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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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Don't worry about it! I've only just caught up myself so I'm relaxing Haha! Hope you have been well though :3
That sounds perfect to me!!
True but when we go to Eorzia I have so many ideas for the palace and how it will look :3
True but when we go to Eorzia I have so many ideas for the palace and how it will look :3
No no I am more than happy with that! We can skip it to tomorrow if you'd prefer? With the banquet and such~
Ohhh yes! If you don't mind of course! I think that would be quite interesting to build the picture of the room and what kind of people that would serve her whilst there!
Ohhh yes! If you don't mind of course! I think that would be quite interesting to build the picture of the room and what kind of people that would serve her whilst there!
Well this has certainly been interesting. Treville is quite getting quite vocal, perhaps he is worried I’ll say the wrong thing and get us all killed? Shaking her head slightly she settled down inside the palanquin making herself as comfortable as she could, she was still annoyed with Treville but for now she would just focus on making it his palace in one piece. Whatever had gone down between Ozragad and the person he had met with didn’t sound all too great, a part of her worried on if her own men would be safe going to the palace. They were strong fighters but could easily be overpowered by numbers especially if the King did not choose to help them.
No, it will be fine. They have covered anything Eorzian about them, it’s not much longer until they can rest. If they can.
Tapping her fingers against one of the walls of the palanquin she felt restless herself, it was anxious being so far deep into the enemy territory. Although a part of her knew the King would not allow harm to come to her there was still the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she had come to her death. That she would be killed in the night and they blame it on some sort of sickness to try to appease the Eorzians.
Give me strength, patience and… what was that? Looking up from her clasped hands placed neatly in her lap she heard the cry of Long live the King. Smiling to herself at the sentiment it was clear he had the love of his people, that was important when King. You had to command the respect of your people but also be loved by them as they hold power in numbers. However, after the words she felt the tension, it was hard not to sense it and she felt the nerves hit her.
Frowning at the next words she heard she couldn’t help but cringe, her body shuddered as they cried out supporting the peace. Supporting her. I shouldn’t be your queen, don’t praise it. Then came the boos, jeers and she felt her body tense up. These were fresh wounds; the war had barely been over, and she knew that claiming such a thing would divide the people. It had done in her Kingdom upon announcement of the peace treaty. As much as there were supporters of the peace there were also the fanatically people that were dead against such an idea. It had caused quite problem in Eorzia that her father had set up a scapegoat travel carriage in order for her actual one to pass through peacefully. It had worked, she had managed to start the journey in peace and the scapegoat carriage had been taken hostage by loyal devoted people who did not want their Princess given to a warlord.
The reaction of the words spread like wildfire; she could hear the commotion, but she didn’t dare look. For once she had to place her faith in Ozragad that he would keep her and her men safe, it was quite the unsettling feeling for her, but she focused on trying to keep calm. Flinching at the next words she felt her fingers curl up into fists bunching up the fabric of her dress as she gripped it tightly needing to feel the pressure of holding something so tightly.
Down with Ozragad? Are they so mad about this peace to wish ill of their King? Concern crossed her mind for a split second before she shook the thought out of her head. They were just angry men, it had to be expected. Flinching as she heard the small hail of stones bounce off of the palanquin, she half expected a fight to break out, but she felt a wave of relief when she heard them say they were near the gates.
However, her relief was short lived, the next sounds she heard would trouble her. Placing a hand over her mouth hiding the gasp as she heard the blood curdling scream, it went right through her and she trembled. The palanquin was still moving forward but not quick enough, not far enough as she could still hear the distant screams from behind them. That could have been me, it still could…
A sickening thought passed through her as she thought on the warlord, the King who was now personally dealing with his people. It had taken her a moment to realise the palanquin had stopped moving and she glanced towards the exit, for a split second she wondered if this was where she was about to die but that washed away when she saw Treville offer his hand to help her out. Letting out a rather shaky breath she unclenched her fists smoothing out her dress once more, regaining her composure she exited the palanquin taking Trevilles hand this time and stood tall and proud as if she hadn’t heard what had happened.
Clearing her throat, she took a few steps forward, partly to make sure she felt okay on her feet and another part to increase the distance from the gates. Smiling politely at Manawyndan she was glad the journey was over, “Thank you for escorting me and my men to palace.” Regardless of the events she still had to be polite, show respect else she would consistently be watching out for people that would try to kill her. Glancing back, she could see Treville standing just behind her and all her men just two steps behind, all unscathed thankfully. As much as she hated to admit it he had protected her and her men, something she would thank him for if there was a chance even if she hated the idea.
No, it will be fine. They have covered anything Eorzian about them, it’s not much longer until they can rest. If they can.
Tapping her fingers against one of the walls of the palanquin she felt restless herself, it was anxious being so far deep into the enemy territory. Although a part of her knew the King would not allow harm to come to her there was still the nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she had come to her death. That she would be killed in the night and they blame it on some sort of sickness to try to appease the Eorzians.
Give me strength, patience and… what was that? Looking up from her clasped hands placed neatly in her lap she heard the cry of Long live the King. Smiling to herself at the sentiment it was clear he had the love of his people, that was important when King. You had to command the respect of your people but also be loved by them as they hold power in numbers. However, after the words she felt the tension, it was hard not to sense it and she felt the nerves hit her.
Frowning at the next words she heard she couldn’t help but cringe, her body shuddered as they cried out supporting the peace. Supporting her. I shouldn’t be your queen, don’t praise it. Then came the boos, jeers and she felt her body tense up. These were fresh wounds; the war had barely been over, and she knew that claiming such a thing would divide the people. It had done in her Kingdom upon announcement of the peace treaty. As much as there were supporters of the peace there were also the fanatically people that were dead against such an idea. It had caused quite problem in Eorzia that her father had set up a scapegoat travel carriage in order for her actual one to pass through peacefully. It had worked, she had managed to start the journey in peace and the scapegoat carriage had been taken hostage by loyal devoted people who did not want their Princess given to a warlord.
The reaction of the words spread like wildfire; she could hear the commotion, but she didn’t dare look. For once she had to place her faith in Ozragad that he would keep her and her men safe, it was quite the unsettling feeling for her, but she focused on trying to keep calm. Flinching at the next words she felt her fingers curl up into fists bunching up the fabric of her dress as she gripped it tightly needing to feel the pressure of holding something so tightly.
Down with Ozragad? Are they so mad about this peace to wish ill of their King? Concern crossed her mind for a split second before she shook the thought out of her head. They were just angry men, it had to be expected. Flinching as she heard the small hail of stones bounce off of the palanquin, she half expected a fight to break out, but she felt a wave of relief when she heard them say they were near the gates.
However, her relief was short lived, the next sounds she heard would trouble her. Placing a hand over her mouth hiding the gasp as she heard the blood curdling scream, it went right through her and she trembled. The palanquin was still moving forward but not quick enough, not far enough as she could still hear the distant screams from behind them. That could have been me, it still could…
A sickening thought passed through her as she thought on the warlord, the King who was now personally dealing with his people. It had taken her a moment to realise the palanquin had stopped moving and she glanced towards the exit, for a split second she wondered if this was where she was about to die but that washed away when she saw Treville offer his hand to help her out. Letting out a rather shaky breath she unclenched her fists smoothing out her dress once more, regaining her composure she exited the palanquin taking Trevilles hand this time and stood tall and proud as if she hadn’t heard what had happened.
Clearing her throat, she took a few steps forward, partly to make sure she felt okay on her feet and another part to increase the distance from the gates. Smiling politely at Manawyndan she was glad the journey was over, “Thank you for escorting me and my men to palace.” Regardless of the events she still had to be polite, show respect else she would consistently be watching out for people that would try to kill her. Glancing back, she could see Treville standing just behind her and all her men just two steps behind, all unscathed thankfully. As much as she hated to admit it he had protected her and her men, something she would thank him for if there was a chance even if she hated the idea.
“I’m sorry Ethan.” Sighing softly to herself as she tentatively reached out to touch his hand but flinched when he pulled it away quickly from her, she had hurt him, and she knew she had. A part of her felt guilty for it, she should have remembered she had a boyfriend, or she should have been smart enough to not get caught up with liking someone else. “I… maybe it’s best we get out of here.”
“We should, but it’s quite tight with security. It’s a miracle we managed to get out once, so they probably know we have a hacker.” Ethan shrugged as he turned away from Iris, it was hard not be angry with her and now she was backing away from the original plan. Rubbing his temples, he was tired himself, he had been on the run and been through part of the interrogation process which wasn’t easy. “Just… don’t get us caught. You don’t want to know what they do down there.”
“What happened?”
“… No. Don’t worry about it.”
“Ethan…” Grimacing Iris rubbed her arm watching him wander around the room, it hurt. She didn’t know what she could do to help, it had all become one big mess and a part of her wanted to be on her own away from everything and everyone. That won’t happen. How can I leave without it being weird? Plus, Cas is always with me because of my memories so it would be weird… what if Cas finds out? Will he hate me? Biting her lip as she couldn’t help but think on these things even though Ethan was stood right there, and he was meant to be her boyfriend.
“Do you hear that?” Whispering as Ethan turned his head hearing voices approach the room.
“Oh no!” Panicking as Iris got to her feet, she looked around the room wondering where best for him to hide. “You need to hide! Quickly!” Whispering she ushered Ethan to hurry up as he moved trying to find a good place to hide so he wouldn’t be seen or heard.
Oh crap, that’s Cas… who is he with. They don’t sound happy. Shaking slightly, she glanced around the room for anything out of place, worried that something would look off but that was because she was paranoid.
“Iris, just… don’t panic. You can ramble a lot when nervous.” Whispering his last words before he hid inside one of the wardrobes, a part of him felt this was a stupid place to hide but they had no reason to look for anyone in her room. His own heart was racing, and he could feel the adrenaline, whilst curling up in the wardrobe he made sure he kept quiet. Hands balled into fists in case he had to spring into action and make some daring escape with Iris.
Raking fingers through her hair trying to neaten it she moved sitting back on the bed making it look as if she had just woken up. Iris found herself questioning everything she was doing and if it looked natural. Glancing down at her hands she could see herself shaking slightly, partly because she was scared, and another part was because she was cold due to the severe lack of sleep. Although she had a pale complexion, she looked ghostly white, dark circles under her eyes showing she hadn’t slept. Iris did not look healthy, not at all and she felt a bag of nerves at the idea of talking to Cas.
“We should, but it’s quite tight with security. It’s a miracle we managed to get out once, so they probably know we have a hacker.” Ethan shrugged as he turned away from Iris, it was hard not be angry with her and now she was backing away from the original plan. Rubbing his temples, he was tired himself, he had been on the run and been through part of the interrogation process which wasn’t easy. “Just… don’t get us caught. You don’t want to know what they do down there.”
“What happened?”
“… No. Don’t worry about it.”
“Ethan…” Grimacing Iris rubbed her arm watching him wander around the room, it hurt. She didn’t know what she could do to help, it had all become one big mess and a part of her wanted to be on her own away from everything and everyone. That won’t happen. How can I leave without it being weird? Plus, Cas is always with me because of my memories so it would be weird… what if Cas finds out? Will he hate me? Biting her lip as she couldn’t help but think on these things even though Ethan was stood right there, and he was meant to be her boyfriend.
“Do you hear that?” Whispering as Ethan turned his head hearing voices approach the room.
“Oh no!” Panicking as Iris got to her feet, she looked around the room wondering where best for him to hide. “You need to hide! Quickly!” Whispering she ushered Ethan to hurry up as he moved trying to find a good place to hide so he wouldn’t be seen or heard.
Oh crap, that’s Cas… who is he with. They don’t sound happy. Shaking slightly, she glanced around the room for anything out of place, worried that something would look off but that was because she was paranoid.
“Iris, just… don’t panic. You can ramble a lot when nervous.” Whispering his last words before he hid inside one of the wardrobes, a part of him felt this was a stupid place to hide but they had no reason to look for anyone in her room. His own heart was racing, and he could feel the adrenaline, whilst curling up in the wardrobe he made sure he kept quiet. Hands balled into fists in case he had to spring into action and make some daring escape with Iris.
Raking fingers through her hair trying to neaten it she moved sitting back on the bed making it look as if she had just woken up. Iris found herself questioning everything she was doing and if it looked natural. Glancing down at her hands she could see herself shaking slightly, partly because she was scared, and another part was because she was cold due to the severe lack of sleep. Although she had a pale complexion, she looked ghostly white, dark circles under her eyes showing she hadn’t slept. Iris did not look healthy, not at all and she felt a bag of nerves at the idea of talking to Cas.
He really does!
Poor Iris I don't think she's ready for such questioning, I can see more tears Haha. It only pushes Ethans arguement more xD
I can't wait to reply! I'll try to fit one in tomorrow at some point if I can!
Thank you! I'm super excited!!
Poor Iris I don't think she's ready for such questioning, I can see more tears Haha. It only pushes Ethans arguement more xD
I can't wait to reply! I'll try to fit one in tomorrow at some point if I can!
Thank you! I'm super excited!!
Very true! I'm just enjoying it so much! I've already started searching images for how Eorzia would look!
Jeeeeez Atlas scares me. I can only see Ethan being like see they are already questioning you.
Omg is he going to march into her room whilst Wthan has to hide?
Ohhh lovely! I hope you have a fabulous time! I'm resting in bed at the moment as early start tomorrow, but I had some fantastic news! I got a promotion at work today and start in Feb! Super excited
Omg is he going to march into her room whilst Wthan has to hide?
Ohhh lovely! I hope you have a fabulous time! I'm resting in bed at the moment as early start tomorrow, but I had some fantastic news! I got a promotion at work today and start in Feb! Super excited
Oooo exciting! I'll try to respinde before bed if you do!
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