Fantasy Our Kingdom Has Fallen ~ IC

[madame moiselle]

Jonah E. Rivers

Yeah, she's smiling---but don't let that fool you. Look into her eyes; she's breaking inside. Jonah E. Rivers

Jonah raised an eyebrow at the Princess's comeback, suppressing a chuckle. She definitely had a sharp tongue.

He watched as she prodded her other siblings along, marveling at how she could manage all of them. Jonah felt a tiny hand touch his leg as he looked down in bewilderment to see that it was a baby girl, sitting next to him, her other hand in her mouth. She looked no more than a few months old. The baby girl noticed his look and looked back at him, her big blue eyes wide and discerning. Jonah couldn't help but smile slightly, charmed by her innocence. Remembering his own filthy self, both physically and spiritually, Jonah backed away, the guilt returning once more. He watched in silence as the oldest Princess picked her sibling up, turning to give one last look before excusing herself. Jonah kept a straight face, but couldn't help but chuckle internally as she described Soris as a diagnosed psychopath.

We're all psychopaths in our own way, thought Jonah as he watched the eldest lead her siblings away. But, he continued, looking away, a grim expression on his face. Some are more than others. Jonah suppressed a sigh, reminded of his crime.
That's what Soris and I have in common.

Jonah saw a pair of feet in front of him and glanced back up, realizing it was one of the twelve siblings. It was a young boy with raven black hair, who's gaze startlingly piercing. And though Jonah was much taller than him, the boy held himself high, staring Jonah down with undeniable audacity. Jonah took the young prince's advice to heart, though he was pretty sure that for as long as they lay trapped within the same walls as Soris, the tension would never disappear. The boy exited the classroom, to join his siblings.

Jonah took a moment to savor the scene before him. Stacks upon stacks of books, polished desks sitting in rows, a neat chalkboard against the wall, unintelligible words scribbled across it. Fifteen years, thought Jonah, glancing around the room. Fifteen years since I've walked into a place like this. A place where only the educated belong. Where the rich belong. And that, Jonah thought, as he prepared to leave, the Princess's words on him not being intelligent echoed in his mind. Definitely doesn't mean me.

Jonah left, knowing he had to get to the kitchens quickly. The siblings were getting ready for breakfast. Which meant he had to be at the royal dining room before them so he could help serve. He was already in a whole hell of trouble with Cook for not being there on time to help make the meal---the least he could do was help serve. Jonah muttered a curse as he swiftly made it into the hall, realizing this could jeopardize his whole career. His head filled with mixed thoughts, Jonah harshly bumped into one of the Princesses, who was standing out in the hall as well, surrounded by the royal children and a handmaid, getting all prettied up for breakfast. The push would've surely caused the princess to fall. Jonah was quick to start apologizing but immediately halted, realizing who it was, his expression turning into a scowl.

It was none other than Princess Pushy herself.


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[arryn]

(I'm switching to this image, because the other was too big)

Prudence Harcourt

After Lex's incident, she returned to her seat and knelt beside her broken stitching frame. She lifted it into her arms and it took everything she had not to weep. It was the frame in which her mother first taught her to stitch. There were vines and flowers engraved into the side. She closed her eyes and ran her finger along the side. Memories of her mother flashed through her mind. She tried to suppress them for the sake of her siblings. If she got too emotional, her siblings would become upset.

She held the hoop at her side and turned her attention back at her siblings who were now huddled in a corner. Wait... but why? She quickly turned back around to see Azalea standing defensively in front of her, bickering back and forth with some stranger. In her turmoil, she hadn't even noticed his arrival.

The stranger seemed to be quite uncomfortable. Maybe he was new, maybe he was lost. There had been a surprising amount of wanderers in the palace ever since Soris arrived. This seemed to be one who had stumbled upon their tutoring session. He was dressed in torn clothing, but he seemed like an intelligent, attractive male. No reason to be dressed like that in the palace.

Azalea gathered the siblings and gestured for Prue to hurry, which she did. She walked behind the group to guarantee that none of the little ones were left behind. As she passed the stranger, she smiled and curtsied. There was no reason to be rude to someone she had only just met. Especially one who was as attractive as he.

She returned to prepare for breakfast. She felt sick to her stomach. Every morning he had to sit in front of him and look into his dark, snake-like eyes. She had to fake a smile and forge a look of happiness. It was disgusting. It was traumatizing. As she headed to the kitchen with her siblings, her sister was knocked off of her feet by the same stranger as before. This time she decided to speak up. She was not in the mood to let someone push Azalea around.

"Pardon me, but what do you think you're doing, bothering my sister like that?"

She helped Azalea back onto her feet before standing to face him.

"Can't you give her a break? Can you comprehend a thing like that? Leaving someone be?"

She stuck her nose in the air before turning to her sister to help to dust her dress off.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

(Semi more accurate photo of what Azalea looks like, her hairs darker and eyes brighter and its smaller photo)

Azalea instantly disregarded Meredith's comment. Why would she ever blame Meredith? Azalea would much rather take the blame then let Meredith to it. Soris would have no problem with abusing Meredith and she'd never be able to live with herself if that happened. Meredith was like family to her.

Azalea quickly assisted Meredith with helping the children get ready. She'd braided and pinned Jessica's had Aliyah's hair, and had done Becca's favorite hair style. She'd offered to help Prue do her own hair as well. They they began to make their way for the dining room, and Azalea felt like vomiting. Every time she met Soris's black, dead eyes all she could feel was his hands wrapped around her through again and the sensation of not being able to breath.

Wham!

So lost in thought, Azalea hadn't seen him until he crashed into her, in a swirl of black satin skirts, Azalea found herself suddenly ok the floor, her head slamming against the marble floor and for a moment colors bursted in her vision, Azalea allowed Prue to help her up, grateful. She rubbed the back of her throbbing head as her vision cleared and she was looking down on none other then the scowling ass from earlier.

What was this guys problem? Apperantly Prudence was wondering the same because suddenly she was laying into him. She smiled at Prudence, and couldn't help but feel a little pride at her boldness. She liked to think she taught her that. But she knew they had very few minutes to get to the dining room. Azalea allowed Prudence to help brush the dust off her dress. She looked like a black flower. A miserable one at that. The black contrasted deeply with her much too pale skin, the lack of sunlight having quite the effect on Azalea.

Azalea placed a hand on Prudence's shoulder, not wanting to risk them getting late. "It's fine, Prue, I'll handle this," Azalea said, flashing a yellow-eyed glare over Prudence's shoulder before looking back at Prudence. "Can you do me a favor? Can you take the wee chits to the dining hall and keep an eye out for Lex? He may already be in the dining hall if you can't find him." Azalea asked Prudence kindly, her tone steady, just barely keeping the anger out of her tone, wanting to scratch the mans eyes out for nearly making them late.

Azalea then spun on the man. Her yellow-green eyes flared up in anger, "What the hell is your problem?" Azalea snapped in a low voice, her tone cold and kept low to avoid it breaking into a yell.
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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

After helping to get the children ready for breakfast, Meredith began walking behind Azalea, holding Kane close to her as she did. When that young man who had been causing trouble earlier bumped into the princess and knocked her to the floor, it startled the handmaiden. Luckily, Prudence was quick to help the eldest sibling back up. Before Meredith could say or do anything about the situation, Prudence verbally attacked Jonah, and he deserved it. Picking up on the negative actions and atmosphere, Kale let out a loud scream before sinking his teeth into Meredith's shoulder. After yelping in pain, she decided to take the temperamental toddler away from the commotion. Seeing Jessamine close by, Meredith used her free hand to hold on of the shy princess'. "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you into the dining hall," she softly told her and lead her away from the scene.

Kale had managed to bite Meredith's shoulder again before they reached the dining hall, causing the young woman's eyes to water a little. After helping Jessamine to her seat, she began tickling Kale and quietly talking to him to calm him down. He soon perked up when he realised it was nearly time for food and she placed the quietened toddler into his child seat at the table. After taking a deep breath and gently rubbing the bite marks on her shoulder, she only now glanced around the dining hall to see who was already there. She saw Magnus and Xander were already at their positions in the room. Still fresh from their earlier conversation, she sent a warm smile in Magnus' direction. Even though they wouldn't be able to fight the evil king, she still felt comforted by their presence.
With Kale secured in his seat, she looked to the door and hoped the rest of the siblings were close behind.

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[madame moiselle]

Jonah E. Rivers

Everyone wants the truth, but no one wants to be honest. Jonah E. Rivers

If looks could kill, thought Jonah as he faced off against two, very angry sisters, who's glares pinned him to the wall. I'd be dead by now.

He recognized the younger sister, the one with a beautiful wreath of flowers in her brown hair as she had passed by him a few minutes ago, curtsying to him all lady-like. Jonah guessed her to be at least sixteen, now that he was getting a good look at her. She was definitely pretty---in fact, her beauty rivaled the one of her older sister's. However, it seemed that in the right circumstances, this younger sister could be as temperamental as her older sister. Jonah clenched his jaw as he watched the two fume on and how the younger one helped Princess Pushy up. He hated to argue with women.

Jonah stared at the younger Princess as she turned on him, his chocolaty brown eyes flickering in annoyance. The sisters weren't the only ones with a reputable temper. Jonah knew that his blasted temper could get the better of him at times. He only prayed that he'd have the patience to keep it.
"She was in my way," he answered, tone low, gaze right on the younger sister. "So she should've watched where she was standing."
Wrong words, thought Jonah immediately, mentally kicking himself.

Before the younger sister, who was conveniently named Prue, could retort something back, she was stopped by her older sister.
Jonah didn't know whether to be amused or a little intimidated as Princess Pushy told Prue that she could handle this. He caught her withering glare, though he did not flinch. How this fiery-headed maiden was going to handle whatever they were even having, was beyond Jonah. He only knew that he couldn't let himself be bothered. She was only a woman---the least he would get was a scolding of some sort.
And he was right.

Jonah visibly smirked slightly, humored at hearing the Princess's barely restrained anger in her voice. "Oh, I've got too many to count, sweetheart," he cockily shot back, his anger rising. "Which doesn't even matter, because apparently, my mind's too small and idiotic to count, you see." He did a deep, clumsy bow, mocking the Princess once more. "Oh, but dear Princess, forgive me when I say that not everyone can be as perfect as you are. That'd oh so terribly wrong, now would it?" Jonah straightened, his gaze piercing. He was tugging at her temper once more, but this time, right to the breaking point.


Ms. Sparrow Misty Gray
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[Ms. Sparrow]

Perfect.

It couldn't have stung more if he had slapped her. Maybe a year ago that word wouldn't have had an effect on her, in fact, she may have even thought herself perfect for all she knew. She'd killed someone. Someone who was innocent, and kind, and loving. Someone who was loyal and was willing to sacrifice everything for the people he loved and so he did. How could someone so pure and innocent be ripped from this world? How could she kill him?

The fresh image of Cal collapsing into her arms, lifeless and limp, the feel of her sliding the knife out of his chest replayed in her mind. She killed him. She'd stabbed him, watch him crumple to the ground, had watch his corpse, along with all the other corpses burn horrendously in the town square. He was dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead...

Azalea hadn't realized her feet were moving until she had given him a hard slap across the face, hard enough to most defiantly leave a mark, perhaps even a bruise. She wanted to leap on him but fought against it, despite every instinct telling her to strangle him. Slapping him wasn't good enough but it was satisfying.

If he'd ever call her perfect again she'd kill him.

"We are all broken inside. But that does not give you the right to shatter us." Azalea said in a hollow voice, her eyes burned into his with such fury and pain it might've even melted Jonah into a puddle. Her expression however, was empty. A small glimpse of the broken girl and shattered heart from underneath her fake affection and smiles. Just like his mask of being an ass. Just like how Prude hides away her feelings when she weaves. How Becca hides it in dancing, Lex hardly even speaks. They were all just barely keeping it together and Azalea would be damned if she let this guy walk all over them because of a hard life, loss, or troubled past. Whatever cut him deep.

If he ever called her perfect again, she'd cut him deeper.
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[arryn]

Prudence Harcourt

Before Prue could spout another insult at the stranger, she felt Azalea's hand on her shoulder. She exhaled deeply and turned to smile at her.

"Of course. Try not to be late to breakfast, dear sister."

She smiled at the man apologetically. Partly because she didn't mean to lose her temper, also because she knew the poor man was about to be verbally slain by Azalea. She picked up Willow, held her tightly to her chest, and gathered the hands of a few of the younger children.

"Let us go have breakfast, children. Stay close. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, sir"

She stood up straight and headed towards the dining hall with her siblings like a warrior headed into battle. That's what these morning meals had become. Warfare. The dining hall was the battle field. The people she held dearest in her heart were forced to sit there every day for hours at a time, helpless. The thought sickened her. As she walked, she searched the halls for Lex. He was nowhere to be found.

When she arrived, she felt relieved to see him sitting for breakfast. She helped the children all get seated and as she sat down herself, she couldn't help but worry about Azalea. What would happen if she were to be late? Soris would be arriving any minute now.

A few minutes passed, and she couldn't sit still. Azalea still wasn't here, and she could almost hear Soris' loud footsteps approaching. Could she live with herself if she sat here and didn't do anything? Could she watch Soris hurt or kill her and continue on going?

No.

She put both of her hands on the table in front of her and stood up, her chair scooting backwards with a loud squeak.

"Please excuse me."

She shot a glance at Meredith, hoping she would catch onto what she was doing. She walked out of the dining hall and to the corridor where Azalea stood with the stranger. She was fuming. Her eyes seemed to have a burning flame just behind them. She had never seen someone so angry and so empty at the same time. She rushed over and grabbed Azalea by the hand, giving her a panicked look. There was consternation in her voice, despite her calm appearance.

"Sorry to interrupt. Lea, we will be late for breakfast if we don't hurry. We need to go, now."

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[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston

Magnus saw Meredith's gesture and a ever so slight smile formed on his face. Even though he wished he could wave and talk to the girl, before all else, he was on duty. Magnus needed to act professionally in front of the children and unfortunately... Soris. Oh how he dreamt that he could play around in the view of the king just to make him mad.

Breakfast time was fast approaching and and not all of the children were in their respective places. Magnus quickly went to Jonah, Princess Prudence, and Princess Azalea. Looking at the three, he tried to formulate the words to warn them of Soris' arrival. Times like these, Magnus wished he could make a loud voice or even an audible voice. His swordplay was the only reason he had been promoted to a guard. Without it, Magnus would have probably have ended up as a scholar or worse...

“We must...” he started ever so softly, “Hurry... Soris....”

He didn't know if any of them heard him but thank God Princess Prudence had the head to warn them of the impending threat coming their way. Of course Soris would not punish the children too severely but the servants would not share the same fate. Meredith would be thoroughly beaten while Magnus himself would be lucky if he were to be executed.

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[SilverSkyWolf]

Wren ran into the dinning hall sat down and grabbed one of the pieces of bread on the otherwise empty table (the rest of the food would arrive later). They weren't spoused to start until Soris arrived but Wren didn't care, he just stuffed the bread into his mouth savouring it's taste.

(Don't know what else to say)
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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Sellinous Barnou

The captain moved down the hall, seeking the absent eldest daughter. They all knew that Soris didn't like when the royal children failed to attend breakfast, or any other meal. He just couldn't possibly understand why she wouldn't show up now, putting her siblings at risk. That certainly wasn't like her... unless she was... he paused, hearing angry voices down the hall. He let out a sigh, already knowing the answer as he strode over to the two arguing. One of his guardsmen was involved too. Fantastic. He arrived just in time to see Johan get slapped, and as much as he would have chuckled, now wasn't the time. He stood behind the two, arms crossed, looking stern. "May I ask why you two are here, bickering like children when you are expected by Soris at breakfast?" He began, in a cold, tired voice that gave the impression he wasn't having a good time being here.

"You especially, Azalea. You know especially well that your tardiness could put your sibling at risk," he grumbled, shaking his head. He simply nodded to Prudence as she attempted to bring Azalea off. "Your assistance is appreciated, but you'd best be off too." He turned to Johan, eyes narrowing. "And you and I are gonna have a talk after breakfast, soldier." He paused for a moment. "Actually, you too, Azalea. I would like to speak with the both of you."

 

[madame moiselle]

Jonah E. Rivers

My brain has no heart. My heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind I seem heartless, and when I do what my heart tells me, I seem thoughtless. Jonah E. Rivers

It stung.

It almost felt like a wake-up call, an alarm to warn him he had gone way too far. Not only was it a reaction to immense anger for women, it was a tool to alarm men, to tell them they had crossed over the line. A painful alarm.
Well. It was just as he wanted. He had tugged on her temper, right at breaking point. All that was needed was one last insult. One last mocking. And what was his reward? A stinging slap to the face.

Jonah regained his gaze on the Princess, her face now inches away from his. His temper was still there, flaring, but he restrained himself. He could never strike a girl. The Princess's voice was low and hollow, pained even. Jonah gazed deep into her yellow-green eyes and saw all the hidden pain, guilt, brokenness the Princess had been trying to mask over.
Immediately, he felt regret flood in. The anger within trickled away, leaving behind only the pain of the slap, and even more guilt and regret. How could he have yelled at her? How could he have let his temper unleash itself on a woman? Especially when that woman was the Princess...a Princess who's life wasn't all as it was cracked up to be. And when he gazed into her eyes once more, he didn't see perfection. All he saw was a shattered, imperfect mirror, struggling to pick up the pieces, no matter how sharp and painful they were. The mirror reflected a plethora of painful memories, ones that had been tormenting her head for way too long. They reflected a story of her past, a broken, twisted story, one where the Princess never got her happily ever after.
Jonah, without knowing it, had gotten an exclusive glimpse into someone's true self, the smiling and flirtatious mask gone. Speechless, Jonah realized that there was more to her, a deeper, darker self, someone she didn't like to bring into the open. She too hid a broken past, hid behind a shell, a sickeningly sweeter version of herself, just so no one could find out all the secrets, all the sins, and all the sorrows she had to go through. Just like him. It was startling to think that she and Jonah had so much in common.
Too much in common.

Jonah felt the unspeakable urge to plead forgiveness, to say sorry. But his mouth stayed shut, his eyes staring straight into the Princess's empty ones, the stinging still lingering. Pride wouldn't let him say it out loud. His thoughts stayed in his mind, all jumbled and the guilt felt even heavier. So heavy, Jonah felt as if it would crush him. His instincts told him to ask forgiveness. In fact, every ounce of his consciousness told him to do it.
But he didn't.
He only wished his words hadn't been so sharp, so keen, keen enough to cut her. Jonah only wished his words carried his heartfelt feelings along with it as well, so he wouldn't have to seem so heartless. And yet, when his actions were truly heartfelt, Jonah only wished they had the smartness of his mind as well, so he wouldn't have to seem so thoughtless. Like right now. Refusing to say sorry seemed like the most irrational thing in the world. The Princess would hate him for it.
And he didn't even know her name.

Jonah's attention switched from the oldest Princess to the younger one, the one with a flower crown on her head. She seemed worried, discomposed, and was quick to grab her older sister's hand, telling her they'll be late if they didn't hurry. The same message was said by another man, this one a soldier. He seemed flustered, unable to even formulate the right words to make a comprehensible sentence. Jonah gave him a look of disdain before one last person joined their lovely little chat.

The captain of the guard. Jonah couldn't help but redden slightly, embarrassed that everyone could have heard the two arguing. It shouldn't be that surprising, he thought. After all, anger is never quiet.

Jonah turned around to see the broad-shouldered elderly man, who looked as if he had weathered too many battles. His brown eyes flickered in annoyance and his tired expression indicated that he didn't have much of a good day. It was none other than the captain of the guard himself, Sellinous Barnou. Jonah was prepared to protest, but decided against it, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, glancing away stubbornly as Sellinous began spouting off instructions and minor scoldings. Jonah perked up slightly, hearing the oldest Princess's name being mentioned.

Azalea, he thought, glancing back at the woman. It seemed like the perfect name. Perfectly fit for a princess...
Jonah knew he was going to remember that.


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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

Meredith watched Magnus as he left the room to find the remaining siblings. She hoped he'd be able to break up the situation before Soris arrived. She was going to peer out of the door to see what was happening, but her eyes were diverted towards Wren as he took it upon himself to take some bread.

"Oh, no... No, Wren," she softly berated him. She quickly began to rearrange the well placed display of bread so it didn't look like anything was missing. "You know you can't eat anything until King Soris arrives and permits it," she told him. She wasn't shouting at him as it wasn't her place to. She was merely lecturing him for his and everyone else's sake. "Eat it quickly, before he sees," she whispered. She positioned herself so anyone entering the dining hall wouldn't see Wren finishing off the food he'd taken. She then saw Kale looking agitated, wanting some bread for himself, so she rushed to him to distract him for as long as she could. She hoped everyone would be in their seats soon.

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[madame moiselle]

Princess Rebecca 'Becca' L. Harcourt

Behind my smile is a hurting heart, behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am... isn't me. Becca Harcourt's Poems of Sorrow

Before Becca knew it, she was whisked away with the rest of her siblings, off to join Soris for breakfast, accompanied by Meredith. Becca realized Lea had stayed behind, to deal with the stranger. Becca didn't know whether to be worried or pleased. The stranger had been insulting them for the past hour, and it was relieving to hear that he was being dealt with. Prue had even mustered up the courage to go and see what all the fuss was about. However, he wasn't a prince---he didn't grow up with the same rules and mannerisms as she or any other of her siblings. What if Lea and him had escalated into a fight? What if the man hit her? What if Lea was being beaten right at this very moment? The man was most likely a Crelakorian soldier or servant of some sort, and it wouldn't be a surprise, but just at the very thought of her sister being beaten, Becca felt anger flare. Tears began to form, and she tried to comfort herself by reminding herself that Lea was perfectly capable of defending herself. After all, she was a princess with the strength of a warrior. However, that did little to halt the tears from flowing. As she cried quietly in her seat, Becca wished she wasn't so emotionally unstable.

Becca glanced up, realizing Prue wasn't here yet, with Lea right beside her. Becca's heart quickened. Breakfast was almost upon them. Panic began to take over, and Becca couldn't help but wonder if she should go see what the problem was. Truly a rash decision, Becca stood up quickly, rapidly trying to turn around and sprint for the hall, just before Soris could come. However, she was stopped by a slip of the feet, a queer twist of the foot, and she fell down, crying out in pain.
Jessamine was right next to her, her eyes wide in shock. "Meredith! Meredith, help! Becca's hurt!" called out Jessamine, her tone worried.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea didn't know how long they stood like that. She was breathless, though she didn't know why. Her eyes flared a bright yellow, and yet it dawned on her she could feel her heart threatening to leap out of her chest as she realized she had just showed him a little piece of what was inside of her, because suddenly he seemed speechless, just as she was, his restrained anger seemed to fade away and left...what? She watched his eyes for emotion and saw exactly what she was feeling. He was broken. A small hint of the man he used to be.

Suddenly she wished his anger had returned, because anything was better then him gazing into her eyes like he saw exactly what was going on in her mind, and in her memories. She felt as if he was prying open her walls open and she wanted to close them up instantly. So why wasn't she looking away? She suddenly felt as if she was being strangled.

Azalea jumped hard when Prue grabbed her hand, snapping her out of whatever trance she'd been in, she looked at Prue, her face a mixture of surprise, sadness, and anger. It took her a couple moments to register Prue's words.

Azalea quickly pulled the the gold chain pocketwatch out of her pocket just as Magnus approached and quietly warned them of Soris. She didn't even have the time to glance at the time before the captain of the guard showed up. Azalea looked up to meet the face of Sellinous Barnou, she internally cringed, wondering how much the three had listened or witnessed of her and the mans conversation. She didn't say a word as Selly scolded her, guilt sinking in for putting everyone at risk. She clenched her jaw however, her pride not allowing her to show her guilt.

She glanced down at her pocket watch, the minute hand was just two minutes away from hitting eight.

"Oh!" Azalea said suddenly, both from surprise and horror.

She grabbed Prue's hand and took off towards the dining room, she glanced back once at the man.

She didn't even know his name.

Just as Azalea entered the dining room, she witnessed Becca hit the fooor and cry out in pain, Jessamine yell for Meredith, and Kale, who screamed when ever he was dissatisfied or upset, began to let out bloodcurdling screams which almost seem to make the windows rattle, Ivy reached for some bread amoungst the chaos and Willow began to wail.

The dining room was chaos.

Azalea flew to Becca, falling to her knees beside her, not knowing what was wrong, Azalea instantly brought Becca into her arms, cradling her. She looked to Meredith and Lex for help. And they only had two minutes to make it right.
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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

Meredith was occupied with a now giggling Kale when she heard Becca fall down and cry out in pain. This was followed by Jessamine yelling for her to help. "Rebecca!" Meredith worriedly called out, just as Azalea rushed down to her her little sister. Then Kale screamed out, Ivy decided to steal some bread, and Willow began wailing too. The handmaiden had been doing everything she could to keep things in the dining hall under control, but everything that could go wrong was going wrong all at once. Although she was terrified everyone would blame her for the chaos, she had to keep a calm and controlled expression on her face. She couldn't have the little ones even more unsettled.

Meredith lifted Kale out of his seat and held him close to calm him down. By now the whole palace must have heard his piercing scream, so the only thing she could do was to stop it from going on any longer. "Does Princess Rebecca need the doctor?" she worriedly asked Azalea. If she did, she would ask one of the other servants to find the doctor. She hoped Lex or one of the other older siblings would tend to Willow, as trying to calm Kale down was more than two hands full. "Everyone else, please sit at your places. And don't take any more bread!" she firmly told them. If it wasn't for the need to look after the royal children, she would most likely be crying herself by now.

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[arryn]

Prudence rushed alongside her sister to the dining hall only to see the chaos that had ensued since her departure. She was overwhelmed at the screaming and running about. Soris was surely on his way and he would be very unhappy if this was the sight he saw. They would surely all be punished.

Seeing that Azalea was taking care of Becca, she rushed over to where Ivy sat and took the bread from her hands before she could take a bite.

"You know better, child! No eating until Soris arrives!"

She placed the bread back into the bowl and hurried to where Willow sat, now wailing louder than ever. She picked her up and cradled her in her arms, hushing her and rocking her back and forth. The chaos dampened slightly but was still prevalent.

She winced as the grandfather clock struck 8 and the large bell rung signalling for breakfast to commence. She almost gasped, she was so panicked. She returned to her seat, still cradling Willow, and her heart raced as she watched the other siblings fumble to their seats.

She shut her eyes and prayed to herself that Soris would arrive late. A few minutes were all they needed.

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Actions: She is in the far back of the castle garden, hand drying the sheets
Position: Servant

Alena's sweet humming melody soon came to an end. Since she was getting to carried away with the song. It began to bring back memories of her mother who would always sing that song to her. There hasn't been a day where Alena wouldn't think about her mother, her mother was her everything. When her father used to beat her mother, Alena would usually block her mother from the hits and she would take it herself. It would anger her father more and more, who was always drunk, and hated to see her mother in pain so she took the liberty of always being her mothers shield even when her mother hates it when she does that. Alena would give up everything to see her mother, but she can't. During the night of her mother and sisters escape from the savages, Alena had told her mother to go to the third neighboring village that was past the mountains. Ever since that night, she hasn't heard from them since. But every night before she sleeps, she writes to her mother about her day and what she is doing and every month she'll send a little bit of money in hopes that they will get it. Alena wakes up every morning to go to the market since she is well liked by a merchant and his wife, and she will have them mail it off for her. She does this because she doesn't want the others of the castle to find out that she has been writing and sending the little money she has over to her mother.

One day during her visit, Alena had gotten a letter back and when she opened it a flower had fallen out and she read the letter. Tears of joy had run down her cheeks when she finds out that her mother was well and her sister. Her mother and sister are very well off since her mother remarried a nice man who was a noble man. Alena was happy, and very appreciative that her mother and younger sister had escaped that night. Alena did that for them to show her love, she sacrificed everything that she had in order for her mother and sister to live.

Alena was drowned in her thoughts before she heard footsteps approaching her. Alena gasped when she heard a males voice and she had dropped the sheet on the floor, but quickly picked it up. Alena hung up the sheet with small laundry pins, "Hello. Do you need assistance with anything?" She asked him with a soft voice.

"Oh, no. I just came out here to get a moment to myself before I went off to watch over breakfast, My apologies, I did not intend to disturb you in your business." He got a a closer look at the girl. She was a servant, that was obvious. He definitely hadn't seen her before, as he was positive that he'd have remembered someone like her. "I also forgot to introduce myself, I am Halzarth Hadrada, and you are?" He knew she'd had heard of him, everyone spoke of, and sometimes in his absence joked about, the Commandant. That is when he heard yells from the dining hall, and he quickly straightened his posture. "That probably requires my attention." He ran down out of the room, down the hall, and into the dining hall, drawing his longsword, but putting it away when he realized nothing serious seemed to be happening. "Fortunately I was to make my way here anyways." He walked over to one of the doors, awaiting the arrival of Soris and keeping an eye on the children. Ms. Sparrow madame moiselle Misty Gray

 

[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston

Magnus sighed at all the chaos going on and sighed, usually, his shift was peaceful with none of this madness. Rubbing his temples, he slowly walked over to Becca and stared for a minute. He honestly did not know how to take care of children much less a crying one. He rummaged through his satchel trying to find something that would cheer the poor girl up.

A book? No, children would probably find a book immensely boring... A piece of bread he had pilfered that morning? They were gonna have breakfast soon... Silly... Rummaging some more, his hand moved around several objects of non importance until he came across something he had forgotten about.

Reaching into one of his books, Magnus carefully took out a pressed daisy that he had pressed several weeks ago. He had read about pressing flowers as a means to preserve them and it had been his hobby for several days until the gardener had caught him in the act and thoroughly scolded him.

“Don't cry little one...” he said softly, “Here... I'll give you this if you stop...”
He took a look at the young princess; to have gone through so much and yet still at such a young age. Magnus felt bad for the poor girl, "Hush now..." he tried again to make the little Princess Becca quiet down, "It's going to be.... okay..."

Magnus held the daisy by the stem, trying his best not to crush the poor flower between his metal plated gloves. Hopefully the little princess liked flowers, if not then Magnus was out of options unless she wanted the bread.

Magnus quickly glanced at the clock and held his breath; Soris would be here soon and he needed to return to his post as quickly as possible. He placed the flower in Becca's hand and quickly returned to his post while praying all the commotion would die down soon enough.

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[Zaltusinel]

Lex Harcourt
(Sorry, had some internet troubles)
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The inner chaos that was his siblings reflected across his inner prison. The problem that made it impossible to see. In all truth, Lex held his head to that. Maybe he couldn't last long enough, but he wouldn't pursue that apple of death. As the chaos raged, he could feel himself immune to it. Nothing reached him anymore, he simply shugged it off. Many others had helped, he would not produce any better relief.

In a little truth, Lex felt useless. Without his soul, he felt as a zombie. If any of his siblings would perish, he wouldn't react as intended. Lex raided his head, letting frost echo throughout him. He knew he was fighting another demon, but of a different kind. Sori seemed more of a curropted angel fighting for death. What if Soris was much like him? That would really be an eye opener. Lex prayed that maybe even Soris could be come to his senses. Lex's senses would tell him soon. Maybe shadow wasn't alone, a plague of some sort was spreading. Not of the body, but of the soul. Then he felt a purpose, a drive to find a cure. Lex peered around the room. Everyone seemed pure and correct, he felt partial and unclean.

As his thoughts rolled foward, he felt something erupt. Surrounded on all sides by demons and saddness, he refused to give in. Azalea, Becca, Prue, Edward, and the others needed him to make it. He must be there for them, because Azalea needed him. She could not do it alone, she may believe she is beyond hope. But Lex cannot give up on her. No, no, no. Retribution, as some of the town know Lex, is not finished. Silence is louder than words.

Lex mouthed silently, "The war within begins."

Determination flooded Lex's body. Something set free of the prison. A rattling noise inside his mind signalled the other demon.

"Finally gonna put up a fight. Awesome, more fun. Though, I won't let him have you. Oh no, I will be smart. Good luck, I know you'll do good."

Lex respode in a hearable whisper, "There's another way shadow. I will bring you back to me, my best friend."

@Anone for interact

 

[sprouhtt]

Location: Castle hallway
Interactions: Lordvader59
Mentioned: Zaltusinel
Actions: Eavesdropping
Position: Servant

Amara gave a quick yet gentle smile at him,"I will not repeat my name, for I had already said it." She told him as she brought the basket in front of her. Amara wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know her, she was nobody important so why would he remember her. Amara doesn't socialize with the other servants or guards like most of them. She knew that her theory of him being a guard was true, Amara nodded her head slightly as he told her that he was going to leave to attend to the distant commotions. Amara watched as he left her, she went back inside as well and she went upstairs. Amara took the time to admire how beautiful the grand staircase was and how greatly painted the ceiling were, it was truly a work of a god. Amara hadn't met all of the royal children since she has been drowning herself with work.

She knew that where ever there were the royal children, stay away and try not to get on their bad side. Amara was very strict about personal space and she respected everyone's space.

When Amara got to the top of the stair case, she realized that the basket was still in her hands. She shook her head and went back down, but soon she heard a voice. A whispering voice but it was easily detected since Amara had ears like a bat. Amara knew it was bad to investigate and that curiosity did indeed kill the cat. She went anyways. Amara went back up and she followed and listened closely for that voice until she came at a corner and looked across the hall at a door. She heard a deep voice talking, it sounded like maybe one of the royals or guards. But this was strange to her since it didn't sound like a positive conversation. Bring who back? She thought to herself and listened closer. "Shadow?!" Amara gasped and immediately thought that this voice was a user in dark magic or did some sinister things to be talking like this. She quickly covered her mouth when she spoke a bit too loudly and she began to back away from the door. Yep, now she was the cat who was curious enough to go to the unknown and now the same thing that killed the cat would kill her if she got caught.

 

[Luminescent]

Rosette Harcourt

Rosette sat at the dining table closest to the doors. Prior to her sitting calmly, she had been chasing Aaliyah around the table in circles. Meredith put them back into their places, but not without a fight. Rosie was pulling at a loose thread in her dress and it slowly was becoming unraveled at the bottom. When Jessamine called out for Meredith, her attention shifted upwards to where Becca had fallen. But just as quickly as she had looked up, she saw Aaliyah making faces at her from across the table. She let out a loud giggle that sounded almost more like a yell. She started making faces back, which made Aaliyah stand up on her chair to make more faces. Rosie one-upped her and stood on the table making faces. Before Aaliyah could do the same, there was a large bell that rung out through the dining room. It was breakfast time. Of course, Rosie was too young to understand that it meant to sit back down. Instead, she walked back to her seat and jumped up and down on her chair, giggling. Everyone else was too preoccupied with whatever they were doing to notice her there, so there she stayed, giggling and jumping.

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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

The only sound that seemed to pierce through Meredith more than Kale's screaming was the sound of the clock's bell ringing out to announce breakfast time. The toddler's scream stopped and turned into laughter instead. The laughter was joined by Kale scrunching up his face and painfully tugging on Meredith's hair which he had tightly grasped hold of. "No, Kale!" she told him. With the now smiling boy still holding on to her hair, she carefully placed him back into his seat. She then began to carefully loosen his fingers from around her hair. As soon as he'd let go, she could see the dissatisfaction on the boy's face. She was too afraid to look over her shoulder to see if Soris had arrived, though judging by the continued noise from some of the other children, she suspected he was not yet present. She looked around for anything she could place into Kale's hand before he started another tantrum. Thankfully, she saw a small teddy bear which had been perched on the corner of the table, so she retrieved it and placed it into his hand. "There you go, Kale. Now please don't cry again. Let me see your smile," she said, almost pleading, but still managing a bright smile for him.​

 

[madame moiselle]

Princess Rebecca 'Becca' L. Harcourt

The pain that you're feeling, can't compare to the joy that's coming. Romans 8:18 (Bible)

Oh, Becca really hoped she hadn't twisted her foot.

It didn't seem like it...but boy, did it hurt. Becca did remember hearing and feeling a pop as she fell, but she hadn't twisted her foot. That was the good news. But what had she done? Sprained it? Becca felt the tears come, the pain immense. Whatever it was, it was severe. Becca lay in a state of shock. In an instant, worried voices and stiff bodies surrounded the area, but they were all strangely muffled. Becca's world slowed to a crawl, and as the shock wore off, the pain threatening to slip her into unconsciousness. She dimly realized she was in her oldest sister's arms, on the ground. Becca tried to move, nudging her injured foot as well. She cried out in agony as the pain increased. She fell limp, recalling this was the royal dining room. And Soris...he was going to be here any minute! With a sickening feeling, Becca tried not to think about what Soris would do if he'd come here right at this moment, and witness the absolute chaos. Tears ran down her face as she began to feel her ankle swell. She needs help, thought Becca, glancing at her sister, who looked as if she didn't know what to do. She couldn't carry Becca all by herself, and it seemed everyone was occupied with their own problems.

Suddenly, Becca's eyes widened as someone else appeared in all the mayhem. It was the Crelakorian servant, the man who had mocked Lea earlier. He noticed her, his expression bewildered and concerned at the same time. A moment later, he was by their side, ready to help. Becca looked at him in distrust, shying away from him. He was a Crelakorian, allied with Soris. And he had hurt Lea. There was no way she was letting him touch her.
"Trust me," he said, his arms out, glancing at both Lea and Becca. Lea was glaring at him as well, but gently prodded Becca towards him. With surprising gentleness, the man picked her up and slowly laid her upon the softest chair he could find.
Which, conveniently, was Soris's chair.

(So sorry but I'm really rushing right now. Gonna do Jonah's post later! Byeeee my mom's mad)
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Ms. Sparrow
Misty Gray
Zaltusinel
and anyone else I missed!

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea watched everything descended into chaos. Lex wasn't doing anything. Sitting emotionless and unmoving at the table, muttering something, god knows what. Aaliyah and Josie seemed to be enjoying the chaos, Becca had a sprained foot, but on the bright side, Aaliyah and Rosie having fun made Willow stop crying, Meredith had finally distracted Kale enough to satisfy him, Prue had taken the bread from Ivy, and all was falling right back into place.

And then the bell rang eight times. Signaling 8AM.

Azalea could've cried.

She looked at Meredith, "Its sprained, we need to get her to the infirmiry." Azalea was barely keeping her tone even and calm, just slightly shakey.

She ran a trembling hand through Becca's air, resting her chin on her head with a shakey breath, her mind raced for opinions. Would Soris let Becca go? Who would take her? Nobody was gonna risk their post and leave under the threat of Soris. She'd do it if she could carry Becca, and she couldn't ask anyone to help. The sensation of hopelessness was sinking into her stomach like a knife.

And then there he was.

She'd just slapped him, insulted him, and didn't even know his name and he was at her side instantly, she looked at him in surprise and confusion. Instinctively she pulled Becca closer to her chest and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Until he said to trust him. In these times, trust was...hard to come by. Azalea didn't know who she could, and couldn't trust. Azalea stared daggers at him but gently pushed Becca towards him with no other choice, her eyes were all the threat he needed. If he harmed Becca...well, he knew what would happen.

Or he'd find out.

She warily stood as he gently scooped Becca into his muscular arms that she really shouldn't be noticing, she watched him set her down gently at the chair at the head of the table. His chair.

Azalea lept into action, she ran over to Aaliyah, and demanded she sit down, forcing her to sit back in her seat, and then demanding the sake of Rosie. The dining room was finally calm, all for Lex that was.

Azalea pulled off her black glove and considered the red fingernail prints in her palm. She sighed.

A clattering across the floor interrupted her thoughts—the watch. Ivy had been fiddling and fumbling with it ever since the bread was taken from her. Azalea gave it to her to distract her for the time being and to watch the time, the watch had used to belong to Cal. Used to. He'd given it to her in his final moments. Now Ivy had tossed it up into the air and it hit the table, sending it across the fooor.

“Oh, Ivy, honestly,” said Azalea, striding to pick it up, by the doorframe. “If you can’t keep it in your hands—”

A pair of black gloves scooped it up just as Azalea leaned down to take it.

Azalea straightened sharply. “Give it back!” she said.

Soris, only a few inches from her, his dark form taking up her entire vision, rubbed his thumb over the smooth, curved surface of the watch. He was dressed all in black. Not boring black, but dashing black. One so smooth that stars would have gotten lost in it, as usual. He wore a costume of a long waistcoat and a sweeping cloak that brushed the edge of the marble.

It complemented his face, a specter of high cheekbones with hints of long dimples. His midnight hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and his eyes—even across the distance—blazed pure black. Dead. Empty eyes. He lazily regarded Azalea, making no other movement.

“Soris!”

He inhaled slowly, took Azalea’s outstretched hand—shudders went through her throat, he felt so solid—and pressed the gold watch into her marked palm.

“I was only picking it up,” he said, quietly. His thumb rubbed a red nail mark on her hand. A smile crossed his lips. “Temper, temper.”

Azalea pulled her hand away, her ears hot, and shoved the watch in her pocket. All the way she walked back to her seat she wiped her hand on her skirts, trying to get rid of the silky feeling of Soris's thumb stroking her palm.

Azalea stiffly sat down in her seat, to the right of Soris's chair at the head of the table. Not wanting any of her siblings sitting near him. She glanced at Becca and the servant from earlier to see how they were faring, and silently praying they would move, and quickly. Because Azalea wasn't the only one watching them.

Soris looked at Becca and Jonah with black narrowed eyes. The room was filled with a stiffening, tense silence. Azalea struggled to find her words suddenly, fear taking over as she thought of the worse scenario.
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[madame moiselle]

Jonah E. Rivers

Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair. Unknown

While the royal dining room was unraveling in all sorts of chaos, Jonah was slowly returning to where he was originally supposed to be: the kitchens. He knew that by now, Cook would be off the hook with him. Once again in a sour mood, Jonah just knew this incident would cost him his only steady job.

As Jonah passed through the lavish hallways, he caught the sight of a few men up ahead, dressed as soldiers. They all bore the Crelakorian insignia on their chest plates. One of them clearly looked to be a high commander, with an esteemed and professional aura coming from him, his mustache trimmed to perfection. Jonah made sure to slip away into the shadows, so they would him no heed. However, Jonah couldn't resist but glance and catch a bit at what they were saying.

"The dining room is a mess," said one. "Perhaps we should look into it? Make sure it isn't too much of a mess?"
"Aye, leave 'em to it," argued the other, grinning darkly. "'Tis just another opportunity to see those bastard siblings get their asses a whoopin' by the King. Mayhaps even earnin' one or two an execution! Aye, I can hear the gallows wailin' for the blood of those condemned children."
"Indeed," answered the commander, his mustache twitching, indicating his smile. "Actually, I just passed it on my way here. One of the little witch girls hurt her ankle badly---seems to be a sprain to me. The oldest, Azalea, had her wrapped inside her arms, calling out for help. No one heard her---they were all occupied with their own misfortunes."
"Did you help her?" inquired the first, rather timid guard. The rugged-looking soldier gave him a look of disdain. "Help her? Aye, she's got two good feet and a pair o' arms---she can take care of that little wench just fine. As fer misfortunes, 'tis not a surprise. They're all a curse. They're better off to the gallows. Makes me wonder why Soris is keepin' em anyway. Me thinks 'tis poor judgment on his part."
The commander angrily shook a finger at the rugged soldier. "Quiet, you fool! I will not tolerate such ill will towards the King. He has brought Crelakor unimaginable wealth and riches, while single-handedly uniting all five kingdoms at once. Poor judgment, you say? I dare think not. Now, one more word, Wallace, and it will be you who's blood the gallows will be wailing for."

Jonah felt an unnatural twist in his stomach at the mention of the gallows and Soris. If he wasn't careful, he could be facing the gallows one last time, and this time, there would be no chance of escaping. Jonah slipped away silently from the Crelakorian guards' conversation and headed for the kitchens, determined to get there and not create any more reasons for Cook to fire him. Jonah crossed endless hallways once again, but not before he heard the sounds of distant chaos. The large clock tower also emitted a distant echo across the whole palace, signaling 8 AM.
Curiosity killed the hardened, logical side of him and prompted him to move towards the sounds. Jonah soon came upon the royal dining room, and what a sight.
Wailing children, disturbed plates of food, maids running about, knocked over chairs---the very chaos the commander had earlier described. Jonah immediately recognized the piercing, tearful look of the injured young Princess. A flash of concern and bewilderment crossed his features as he laid eyes upon her swelling ankle, looking very serious indeed. And there was Azalea on the ground with graceful arms around her sister, looking worried and panicked beyond comprehension. Jonah glanced around, wondering if anyone was going to come to her aid. But just as the commander had mused before, everyone seemed too busy to help.
It was up to him.
A thousand doubts, a thousand emotions. He didn't know why he was even thinking about it. He should just ignore the fact that the little princess was severely injured and head for the kitchens, to save his own skin. Why should he risk everything for one measly little girl and her extremely attractive but fiery-tempered older sister, who both clearly seemed to feel nothing but hate towards him?
Jonah had all reason to just turn around and forget about it. Which was ironic, because years ago, when life seemed perfect and untouched, Jonah would've thrown all doubts aside and helped the best way he could, his generous heart always prevailing.
His heart was hardened now. Life wasn't all picture-perfect, and instead of getting touched by evil, it had been practically assaulted. Jonah had to just turn around and forget about it, use his head instead of his heart.
But you know, the heart always has a funny way of switching that saying over it's head.
Jonah had no idea how he had such a change of heart. But it happened. That withering little flame of hope and generosity suddenly flickered back to life just as Jonah began his way towards the two sisters. The flame, though small, had a profound effect. It made Jonah extend his hand out in offer of help, made him recognize the hostility in the Princesses' eyes as he did so.

They don't trust you, whispered the voice in his head. So why help them? It's not like one silly act of kindness can change anything.

But his heart told him something different. One act of kindness can change anything. In fact, it can change everything.
"Trust me," murmured Jonah, his voice uncharacteristically soft. The young girl flinched away from his hand and Azalea pulled her closer to her chest, as if trying to protect her from some vicious predator. Jonah didn't falter. He knew Azalea had to accept him sooner or later. Soris was about to come soon.

Before he knew it, the younger sister was gently pushed towards him reluctantly. Jonah read the message in Azalea's eyes: Hurt her and I hurt you. Jonah accepted the small sister into his sturdy arms. Though rough and scarred from years of withstanding the streets of Crelakor and hard work, Jonah handled the young princess with surprising care and gentleness, showing the part of his equally caring mother that he had inherited.

Jonah glanced around the room quickly, knowing all the hard, wooden chairs wouldn't do. Then, his eyes landed on the biggest chair of them all; a plushy, velvet armchair that seemed to have cost a small fortune, clearly standing out from all the other, bland, hard chairs. Hastily, Jonah made his way to the chair and delicately placed the young girl on the chair, being mindful of her sprained ankle.
"Thank you," whispered the young Princess, her voice so soft, Jonah had to strain to hear.
"Thank you for trusting me," he answered back, a slight smile gracing his lips. The girl gave him a scrutinizing look, as if she were trying to figure something out about him. Well, good luck. Jonah was a pretty complicated and calculating person, with an equally mysterious and complex past to go with it.
"W--" The Princess paused for a moment, groaning in pain. "What's your name?"
"Jonah," he answered back. "Jonah Ezekiel Rivers. What's yours?"
"Becca," she answered timidly, though hoarsely. "Rebecca Lea Har---"

A clattering interrupted Becca as Jonah straightened to see what was going on. He saw Azalea straining to pick up a good-looking watch---however, someone beat her to it.

Soris.

The moment Jonah laid eyes on the King, it was no longer the same, sleek and malicious man he saw. Instead, the fashionably darkly dressed King's features were replaced with those of the same man Jonah had killed that night three years ago, a high commander of the Crelakorian Army. Jonah's breath hitched, the brief, horrendous and quite vivid memory of plunging that blade into the man's stomach, watching him bleed to death on the cobblestoned road. His lifeless eyes, the consequences of Jonah's actions. Oh, how he suffered in that prison cell as he awaited his execution. Crashing emotions, the shock of it all. Jonah was no murderer. He was only a boy---his mother taught him respect and dignity (even though she had lost quite a bit of her sensibility after being struck with the illness) and Jonah's morals were as good as any man's. The dread, the apprehension. The foreboding of his death, his future suddenly completely ripped away from him, even if he hadn't had much of a future to begin with. It seemed that he too, would die an early death, leave this life before he had even a chance to begin it.

Then, there was hope.

Old friends. Most of them street beggars, but friends all the same. It seemed they had his back, recalling his generosity as a child and still remaining in him as an adolescent. Some were even indebted to him. By some miracle, Jonah had escaped. His life as a fugitive had begun. Oh, Jonah recalled the days of being wildly hunted, wanted signs plastered all over the capital. After all, Jonah had killed Soris's closest, most loyal friend.The first time he had met Soris was in his cell, as Soris came in to examine him. Jonah would never forget that horrid look of contempt and disdain, yet there was a mixture of slight admiration and interest. It seemed Soris liked the boy's fighting, rebellious and mischievous spirit. Maybe it was spirit enough to get a one-eay ticket out of prison. But it was exactly that reckless spirit of Jonah's that led him to kill and to that place in the first place, and what led him to spit few of the most insulting remarks to the man in the history of insults. Soris didn't give much of a reaction, but Jonah remembered seeing the admiration gone, now replaced by cold hatred and scorn. Soris must've remembered that this was the same boy that had killed his closest confidential, Sir James Derevois, a highly respected officer and a man of many words, and many skills. That was the night Soris coolly sentenced Jonah to death.

With three years here and gone, Jonah still wondered whether Soris remembered him at all. He met Soris's narrowing, sharp glare with a steady, unflinching one of his own. Just as his mother had the audacity to flee her gypsy life many years before, so had Jonah the same kind of audacity to face Soris right at this moment, amid the stiffling, thick tension-filled silence.


Ms. Sparrow
Zaltusinel
Misty Gray
SirDerpingtonIV
Damafaud Luminescent
Teacup Cat arryn
SilverSkyWolf
arryn
Luminescent

(I think I made it a bit too emotional and thoughtful but eh.......meanwhile I was supposed to be doing math questions with the time I had....yep, definitely won't getint rouble tomorrow!}


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