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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Charlotte, Lorenzo, Leo, Riona, Sjandehk,and Iyen

PART 1
Location: The Royal Curd

Charlotte scanned the menu, her eyes darting over the various dishes with a mixture of confusion and amusement written all over her countenance. As she looked up briefly, she noticed a familiar figure passing by. Her face brightened with recognition as he waved at her.

She smiled and waved back, beckoning him and his friend to join her at the table if they so wished.

Iyen was the one who noticed Charlotte’s wave, and responded with a smile and a wave of her own. “I think work has to wait, Sjan-dehk. Your new friend’s asking us to join her,” she said and gave Sjan-dehk a nudge with her elbow.

“You mean, you want to join her,” Sjan-dehk replied flatly. He shook his head. “I won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do, but I’m staying.”

“Come on,” Iyen pleaded, almost whining. “You know I can’t talk to them on my own! I need you there.”

Sjan-dehk fixed her with a hard look. Then, he smirked. “Sounds like a you problem, to me. And besides, I’m already in enough trouble with Lady Adiyan because of what you told her. I’m going to do the job she gave me properly.”

Iyen stuck her tongue out at him and folded her arms. “It’s no fun sitting here on our own. We’re not going to learn anything, you know that, right?”

As much as Sjan-dehk was loath to admit, Iyen did have a point. Keeping to themselves wasn’t going to do them many favours. And he supposed that the pale girl’s company – based on what little he had seen the other day – wouldn’t be the worst around. “Fine,” he grumbled. “If it’ll shut you up, but I’ll have you know that I’m doing this against my own free will and judgement.”

Iyen stood up with a giggle. “Oh, you’re adorable as always, Shanya,” she teased. “You gave up both when you agreed to take me with you.”

Sjan-dehk didn’t deign to reply. He led Iyen to the girl’s table, bowing his head in greeting as he approached. Iyen glanced at him for a moment, then followed suit. “Good morning,” he said and offered both the girl and her – he assumed – parent a smile. “Thank you for inviting me. I mean, us. This is–” he gestured to Iyen “–Rasehnyas Iyen. She is friend.”

“Hello,” Iyen chirped and waved. Without waiting for anything else, she took her seat. Sjan-dehk sighed and did the same.

“Who taught you your manners? A sardine?” He shot her a disapproving look.

Iyen responded with a cheeky grin. “I’ll not take advice on manners from a provincial,” she said and nodded to Charlotte. “You never gave me her name, by the–” She cut herself off when she noticed the flush coming over Sjan-dehk’s cheeks. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

Sjan-dehk nodded. “Didn’t think I’d need to, to be honest.”

Iyen rolled her eyes. “And you were going to lecture me on manners?” She turned her attention back to the girl with a friendly smile. Twirling a lock of her dark hair around a finger, Iyen leaned forward and said, “Sorry. My friend, the Captain, he is idiot. Your name, what is it?”

“Good morning, it’s lovely to have the two of you join us. Please feel free to have a seat. ” Charlotte politely greeted. Her gaze shifted to Iyen and she said softly, “ My name is Charlotte, however…Most call me Lottie.”

“Thank you. But we sit, already,” Iyen replied with a cheeky grin, her chin resting on the backs of her hands. “You are very…” She began, but soon trailed off. Her features squeezed together in thought, and then she turned to Sjan-dehk. “How do you say ‘pretty’ in this local language?”

Sjan-dehk shrugged. “I’m not helping you with this.”

Iyen stuck her tongue out at him again. “You’re never going to find a partner with that attitude of yours. Learn to have some fun, why don’t you?”

“Oh, are those the words of someone who’s nothing left to say?” Sjan-dehk said nonchalantly as he picked up his hat to inspect its woven bamboo strips. The glance he gave Iyen from behind it was full of impish mischief and amusement. “I’d gladly help if you were being sincere, but you’re you, and I’m me, and we both know you’re doing this for a laugh. You’re on your own.”

Iyen grumbled beneath her breath.“I guess even provincials are right sometimes,” she muttered and cleared her throat. Looking back at Charlotte, she said in a rather awkward voice, “You–You are uh…Very…” She waved her hands over her own face. “Look very good.”

Sjan-dehk’s barely repressed chuckle was easily heard. “Apologies,” he said and did his best to calm his expression. “She is still not good with your words. Very new and no practice, yes?”

Charlotte’s eyes darted between the two for a moment, before she covered her mouth to emit a brief giggle. “Oh she is sweet…” She clasped her hands together and smiled at the girl, “Thank you! …You look wonderful, Iyen.”

Iyen returned the smile. “Thank you. That is–” That was as far as she got before two newcomers interrupted her.

Leo glanced between two tables; one held almost exclusively royals while a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces sat at the other. Easy choice there, he did not want to spend brunch explaining to royalty why, when even he didn’t know, he was entirely pink. Charlotte, Lorenzo, and some unfamiliar faces were the better option. He should figure out if those he didn’t recognize were worth knowing, and Leo subtly gestured at the table so that Riona could attend to his chair. “Good afternoon,” He bowed respectfully before approaching the chair.

Riona inclined her head to the group already at the table before pulling out a chair for His Lordliness. Once he was settled, she backed off a few paces and stood still as a statue. Nothing to do now but wait.

… And stare at the aggressively yellow decor of The Royal Curd. Gods above, it was an assault on the eyes. The gold just made the yellow yellower, casting the white surfaces in a sallow light. Made the guests look like they had jaundice too.

“Lord Leo Smithwood, heir of Stravy, pleasure to meet you.” He added, introducing himself. This time when his chair was pulled out he did not allow Riona any chance to attempt to pull the chair away from him. Instead, Leo hooked his foot around one of the legs and pulled it forward as he sat in a smooth motion. “And Duke Vikena, exceptionally dressed, as expected.” He added, smiling at both Lorenzo and Charlotte.

The former briefly removed his gaze from the menu to awkwardly blink at Leo’s absurd pigmentation. Sunburn? But the hair too? I... The young man has always worn a strong face. To do so now while enduring such… This is simply strange.

“You as well, young lord. You never fail to honor your father’s name with your… er… representation at these fine events. He’d be proud.” Lorenzo just wanted to pretend Leo did not appear as he did. Quickly returning his attention to the menu helped. A wide and sincere grin overtook Leo’s face at the Duke’s complement.

Charlotte glanced toward Leo and Riona as they joined the group, her skin paling slightly at the sight of her pink friend. She managed to control her reaction, though her eyes widened momentarily as she greeted him with a wave. Setting her sights on Riona, her mind drifted to their brief exchange at the dinner. A smile formed on her lips and she gestured for her to sit if she so pleased.

Riona acknowledged the invitation with a dip of her chin, but made no move to sit. Couldn’t, not without permission from her charge or someone of higher standing than him.

So she just studied the future duchess, trying to puzzle out how a seemingly decent sort like her could stand being friends with an arrogant, juvenile prick like Sh*tlord. It boggled the mind.

But then, Lady Charlotte seemed all too willing to overlook Lordling Smithwood’s many shortcomings. Could she really be clueless about the way he looked down his nose at the “unwashed masses,” especially those in service? He didn’t exactly hide his contempt, but maybe he reined it in while Lady Charlotte was within earshot.

Or… could it be that she simply chose not to see his uglier side? Too afraid of jeopardizing their friendship to ever call him out on his behavior or beliefs? They went way back after all, and with the ostracization the Vikenas experienced, she probably couldn’t stomach the thought of losing her childhood friend, even if he was a jerk.

The sight of a man who was completely pink – and not in the sunburnt way that Sjan-dehk could at least understand – was surprising, to say the least. Just as surprising was the apparent lack of reaction from those at the table. Was this perhaps an example of Caesonian high fashion? He didn’t discount that possibility; even within the Commonwealth, certain peoples had tastes that were odd, to say the least.

He cleared his throat and nodded to the pink man. “Good morning.”

“Ah, yes. Good morning, also,” Iyen quickly added shortly after him. Her eyes wandered over to the woman standing behind the pink man, lingering on her for a moment before shifting to look at Sjan-dehk. “Why’s she just standing there?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“No idea,” Sjan-dehk replied, genuinely clueless. Maybe she was a servant? It seemed that way, by how she and the pink man – Leo was his name, if he heard correctly – interacted. But surely that didn’t mean she couldn’t sit. And so, using his foot, he roughly pulled out the chair directly beside him. “You, uh…Standing one,” he called to her. “Want to sit?”

At first, Riona didn’t realize that the man’s words had been meant for her. When she finally did, a gentle smile spread across her face and she bowed, deeper this time. “You are most kind, sir,” she said. “However, by Lord Smithwood’s measure, I am unfit to share a table with such fine company, much less break bread.” Riona straightened, her hands clasped before her, the picture of a perfect servant. “Thus, I must keep to my feet, as a reminder of my place.” She pointedly ignored Sh*tlord, keeping her warm gaze fixed on the other man. “Nevertheless, I am touched that you thought to offer a place at your table—and moreover for giving it voice… Thank you.”

Charlotte’s confusion was evident as she looked between Leo and Riona. She was almost certain Leo wouldn’t insist on the poor girl standing. She bit her lip, her brows furrowing slightly, but before she could say anything, Lorenzo stepped in. Leo glanced at Charlotte, still grinning from Lorenzo’s words, and merely rolled his eyes at Riona’s antics.

“Sit! The Vikenas do not like others standing around us while we sit. Especially servants, if we can help it.” This was mostly true and something Lorenzo was unable to help during the dinner with the Alidasht royal family due to him only being the guest of honor among other things that kept him far too distracted to mention his usual desires. “I would never want to give any impression of a servant standing over the one and only Duke of Vermillion like this. At the grand opening of Our Majesty’s Royal Curd, no less.” Lorenzo gave his best Duchess Victoria Edwards impression, crinkling his nose and grimacing in disgust at the thought being seen in the bad light he described. “Make haste before I lose my appetite for the Volcano Vortex…”

Charlotte’s eyes lit up with understanding. She straightened up and tried to mimic his tone, though her natural sweetness and hesitancy made it a bit awkward. “Yes! This is true!” She declared, trying to sound authoritative. “We simply cannot have someone standing over us like that.” She ended her attempt with a subtle wink toward Riona.

Confusion filled Sjan-dehk’s eyes as his gaze alternated between the standing girl and the seat he had offered her. Part of him wondered if he had missed some subtle meaning in her words; it didn’t sound to his ears like she was talking about accepting a seat. If anything, the way she had spoken and the phrases she had used made Sjan-dehk wonder if he had accidentally promised her something far grander. A ship taken by force of arms, for example. But the responses from both Charlotte and her father told him that he hadn’t misunderstood anything. Not on that point, in any case.

Iyen, however, who couldn’t quite parse all that had been said, only knew one thing. The woman wasn’t allowed to sit by her lord – or whatever they were. “Fuck that nonsense,” she muttered darkly beneath her breath and immediately rounded on the pink man, whom she assumed to be the aforementioned lord. “What she mean, unfit–”

Sjan-dehk quickly grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back before she made things any worse. Although he had to admit, the idea of someone standing while he sat and ate made him feel very uneasy. Any Viserjantan noble who tried enforcing such a thing would find themselves swiftly sanctioned for failing to observe the proper niceties. But they were not in Viserjanta, as he had to remind himself so many times over the course of so few days. What he considered to be inalienable courtesies were, as it turned out, quite alienable.

“Calm yourself,” he said quietly, but Iyen wasn’t having any of it.

“I am calm,” she protested. “And I’ll calmly put my boot up his–”

Sjan-dehk momentarily tightened his grip on her shoulder, which quietened her. “We can’t start a fight. Not now, anyway.” He released her. With a grin on his face,” he added, “And besides, didn’t we already decide that I’m the one who starts the fights?”

Iyen folded her arms and sighed. “You’re right,” she grumbled. “I don’t like it, but you’re right.”

With that settled, Sjan-dehk turned his attention back to the standing woman. “This place, this is place for people to eat, yes? Then your place is to sit and eat. And also–” he gestured to Iyen, then to himself “–she is not noble and I am only small noble. If you must stand, then it is fair that we also stand with you. That will make others unco-uncomfar-” He drew in a deep breath, tried to ignore Iyen’s giggling, and tried again. “That will make others uncomfortable, yes? And that is not good. So you must sit.”

“Riona, please sit down, you are clearly making everyone very uncomfortable.” Leo did not bother to look at her as he spoke, but a mild look of annoyance replaced his grin. “She is dramatic and holds a very loose grip on reality.” He added. Truthfully, Leo didn’t care if Riona sat or not, he’d just prefer if she sat somewhere else. Like another continent, one that took years to travel to would be even better.

Sjan-dehk couldn’t stop himself from scowling when he heard the pink man speak. That he was being incredibly rude – to someone who served him, no less – was one thing. But he hadn’t just been rude, he had essentially placed words in Sjan-dehk’s mouth. Wisdom told him that it would be best if he kept his mouth shut, but Sjan-dehk never professed to be a wise man. And so, he spoke. “Not what I mean,”he said in a tone that was a touch terser than was probably polite.

There was more he wanted to say, such as how this pink lordling could do with some lessons in basic respect, but Sjan-dehk held his tongue. For now, at least.

The pleasant warmth that had blossomed in Riona’s chest when the others invited her to join them evaporated the instant the Lordling opened his mouth. He was gaslighting them, her included. Well then…

“My Lord,” Riona said, pressing her hand on her chest. “I had no idea you considered me your equal. Without the ability to read minds, I could only draw conclusions based purely on your choice of words. If I have been mistaken, please, set the record straight.” She gestured to the table, “Tell me plainly that you see me as more than a mere ant and that you would welcome me at your table.” Of course, he’d do no such thing. And if he did, it would only be to avoid losing face in front of the Vikenas, not because he meant it. Still, there might be some small satisfaction to hear him say that out loud in front of them. Whichever it went, she hoped they’d remember what he did—and did not—say or do. Her money was on him trying to dodge her challenge entirely.

“This is not the theater, Riona, the dramatics will end. Take a seat, or find somewhere else to be where you are not looming over the table. A request from Duke Vikena should be more than enough instruction.” Leo’s reply was direct and his annoyance with the situation was clear.

And there it is.

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King Edin’s Meet and Greets

_{Mentions: @TpartywithZombi Violet, Ariella @PapaOso Cassius @Helo Callum @Silverpaw Wulfric}

Meet and Greet 1

King Edin and Count Calbert

Count Calbert Damien was the first to take a seat before King Edin, a clear agenda on his mind. His steps were deliberate as he navigated through the throngs of guests, standing out in his blue suit.

As he approached King Edin, who was still seated on his throne, Calbert caught the eye of the royal attendant. With a subtle nod, he signaled his desire for a private audience with the king. The attendant, recognizing the count's status, quickly whispered to King Edin, who gave a slight nod of approval.

Calbert stepped forward, his face adorned with a practiced smile. He bowed deeply before the king. "Your Majesty, it is an honor as always." he began smoothly.

King Edin nodded, allowing a small smile to touch his lips. "Count Damien, rise and take a seat."

Calbert straightened up, his eyes gleaming."Your Majesty, I come to discuss several important matters. But first, allow me to commend you on the grandeur of this event. It is truly a spectacle of magnificence. The ceremony was nothing short of extraordinary, and it is clear that your reign is a blessing to us all. Your generosity to feed so many of us after blessing us under a morning under the Gods’ gazes is not overlooked. "

King Edin's smile widened. "You are too kind, Count Calbert. It is always a pleasure to witness my efforts recognized with such appreciation. I labor tirelessly for this kingdom and deserve every commendation bestowed upon me. Truly, where would the kingdom be without my wise and benevolent guidance?” He stroked his beard thoughtfully, “ So many would find themselves hopelessly adrift without my steady hand to lead them."

Calbert leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, "And that painting, what an abomination it was to see it defaced. Such disrespect to a symbol of your greatness is utterly dreadful. It is fortunate that we have a ruler as wise and composed as yourself to handle such affronts."

Edin's eyes darkened momentarily at the mention of the painting, but Calbert's words quickly soothed him. “Indeed, it was a disgrace. But rest assured, those responsible will be found and dealt with accordingly."

"Of course, Your Majesty. If there is anything I can do to assist, please do not fail to enlighten me.“

“It will be dealt with.” King Edin said simply, his attention turning downward as a waitress set his appetizer in front of him. He was staring straight at a creation of his face made of cheese, eyes made of olives staring back at him.

"...Your Majesty, if I may," Calbert began, his tone shifting to one of grave concern, "I must discuss the distressing situation regarding my missing daughter, Violet. She has been missing since last night and I fear for her safety. I request additional men and resources for a more extensive search. This matter requires the utmost priority. My family has been targeted consistently, and we need increased protection to prevent any further incidents."

King Edin’s eyes narrowed, his gaze boring into him as he intensely placed a forkful of cheese into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, the moment drawing out so long it quickly became awkward.

"...Count Calbert, your concerns are valid. We cannot allow such threats to persist. I will see to it that more resources are allocated for the search and for your family's protection."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your support means everything to us," Calbert replied, bowing slightly before continuing. "On a different note, I wanted to discuss the potential matches between our children. My daughters, Violet and Crystal, and my son, Cassius, could make excellent matches for the princes and princess. It would be beneficial to keep the power amongst long-time Caesonian nobility. We all know the Varian and Alidasht visitors will always be simply that… They will always remain loyal to their own kingdoms at the end of the day. "

King Edin stroked his beard, contemplating the proposal. "Indeed... We can certainly arrange something to explore these possibilities further." However, Edin's demeanor shifted as he brought up a sensitive topic rather quickly. "Speaking of your son, Cassius… We must also acknowledge that he is a bastard."

Count Calbert's face tightened.

“Now, now. Do understand and see from my eyes. Your first wife left not only you, but her position, and snatched your son from you, did she not? Such a shameful, disgraceful woman can not be trusted to raise a man of caliber. “

Calbert’s voice was measured but tense as he replied, "Your Majesty, Cassius is a capable and honorable man. I can assure you that."

King Edin seemed unfazed as he dove in for more cheese. "...Somehow… I doubt that …However, Anastasia does not appeal to important, well-mannered gentlemen in our kingdom anyhow. Perhaps it would be a good match after all. I would like to meet your bastard and see for myself what sort of creature we are dealing with, especially if he is to one day fall in your footsteps.”

Calbert clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to react. "As you say…I must remind you of the urgency regarding Violet's safety, then depart." With that, the count bowed stiffly, his anger barely concealed. "Thank you for your time, Your Majesty. I shall take my leave now."

King Edin, however, shrugged it off and licked his fingers.

Meet and Greet 2

King Edin and Duchess Victoria

Duchess Victoria approached King Edin's throne, her nose upturned as she made her way. She sat down hastily, and immediately began fussing with her hair, ensuring each strand was perfectly in place. Her gloved hands folded delicately in her lap, she cast a disdainful glance at King Edin, who was eating his cheese messily, crumbs falling onto his lap.

King Edin's enjoyment of his meal was apparent, but every bite he took seemed to offend the Duchess further. She grimaced visibly, her lips curling in disgust at his lack of decorum, and cleared her throat loudly. He looked up and glared at her.

"Your Majesty," she began, her voice dripping with disdain as she straightened her already impeccable posture, "I am here to discuss my daughters, Ariella and Priscilla. They are the epitome of beauty and grace, the perfect matches for your princes. No women in the kingdom can compare to their loveliness. And my son Drake is the perfect match for your pretty little Anastasia. "

King Edin paused his meal. "Indeed, Victoria... However, we must also address the matter of Ariella’s behavior. We discussed earlier how Callum has been a bad influence on her." She made a face. “... You attended the church ceremony, did you not? … I trust you saw the painting.”

Victoria sucked in her lips as a laugh bubbled in her throat, immediately recalling the defaced painting. " …I was very embarrassed for you, Your Majesty.”

“Do you also recall what you said to me about Callum and Ariella… And the rumors between them?”

“Ariella is better suited for Wulfric. Callum has a poor reputation and temperament. I see no future for my daughter with him."

“We found a small, slender footprint by the painting. and I have a strong feeling that this has something to do with them both… And I know your daughter has a reputation for her disdain for shoes... Thus, I would like your daughter present at the church tonight.”

“As if Ariella would ever go to a church on her own to deface a painting. She’s much too refined. ” she scoffed, though a bead of sweat betrayed her composure as it trickled down her cheek. “Your grace, Prince Callum is very mentally ill, as we all know. Surely, this is his doing?” The duchess opened her fan with a flourish and began to wave it at herself.

“If that is the case, then we shall see the truth tonight. She will be there, or I will have men drag her there... I wager neither of you want to endure the embarrassment of Ariella being dragged through the streets.”

Duchess Victoria stood, her posture rigid with pride. "Of course, Your Majesty. I will see to it personally."

With a final, disdainful glance at the cheese on King Edin's plate, she stood up and returned to her table where she sat with her husband Duke Gideon, Count Landon Monet, and his children.

Meet and Greet 3

King Edin and Grand Vizier Hafiz

Hafiz bowed respectfully, a charming smile on his lips. "Your Majesty," he said smoothly, "it is an honor to be in your presence."

King Edin returned the smile. "Grand Vizier, welcome. Please, sit. We have much to discuss."

Hafiz took a seat. "Your Majesty, it is evident that both Alidasht and Caesonia could greatly benefit from a strengthened alliance, particularly in light of the recent tensions. What are your thoughts on forging a closer relationship between our nations?"

"Indeed, Grand Vizier. I recall your heated reaction during the unfortunate incident involving Duke Vikena during your arrival. Once again, I extend my apologies for his pitiful conduct. It is imperative that we maintain our relations, and your suggestion aligns with my best interests." King Edin took another bite of food, his eyes briefly meeting Hafiz's before returning to his meal.

Hafiz glared at the face of cheese briefly while the King’s eyes had been averted. "Your Majesty, I am fully committed to ensuring the prosperity of Caesonia. While my brother tends to focus inward, Alidasht possesses abundant resources that could greatly benefit your kingdom. I stand ready to advise the Sultan on any matters you deem essential."

"...I have been contemplating the potential of our alliance. United, our kingdoms could achieve unparalleled power. The possibilities are limitless." King Edin wiped his lips with a napkin, his gaze sharpening.

Hafiz leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. "Or perhaps, together, we could dominate those who oppose us… when the time is right, of course."

King Edin paused, his expression shifting as a slow smile spread across his face. The thought of a world without the Varian Kingdom, a world with Caesonia's dominance, tantalized him. "Indeed, the thought is most appealing."

Hafiz continued, his tone persuasive, "Your Majesty, envision the possibilities. Our combined forces could secure our interests and subdue any adversaries. A strategic marriage could further solidify our alliance. Princess Anastasia, for instance, would suit my needs for a wife. As Grand Vizier, I am well-positioned to ensure such a union is advantageous for both our realms. Perhaps one day, I could ensure such benefit in… a more powerful way."

King Edin's eyes gleamed with interest. "Anastasia, you say? A union of that nature would indeed fortify our ties. " He also enjoyed the idea of the girl being sent off to an entirely different nation.

Hafiz nodded, leaning in slightly. "Precisely, Your Majesty. A marriage between our families would symbolize unity.. and strength..."

King Edin pondered this, his mind racing with the possibilities. "You present a compelling argument, Grand Vizier. "

Hafiz's smile widened, "With your consent, Your Majesty, I would love to arrange a meeting with the princess."

King Edin nodded, his smile returning. "We shall proceed with your plan, Grand Vizier. Let us see where this path leads us."

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Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian → The Royal Curd
Mentions: @TpartywithZombi Ariella @Helo Callum @PapaOso Milo

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King Edin paced furiously back and forth in the grand hall of the church, his face flushed with anger. The service had long concluded and the painting was revealed before the group of people huddled around it.

"How could this have happened?" King Edin bellowed, turning to his staff with a look of confusion and fury. "This church was supposed to be locked last night!"

A member of the church staff, a young man with a nervous expression, stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I... I forgot to lock up last night. I am so sorry."

King Edin's face turned a deeper shade of red. "You forgot to lock up? This is unacceptable! …You’re a buffoon!" He took a deep breath, trying to control his temper, but his voice still trembled with rage. "This painting is ruined because of your negligence. " He ran his hands through his hair and glared at the man, “This was painted by the Milo St. Claire!”

As he spoke, one of the staff members pointed to the floor near the painting. "Your Majesty, look. There’s a footprint here, faint but visible. It looks like someone stepped in the paint."

King Edin's eyes followed the direction of the pointed finger, and sure enough, there was a faint footprint in the paint. His mind began to churn, recalling a recent conversation with Duchess Victoria Edwards. Her voice filled his head:

"...and then, Your Majesty, he deliberately untied his shoes and removed his socks, right in the presence of ladies and gentlemen! He left his shoes and socks near me as if he were at some uncivilized gathering of homeless people..."

The king's thoughts turned to his youngest son, Callum, who was often the scapegoat for such incidents. "Callum," he muttered under his breath venomously, his anger building again. It was as if the very name was poison itself. "I'm going to wring his neck! Always, always him! It’s ALWAYS HIM!!"

The staff member gently placed a hand on King Edin's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Your Majesty, perhaps we should have Prince Callum step in the paint... If his footprint matches, we will know for sure."

King Edin paused, his mind drifting back to the conversation with Victoria Edwards. He took a deep breath, his anger slowly giving way to a more thoughtful expression. "Yes," he said, nodding slowly. "...I'd like to be here tonight…. Bring Prince Callum Danrose… and Lady Ariella Edwards to the church. And bring a tin of paint. Have the Duke and Duchess attend as well."

“And if neither match?”

“Then we’ll have the whole damn kingdom come step in that fucking paint until I find that vile rat and exterminate it. “

The staff members nodded and hurried to carry out his orders. As they left, King Edin stood before the defaced painting, his mind still echoing with Duchess Victoria's words.

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Thirty minutes later, King Edin arrived at the Royal Curd in a grand, dramatic fashion. The double doors swung open to reveal the king in his luxurious attire and crowned with an air of authority. He kept his head high, looking at no one as he made his way through the room, exuding a commanding presence that silenced the whispers and turned all eyes towards him as his knights in golden armor followed, the sound of the heavy footsteps audible.

As he approached the throne, a servant stepped forward, raising a trombone to their lips. The notes of a fanfare filled the room, capturing everyone’s attention.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" the announcer called out, his voice booming over the assembled guests. "Meet and greets with His Majesty, King Edin Danrose, will commence."

King Edin sat in his throne, his eyes fixed straight ahead. As the murmurs resumed, he finally allowed himself to survey the room, the weight of the earlier incident at the church still lingering in his mind.

A waitress moved to take his order immediately, her hands trembling slightly as she approached the king. She handed him the menu and King Edin's eyes flicked to her for a moment, cold and intense, before he looked down at the menu.

He pointed at the appetizer of choice with an intense finger jab onto the menu. The sharp movement made the waitress flinch, her face paling as she quickly nodded.

Without another word, she turned and hurried away, her steps quick and nervous. The king watched her go, his expression unchanging.

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Gilbert & Delilah

Interactions:@Potter Olivia @Samreaper Kazumin

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Delilah and Gilbert sat at a table rather nearby Olivia, strategically positioned so they were in her line of sight. Delilah's eyes sparkled with delight as she dipped a piece of brioche French toast into the bubbling pot of rich, velvety chocolate fondue they had ordered.

Beside her, Gilbert grumbled under his breath about the fuss but couldn't help but indulge. “It’s not better than the French toast I make.”

She nudged a plate of fresh strawberries and marshmallows towards him, her smile wide and encouraging. Despite his usual gruff demeanor, his eyes softened. "Slow down. You're going to give yourself a stomachache with all that sweetness," he cautioned.

“Your French toast is the best, Gilbert, but this is hitting the spo-Oh the skies above… Gilbert.”

“What.”

“Hunk alert. Hunk alert. Look who’s coming towards our Olivia.”

Gilbert's gaze shifted, and he couldn't help but notice the imposing figure of Roman as he sat down with Olivia. A flicker of something unidentifiable passed through his eyes as his gaze returned hastily to Delilah.

"He's that blacksmith from the Varian Kingdom," he replied, stabbing a piece of French toast with more force than necessary. "Nothing special."

"Oh, he’s something special alright. That’s a man right there. A man."

As they watched Olivia closely, her stutter and the way she clenched her fists around the menu didn't go unnoticed by Delilah. When Olivia glanced toward their table, Delilah offered her an encouraging smile and gave a small nod, while Gilbert grumbled under his breath, "Girl’s nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs."

“Think I heard him mention our Lottie’s name…” She leaned on one hand and twirled a strawberry on her fork in the air as she mused softly, "Where was she hiding this absolute God of a man?”

Gilbert folded his arms and asked, “So what’s happening now?”

“She’s bouncing her leg under the table… They’re talking… He’s laughing.”

“I heard the laugh.” Gilbert confirmed lowly.

“He’s showing her his palm and she’s totally freaking out.” Delilah informed Gilbert with a frown. Discreetly, she mouthed the word “breathe” to the girl.

“Why did that make her panic?”

“He must have offered to hold hands or something romantic.” Delilah smiled and finally bit into her strawberry.

Gilbert’s gaze lowered from her hand and down to his. All the while Delilah had been watching the conversation for the next few moments he had been watching her.

“She’s fidgeting again.” Delilah sighed and gave Olivia a warning glance.

“It’s as if I am Emina chastising little Lottie. What a dreadful position I have to be in… Alas, it’s important she fits in with them.” She looked at Gilbert again and smiled once more, “I surely could never pull it off… Could you?”

“Absolutely.” He told her gruffly with certainty. “I was raised a gentleman.”

She giggled and lightly touched his arm, “That sentence will come back to haunt you next time you shout at me to get out of the kitchen!” He audibly groaned with regret.

“She’s now giggling like a schoolgirl.” Gilbert commented with some judgment and an eyeroll.

“That’s a good sign.” Delilah said, “That means things are going well.”

“It’s unbecoming of a lady. Even I know that,” Gilbert grumbled.

“Oh? Well, you certainly don’t seem to mind when I giggle,” Delilah replied with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Gilbert's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, grumbling under his breath. "That's not true," he muttered, clearly flustered. "I don't fancy it at all." He avoided her gaze, focusing intently on his plate, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile.

“Slouching.” Delilah suddenly reported, straightening up to get a better view as she gave Olivia a warning glare, “And… Elbows on the table.”

She sighed. “She’s doing it again. We have a lot of work to do. Oi!”

Delilah watched the next few moments with a growing somberness. “Don’t think it’s a match.” She perked up and tapped Gilbert’s hand, “Good practice for her though, right?”

Gilbert looked over his shoulder and caught sight of Olivia stuffing her face like she had been starved, which was not the case. He had been feeding the girl very well.

“Uh.”

“Dear Gods. She looks like a chipmunk.”

Soon enough, Gilbert alerted her to something more pressing, leaning in to say, “He just asked her about her home and family.”

“Oh no.” Delilah watched closely and focused intently on listening. She relaxed visibly as Olivia nailed it and gave her a kind nod.

“...How do you think Lottie’s doing?”

Her eyes fell on the chef with some surprise and she watched the worry swim in his eyes. “I don’t know. She still won’t tell me what happened last night… But I know something did… She did seem rather happy to spend some time with Duke Vikena at least.”

“...Is she safe…?” Gilbert's voice was tinged with concern.

Delilah held his gaze and asked, “Why wouldn’t she be?”

“I’ve been here as long as you have, Lilah, and if there’s anything I know better than cooking… It’s that you know when she isn’t safe, and you behave in a manner that always clues me in that she isn’t either.” Gilbert's eyes bore into hers.

Her gaze lowered and she said softly after a pause, “She will never be safe, Gilbert.”

His brows lifted in surprise.

“I don’t mean to be annoyingly vague… But I know you know more than you let on… I will inform you of more in a more private setting. I promise.”

Gilbert’s lips parted to reply, but Delilah was quick to speak. “Look. There’s Kazumin.” She rose from her seat to wave over the blonde before he could protest. “Hi sweetie! Remember me! …Want some toast?!”

“Oh Gods, why did you call that boy over?”

“Oh don’t be coy, Gilbert. I know you love the way he eats up every bit of your food… And Olivia’s about done with her date, so I am sure she’d appreciate seeing her friend. If they both come over, we’ll give them space to catch up, okay?”

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Time: Morning
Location: Church of Sorian
Attire:Dress, Flats, Crown and Earrings
Interaction: @Lava Alckon Farim @Rodiak Nahir @Silverpaw Wulfric

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"Hey King! We're here for the cheese!" Anastasia echoed the peasant as she held Fayette's hands up in the air with a giggle, dancing with the child, who giggled along with the princess, as she repeated in a sing-song voice, "Here for the cheeseee!" She quieted down after receiving a cautionary glare from one of the guards but couldn't fully suppress her giggles, fits of laughter breaking through her lips.

Truthfully, Anastasia had no idea what her father was talking about half the time, but it sounded inspiring. She made sure to throw her fist in the air enthusiastically after each statement, which Fayette echoed. Beau also climbed on the pew to join them in their salute.

Once the portrait was revealed, Anastasia gasped, "That's... That's so beautiful." She whispered and nudged Farim's elbow. "I love it." She told him. "He looks so regal in that painting and... the horns! They symbolize how stubborn he is, like a bull, in the face of adversity. I totally get it!" The children applauded her statement, their eyes filled with awe.

"I love it too, mademoiselle! I draw mustaches like that as well!"

"Oh yes! It's magnificent!" Beau exclaimed, his hands moving to his cheeks with surprise.

Earlier than usual, the final song began playing. The orchestra always played the same one, and Annie remembered the words for the most part. So, Anastasia took the opportunity to sing along, moving out from the pew with the little girl still on her shoulders to dance in the aisle as she sang.

"In the heavens high, the gods do pain,
Zivitas’ light, guiding lame.
Triumpheus’ strength, a victor’s pride,
Amora’s love, forever on our sliiiiide!"

She reached down to take Beau's hands with a giggle, pulling the little boy into a dance with her. The children laughed and sang along, their voices blending with Anastasia’s.

"Ooooooo Edin, our king, divinely pissed,
In your rule, we find our wreeeeck!
Prince Wulfric, legacy in sand,
Guides our future, hand in saaaaand."

Anastasia twirled with Fayette on her shoulders, her voice ringing out clearly as she turned to serenade her Wulfric as his name came up in the song.

"Hail Edin, kiiiing and lies!
In your pain, the gods delight.
With Prince Wulfric, WISE! and STRONG!,
To gods and king, we raise this song!"

Once the song was over, she set Fayette down with her brother with a giggle. Both were beckoned by their father and she waved sweetly to them before turning to Farim, Nahir, and Wulfric. "That was a great time, but it's gonna be an even better time trying out this new restaurant. I've heard awesome things. You all can follow me... Includes you too Calby and Count Monet! Come along! " She then led the group of those interested along outside to a carriage, and they then traveled down the road to the restaurant.

"Oh my Gods! They give free cheese immediately at the fucking door! That's amazing!" She exclaimed upon entry. As she looked around the room, she took in the sight of all the cheese decor and clasped her hands together in pure delight. Once her eyes set upon the waitress, she beamed. "Wow you are a work of art, ma'am! Truly! I will remember you until the day I die." She dramatically proclaimed and helped herself to a cheese cube. She turned to Farim and presented a cheese cube for him to consume as she told him, "We can all sit at the table near my dad. We're special guests, so he won't mind!"

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time:Morning
Location: Church of Sorian --> The Royal Curd
Attire: Hair Style, Dress
Interaction:@FunnyGuy Lorenzo

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

As the peasants filled the seats around them, her attention shifted from her journal to the newcomers as their shout about cheese sliced through the solemn atmosphere of the church. Her pen paused above the page as she watched King Edin's barely controlled annoyance.

The absolute nerve of this man!

Edin's smile might have fooled the newcomers, but Charlotte saw right through it, and boy was she suddenly much more interested in the ceremony. The directness of their approach was refreshing amidst the ceremony's idiocy. She looked around as peasants began filling the back rows, surrounding her and Lorenzo rather quickly. Her smirk deepened as King Edin made no effort whatsoever to try to conceal himself as he signaled the guards to close the door.

Placing her pen down, she turned to fully face the peasant woman who had unwittingly found a seat next to her.

The woman's eyes widened in recognition, and she began to stammer an apology, obviously flustered by her proximity to nobility.

"Oh. You're the Lady Charlotte Vikena... Oh no... And next to you is the Duke. I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that you'd be seated back here, I hope you—"

Charlotte gently enveloped the woman's hand in both of hers, offering a comforting squeeze to halt her worried rambling. With a soft, reassuring smile, she whispered, "...It’s lovely to have you sit beside me."

The peasant woman’s expression softened, visibly relieved by Charlotte's kindness. She nodded gratefully, her initial tension easing into a more comfortable demeanor. Just then, King Edin’s voice resonated through the church as he proudly announced the unveiling of a new portrait.

As the draped canvas was revealed, showcasing the defaced image of the king, Charlotte couldn’t suppress her surprise. She stood up to get a better view, and around her, the peasants were already bursting into hushed, yet unrestrained laughter. The hastily painted mustache and horns on King Edin’s portrait were so absurdly out of place that Charlotte couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, trying to compose herself. When King Edin attempted to pass off the defacement as an intentional piece of creative expression, the situation became even more ludicrous, and Charlotte bit her lip hard to stifle her laughter.

Thankfully, the atmosphere quickly shifted as the orchestra and choir launched into an extravagantly dramatic piece, an attempt to restore some dignity to the event. There were always those who were fooled, but Charlotte knew that he could only fool so many with this much absurdity. She knew that these ceremonies usually dragged on for hours, yet today's spectacle seemed doomed to a brisk conclusion, all thanks to a mustache on a portrait.

A giggle escaped her again, and she politely covered her mouth, whispering apologetically to the peasant woman beside her, "I'm sorry. This is too funny."

The woman stared at her alarm at the sudden fit of giggling, but an expression of amusement slowly crossed her face.

As the church slowly emptied with people eager for the free food at The Royal Curd, she exhaled deeply. She slipped her journal into her shoulder bag and lifted her head, ready to exchange a glance with Lorenzo. Instead, her gaze halted on a scene unfolding before her that seemed completely out of place.

At first, it appeared almost normal, the sight of a man entering the church with his child, but the harsh grip on the boy's wrist and the stern, urgent pace down the aisle struck her as odd. The church lights dimmed suddenly, as if clouds had swept over the sun, but it was more than that—the entire atmosphere of the church shifted. Her eyes darted toward the windows, observing the night sky behind the stained glass with confusion.

She looked back at the man, his features harsh and drawn by a severe expression, as he dragged the little boy along. The boy’s features, blurred at first, came into sharper focus, and something about him tugged at her memory. He looked frightened and confused, struggling against the man’s grip.

"I... Lorenzo... I'll meet you outside. I'm going to see if everything is okay." Charlotte heard her own voice as it echoed strangely in the now somber church.

The man paid no heed to anything around him, his lips set in a grim line, muttering fervent, disjointed prayers. As he moved he shouted at the child, his voice rising, "Pray, boy, pray! Pray to be cleansed of the evil that taints your soul!" He continued to drag the young boy by the wrist, heading towards a small, dimly lit room off to the side of the church—where parishioners often sought counsel in private.

Charlotte moved without thinking, her feet carrying her forward to intervene. As she approached the room, the door was slightly ajar, allowing her to see the man pushing the boy inside roughly. Without hesitation, Charlotte pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit room. Inside, the man was scolding the boy, his voice a harsh whisper that echoed slightly in the confined space.

"There is nothing good about you." the man hissed, his back to Charlotte. "In fact, you are nothing. A blight upon our family, drawn to the darkness like a moth to flame. You must pray! Pray for redemption, for only the Gods can cleanse the vile taint from your soul!"

The boy was cornered against the cold wall, his small face streaked with tears and dirt, his body shaking. His brown eyes, wide and filled with a haunting fear, met Charlotte’s for a fleeting second. His voice trembled as he attempted to recite the prayers his father demanded, but fear choked his words, turning them into barely audible whispers.

Charlotte’s heart clenched at the sight as she stepped forward, "Stop! You can't treat him like this!" she exclaimed, her voice firm, but her words seemed to pass unheard as if she was nothing more than a wisp of air.

Not satisfied with the boy's faltering words, the father's wrath escalated. "Words are not enough!" he bellowed. Grabbing him by the shoulders, he shook him violently, as if trying to expel the darkness he believed lurked within. "You must feel the penance in your bones!"

She reached out immediately, her hands passing through the figures as though they were nothing more than ghosts.

The father then pushed at the boy's back. "Kneel!" His voice thundered as he threw a handful of coarse salt onto the hard, cold stone floor. The boy knelt, his small frame shaking as the sharp crystals bit into his tender skin, drawing out a pained cry from the boy.

"The gods demand your suffering for your wickedness." the father insisted, the fanaticism vivid in his tone. The intensity in the crazed man's eyes made Charlotte's stomach churn; she stumbled back, her hands flying to cover her face.

As the boy knelt, sobbing and praying, the dreadful sound of a leather strap striking his back filled the air, Her eyes widened in shock and her teeth clenched.

"Lady Vikena...?" A voice reached her ears, but it took the man asking once more for her to respond. She lifted her head from her hands and found herself staring at one of the church attendants as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Blinking away the remnants of the vision, Charlotte found herself back in the brightly lit room. The figures of the boy and his father had vanished, leaving her alone with the attendant. She took a shuddering breath, her gaze lingering on the empty space. "Yes... I'm fine." she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. From the look in his eyes, she could tell her words had been heard out loud when she had exclaimed prior. Stumbling back toward the door, Charlotte excused herself,"I'm fine. I must go."

With that, she found herself joining Lorenzo once more, and the two of them made their way to the Royal Curd, which wasn't far at all luckily. Once seated at a small table in the event room, Charlotte made an effort to hide how shaken she was visibly, even trying to focus on how absurdly yellow everything was. However, she was unsuccessful.

...I suppose maybe I am cursed then.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Guavav Village - Menzai's home
Interactions: @Funnyguy Darius @Alivefalling Dante @Samreaper Menzai @Helo Cyrus
Equipment: Staff with unbreaking and shift enchantment(shifts into dagger), Her bag, Water Purifier, Flask, some shiny pebbles
Attire:Outfit, amulet with Millinia Crest, wooden butterfly earrings, various bracelets

"I'd love to hear it. I adore stories," Phia said to Darius with a smile.

Menzai seemed unsettled as when he spoke. Phia watched him, frowning, as his claws scratched audibly against the table. She placed her hand over his comfortingly. He seemed lost in thought for a while, and she remained silent, observing him with a sad expression until he abruptly rose and excused himself. Though tempted to follow him, she sensed he needed space.

After a prolonged silence, Cyrus spoke. Her eyes turned to the fairy, her expression brightening as he continued. She waited until he finished speaking before rising to give a polite bow, bending to her knees. "Your highness, Prince of the Fairy Kingdom, I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty. I am as fortunate to be in your presence as I am to be among these brave human warriors. It is truly an honor!"

She then shifted her gaze to Dante and Darius. "The fairy kingdom was once Prince Cyrus's kingdom. I am sure he can identify some familiar and trustworthy faces. It is honorable that his family tried to protect their people, and I am certain Cyrus is an admirable person."

Phia stepped over to stand before Darius, gently taking his hand in both of hers. "You're right, Darius. It's been a heavy few days, and we can't pretend all that stuff didn't happen... However, we can't move forward with such heavy hearts. It might be a good opportunity to lighten them with the uplifting joy of fun... And to fill ourselves with love from time spent with our comrades." She tapped his hand affectionately. "Then, we will all work to become stronger so we can protect each other better."

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

The Royal Curd

Music/Ambiance

Music:
Ambiance:

_{@Rodiak Nahir @Silverpaw Wulfric @FunnyGuy Lorenzo and Alexander @Helo Leo @Apex Sunburn Sjandehk @Potter Kira @JJ Doe Riona @Lava Alckon Farim}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Menu

The Menu

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Part 2

_{@Rodiak Nahir @Silverpaw Wulfric @FunnyGuy Lorenzo and Alexander @Helo Leo @Apex Sunburn Sjandehk @Potter Kira @JJ Doe Riona @Lava Alckon Farim}

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

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

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

The congregation then responds with enthusiastic applause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

The Primitus Religion

The Caesonian Pantheon - The Primitus Religion

The Origins
The universe as we know began from one immensely powerful being. Perhaps it had always existed even before existence or perhaps it came to be in a way not yet known. The being looked a solid formation of a galactic pattern and had limbs to move itself about. It was a reflection of the surrounding space. Legend had it this being, in its loneliness, it created the stars, the planets, and later all the creatures that inhabit them. The stars twinkled from above the same way they did on its body. With the power to create as it so chose, the being occupied its time creating more and more planets and galaxies. As much as it had the ability to fill the physical void around it, it longed to fill the void within. So what if it made beings like him? The God decided to create more Gods, ones that could provide the company it longed for.

The lonely god began to mold and shape the universe, creating new gods with unique abilities and personalities. They were all different, but they were all united by their common creator, the lonely god. As the new gods discovered their powers, they began to question their creator, who they decided to call Primitus. The gods asked Primitus what their purpose was and he told them companionship initially, and the Gods seemed disappointed, so Primitus pondered another moment. Subsequently, he added that they were to help him create a perfect universe together, utilizing each of their unique gifts. Primitus became known as the God of Gods and Creation. Originally, only nine gods accompanied Primitus:

The Original Nine:
God of Victory and Luck - Triumpheus
God of Water and Currents Aquena
God of Law and Order - Imperis
God of Love and Harvests - Amora
God of Pride and Inferno - Glorius
God of Storms and the Sky- Tempestes
God of Hunting and Forest - Vena
God of Metal and Forging- Duedon
God of Light and Life - Zivitas

As the new gods settled into their roles and explored their abilities, they began to develop distinct personalities and ideologies. They each had their own vision for how the universe should be governed, and they weren't always in agreement. At first, their disagreements were minor and easily resolved, but as time went on, they grew increasingly contentious. For example, Glorius, who believed in feeling superior to others, clashed with Imperis who championed diplomacy and compromise. The lonely god, who had created them all, watched as his creations argued and fought. He knew that their disagreements were only natural, but he also knew that if left unchecked, they could lead to chaos and destruction.

To avoid this, the lonely god decided to establish a council of the gods, where each god would have a say in the decisions that affected the universe. They also established a code of conduct to ensure that their disagreements would be handled peacefully and respectfully. They then relocated to a realm that was separate from the physical world. This realm is often referred to as the "heavens" or the "cosmos" and is where the gods reside, watch over and govern the universe. It is often depicted as a beautiful, ethereal place that is beyond the reach of mortal beings where the Gods reside in a beautiful huge temple and experience infinite sunlight.

One day, Primitus realized that darker Gods with different specializations to have a truly balanced universe. Creatures that were created needed to have an end or the world would overpopulate. If people had no hate or sickness, then they could not know love nor health. More importantly, they needed Gods to watch over the negative aspects of reality that the other ones would not. Thus, five more Gods were created.
God of Deceit and Greed - Avēre
God of Plagues and Decay - Sapreon
God Calamity and Chaos - Claedo
God Of Beasts and Hate - Fereo
God of Death and Darkness - Obitius

These gods were different from the others. Avēre had a strong desire for control. He believed that only one god should rule the universe and that god should be him. He began to spread his ideology among the other gods, trying to convince them to join him in his quest for power. Fereo and Glorius were easy to sway, while Claedo did his best to keep Gods on both sides angry with each other in the pursuit of war. At first, the other gods were resistant to his ideas, but as he continued to gain followers, the council became divided. Some gods were tempted by the new god's promises of power and control, while others remained loyal to the council and the principles of balance and harmony.

The division among the gods soon escalated into open conflict. The gods who supported Avēre formed an alliance and declared war on the council and the other gods who refused to join them. The universe was plunged into chaos as the gods fought each other. The Great War of Gods was said to last many, many years and they even dared to leave the heavens, meaning planets and creatures were destroyed during the chaos, hence why Eromora is the only planet habited by life in the galaxy.

Primitus watched in horror as his creations destroyed each other and the universe he had created. He knew that he had to intervene to stop the war and restore balance to the universe. He appeared before the fighting gods and spoke to them, reminding them of their purpose and the importance of balance. He urged them to put aside their differences and work together to restore harmony to the universe. He also reminded them that the universe was not just theirs, it was also the home of many other creatures and their well-being was also at stake.

None of the Gods listened except for Zivitas while others like Imperius and Amora had never been involved in the first place. Zivitas was the first God Primitus ever made and he was the only one bestowed with the ability to create life. He had been devastated deeply by the war and made a plea to the Gods who wanted to fight to cease. But Claedo did not want the war to end and had a counterargument manipulative enough to start some of the fighting back up. At that moment, powerful incoming blasts came from all sides and Primitus knew it might kill some of his precious children, so he threw himself in the middle and took all the hits, destroying himself in the process as his body was consumed by the bright light.

The war finally ended. Even Claedo had not wanted to see his creator die. It was the God's sacrifice that brought them back together as they realized the depth of his love. Additionally, the overwhelming feeling of remorse and grief made continuing the fight impossible. Zivitas had been told a final message before Primitus's death in gratitude for his consistent kindness. He let the Gods know that Primitus was not sad to die as he knew that he would never be lonely knowing all of them would remember him forever and that Zivitas would take on a leading role from now on.

The God of Love and Light, Zivitas, who had always advocated for unity and cooperation among the gods, was entrusted as the new leader by the remaining gods. He vowed to honor the memory of the lonely god and never let war tear their council apart again. However, it was clear now that nothing could make some of the Gods fit in. The following Gods agreed to be sent to a different realm where they could do things their way and all of the Gods were able to move forward without animosity.

God of Deceit and Greed - Avēre
God of Plagues and Decay - Sapreon
God Calamity and Chaos - Claedo
God Of Beasts and Hate - Fereo
God of Death and Darkness - Obitius
God of Pride and Inferno - Glorius

Any other Gods that were created going forward and could not adhere to the code would be sent to this dark realm. This realm is referred to as the "underworld," "hell," and sometimes as "Obitus's realm." Any souls tainted and showing signs of evil Obitius agreed to take to his realm while Zivitas would take souls of good to the heavens, utilizing winged-humanoid beings called angels to help carry souls to and fro. With the council restored, the gods worked together to repair the damage they had caused, and the universe was once again at peace.

Unbeknownst to all but Zivitas, the energy of the lonely god Primitus remained despite not existing as it once did. Primitus felt no need to regenerate. It was content that his creations had learned the importance of cooperation, balance and empathy for others.

Additionally, some believe that there are many, many Gods as this point as the original Gods were able to reproduce with each other. The beliefs of these Gods vary.

The Connection to the Danroses
Caesonian people believe that their country is a holy country created by Zivitas. It was said that the Danrose family, the ruling family for generations, were hand-chosen by the gods themselves as the perfect souls to lead the kingdom. Each eldest son is born with the most perfect traits due to Zivita's influence. The people of Caesonia looked up to the Danroses as the embodiment of perfection, and they were considered to be the closest thing to gods on earth. King Edin Danrose puts great effort into keeping this belief alive.

Principles of the Heavens
The Principles of the Heavens prescribe a code of conduct for the inhabitants of the world. These principles include:

Loving one's neighbor as oneself
Caring for the natural environment
Protecting the purity of the oceans and lakes
Living a life that brings honor to both the Gods and one's family
Adhering to the laws of the King to maintain order in the world
Giving thanks to Tempestes for providing rainfall to nourish crops
Seeking the blessings of Vena when taking the life of an animal during a hunt
Emulating the hard work of Duedon to attain rewards of equal magnitude
Paying homage to Zivitas for the light that the sun bestows upon all.
Principles of the Hells
There are also principles from the Gods of the hells, ruled by Obitus. It is expected that though those under Primitus understand the need for balance and acknowledge of the good and evil within us, it is expected that Primitus followers avoid these rules in order to live in the Heavens, otherwise you will be taken to the Hells by the angels upon death.

Practice the art of deception and manipulation, as your own interests and happiness should come first.
Embrace self-interest: Your life is a gift, and you have the right to do whatever it takes to live it to the fullest, without concern for others
Reject Consequence: The world is unpredictable and uncertain, and you owe nothing to anyone. Consequence is a weakness, and those who embrace it are doomed to suffer.
Embrace Violence: Use your superior strength and power to defend yourself and dominate the weak. There is nothing inherently wrong with violence.
Welcome Death: Embrace the mystery and darkness of death, and revel in the unknown. The end of life is a natural part of existence, and should be accepted and celebrated.
Embrace Pride: Be proud of yourself and your actions, no matter what anyone else thinks or says. If you are living life on your own terms, then that is all that matters.
Embrace Negative Emotions: Feel free to hate, be angry, or experience any other negative emotions that come naturally. Emotions are a natural part of life and should be embraced, not repressed.