a plethora of knowledge for you two… Luckily, you’re a hard worker and will learn in no time.” Charlotte explained to Persephone. “No need for a compliment. My father had always advised me as a child that kindness should be the baseline standard in our interactions with others.”

Being given the chance to have a moment to vent some of his pent up frustration that had been building from the events of the past few days. While he still had plenty to air out., for now he was relieved and content enough to finally function and think. With one last small groan, Kazu peeled his hands from his face letting loose a big huff of air. ”Okay, fine fine, I’m cool. I’m fine.” He said in a calm tone as he slid his right hand through his hair, smoothing it out with a relax sigh.

”Yeah..cool as a cucumber." He followed this up with a double thumbs up to the ladies with his usual grin. ”Sorry about that, ignore my being stupid. Ahem…so… guess a lot has happened since I’ve been… out of it, so to speak.”” Kazu stated, with an awkward chuckle while nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

[princess]

Olivia, Charlotte & Kazumin
Part 2

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Olivia patted Kaz’s head and turned to face Charlotte. With the conversion out of the way and the understanding clear, she focused on Charlotte. There was something off about her; Olivia could tell she had been holding it back. Frowning, she took her hand and squeezed it. ”What’s wrong with you? Don’t try to lie, I can tell you are not well. You had the Alidasht dinner tonight right? How did that go?”

The pat though awkward, was greatly appreciated and was returned with a gentle smile.

Charlotte averted her eyes and exhaled before replying, “Oh… It didn’t go so great honestly…But I’ll be alright.” Her gaze fixated on a lamp in the room before finally returning it on Kazumin and Persephone. “ I did get some information about the party last night…Lord Leo and I decided to ask around.. “ With a slight smile, she added to Kazumin, “If maybe I could ask you a few questions about it some time, I’d appreciate that... Perhaps tomorrow though as I am a little weary tonight.”

Olivia studied Charlotte’s demeanor and didn’t let go of her hand or falter. There was more to that story than she was letting on. Though she seemed weary, Olivia did not want to ignore her friends’ pain. Instead she came over to hug her gently and told her quietly: ”Let us be here for you like you’ve been here for us, Charlie.” She then let go and watched her for a moment then turned to Kazumin. Liv’s jaw clenched as she thought of it and the potential dangers they had been in, and she shook her head. Too much was going on for her to comprehend, but she knew she wanted to focus on these two for now.

Seeing that things had settled down, Kazu made himself comfortable on the couch where he idly munched away at cookies. He took care to keep his bites quiet so as to not disrupt his friends' conversation. Allowing himself a proper moment to relax; the same he hoped for the ladies who were clearly stressed out with whatever crime Persephone was accused of. And whatever occurred at this dinner for Charlotte. Numerous questions popped into his head, but kept them to himself for the moment as he was addressed, pulling him from his thoughts.

” Hm? Oh the party? Yeah, sure…Ask away. I don’t mind.” Waving his free hand casually, clearly unbothered by the whole thing, even sitting there like this was just a casual hangout as if his whole ordeal was nothing to make a stink over.

As Olivia's arms enveloped her in a gentle hug, a realization washed over her like a tidal wave. The depths of her need for this embrace became painfully apparent. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she hugged her back. Charlotte had grown accustomed to concealing her emotions, burying them deep. The vulnerability of allowing others to witness her in a state of distress made her uneasy. But at that moment, the weight of her feelings became too immense to bear in silence

“Thank you… You have no idea how much that means to me.” An undertone of her sorrow could be heard as she let go and looked over at Kazumin. “Okay. Maybe we can grab some lunch somewhere tomorrow and talk about it… My treat. “

Kazumin saw and wondered just how much strife and frustration Charlotte has been holding in. What the two witnessed was merely a glimpse and it made his heart ache with rage. Seeing the duke’s daughter force herself to hold it back out of some sense of guilt or shame instilled into her from this nobility’s life. She wasn’t the only one needing comfort and the fact he could do nothing but let his anger seethe; throwing a tantrum would only serve to make things harder on them for the sake of his own relief. Patience was the best course forward, his frustration tempered and honed towards his goal. A small sigh accepting the burden as his previously stern expression shifted into his usual friendly grin.” Sounds good to me!” A thumbs up following his excited response.

Olivia realized after hugging Charlotte, how dearly the girl needed it. She saw the tears and gently wiped them away in a sisterly fashion. ”You are welcome and can ask me anytime.” Olivia then let go as well, but remained at her side. She nodded in response to her offer. ”I feel weird having you pay for me… but it’ll do.” The guilt of the situation began to dawn on her as she took in how sweet Charlotte truly was inside. She had been dragged through the mud all her life, yet she remained kind. The fact she was here, forcing their safety onto her and the stress it likely gave her caused Liv’s stomach to churn.

Charlotte managed a faint smile, but as soon as Olivia started wiping her tears, her lip started to quiver. She realized with a sinking feeling that there wasn’t much she could do to stop the dam from breaking. The tears flowed freely down her face and an uncontrollable sob rose in her throat. Her face contorted with the strain of holding back her feelings. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she instinctively buried her face in her hands, seeking sanctuary in her own palms. “S-Sorry.” She stammered.

Sensing what was about to come from Percy’s kindness, Kazu simply closed his eyes, yet listened to pain in her cries. He wanted to let the lady keep some dignity in this very personal moment, taking into consideration how humiliating it must be for her.” Enough of that. You got nothing to be sorry about…Let out all you need.” Saying nothing more, leaving it up to Charlotte when it was enough.

Olivia’s eyes widened with Charlotte’s sudden, but likely needed, outburst. She was shocked, unable to move; then quickly jumped into action. She grabbed a bunch of tissues and then removed Charlotte’s hand gently and began dabbing at her face and eyes, much like a mother would to a baby so she didn’t hurt her.

”Don’t ever apologize for showing your emotions. We’re here for you. You need to let it out.” Olivia pulled her into a hug so that Charlotte’s chin would be resting on her shoulder. ”Let it out. If not, you may drown in your own sorrow.”

Charlotte was taken aback by the genuine kindness in the girl's actions, causing her to pause and lift her gaze. As the girl delicately wiped away tears, a flicker of surprise melted into a subtle smile on Charlotte's face. She then commented with a voice still laden with emotion, “Goodness. You’re a sweetheart, aren’t you?” At that moment, she realized that her initial impression of the girl had been completely off.
However, as Charlotte's mind wandered, her smile gradually faded.

After a hard swallow, she averted her gaze downward. “Um… There is s-something I must share…” Charlotte pressed her hands into her thighs.

“... Violet Damien is alive.”

Kazu kept quietly eating the cookies while Olivia comforted Charlotte (she was typically better at this kind of thing) as his mind drifted back to Calbert. Or to be precise, the count’s face moments before he was preparing to shoot him, the metal cold against the flesh. Cold, yet a small bit of warmth from prior uses still remained. The man’s face a somewhat blurry cacophony of-

Hearing mention of the name pulled Kazu from his memory diving as while the name Violet (doubtful to be any of the barmaids back at home) was unfamiliar, Damien clearly stuck out catching his intrigue. ” Sorry for the interruption, but who’s this Violet?” Asked after swallowing his latest mouthful, his free hand wiping crumbs from face and fingers.

"Calbert's daughter..." Her eyes fell on Olivia, "The one Percy said that Calbert thinks she's killed."

[princess]

The Stranger & The Murderer

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In the depths of the moonlit night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, their presence concealed in mystery. Soft, careful footsteps echoed through the cold stone corridors of the dungeon, their destination clear. As they approached, the flickering torchlight revealed the outline of a guard stationed nearby, alert and watchful.

Without uttering a word, the figure extended a delicate and feminine hand, holding a small, heavy sack. The guard's eyes widened with recognition, a glint of anticipation shining within them. It was not the first time this clandestine exchange had taken place. The sack exchanged hands, and the guard's palm revealed the glistening of coins.

Their unspoken agreement complete, the guard silently motioned for the cloaked figure to follow, leading them further into the depths of the dungeon. Their journey led them to a dimly lit cell, where a man with haunted eyes and weary demeanor awaited his fate.

The man's appearance was marked by disheveled dark hair, matted with grime, and a scruffy graying beard that failed to hide the lines of guilt etched on his face. His clothes, once fine and dignified, now hung in tatters, a reflection of his fallen status. There was a certain darkness in his gaze, a chilling reminder of the crimes that stained his hands.

As the cloaked figure approached the iron bars with purpose, their eyes locked onto the man, searching for signs of desperation. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.

"Your crimes are damning," the soft voice of a woman, a gentle yet commanding whisper. "You face a sentence that awaits no reprieve." Her words hung in the air, the weight of the impending doom palpable.

But then, with a silver tongue that dripped with promises, she continued, "Yet, I hold the key to a different path, a chance at freedom. A purpose that can grant you a new life, away from this cell and the shadows that consume you."

Curiosity flickered in the man's eyes, mingling with apprehension and a flicker of hope. He dared to listen, to consider the enigmatic offer presented before him.

"I can offer you a chance beyond these walls," she pressed on, her voice caressing his ears like a siren's call. "A life where you'll escape the terrible fate the crown has promised you. All I ask in return is your loyalty and unwavering dedication to the cause that I represent."

The man's breath caught in his throat, torn between the desperation for freedom and the fear of what this offer might entail. Yet, under the spell of the cloaked figure's persuasive words, his resolve wavered. He saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to reclaim his life.

Finally, with a voice heavy with decision, he whispered, "I will follow you, trust in your words. Lead me towards the freedom you promise, and I shall be your willing instrument."

A faint smile played upon the cloaked figure's lips, a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue. The pact had been sealed, the path of uncertainty beckoning them both.

Together, they stepped out of the shadows, leaving behind the prison cell, shrouded in mystery. Their destinies intertwined, yet the true nature of their alliance remained concealed, awaiting revelation in the depths of time.

[Alivefalling]

Marek

Time: Late Night
Location: Unknown

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Marek sat there before a round table with three others. The room itself exuded an air of elegance and opulence, with its high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings and ornate frescoes depicting scenes of grandeur. The walls were embellished with elaborate golden trimmings, and large oil paintings of famous landscapes and portraits hung in gilded frames.
The round table, crafted from the finest blackwood, stood as the centerpiece of the room. Its surface was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the light from the crystal chandelier above them and showcasing the exquisite craftsmanship. Each luxurious chair surrounding the table was upholstered with fine red silk, their curved backs and plush cushions providing utmost comfort and sophistication.

As Marek looked around the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power and privilege. The combination of the radiant chandelier, lavish furnishings, and overall grandeur created an ambiance befitting of the most prestigious of gatherings. It was clear that no expense had been spared in creating this space, and it served as a testament to the refined taste and discerning eye of its owner.

Marek himself emanated a sense of power as he sat there, dressed in a sleek black suit that perfectly complemented the surroundings of the room. His deep red tie, also mirroring the rich hues of the space, added the finishing touch to his outfit. With a confident demeanor, he drew in a gentle breath, savoring the aromatic swirls of smoke from his freshly lit cigar.

Marek’s piercing gaze sweeping across their faces. The air was thick with tension, and without exchanging any pleasantries, Marek cut straight to the chase, his voice rough and laden with frustration. “How is business going?”

“Good. We’ve profited well today.”
William, a towering figure, stepped forward confidently to address Marek's query. He was a young man with a rather pretty face that juxtaposed his personality.
Marek crossed his arms and wore a pensive expression. He knew there was more. "Tell me the details. What happened today?" he inquired, his tone demanding a thorough account.
Ivan, known for his meticulous nature, took a step forward. "We received a substantial shipment of goods from our overseas partners," He began, "It arrived precisely as scheduled, without any hiccups. Our contacts at the port ensured a smooth operation. The crates were swiftly loaded onto our trucks, and we transported them to our warehouse."
Marek listened intently, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the information. He was well aware of the risks involved in transporting such valuable cargo.
"Any complications during transportation?" he questioned,
"Was there any… interference?”
“None whatsoever. We have enough of our people stationed along the route to keep watch and we remained discreet.”
"Excellent," Marek acknowledged. "Now…What did our informants say?”
“There are some progressive issues this morning over the party.” William told him, “ Darryn was tortured and may have slipped information. It would be best we get rid of him as he was tiring of his use anyway. His mind had been slipping as of late…The Queen is most interested in speaking with you as she seems to know of your involvement…Seems her son Prince Wulfric has spent some time throughout the day trying to find information about us. He visited the Merchant’s guild to no avail… Anastasia and Callum, however, kept their mouths shut seemingly. We have another enemy in the midst.”

Marek had soundlessly stared at him, and William knew to continue. “What we gathered from the archery event is that Count Calbert Damien seems to have another offspring in town that we did not yet know about. His name is Cassius. …Seems to be rather untame. Nothing too unusual occurred at the archery event. There was a pancake event at the park. The girl was still attempting her research, but was warned. Lorenzo caused a stir at this event that you may recall… Another notable event leading up to noon includes the execution of Cameron Nesworth. Lady Mina of the Varian Kingdom fainted in reaction to his execution. Cameron displayed his magic use in his death. At noon, Calbert had a meeting with a young man. It did not go well. A girl, the one who Violet’s death got pinned on, saved him. They then took refuge in the Vikena estate.”
“What else.” Marek asked as the man paused, giving no indication that he planned to comment yet.
“Violet Damien was attacked by people that aren’t affiliated with us. Her newfound brother Cassius saved her. She was brought home.” He then met Marek’s eyes. “I believe you may be visited by at least two people I have mentioned so far tonight. One being the princess… The other I am certain you can guess.”
“Turn the princess away. Tell her to return again another time as I have a planned visit already. I can indeed guess my other visitor… Let him in once he arrives.”
There was an interruption as the doors suddenly swung open and a half-conscious woman was dragged in by her arms, her legs sliding on the floor as she was brought forth. Sobs escaped her now and then.
Marek's lips curved into a half-smile, his eyes gleaming with menacing satisfaction. “What’s this?”
“A woman who tried to get into our cargo. She had a friend inside who she wanted freed. ”

Marek moved forward and knelt in front of her, watching her body shake with sobs. After a moment, he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling her view into his dead stare. “Why do you go into places that are not yours? You know trespassing is illegal.” He took another puff of his cigar, flicking the ash on to her lap. “I want you to do something for me, then I promise the life of freedom you sought amongst my cargo.” Marek gave a promising smile before he reached into his pocket for a small box. Filled with an assortment of fine jet black sand, shells, and a small dark blue candle carved with runes around the wax. “Take this and light the candle.” Marek told her as he handed a lighter and the box to the girl.

The girl grabbed the box and scrambled on the ground to set up the candle in its holder and lighting it shortly after. “Now what?”The woman looked up wide-eyed and terrified of the situation she found herself in. Marek pointed at the inscripture on the box.

She paused then squinted as she began to read off the box in her hand, “...
Mitto me.. ad mortis.. ima...” With that, she began to suddenly start to choke. Fluid filled her lungs. She grasped at her throat as she began gargling water. The room watched as the girl fell to her knees, her suffering loud and clear for all to hear. It was then the water began pouring from her mouth like a weak fountain. The woman fell to the ground blue in the face, her lifeless body frozen in a state of shock and utter terror.

“...That was a little dramatic, don’t you think?” asked Ivan.

William shook his head, a smirk playing upon his lips as he commented as well, “Now, now Ivan. The show’s always the best part.”

“Have someone clean the trash off the floor.” Marek stood up and took a seat as his chair. “I will sort everything out with the outstanding issues after this meeting. Is that all we had to discuss this evening?”His eyes scanned the room at those around him. They all nodded. But it was then there was a knock on the door.

[Lava Alckon]

Drake, Ariella & The Edwards

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As the two entered the carriage, Drake would knock twice on the wall behind him, signaling the driver to go. He let loose a quiet sigh and placed a hand on Ariella’s knee. ”I am sorry, Ari. The two of them quite literally ordered me to come find you. Before we make it back to the house, what have you done that may have gotten them riled up like this? Perhaps there is a way to circumvent the lecture this time.”

Ariella leaned against the back of the carriage, She held her hands together in her lap as she shrugged, “Who knows...maybe I got mud on the carpet again.” She let out a long sigh as her head tilted back against the carriage, “ How embarrassing... Do you know that he may be the future sultan, and now he’ll remember me as the girl whose brother took her home to get yelled at.”She groaned and buried her face in her hands.

Drake felt a tinge of regret in the back of his mind. Perhaps he had been too rash. In his momentary lapse of judgment, he embarrassed his beloved sister. But the man’s reaction was not one of discomfort, rather it was one of either resolve or determination. As if he was trying to read Drake’s intent and character from a brief glance. He was certainly an interesting individual.

” Future Sultan you say? Well, I’m sure a man carrying such a title would have the patience and understanding that a world leader has. He definitely seemed more concerned with your safety than the fact that you were being rushed home.” Drake silently applauded his sister’s taste in men, at least that one. ” Aside from simply slinging mud, did you do anything in those woods? They say you were with a man. Was this the future sultan you were with or someone else?”

Ariella's eyes widened, “ A man!?” she asked “ In the woods? “ she shook her head with an exaggerated movement. “ No I was down at the Tavern with Farim and Princess Anastasia”

Drake could only raise an eyebrow. ”But you said earlier you tracked mud onto the carpet…Would that have been from the tavern?” His arms crossed as he let out a slight sigh.

Ariella took a deep breath ” Because…I fell in the mud, getting in the carriage.” She looked at Drake, clearly a terrible liar.

Drake leaned in and couldn’t help but smirk a little at his sister’s adorable attempt at subterfuge. ”Ari. I know when you are fibbing. We don’t have much time and if we are to try and curb our parents' wrath I think it best if we do it together and get some form of story together. I really am trying to help you, sister.”

Ari sighed heavily, “ I was with Prince Callum. I had gone for some drinks and ran into him there and I had invited him to come see the little place in the woods and that was it. I came home an hour before Dinner and got changed for supper.” She looked at her brother, “ Nothing happened if that is what they were worried about, I was just showing him the woods.” She said her face show just how nervous she was.

If his face would show anything, it would be utter shock at first. ”Prince…Callum? Like Danrose Callum? One of the three royal princes of our kingdom? First a future sultan then a potential king. Your tastes are certainly bold sister…” He realized he’d have his work cut out for him if he was going to watch over her in the way that he had done since she had come of age. ”We will address that later. For now, is there anything in those woods that would be cause for alarm? Maybe some weird art you drew or perhaps a diary of some sort that Mother would be livid to see?” Drake rattled off ideas, looking nervously out the window as their destination was not too far off.

Ari smiled awkwardly. “ You make it sound like something scandalous that a prince would be interested in spending time with me.” she said crossing her arms, “Plus it's not like that, he was interested in seeing the woods I told him about at the prince's court. But no, I do not think that there was anything about here. Maybe a bunch of novels, various mythology books..romance novels.. different flowers, and Twiggs that I found around. “ Except that was where she kept her book… “ Why are they spying on me anyways, I’ve never done anything remotely wrong but enjoy nature and the woods. I could be going to strange parties and getting high off various plants but no... I'm just enjoying the outdoors... Why am I being questioned over it.” Her tone grew more annoyed.

All he could offer at the moment was a shrug and a confused glance. ”You know Mother. When she fixates, she truly does not let it go. Perhaps it was a string of occurrences that made her jump to conclusions. But whatever it is they found you must deny it. I think trying to say you were ‘just enjoying the outdoors’ would only spur them on further. But I like the approach of you simply showing Prince Danrose around the estate. Perhaps as part of the ‘tour’ he asked to see the more overgrown areas of our property. That might work….” The carriage turned a particular corner and Drake took another look out, as time seemed to be rapidly waning. A slight click of his tongue signaled his frustration that they couldn’t discuss this further. ”I know you are terrible at lying, but just convince yourself that you do not know what any twigs or flowers or roots or books or art or whatever it is they found. I will think of something…”

He opened the carriage door and stepped down, offering her his hand to help her out. He walked side by side with her to the doorway and opened it for her, quickly yet softly closing the door behind them. The foyer they entered was rather well lit for this time of night, and the sight of a very angry-looking Victoria and bewildered Gideon Edwards would only further exemplify just how serious these two were about this ‘meeting’.

Ariella accepted his hand and moved out of the carriage, she stepped out onto the gravel as she felt a bit of nerves building up. She clearly was about to enter into a potential warzone, and something told her she wasn’t going to leave unscathed.

She walked into the lobby, gripping her brother's arm for dear life before letting go. “ Father… Mother Has someone died? They must have in order to embarrass me like that in front of an Alidasht royal,” she said in a snappy tone.

"About time you returned.” The duchess was seated in the foyer, a servant girl standing at her side wielding a giant lace fan. She waved the girl off as she rose up from her seat, her gold gown shimmering under the chandelier light with each movement. “We’ll all go to the drawing room.” Victoria said simply and coldly, dismissive of her daughter’s complaint.

As their mother made her way into the next room, Duke Gideon pushed off the wall and approached Ariella. He lightly touched her shoulder with a warm smile. “I am glad you’re alright dear… We have no intention of embarrassing you. I apologize sincerely.” His gaze slid to Drake questioningly, “...I hope you did not make a scene, son.”

Ariella’s face softened with her father's touch. She wished so badly it was just them. Life would be much simpler. Let out a defeated sigh “ No, Drake was … Drake. It's just hard when you’re being summoned by your parents in a very stern tone while you're on a stroll with a potential suitor...Now the possible future sultan will just think of me as some puppy with her tail between her legs.” She groaned as she started to head towards the drawing room. Walking inside she took a seat across from her mother who still held a burning look at Ariella.

Drake sighed as he looked his father in the eyes. ”It was a matter of importance, so I treated it thusly. The man seemed rather respectable of the notion and I did my best to make the notion as vague as possible. I simply said there was a family emergency and left it at.” He began to walk towards the drawing room, stepping beside his father and ushering a whisper. ”Please tell me everything's okay. What in gods name did you all find that made you feel the need to meet this late?”

“ We found various items in the woods where Ariella snuck off to that could imply that she has intentions of affiliating with the occult.” Duke Gideon got straight to the point, and addressed both of them instead of just Drake. “Considering it was an outsider who saw Ariella go into the woods with that man, we are concerned about anything getting out or twisted as we know-” Gideon began, intending to express his unwavering belief in Ariella's innocence, but his wife interrupted, unable to contain herself.

"Oh please we don’t know anything.” Victoria retorted dismissively. She had been sitting down at the table when the two had walked in. She turned her body to point a finger at Ariella,hazel eyes filled with fury, "Listen here, Ariella. You are lucky to be a part of this family. If you're going to be an Edwards, then you need to start acting like it. You are the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Soralia. We are directly under the King and Queen. Do you know... Do you know how important we are? How important I am? You're an Edwards and you're going to start acting like one."

She rose up to her feet. “That means no running in the woods with men and collecting chunks of hair or keeping insane diaries about plants. Oh. And.. It means wearing shoes. “

Duke Gideon sighed patiently, “Let me handle this, dear. Please, feel free to retire for the rest of the night and relax.” Victoria simply glared and folded her arms.

He turned his attention to his daughter and gently greeted her, “Sweetheart. “ Gideon gave her a moment to think before adding, “We found your journals and trinkets in the woods. We also know you snuck off to the woods with someone today. We are concerned and would like you to tell us what these items are and who you snuck off with.”

Ariella stared in disbelief at her parents. Her mother's reaction was to be expected, however, it was still just as frustrating. Her father stepped in a little too late, Ariella's blood was already starting to boil. She took a long inhale of air as she let it out slowly trying to calm herself.

“There is nothing to be concerned about, I promise.” she said, “I keep a small library there, I like to read. A person I briefly met at the tavern overheard me discussing some of my favorite authors and was interested in exchanging some books. I offered a tour around the building and showed him where my books were. The little items you found were just rocks and foliage I thought were pretty. I like drawing.” she shrugged “ I don't understand why you are both freaking out. Yes, I was barefoot, the rocks are slippery and my heel would break. I didn’t want to break the beautiful shoes you bought me, Mother.”

Ariella lied through her teeth, mainly to protect Callum. Although his name would likely make her mother shut up, she didn’t want his name associated with her space. She needed to keep him as far away as she could from them even suspecting a thing.

“Going off alone in the woods where no one can find you is dangerous, Ariella... I am uncomfortable with it. The Damien Estate was just attacked today and there are criminals in the city. “

Drake looked on as the three of them began to argue. He knew this was coming, but still felt a slight migraine creeping on the edge of his psyche. For now, his expression remained calm and calculating. He thought of ways to provide any leeway and leverage for his sister, but found very little. He was at least happy she was giving them the story that they talked about on the way in. But that’s when an idea came into his mind. ”So the books and art pieces are a simple collection. Do we even know these items are occult related? What exactly was concerning the things you both found?” He wasn’t sure what exactly they found, nor the nature of their concern, so perhaps prodding the situations carefully would give him an edge to help his sister.

“ We don’t know that, but some of them were strange. A book of plants, twigs with flower wrapped around it, human hair… It could look strange to some.” Gideon explained to Drake. “Even if it was innocent…” He leaned in to whisper, “The kingdom guards are paranoid about magic use... We have to be careful.”

“A library in the woods when there’s a library in the city? Ridiculous.” Victoria scoffed, “Plus, what would a noble lady be doing in a library or with a book in the first place? There’s a reason those stuffy Damien girls and deranged Vikena girl all do not have any suitors. Girls who spend their time on looks instead of their nose stuck in a book are going to be the ones who win the game.”

Ariella rolled her eyes, “ Wow a woman who enjoys educating her mind. Fancy that. “ She scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest as she sat back in the chair, “ Perhaps their more educated minds are simply settling for the first man that offers her attention.” she sighed heavily, “ I understand it looks strange without any context behind the matter, but I just told you. I enjoy drawing, I was documenting the different types of plants I found around. Have you never seen a herbology book? It's used for medicine and cooking, teas… And again the twigs were just pretty things I found to decorate my little place. The human hair you say is just my own, it got stuck in some branches when I was looking at some plants. So I cut it off, just wasn’t sure what to do with it. “ She let out an exaggerated sigh “ The two of you certainly could create the most interesting tales the way your minds wander.”

Ariella started to realize just how serious this situation was. With Callum having been at her place, and all the magic-infused items not to mention the book that she had left there. She was going to need to find a way to fix this, she wasn’t going to let this kingdom's largest mouthpiece run around claiming all these tales. Perhaps a spell she could use. She would need to go there at night. She also would need to be more careful.

“Father,” she said turning her attention to him, her large eyes looking at him with sadness “ I swear there was nothing going on, You cannot allow me to not enjoy what I enjoy, it will be torture.” she leaned forward. “ Have I ever done anything to cause worry? I went to all my studies, I learned about all the latest fashions, I come home on time and put in the effort that mother insists. I just had dinner with the sultan and his family for crying out loud. My best friend is the daughter of the king and I have been nothing but good. Sometimes I like to just relax with my shoes off in the woods. Don’t you do something you enjoy? Smoking cigars in your office…enjoying a strong drink after a long day… this is just mine, Father.” she looked at him with a pleading expression “ Please believe me, I would never do anything to insult you or your name. “ she shot a dirty look at her mother “ Even though I am constantly being reminded how much of a failure of a daughter I am to you “ she turned her attention back to her father “ I really am trying my best. I know I don't have any potential suitors yet, but the courting season has only just started. “ xher face turned into a sad expression of defeat as she tried to lay on the innocent daughter act.

Drake did his best to hide the disapproval in his body language and soon his tone. This all seemed rather far fetched in his mind. Another excuse for his parents to be worried or frustrated with her. ”Well I for one enjoy a learned woman myself. Makes for far more involved conversation. And to further attest for her she really was in the process of establishing relations with a rather personable man.” Drake chose to ignore the comments of the other women. His opinion of them was on the positive side, but that was because he didn’t buy into any of the tabloids and gossip like his mother.

”Also I can’t remember the last time I used the public library. I prefer a private study as well. I believe I remember lending a botanist journal to Ariella the other day. So far I think this all might be one giant misconception, but feel free to digress.” His manner was calm, and the little white lie he sprinkled in there was hopefully one that his parents wouldn’t catch on. His tone carried no hint of nervousness or worry, but he still took great care in observing their reactions as he and Ari wove their little tale together.

“Ariella stop the melodramatics.” The Duchess finally declared with a sassy eyeroll. She was secretly interested in hearing more about the dinner with the sultan, but she wouldn’t give Ariella that satisfaction. She’d wait on that. “...You’ll be just fine if you stop obsessing over writing about leaves in a book and sitting around in the woods while bugs crawl on your skirt.” Her gaze intensified. “You need to let go of this sick hobby before you tarnish my reputation…”

Angrily, she moved to the doorway, but couldn’t resist turning around for one final remark, “Drake, Ariella, from this moment forward, we’re doing things the way I want them. No. more. woods.“ With that, she left Gideon to deal with the two pests.

Gideon sighed. He moved to hug Ariella, rubbing her back comfortingly. “My dear Ariella.” He began with a tone etched with warmth and reassurance. “I’m proud of you. Your intelligence and your passion makes me so proud. I understand you enjoy this pastime and your love for nature. I, too, find fascination in the like… I believe you and I believe you come forward every day with nothing with good intentions.” He let go and brushed hair from her eyes with a steady hand. “Your mother and I may have different opinions on how you should act and how you should behave, but I want you to know I trust your judgment. That is not why I asked you here. You’re an adult capable of discerning right from wrong. I am here only with love.” He gave her a warm smile that gradually faded into a more serious expression.

“But… I need you to remember that not everyone is as kind as you are, my little flower. You have to be careful with how they perceive you. I won’t ask you to abandon your passions, but I need you to exercise more caution and discretion, for the sake of our family and for the sake of your safety… Can you promise me that?”

Ariella's eyes narrowed in a serious expression. She looked at her father, discretion … she was being cautious even now. However, her sanctuary was no longer a safe place and she would find a way to make it safe once again. It would be a shame if her mother and father simply forgot this conversation even happened. Her brother wouldn’t dare say or do anything to put Ariella in a position but perhaps she also needed to be cautious there. Drake had his own agenda and was too much like their father.

“ I promise,” she said plainly. She would put on an act, wear fancy outfits, and attend parties… but in her own time, she would start to learn, and learn more magic so no one could cage her again. She knew the perfect person to reach out too.

Drake’s cold demeanor only seemed to be exasperated by his mother. He turned towards where she had left and began to start a retort, but ultimately found it fruitless. ”Blanket statements and commands are unbecoming of you dear mother.” He spoke under his breath and sighed before turning to the other two.

There was something about the way Ariella spoke and acted towards their father that seemed off. He could tell she had something going in behind those innocent eyes. This truly felt like a game of subterfuge and deceit, as was the case with all noble families nowadays. He nudged back any suspicions he had for now and finally directly spoke to them both.

”With all due respect. She is not 12, and neither are we. Weak rumors and whispers in the dark so not dismantle a family nor its titles. You and I both see to that daily.” He paused before lowering his voice and stepping beside him, merely a whisper coming from his lips. ”The more you alienate her, the sooner she will stop being your daughter and will simply be Ariella.” Stepping back, his body turned to look at his sister.

”Well my lovely evening has become a bit of a wash. I’m sorry dear sister for all the trouble. If it means anything I doubt you were up to anything nefarious. For now I think I will retire to my study. The door is open if either of you wish to have further word.” With that he took long and slow strides across the tiled floor and the echoing clacks of his shoes grew fainter as he journeyed down the hall.

“ Thank you, Drake… Your wisdom is beyond your years. However, when it comes to rumors of any occult or witchcraft, the King will not take them lightly. You must take this seriously, Drake. ” Gideon said to his son before he left and then glanced back at his daughter, “ Ariella… Will you be alright? I have some work I must attend to.”

Ariellas ears perked up as she looked over at her father “ Oh yes, of course. I will likely retire to my room for the night. You mentioned the king … does know any of this, was he the one that reported it?” she asked curiously “ I just would hate if that were the case, to have such a silly misunderstanding affect the family like that” Truthfully she just wanted to know if she needed to give Callum a heads up.

“...It was not the King but one of his guards, the Edin’s Enforcers, did take notice.”

“Well, it won't be a problem again.” she said with a smile “ Goodnight Father. “ Ariella left the drawing room, she had a few letters to write and it seemed.

[Rodiak]

Zarai Lesdeman
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“Is he gone?”

“He is now,” Zarai looked at Lukas and his father running around the pillow castle a few times before they stopped to talk with Princess Sadie. The Knight Commander looked ridiculous, such a tall man chasing such a small boy that it was almost comical.

“Please tell me the reason why you’re looking so bummed out is because all the royal children want to marry you, and you can’t decide which ones you’ll have to turn down?”

Zarai snorted; couldn’t that be further than the truth?

“Of course,” She was quick to crack a grin, “Who could ever resist this face?” She wiggled her brows and waved a hand over the mosaic of blues and purples. “They were practically throwing themselves at my feet!” She did a small and brief shimmy of her shoulders. “Do not be surprised if you hear of a duel here and there for my hand in marriage.”

Sir Barrios shifted in his spot and Zarai did not have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes at her words.

“I’m not. In fact,” △△△ pressed her hand against his lips, “I’m one of the contestants.” The grin on his face told Luz that he was quite aware of Sir Barrios’s presence and was deliberately feeding him something to bring to her mother. “The odds of me winning may be slim, but perhaps it’ll give me the chance to court others who also don’t make the cut. The royal children are all so stunning, it is a sin not to try.”

Zarai smirked at him, seeing the ploy. “Do not fret, Count Fritz; I can pull some strings and arrange your victory.” She tilted her head, free hand brought up, and tapped her chin with her index finger. “Unless you really do wish to court one of the princes. However, I do not know of their preferred inclinations. Shall I ask them for you once the duels are over? Oh, and I do say princes, as for Princess Anastasia is my chosen one.”

△△△’s hand clenched his invisible pearls as he gasped, “Lady Lesdeman!” A dramatic pause. “How naughty…” He said with his best sultry voice. “I may indeed take you up on those offers.” He sat up so that he could lean in suggestively closer to Luz. “Or perhaps… you can take everyone’s hand in marriage? Having multiple wives and husbands doesn’t sound like a bad deal. Don’t you agree, Sir Barrios?” He suddenly turned to her knight.

Zarai giggled like a schoolgirl, covering her mouth with her hand to sell the look for Sir Barrios. “Wouldn’t that just be a peach?” She grinned at the knight, holding back the barking laugh when she saw his bewildered expression. “Sir Barrios, do not tell me– are… are you jealous?” She gasped, clutching at her pearls like Fritz had.

“You would not mind if we invited the good knight into our growing union?” Zarai smiled so sweetly at Fritz and then at Sir Barrios that the knight had to look away to compose himself. “Aw, Your Excellency, would you look at that? Our knight is blushing!”

“Absolutely not.” Sir Barrios coughed into the back of his hand and looked away. Dignified.

“Isn’t he precious?” He whispered in a way that was nothing close to a whisper. “Well, you’re always welcome to join us, Sir Barrios. The more the merrier, I say.” △△△’s hand circled the space between him and Luz as an invitation, but when the knight turned a few shades darker, he chuckled and turned his attention to his friend. “Perhaps we should stop teasing him lest he makes us sleep on the sofa tonight.”

He studied her closely, his voice softening. “So, is my might-be-future bride going to tell me why she looks so down? … Does your injuries still hurt?”

“A bit,” Zarai answered, her smile wavering briefly and gaze shifting towards the illuminated sky above them. “A lot, actually. Now that the grass has left my body, I can actually feel things now.” After the prince’s court, she thought it would help her get through the rest of the day pain and worry-free. And for the most part, it had worked.

“I really want to go to bed– but I also don’t want to miss the fireworks.”

△△△ hummed his understanding. “Thank goodness Princess Sadie decided to bring so many pillows.” If he was ever going to breach the subject about the afterparty it was now. “Has your memory about the party returned? Do you remember who did this to you?”

Zarai shook her head, “Nothing much… I think we were drugged.” Her fingers twirled and twisted the ends of the pillow she was holding. She didn’t know why coming to the realization they had been drugged did not stir a bigger response. “I’d remember other wise remember by now.” She shrugged, looking over to him. “Cheers, I remember hearing cheers. Something sweet, as well– like cake.”

“That must’ve been an incredibly potent drug if that’s all you can recall.” But not perfect. Luz’s nonchalance about being drugged did not escape his notice. Then again, he had witnessed her blackout from bar fights and excessive drinking before. While △△△ was unaware of Luz’s involvement with hard drugs, he was familiar with her indulgence in milder substances. Therefore, the situation might not have come as a total surprise to her—or perhaps she was too stunned to fully comprehend it. “But if it is drugs, it’s possible the effects vary from person to person. I wonder if some might remember more about what happened during the party.”

△△△ scanned the park then noticed Lord Ravenwood and Dr. Williamson conversing in the distance. He smirked at Luz. “Do you want to find out?”

As much as she wanted to go, Zarai smiled and shook her head. “Apologies, Your Excellency, but I can hear my bed’s call from here.” She wanted nothing more but to hear all of the scalding hot gossips Dr. Williamson and Roman had, but her body finally had enough of her. “You can tell me all about it later, yes? I’ll be expecting the juicy details from you.”

The smirk immediately turned into an expression of concern. “It’s that bad?” After rummaging through his pockets, he retrieved what he was searching for. He unwrapped the candy and brought it to Luz’s lips, “Try this.” The Nexeian confection, crafted from a blend of various herbs, had long been administered to individuals suffering from an injury or illness to alleviate pain, nausea, and fever until they received proper medical care. Although it was not as strong as typical pain relievers, it also lacked the addictive qualities often associated with them.

Zarai sniffed the candy first. Her nose wrinkled at the unfamiliar smell but she parted her lips and accepted the candy without protest. After swirling it around her mouth for a few seconds she nodded to him, humming in content. “It tastes like chamomile with tamarind and honey.” And a few more herbs she couldn’t really name, but the taste wasn’t as bad as the smell. “Thank you, Fritz.”

△△△’s hands glided over her legs, applying gentle pressure, and softly chanted, “Sana, sana colita de rana.” His hand moved from her legs to her bruised face, his touch light and caring, as he caressed the tender skin. “Sino sana hoy, sanará mañana.” He whispered, promising Luz that her pain would eventually fade away.

Zarai tried and failed to suppress the toothy grin and laugh as soon as Fritz began to sing her the magical incantation all of Puerto Vira knew to cure all ailments and injuries– no matter how small or big. She couldn’t help but to lean into his touch, enjoying the coolness of his palm against the warmth of her cheek.

“May I escort you to your two-wheeled carriage, My Lady?”

“You may,” Zarai answered with a small nod.

Kneeling down on one knee, △△△ positioned himself beside Luz. He slid one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. With a swift motion, he rose to his feet. Luz’s weight settled against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, a reminder of the trust she had in her friend.

A few steps later, Sir Barrios came rushing over to the two. △△△ reassured the knight that everything was under control, “Sir Barrios, could you help guide me to Lady Lesdeman’s wheelchair?”

Sir Barrios looked reluctant, but he nodded and bowed stiffly. “Of course, sir.” With that, he led the way down the grassy hill to where they had left the wheelchair.

Zarai relaxed in his arms and inhaled him– the smell of the shampoo he’d used and his cologne. It filled her with an unfamiliar sensation that spread over her chest, back, and stomach, but she wasn’t complaining. She settled in Fritz’s arms like she’d been there many times before and closed her eyes, listening to the steady heartbeat under her ear.

The walk down the hill was quicker than the one up, much to Zarai’s displeasure. She had gotten used to being carried around like a princess. “Here we are,” Sir Barrios said once they arrived at Zarai’s designated wheelchair. The knight walked around the wheelchair and stood behind it, waiting patiently for Fritz.

The count of Erwynn eased the heir of Puerto Vira down into her wheelchair with great care. He smoothed the folds of her dress and coaxed each rogue strand of hair into place. Stepping back a few paces, he executed a refined bow. “Thank you for spending time with me Lady Lesdeman. May your recovery be swift and free from complications.” Zarai smiled up at him and somewhat attempted to curtsy. △△△ approached Sir Barrios and brushed imperceptible specks of dirt off of the knight’s arm. “And, my dear husband, you know my room is always open to you, with or without our beloved wife.” He winked.

Sir Barrios stared at Fritz like he was considering for a split second before quickly bowing his head, ”Have a good evening, sir.”

[princess]

Time: Late night
Location: Outside of unknown location
Attire: Dress, Long, black hooded cloak
Mention: @Alivefalling Marek @Rodiak Zarai

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"Hello..."

The determined princess stood outside the door, concealed in her cloak, her pale blonde locks barely visible in the dim light. For the past fifteen minutes, she had been relentlessly pounding on the door, hoping to gain the attention of its occupant. "Marek, come on I know you're in there." She whisper-hissed through gritted teeth at the door, her voice etched with frustration. Growing restless, she stomped her feet impatiently, the sound echoing as the crickets chirped around her. Folding her arms in a final display of defiance, she fixated her gaze on the unyielding door.

"...I can't believe I am getting ignored... Not so different than my father, are you?"

At this point, the least she wanted to find out was what happened to her sweet Zarai. Though she had been in a few catfights at a bar before and she knew it wasn't her forte, she still wanted to pummel the idiot.

Just as her patience began to wane, a glimmer of hope emerged as the door creaked open slightly, revealing only a single eye peering through the narrow gap. The cloaked woman's heart skipped a beat, her anticipation rising, but her hopes were swiftly dashed as a voice, tinged with a dismissive tone, reached her ears, "...Princess. Come back another night."

"..." Anastasia's eyes narrowed as she considered this situation. "No. Let me in now. As the princess of Caesonia, I demand-" Before she could finish her firm statement, the door abruptly slammed shut, shutting her off mid-sentence.

Anastasia glared for only a moment more before she gave the door a solid kick. Breathing heavily, she took a step back, her folded arms signaling her resignation. She debated trying to break the door down but decided against it ultimately as she turned to glance at the guards behind her. They were staring soundlessly.

"What are your names again?"

"Harold."
"Ernest."

"Thanks for coming to protect me... " She began with a smile, then asked, her arms moving behind her back, "Sooo...Can I buy you boys some drinks?"

They looked at each other and then ultimately shook their heads in unison. Anastasia was disappointed, but not surprised. The guards Wulfric chose for her were always boring.

"... Bummer. Alright." She shrugged and waved them on with her, "Let's go home."