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Anora had woken early and eaten some breakfast, while her brother had been far too busy talking in his sleep and getting his precious beauty-sleep in his bedchamber. The young noblewoman had then spent a few moments to create invitation cards for her tea party. Only one of the invitations were signed with the receivers' name. Lady Aurora Haliwell and Miss Storm.
Anora had taken care of making sure to make her inviation personal with a miniature drawing of a horse head at the side of the invitation, with one of it's eyes winking. The rest of the invitation cards however had no names to them, but she thought she would hand them out in person. Perhaps some of the hardworking men or women of the guard force could find a moment to enjoy some tea-time? She also would have to check by the inn.
With no further ado, the young woman set out from the newly made Raunefeldt residence and traversed through the snow, peeking at the various buildings, looking for people being outside. She finally laid eyes on a man standing watch outside a curious looking building.
"Fair day sir~ May I inquire your name and the purpose of this building here?~" Anora said softly, resting her umbrella over her shoulder as she made a courtesy bow to the man.
"Good day miss... lady? I am just a simple man on guard duty. As for this building right here. This is the jail. It's currently under construction." The guardsman answered and raised an eyebrow.
"The jail? I have never been in a one. But I hear they are pretty awful. I would like to have a look. Also would you have time for tea today?" Anora asked softly as she closed her eyes and smiled.
"I am duty miss. I don't have time for such frivialities. Forgive me. I also cannot let you into the jail without a good reason. We have a dangerous person currently held in there." The guardsman explained and rubbed his gloved hands together to keep the heat.
"Oh that's a shame~ Well. I am trying to become aquaintenced with the people living here, a tea party will be held at my brother's residence today~" The blue-eyed young noblewoman said in a joyful mood.
"You'll find nothing but guardsmen and criminals in there, miss. Your brother's residence? Whose your brother?" The guard blinked and the question slipped out of his mouth before he could think of an answer himself.
"That would be Marquess Raunefeldt. I am Anora Raunefeldt, his sister. Have you perhaps met him? I can arrange for you to meet him if you wish?~" Anora said in a soft tone, blowing some air through her mouth and smiling, momentarily considering it.
"R-raunefeldt-?" The guard's tongue slipped on the name, as he felt the hairs on his neck stand up as his mind ran various scenarios of what could happen. None of them were good. Crossing that obnoxious, self-absorbed but nontheless influencial nobleman was definitely one of the five worst things one could encounter. The very thought of meeting said nobleman was enough to make him get a knot in his stomach, as if he suddenly felt ill.
"Ahh.. my appologies, Lady Raunefeldt. I didn't recognize you. I would hate to take up any of the Marquess' time, please go ahead with your business and enter but be careful." The man felt the sweat sliding down his neck and back and opened the door to the jail for Anora and motioned for the guard inside to follow and watch her while she were inside the building.
"Your concern has been noted~ You'd have my gratitude~" She said softly and tipped her head. Anora's pristine heeled boots clattered as she stepped inside the building which was still being properly constructed. She adjusted her fur-clad scarf around her neck as she proceeded to look the place over with the guardsman in tow. He didn't seem the talkative sort. Anora also felt odd. As if something very wrong was going on in the jail. Like a big hollow emptiness. Was there some strange magic at play?
"M'lady. Keep your hands close to yourself. Do not under any circumstance go near the iron bars or the prisoner held here." The guard finally spoke.
"Do not worry~ I shall keep a clear distance from the bars~. What can you tell about this prisoner?~" Anora's gentle eyes landed on the guard, she blinked a few times.
"He's been taken in for threats against the Aurelian King." The guard said after a brief moment of recollection.
"I see.." Anora nodded her head softly, as she lifted her gloved free hand to her chin.
'All these holding cells. Is Flynnie expecting this much trouble?' She thought to herself before stopping in her tracks, she could hear a voice. Someone was singing… or hymning. Normally she would join in whenever she could hear someone else singing, she almost couldn't resist the temptation to do so. As had been the case with Aurora. But this… this voice made her feel a chill up her spine… there was something very off about it. It made her almost recoil and collect herself before stepping forwards with determined steps. Now curious to find the source of the voice.
"...the stone in paws… magic that defies all laws… lurking in the midnight mist is a name... of the dead… a secret ink upon his skin... a mark of destinies… with blight beside him on his quest… the world falls to it's knees…"She frowned, shaking her head softly as she made her steps abit faster, causing the guardsman to slightly increase his rate of speed aswell, he felt compelled to call out to the noblewoman to slow down. Then Anora stopped as she came to the cell and laid eyes on a man standing within it with his back turned, his blonde shoulder-long hair flickering slightly from the slight breeze coming down from the small jail window far above. The finely clad young woman raised her free hand to her mouth and pretended to cough into it to alert her presence, but to her suprise the man was already turning, his ghostly blue eyes setting right into hers.
"That is a very gloomy song don't you think?~" Anora said and tried to offer a smile, despite feeling a sense of dread. It was as if this man was staring right into her very core. Something about it made her feel strange inside. She couldn't quite place it. The man however didn't strike her as gruff or the type she had expected to find in a jail. He was clearly not a nobleman by inspecting his attire.
"Oh?" The blonde man said aloud, his eyes widening in what she could only describe as suprise, then moments later he closed them and tilted his head to the side and gave the noblewoman a smile.
"No doubt a gem like yourself can do it far better than I. My my, aren't you a bold one, coming to a place such as this." Gadez opened his eyes again and took in the full view before him, looking the young woman over from top to toe.
"What a fierce looking little lady. Pray tell, what brings you to this place? I doubt it's the stonework." He said with a smug smirk on his lips.
"My name is Anora Raunefeldt~ I am here to help Prince Flynn and my brother to offer my support in defeating the blight. Is it true that you are kept in here for threats against King Auric? Why is that?~" She placed her free hand on her chest where her heart were.
"Anora? A fitting name. It means precious. Did you know that? Names can reveal much of a person. As for myself… I've come to bear many a name. Some of the favorites among other people are 'Oh no.. it's you.' or 'You again...'. However you may simply call me Gadez. And defeating the blight? I wonder if that is even possible. After all. Can one defeat death? As for the conceited king, he and I have some unfinished matters. No doubt I am not alone to bear a resent for that man. I am convinced there are many who speak akin about King Jericho of Lunaris." The blonde man did a butlerlike bow towards the young woman, followed by a soft smile.
"I see. Gadez? Do you not have a last name?~ Family is important. You should not toss that away no matter what.~ And we will try our best to find the cure for the blight to make sure no one else will have to die because of it." Anora said with a slightly stern voice, placing her free hand at her waist, as if trying to make a point to the older man.
"Hahahah... Of course. Family is important... it is what makes you get up in the morning, to choose to live and go on despite all the pebbles along ones path. Is it not? I know this quite well myself. Perhaps sometimes things are... put aside in order to better safeguard oneself and the things that one find to be important. Feelings can be dangerous if left to roam freely without restraint. Can allow ones ambition... to waver. My family name is one riddled with evil. You are one lucky kittycat. To have a finer family name than I. Perhaps you were more fortunate with your parentage than I." The blonde man gave a softer smile, his eyes changing to express... warmth? Anora's eyes displayed slight concern at hearing the man's words, nothing about his chosen words were overly hostile, but the way he spoke put her on edge.
"Do you have any issue with the Raunefeldt family?" Anora asked and adjusted her umbrella slightly. She looked abit uncomfortable.
"Besides their unwavering support of the Aurelian royals? No. I would even go as far as to say I owe your family some gratitude." Gadez smirked.
The young noblewoman crossed her arms after folding her umbrella.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She felt as if the man in front of her was making fun of her… or mocking her family.
"Nothing to worry of. It's a minor thing. A boon given a long time ago. No doubt there will come a time for me to repay your… family. For their kindness." The blonde smirked yet again and turned around slightly.
Anora was typically a very collected, patient and perceptive person. But this man, whomever he were, was poking at her in some way. His words were praising, but the way he delivered them made them seem like threats. She found it very disturbing. Who was he to speak of her family in such a manner. Perhaps he was locked up for a reason.
"Do not play games with me! If you have some issue with my family, you will take it up with me. Are we clear?" Anora raised her voice, it was firm and clear. Her eyes defiant. She was now upset. Family was the very thing most important to her. This man was stepping on her toes, going into a dangerous territory. She held herself back from the bars and gave the guard a glance to not interfere.
"Of course. I wouldn't dream of speaking with your non-blood related brothers about such a thing." Gadez mused softly, reaching for his waterskin and taking a sip of water from it.
"You! So what if I was adopted? Does that make them any less family to me? Do you have any idea how it is to be an orphan? Where's your compassion for others?" Anora's eyes twitched, she could feel them being slightly watery, but she held it back. She wouldn't let this provocative mean spirited prisoner get the better of her. He must have been from Aurelia and heard it from the gossiping other nobles or something. She tightened her grip around her umbrella and her other hand tightened into a fist.
"...as a matter of fact. I do know how that feels. Liberating... yet also lacking. As if there's something hollow always within. Never filled. Like a hunger for something out of reach. Abit like how this particular building seems to sap ones magical potency quite effetively. But not all magic... there's magic in this world, which defies all laws." The blonde said in a softer voice, he then walked closer to the iron bars to look the young lady into the eyes.
"Then you out of anyone should know better. You don't know me, don't speak as if you do. You don't know anything about me. I am leaving now... You... you are a very unhappy man. Gadez." Anora straightened her back, put her umbrella over her shoulder, raising her chin upwards and gave the guardsman a nod that she was ready to be escorted out.
"Good thing you came by to lighten my mood then. Til next we'd meet, little opal." The blonde man mused softly, in a playful manner. His blue eyes turning into slits.
Anora stopped in her tracks, what did he just say to her?
"What did you just..?" Anora bit back with a confused look in her eyes and teeth gritted. Had she met this man before in Aurelia? Did he know her middlename or was that a coincidence? She reached up to touch her two-coloured hair, her glove reaching up to the blonde fringe of hair, moving it out of her smooth pale face. She had the same issue as her older brother. Bothersome locks.
The guardsman stepped in.
"You have to leave now, miss." He motioned to Anora to leave, even though she seemed eager to rush back to the bars to continue talking to their prisoner. Gadez simply watched with a soft smile, closing his eyes and giving her a wave of his hand, before his voice echoed again as he sung on his hymn again.
"---in the ashes of the night.. a secret child was born… lost within a mansion's light… future to be sown… in silent dreams a face appears… a mother lost to time… who birthed you child my dear?"Gadez's hymn echoed along the stone walls and she found herself more or less pushed out of the jail by the guard. What in the world had just happened? She also felt as if the hollow void she had felt within the jail disappear.
'Who in the world was that? The way he looked at me. It was the same way those friends of my foster mother looked at their newly bought necklaces.' Anora's gentle eyebrows furrowed slightly. She would have to ask Ayel and Flynn what they knew about that man.