[h3][color=6ecff6][b]Reverio Galand[/b][/color][/h3]


[color=6ecff6][b]"Your reasoning is sound, Simon, those who take time to nurture a seed into a tree yields the greatest rewards when it is finally fully grown. Be it the fruits it provide or merely having seen it grow..."[/b][/color] Reverio nodded in agreement, before he took a slight breath and continued.

[color=6ecff6][b]"I don't think people would be satisfied with a paradise no. Because people always desire more, whatever 'more' may be. But to one such as I, having a seemingly unobtainable goal that you can envision in your mind is greater than lacking any vision at all. If you lose track of your dream, you will also lose yourself along the way. That's why power corrupts, because the old needs are replaced by new far grander ones. Yet if your original dream is one that is above all else, then you will no doubt retain yourself. And being yourself is important, no matter what masks you may chose to wear in front of others."[/b][/color] Reverio allowed a soft smile to decorate his lips, his head leaning forwards slightly, his blonde hair falling down to cover his eyes momentarily. The young man's eyes slightly shaded by the shadows cast.

[color=6ecff6][b]"To have humble goals will make you look for the next goal once the first is reached, and thus you will never truly be content nor satisfied. I think it is far easier to be content and satisfied in the fact that ones greatest dream and wish won't likely come true at all, and to live knowing that. Yet that doesn't stop that feeling does it? Hope. That someday, you might be able to find the key, to open that final door, to make all your wishes and dreams come true."[/b][/color] The young man allowed his head to slowly rise and his eyes set on Simon.



[color=6ecff6][b]"My brother had a dream too, but likely a different one than mine. When the blade fell down, he was content. I was there after all, in the crowd, amidst all the people which screamed for his death. And yet he saw me, hooded and cloaked as I were. He was smiling. Perhaps at fate itself, or at the wheel of destiny. But I have no doubt that he was content. One can only hope to experience such oneself, right?"[/b][/color] The blonde closed his eyes and offered a soft smile towards Simon, before slowly opening his eyes again, brushing off his pants abit with his gloves. His memories came back to him, of a time before his brother's death, before Vauquelin burnt with rebellion.




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[color=aba000][i]Flashback episode 1/3: The Prelude. Starring: King Marlan Maressan. Jumeau Liger du Main, court servant and peasant prince.[/i][/color]


[i]In the distant lands of Vauquelin, a little more than three and half year ago. Two brothers, one destined to wear the crown and die, the other destined to live in his shadow. One sworn to sit upon the throne, the other sworn to never do. The people of Vauquelin know the twins fate better than anyone else, for it was ultimately by their hands that the king and his queen to be would find themselves at the guilliotine. The country was under the influence of powerful nobles, some sought power over the king and the court, and others sought to start a revolution, with the aid of the often oppressed common folk, who always came to bear the damage of choices made by nobles and their kin. After the late king's death, the elder of the two brothers, who was the only one with legitimate claim upon the throne would find his life not the easiest. Yet along his path was always his brother, his shadow, his servant.

Commonly refered to as the peasant prince by the common folk, and looked upon more favorably by them due to his standing being far lower and his ability to walk amongst the common folk without any fear of anyone trying to goad him into seeking the throne he had sworn to stay clear of. The peasant prince was a pest however to the court, whilst of royal blood, he couldn't be fully excluded from the proceedings or access to the king. But the officials often made sure that he held no true political power, and those who would have shown support for him either disappeared mysteriously or were imprisoned, only to be later pardoned by the king himself.

The two brothers despite it all were close, close confidants to oneanother, both sharing in their troubles and joys. The officials of Vauquelin, with the aid of powerful figures of influence arranged a wedding to be had between a former royal family line's daughter and the king. Both the crown wearing king and the princess, along with those involved in the royal proceedings were ultimately joined together under the guilliotine. The people, long oppressed sought vengeance and they would have it in the end.

But each action, has a reaction. The common folk in the end found themselves under a more firm iron fist, an emperor rose and seized Vauquelin alongside a powerful noble family which had supported the uprisings. Yet this vision of the past, was before all of that came to pass... a time of reverie and gallantry and painful deception.[/i]


[color=aba000][i]Vauquelin... approximately three and a half year ago.[/i][/color]


[b]"How does this look? It's not too pompous is it? I feel like cake decoration."[/b] The crown wearing young king asked, as he twirled around slightly looking over his blue and gold royal attire.

[b]"It's like the sky and sun your majesty, whereof you represent both."[/b] The brown-clad peasant prince replied after just a few moments of consideration.

[b]"I don't know anything about her, what she likes or dislikes, not even her looks aside from the various posters. Does she even want to be bethrothed to me?"[/b] The king questioned with concern, allowing a frown to decorate his face.

[b]"The officials have worked hard to make this arrangement happen, from both sides. But if your majesty is concerned I can reassure you that she is well spoken and most likely a good match. Even if..."[/b] The prince hesitated for a moment, if he should tell all that he knew or keep things simple.

[b]"You have some concerns? Please go on dear brother."[/b] The king beckoned, stepping closer to the more humbly clad prince.

[b]"She is considered spoiled by her family and peers, flaunting her wealth wherever possible and this have angered some of the common folk..."[/b] The prince offered an appologetic bowing motion, as if to excuse himself for speaking the truth.

[b]"How am I any different? This outfit I wear could likely feed families for a month."[/b] The king lamented and unbuttoned the top part of his shirt, removing the ruffles and the broché that were attached to it. [b]"Ahh... "[/b] He breathed out if relief, making his way over to his wooden throne-like chair in his dining hall, where the two brothers were currently located. It didn't take the king long to momentarily close his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose.

[b]"Something troubling you, your majesty? I know the outfit has been hand-picked by the officials and you didn't have much choice in the matter, but look on the bright side. It's better to have them bicker amongst each other about what attire your majesty is to wear than listening to various tax reforms or them trying to replace their opponents in the court. Give a few years and your majesty will have more power in the court and you can make your own reforms, such as providing more for the common folk. The nobles and your majesty's officials have been too strict. I pray nothing will come of it..."[/b] The prince scratched his own neck, closing his eyes as he did and gave a soft chuckle.

[b]"I've heard a few things from the pages, the maids and chefs that the people are uneasy about the last couple of changes in the law, the tax changes and the increased price for food due to the great fire caused by the Elemental Liberation Front. What am I to do? If I ask the officials they will just recommend sending in the knights. But won't that just make things worse?"[/b] The king opened his eyes and sighed deeply as he leaned back in his seat.


[b]"I am afraid I not well versed in those matters of the court, and my time amongst your other subjects are restricted. It's not your majesty's fault that there are uprisings, such is bound to happen no matter what kind of king you are. There's not much that can be done right now when the court nobles have the influence they've got. But rest assured your majesty, the future will be a bright one for you. I will be here, as present as your own shadow, whatever your majesty requires. My king, to ward you from the kingdoms wicked thralls, I will sin, I will kill, I will sacrifice my all."[/b] The brown clad prince offered a deep bow towards his crowned brother.

[b]"Dear brother, you've always been there to pull me out of trouble... whatever would I do without you? This crown would have been better suited upon your head than mine."[/b] The king chuckled as he got up from his seat, moving over to his humble brother, placing both of his gloved hands on his shoulders and making him stand straight.

[b]"Your majesty, I was made to swear an oath years ago to abandon all claims upon your rightful throne. You are the older one anyways, it's as it's should be right? Guess you are stuck with the nobles your majesty." [/b]The younger brother smiled with his eyes closed, there was a teasing tone in his voice.

[b]"Dear brother, you are hopeless. You really enjoy seeing them torment me don't you? You aren't the one getting an arranged marriage neither... I envy you."[/b] The king smiled and allowed himself to laugh momentarily, his brother always knew how to get a laugh out of him.

[b]"That's right your majesty, but we should see about meeting the young princess, I hear the trumpets, she must have arrived by the city gates by now."[/b] The peasant prince moved over to help his brother to attach the ruffles and the broché around his neck again, adjusting his attire to make sure he would look prim and proper.

[b]"This is going to be a long day isn't it?"[/b] The king wiped his forehead with a napkin, which he retrieved from one of his pockets.

[b]"No matter if the day is long or short, I'll be watching, just be yourself your majesty. That's all we can be in the end right? Just be yourself..."[/b] The brown clad prince tilted his head to the side and beckoned the king towards the doorway leading out into the grand halls to he could welcome the young princess.



[i]Then the scenery of the past faded again, as it had done many times for Reverio, the inescapable past which was behind him, barking and growling like a hound on a hunt. How long would it take before said hound would catch up with him, he was the hart, but who was the hunter? It was nothing but the undeniable truth, seeking to skewer his very being.[/i]


[color=6ecff6][i]'I miss you my brother... how could the world... the gods be so cruel to have given you that terrible fate. It should have been mine... IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE!'[/i][/color]

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[color=6ecff6][b]"This meeting has been clear as a clarion's call, I hope my answers have been of use to you, Simon? But now, I believe it is time for me to bid my leave. Perhaps next time we can play abit of chess?"[/b][/color] Reverio rose up from his seat, his hand momentarily rose to his waist, before he allowed it to slide back down in a relaxed manner.


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