@Ojo chan 42Lyra wiped her eyes and stared at the lady stranger. Her name sounded really close to Lyra's name.
"Ba-Ba calls me Lyra," she whimpered miserably. She winced and squeaked as the lady brushed the dirt away from her scraped knee. Small drops of blood oozed from the cuts. It wasn't serious by any means but to a sad and scared child it had the makings of the end of the world.
The word was already being whispered amongst the trees, spreading like wildfire through the Realm. The beloved pet of the Summer King was injured and scared, and had been found by a stranger.
"Who're you?" Lyra asked the lady.
"I don't know you. You're not from court."~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@Prince of SeraphsGrexx stood to his full height, which was laughably not much. He smiled and looked around the court, his large intelligent green eyes revealing a mind that was racing with a hundred thoughts at the same time.
The fae called Pearl made him smile with her words, but they soon changed to fearful things. The look in her eyes was not something the little goblin wanted to investigate further. The King spoke apologies, but Grexx was fairly certain he did not mean the words. Indeed he seemed more amused than anything else.
"I know I am not what you expected your Grace," Grexx said, swallowing a bit.
"But for myself I am grateful to my Queen for giving me this opportunity. Indeed I am not like my goblin brethren, which I believe is why my Queen chose me. My passion is learning and discovery of new things. Your Realm is beyond anything I have ever seen. I dare to say it might just be equal to Winter in it's beauty, certianly in its amazing array of life. I have always been fascinated by Spring and it's promise of new life. Please, your majesty," Grexx said, sinking into a respectful bow.
"Give me a chance before you dismiss me as useless."Of course it would not be the first time such had happened. Grexx still bore scars and marks from his own kind tormenting him for his oddness. Even if it was only for a little while, was it wrong of him to hope that Spring might be a soothing balm to him, a place where he could indulge in his desire to learn and discover without fear?
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@TemplarKnight07A sharp icy wind swept through the Winter keep. All winter creatures scurried for shelter against the chill of their Queen's mood.
Arys sat on her bed, staring at the remains of the blackened rose that had been Fall's offering to her. Had she made a terrible mistake in agreeing to this marriage alliance? She had been without a heart for so long, she now found herself fearing it's return. Would it make her weak? Would she bend under Fall's heavy arm? Would he break her like glass? How could she hope to protect herself?
A spell would do no good. Falk was not all-powerful, but he was not stupid and likely had protections in place for himself to ward off such things. Feminine wiles would not sway him, he was too old and experienced for that. Plus since her one and only romance had been with that cursed being of Summer Arys was not certain she possessed the abilities to charm with her feminine wiles. Her ethereal prescence would work on any human male but on a powerful fae-
Arys' eyes shot open in shock. Human! Of course! He was the answer!
If he was still alive... exactly how long had he been down there... it was hard to remember. When you lived as long as a fae being it was difficult to descern sometimes between a year and a decade.
Waving her hand, the door to her room burst open and a gremlin came tumbling in thanks to a mighty gust of wind.
"Bring Dagon to me," she ordered.
"D-Dagon?!" the gremlin squawked in shock. "But milady, when you imprisoned him you said you never wanted to see his face again-"
Arys' eyes glowed a scary shade of icy blue. Ice shards whipped through the air, cutting the creature before her.
"Question me again and you shall not be a statue in the Great Hall, your pelt shall adorn it's floor!" her voice had an unearthly hollow sound to it.
"Yes milady! My apologies! Forgive me! Forgive me!" the creature wailed as it was repeatedly cut.
"Do as I command! NOW!" Arys thundered before thrusting her hand forward and sending the gremlin sailing from the room.
The wind settled and snow drifted to the floor, making a fine powder along the stone. Her eyes returned to normal as she calmed her ire. Rage... anger... fury... these were things she was comfortable with. They were as familiar as a mother's embrace.
Going to her wardrobe, she changed into a flowing gown of pure white. Small diamonds decorated the neckline, catching the light and drawing the eye. A wave of her hand put large crystal snowflakes into her hair. A pearl-grey cloak lined with white fur draped over her shoulders gracefully.
It was time for a test of loyalty. Arys dressed with purpose, for this was the gown she had worn when her and her Knight had first met. Would he still have the same loyalty to her that he had before? Or had his time in torture soured his feelings towards her?
She would see.
Waving her hand, a gust of wind and fog swirled then cleared to reveal a mighty sword in the center of the room, frozen in a column of ice.
Sioc... the ancient sword seemed to sense it was to be used again, seeming to almost pulse with energy.
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Far below the Queen, light poured into the icy dungeon. Two large ogres lumbered down the halls towards a particular cell. Opening it, the went in and undid the chains that bound the inhabitant.
"Get up," one said, his voice harsh and raspy, his breath capable of killing. "The Queen has commanded your prescence before her."
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