• This section is for roleplays only.
    ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.

    Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.

Fantasy Festival For The Lonesome Noble Or How I Was Tricked Into Attending A Hookup Event For Unmarried Nobles [Fantasy/Light Romance]

OOC
Here
Characters
Here
Roland Welden
Allan6.jpg
Interactions: Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi Roland Violetti Violetti Seraphina & Wren
Mentions: TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen Lucia
​
It was a rare happening in his life that Roland found himself at a loss for words. But, after being grabbed and placed on the shoulders of the prince of a foreign nation, bottle of liquor still in hand, he was forced to admit that any appropriate quip for the situation escaped him. In fact, for the first few moments of being carted around, Roland simply stared at the bottle of brownish orange drink in his hand in a daze, wondering if the liquor had somehow gotten the better of him.

He took another sip just in case. Feeling the familiar burn in his throat. Seemed to him he was still quite awake. Then, perhaps instead of having gotten to him, that generously filled glass had gotten to Edwin instead. Either that, or Silversand had some customs that Roland was unfamiliar with.

He had to admit, the man was pretty fast. They made it to the sitting room in record time, though Roland would not have minded taking a bit longer in favor of a less bumpy ride. Well, he thought as he was let down, it could have worse. At least they hadn't been seen. He might not care much for propriety but he had a reputation and image to uphold, especially to a few specific people in attendance.

He turned at a sound from the other side of the room, coming face to face with one of those very same specific people in attendance. He groaned softly, raising his free hand to his face. Wonderful. Bloody wonderful. No better way to keep up a mysterious image than to stroll into a room on the shoulders of a prince. The entirely wrong kind of mysterious. He could only hope she thought this whole ordeal had been part of his supposed infiltration. Perhaps he should try to reinforce that next time he had the opportunity to speak to her. If she would even still accept an invitation.

He quickly lowered his free hand from his face, balling it into a fist and scraping his throat. Yes, why shouldn't he pretend this was all an act? "Ah, yes, evening. An... inspiring tome, I've been told." He said with a charming smile. No he hadn't. He'd never heard of the bloody book in the first place. Though he suspected she hadn't either. Unlike earlier that evening, he was almost glad when the woman turned to walk away. He'd closed it off confidently enough. She might actually believe him if he told her it was an act.

Except, instead of leaving him with Edwin and his thoughts of how to spin this into a believable tale, yet another figure darkened the doorway. Roland finally stepped away from Edwin, sinking down on the plush couch as the younger woman addressed the prince. He placed the bottle on the table in front of him, raising two fingers to his temple in thought. He did, however, look up and over as the woman mentioned princess Lucia having a gift for Edwin, following the conversation between the two intently from there.

He looked towards Edwin as the woman left. "I told you, that woman struck me as intense." He said, leaning on the edge of the couch. "I almost feel bad for her. Seeing how smitten you are with that one." He pointed at the now empty doorframe before laughing. "It's written all over your face my friend. Not only yours, I might add, she might be doing an even poorer job at hiding her feelings than you are." He reached for the bottle, holding it up. "Another drink?"
 
Lady Isolde​


1724596042428.png

Combat was not Isolde's strong suit, at least not the sort that involved physical weapons. She was much better suited to using her words and influence to deal with any situation that might have arisen that required martial prowess. While she could use a bow efficiently to fell animals, she preferred to use her bardic magic to soothe the savage beasts and avoid blood shed that way. Still, she was able to appreciate the skill that both the prince and the queen displayed. There was a smoothness to their fight, like a dance that had no pre-ordained steps. Given her knowledge of the witch queen, Isolde was sure that the woman had indeed allowed the young man to win. That was a wise decision if that had been the case. Egos were often fragile things, and it would likely benefit Ezra to not suffer a public loss to a maid of Princess Lucia given all that Davalandians had already suffered from their defeat. Lily was skilled with diplomacy, she would give her that.

Just as Isolde was giving a clap of her hands and congratulations to the two combatants, there was more of a commotion stirring. The redhead blinked rapidly in surprise to see the princess toting the carcass of a large lizard and drenched in blood as though she had decided to bathe in it. Was this a custom that she had simply not been informed about?! She had to admit that this gala was already far from the dull event she had been prepared for! Green eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the exchange between Lucia and Lilia. The tension in the air around Ria, Lucia, and Lilia was so thick that it could be cut with a blade. For once, the redhead decided to not press the issue.

So Princess Lucia was enamored with Prince Edwin after speaking to him for what was likely only a matter of moments. The very idea of it was baffling to Isolde since she had never formed such an infatuation with anyone else. Love didn't exist in her world. Oh, she was attracted to plenty of women and had found them intriguing for a short time. But that had always faded so rapidly since gaining the interest of others was so effortless to Isolde. The affection she gained from her paramours meant nothing to her because in the end...they bored her. There was nothing substantive to them to maintain her interest. So like a cat that finished playing with her prey, she severed the connections and moved to the next woman of interest. One might say that Isolde's existence was a bit empty in that regard. She had few friends, Roland being the only one she truly trusted, and a distant relationship with her brother and parents. Isolde was the woman that everyone knew of but no one truly seemed to know. Still, she didn't envy those who were so easily swayed by their emotional attachments to other people. While they were quite giddy when things were going well, they seemed down right miserable the moment that things were not perfect. And they were so reliant on how other people felt!

Nope, she was perfectly happy with her dalliances then exits, thank you!

Illesia speaking up brought her back to the present, and she noted that the number of people in the courtyard had slimmed down considerably. Ah, it seemed she had missed Wren and her sister taking their leave for the evening. That was a shame, but at least she didn't need to worry about Wren's safety now that she had made sure that Seraphina was well aware that her naive sister might need someone watching out for her. The fact that she had even gone so far as to worry about that was going to be brushed over by the redhead who had unofficially taken Wren under her guidance and therefore under her protection. Isolde had never taken on a pupil before...but well, she did enjoy new endeavors. And added to the least of her current interests was figuring out Countess Illesia. Wren's comment about their similar taste in pastries hadn't slipped her notice, and she was determined more than ever to gain an upper hand on the only woman at this gala that could possibly thwart any of Isolde's various plots. Which meant she needed to retire soon and begin strategizing.

"That demonstration was exceptional, and I must concede that it was a much closer bout than I had anticipated. Congratulations are in order to you both for your considerable skill, but especially to Prince Ezra for his victory." She smiled to Illesia and dipped into a curtsy, vibrant red locks brushing over her shoulders as she did so. "It was pleasure to finally be able to speak with you, Countess Illesia, and I do hope that we are able to find time to do so again when the time is not so late. Alas, I fear that I must retire. Have a lovely evening, and perhaps we will have the opportunity tomorrow to speak at length."

She turned to begin walking back into the castle when her steps led her right by a young woman standing further from where everyone else had been gathered. Now who was this beautiful young woman lurking on her lonesome?! Was she too nervous and shy to approach the others, or was she lurking and watching to gather information? Isolde was not one to discount a scheming mind behind a beautiful face, so it would behoove her to make sure that this woman knew that she had been seen. If she was simply shy then Isolde would have the opportunity to play with her at a future time. If she was scheming then being noticed so blatantly might check what ever plans she had been formulating. Truly a win-win situation. So, she took a few extra steps to approach Countess Ari.

"I apologize that I was negligent to notice your attendance among others gathered to watch the friendly sparring match that just occurred. A lady of your beauty stands out from the shadows like the moon illuminating a black velvet night sky, but alas, I fear that I was entirely too caught up in the moment. I am retiring for the evening, but I do hope that we have the opportunity in the future to have a lengthier introduction. As such, I will withhold asking for your name and refrain from giving my own. In their place, I will simply give you the promise that I will find you in the future to pick up this conversation." She gave a cheeky wink and a smile. "Til we meet then, my lady, I bid you a lovely evening."

Isolde then spun lightly on the balls of her feet, shoes not making a sound as she made her way to the room that she had been given to stay in while at this gala. Asking for directions had resulted in a quick route to the spacious room she had so graciously been given, and Isolde locked the door behind her prior to her readying for bed. She carefully hung up her dress to keep it from being wrinkled and changed into a comfortable night shift. The redhead sat at the small vanity near the window while taking her hair down from its intricate updo, her expression pensive. So far she was confident that she could gain the upper hand on everyone she had encountered. Queen Lilia had been terrible at keeping her guise in place as a maid, and Prince Ezra seemed like a decent fellow as capable as her own brother at playing the intricate games of court intrigue. A smile formed on her lips as she thought of Wren, the young woman having earned a special place of esteem in Isolde's eyes. She was just so endearing. No doubt with some guidance from Izzy, she could and would become a force to be reckoned with in court. Her sister had well earned her reputation, after all.

Then her expression darkened. Countess Illesia. She was harder to read than Izzy had anticipated, but she had noticed her very slight change in demeanor when she spoke with Isolde versus the others. Was it Izzy's reputation that got under her skin? Or did she have an equal difficulty in reading Izzy's intentions? Constantly being compared to the woman made Izzy want to prove her superiority...but the question was if Izzy wanted to prove that to herself or to Illesia? Something about Illesia's demeanor had triggered a rare response in Isolde. Her entire identity was wrapped up in how effortlessly she could poke the other players of the court in the Kingdom of Rubin to dance to her tune. She had heard the constant comparisons between herself and Illesia, but Isolde had always wagered that they were exaggerated. Now that she had actually met Illesia..she was being given a challenge to her role as the darling of the court and best instigator. She had barely given Izzy any reaction at all to work with! She had almost been dismissive of Izzy. No one could just dismiss Izzy!

Isolde set her brush down and looked in her own eyes in the mirror, a smile beginning to replace her previously pensive expression. It was strangely exhilarating, this feeling of for once not being in complete control of a social situation. She had no idea of how Illesia was going to respond. For her sake, she had just better hope that she did end up with another enemy like Lady Constance. Especially since Lady Constance, unbeknownst to Isolde, was also in attendance at this gala.

And unlike Isolde, she was very much aware that Countess Isolde was there.

Interacting with during her exit: TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen Sincerity Sincerity Daddy Dream Daddy Dream
 
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
To End The Night
ATREYAS CASTLE, GRAND HALLS

When Edwin let Roland down from his shoulders, the prince of Silversand rotated his shoulders some. It had been some time since he had carried another person: Not since the war. Neither had he carried one on his shoulders, either. A few gentle crackings here and there, and Edwin sighed in relief at the tension fading away. Edwin was finally able to sit down for the evening, until Seraphina appeared from the shadows.

"Ah, no need to call me such heavy titles, Edwin is just fi-" Edwin watched Seraphina quickly escaped the sitting room. He blinked in confusion, hand still waving the young lady away. Perhaps she was tired. Introductions could be given at a later time, supposedly. He did remember that Seraphina was accompanied by her sister, Wren. Perhaps they had made up? Or fixed the problem between the two with Wren's accidental quips?

Like the two sisters were strung together by an invisible thread, Wren peeked through the doorway, her head bowed low-whether through embarrassment or through the fact she saw Edwin staring at her earlier, and felt awkward at his presence now he was not so sure. But all the same, his heart began to bounce around in its tiny shell. He kept a decent composure, staring at Wren's hair rather than her gentle face.

"A gift? I didn't order a gift... Or ask for one. Are you sure Lady Wren?" His hand raised to try and keep Wren from leaving, but it seemed as if the Ravenwood Lineage were experts at dumping information, and promptly leaving thereafter. A good tactic in battle, perhaps they were masters at the field... Edwin stood there dumbfounded, but also longing to see Wren once more.

"Smitten?!" Edwin recoiled, looking at Roland with shock plastered all over his face. "I.. I would not know, not yet at least. A pretty face does not mean I know much about her, Roland." He sighed softly, sitting down on the plush and comfy couch, opposite to Roland. "You say she's feeling the same, but I think she's feeling awkward. She caught me staring at her once. Any logical explaination would point towards her feeling a bit off-kilter when there's a creep staring at you." His finger traced the ring of the cup beside him.

Finally when he was finished sulking for a few seconds, he answered with his cup raised. "One more drink, and then I will probably be off to bed myself." He smiled to Roland.

Interactions: Key of Stars Key of Stars Violetti Violetti

Code by Serobliss
 
Lilia noticed that Seraphina was clearly unnerved by Lucia's catch and probably the blood associated with it. It seemed to force her to retreat for the night. All Lilia could do was offer her apologies for the actions of her niece. "I dearly apologize for the lady, Lady Seraphina. I hope your good night's rest will calm your humour. It would be a pleasure to receive your presence in the morning." Lilia said while offering a bow to Seraphina while the latter turned in for the night. Wren follow suit and left as well.

Another face, one that had previously arrived, a lady by the name of Illesia seemed to want to speak with Seraphina but didn't have the chance to. As soon as Seraphina was gone, it seemed that Illesia had turned her attention back towards the others still present.

The redhead, Isolde, congratulated "Lily" and Ezra on their battle and complimented them on their skills, before praising Ezra for his will. Lilia nodded in acknowledgement. However even Isolde decided to return to her quarters for the night, wishing the others a farewell before turning to Illesia to flirt a little with her before leaving. "Oh my, aren't you a philandress." Lilia remarked. It seemed Isolde was quite the flirty kind, particularly with other women.

But as with the others, Lilia decided to call it a day and return to her quarters as well. She first had to keep an eye out for the siblings to make sure they weren't getting into trouble again. Especially since Lucia seemed to be smitten with Edwin to an excessive degree. Lilia gave a curtsy before stating her plans: "I guess I will follow suit and return to my quarters as well since I need to tend to Lady Lucia and make sure she has gotten cleaned up."

She turned to Ezra. "I will bring you your breakfast in the morning and we could talk a little." She said. "I anticipate our meeting tomorrow and wish you a good night." After that, Lilia made her exit.

Lucia and Ria

"I think my shoulders have bruises already." Ria groaned. His shoulders still hurt from when Lilia gripped him tightly. "That demon woman would seriously hurt me one day. I cannot afford that with my delicate body."

"I thank you though for trying to have my back. But I need to get cleaned up and changed before aunt Lilia gets mad." Lucia replied. She returned to the bathroom to get all washed up, but instead of putting on her nightgown, she put on clothes for the intent to sneak out again and visit her darling Edwin. Ria helped her pick out an outfit that they thought would be attractive to Edwin but one that Lucia could venture out in. It ended up being a blue and white sailor collar top with a lace trim with black shortalls, lacy black thigh-highs with garters and a lacy white and blue choker. Ria put on a matching outfit but with a lace-trimmed suspender skirt instead of shortalls.

The two ventured out to find Edwin's mansion and eventually found it. Lucia scaled the wall to reach a window. She couldn't see Edwin anywhere. As she tried to open the window, she lost her footing and started to fall. Just as she thought she would hurt herself, she was caught by someone. "That was a good catch, Ri---" Lucia said before freezing mid sentence as she noticed that her aunt had caught her.

"Now what are you two troublemakers doing out here?" Lilia said. Lucia tried to explain herself: "I--I just wanted to surprise my darling, Edwin and maybe sneak into Lady Wren's place afterwards. You are mad, aren't you?"

Lilia sighed as she let down Lucia. "I am not mad, I am just baffled. What makes you think that breaking into someone's quarters is going to make them like you? If anything, if you get caught, they'd see you as a creep or some kind of pervert." Lilia explained.

"But, I just wanted to see him. I didn't mean to do anything bad." Lucia said with a whiny voice. Lilia then said: "Listen, maybe you should take things slower Lucia. Maybe get to know him and do nice things for him. Just don't invade his private spaces without his permission. Do you understand?" Lucia hesitantly nodded.

"Now come let's head back and get some sleep." Lilia said before the three returned to their quarters to sleep.


The next morning...

Lilia was up early to make breakfast for Ezra. She had marinated some of the lizard meat before heading to bed. In the morning, the meat was tender and ready to be cooked. She decided to make an omelette for Ezra with slices of bacon and a vegetable soufflรฉ. To top it off, she made a little apple tart. She cast a spell on the food to keep it warm and fresh as she brought it over to Ezra's place. But before she went over, she quickly changed from a simple dress with an apron to her formal witch clothing which consisted of a knee-long black and purple embroidered dress, black stockings, exquisite flat sole shoes, a black choker and a long black hooded cloak with embroidery.

As she brought the food over to Ezra's place, she was stopped by guards. "What is your purpose here?" One of the guards asked. Lilia answered: "I am honoring the conditions of my wager with Ezra. I were to wake him and serve him breakfast." "You don't look like much of a maid as we were told of." The guard replied. Lilia then shot back: "Well, I am quite a bit more than just a maid though. So please let me though."

The guard looked at each other and eventually let Lilia through. She was shown to Ezra's bedroom and set the breakfast on a table in the room. Lilia sat down by the bedside and gently said: "Wake up sleepyhead. I have brought delicious food for you. If it wakes you up quicker, I can say a queen made it for you."

Mentioned: Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi

Interaction with: Sincerity Sincerity Violetti Violetti Daddy Dream Daddy Dream redroseknight redroseknight
 
Last edited:

Illesia Mondessa
Illesia woke in her room with a groan, having not known what had happened after she tried conversing with the winners of the fight. Rubbing her head and running her fingers gently through her hair, she slowly slid from her bed and shuffled over to her vanity to see the damage of her previous night. Surprisingly, she was dressed in a night gown and her hair was well taken care of, not what she was expecting since she didn't bring any servants with her. She wondered who could have helped her ready herself to bed last night before shaking her head and getting herself ready.

She styled her hair with a simple braided style and walked to her closet to find a casual dress from her homeland. She pursed her lips some as she looked through the options, wishing she could have brought other clothes with her rather than all dresses, but this is what she had. Maybe she could go shopping and select a few articles of clothes that would better suit the attire of where she was at. Sighing some, she picked out a dress and slipped into it, standing in a mirror as she fiddled with it, trying to get it to flow right. Once finished, she applied a light touch of makeup before heading out to get in some fresh morning air.

Illesia took a stroll through the gardens of the castle, admiring the plants and occasionally seeming like she was talking to them. In reality, Illesia was conversing with some spirits she had spotted wondering around. She learned of the happenings of the castle and the many stories that the walls have seen over the years. She was very entertained by the answers and often found herself gently laughing as the ghosts would get energetic about a new gossip they heard. So far, she found the small group entertaining, and sat down at a bench to relax as they continued to hang around.

543da0affddb5b754b04c636f2cd5d47.jpg
83106b4da9e24d3e1500944ff957cd6c.jpg
 
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
Fighting the Storm
Atreyas Castle, Edwin's Suite

With his last drink, Edwin bid Roland farewell and set off to his suite. Once there Edwin sat down on the end of his bed. The silence around him was deafening, and the only comfort Edwin found was when he rubbed his hands together gently. The day was full of many incredible and unlikely things happening. Edwin supposed that this event wasn't all that bad after all. Edwin had been able to drive back the demon that plagued his thoughts for an hour or so with Roland's aid.. But it seemed to scratch back into him.

The water was running hot by the time Edwin removed his clothes. A couple of scars found their home on the body of the Prince. Some small, others jagged. But there was one that seemed to stick out compared to the others, far more detailed than the rest. A long, clean, stab-wound scar placed directly against his left breast, just a knick away from his beating heart. The crimson haired Prince dragged his finger across it slowly, the pain has long since left that particular spot, but the memories that remained haunts the noble Prince of Silversand to this day..

Edwin submerged himself into the hot bath, and began to clean himself. A solemn silence filled the air as he reminisced about the events that led up to that very scar..

---
"I will be just fine, Mother. United Ostlandia is just a few days away on horseback. If I go now, I will meet this kind youung lady you have so graciously set me up with." Edwin chuckled, while he led his horse to the edge of a path. His mother stood by his side and seemed rather worried at him going all alone.

"Won't you please take a carriage? You can take a few knights with you! It's never a good idea to travel alone. Bandits can be afoot you know!" His mother pleaded, despite her better judgement. Edwin would never listen.

Edwin shook his head with a smile. "Mother, I will be fine. The war is over, and Silversand prospers. My days of travel have seen the last light, and much like you and father both say: it is high time I get looking for a wife." He smiled, reassuring his mother. "I won't be that far away."

With the parting of mother and son, Edwin was off. Fate seemed to have other plans for the Prince of Silversand. By the time he had made it to the border of United Ostlandia, he found himself unable to look past the plight of the commonfolk. He rode towards them, with the intention to help.

"What troubles you, friend?" He spoke to the old man.

"My daughter, and her betrothed... They have been taken from our homes! The man was shrouded in the dead of night! His horse rode them out.. I must go quickly and ask for help!" The old man would have run off until Edwin stepped in.

"I will go, just tell me the way he went. If it was in the early morning I still have time to track him down." Edwin knew he would be neglecting his duty to meet a noble woman here in Ostlandia, but the cries of the commonfolk meant more to him than idle chit-chat and prodding of the minds.

With the information known, Edwin turned his back on Ostlandia and made for...Davaland?
---

"What do you know of love." Edwin muttered to himself, the words punched him in the stomach. By this time, Edwin had withdrew from his bath and stood near the balcony of the suite. He felt the wind pick up, and on the horizon a crash of lightning flashed. Any normal man would close the doors to the balcony and reside inside, except Edwin. He wanted to face the storm...

And kill what was in it.

..4 AM..


Edwin had geared himself up for his adventure. His little session with the demon. This morning would be the end of it all, the end of the rotten words and distorted laughter that beat Edwin down. A long sleeved, white tunic. Black pants, a red sash wrapped tightly around the waist. And medium length black boots. Edwin pulled himself together and finally hopped over the balcony and down into the Gardens below.

There, Edwin spotted a rabbit that seemed to be waiting for someone it had met earlier, a woman so kind and gentle. Dutifully sat near a small clearing. When Edwin arrived, the rabbit seemed less than excited. To which Edwin laughed softly, kneeling down he offered the rabbit a gentle pet. "I'm sorry for dashing the hopes of seeing someone else, my dear little friend. Remain hopeful, you will meet with them again for sure."

Departing from the rabbit, Edwin finally made it to the beach. The storm had finally rolled its way towards the castle and urged the waves viciously. Edwin stared blankly at the storm rolling in, with the rain pouring down upon him. "This will do just fine." Edwin said to himself, as he spotted a small boat. Sparing no time, Edwin descended into the open waters..

--
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!" Edwin's voice roared out against the frosted snow. Puffs of smoke billowing out of his mouth.

"WHAT IS NECESSARY, MY DEAR PRINCE!" A man stood above Edwin upon a hill, multiple commonfolk were restrained behind the man. "You were TOO WEAK! To go against Livania, and because of your INACTION! You cost Silversand reputation, you cost us POWER!" He snarled down at Edwin. "I FOLLOWED YOUR ORDERS! BUT IT BROUGHT ME NO SATISFACTION!"

"YOU FOOL!!" Edwin snapped back. "YOU INTEND TO RESTART THE WAR BY WHAT!? CAUSING A MASSACRE?! SPILLING INNOCENT BLOOD!?!" Edwin moved forward, just an inch.

"Make one more step, Prince Edwin." The man stared down at him. "I will ensure your body is riddled with holes by arrows." The man grabbed a man from the ranks of commonfolk. Sizing him up, then looking down at Edwin. "A month, you followed my tracks for an entire month just to find yourself in a terrible spot. You think you can save all of them? United Ostlandia must pay with blood for not entering the war. Among other things, it is time we--THE SILVERSAND EMPIRE! Take full control. You were far too weak to lead your men to victory, but I---I am strong enough to become victorious."

"Don't DO IT MARCUS! LEAVE THEM!" Edwin reached out, just as the blade pierced the man through...
--
The crash of thunder and lightning reeled Edwin back to reality, as he gripped the rope taught, feeling a familiar burn tear through his hand. He yelled out in wrathful agony. He let that man down, if he were more intuitive he could have stopped Marcus before he had spilled innocent blood.

A wave crashed into Edwin, steering his small boat to the side and spinning around rapidly. To regain control Edwin put all of his might to force the direction opposite of where he was spinning. Correcting its course, Edwin yelled out to the storm yet his yells were swallowed whole by the wind and the rain.
---
He could feel the barrage of arrows pierce his skin, but all he could see was red. Edwin drew his sword Climbing the hill like a savage animal as he struck down Marcus' small platoon of soldiers. The coward withdrew himself after throwing the man over the cliff. But Edwin would fight, and fight viciously he would. Tearing through the small ranks of soldiers, Edwin seethed as he dragged his sword across the crimson coated snow.. He kept his speed at a blinding pace, as he pulled each and every arrow out of him.

Marcus surprised Edwin, throwing himself into the Prince and knocking him over. The two fought, with Marcus gaining the upperhand and kicking Edwin into a tree. There, he grabbed a woman from among the imprisoned. Forced Edwin to watch. "Look at this one, in the eyes." Marcus laughed, as he drove his sword into the woman's own heart.. Straight into Edwin as well.

Edwin could see the light dying from the young woman, and all he could think was how she looked familar...The old man..His daughter.
---
The boat was hitting the limit of what it could take, but Edwin needed to overcome this. "YOU WILL TROUBLE ME NO LONGER!!!" He shouted out, but was quickly shut down as a giant wave pushed Edwin overboard. The force of which shoved Edwin deep into the ocean, while the storm above tore apart the boat.. Edwin remained under the water, soaking up the silence afforded to him....If he stayed underneath the water, would it all go away? Would the pain he felt of failure finally disappear? It was his fault. All of it was his fault, the life of a woman, the happiness of a father. The love shared between a wife and husband. All taken away...

Edwin closed his eyes...He did not deserve to live.

--
Edwin had blacked out, but small details of the events that transpired were left with him. Tearing through the sword, cutting down Marcus in one swipe, and the agony thereafter. When he awoke, he almost thought himself in the afterlife. But a healer had found the group along his way, and though he could save Edwin, he could not save all the people that Marcus had killed.. Most of this time was a blur, but all the corpses left in the wake were given their proper burials and dressings... Edwin found the betrothed that evening as well, taking the woman that had died with a sword through the heart back to Ostlandia. She was wrapped in white cloth, covering her features.

"I am sorry.." Edwin started to speak, but felt he had nothing to say. What could he say? The man before him had gone through hell, and to see his beloved mercilessly slaughtered at the end of the nightmare was the worst part of it. The man regarded Edwin with a bitter stare.

"You are not welcome." The man responded, carrying his beloved in his arms.

"I know. I do not deserve your forgiveness.. Nor will I ever ask of it."

The man cut him off coldly. "What do you know of love?" He faced away from Edwin. "Do you believe yourself worthy of it?"

Edwin could not answer..

"You nobles fight, and argue, and kill. You do battle with other nobles to satisfy your boring, safe lives. You throw us into the mix, people who only hope to live a life worth living... Once you're good and ready to cause us harm, hardships, or more...You throw our lives away like they meant nothing. You do not know love, Sir. You do not know what it feels like when your beloved finally tells you that she is with child...Only to have it be ripped away from you the next night after. To overcome hell by the hand of a total stranger only to see the life you would soon bless this world with be snuffed out by a cold, indifferent hand!" The man cried out. Banging his fist against a tree.

"To top it all off, you know not the time and effort it takes to establish a deep connection with someone.. All you know is how to live freely. Live the way you desire. Live without consequence.. I am returning home, and I am burying my wife and child together.. One day I will soon join them. Leave me.." The man said.

So Edwin did...
---
Edwin continued to drift through the ocean, sorting through the trauma; the pain, the anger, the failure, all of it. His hands tightened as he tried his hardest to see it through to the end. That was when his eyes shot open, with a renewed strength in them. Edwin surged towards the surface, head blasting out of the waves. He began to pull himself towards a piece of wood that broke off from the boat. Gripping it hard as he could, he kicked his feet, pushing himself towards land.

Edwin did not deserve what he had been given. He did not deserve love nor did he deserve life. The man he failed, and the old man he had broken his promise to were the reasons behind why he felt so off about this event. Were the words spoken to him that day true? Did he deserve love? Did he understand it? Was he even worthy of it?

Edwin would find out.

He would fight his hardest to stave off the feelings of inadequacy. Fight to earn what he felt he did not deserve. That was entirely the reason for this event in the first place. To fight for the right to love. Edwin kicked harder, pushing himself further. The storm had saw the end of its warpath, and the waves returned to normal, even helping push Edwin ashore. By the time it was 7 AM, Edwin had finally been thrown onto wet sand. Dragging himself towards land he coughed and panted hard. One hand on his knee, he pushed himself right up and sighed in relief...

Looking at the entirety of Atreyas Castle, Edwin rested his hands on his hips. His clothes soaked, and sand seasoned generously all over. "Looks like I've got some work to do...Time to take this event seriously." Edwin finally said...

"But first...I need to find new clothes." Edwin frowned, looking all over his body. Marching his way back to his suite through the main path. He found his way towards a bench, with which he seemed to find someone sitting there. "Hello there!" He waved to Illesia.

Interactions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

Code by Serobliss
 
Last edited:
Lady Isolde

1725633946478.png
​
It was a brand new day, and that meant there was a bevy of opportunities for her to both cause mischief and gain information that might be beneficial to her brother. While she was having fun interacting with others from other kingdoms that she had never spoken to before, she was still aware of the fact that her presence could be of a benefit to Rhodri. Rhodri might have been a dullard and their relationship not exhibiting the same affection seen in other families, but Isolde did care about him and his success as the Count of Aewenys. Likewise Rhodri cared about his sister and tried his damnedest to protect her from the fallout that her constant romancing of women caused. Unfortunately, he couldn't protect Isolde from the consequences of her behavior forever even if he did put in quite a bit of effort toward that endeavor. While she could be protected from most threats, the largest threat to Isolde's safety was herself.

Ignorant of any issues she might be causing for herself, the redhead arose from her bed with a bounce to her step. Why wouldn't she be in a fabulous mood? Out of her mind were her concerns the night before regarding Illesia. No doubt those nagging thoughts of comparisons between herself and the other woman would re-emerge once they were engaging in conversation again, but for now she was optimistic about the day. Since there was no grand gala planned, the redhead was not dressed in the same finery that she had been wearing the night before. Normally she would have donned some trousers and a simple tunic in order to be prepared for a trek through the wilds to play her music to the accompaniment of bird songs. That was not on the agenda for the day, but she decided to still wear modest apparel since she had already established her opulence the night before. A brown skirt adorned her legs and stopped at the toes of her black boots that did assist in giving the already tall elf a bit of extra height. A white flowing shirt with billowy sleeves was chosen, the cuffs tied closely at her wrists so that the sleeves didn't get in her way. Overtop the shirt she chose a black and green doublet so that she was presentable but allowed some freedom.

Isolde stepped from her chambers with her violin case in hand, green eyes first surveying if there were any occupants to be found close by. There were a few servants mingling in the corridor leading from the guest chambers to connect to the larger hallway, and Isolde decided to take the opportunity to greet the young women. No one gave Izzy information like the various servants she charmed with her playful attitude. She gained information on some nobles that she hadn't really interacted with before, and she tucked those small pieces of information away for later use. While it wouldn't have seemed like much, knowing that tapping sounds truly grated on Lord Alistair's nerves could be vital if she wanted to push him to action either to further her goals or just for amusement.

Light steps brought the red haired elf toward the dining hall just as a familiar face entered from another wing. Green eyes locked with stormy grey as both women were caught by surprise at this impromptu meeting. A smile swiftly formed on Isolde's lips, the redhead truly not thinking much of the fact that Constance was indeed at this event. While she would have rather have not ended up running into the woman, she couldn't foresee her being a true issue. It wasn't as though Izzy was actually looking for love or marriage; she was just here to be entertained and to network with others. So in her mind, this awkwardness might be the worst it.

Grey eyes narrowed since the blonde woman was not of the same mind as her former paramour. In fact, it only served to ignite more of her rage to see Isolde smile so blithely as though their entire history was so far in the past that it no longer came to mind. Had she truly meant so little to Izzy that the woman scarcely remembered her? It cut her heart deeply to think of how Isolde had no doubt immediately moved on, whispering sweet nothings in other women's ear just the same as she had in Constance's. Did she kiss them just the same? Her hand curled into a tight fist, but Isolde was the one to speak first.

"Good morrow, Lady Constance. I had not seen you last night so I had no idea that you were attending. Quite surprising to see you here; I had thought you would have chosen a suitor eons ago."

"I had chosen a suitor, Lady Aewenys, but they had deemed me unworthy of their time. Likewise I am surprised to see you here. Marriage, indeed any lasting relationship, is beyond your ken," the blonde stated with quite a bit of bite to her words. It didn't matter that it had been nigh on a decade since their relationship ended; Constance had only mired herself in resentment and loathing rather than moving on to find someone who would appreciate her. Where love had once lived in her heart there was only room for her thirst for vengeance. Hurting Isolde was her obsession now.

Oblivious to the fact that she was playing with fire, Isolde laughed and gave a nod of her head. "That is true that marriage is not something I seek, but my brother requested I attend and so I have. Not that I am complaining, mind you. It is wonderful getting the opportunity to meet so many people from other realms. Rare is it that Rubin entertains such visitors. Especially ones as beautiful as those in attendance." Tension formed across Constance's shoulders as Isolde laughed. The redhead flashed an impish grin even as Constance's jaw tightened.
"I should begin mingling with aforementioned new friends, but I am pleased to see that you are faring well. Till we meet again, Lady Constance."

Constance's hand shook from how tightly she was clenching her fist, grey eyes glowering at Izzy's back when the woman turned from her. 'Pleased to see that you are faring well'? She wasn't faring well at all! And how dare she act like she ever cared! Just like that Izzy was already hunting her next quarry, the redhead no doubt flirting with every single woman she met. She was going to fill them all with false hope and make them enamored only to eventually turn around and shatter their hearts.

But she was going to end that madness one day. She was going to make Isolde pay some how so that she could make sure that there stopped being victims of Isolde. One way or another...she would make it end.
 

Illesia Mondessa
Illesia looked up and her brows raised as she stood and gave a respectful bow. "Good morning Your Highness, its a pleasure to see you full of energy so early in the morning." Illesia spoke kindly and raised her head, a soft smile on here lips. She had just been listening to the resident spirits and softly bit the inside of her lip as her kind smile faded to a soft one. She had a flickering thought of him having heard her talking to herself, but judging by his state, the thought didn't stick around.

"Might I inquire what you were doing so early this morning? You look a mess." Illesia commented with a touch of concern, waving down a maid for a towel. "And its not exactly warm enough to be dripping wet either." She continued, receiving the towel and walking over to hand it to him. As she came closer, her eyes examined Edwin with interest. She didnt see him much, if at all, yesterday during the banquet but that didn't surprise her. From the information she heard from the spirits, he seemed to have been more reserved and to himself. It would explain why she didn't get a chance to interact with him, so she was going to try to now.
 





  • Seraphina Ravenwood








    Interacting With: Wren
    Mentioned: Lucia, Izzy, Ezra, R, Edwin, Illesia TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi Daddy Dream Daddy Dream Key of Stars Key of Stars Sincerity Sincerity redroseknight redroseknight

    โ–โ–โ–​

    The soft glow of candlelight flickered across Seraphina's bedchamber as she sank deeper into the warm embrace of her bath. Rose petals floated on the water's surface, their delicate scent mingling with the steam that rose in lazy tendrils. From her perch on Seraphina's bed, Wren's animated voice filled the air, painting vivid pictures of the evening's grandeur.

    "Oh, Phina, The Great Hall was truly a sight! The chandeliers were dripping with crystals, and the way they caught the lightโ€”it was like a thousand stars had fallen from the sky." Wren's eyes sparkled with excitement. "And the gowns! I witnessed a lady that wore the most exquisite emerald silk, and someone else had pearls woven into her hair."

    Seraphina couldn't help but smile, her sister's enthusiasm a soothing balm after the intensity of the night. "You make it sound so magical. What of the food?"
    "Divine, as you told me it was!"     Wren exclaimed, flopping back onto the plush coverlet. "The pastries were so light they practically melted on your tongue, and the most decadent chocolate truffles I've ever tasted."

    Seraphina chuckled, trailing her fingers through the warm water. "Well, it seems your worries were unfounded after all. You managed to make quite a few acquaintances tonight."

    Wren propped herself up on her elbows, her expression brightening. "A blessing, wasnโ€™t it?โ€

    Seraphinaโ€™s brow furrowed slightly. "Though, I did notice you befriended the Countess of Aewenys. I do not doubt her sincerity entirely, but I wonder if it's wise to be close with a woman known toโ€ฆleave a trail of hearts in her wake. It could mean trouble for you if not careful." There wasnโ€™t animosity in her tone, only gentle concern for her sister.

    Wren's lips pursed thoughtfully. "I appreciate your concern sister, but the Countess seemed nothing but generous, truly! Perhaps she simply hasn't found the right person yet. Itโ€™s not her fault if she hasn't met her match. Everyone deserves a chance at happiness."

    "I suppose you're right,"     Seraphina conceded, then arched an eyebrow. "What about you, dear sister? Have you found 'the right one' yet?"

    Wren fell silent, her gaze turning inward as she considered the question. Memories of the day's encounters flashed through her mind: Princess Lucia's passionate determination, Prince Ezra's stormy eyes hiding depths of emotion, Countess Izzy's confident allure, Duchess Illesia's captivating charm. And then there was Prince Edwin, with his crimson gaze that seemed to swallow the entire room. Their fleeting encounters left her with some type of feeling.
    A soft smile played at the corners of her lips. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted. "I am learning that true love might be more complex than I once thought. But I am certain that this is the beginning of many friendships in my future. And that... that's enough to fill my entire being with more happiness than any one person could give." She turned her head, meeting Seraphina's eyes. "What about you, Phina? Has anyone caught your eye?"

    Seraphina hesitated, her mind immediately conjuring the image of R. Ah, mysterious R. The way he had wrapped invisible threads around her, challenging her at every turn. She knew involving herself with a man like him could bring nothing but trouble, and yet... she was intrigued. It was nothing more than curiosity, she told herself. Like reading a captivating book, eager to see what the next chapter would reveal.
    Sinking a little lower in the tub, Seraphina forced a light tone into her voice. "Oh, nobody has struck my fancy, really. But I'm enjoying the festivities."

    Wren's brow furrowed, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. "Well, perhaps you'll change your mind as the week goes on. There's still plenty of time for romance to blossom!"

    Seraphina hummed noncommittally, letting the warm water lap at her chin. As Wren launched into another story about the ball, Seraphina's thoughts drifted. She knew she had just lied to her sister, and the weight of that deception settled uncomfortably in her chest. But how could she explain the inexplicable pull she felt towards R, when she barely understood it herself? The man was a criminal! It was best to keep this under the table for now until she knew more about his motives.
    With a small sigh, Seraphina closed her eyes, allowing the soothing scent of the rose petals to wash over her. Whatever the coming days might bring, she knew one thing for certain: the game had only just begun.

    โ–โ–โ–
    The Following Morning
    ​
    pixxa.png
    ​
    Dawn's tender fingers stretched across the sky as Seraphina quietly slipped from her chambers, leaving Wren peacefully slumbering in the tangle of silken sheets. The previous night's revelry still clung to the air, a whispered reminder of laughter, drama, and intrigue.
    With her canvas and painting supplies gathered in hand, she set out of castle, her feet carrying her up the winding path that hugged the mountainside.
    The world seemed to hold its breath in the aftermath of a tempestuous storm. The air hung heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and salt spray. Seraphina's keen eyes took in the scene before her: the beach below, a stretch of sand the color of spun gold, and beyond it, the vast expanse of the ocean. The sky, a masterpiece of nature's own making, was awash with hues of lavender and rose, streaked with ribbons of amber that heralded the sun's imminent arrival.

    Setting up her easel with practiced ease, Seraphina began to paint. Her brush danced across the canvas, capturing the essence of the moment with each deft stroke. The ocean's cascading waves came to life beneath her handโ€”a chaotic yet rhythmic force of nature. She painted the way the light caught the crests of the waves, turning them into liquid diamonds, and how the deeper waters held secrets in their inky depths. She captured the interplay of elementsโ€”the way the wind carved patterns in the sand and the dance of seabirds wheeling overhead.

    As the painting took shape, a flicker of movement caught Seraphina's eye. Her eyebrows rose in surprise as she watched a figure wash ashore, the waves depositing him onto the sand like a gift from the sea itself. Squinting against the brightening light, she recognized the bedraggled form as none other than the Crown Prince of Silversand.
    For a moment, Seraphina's hand hovered over her canvas, contemplating whether to work this unexpected element into her composition. The artist in her saw the potentialโ€”the contrast of human vulnerability against the raw power of nature. Yet, before she could decide, the scene shifted once more.

    The prince rose, shaking off the sea's embrace, and waved to a figure further down the beach. Seraphina's breath caught in her throat as she beheld Duchess Illesia, resplendent even in the early morning light. The duchess's gown, a marvel of design, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly grace, perfectly complementing her delicate features. The combination of the duchess in such a raw environment struck a chord in the artistโ€™s soul within her.

    In that instant, all thoughts of her original painting fled Seraphina's mind. With a sense of urgency that she rarely felt, she turned to a fresh canvas. Her brush moved with wild abandon, yet each stroke was placed with meticulous precision. The world around her faded away as she poured her sudden inspiration onto the blank page.
    Emerging from her artistic fervor, Seraphina found she had created a rough yet captivating sketch of the Duchess. In her rendition, Illesia was transformed into a being of myth and legendโ€”a goddess of sea and shore. Her silver hair, adorned with delicate wildflowers and shimmering seashells, cascaded like a waterfall of moonlight. The duchess's eyes held the depth and mystery of the ocean itself, while her skin seemed to glow with an inner light that rivaled the dawn.

    The gown Seraphina had painted was a marvel, appearing to be woven from sea foam and morning mist. It clung to Illesia's form before billowing out around her feet, merging seamlessly with the waves that lapped at her ankles. In one hand, the duchess held a conch shell, its spiraling form echoing the golden ratio found throughout nature. Her other hand was outstretched, fingers splayed as if commanding the very tides. Seabirds circled overhead, their wings catching the light in a way that made them appear to be trailing stardust.

    As she put the finishing touches on this impromptu masterpiece, Seraphina realized she had been biting the corner of her lip, a habit she thought long abandoned. The taste of salt on her tongue mirrored the scene before her, grounding her in the moment. Stepping back, Seraphina regarded her work with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The raw energy of the piece was undeniable, a testament to the sudden surge of inspiration that had gripped her. As her eyes traced the lines of Duchess Illesia's face, a small smile tugged at the corners of Seraphina's mouth. Perhaps, she had finally discovered her muse. The thought both thrilled and terrified her, for she knew that true inspiration was as unpredictable and powerful as the sea itself.










 
Roland Welden
Allan6.jpg
Mentions: Violetti Violetti Seraphina​

Roland woke up feeling awful, suitably awful, considering the amount of liquor he'd drank the night before. Either way, Allan tearing open the curtains in front of the big glass doors leading to the outside patio certainly didn't help his headache.

"Rise and shine, master Roland." Roland sighed, sitting up in the large bed. "Right, angry at me for getting away from you yesterday, are you?" He asked, pressing a hand to his forehead with a groan. "I have no idea what you're referring to master Roland. It is simply my job to wake you." Allan responded, moving on to open the other curtains. "Lady Abigail sent you a response, it arrived about an hour ago along with a vial of liquid she said you should drink." He added, gesturing to the nightstand.

Roland lowered his hand, picking up the vial and swirling it in front of his face. "Did you test it for poison?" He asked, observing the orange-brown liquid inside. "No, in fact, lady Abigail told me to tell you to 'not get too full of yourself'." Roland chuckled lightly, groaning at the sharp pain in his head. "Fair enough, if she wanted to be duchess she'd have gotten rid of me long ago. Well, down the hatch." He pulled the cork of the vial, pouring the liquid in his mouth and swallowing it all in one gulp.

The effect was remarkable, causing the headache to fade to the background almost instantly. "Allan, please do tell my sister she's a genius when you get the chance." Roland instructed, placing the empty vial on the nightstand and reaching for the letter, unfolding it and starting from the top.

Dear brother,

Typical that the first message you send me from the event is a request. I will oblige, because it isn't often that you ask me for a request that is not business like in nature.

The lady in question is Duchess Seraphina Ravenwood, she controls the Ravenwood duchy in United Ostlandia. It's quite a significant duchy, known for it's wineries. I've procured a bottle of their most expensive vintage from a local importer for you. It's up to you what you'll do with it.

My sources suggest she's never before been romantically involved, though not for lack of suitors. In that way, she certainly does remind me of a certain brother of mine. I've long pushed you to find a beneficial union, let this be the one.

p.s.

I doubt you have had time to look at the papers yet this morning, with the state you must no doubt have been in before drinking my newest invention, but I should inform you of the passing of count Ulster, truly tragic.

His child is not yet old enough to look over the County, so his widow has agreed to yield control of the Ulster's trade routes to us for a period of 10 years. Of course, we will receive half of the profits but will bear all the costs. The contract states that should the heir to the Ulster family be unable to oversee the routes after the agreed upon time period, we will officially receive the rights and stand to gain all the profits.

A profitable arrangement for us. Especially should something happen to the heir. Though let us pray no other tragedy befalls the Ulster family for a few years.

I'm keeping an eye out for you.

Abigail
​
Roland sighed, he didn't fully agree with his sister's way of doing business, but count Ulster had been a rotten man through and through. Few would mourn for the man and more than a few would even celebrate his untimely demise.

"Allan," He called out, placing the letter on the nightstand. "Get rid of that letter and get me supplies to write a letter to duchess Seraphina Ravenwood." He wrote the letter personally, requesting her to spend some time with him at the next gathering, signing it 'R' and closing it with a stamp-less piece of wax before handing it to Allan. "Please make sure it's delivered immediately along with the bottle of wine Abigail sent."
 
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
Ghostly Enchantress
ATREYAS CASTLE, Beachside

Conversations started out very easy to proceed with. Edwin smiled at Illesia, while shaking his head. "Please, Edwin is just fine. My title is useless for this event." He smiled brightly to the young noble woman. There was the oft chance he noticed she was talking to herself, this Illesia. Although Edwin had to say--he talked to himself too. More often than not he would consult his own decisions with his two halves before making a choice. So it wasn't that weird.

"Ah! I was--Fighting the storm in the early morning hours." Edwin smiled, as if that was a normal thing to do for any person. He waved his hand as she tried to ask a maid for a towel, but much like the other women of this event--it seemed that Illesia had a backbone that Edwin conveniently lacked. After backing down, and accepting the towel. He proceeded to clean his face with it, the sand fluttering off of him. Then he pulled the soaked white tunic off, exposing the scars displayed on his body, and the one close to his heart. He continued to pat and dry himself off, without much of a concern that Illesia was nearby.

"Lady Illesia, correct?" Edwin asked while looking over at her, a soft smile alongside his blazing crimson eyes offered a gentle "thank you" in those regal eyes of his.

Interactions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream

Code by Serobliss
 

Illesia Mondessa
Illesia acknowledged how Edwin wanted to be addressed and responded to it with a smile. She then drifted her eyes over his shoulder to look out in the direction of the waters and furrowed her brow. She had yet to spot a cloud on the horizon when she awoke this morning, and the air was empty of the feeling of fresh rain having fallen. She barely recalled the scent of rain this morning, but didn't think it was that close. So he was out in the dark, on a boat, in a storm that most likely churned the waves below into a raging mess? She found the feat impressive, and when her eyes turned back to Edwin, he stole her breath before she could respond. He was shirtless, and a very noticeable blush formed over her cheeks and upper chest before she averted her eyes.

"Its Duchess, but a-as you stated, titles are kind of pointless..." She cleared her throat, gently pressed the back of her cool hand to her neck, and took a breath before looking back at him. "You may call me Illesia, but I prefer that to be in private please." The request was simple, and the reasoning more complex. She wanted to keep up appearances in public due to being around many unknown faces. This place was still like a game of chess, and the intentions of others were still unknown regardless of what was advertised. However, as she was talking to Edwin, she took notice of his scars and tilted her head curiously. "If I may ask, do your scars have stories?"

Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi
 
Lady Isolde
1726530032257.png​
Isolde had no care in the world as she exited the dining hall to seek out any others who might be awake. Other nobles were asleep due to the amount of wine they had imbibed, so there were few she could narrow her sights upon. Such a pity. At least there were some voices she could hear over the din of servants working, and she followed those sounds out to the gardens to spy an interesting sight. Prince Edwin was surely a handsome man to women and men with persuasion to appreciate such masculine features, but her gaze was quick to glance over him in favor of her rival in chief Lady Illesia. Though Izzy would never admit it, her attention would always default to the attractive woman in a particular setting. Illesia looked radiant this morning, and it sparked a bit of insecurity in Isolde. Did she appear equally as resplendent? Rather than reflect on the internal conflict, she opted to approach the situation in what she believed would create the most fun for her in the long run.

"Here I was thinking that I had made the acquaintance of every dapper young man at the ball when I awoke this evening, but it seems that I was most mistaken since I fear that I was bereft of making your acquaintance, my lord," she teased Edwin with a cavalier grin upon approaching the shirtless young man and Illesia. She didn't see Seraphina in the distance or else she would have likely done something to usher her into the fold. She was a saint in that she tried to be inclusive, for good or ill. "I was quite busy last night watching the sparring match between a servant and Prince Ezra, and that left such little time for me to meet others. Fortune truly smiles upon those who wait since I have been permitted now to have made your acquaintance." There was a sly light to her green eyes as she looked to Illesia, the redhead actually seeking a reaction from her rather than the prince. Was it cruel that she used other people to get what she truly wanted which was a rise out of certain people? Perhaps. Isolde was completely incapable of seeing how her actions might actually cause harm by making others think she had interest in them. For her, emotions were fleeting like holding on to wisps of smoke. Surely no one was ever that tethered to her.

Yet she questioned if perhaps such a connection was why Lady Illesia looked so flustered. Did she find Prince Edwin attractive and that was why she was lingering here even as the man was drying off with a towel and looking as if a cat had dragged him from the tide? Something about that irked Izzy, and she brushed the thought off as one would a particularly annoying fly. She had no tethers to others, and even her familial obligations were tenuous. Why should she care if what was ostensibly her rival found the man attractive. Ugh. This was worse than those times that she had deeper debates with Rhodri about her shenanigans.


"Lady Illesia, it is good to see you this morn faring so well! It is auspicious indeed to have crossed the paths of both yourself and this handsome young lord. I should, perhaps, immortalize this moment in song. Oh, but what ever would I call it?" she asked whilst hugging her fiddle case against her chest. Part of her did feel the desire to draw her bow across the strings, but it was for an entirely separate purpose to which she spoke.
 
Queen Lilia Wyvernblood of Liviania
interacting with: Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi Daddy Dream Daddy Dream redroseknight redroseknight Sincerity Sincerity
​
Lilia had a hard time waking Ezra and she really didn't want to force him out of sleep with magic. She tried gently tapping his shoulder, tickling his feet, whispering in his ear, even giving him a wet lipstick kiss on his forehead. Nothing worked. She guessed Ezra just was a heavy sleeper. So as an alternative, she extended the warm keeping spell on the food to twelve hours or until it would be eaten and wrote a letter to Ezra for the case he would wake up any time soon.
Dear HMS Prince Ezra Atkinson of Davaland,

As per our agreement from last night's fight, I had prepared breakfast for you, however it was an utmost challenge to wake you gently. Therefore I have decided to resume our date later when you are conscious. Furthermore, I would like to apologize for deceiving you and the other event participants with my disguise and hope you have no hard feelings about my true identity. I am no maid after all but also of high nobility.
So may we meet later over a cup of tea and some cake. Until then, I wish you a good sleep.
With high regards,
Queen Lilia Wyvernblood of Liviania d(>_๏ฝฅ )

She left the letter on the platter next to the warm food, bowed towards the napping Ezra and then left again. As she exited the building, one of the guards commented: "That was pretty quick." "Well the prince is pretty hard to wake. I have to postpone our meeting to later." Lilia replied before taking her leave.

As she made her way through the grounds, she smiled as she spotted Prince Edwin, Lady Illesia and Lady Isolde. She approached the three and immediately spoke: "Ah Prince Edwin, Lady Illesia and Lady Isolde. I hope you have slept well. Prince Ezra certainly still seems to be sleeping. I tried to honor our agreement but only could partially fulfill it since he sure is a heavy sleeper."

She had almost forgotten about her attire that she wasn't in disguise anymore. "Oh, pardon my appearance. You see, I intended to have a disguise to supervise my niece or rather my nieces while they were here, but I realized couldn't keep up the disguise. So pardon me for deceiving you. I shall properly introduce myself." Lilia said.

With a light bow, she introduced herself: "The name is Lilia Wyvernblood of Liviania, formally Queen Lilia Wyvernblood of Liviania, aunt and adoptive mother to Princess Luciana Wyvernblood and Princess Endrie Wyvernblood. If you haven't met Princess Endrie, Ria for short, she was the maid who tended to Princess Lucia earlier and covered for her absence much to my chagrin." She then turned to Edwin and smiled before saying: "Prince Edwin, I believe we have met before this event before, haven't we? Though possibly on less than amicable terms? Be assured, that I bear no hostility to you nor to Prince Ezra, though the Davalandian nobility bear a particular animosity towards me."

Turning back to the rest, she said: "To make up for my deception, how about I treat you all to a little something special. I will reveal that something once all are assembled, save for Prince Ezra unless he ends up waking up soon after all."


Lucia and Ria
interacting with: Violetti Violetti
​
Lucia and Ria awoke in a bed together, both wearing pink pyjamas, though Ria's was rather a dress while Lucia's had shorts. Despite being siblings a couple years apart, they were almost as close as twins. Lucia awoke a little before Ria did and saw that Ria was a little bit too close. Ria opened his eyes and smiled, before saying: "Good morning dear sister." Just as he ran his hand through Lucia's hair, Lucia knocked him out of the bed: "Eww. You are my brother! Don't do that like that!"

Ria getting up from the floor, replied: "I was just joking! Plus, I rather have my sights on the men here! The women here seem okay too. Though that Lady Seraphina seems intriguing." Lucia then countered: "Don't joke about that though! You can only do sibling stuff like hugging and helping your sister out! And if you are out for the men here, keep your hands off Prince Edwin, he's mine!" Lucia's head then sunk. "Well, I was hoping he'd be mine. But I don't think he'd like me after what I did. Auntie said so. Though there is someone else too."

Ria then grinned: "It's Wren isn't it?" Lucia blushed and threw a pillow at him: "It's not as if I originally liked her. She still is a potential rival. Though I could go for her before she gets Edwin or we could... share." She dug her blushing face into her pillow. "It's so frustrating. Why did she have to show up? Enough. I need to get my mind off of them for now. Let's get ready and I will make food."

"We could go for a shared look like last evening. I got clean clothes similar to the ones from yesterday." Ria said before rummaging in a chest, pulling out two outfits with sailor collars, though this time in pink and white for Ria and black and white for Lucia. Though this time both wore suspender skirts in the corresponding colors with Ria going for a more lolita like appearance while Lucia had a knee length pleated skirt with a lace trim and black thigh highs. Lucia wore a simple black velvet ribbon choker while Ria wore one in pink.

After washing and changing, Lucia prepared breakfast as well as two meals from the lizard meat. One was marinated lizard jerky for Edwin while the other was a bento box with rice, breaded lizard cutlet, curry and veggies for Wren. Lucia made extra effort to make the meal look cute including a cute character drawn with homemade ketchup. "I hope she likes it." Lucia muttered. Ria then looked over her shoulder and grinningly said: "I knew you liked that girl." to which Lucia shoved her elbow into Ria's abdomen. "Okay, okay. I will stop teasing you about it." Ria said and backed off.

Once the meals were packed, the two siblings set off to find other people on the grounds. Soon to her luck, Lucia discovered Wren conversing with a bunny. The siblings carefully snuck up on the two to not scare away the bunny. While crouching next to Wren and Ria crouching next to Lucia, Lucia quietly said: "Who do we have here? The rabbits sure are tiny, but all the cuter in these lands."
 
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
Scars
ATREYAS CASTLE, Beachside

"Duchess Illesia, as you wish." Edwin smiled at her, he had nothing against formalities--even if he wasn't always willing to partake in them on his own accord. Though Illesia requested publicly calling her by her title, she allowed him to call upon her as "Illesia" in private. "I am honored for your kindness, my lady." With a bow, Edwin returned to cleaning off his underarms now. The sand seemed to flake off of him quite rapidly as he worked his way through his clothes.

Illesia had been examining his scars for the brief period of time they had spoken. Illesia finally asked about them, to which Edwin smiled softly. He thought to himself that it wouldn't be so bad to divulge the story of his scars.

"Yes, in fact most of them do. These small, knicks across my shoulders and down to my wrists are arrowhead wounds. During the war, I would often find myself between the enemy and my men. Their safety was my priority, and with the fact I held back for most of the period of the war with Livania, I intended for surrender to allow my men the chance to return home without the fear of death, or injury."

His hands crossed up towards a jagged hooked scar across his shoulder. "This scar I recieved after an assassination attempt on my family. We were visting the Kingdom of Rubin, a few months after the war had ended and Livania had given us a light sentence. There were some members of lesser nobility in Silversand who found my decisions cowardly. They targeted my family in Rubin as an attempt on the lives of the Emperor and Empress. I sent my family to my room and locked the door behind me in the manor we were staying at. Nobody got past me, but I recieved this wound as I decided to trade blows at the last second. Needless to say the instigators of the attempt have been properly punished."

Then, his hand moved down to his left ribcage, where a pristine scar lay perfectly verticle. "I recieved this scar at a wake for one of my father's well-respected associates in business. He stated to me that evening that they were in charge of a rather famous vineyard. I didn't seem to focus all that much on the funeral itself. I could only remember watching as two young women were crying.. Well, the older of the two was keeping it together for the sake of her little sister. But those eyes, you could tell there was profound sadness in them." Edwin trailed off, but in moments picked the story back up.
"During the final hours of the wake, I was patrolling the area and came upon a rather unsightly situation. A drunkard noble was beating on a defenseless servant. I decided to step in and made sure that if they were going to cause a scene to make it worth their while. I forced them to stab me in the ribs. It scared them straight enough to leave thereafter. My mother commented on how I ruined my shirt that evening--it was just her way of saying I did something dangerous. My father, he was proud I decided to step in. Though not so proud I was bleeding all over. He had to pay for some damages to some statues but at the end of the day it was who I saved that mattered. The wake went well, at least from what I was told.."

Edwin finally placed his hand over the long scar across his breast. This one made Edwin feel tender all over, vulnerable-even. "This scar...I deserved this one: I'd like to think. This one reminds me of the failure I allowed to pass. I promised someone that I would find someone dear to them, and bring them back alive." He closed his eyes, sighing softly. He had to come to terms with it, no?
"It was a hard failure to accept. It still is, even today. But I will carry the weight of it for the rest of my life."

It was apparent that Edwin's scars were all created due to the fact Edwin would be the protector of others. Always in the way of danger, front and center. Willing to take the damage so that those he would protect were unscathed.

A new face appeared after Edwin finished his long story of scar-lore. Why--it was the woman that slinked away from the ball last night! Intent to help Wren Ravenwood it seemed! He smiled at her, but didn't seem much affected by her words; for some reason Edwin could decipher a sort of fakeness to them. Not truly genuine in their presentation. To that, Edwin seemed more relaxed with Isolde now. She was not interested in him in any way--Wonderful!

"Ah, please. The titles are useless to me, Edwin is just fine my friend. It is an honor to make your acquaintence, Lady---? Wait. Did you just say that Prince Ezra fought a servant?!" Edwin's eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. His jaw dropped afterwards. "Is the servant alright!? What was he thinking? Is he a mad man!!? This is meant to be an event not some slug match!" Edwin's hair seemed to stand on edge. His mind fretfully played back a rather overly dramatized vision of events. A noble prince beating down a servant! Oh the horrors!

"Ah...Hm..." Edwin tried to calm his mind of such troubling thoughts. "My lady, you were running after young Wren Ravenwood last night weren't you? Could I ask how...How she fares?" There was a twinkle in Edwin's eye as he spoke about Wren Ravenwood. Aye, the man was certainly interested in her. Those innocent, big crimson eyes seemed eager to get a chance to actually talk with her--but in his current state he was rather...unfit to present himself. Still shirtless, and very much out in the open between two women now. Make that a third.

The rush of information seemed to blow Edwin's head straight off, standing there he blinked not twice, not three times--nay but five whole blinks. When Edwin had recovered from the recoil, he bowed to Lilia. "No animosity has ever crossed my mind towards you either, Lady Lilia of Livania. I assure you, if you ever thought there was--It was probably because I was trying to run more-so than fight you." Edwin laughed heartily.

Not only was he at an event, on the second day--having fought in a storm. Having faced three women now, one of which is an old war enemy (that he didn't want anyway) and he was also shirtless, wet, still sandy between the legs, and very much awkwardly waiting to be released from this interaction....The man just wanted to change and feel renewed for the day going forward.

"Mother, Father-- I so do not like you at all." Edwin thought to himself.

Interactions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream redroseknight redroseknight TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen

Code by Serobliss
 
(Has hidden scrollbox added and icons are clickable)









  • Seraphina






    filler



    filler



    filler



    filler



    filler



















    No music atm
































    Fortunately, Seraphinaโ€™s elevated position had kept her presence hidden from the masses below. She had no desire to draw attention to Illesia by publicly announcing her as the muse for her artwork. From her vantage point, she could see the countess already commanding the focus of those around her.

    Suddenly, Alyssa, Seraphina's maid, approached with an air of urgency. In her hands, she carried a letter addressed to Seraphina, marked simply with the initial "R." Alongside the missive, Alyssa held a wine bottle. Seraphina's eyebrows rose with interest as she took the letter, turning it over in her hands thoughtfully.

    As she inspected the bottle, a smirk played across her lips. "Well played... R," she murmured. This wasn't just any wine; it was from the Ravenwood vineyard - her vineyard. More specifically, it was a vintage collection, a limited edition crafted by her father years ago. The label read "Twilight's Whisper" in elegant script, hinting at the poetic nature of its creation.
    Seraphina bit the corner of her lip, pondering the implications. Just how expansive were his connections? It was slightly troubling, but as she read the contents of the letter, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. He hadn't lied to her last night after all. He had indeed requested her company at the next event, whatever that might be.

    A voice as soft as velvet sounded from behind her. "I haven't seen that look in a long time, Phina. Not since... your first date."

    Seraphina turned to meet the gaze of Drakkar, his silver eyes as mysterious as ever. She blinked in surprise, and trying to conceal her pleasure at seeing an old friend, she affected a pout. "Hah. You mean the man that stood me up? You never told me his name." Quickly, she hid the letter beneath her paint set.

    Drakkar approached, chuckling lightly. "I was afraid you might ask me to cut all trade routes off to his kingdom in retribution."

    Seraphina offered a playful glare. "Do you truly believe me to be petty?โ€ She inched forward and changed the topic. "Are you really here looking for a partner, as the event suggests?"

    Drakkar paused, weighing his options. The Ravenwood family had always been close to the royal family due to their business ties, and the king had a particular fondness for Seraphina's father. This created a strong bond between Drakkar and Seraphina, almost like siblings. As he contemplated how to answer Seraphina's question about finding a partner, Drakkar's thoughts drifted to the other person he felt truly comfortable around: Crown Prince Edwin of Silversand. Edwin and Drakkar had been inseparable during royal events for years, their friendship a constant source of strength and amusement for both. Drakkar felt a pang of guilt as he realized he hadn't even sought out his good friend since arriving at the event, instead choosing to prowl the streets for information on the Witch Queen to further his personal vendetta. He hoped Edwin wouldn't be too hurt by his recent aloofness.

    In a moment of what he thought was brilliance, Drakkar had once attempted to set Seraphina up with Edwin. He had kept it a secret from both, hoping that his two best friends would hit it off and create the perfect trio. However, that plan had backfired spectacularly when Edwin, unaware of Drakkar's machinations, had failed to show up for the arranged date with Seraphina. The memory of that failed "bro moment" still made Drakkar cringe inwardly. Despite their closeness, as he stood face to face with Seraphina, there were things he couldn't bring himself to tell her. The truth about his mother's situation was known only to him and Edwin. The weight of his secrets pressed heavily on him as he prepared to lie to Seraphina about his reasons for attending the event.

    "Yes, that's why I'm here. To find true love."

    Seraphina's face clearly showed she didn't believe him. Drakkar, slightly wounded, asked, "Is it really so hard to imagine me with someone romantically?"

    "Yes,"     Seraphina replied without hesitation.

    Drakkar's pride took a hit, but he had to admit she was probably right.

    โ€œYour 3rd sisterโ€™s tea party, it was spring, you were 15 if I recall, with a small crush on Lady Annalise of Hensworth.โ€ Seraphina began, shifting her body away from him as she focused now on assembling her painterโ€™s tools. โ€œShe fancied you, too, and when she finally had the courage to approach you, do you know what you did?โ€

    โ€œI do not recall-โ€œ     Drakkar started, but was interrupted.

    โ€œYou blurted out an incantation from your studies.โ€

    โ€œAnd what of it?โ€     Drakkar felt his palms sweating.

    Seraphina gave him a deadpan face. โ€œYou turned her into a cricket.โ€

    โ€œAn easy to revert spell is it not?โ€     Drakkar squeaked out.

    โ€œOf course, that is, if a bird had not flown by and attempted to EAT her. She ran off into the gardens and it took us six hours to retrieve her! Your sister was mortified. Annalise never went to another tea party ever again.โ€

    โ€œYour memory isโ€ฆimpeccable.โ€     Drakkar sighed in defeat. โ€œIโ€™m sure I apologized profusely.โ€ He added, in which Seraphina hummed in response.

    Seraphina turned to cover her painting, instructing Alyssa to pack it up and take it to her room. As she bent to gather the rest of her paint set, Drakkar's eyes suddenly widened in horror.
    Crawling up from the side of the hill, a terrifying specter materialized. Its form was indistinct, a writhing mass of shadows and mist. Hollow eye sockets gleamed with an otherworldly light, and spectral tendrils reached out hungrily towards the unsuspecting Seraphina.

    Drakkar's heart began to race, palpitations growing stronger with each passing second. He had always been adept at concealing his ability to see these malevolent entities, but as Seraphina unknowingly stepped closer to the apparition, panic overtook him. Without thinking, Drakkar rushed forward, intending to push Seraphina away from danger. In his haste and fear, he misjudged his strength and trajectory. To his horror, he realized too late that he had just pushed her off the hill. Seraphina tumbled down the slope with a startled cry, heading straight for the crowd below. Drakkarโ€™s eyes darkened, his momentary relief of having saved her melting into more panic. He swiftly chased after her tumbling body, suddenly wishing he spent more time learning telekinesis or wind magic.

    (Continued in Drakkarโ€™s post)





    โ™กcoded by uxieโ™ก


 
Last edited:

Illesia Mondessa
Illesia listened intently to Edwin as he explained his scars and the many ways he received them. Some of the stories he seemed fond of, but others caused his expressions to morph into ones of sadness. Illesia wanted to ask more about what those saddened stories were about, but a ghostly whisper came to her ear and informed her of other presences in the garden. The first one to show up, however, was none other than Lady Isolde. Illesia gave her a polite, yet forced, smile when she first showed up and tried maintaining that demeanor when she spoke.

Was she trying to flirt with Edwin? Gain his attention? Illesia held a very curious notion in her head as she listened to the words coming out of Isoldeโ€™s mouth. Soon enough, she had gotten her answer when the little vixen gave her a quick smug look and the realization dawned on her. She wanted a reaction from herself, no wonder her words sounded so fake. Illesia gave a chuckle and shook her head, looking at Edwin first.

โ€Prince Edwin, worry not about the servant. She and Prince Erza agreed to the sparring match together. Illesia then turned her attention towards Isolde. โ€As for your problem, I would believe that if youโ€™re a musician then creating names for your songs shouldnโ€™t be more challenging than making the music, am I right?โ€

As she spoke, another whisper came to her ear followed by the sound of Edwin showing concern for Wren. Between the two, the only thing she caught was how Edwins eyes twinkled when he asked about Wren and the small pang in her chest that made her question why it was happening. Then entered the queen, looking as regal as ever, a much more drastic change from her servant disguise. By this point, Illesia had begun to withdraw, only politely greeting and nodding her head, as she was being whispered to by several entities about more people approaching.

However, the approach was shocking as all Illesia saw was Seraphia tumbling down the hill and a young man running after her. She gasped when she spotted the two, but before she could do anything, the man was already apologizing to her before setting his sights on Edwin. In what felt like just a few seconds, the man was then apologizing to the group and sweeping Edwin away, leaving the ladies alone in confusion. Illesia shook her head before rushing over to Seraphina with a look of concern.

โ€Are you okay? That looked like a nasty tumble you took.โ€ She offered her assistance in helping her dust off her skirt and sighed, realizing that her calm demeanor was shattered.
 
Lady Isolde

1727440683442.png

Hm, the prince didn't seem affected in the least by her words. Either he was completely unphased by being approached by women due to it being a normal occurrence, he didn't appreciate the entirety of her words, or perhaps he preferred the company of men in the same way that Isolde preferred women. She had found that it was difficult to discern easily who shared such preferences, so she didn't toss it out of hand. Yes, he did seem to be very interested in what happened with Lady Wren, but that could have been because his demeanor reminded her of a puppy. Loyal, altruistic...not quite saavy enough for deep manipulation. What she did pick up on was a righteous indignation from Ezra having that bout with a servant, and she approached the topic from a completely different angle than simply simpering from such noble notions.

"I said it was a sparring match, your highness, so your sudden flux of emotion is without cause. No one was harmed, and it is surprisingly elitist to assume that a servant is completely incapable of holding their own against a member of a royal family simply due to their lower social station." Her nails tapped the case of her violin as she turned her attention back to Illesia, the corners of her lips quirking upward since Illesia was trying to keep an upper hand...but Isolde had succeeded in what she wanted. Surely if she wasn't bothered then she wouldn't have made such a slight dig at her musical capabilities. So the girl wasn't so perfect after all! Laughter escaped the redhead, and she shook her head. "Heavens no! The music is the easy part, allowing one's thoughts and emotions to glide upon the strings. Its the titling of such compositions that is difficult afterwards. Though if it is so simple for you then perhaps I shall have to enlist your aid for some of my future musical endeavors," Isolde offered with a playful grin.

Ah, there was the woman of the hour. She certainly looked far more resplendent this morning dressed as a queen rather than a simple servant. She debated on if she make a comment on the queen's guise being so poor the night before that Isolde had been able to pick it apart, but she decided to not do so. Why give others the cards to their hands to know the depths of her talent for manipulation? It would take all of the fun out of poking others if they were immediately able to see through it.

"Well met, your grace, it is lovely to make your formal acquaintance! You have no need to apologize for any subterfuge since there was no malice. Without malice or true harm, what is there to possibly apologize for? Though I do love surprises so I am looking forward to seeing what you have planned. While it is unnecessary, it is certainly not unappreciated," she teased with an impish giggle.

Then there was an exchange that was quite surprising. Out of nowhere appeared a young man to whisk Prince Edwin away with a familiarity that only previous acquaintances might have. Interesting. She was going to need to do some reconnaissance on that one. Rather than taking a more direct role, she kept back and simply observed how Illesia approached Seraphina to assist her after that dramatic tumble. Green eyes looked around after a thought occurred to her. Where was Wren? It was early so there was a chance that she could still be sleeping, but Izzy doubted that after their brief interaction. The girl had as much energy as Izzy and twice as much curiosity. Curiosity that could get her in trouble if she poked her nose in the wrong nest of vipers.

Well, she would have to seek her out if she didn't emerge. The last thing she needed was her new protege getting caught up in someone else's machinations before she'd had a chance to educate her on what to look out for. Ugh. Caring about someone else's well being felt uncomfortable and foreign. No wonder she didn't do it often!
 
Ria and Lucia

As Wren greeted Lucia with "Your highness." Lucia responded: "You don't need to be so formal with me. Just call me Lucia. And this is my older sister Ria. But yes, it is a lovely day to stroll through the gardens." As Wren introduced her bunny friend and asked for a suggestion for a bunny name, Lucia had a few ideas off the top of her mind: "Do you know if it's male or female? If it's male, then I'd say maybe Mr. Bunyums, Paul Bunnyun, Bunbun, Cinnabunn, Fluffykins."

Once Wren asked whether Lucia was able to give Edwin a gift, Lucia's head sunk. "Aunt Lilia said I might be scaring him a little by being too obsessive. I tried sneaking into his place last night to give him his gift, but I slipped off a ledge. Luckily, Aunt Lilia was there to catch me, but she also scolded me." Lucia said. She then continued: "Edwin isn't the only person who gave me that weird feeling though. There is another person I have considered and I made have been a little mean to her at the start."

She looked up into Wren's face and began to blush: "I... I..." She mumbled and quickly turned away. When Wren introduced herself and inquired whether Lucia and Ria were planning a picnic, Lucia began to blush more and while taking the lunch box intended for Wren, she turned back to Wren and said in a nervous voice: "Well,... a-actually, I wanted to give you this. I made it with l-l-l..." She couldn't talk straight. "I mean I r-really l-like you and I made this lunchbox as both an apology and an expression of my l-l-love. I put my best into making it for you."

Ria then jokingly said: "Now we can share..." before being cut off by Lucia: "If you dare end that sentence with the word [her], I will punch you." Ria backed down and finished the sentence: "...the lunch boxes."

When Wren offered Lucia a flower crown, Lucia blushingly accepted.


Lilia

When Edwin bowed and expressed that he held no animosity towards her and jokingly stated that he was rather trying to run. "I have the feeling that you are a pleasant man and I think that my niece had that impression too. I apologize if she had been a little much to handle yesterday. She can be a bit impulsive. And with that body of yours, I guess you wouldn't have a hard time finding female or even male attraction. I take though you haven't found someone with the right personality yet?" Lilia stated.

Suddenly, Seraphina came tumbling down the hill and a man Lilia recognized as Ostlandian royalty after her. The Ostlandian princed introduced himself and apologized for the interruption. "Not at all Prince Drakkar. We had just started conversation. If you aren't acquainted with me yet, I am Queen Lilia Wyvernblood of Liviania. It is a pleasure to meet you again."

In her conversation with Isolde, Lilia could tell that Isolde was keen enough to have been aware of the bad disguise and that she was quite aware from the start. "Lady Isolde, you can be honest with me. You weren't convinced of my disguise and you possibly even had a hunch at my true identity, haven't you?"

"Anyways, let me call over my nieces and then I can reveal my surprise." Lilia said. She then used wind magic to carry her words to Lucia and Ria. "Lucia! Ria! We are going on a trip to Paritaniakau!"

The wind carried her words to their ears which made them excited. "Lady Wren! We are going to somewhere great! Please come with us!" Lucia said before picking up Wren. Ria scooped up the bunny. And they ran towards the location of the others. Lucia carrying Wren as if she weighed nothing. She jumped through the treeline and landed near the group.

"Really? Are we really going to Paritaniakau?" Lucia said excitedly as she gently set Wren back on her feet.

Lucia turned to the others: "My surprise is... Well, as an apology for deceiving you with the maid disguise, I invite you all to a trip to Paritania Island, also known as Paritaniakau. It is an island off the western coast of Liviania and part of a smaller province of my nation. There we have a resort with pristine white sand beaches, nearby subtropical mountains and a cozy town not far from the resort. If you don't have swimwear, we have plenty of swimwear stores in the town and a local tailor who can make swimwear. You don't have to take anything as I can provide all necessities including clothing. If you still want to take something with you, you can go get what you need, even your servants are allowed to come along. How does that sound? Isn't that an agreeable apology?"
 

Illesia Mondessa
After helping Seraphina with cleaning off her skirts, Illesia straightened herself and turned towards the group. She heard the queen mention a trip to an island, gaining her attention a bit. Illesia had only ever been to one island and it was when she was younger and traveling with her parents after a massive storm ruined the island and the homes of its inhabitants. She remembered just how much destruction she had witnessed and the saddened faces of all the townsfolk as they attempted to rebuild. Illesia casted her eyes away for a bit and pinched the inside of her palm to cast away the thought. This wasn't going to be like that time, she was an adult now and this island was apparently very beautiful.

When she mentioned that she would be covering all necessities, Illesia inwardly chuckled. She had already planned for a beach getaway when she was first told she was coming here. Would it be in a different area, yes, but she had appropriate attire for the occasion. Turning her attention back to Lilia, she gave a smile.

"So, when are we to depart? I need to run to my quarters and collect my clothes, and request some snacks from the kitchen."
 
Wren blinked, her gaze shifting between Lucia and the fluffy bundle in her arms. "Oh, um... I'm not sure if you're a boy or a girl," she murmured to the bunny, who merely twitched its whiskers in response. Wren opened her mouth to ask again when Lucia's suggestions caught her ear.

"Cinnabunn?" Wren gasped, her eyes lighting up. "That's perfect!" As if in agreement, the newly christened Cinnabunn wiggled their nose, eliciting a delighted giggle from Wren.

Her laughter faded as Lucia continued, revealing her failed attempt to give Edwin a gift. Wren's heart went out to the princess, but part of her couldnโ€™t help but feel a bit relieved. But then Lucia's words took an unexpected turn.

Wren's eyes widened, her hand reaching out automatically to accept the lunchbox. "Thank you, that's so sweet of you," she said with a warm smile, her mind not fully processing Lucia's words. But as she held the carefully prepared meal, a whisper of Izzy's voice echoed in the back of her mind: Lil rabbit. This could be a romantic confession.

Suddenly, Wren felt her palms grow clammy. Her heart began to race as the implications of Lucia's words sank in. Is this really happening? Is she confessing romantic feelings for me? Or am I reading too much into this? Wren's thoughts spiraled, her cheeks growing warm. Maybe she means friendship love? Or familial love? Izzy, where are you when I need your advice?!

As her internal debate raged, Wren found herself reevaluating her own feelings. Lucia was undeniably cute, with her vibrant personality and endearing nervousness. But was that enough to equate to a romantic feeling? What about Edwin? Did Lucia still have feelings for him? And how did Edwin feel about all this? How did she feel about Edwin?

Realizing she had been silent for too long, Wren stammered, "Princess- I mean, Lucia, I-"

Before she could formulate a coherent response, Wren found herself swept off her feet โ€“ literally. Lucia scooped her up with surprising strength, cradling Wren against her chest in a princess carry. For the first time, Wren truly noticed Lucia's physical presence โ€“ her sparkling green eyes, her short blonde hair catching the sunlight, and the unexpected firmness of her arms, hinting at hidden strength beneath her regal exterior.

In that moment, as Wren's heart thundered in her chest, she saw Lucia not just as a princess or a new friend, but as a potential partner. She buried her burning face in her hands, overwhelmed by the rush of new possibilities.

The world spun as Lucia carried her, the wind whipping through Wren's hair. It felt like a scene from a romance novel โ€“ dramatic, exhilarating, and utterly surreal. All too soon, Wren found herself gently deposited on solid ground, surrounded by familiar faces.

"Parita what?" Wren blinked, disoriented and still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself. "Thank you for the lunch, Lucia," she managed, her voice steadier than she felt. "I'll enjoy every bite, knowing how much effort you put into it." Her smile was genuine, even as her mind raced with unspoken questions and confused feelings.

As the maid from the previous night introduced herself as Lilia, Queen of Liviania, Wren's jaw dropped. "The Queen?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "I... Your Majesty, thank you for your incredible generosity. It would be an honor to enjoy this beautiful weather with you all."

Amidst her flustered state, Wren suddenly remembered the flower crowns tucked safely on her arm. "Oh! I made these for everyone," she explained, holding them up. "They're a symbol of our new friendships." She paused, a worried frown creasing her brow. But I didn't make one for the Queen. Is that terribly rude?

Turning to Lucia, she whispered, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten yours. I'll finish it before the event, I promise." Then, a second later she added, โ€œDoes the Queen enjoy flowers too? Should I make her one as well?"

Pushing aside her lingering confusion, Wren began distributing the flower crowns. For Phina, she had woven together deep purple irises and golden marigolds, the rich hues complementing her dark hair and amber eyes. Illesia's crown featured delicate white lilies interspersed with pink peonies, mirroring her ethereal coloring. And for Izzy, Wren had created a vibrant masterpiece of fiery red poppies and emerald ferns, echoing her friend's striking features.

As she placed the crown atop Izzy's red locks, Wren's gaze locked with her friend's green eyes. There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions she needed to ask. Izzy, we need to TALK, she thought desperately. Izzy, I need your HELP. But surrounded by their new acquaintances, Wren could only offer a meaningful look, silently pleading for a moment alone with her trusted confidante.

Seraphina
​
In her heart, burned a fury unbecoming of her stature. She would have her revenge on this prince!! However, she couldnโ€™t help but replay the look in Drakkarโ€™s eyes as he shoved her. Terror. As if shoving her off was the only way to save her. Part of her wished to sympathize and delve deeper, but it wasnโ€™t the time for it. Either way, she did not accept his apology and he would thoroughly be put on trial at a later date.

Seraphina barely got to witness Edwin's chiseled features before Drakkar kidnapped him very promptly as well; in a little too friendly of a manner she had thought, but didnโ€™t have time to speculate on it.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice drew her attention. Phina turned to see Illesia, her latest muse, offering a hand. The ethereal beauty of the near white-haired woman up close stirred something within Phina, a feeling that transcended mere artistic appreciation.

"I'm fine, thank you," Phina replied, her voice softer than usual. "You're very kind." She was about to say more when the now confirmed Queen Lilia's voice cut through the air, introducing the gift and the new arrivals.

Phina's gaze softened further as she watched her sister Wren distribute flower crowns. She's just too adorable, Phina thought, her heart warming at the sight.

As Illesia mentioned returning to her quarters to prepare, Phina nodded in agreement. "I hope we can share some afternoon tea soon, Duchess Mondessa."

Noticing Wren's intense stare at Izzy, Phina called out, "Wren, dear, come along now. There'll be plenty of time to chat with the Countess at the island. Let's let her prepare for the trip."

Wren's shoulders slumped slightly, her invisible bunny ears drooping in disappointment. But she obediently left to join her sisterโ€™s side, consoling herself with the thought that she'd have to corner Izzy for a much-needed conversation later.

The two would wait for the Queenโ€™s response before taking leave.
Seraphina wondered if R would also be at this island event. He had requested her to meet him at some point there. Did that meanโ€ฆalone? Perhaps under the stars?
Hmm. Speaking of stars, that could be her next painting. Duchess Illesia would look like a goddess under the stars. A star goddess, a galaxy goddess.
 
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
Bakers Dozen
ATREYAS CASTLE, Beachside

As Edwin was being pulled away, Drakkar rambled on about the art of seduction, taking ladies' hearts, or some such. He waved goodbye to the rest of the women as he was being pulled away, finally tilting his head just a tad to look at Drakkar. "I'm not really gaining anyone's affection, Drakkar! Plus you've barely given me a proper hello! I didn't even realize you were here to begin with! Drakkar are you really looking for someone to marry?!" He turned the tables on his friend, picking him up by his waist and lifting him up in the air as they walked.

"Congratulations! I'm so proud of you, finally getting out there and taking charge!' He set his friend down. Smiling at him without a care in the world. "Although you have taken me at quite a crucial time, that kind woman corrected me on my previous behaviour and without understanding all the information about last night. I would have apologized, and even agreed she was right... No doubt I perhaps view nobles harming or abusing their servants as more common. Dubbing it a sparring match wouldn't change the fact that a noble could use that to justify their actions. Perhaps where she is from....It is very much not like that." He commented, seeming a bit sad that he couldn't finish his conversation with Lady Isodle.

Edwin tried to get his mind off of it, and finally remembered what Drakkar was speaking about earlier. "Although you might be right, I might have taken an interest in someone here... I would like to try and meet them, to get to know them more and see where this feeling in my heart rises towards. Their name is Wren Ravenwood. Do you know them? I'm sure with your incredible amount of connections you could know them?" He then sniffed the air.

Curry? Here?
By the gods Edwin was hungry for some good curry. Some good food, something made by hand and with the heart put into it! Euereka! That's just what Edwin will do. He felt bad for assuming the worst from Lady Isodle's mention of the sparring match. Perhaps if he made a treat for everyone: Especially Isodle, he could apologize properly to her for his behaviour. "I'm sorry Drakkar, I've got things to do and little time to do it! Plus I'm VERY COLD!....Wait, YOU COULD HELP ME!" He grabbed Drakkar by his sleeve and ran with him back to his suite.

Along the way, Edwin stopped just short of seeing Roland from afar. The curtains of his own humble abode having been pulled back to reveal the morning sun. "GOOD MORNING ROLAND!" Edwin yelled up to the friend he had made at this event, hoping he could still hear him as he yelled down below. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO AN ISLAND! BE READY IN ABOUT 2 HOURS MY FRIEND! REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER IF YOU HAVE A HANGOVER!!" With his helpless advice, Edwin yet again strung Drakkar along to his suite.

Within 5 more minutes, Edwin had made it to his suite. Throwing his old clothes off and throwing on new ones. An all black ensemble with some silver accents. He smiled rather excitedly at Drakkar. "My friend, you're going to help me bake~!" He said in such a way that there was no possible chance to squeeze out of it.

Interactions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream redroseknight redroseknight TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen Key of Stars Key of Stars Violetti Violetti

Code by Serobliss
 






Drakkar




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)



































Aaron Lucas



Who Left the Milk out









Drakkar eyed Edwin up and down, a wry smile playing at his lips. Not gaining anyone's affection? If only his friend could see himself through others' eyes. Edwin could be sailing through a sea of admirers and somehow remain focused solely on the horizon ahead. When Edwin turned the tables on him about looking for someone to marry, Drakkar fstammered, "Well...that's..." He hesitated, unsure if this was the right moment or place to reveal his true intentions. But before he could decide, Edwin had already moved on, mentioning how he wished to apologize to one of the ladies and then inquiring about a specific woman - Lady Wren Ravenwood.

At the mention of that name, Drakkar stiffened imperceptibly. He hadn't anticipated the Ravenwood sisters attending, though he definitely expected Edwin's family to toss him into this matchmaking event. They'd probably even banned him from returning home until he found someone. Yes, that sounded like them. But to imagine the woman who managed to stir Edwin's heart even a smidgen would be the younger sister of the woman Drakkar had tried to set his friend up with years ago? It would be a disaster if the sisters found out. Seraphina would never approve of Edwin courting her sister after he'd stood her up before.

Realizing Edwin was still awaiting a response, Drakkar composed himself. It would be suspicious if he claimed ignorance of such an influential family in his kingdom. "Ah yes, I know them quite well," he replied smoothly. "My father does business with their family - it's a winery business, and their vineyards are renowned throughout the country. Although the eldest sister handles the duchy, it's known that Wren has taken an interest in being a healer." Drakkar couldn't help but wonder if his friend had recovered from the traumatic events of his past. Wounds that not even the most beautiful face nor words could mend.

Still, Drakkar felt a swell of emotion hearing that his friend was interested in someone. A tear almost slid down his cheek. Edwin's family would be proud indeed. "You needn't worry, my friend," he said aloud, clapping Edwin on the shoulder. "I've got your back!"

Before he knew it, Drakkar found himself swept up in Edwin's whirlwind of ideas and motion. As they raced through the streets and halls, he felt almost dizzy trying to keep up. But he'd missed this - the sheer unpredictability of being in Edwin's orbit. His friend's enthusiasm was infectious, making Drakkar momentarily forget the real reason he'd come to this event.

When Edwin shouted to Roland about their upcoming island getaway, Drakkar couldn't help but wonder what exactly he'd gotten himself into with this matchmaking event. But there was no time to ponder as they burst into Edwin's suite, clothes flying everywhere.

As Edwin's discarded pants landed squarely on Drakkar's face, he barely had time to peel them off before his friend was fully dressed in black and silver. At the mention of baking, Drakkar felt a mix of amusement and trepidation. He'd been roped into Edwin's culinary adventures before, acquiring skills he never thought he'd need in his entire life. But that was part of what made Edwin so likable - his passion was truly irresistible.

With an exaggerated sigh that couldn't quite hide his fondness, Drakkar straightened up and gave a mock salute. "Yes, chef!" he exclaimed, fully embracing the role thrust upon him. "What delicacy are we treating everyone to today?"





โ™กcoded by uxieโ™ก
 
When Wren asked to where they were going, Lucia repeated: "Paritaniakau. It is an island off the western coast of Liviania. We have a summer palace and a royal beach there. It is not a warm as it is on the lake, but it can still get pretty warm at the island. And if the beach isn't something for you, there is a nice town there and also a pretty big mountain to climb. But I am sure Miss Wren (in the tone of "Wren-chan!") would look cute in beach wear!"

When Wren mentioned she'd make a flower crown for Lucia, Lucia blushed and replied: "I would love one. Especially since it is from you." As she looked up at Wren, it was like she had hearts in her eyes. She would have given Wren a thank you kiss, but it was probably too early for such gestures. Once Wren asked if Lilia liked flowers too, Lucia said: "She likes flowers. Usually purple ones and sometimes black ones."

Lucia went over to her brother and said to Wren: "We will go get ready for the trip. Me and Ria don't really have to pack anything since we still have stuff at the island. I look forward to seeing you later when we go to the island." Then to Ria: "Come Ria, we need to dress for the weather!" Lucia and Ria then dashed away towards their mansion.


When it was asked how long they have until they leave, Lilia answered: "I'd say two hours should be enough to pack stuff for three or four days in case you need to take anything with you. Otherwise, I can provide for clothing at the island. We have excellent and speedy tailors there at the summer palace. So I guess we will see each other then. Also let us just say we meet back here then." She gave a smile and did a slight bow before strolling away towards the mansion.

Back at the mansion, Ria and Lucia were trying to find the right outfits for today. Ria put on a sleeveless light blue sailor collar dress with a blue choker. Whereas Lucia put on black shorts, a black and blue bikini top, a black choker and put on a blue short sleeved hoodie. Soon Lilia arrived too and put on her swimming outfit and a kaftan style dress in purple and black. All three went for sandals.

They packed a couple things and then returned to the meeting point. Lilia opened a portal to the island. It took a minute though. The hard part was opening it, especially because of the distance, keeping it open and closing it should be less of an issue. "Lucia, can you check that I have the right destination." Lilia requested. Lucia went through the portal and it looked like she ended up at the royal beach, though the portal was almost in the water. She went back to the other side and said: "It's not the summer palace, but it sure is the royal beach. Though the portal is awfully close to the water. Make sure to warn the others to take their shoes off just in case."

Ginko The Mushishi Ginko The Mushishi Violetti Violetti Daddy Dream Daddy Dream redroseknight redroseknight Key of Stars Key of Stars


Lilia's swimsuit:
1729030445508.png

Ria's dress:
1729030753904.png
 
Last edited:
PRINCE OF SILVERSAND
EDWIN WELLSTEIN
Tropic Paradise
Edwin's Suite--- Royal Beach, Paritaniakau

Edwin worked tirelessly the next two hours to build perfect cupcakes for everyone. Two sets of cupcakes were baked: One with a rich and classy rum glaze drizzled overtop the whipped icing. Another, encrusted over the whipped icing was shaved coconut pieces crystallized in lemon sugar. Both were built for specific tastes in mind, overall Edwin ensured everyone could enjoy the treat. He was delegating tasks to Drakkar all the while.

At the time, Drakkar had finally folded in the wet with the dry ingredients. Although, that was when Edwin's thought process finally regurgitated information from about 20 minutes ago.

"It's a winery business, and their vineyards are renowned throughout the country."

Edwin was shaving the coconut in preparation of imbuing it with the lemon sugar in the pot, slowly and surely reaching the require temperature to crystallize when the shavings would be dropped in. "A WINERY!?!" Edwin's knife came crashing down into the chopping block. "YOU DON'T MEAN...!!!" Edwin looked up at Drakkar, with horror thoroughly cracking through that Golden Retriever face of his.

"I WENT TO THE FUNERAL! IT FELT LIKE SO LONG AGO!" Edwin's eyes widened as his knife clanged to the countertop. He let both hands fall upon Drakkar's shoulders. "Drakkar...You must be honest with me..." Edwin's eyes were devoid of hope, but still begged for something--any sort of sliver of hope to be had. Did he know? That he stood up Seraphina? Was this the moment that Edwin would finally realize who he stood up? Surely, Edwin would have no chance with the younger sister, in fact-- the younger sister would reject the heartless actions of Edwin Wellstein if she knew of what he had done...

"Do you still think it's possible I can present myself without them remembering me from such a dark time in their life? I truly do not wish to stir bad memories within them." Edwin's face almost morphed into that cute golden retriever again. Edwin, oh Edwin. Always concerned for others.

It wasn't before long that Edwin sniffed the air, and returned quite quickly to his station "It's gonna burn!" He pulled the pot off the heat just in time, throwing the shavings in and giving a nice, gentle stir. It had been quite some time since Drakkar had last seen Edwin. About a few months at least, but Edwin's mind wandered towards the dark event that scarred his heart deeply. Remembering as he dragged himself to Drakkar's door step and unloaded all of the baggage he had been holding in after he had stood up Lady Ravenwood.

"I'm doing better, now. I like to think..." Edwin finally said through their tasks. There was an edge of uncertainty towards his statement. "I only fear that I am not worthy enough for the people who are seeking companionship here. I need to work on that--On myself especially." Edwin chuckled, and looked down at the oven--now baking the treats within and awaiting to be dressed with their toppings afterwards.
"What would Wren Ravenwood think of me, or even....Any other admirer think of me if they saw me now? A Prince who is just wallowing in his own despair. I'm hardly fit to be a husband.." Edwin knelt down, staring inside the oven as he sighed. "Here I am though, fighting myself to help myself. I want to make someone happy....I want them to feel loved. To feel safe with me. To be comforted by me.....Drakkar, do you think I could do such a thing for someone?" He looked up at his friend, a twinge of pain dashed across his dazzling crimson eyes...

Beach Time!


Entering through the portal with the others, Edwin finally unveiled the grand craftsmanship of his baking skills. Pineapple Cream Cupcakes. Tropic themed and all!
"I made these for everyone, there is two sets of cupcakes. One with a rum glaze, the other with lemon sugar encrusted coconut shavings. Please do not be shy, I'd love it if you all could try one. There's enough for everyone to have 1 of each." Edwin smiled proudly at everyone. This was an incredible event to be a part of, and Edwin wouldn't let a single moment be wasted wallowing in despair over his self-percieved shortcomings.

When Isodle would eventually make her way to acquire the artisan-crafted cupcakes, Edwin gave her a deep and regretful bow. "My lady, I do not believe I was able to catch your name before I left...But I wanted to apologize for how I acted before. You are right, there is no reason a servant could not stand up for themselves. It was rude of me to react in such a way.. I have often seen nobles take advantage of their servants and from my experiences I simply thought something terrible was afoot. I hope you do accept my apology..." He looked back up at her, with his puppy dog face. So innocent and gentle.
In time, his eyes would finally wander towards Wren Ravenwood, she had yet to approach for her cupcake, but it was quite obvious with Edwin's expressions that he was infatuated with the young noble. In that split second though, Edwin shook his head and refocused on Isodle. "May I... Ask what kind of cupcake you would prefer? The rum glaze is perfect if you're not looking for the cupcake to be too sweet. Instead, if you like a bit of crunch and some tartness I suggest the coconut topped one.." Edwin's hands presented his masterpieces to Isodle-- in an effort to help her choose her first among the cupcakes.

Interactions: Daddy Dream Daddy Dream TanteRegenbogen TanteRegenbogen Violetti Violetti Key of Stars Key of Stars redroseknight redroseknight

Code by Serobliss
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 3 (members: 0, guests: 3)

Similar threads

chaotic cat cutie
Fantasy bad romance : a vampire roleplay
adventure drama light hearted
Replies
1
Views
77
chaotic cat cutie
chaotic cat cutie
Shroomie
Fandom Hexed into Hijinks! (Multifandom RP) {IC}
2 3 adventure fantasy ic
Replies
73
Views
3K
Kaiju Cat
Kaiju Cat
ShinyEve
Fantasy Fate of the Universe: Chosen Heroes!
Replies
18
Views
347
Yahhah
Yahhah
Morbuskid
Fantasy 1924: New Avion [Open] (IC)
1920s action drama
Replies
0
Views
62
Morbuskid
Morbuskid
snakeg0dd
Realistic or Modern From Dusk Till Dawn
18+ dark fantasy supernatural
Replies
10
Views
373
Fabrikator.Nova
Fabrikator.Nova
Back
Top