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Marken found himself in a very happy mood, though it was slightly dampened by Ellas silence. He noticed the glass of wine in her hands and smiled again, taking another draft of his own glass, before thinking. Suddenly, he stood up again, looking to Ella with his soft smile. "Come on, I'm not a big fan of this room. Feels too formal." He stretched out his arms, letting out a soft yawn, before turning around to leave the room.
He stopped in the doorway, glancing back to Ella. If she was following him, he'd continue on, until he reached the couch that they had spent the night on, laying down on top of it with a content sigh. "I feel like I've grown lazy around you... However, I imagine it's justified, seeing our new relationship. This is supposed to be my duty to my kingdom and all..." He chuckled softly, before pulling himself up, just enough to allow Ella room on the couch, though she would clearly be snuggling up against Marken.
"Come'ere." He said nothing else, instead looking to Ella expectantly, resting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes slightly. He felt more tired than he should at the moment, letting out another yawn. Once she was on the couch, and curled up against his form, Marken would bring his right hand down to run it through her hair once more. "You know, I feel like you're spoiling me. At this rate, I won't be able to sleep in a bed alone, it's far too comfortable having you next to me."
He stopped in the doorway, glancing back to Ella. If she was following him, he'd continue on, until he reached the couch that they had spent the night on, laying down on top of it with a content sigh. "I feel like I've grown lazy around you... However, I imagine it's justified, seeing our new relationship. This is supposed to be my duty to my kingdom and all..." He chuckled softly, before pulling himself up, just enough to allow Ella room on the couch, though she would clearly be snuggling up against Marken.
"Come'ere." He said nothing else, instead looking to Ella expectantly, resting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes slightly. He felt more tired than he should at the moment, letting out another yawn. Once she was on the couch, and curled up against his form, Marken would bring his right hand down to run it through her hair once more. "You know, I feel like you're spoiling me. At this rate, I won't be able to sleep in a bed alone, it's far too comfortable having you next to me."
Clank. Clank. Clank. Verus ducked underneath a sword, hearing the blade impact heavily against the wall. His own sword was brought up to smack aside the next blade flying at him, before he jumped backwards, looking at his two foes. They were slaves, unarmored and armed with blunted swords, as he was, looking at him wearily. Their bodies bore the bruises of men who had been assaulted many times over, but still they came on. Verus had yet to defeat the pair yet.
That changed quickly, as the two bull rushed him. Untrained fools. Parrying aside one blade, the gladiator slammed out his left fist into the slaves exposed chest, sending him flying to the ground. The blow had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him in a condition simply unable to fight. The other slave had too much momentum in his attack, the blade would've only clipped Verus, if he allowed that. However, he did not, instead spinning to the side, and slamming the blunt blade against the back the mans left knee, bringing him to the ground with a loud cry of pain.
Verus looked to the two men now, before letting out a sigh and tossing his blade aside with a loud clanging of metal on stone. This was asinine. He was a gladiator, not a man to beat slaves who could barely defend themselves. He had been purchased, he knew that much, from a man who had used him on a rise to glory in the social ranks. Ten wins, and only two draws. No defeats, as of yet. He knew his own worth, he knew that the enhanced praise he received from the man whom he had been forced to call master meant something. It did come to a shock to him, when he had been rather forcibly transferred to an undisclosed location then, the man nowhere to be seen.
That was three days ago. By now, he knew that he'd been purchased by the Emperor, it was hard to hide when palace guards were used as escorts, and he knew that he was to be a 'gift' of some sort, from what he overheard from the guards. Still, he had provided him with what he'd asked for, more or less. A bedroll, three meals a day, and slaves to spar against. Granted, this was a man who knew the wealth of a gladiator, in-particularly this one, as he had paid for him, so it explained well the better treatment than the other slaves received.
A loud clapping disturbed Verus from his thoughts, and he looked over, his eyes widening as he did so. How long had the Emperor been there watching? "It's nice to see that you were worth the price, gladiator." Verus continued to stare at the man, though his gaze held no anger or disrespect. Rather, it held curiosity.
"I've overheard talk that I'm a gift. To whom?" Verus said in a soft voice. Then he noticed the two guards behind him, and silently cursed himself for not acting the part of a slave. His pride would be his death one day, likely in the sands of the arena.
However, the man laughed instead, looking to Verus with a smile on his face. "It would hurt it to spoil the surprise, now wouldn't it? Just know that you're to be given tonight, so the anticipation won't last much longer. Be prepared to escort him upstairs when the order arrives. The two guards nodded as the emperor began to walk back down the hall, away from the small training room.
That changed quickly, as the two bull rushed him. Untrained fools. Parrying aside one blade, the gladiator slammed out his left fist into the slaves exposed chest, sending him flying to the ground. The blow had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him in a condition simply unable to fight. The other slave had too much momentum in his attack, the blade would've only clipped Verus, if he allowed that. However, he did not, instead spinning to the side, and slamming the blunt blade against the back the mans left knee, bringing him to the ground with a loud cry of pain.
Verus looked to the two men now, before letting out a sigh and tossing his blade aside with a loud clanging of metal on stone. This was asinine. He was a gladiator, not a man to beat slaves who could barely defend themselves. He had been purchased, he knew that much, from a man who had used him on a rise to glory in the social ranks. Ten wins, and only two draws. No defeats, as of yet. He knew his own worth, he knew that the enhanced praise he received from the man whom he had been forced to call master meant something. It did come to a shock to him, when he had been rather forcibly transferred to an undisclosed location then, the man nowhere to be seen.
That was three days ago. By now, he knew that he'd been purchased by the Emperor, it was hard to hide when palace guards were used as escorts, and he knew that he was to be a 'gift' of some sort, from what he overheard from the guards. Still, he had provided him with what he'd asked for, more or less. A bedroll, three meals a day, and slaves to spar against. Granted, this was a man who knew the wealth of a gladiator, in-particularly this one, as he had paid for him, so it explained well the better treatment than the other slaves received.
A loud clapping disturbed Verus from his thoughts, and he looked over, his eyes widening as he did so. How long had the Emperor been there watching? "It's nice to see that you were worth the price, gladiator." Verus continued to stare at the man, though his gaze held no anger or disrespect. Rather, it held curiosity.
"I've overheard talk that I'm a gift. To whom?" Verus said in a soft voice. Then he noticed the two guards behind him, and silently cursed himself for not acting the part of a slave. His pride would be his death one day, likely in the sands of the arena.
However, the man laughed instead, looking to Verus with a smile on his face. "It would hurt it to spoil the surprise, now wouldn't it? Just know that you're to be given tonight, so the anticipation won't last much longer. Be prepared to escort him upstairs when the order arrives. The two guards nodded as the emperor began to walk back down the hall, away from the small training room.
In my post, I did some controlling of the emperor, as I felt it was necessary, but correct me if I'm straying from what your vision of his personality is. And yes, Necromancers and the such are very fun to roleplay. Been far too long since I've been in an RP where I could use one though.
You know Nicholas Flamel from the Harry Potter series? There's a series of books based on him, loosely. I'm almost certain it's not the same world, however it involves immortality and all that. Main character is this guy literally called The Necromancer, and at the time, I was obsessed with RPing them, so I felt that the signature fit well. I just liked the quote from the book.
Name: Verus
Age: 24
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And I've always preferred expanding onto backstory in the RP itself. Anything else I need to know? I'd imagine that you should open up the scene, since you're the one having a party.
Age: 24
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And I've always preferred expanding onto backstory in the RP itself. Anything else I need to know? I'd imagine that you should open up the scene, since you're the one having a party.
Marken was taken completely off guard by her hug, but still wrapped his own arms around Ella, pulling her close to his form. He found himself curious at her suddenly display of affection, usually he was the one who began anything, but it was a welcome surprise. He nuzzled his forehead into the crook of her neck, finding himself simply enjoying the feeling of being entwined like this.
"If I'm all you need, then I'll be sure to keep it that way..." His own words were soft as he kept Ella pulled to his form. Gently, however, he pulled himself out of her arms when he felt enough time had passed. Then, he stood up, walking out of the room. "I'll return shortly, I have to send the order for my mothers dinner." He walked out into the hallway, looking around, before finding a servant roaming. They always did, near the royal bedrooms, in order to be nearby incase an order needed to be given. He wrote out a note and began walking to him.
"You there, come here." The servant stopped in his tracks, before practically running over to Marken, standing in front of him silently, respectfully. "Take this note to the kitchens, give it to the head chef. Tell him to speak to me if he has an issue with the contents." The servant opened his mouth to speak, before deciding better of it. When the prince gave you an order, you damn well followed it. Instead, he took off at a full run down the halls, off towards the kitchens. Good.
With that, Marken walked back into his own apartment, hunting down Ella once more, and taking another drink of his glass. "I honestly don't know what I would be doing without you here Ella. I'd have a girl whom I wouldn't want a thing to do with in my bedchamber, and my mother would be suffering for days to come."
"If I'm all you need, then I'll be sure to keep it that way..." His own words were soft as he kept Ella pulled to his form. Gently, however, he pulled himself out of her arms when he felt enough time had passed. Then, he stood up, walking out of the room. "I'll return shortly, I have to send the order for my mothers dinner." He walked out into the hallway, looking around, before finding a servant roaming. They always did, near the royal bedrooms, in order to be nearby incase an order needed to be given. He wrote out a note and began walking to him.
"You there, come here." The servant stopped in his tracks, before practically running over to Marken, standing in front of him silently, respectfully. "Take this note to the kitchens, give it to the head chef. Tell him to speak to me if he has an issue with the contents." The servant opened his mouth to speak, before deciding better of it. When the prince gave you an order, you damn well followed it. Instead, he took off at a full run down the halls, off towards the kitchens. Good.
With that, Marken walked back into his own apartment, hunting down Ella once more, and taking another drink of his glass. "I honestly don't know what I would be doing without you here Ella. I'd have a girl whom I wouldn't want a thing to do with in my bedchamber, and my mother would be suffering for days to come."
Alexander had said nothing as Calliope cuddled against him while she was in his arms, assuming it was a natural reaction of a girl half asleep. Still, he couldn't say that it didn't feel good on some level, to have someone using him as a pillar of support. Still, what he found comforting in one moment wasn't exactly the greatest comfort the next. The issue of the single bed still screamed at him, that it was wrong, that she was stil- Wait. Alexander stopped and thought for a moment. Her actions earlier... He looked at Calliope again, in her half asleep state. Now, he felt that he could examine her, and her groggy mind would hardly pay attention to it. Just as she rarely saw him sleep, he'd yet to see her sleep in years, the last time being before she was twenty, atleast.
She had... Grown, substantially. The thin night gown that she now wore did little for modesty at this point, though Alexander was too tired to care as he took her form in. He still wanted to think about her as that teenaged girl, with an attitude that he'd never been able to break, but now... Things certainly had a way of changing, didn't they? Her words shook him from his thoughts, and he glanced back up to her face. He honestly didn't even want to argue with her. He wanted to sleep, and the bed was large enough to accommodate the both of them. "I... Very well, Calliope. I'm honestly too tired to argue right now. Move over please." It was a request made from pure desire to simply lay down and sleep, though he honestly couldn't say that he wouldn't enjoy the opportunity for Calliope to be so close to him. At this very moment, in such clothing, he was thinking of her as the full woman she actually was.
If she did comply, moving over, Alexander would climb into the bed, underneath the single blanket on top of it, and realized with a small smile that Calliope wasn't even under it yet. The bed held two pillows, one for each of them then. It was designed with the idea of a couple in mind, but not one to be separate in bed. That much was certain, as he waited for Calliope to maneuver herself in.
She had... Grown, substantially. The thin night gown that she now wore did little for modesty at this point, though Alexander was too tired to care as he took her form in. He still wanted to think about her as that teenaged girl, with an attitude that he'd never been able to break, but now... Things certainly had a way of changing, didn't they? Her words shook him from his thoughts, and he glanced back up to her face. He honestly didn't even want to argue with her. He wanted to sleep, and the bed was large enough to accommodate the both of them. "I... Very well, Calliope. I'm honestly too tired to argue right now. Move over please." It was a request made from pure desire to simply lay down and sleep, though he honestly couldn't say that he wouldn't enjoy the opportunity for Calliope to be so close to him. At this very moment, in such clothing, he was thinking of her as the full woman she actually was.
If she did comply, moving over, Alexander would climb into the bed, underneath the single blanket on top of it, and realized with a small smile that Calliope wasn't even under it yet. The bed held two pillows, one for each of them then. It was designed with the idea of a couple in mind, but not one to be separate in bed. That much was certain, as he waited for Calliope to maneuver herself in.
Her words brought Marken even more hope. He knew that, given her sickness, she would already be eating soup. This wouldn't even require a great deal of effort to slip a cure to her then, just a note to the kitchens to tell them that his mother was to be fed curry. While he hadn't personally had the dish, he'd read about it, in some book or another, and so he was certain that if he knew about the dish, the cooks in the kitchen certainly would. His smile widened with the news. So she would be alright then.
"I'll have send a servant down to the kitchens with a note then, with instructions on what to feed her. If only our physicians knew it would be that easy to cure from the beginning." He let out a soft chuckle at how simple the situation honestly was, yet how deadly it could've been. She wasn't even going to die at this point, according to Ella, they were only helping to speed her along the path to recovery. Atleast she was going to survive, even if their cure did fail, since she wasn't fatally poisoned.
He decided that Ella deserved something, for the gift she'd given him and for helping him with his mother. He thought for a moment, considering the possibilities before his eyes lit up happily. He knew that a proper gift like this should be a surprise, however the thought didn't sit well with him. Still, a design came into his mind as he studied Ellas face, taking in her bright blue eyes... Yes, that was what he would do. A golden amulet, with a sapphire inset into the center. It would be forged to match the one she gave him, and he knew just the man to talk to. It likely wouldn't even take an entire day, all of the materials would be available right from the start.
"Ella, I must say... Thank you, again. Even if she wasn't mortally poisoned, you're still helping my mother avoid a great deal of pain. Tomorrow, I want you to meet her too. She's much... Nicer than my father." He decided to elaborate, given her first impression of his father. The man needed to keep up a great appearance to anyone, but the kingdom well... There was a reason it was at war, and a reason it was being run into the ground. Marken had a great deal to accomplish, once he took up the throne. "Glenn isn't quite as pleasant as he would have you think. This is the first time he's given any emotion other than anger in weeks, and it took his wife nearly passing in front of him to do that." Marken took her hand in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing them to it lightly. It was a kind gesture, one that was used to compliment a lady, or so he had been taught, and yet he had somehow missed doing it until now.
"I'll have send a servant down to the kitchens with a note then, with instructions on what to feed her. If only our physicians knew it would be that easy to cure from the beginning." He let out a soft chuckle at how simple the situation honestly was, yet how deadly it could've been. She wasn't even going to die at this point, according to Ella, they were only helping to speed her along the path to recovery. Atleast she was going to survive, even if their cure did fail, since she wasn't fatally poisoned.
He decided that Ella deserved something, for the gift she'd given him and for helping him with his mother. He thought for a moment, considering the possibilities before his eyes lit up happily. He knew that a proper gift like this should be a surprise, however the thought didn't sit well with him. Still, a design came into his mind as he studied Ellas face, taking in her bright blue eyes... Yes, that was what he would do. A golden amulet, with a sapphire inset into the center. It would be forged to match the one she gave him, and he knew just the man to talk to. It likely wouldn't even take an entire day, all of the materials would be available right from the start.
"Ella, I must say... Thank you, again. Even if she wasn't mortally poisoned, you're still helping my mother avoid a great deal of pain. Tomorrow, I want you to meet her too. She's much... Nicer than my father." He decided to elaborate, given her first impression of his father. The man needed to keep up a great appearance to anyone, but the kingdom well... There was a reason it was at war, and a reason it was being run into the ground. Marken had a great deal to accomplish, once he took up the throne. "Glenn isn't quite as pleasant as he would have you think. This is the first time he's given any emotion other than anger in weeks, and it took his wife nearly passing in front of him to do that." Marken took her hand in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and pressing them to it lightly. It was a kind gesture, one that was used to compliment a lady, or so he had been taught, and yet he had somehow missed doing it until now.
He had responded to her voice immediately, walking into the room and beaming her a wide smile. It faded slightly as he looked at her. Something felt wrong in the air, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shrugged it off entirely, deciding it was just worry for his mother, something that was very soon to be alleviated. Before he sat down at the table, however, Marken walked over to a small cabinet, opening it up. Two small bottles of wine, intended for drinking throughout the day, were on a rack, the rest of the slots empty or holding empty, though pretty looking, bottles. He chose on at random, pulling it out and retrieving two glasses.
"Figured we could celebrate curing my mothers illness with a couple glasses of wine!" He set a glass in front of Ella, and the other near it, indicating that he intended to sit right next to her. With a clearly practiced hand, he pulled the cork out of the bottle, allowing it to drop to the table with a light clicking of wood bouncing around, before pouring them both a glass halfway to the top. The prince set the bottle down then, before pulling a chair up to be near Ella, close enough that he could reach over and touch her, or something similar.
He took a long draft of his wine, savoring the almost too sweet taste of it, before swallowing it down with a satisfied "Ah." Looking to Ella, his face took on a more serious tone. "Her symptoms, from what I could tell in her sleep, are simple. Coughing fits, erratic, and weak, breathing, fever, and I would guarantee pain and exhaustion are there too. She was out cold when I walked into her room. Does it sound familiar?" He had a very hesitant tone in his voice, bringing his hand up to fiddle with the amulet around his neck, displayed proudly to the world.
"Figured we could celebrate curing my mothers illness with a couple glasses of wine!" He set a glass in front of Ella, and the other near it, indicating that he intended to sit right next to her. With a clearly practiced hand, he pulled the cork out of the bottle, allowing it to drop to the table with a light clicking of wood bouncing around, before pouring them both a glass halfway to the top. The prince set the bottle down then, before pulling a chair up to be near Ella, close enough that he could reach over and touch her, or something similar.
He took a long draft of his wine, savoring the almost too sweet taste of it, before swallowing it down with a satisfied "Ah." Looking to Ella, his face took on a more serious tone. "Her symptoms, from what I could tell in her sleep, are simple. Coughing fits, erratic, and weak, breathing, fever, and I would guarantee pain and exhaustion are there too. She was out cold when I walked into her room. Does it sound familiar?" He had a very hesitant tone in his voice, bringing his hand up to fiddle with the amulet around his neck, displayed proudly to the world.
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