[center][b][u]Nyhem - Grand Temple[/u][/b][/center]

	In the capital city of Nyhem, the kingdom of Formaroth mourned for the passing of their king, John Remonnet, within the walls of the Grand Temple. Aurelia Vyncetta had come to the funeral out of respect; she admired the king for his strength in attempting to solve Formaroth’s problems from his brother's rule, Heylot Remonnet, or known to the locals at [i]The Mad King[/i]. As she stood alongside the other nobles present, she kept her shoulders square with her hands clasped in front of her. A black lace veil covered her face, as was custom  of all women in mourning who did not serve in the king’s forces. To match the black veil, she donned a black silk dress that was rather plain in style, along with a pair of black gloves and a black velvet robe that identified her status amongst the people as High Magister.

	As she remained standing, Mildred, the leader of the Divine church had started reciting the ceremonial chant that would bless the king in the afterlife. Aurelia rolled her eyes in slight annoyance; she did not believe in the church’s nonsensical teachings. Particularly with how Mildred acted outside of the church services. The priestess was known to splurge all expenses on throwing elaborate feasts for the other brothers and sisters of the church. Everyone knew, but no one would say what she was doing was wrong. The church taught humility and modesty, yet Aurelia knew, that was not the case. The elderly woman swayed as she lifted her hands up in prayer, her eyes shut tightly. With subtle glances, Aurelia was able to determine what members of the royal advisors were present. She spotted Duncan De Reimer standing next to Alenius. She was familiar with the two as she knew Duncan on a more personal basis, Aurelia hadn’t spoke much to Alenius, but then again, she really had no need asides from common courtesies.
	The thick smoke of incense, frankincense and myrrh, filled her nose as she listened to the hum of the chants. Somewhere in front of her, a woman and a small child were weeping quietly, as were several others. The king’s passing signified a change that would affect all of Formaroth and even the other kingdoms across the known realm.
	It took longer for the ceremony to end as many people insisted on paying their respects to the deceased king. Aurelia was one of these people, she was one of the last to do so, but she felt comforted as she knelt before the ornately carved, wooden coffin. Aurelia did not clasp her hands together in prayer, instead she simply closed her green-speckled eyes and sighed heavily. With a gentle hand, she placed it upon the wooden coffin and detected no life form within. The king was truly dead. And now Duncan had become acting ruler until a replacement could be found. Part of Aurelia felt that Duncan would suffice for the time being, yet she pondered if he would try and claim the throne as his own permanently. Even though she favoured Duncan, the locals had taken a knack to calling him, [i]The Snake[/i], for his clever ways of getting things done, especially if it favoured supporting or benefiting the House of De Reimer.
	
	Exiting the inner temple, Aurelia could see all of the nobles making a mad dash to their carriages, whistling for their servants to fetch their horses; it appeared that everyone was far too eager to return home. She took her time strolling along the marble flooring, the hood of her robe pulled up. Most would consider Aurelia to be solitary and cold, in truth they were right, to an extent. She simply despised talking about meaningless, petty issues, which made her appear that she didn’t care. Suddenly, she spotted Duncan and Alenius just feet ahead of her. Aurelia sprinted to catch up with them, and when she was in earshot, she called out to the now, acting ruler.

	“[color=82ca9d]Duncan! If you have a moment, I’d like to speak to you about what you plan to do next.[/color]” Aurelia appeared like an ethereal shadow in the swaths of her black lace and velvet robes. She wore plain and few pieces of jewelery, as she detested wearing it; at her throat sat a velvet broach with an onyx piece, and on her right hand, a silver garnet ring, with matching garnet studs that adorned her ear lobes.

	“[color=82ca9d]Hello Alenius.[/color]” Common courtesies were due, no matter whom she spoke with, the Mage’s upbringing on the isles made her seem stiff as a board and perhaps too formal in the way she addressed people. She drew back the hood of her robe, and lifted her veil. Her green-gold eyes sparkled like tiny gems from the shafts of sunlight that shone through the stained glass windows that lined the hallways. Aurelia turned her attention back to Duncan and added, “[color=82ca9d]I just wanted to know what you would like me to do now, since you’re acting ruler. What should I do?[/color]” Her voice gave away no sign of emotion, whether she was excited or concerned, but rather simply one that exuded curiosity. Now that Duncan was acting ruler, she didn't want to lose her place as the Magisterial Advisor on the king's council. Aurelia enjoyed living in Nyhem, and she especially enjoyed the solitude of the tower where she could conduct her work in private, away from the meaningless, petty issues that were brought about from the daily court life.