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Underworld: The King's New Queen (WolfLover + Vampiretwilight)

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The servants tried to plea with their King to rest, and take it easy. In their eyes, it was unwise for him to be about his feet. Not with him in such an unstable condition. He needed to rest, to regain his strength and control. But it was no use. Their King was ever so stubborn. And strangely even more so, over a young woman he barely seemed to know. No one had seen such reactions from him, ever before. They couldn't help but speculate what was going on with their ruler, how the young Princess was so special to make their King react in this way. It probably wasn't wise for the King to get in the way of the medics work either; as they needed space to move about and take care of the injured Princess. Alexander wasn't making it easy. Not for anyone, in these circumstances.

No one had noticed the guilty culprit just yet. But it was only a matter of time; before she would be found out. For certain shadows would expose her as the traitor that she was. For now, the guests were too scared of the chaos to notice her cowering away. And the servants more concerned about their ruler, their King's well being than whom was hiding amongst them.

"Sire, you must calm. You cannot help her, in this state." Multiple servants tried to plead with the King. Attempting to calm him down, so the Medics could do their job. Alexander being frantic, wouldn't be of help and use to anybody. Especially the Princess. "Your majesty, please...you must let the medics do their job." One of the guards pleaded with the King. Attempting to calm him down. But it was no use. Never have they dealt with a King so stubborn. If he did not calm himself down; he could injure himself in his panic. A risk, the servants and guards did not wish to take.

Feeling a little bit dazed, Rosalind did not see the strange light emanating from her fingertips. But the Young Princess did hold a potent power inside of her. In time, she would come to learn what she was truly capable off. As things slightly calmed down, she heard a familiar voice among the chaos. "Your majesty." Rosalind used his title, rather than his name. Either way relieved to see him. With some aid, she sat up properly in the cot. Looking a bit confused. Why did he feel the need to apologise? He didn't do anything wrong. "It is not your fault." Assuring him, that he was in the clear. Rosalind smiled weakly, despite the fact that her head was pounding still. Feeling a little dazed from everything. "It is a relief, to see you on your feet, my Lord." Glad to see that he was alright. Appearing to be in a slightly better state than he had been inside of the castle. But this wasn't over, not yet. They had yet to figure out, what was going on.

Almost sensing the former servants sharp eyes skills, Rosalind's shadow moved in a different way; to avoid being seen by the servant. Disappearing in the quietening chaos of the shadows around everyone. Her shadow finding a different way to the guilty former servant, without being seen. A few other Shadows seemed to catch onto the former servants guilt; as if they all could sense emotions. Swopping behind her. A bigger shadow pushed the guilty servant into view of everyone. Exposing the traitor to the leader of the realm and everyone else that was present outside.

Catching onto the slight chaos, Rosalind looked towards where the shadow had pushed the former servant into view. "Who is that?" She questioned. She hadn't seen that particular servant in the castle upon her arrival earlier that evening. Nor did she look like a guest.

Rosalind's shadow seemed to wrap around the former servants feet, stopping the traitor from escaping. Whilst the other shadows too highlighting her as the traitor and guilty perpetrator behind this chaos.

"It seems like the shadows had found the guilty culprit. My Lord." One of the guards spoke. Not looking happy at seeing the former servant back; for she should have been long gone from within the castle's walls. Knowing too, that their King wouldn't have lost control by himself.

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Underworld: The King's New Queen (WolfLover + Vampiretwilight)

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The last thing Rosalind had remembered, before falling unconscious was Alexander pleading with her to leave the drawing room. But she couldn't leave him in such a state. Before she could have even thought of leaving him be, or left the drawing room; it was already too late. As she laid on the ground; darkness seemed to have swallowed her. Her body almost totally limp as one of the guards had carried her outside. Her head hanging, as the guard carried her. Unable to keep her head against his chest in a comfortable way. Whilst the Princess was breathing, there was a small injury to the back of her head from where the shadows had knocked her away from Alexander and against the coldness of the floor. Despite being brought to safety, no one was safe just yet. It seemed like the chaos followed them outside. Her arm hanging over the side of the cot, that she was placed upon once outside. Her chest slowly rising and falling, with slow breaths.

In the chaos, Rosalind's shadow still seemed to be alive. Her shadow not only searching for the King's...but also for the one responsible off this chaos.

"But your highness, you must rest. The medics are checking that she is unharmed." One of the servants tried to plead with the King. Concerned that the King himself was hurt and unstable, after what had happened inside of the castle walls. Surprised just as everyone else, that the King seemed to be so highly concerned for the Princess. They had never known him to care for anyone, to such a degree. Hence their shock.

Meanwhile, the castles' medics were standing over the Princess. Checking the wound on the back of her head. There had appeared to be small bleeding, from the wound. So they had cleaned the wound, making sure it wouldn't get infected. Before wrapping a bandage around. The Princess was truly in a vulnerable state herself. Probably much to the evil servant's happiness; that Rosalind was a victim of the chaos she had brought upon everyone, by harming Alexander. Rosalind's shadow still moving by it's own will almost, almost like her shadow had sensed the dangerous former servant lurking amongst the crowd; her shadow slowly began to circle around the servant in question. Almost like Rosalind's shadow was trying to draw attention to the woman that was responsible for all of this. Pointing out the 'enemy' that was hiding within plain sight.

Unware of how much time had passed, Rosalind was slowly coming around after what felt like hours. Waking up with a groan. Her head spinning from the throbbing pain. Almost falling out of the cot in panic, when she found herself outside. But a servant managed to steady the cot, preventing the Princess from falling right out. "Is Alexander alright? He...he was hurt." More worried about the King and his state, than herself. For she hated to see someone in such a state, like she had found Alexander. Fearing, that someone was out to get him, and wanted to hurt him. Rubbing her temple, that seemed to be throbbing in pain. A strange warm light seemed to penetrate from the tip of her fingers. It was a soft light, in it's warmth. But bright enough to resemble star light. The light seemed to wash over the nearest shadows; calming them and the chaos around.

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Underworld: The King's New Queen (WolfLover + Vampiretwilight)

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Taking a sip of her drink, Rosalind's eyes travelled all over the ballroom. A few moments had passed, but there was no sign of Alexander's return. Assuming, that he had some Kingly duties to attend to, despite the ball. Rosalind tried not to let it bother her; but something about the situation was starting to feel, almost eerie like. Something wasn't right. When longer than 10 minutes passed, she too began to wonder what was keeping him from his own ball. Had he truly been that hurt, when she needed some time alone? As far as she knew, that was not a crime when one was overwhelmed with emotion. Rosalind thought it had been for the best; as not to get into a more heated discussion with Alexander. To save them both, anger and annoyances for not agreeing with each other.

Feeling the ground starting to shake; her glass slipped from her grip with a gasp. The glass breaking at her feet. Remnants of her wine spilling over the floor, splashing against the bottom of her dress and across her shoes. Everything had been calm and in peace, mere few moments ago. Now it was breaking into utter chaos. The air in the room felt colder, causing shivers to travel down her spine. Everyone stumbling around the room, trying to find something to hold onto. In the chaos, her shadow was trying to search for Alexander. To see if he was alright.

No one noticed her slip out of the ballroom with the chaos. Needing to hold onto the wall for support anytime the floor beneath her would shake, as if from an earth-quake. "Alexander! Alexander?" Rosalind called out, as she searched for him. Hoping that he might hear her throughout the chaos, and make himself known. Rosalind probably should have been concerned about herself and her own safety. Yet she seemed to be caring more about the Kings, than herself in that moment. Almost loosing her balance more than once, as she rushed through the castle corridors. Not sure where she was going, but she hoped that her search would lead her somewhere near...or right to the King himself.

One door creaked open; as the trembling ground forced it open. Rosalind stopped in her tracks hearing the door opening. There was just enough light in the corridor for her to see a figure laying on the floor. Rushing over, she kneeled down beside him. "What happened?" Rosalind's voice sounding panicked. Not sure if it was mainly from all the chaos, or seeing the King on the floor in such a state. The shadows still swirling and dancing all over the room in chaos. Making the room more darker than it had been before when the shadows were stable. Rosalind knew that the King needed help. "Guards! Somebody help the King." She yelled out. But her voice was cut off, when one of the shadows almost angrily swam down towards Rosalind. Knocking her away from Alexander. Knocking the Princess unconscious; almost as if the shadows were angry with Rosalind for trying to get help for Alexander.

A few guards near by had heard the plea for help; rushing into the drawing room to see their King and the Princess both on the floor. One of the guards picked up the knocked out Princess, whilst the others worked on moving the King; taking the pair somewhere safe. Somewhere they could rest and recover from any injuries either of them might have had sustained in the chaos.

The Hunger Games: Magical Twist (WolfLover + Frost Wolf)

Peyton Hastings

Aaron Walker

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Peyton's face remained somewhat creased with a worried expression, as she listened to her mentor. She had seen the games, to know the gruelling process; but they haven't always showed the entirety of the training sessions; getting down to the main events instead. Everyone always seemed to know what to say in the interviews, but right now she was thinking of what she would say herself. It hadn't really crossed her mind before, not till now when Alexander had mentioned it. "I barely even thought about the interview, till you mentioned it." Admitting with a sigh. She leaned against her seat.

"Don't worry kiddo, we can have a rundown of what you'll be asked. And if you need extra help. Aaron here has been through it all before, I am sure he'll be more than happy to give you some tips." The District's mentor had assured her. "Now, let's talk allies. You're new, and if you want to get far...you'll need some support from other districts in the game."

Peyton had seen the other tributes that had been chosen for this year. District 1 was out of the question. District 1 always thought they were the best, because they were the entitled, privileged ones in the entire of Panem. Never knowing them to take allies in the previous years. District 4, seemed like good allies. As Peyton had seem the two tributes get replaced by older volunteers. Finding it quiet sweet, that they had stepped up to replace the two 12 year olds that had originally been chosen at the reaping. The other districts were interesting to say the least. Each had theirs pros and cons, like everyone else. But some tributes did look thin and weak. The weakest links would get killed off first, no doubt about that. Peyton wasn't exactly the strongest one either; Aaron was the one that was the stronger one here. But she had other valuable skills and traits that made her a good pick for this years games. Unknown to her, that she was a descendent of the Charmed Ones. Her magical abilities hadn't come out of their shell so to speak. So her life was free of Demonic attacks...for now. But once she'd get a taste of her power, it would attract danger to her.

The trio discussing potential districts, that Peyton and Aaron should approach for allies. Making the journey to the capitol go much quicker. Finally the train seemed to be slowing down, Glancing out of the window. "Ah, we have arrived." Aaron announced. The districts probably arriving in order. District 12, was the furthest away from the capitol than all of the others. So the public had yet a long while to wait for their arrival. Getting out of the train, they were met with cheers and waves from the crowd as they made their way inside of the building, where all of the tributes would be staying before the games.

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Dante Ackhurst

Kira Smith

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A deep sigh escaped Kira, rolling her eyes into the back of her head as she heard Eleanor give her the third degree. It was clear that Kira would be bit of a trouble-maker, and hard to get along with. Finding the District 1 mentor already annoying, as she gave her the small pep talk. The girl thought she knew better. That was no different, if someone else was speaking to her. For she would have behaved the same way. "Save your breathe Eleanor!" Kira told her, leaning against her seat. "District 1 is the best, and will win this year. I don't need to re-think anything." Telling her mentor, in a rather bold way possible. But that attitude wouldn't get her very far, indeed. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was that kind of thinking, thinking and believing that she was better than everyone else; that would get her into trouble.

"Maybe you should listen to her." Dante sighed. At least he had the sense to listen to their Mentor and her guidance. That's what their mentor was there for. But Kira seemed to disprove of that; already making it difficult for the both of them. And they weren't in the arena yet. It was going to be a long process. Dante was slowly dreading this, especially if his fellow tribute would behave this way through the entirety of it all.

With a groan, Kira looked towards the blonde haired boy. "Why be such a goodie too shoes? Honestly. How embarrassing!" Scoffing in her annoyance.

As much as she would have enjoyed taking a bigger dig at him, it didn't take long for them to arrive in the capitol. Kira was the first one off the train, wanting to escape from the two annoyances. Her fellow tribute and their mentor. Putting on a fake smile, she waved to the crowd of excited people. Before marching her way into the building. Ignoring any other fellow tributes that were slowly arriving from other districts.

Dante on the other hand, followed out of the train with an exasperated sigh. As if he didn't worry enough about having to deal with the other Tributes, he also had to worry about Kira and how he would handle her 'attitude' for the duration of the Games. Maybe it was best, that he didn't over-think? Or it would get to him, if he thought it over to a deeper level. Making his way inside of the building. Everyone was waiting for their next instructions, as the other districts were arriving one by one. Getting settled into their assigned living areas.

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