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If you have an questions or ideas please feel free to get in touch! I also work full time so sometimes my responses can be sporadic.
If I'm not on here writing I will most certainly be playing video games or sucked into a new world reading.
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There we go! I won't be around tomorrow so I don't know if I will be able to reply on Saturday! However I will be back Sunday :3
Few visitors? Well… I suppose with a war not many foreigners would make it this far. It’s quite well hidden. Thinking to herself as she looked over at Ozragad smiling when he mentioned it was marble but with a twist. Moon crystal? I’ve heard of that. Looking back up at the palace and it’s glow she couldn’t help but appreciate it more, it was eye catching and would be envious to any person setting eyes on it for the first time. I wonder if I will have to ride to the palace, I haven’t been on a horse in a while. That would be quite nice.
However, her attention was caught when the gates had started to lower, quite a few individuals on horseback had emerged and her eyes caught sight of a palanquin which answered her earlier question. Well, could have been worse I suppose. Probably safer. Curious as she saw Ozragad frown at the site she wondered what had caused the reaction, was something wrong? Keeping her mouth shut from asking she felt that was a question for another day, for now these affairs were his own and she felt it would be insensitive to ask such questions.
“Of course.” Nodding her head, she watched as the King rode off to meet with the individuals at the bridge, she couldn’t help but watch from afar although she couldn’t hear anything. Well I’m sure it’s nothing for me to worry about. Waving it off she turned to Treville who looked concerned, most of her men did but they were in enemy ground. They were all quite far from home, well this will be my new home. Sighing as she glanced back at the glowing palace wondering if she would be happy here.
“Your highness, I implore you to watch your tone. You’re treading a fine line already and you’re not married yet. For all our sake consider your words.” Treville sighed looking over the Princess, he had a wealth of experience and he would use it to assist her whilst here. He was fiercely loyal to the Hydealyn family.
“Treville… I appreciate your concern however I will not let him think he has power over me. I am not some meek princess who needs to be saved. I’m more than just a dutiful wife who is supposed to provide heirs. That’s not me.”
“With all due respect your highness, that is you. That has been your role ever since you were born. All your lessons up to this day have been for a moment like this, that is your part. The dutiful wife, to be a beloved Queen of the people. This is what life has dealt you, perhaps it is different here, but at the end of the day you are to marry a King. The entire council and his people will expect you to be his Queen, provide heirs and sit at his side.” Treville sighed to himself as he looked at his men who seemed quite tense in this discussion.
“What a stupid role in life. Perhaps I’ll end up being his prisoner instead. Far more interesting” Turning away from Treville her tone dropping at her last sentence as she looked back towards Ozaragd frowning when she heard his voice, what was out of the question? Girl!? Didn’t even bother to use my name. Pursing her lips as she listened on wondering what his words meant, the idea of him sneaking back she could only assume some sort of unrest had happened with his people. My fault no doubt.
Looking up at Ozragad as he stared at her intently, it felt like he was on edge and a part of her felt uncomfortable. “Right, Treville. You heard the King. His orders are my orders.” Glancing at Treville who stood tall and bowed his head out of respect before ordering his men to do as such. Moving forward she walked to the palanquin not daring to argue the matter, as much as riding a horse would have been a nice bit of freedom this was the safest route. Especially if there had been unrest with his people.
I wonder if the Eorzians would have felt the same. Shaking the thought from her head she clambered into the palanquin not even taking the help of Treville who had moved forward realising she was doing things for herself.
However, her attention was caught when the gates had started to lower, quite a few individuals on horseback had emerged and her eyes caught sight of a palanquin which answered her earlier question. Well, could have been worse I suppose. Probably safer. Curious as she saw Ozragad frown at the site she wondered what had caused the reaction, was something wrong? Keeping her mouth shut from asking she felt that was a question for another day, for now these affairs were his own and she felt it would be insensitive to ask such questions.
“Of course.” Nodding her head, she watched as the King rode off to meet with the individuals at the bridge, she couldn’t help but watch from afar although she couldn’t hear anything. Well I’m sure it’s nothing for me to worry about. Waving it off she turned to Treville who looked concerned, most of her men did but they were in enemy ground. They were all quite far from home, well this will be my new home. Sighing as she glanced back at the glowing palace wondering if she would be happy here.
“Your highness, I implore you to watch your tone. You’re treading a fine line already and you’re not married yet. For all our sake consider your words.” Treville sighed looking over the Princess, he had a wealth of experience and he would use it to assist her whilst here. He was fiercely loyal to the Hydealyn family.
“Treville… I appreciate your concern however I will not let him think he has power over me. I am not some meek princess who needs to be saved. I’m more than just a dutiful wife who is supposed to provide heirs. That’s not me.”
“With all due respect your highness, that is you. That has been your role ever since you were born. All your lessons up to this day have been for a moment like this, that is your part. The dutiful wife, to be a beloved Queen of the people. This is what life has dealt you, perhaps it is different here, but at the end of the day you are to marry a King. The entire council and his people will expect you to be his Queen, provide heirs and sit at his side.” Treville sighed to himself as he looked at his men who seemed quite tense in this discussion.
“What a stupid role in life. Perhaps I’ll end up being his prisoner instead. Far more interesting” Turning away from Treville her tone dropping at her last sentence as she looked back towards Ozaragd frowning when she heard his voice, what was out of the question? Girl!? Didn’t even bother to use my name. Pursing her lips as she listened on wondering what his words meant, the idea of him sneaking back she could only assume some sort of unrest had happened with his people. My fault no doubt.
Looking up at Ozragad as he stared at her intently, it felt like he was on edge and a part of her felt uncomfortable. “Right, Treville. You heard the King. His orders are my orders.” Glancing at Treville who stood tall and bowed his head out of respect before ordering his men to do as such. Moving forward she walked to the palanquin not daring to argue the matter, as much as riding a horse would have been a nice bit of freedom this was the safest route. Especially if there had been unrest with his people.
I wonder if the Eorzians would have felt the same. Shaking the thought from her head she clambered into the palanquin not even taking the help of Treville who had moved forward realising she was doing things for herself.
Oooo exciting!!
I'm so excited for him to get kidnapped haha
I'm so excited for him to get kidnapped haha
There we go!
Ethan would have been so different if they weren't in enemy territory about her memories and feelings for him.
Ethan would have been so different if they weren't in enemy territory about her memories and feelings for him.
They had spoken all through the night, Ethan had gone through stories of her past. Everything he knew about her and it had taken all night to go through the important events that she should know. There had been tears, a lot of tears but that was because Iris knew everything was now going to change and not for the better. Although she now knew about her boyfriend Ethan it wasn’t the same, she could recall feeling something for him, but it was not how she felt now and that was a topic she would have to discuss with him. In a less dangerous setting.
Iris hadn’t sleep, she felt sick to her core speaking with Ethan. Memories would trickle in here and there, but they weren’t anything of big importance. The only thing she could focus on was the fact she was here to kill Caspain, someone she knew she had feelings for and only yesterday had kissed him.
“I get it, I can’t imagine what it’s like to not know anything.” Ethan sighed heavily running fingers through his hair, it was morning now and he was exhausted especially with being on the run from the interrogators. “No pressure on us though, don’t force those feelings for me. It’d be cruel.” Shaking his head slightly as he looked towards the door, a part of him was worried on if anyone would walk in, but it was still early. He was crushed, he had liked Iris for as long as he could remember. Chased her since school and here she was not even able to conjure up any sort of feelings to him. He had to be the better man though, he couldn't do anything about it whilst here.
Wincing when she heard his words, she looked at her hands sighing as she fiddled with the fabric of her clothes, “I’m so sorry. This is so much to take in.”
“Our lives are in danger, our people, your people need you to do this. You can’t return to your father empty handed. We will have to do something. You can get close to him.” Ethan stressed his words as he looked at Iris with pleading eyes, trying to convince her to continue on with the plan. “If they find me here, find you harbouring me we’re both going to end up to those interrogators, do you know what they do?”
“No”
“Iris, have you forgotten about her. Your mother.” Grimacing as he had avoided to tell her about her mothers’ death, he hated having to break this news to her.
“I know what happened, father couldn’t pay for her medicine, no one would help. I know why he started the rebellion.” Placing her head in her hands as she sighed, she was exhausted, no tears left to cry and she didn’t want to think on it anymore. “I know they need help.. I want to help, but Cas… he. He saved my li…”
“You like him don’t you.” Cold words cut across before he let her finish her sentence, a couple of days ago she had been up for the task. Now she was different, something had changed, and he felt his hands curled into firsts angry at the whole thing. “Iris, you can’t walk away from your past. They will figure out who you are here, do you know they have expert men going through every photo of every person trying to find out who is in this rebellion. They’ll catch onto you and being locked here, interrogated… it isn’t just simple questions and we have people down there at this very moment who risked their lives to try and find you.”
“N-No… I…” Shaking her head she felt it pound away from a headache that had formed hours ago. “I… I’m not a killer. How will killing him change anything? What if I talk to him? He will understand, he would want to help.”
Scoffing he turned his back on Iris, a part of him sickened as he had tried to be understanding. “What about kidnapping him, you don’t have to kill him.”
“No, Ethan… bloodshed won’t help any of the people. If he goes missing the capital will search for him. Probably burn everything down trying to find him. This is a lost cause. Our best course of action is for you to hide… you can hide in this room. No one will be in here and we can plan an escape back home.”
Shaking his head, he sighed, what would have happened had she not have lost her memories? “Fine, but remember if you try taking me down, I’ll bring you with me. We are doing this together. It’s best we get out of here, away from influences that are effecting your judgement.” As much as he wanted to kick off at her, argue over everything he had to keep his voice down. There was no way he wanted anyone to find out he was here; he would convince her to kidnap him. They would get this done whether by force or not.
Iris hadn’t sleep, she felt sick to her core speaking with Ethan. Memories would trickle in here and there, but they weren’t anything of big importance. The only thing she could focus on was the fact she was here to kill Caspain, someone she knew she had feelings for and only yesterday had kissed him.
“I get it, I can’t imagine what it’s like to not know anything.” Ethan sighed heavily running fingers through his hair, it was morning now and he was exhausted especially with being on the run from the interrogators. “No pressure on us though, don’t force those feelings for me. It’d be cruel.” Shaking his head slightly as he looked towards the door, a part of him was worried on if anyone would walk in, but it was still early. He was crushed, he had liked Iris for as long as he could remember. Chased her since school and here she was not even able to conjure up any sort of feelings to him. He had to be the better man though, he couldn't do anything about it whilst here.
Wincing when she heard his words, she looked at her hands sighing as she fiddled with the fabric of her clothes, “I’m so sorry. This is so much to take in.”
“Our lives are in danger, our people, your people need you to do this. You can’t return to your father empty handed. We will have to do something. You can get close to him.” Ethan stressed his words as he looked at Iris with pleading eyes, trying to convince her to continue on with the plan. “If they find me here, find you harbouring me we’re both going to end up to those interrogators, do you know what they do?”
“No”
“Iris, have you forgotten about her. Your mother.” Grimacing as he had avoided to tell her about her mothers’ death, he hated having to break this news to her.
“I know what happened, father couldn’t pay for her medicine, no one would help. I know why he started the rebellion.” Placing her head in her hands as she sighed, she was exhausted, no tears left to cry and she didn’t want to think on it anymore. “I know they need help.. I want to help, but Cas… he. He saved my li…”
“You like him don’t you.” Cold words cut across before he let her finish her sentence, a couple of days ago she had been up for the task. Now she was different, something had changed, and he felt his hands curled into firsts angry at the whole thing. “Iris, you can’t walk away from your past. They will figure out who you are here, do you know they have expert men going through every photo of every person trying to find out who is in this rebellion. They’ll catch onto you and being locked here, interrogated… it isn’t just simple questions and we have people down there at this very moment who risked their lives to try and find you.”
“N-No… I…” Shaking her head she felt it pound away from a headache that had formed hours ago. “I… I’m not a killer. How will killing him change anything? What if I talk to him? He will understand, he would want to help.”
Scoffing he turned his back on Iris, a part of him sickened as he had tried to be understanding. “What about kidnapping him, you don’t have to kill him.”
“No, Ethan… bloodshed won’t help any of the people. If he goes missing the capital will search for him. Probably burn everything down trying to find him. This is a lost cause. Our best course of action is for you to hide… you can hide in this room. No one will be in here and we can plan an escape back home.”
Shaking his head, he sighed, what would have happened had she not have lost her memories? “Fine, but remember if you try taking me down, I’ll bring you with me. We are doing this together. It’s best we get out of here, away from influences that are effecting your judgement.” As much as he wanted to kick off at her, argue over everything he had to keep his voice down. There was no way he wanted anyone to find out he was here; he would convince her to kidnap him. They would get this done whether by force or not.
Hahaha least you got some done!!
Omg I'm working on it now and wow it's already breaking my heart haha
Omg I'm working on it now and wow it's already breaking my heart haha
Casting her eyes over the capital Cirith of Anyr it was kind of mesmerising, she had never seen such a thing before. Although it was dark compared to Eorzia it held such a beauty of its own, even though there was barely any greenery she could see the fields by the riverbank harbouring what she could only assume was fungi thriving in the darker setting. Comparing it to her own city the architecture was vastly different, it seemed basic in places, but it was almost like a secret city nestled within this cave giving it quite the mysterious aura to her.
It was quite a lot to take in, the secret city within the cave. The somewhat darker feel of the city, but it radiated power and history. The curious side of her wanted to know more, she wanted to explore the city as she was certain she would never see anything like this again. It was hard not to admire it’s beauty, although Eorzia was different with more aesthetically pleasing gardens, greenery and sun this city had it’s own beauty.
Looking up at the glowing castle it was hard to miss, it was the shinning beacon of the city and the white-blue light gave it such a royal feel. That was clearly the palace, the ivory spires and elegance that oozed from it she couldn’t picture any other place being his home. A part of her envied how the palace seemed to glow, as much her own home was elegant and stunning it didn’t have that glow to it. It was simply amazing, but her thoughts turned bitter at admiring the city. I highly doubt I’ll be leaving this place, not alive anyway. That thought alone sent shivers up her spine as she felt she was entering her demise here.
Lost in her thoughts her eyes were darting around the place, taking in everything she could see. It took a couple of minutes before she had realised Ozragad had addressed her. Snapping out of her thoughts she looked at Treville who had cleared his throat to grab her attention so she didn't completely embarrass herself or insult anyone. Elise felt herself inwardly cringe at the realisation she had ignored the King, composing herself she turned to face him offering a small smile which did not reach her eyes. Thankfully that sickness feeling has passed so she wasn't too fearful to talk.
“My apologies, Cirith Anyr is breathing in its own way. I’ve never seen something like this before, it’s… quite a lot to take in.” Taking a look back at her carriage she could see her men preparing it to be stored somewhere, it didn’t look like it could go any further into the city so no doubt they were placing it somewhere for safe keeping for when needed in the future. If it would be needed. A part of her still focused on the negative, the idea that she would never leave this place and how she was now trapped.
“Your palace, it glows. I’m assuming the marble plays a part in that?” The only material she had ever seen so white was marble and their own palace had room crafted with such material, but it didn’t glow. Not like his palace. Moving forward slightly she saw Treville move slightly behind ready to protect her from any sort of attack, it was a possibility that could happen she didn’t completely trust his intentions.
It was quite a lot to take in, the secret city within the cave. The somewhat darker feel of the city, but it radiated power and history. The curious side of her wanted to know more, she wanted to explore the city as she was certain she would never see anything like this again. It was hard not to admire it’s beauty, although Eorzia was different with more aesthetically pleasing gardens, greenery and sun this city had it’s own beauty.
Looking up at the glowing castle it was hard to miss, it was the shinning beacon of the city and the white-blue light gave it such a royal feel. That was clearly the palace, the ivory spires and elegance that oozed from it she couldn’t picture any other place being his home. A part of her envied how the palace seemed to glow, as much her own home was elegant and stunning it didn’t have that glow to it. It was simply amazing, but her thoughts turned bitter at admiring the city. I highly doubt I’ll be leaving this place, not alive anyway. That thought alone sent shivers up her spine as she felt she was entering her demise here.
Lost in her thoughts her eyes were darting around the place, taking in everything she could see. It took a couple of minutes before she had realised Ozragad had addressed her. Snapping out of her thoughts she looked at Treville who had cleared his throat to grab her attention so she didn't completely embarrass herself or insult anyone. Elise felt herself inwardly cringe at the realisation she had ignored the King, composing herself she turned to face him offering a small smile which did not reach her eyes. Thankfully that sickness feeling has passed so she wasn't too fearful to talk.
“My apologies, Cirith Anyr is breathing in its own way. I’ve never seen something like this before, it’s… quite a lot to take in.” Taking a look back at her carriage she could see her men preparing it to be stored somewhere, it didn’t look like it could go any further into the city so no doubt they were placing it somewhere for safe keeping for when needed in the future. If it would be needed. A part of her still focused on the negative, the idea that she would never leave this place and how she was now trapped.
“Your palace, it glows. I’m assuming the marble plays a part in that?” The only material she had ever seen so white was marble and their own palace had room crafted with such material, but it didn’t glow. Not like his palace. Moving forward slightly she saw Treville move slightly behind ready to protect her from any sort of attack, it was a possibility that could happen she didn’t completely trust his intentions.
Ong no I love it!!
I love visuals to help my imagination so go ahead! :)
I love visuals to help my imagination so go ahead! :)
Hahaha it's always the way!!
That's a good idea! But sometimes muse doesn't work out that way so you have to reply to something else instead!! I hope it goes alright! I'm heading off for the night so I will catch you tomorrow :)
That's a good idea! But sometimes muse doesn't work out that way so you have to reply to something else instead!! I hope it goes alright! I'm heading off for the night so I will catch you tomorrow :)
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