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Asua

Asua

Shieldmaiden

This is where our journey begins! Dont post here until i make the first post!
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King Robert of Verlais
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Robert sat on his throne in the throne room. Out in front of him the court had all gathered for the arrival of the young Queen of Riga, Amelia. This was a great day for Robert, today the contracts would be signed binding their two kingdoms together, once the marriage happened of course but the Queen had already accepted the betrothal so it was a sure thing really. All of the lords of Verlais had come to attend this great wedding and the King and Queen of Origia had also come. After the marriage Robert would essentially be in control of two kingdoms and over one hundred thousand men, the largest army in all the land but first he would have to deal with the barbarian King who had raised an army equally as large, but they were undisciplined and void of any knowledge of battle tactics and had insignificant amounts of cavalry, a huge disadvantage. "You, come here" He suddenly commanded a local guardsmen "Yes, my king" He said approaching the King's throne "Where are my children?" Robert asked him "Princess Vaila is visiting a local Orphanage" This brought a smile to the King's face, his daughter knew how to play the people and make them love her, afterall he was a peasant farmer not to long ago before he became a soldier "I am unsure where Princes Leon and Alaric are your grace" The guardsmen finished. "Find them" Robert commanded, leaning back on his throne and looking out at the court, news was that the Queen of Riga's party had been spotted on the horizon, he had sent a party of knights out to escort her into the castle and up to the decorated throne room. Robert looked out at the crowd once again, trying to spot the King and Queen of Origia, surely royalty did not belong among the courtiers but beside him at his throne. (They may not be in the room yet)
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Princess Vaila of Verlais
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Vaila stood among the orphans who groped at her feet, they were starving, things had grown worse as of late. "Guards, give these poor children all the food i brought" She snapped her fingers "Yes, my princess" The guards spoke in unity and quickly left the orphanage to grab the castle food she had brought from the carriage. "Thank you so much Princess" the headmistress of the orphanage, a skinny old woman said, falling to her knees in tears and groping at Vaila's long and very expensive blue dress. Vaila turned to Jeanne as the soldiers came back with big baskets of fine bread and salted pork and fish "Please Jeanne, would you help distribute the food?" She asked her, grabbing a piece of bread and handing it to an orphan that was so skinny and starved she could see his rib cage and the flesh hanging off of his bones. How could her father, a former peasant himself let such atrocities happen? This was not the old royal family but the house of Durrandon, a house of the common folk and the helpless, protectors of ALL of Verlais
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The warrior couldn't help but give a heavy sigh as he witnessed the gathering on the horizon. A great party was being thrown for his Queen's betrothal and he absolutely needed to be by her side during the festivities. While he would give his life for the queen without hesitation, Fenrir always had a problem with with these types of events. He couldn't stand these over the top get togethers. The cringe worthy pleasantries between men and women who don't even like each other. Deceit and sweet words were as abundant as the exquisite food presented at the gatherings. That was one of the good things. 


Another annoyance were these noble women who tried to gain favor with the royal guard. Their ulterior motives were practically on display. Whether they wanted to gain favor with the Queen of Riga or whether they wanted the physical pleasure of a "real man" that their husbands or fiancé couldn't apparently provide. Fenrir yearned for a woman that was straight forward, honest, and could have his back should the situation call for it. The young queen was one of the few nobility that Fenrir truly liked and it wasn't because he had known her since birth. No, it was because she was the most honest and true royal he had ever met, even after reaching adulthood. If hadn't have known her, he probably would tried his luck at her hand as well! "My Queen, we are approaching the banquet....unfortunately...." Fenrir's men surrounded the carriage in a truly elite formation that would never allow any threat to go unnoticed. Spear head formation surrounding the carriage with a small company bringing up the rear and scouts outlying the flanks of the large formation. The men were chatting away happily but their eyes never stopped scanning their surroundings. The sight caused Fenrir to crack a smile. He truly had trained the well.


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King Robert of Verlais
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Robert sat on his throne in the throne room. Out in front of him the court had all gathered for the arrival of the young Queen of Riga, Amelia. This was a great day for Robert, today the contracts would be signed binding their two kingdoms together, once the marriage happened of course but the Queen had already accepted the betrothal so it was a sure thing really. All of the lords of Verlais had come to attend this great wedding and the King and Queen of Origia had also come. After the marriage Robert would essentially be in control of two kingdoms and over one hundred thousand men, the largest army in all the land but first he would have to deal with the barbarian King who had raised an army equally as large, but they were undisciplined and void of any knowledge of battle tactics and had insignificant amounts of cavalry, a huge disadvantage. "You, come here" He suddenly commanded a local guardsmen "Yes, my king" He said approaching the King's throne "Where are my children?" Robert asked him "Princess Vaila is visiting a local Orphanage" This brought a smile to the King's face, his daughter knew how to play the people and make them love her, afterall he was a peasant farmer not to long ago before he became a soldier "I am unsure where Princes Leon and Alaric are your grace" The guardsmen finished. "Find them" Robert commanded, leaning back on his throne and looking out at the court, news was that the Queen of Riga's party had been spotted on the horizon, he had sent a party of knights out to escort her into the castle and up to the decorated throne room. Robert looked out at the crowd once again, trying to spot the King and Queen of Origia, surely royalty did not belong among the courtiers but beside him at his throne. (They may not be in the room yet)
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Princess Vaila of Verlais
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Vaila stood among the orphans who groped at her feet, they were starving, things had grown worse as of late. "Guards, give these poor children all the food i brought" She snapped her fingers "Yes, my princess" The guards spoke in unity and quickly left the orphanage to grab the castle food she had brought from the carriage. "Thank you so much Princess" the headmistress of the orphanage, a skinny old woman said, falling to her knees in tears and groping at Vaila's long and very expensive blue dress. Vaila turned to Jeanne as the soldiers came back with big baskets of fine bread and salted pork and fish "Please Jeanne, would you help distribute the food?" She asked her, grabbing a piece of bread and handing it to an orphan that was so skinny and starved she could see his rib cage and the flesh hanging off of his bones. How could her father, a former peasant himself let such atrocities happen? This was not the old royal family but the house of Durrandon, a house of the common folk and the helpless, protectors of ALL of Verlais
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Jeanne nodded, smiling. Vaila was a person with such a good heart. She was so innocent. Often she had ranted about how her father seemed to have forgotten those poor people. Jeanne had not explained how difficult it was and how naive the requests Vaila made. She thought that a little innocence was important. She did not want to have the princess lose faith, but to have her be determined and helping.


Jeanne handed out the bread, being sunken in thought. Something was coming up, that she was not sure of how to think about. "Vaila, Milady, we should head back to the castle soon."
 

Amelia Maria Riga
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Amelia looked out the window, looking out to the horizon, obviously reminiscing. She imagined the future for her country and her personal life. Her heart was racing, her mind in a chaotic state yet she managed to maintain a composed posture.  She was very much aware of the party, in fact it was expected. All nobles loved excuses to indulge themselves , including her if she was honest. Maybe it could even be a chance to learn more about her future spouse. 
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She grinned at her guardian and placed a hand on his. "Don't worry Fen, I'll promise to keep you company through out the banquet for you to complain to your heart's content. You never knowit may be different this time, perhaps you'll meet your confidante here. Velosia certainly possesses uniqueness ." She paused for a moment thinking of her own situation at hand. She yearned to confess her own doubts to him due to their long familiarity with each other yet She didn't want him to worry about her well-being.
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Vaila Durrandon
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Vaila knew that the Queen of Riga was arriving this morning but didn't care much for her or her father's ambition to rule the world. "Don't be Jeanne, these children need us more than my father" She said as she smiled at a young girl with ratty hair and ragged clothing as she handed her a piece of bread. Vaila truly loved the peasantry, when her father revolted against the old king, peasants rose up all across Verlais, some even flocked in from other kingdoms to fight. Vaila continued handing out bread. Suddenly a boy came up to her, skinny and clothed in rags like the rest of the orphans, he looked to be about twelve "Hello handsome" She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. The boy blushed profusely and ran off in shyness. Vaila laughed to herself before continuing to hand out more bread. She knew that her father would be furious that she wasn't in the throne room awaiting the Queen of Riga
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Again, another sigh, after the Queen held his hand for a moment and jester for the first time since they began this monotonous journey. Fenrir gave her a hand quick squeeze before leaning over and giving her forehead a quick peck. The girl really was like the daughter he never had and they always knew when one or the other was in some kind of inner turmoil. Like the Queen was right now and with good reason. She literally had no idea what to expect from here on out but he'd be sure to be by her side regardless. "Well, maybe I will my queen. But I don't think I've ever found a woman that's suited my particular tastes.....well....there was that one time....." Fenrir trailed off in the thought for a brief moment before shaking his head and looking back out to the approaching banquet. 


Fenrir was dressed in the fine silks of the Riga kingdom but still retained his warrior appeal with bound leather in certain critical spots and a large ceremonial wolf fur atop his shoulder. Any one could tell the quality was beyond what any citizen of any country had ever laid eyes upon and the way the skin formed a cowl over him and draped down across his large back was enough to bring out his intimidation factor several fold. "Whatever happens Amelia. You know that no harm will come to you with me around."


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Vaila Durrandon
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Vaila knew that the Queen of Riga was arriving this morning but didn't care much for her or her father's ambition to rule the world. "Don't be Jeanne, these children need us more than my father" She said as she smiled at a young girl with ratty hair and ragged clothing as she handed her a piece of bread. Vaila truly loved the peasantry, when her father revolted against the old king, peasants rose up all across Verlais, some even flocked in from other kingdoms to fight. Vaila continued handing out bread. Suddenly a boy came up to her, skinny and clothed in rags like the rest of the orphans, he looked to be about twelve "Hello handsome" She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. The boy blushed profusely and ran off in shyness. Vaila laughed to herself before continuing to hand out more bread. She knew that her father would be furious that she wasn't in the throne room awaiting the Queen of Riga
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Jeanne was more than unhappy with that reply. She knew it wasnt as easy as Vaila made it seem. "Mylady, if we do not show up at the banquet, your father will blame me and i will have to face severe punishment.", she said, with true sorrow, as she kept handing out bread. "Am i really that unimportant to you, Vaila?", she then asked with the pouty look of a hurt friend. She didnt like to play this card, but it was better for both of them if they just headed back.
 

Vaila Durrandon
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Vaila sighed, Jeanne was right and she couldn't let her face the wrath of her father but Vaila wasn't stupid either she knew that Jeanne was trying to play at her emotions. "Goodbye children, i will come visit you soon i promise!" She called out to the fifty or so children gathered there, in a sweet and soft tone. She signalled with her hand to the guardsmen to leave the food there in the middle of the children. Before sweeping her way out of the orphanage and out onto the dingy alleyway where her fancy carriage was waiting, she stepped inside and waited for Jeanne to get in with her. Jeanne was a loyal servant and would die for her so Vaila treated her very well, as if she was her own blood.
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Vaila Durrandon
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Vaila sighed, Jeanne was right and she couldn't let her face the wrath of her father but Vaila wasn't stupid either she knew that Jeanne was trying to play at her emotions. "Goodbye children, i will come visit you soon i promise!" She called out to the fifty or so children gathered there, in a sweet and soft tone. She signalled with her hand to the guardsmen to leave the food there in the middle of the children. Before sweeping her way out of the orphanage and out onto the dingy alleyway where her fancy carriage was waiting, she stepped inside and waited for Jeanne to get in with her. Jeanne was a loyal servant and would die for her so Vaila treated her very well, as if she was her own blood.
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Jeanne smiled happily and bowed down. "Thank you so much for understanding, your Highness." She fastly helped the guards to give out more, climbing into the coach afterwards. "Uhm, so how do you feel, knowing your brother will marry soon? You might need to marry a foreign prince too some day..."
 
Leon growled in annoyance as he stood in front of the mirror, one of the castle servants were making the last adjustments to his outfit. He was wearing a fancy black coat that had a yellow trim running along the outline of the jacket. A yellow handkerchief the same color as the jackets trim was tied loosely around the bottom of his neck in case he wanted to use it. Satisfied with the final adjustment the servant back off and bowed in respect, Leon looked himself up and down in the mirror and did a few possess. “How do I look?” The servant who was still bowed replied quickly “Your highness looks regal and very princely indeed.” Satisfied with the servant’s response he motioned for them to leave and they complied eagerly.


There was the sound of footsteps approaching his room and a knock at the door signaled that someone was entering the room. Leon heard the clatter of armor and weapons meaning it was a guard bowing so he didn’t feel the need to turn around. “What is it?” the answer was close and straight to the point, it was obvious that Leon wasn’t in the best of moods right now. Not wanting to anger the young prince the guard answered as quickly as possible, “His majesty is requesting to know why you have not arrived in the throne room.” Leon turned around and looked at the guard motioning for the man to rise. There was several maids in his large room and each one carried a large basket of white flowers.


Leon silently walked passed the guards and the maids hurriedly followed after him, Leon had spent most of the morning supervising them while they collected the flowers for his future sister’s arrival. As they walked down the long halls Leon casted a side glance out the windows and saw the large gathering of people in the streets. Looks like he would make it just in time before the Queen of Riga would arrive. They shortly arrived at the throne room, the guards bowed in respect and pushed open the doors.


The main walkway cleared as Leon and his followers walked down the path, the maids stayed back as Leon approached the stairs and he got down on one knee bowing before his father. “My apologies for being late father, I was overseeing the gathering of the white lilies from gardens all across the city then I had to get ready.” Leon raised his head and noticed that his older brother, the one who needed to be here the most was not present as well as his sister. “Where is my dear brother Alaric and sister Vaila?” As much as he tried to hide it, Leon’s voice became slightly less cold when he spoke his sisters name. He silently cursed at himself for that but kept his composure.


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Alaric Durrandon

[SIZE=10.5pt]Alaric’s head was clouded in thought. He felt somewhat tense, a feeling familiar to him. On significant occasions such as this, he would always run through the protocol and etiquette in his head, determined to get everything right. It was vital, of course, that he appear composed and not slip anywhere that may make his family look anything less than prepared. He had returned to his chambers to focus on the details he needed to remember before the ceremony began. Alaric stood up and examined himself in the mirror one more time. His expression looked serious, even grave, and he straightened his shoulders and made sure there was not a crease on the outfit he wore.[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=10.5pt]A knock on the door caused him to turn around. “Come in,” he said curtly, and a servant entered the room. “Your highness, his majesty your father is summoning you to the throne room immediately.” Alaric frowned. “I trust we’re not running late.” The servant shook his head quickly. “Not particularly, but you should get to the throne room before the Queen of Riga arrives, your majesty.”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=10.5pt]Alaric nodded. “Of course,” and briskly walked past the servant out of the room, who bowed as he passed. The Queen of Riga. He had heard little of her, which didn’t bother him particularly. The most important thing was to unite their kingdoms together. Alaric only hoped that this unity would be beneficial for Verlais. After a while of walking through hallways he knew so well, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Alaric reached the throne room and saw his father and his brother. He nodded tersely at his brother, and then turned his attention to his father. “Greetings, father,” he said. “I assume we will be beginning soon?” [/SIZE]
 
        Rumil Telemnar was riding casually to the castle, he made sure to leave early so he could ride at a casual pace. He rode with an entourage of ten guards and three servants, each of them his most trusted of both groups. He would wave to passing peasants, instruct a servant to give the occasional beggar money, and overall do his best to appear friendly. As he saw the castle rising in the distance, he would remark to the group: " Shouldn't be much longer than twenty minutes. Unless there are any unnecessary stops along the way, of course." The group would then ride the rest of the way, silently.
                        
        The entourage would reach the castle, leaving their horses in the stable as they walked the rest of the way to the castle. " This should be interesting," Rumil would remark to his entourage, " I don't believe I've met the Queen yet. Hopefully, she'll be a good queen. I heard she hasn't had a chance to prove she's a good fit for the title." A guard would speak up, " Perhaps this is her way of proving herself, marrying into Verlais. It's certainly a good choice militarily." To this, Rumil would nod, approaching the castle proper.
        He would dismiss his guards and servants, except one guard, to head into town and enjoy some time off. The unlucky guard was Rumil's most trusted, since he had been guarding Rumil since Rumil's childhood. Rumil would walk into the castle, then send a castle servant to notify the king. A meek voice could be heard inside the throne room, " Your majesty, Count Telemnar has arrived." After his arrival had been announced, Rumil and his guard would walk in and kneel before the king, silently waiting until the king gave them the command to rise.
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King Robert nodded at his son's excuse for coming late "You're still late" He said not unkindly but with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Back in his younger days he had been a strict and disciplined general and he expected that of his children. "Vaila is apparently at a local orphanage, you know how she is and Aleric-" Then Robert landed eyes on his eldest son as he entered the room. His eyes lingered on his son as he walked up to the throne "We've already begun, and you're both late" The last part of the sentence he said in boiling anger but only for a moment before he calmed. Discipline was everything to him, there were still those in Verlais that saw the house of Durrandon as nothing but a bunch of upjumped peasants, without a strong disciplined army and capable children someone could do to them and himself what he did to the old King's family. 
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Robert then watched as Rumil Telemnar entered the room, walked up to his throne and knelt at his feet. He gestured with his hand to rise. "Good to see you again Rumil" He said plainly with no joy or enthusiasm in his voice. It wasn't that he didn't mean it but the stresses of being King made him cold and joyless.
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Vaila Durrandon
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"It gives my father more power and the largest army and Kingdom in the land... and i've heard she's quite beautiful" Vaila replied to Jeanne, looking idly out the window as their carriage was lifted up by servants from all four corners and started to move away from the alleyway and up towards the castle.
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Entering the throne room, everyone bowed and knelt as she walked past them and up to her father's throne, her fine blue dress slightly muddy from being in the dingy orphanage alleyway. "Father" She said curtseying to him before looking at her two brother's "Hello Aleric" she then looked at Leon and her heart skipped a beat for a moment. "Leon, you're looking handsome today" She gave him a quick wink that only he saw before taking her place next to the throne with her brother's, awaiting the Queen.
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Haakon did little to hide his distaste for attending a wedding at this far-flung end of the world as he and his retinue marched through the Verlesian palace grounds. Origia had no business in a deal between the Rigans and the Verlesians, yet refusing King Robert's invitation would not be the honorable thing to do, doubly so for Konung Haakon Skold of the Origian Isles. There were close to a hundred men and women accompanying the Konung, more than half of them servants bearing wedding gifts and personal belongings. The rest were members of his household guard along with a handful of vassal lords who agreed to attend the functions. Overhead, the white banner of Origia fluttered in the wind.


"You look cross, husband." Hilde chimed in with a concerned expression on her face. The Drottning was wearing a red gown underneath her bearskin cloak with sapphire rings dangling from her ears. Haakon could not understand how his wife could handle this heat wearing that cloak. He had a maroon-colored robe on with a sword fastened at his side, not that he intended to use it today.  "I'm not looking forward to these ceremonies. My duty is at home. Not in this flowery castle on this end of the world." came his reply, still maintaining that stony expression of his. "You must see this as an opportunity, Haakon." Hilde reached over to adjust the pin fastening his cloak. "I believe this is a peace offer of sorts. If you had refused the invitation, you would have knocked the olive branch from their hand, and sooner or later, the new empire will seek retribution for raids past. It is a necessary compromise."


"More like appeasement." the Konung snarled. The palace gates swung open revealing a cavernous throne room filled near to the brim with foppish wedding guests. At the sight of Origians, they gasped as one. The crowd parted for them as they approached King Robert's throne, muttering in low voices. Haakon heard the words "raiders" and "barbarians" spat from more than one pair of lips. "All hail Their Royal Majesties, Konung Haakon Skold and Drottning Hilde Hjarta!"  announced one of his stewards. That sent another ripple of fear through the crowd. The palace guards kept a hand on their weapons, as if expecting the Origians to draw theirs at any moment. Haakon smiled. This was not the first time he had come under fire from such hateful stares since he arrived in Verlais.


Robert Durrandon sat tall on his throne; he was called the King of Verlais to his face and the Usurper behind his back. The man looked like a king in every way save for his callused farmer hands. "King Robert," Haakon began with a cursory bow of the head. "Origia offers its congratulations on this auspicious day, and gifts to commemorate the joining of your two Houses." For the groom, the servants brought out a gorgeous longsword, forged from fine steel with rubies embedded on its hilt and scabbard. For the bride, there was an assortment of silks and fabrics as well as a set of tomes selected from Haakon's own library. And for the son that might someday be born of their marriage, a model longboat, intricately crafted by Origian hands.


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Leon showed remained silent with no emotion visible in his stance of face even when met by his father's anger and disapointment. He merely gestured to his entourage of maids and they dispersed throughout the room. It was then that his sister entered the room, at least that we what the happy faces of the guards and servants told him. Leon cast a side glance at her just as she complimented him and gave him a wink. To the obsrvant eye they could see his face almost break away from it's emotionless composure. Vaila was the one person who was able to break his mask that he kept up in public. Count Rumil intoduced himself and Leon have him a small nod of greeting before following his siblings up the steps to stand with their father.


Leon of course was the farthest away from the throne, being the youngest meant he was third in line of succession and with his brothers marriage they would likely have a kid and that would shove Leon farther away from the throne. He never spoke of it but most of the castle staff new he was bitter about it. From the corner of his eye he anaylized his sister's beatiful blue dress now ruined by muck and mud. Their was a commotion at the entrance and Leon took the chance. "If you insist on playing with the commeners can you at least have the sense to do it after we are supose to have the very important event not before."  His voice was only loud enough for Vaila to hear, he made sure if that. The commotion at the entrance only helped ensure his voice was less audible. It as then that he heard the anoucment of who they were


Leon's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the King and Queen of Origa. The common opion of the Orgians wasn't a very good one.After all raids don't tend to make people like you. However in Leon's independent studies he had taken a small fascination with the mighty warriors, paticurly their acneint ruling house, House Skold. 
 
Buras stepped forward with his king, but slightly behind and off to one side like the rest of the Vassal Lords. He did not introduce himself, it would have taken far to long if every Vassal Lord that accompanied their Liege Lord announced themselves. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't carrying his house's banner and didn't have his house signet on his clothing. The Red Wolf hung proudly alongside Origia's banner, and the Red Wolf ran across his chest. However, a white lion's pelt was thrown over his left shoulder. It was something to distinguish himself from his ancestors, and for the enemy to realize who he was. But he wasn't on a raid. It didn't hurt for some of the lords to know who he was, though.
 
     Upon hearing the king's words, Rumil stood and nodded to the king. " Good to see you as well, my liege." He would then nod to his guard, who would go and mingle amongst the crowd, always ready in case Rumil called, however. Then, seeing Leon's nod, Rumil would give a nod in return. He would then take to the crowd, greeting the various lords and ladies that had arrived to the celebration.
                       
     After a few minutes of mingling, the doors to the throne room were opened as the rulers of Origia entered the room. Rumil would look to them and their soldiers, sizing them up in case things went awry. He did not think of himself as a presumptuous man, but he knew that there was bound to be disagreements between the Origians and the others. Therefore, he wanted to familiarize himself with their weaponry and the armor of their guards. His guard could be found doing the same, they had both seen similar events with terrible outcomes.
      " An astounding entrance. I've never seen a baron move that quickly before, that's for certain," Rumil would say to noone in particular. After observing the gifts which the Origians presented, Rumil would smile to himself. At least their intentions seem peaceful, he would think to himself, returning to the crowd to mingle. He would definitely notice how the crowd was shaken up by the Origian's arrival, most notably the one carrying the banner of the Red Wolf. Someone's certainly made an impression on the crowd, Rumil thought to himself, I'll need to be meeting with him at some point, that much is certain. He would turn to observe the man, a curious look on his face.
 
 
Jeanne had walked in when Vaila had done. Of course the captain of guard had not made an entrance as the princess had. She had sneakily walked in, bowed a little bit and then made her way to a position almost next to the king. That was where she usually stood, as like that, she could immediately jump in to protect his majesty.


A particular lord was mingling within the crowd, which made Jeanne frown internally. She never really liked him much. Then, the king and queen of a country that kept raiding them came, presenting gifts. In Jeanne's eyes, that was little to make up for the life's they had costed. She however again kept to herself. Who wanted to know her opinion anyways. She would wait for the queen of Riga. She had stuff to clear with her captain of guard. The oh so famous wolf Knight. She had heard of him through rumors. 
 

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"Konungr Haakon, all of Verlais thanks you for your gifts and presence" Robert replied to the king of Origia. Robert stood up out of respect for the rival King before sitting down on his throne once again. Origia was a land that was fast becoming overpopulated, people were leaving the isles for the little mainland that Origia controlled, raids would inevitably be the only way to sustain Origia. Origia could raise approxiamately 30,000 men, Riga could raise 60,000 and Verlais 45,000. 
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"Don't forgot brother, we would be lowly farmers if it wasnt for our father's achievements" Vaila reminded him, speaking in an equally low voice so that only he could hear her. Vaila watched her father interact with the king and Queen of the savage land of Origia. Origia was a hard land that bore hard men. It was not suitable for farming but was full of mountains and harsh winters.
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He kept his tone low as he spoke. "The point is that we are no lowly farmers. We are royalty. You are free to play with the commoners all you want, not that I would understand why you want to but on days like these it is important that we all look our best." Leon put extra emphasis on the last phrase of his sentance to try and strech it's importance. He knew she wouldn't listen but he figured he might as well try. Leon once again looked at his sister from the corner of his eye for a moment before looking back at the warrior king and queen. "It's shame really, I am sure the gown would have highlighted your beauty even more if it wasn't covered in muck." Leon's voice was now barely a whisper and it took him a moment to realize what he just said. Now he just had to pray that she didn't hear the last part.
 
His words managed to mollify her rampant sport for the time being and soft peck on the head gave her comfort. Living in a castle filled with drama and betrayal. He was one of the only people she could trust with anything, even her life. She never went a day without thanking the gods for giving her just a man to be her hand. "I'm sure of that Fenrir, I never doubt your loyalty and protection. Its the others I fear. I'm aware of the Royals recently rise to power and from remembrance of history, they always end up two ways no more no less. Either Humble and wise or Arrogant and overly ambitious... Let's hope its the first." She said though her smile was unwavering until they arrived at the palace. 


She gave a nod to ger advisor before She was assisted out by one of the coachman.  The sunlight seemed to reflect from her purple gown made of the fabric fabricw, Riga could offer. Everythinf about her outfit was thought of tfrom the thought. Purple being the hardest color to make in silks as well as being the symbolic color of royalty was to strike a message to her adversaries and allies. She had a divine right to rule and would be seen as such. 


She strolled beside Fenrir making their way into the throne room.The servants ba ed to her as she passed them by. She nodded in acknowledgement. Her held her high, her stride filled with grandiosity and grace. She wouldn't dare show herself any lower especially with Origa present to her arrival and she still had to prove herself not only to the other monarchs but to the world.


"All Hail Queem Amelia Riga, First of her name and Lord Fenrir Arkaus, Advisor of the Queen and Captain of the Royal Guard."  The man announced. Amelia approached the Throne alongside her hand and gave the King and Queen a cursty.  


"Your highness, I pleasure to see you again in good health as you her Majesty. Thankful for the festivities and warming welcome to my arrival." She turned to the monarhs of Origa. "I was also like to thank The king and Quern for Origa for attending. I'm sure we will much to discuss about perhaps even after the banquet." She knew what she was doing, making it clear that that they were things to settle between the two countries. She shifted her attention back to King Robert. "I look forward to to knowing each and every one of you." She said with a grin.
 
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Buras showed his teeth at the lords, not trying to hard to make his smile look friendly. He was not one of their lordlings or peasantry, so he would not bow to them or even nod his head. The only one that would get that privilege would be his king and queen. And he dared whoever wanted to try and make him do otherwise. 'Look at them,' he thought to himself as his gaze lazily swept across the lords, 'they are soft. None of them could stand for long in a real fight.' The only person who was the exception was the Lord Fenrir. He looked like a man that knew how to fight, and unlike the others had actually been in a fight or two. Shame he was tied to that brat they call a queen, he'd never face him in battle if he was stuck in their capital while he was off raiding one of their towns. He a lord staring at him, but he didn't look scared. In fact he looked like he had just seen something that confused him. Well these foreigners were a strange lot, so he simply brushed it off.
 
The royal guard had to Crack a smile as their presence was announced. His Queen practically glowed as the pair made their way through the crowd. She walked with the air of royalty certainly, but there was also threat in it. Whether she found that from her own strength or from knowing that whoever fucked with her, fucked with the hulking mass of muscle and scar tissue beside her, he didn't know but he enjoyed the way the rabble within the crowd looked away as his gaze swept across this throne room. 


It came to his attention that most of the nobility were armed with ceremonial swords or side swords, designed for looks rather than practicality. It was perfect because Fenrir had his signature greatsword strapped to his back and the weapon itself commanded respect. Those in the room who have seen the fires of war knew that the weapon on the wolf knight's back had spilled more blood than combined amount of blood of the all the people in the room. Fenrir's people believed that once a weapon was used in combat for a long enough time and took enough lives, the weapon itself ascended and was granted a soul. It became a living weapon and it certainly would feel that way to any who held it.


The royal captain nodded his head, as is custom, to the kings, Queens, princes, and princesses within the room. He did know how to play the part, naturally. But the knight made it a point to hold the gaze of those that actually looked like they could pose a threat. For example, there was a man amongst the crowd that was sizing the Steel Wolf up and Fenrir didn't hesitate to do the same when he noticed. It was certainly someone who had some blood on his hands and that alone was enough to garner some respect from the knight. He inclined his head to the fellow warrior, which confused some of the nobility. Fenrir only bowed his head to royalty in the room. Why would he do so for that random person? Ignorant cur. They know nothing of respect amongst warriors. He thought to himself.


Fenrir glanced over to his young queen and put a hand on her shoulder in confidence. He nodded to her when she was done speaking. She had done well to proclaim her stance and show she was afraid of no one here. The wolf knight broke his official pose, now that the pleasantries were done with and crossed his massive arms in front of his chest. A lopsided grin apparent on his features directed at no one in particular.


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A spark of curiosity flared up in Leon's eyes as the queen of Riga entered into the great hall. She definitely carried herself like a queen and the flowing purple fabric was a sight to behold. Sure his father and mother both acted like royalty should but they were stilled tied to their commoner birth, the woman who stood proudly at the steps of the throne room was different. She was born and raised a royal just as she would now marry a royal to unite two kingdoms. His gazed shifted back and forth between the rulers of Origia and Riga, a very entertaining mix. 


Next Leon looked over at the large man standing behind the Queen, most likely he was the leader of the royal guard or something like that. The Sword on his back and the way he walked certainly hinted at that, He and Jeanne would probably get along well. Leon started to tap his foot from where he stood. All this waiting was starting to bore him, Once the feast and festivities started he could make his escape and leave all the attention to his siblings. Leon was never needed for any large events like these, he merely showed up to let be known he existed before disappearing and going about his own business. Though this time it may prove rewarding to hang around for a little a bit. 


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