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The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

What felt like hours of being dressed Elise was ready to appear at court, Atarah had ensured she looked her best and presentable. The woman had also reprimanded her about not sleeping which had irked her, but somehow it felt like it came from a kind place which added to her confusion. The dress felt tight but maybe she needed it to be slightly uncomfortable to keep her alert during the day, she could not make a wrong move whilst in court. If she opened her mouth and said the wrong thing it would only cause more unrest and punishment for her and her men. It’s not just my life here.

Glancing back at the Silver Tower a part of her wished she could just return to her room, perhaps hide there? Maybe I can say I am under the weather? It was a long ride after all. I haven’t slept… no. Don’t be such a coward, he would love that if I hid away like I was the dirt in this place. Nodding to herself she continued to follow her escorts who had shown her the way, Treville was already there amongst the people which was best as having her own guard walk behind her all the time could show disrespect. Things she now had to consider whilst finally here and under everyones scrutiny.

“Now, you are to wait here until you are announced.” Tutting slightly as Atarah tucked a piece of the Princesses hair back into its place, she had done a respectful and elegant updo which left a few blonde strands to shape her face. “Your hair is most stubborn.” Shaking her head as she sighed to herself, “I will be inside with the other two ladies you met this morning, Flora and Ida, they will be by your side and will help you with names should you forget. If you are in a dire situation excuse yourself and I will follow and try to help.”

“I uh… thank you.” A genuine smile graced her lips at how helpful this Formori woman was to her, she had honestly thought the people that would be in charge of her care would be different but Atarah had been genuinely helpful since arriving. What if that is the plan though? To gain my trust through kindness. Blue eyes snapped back to Atarah who had entered the hall leaving her outside to wait her turn, anger bubbling slightly as she began to assume it was some sort of trap.

“PRINCESS ELISE HYDEALYN OF EORZIA.”

Taking a moment to compose herself and calm the rage that had surfaced she stepped forward and entered the room as the herald announced her like Atarah had said he would. The hall itself was full of important people and she felt all eyes on her, but she did not crack. Instead she held her head high and walked proud with a soft smile on her face showing outwardly that she was happy to be here regardless of her true feelings. The sea of people parted for her as she walked but she kept her gaze in front of her, on Ozragad who was at the throne.

Regardless of her fatigue or the way she felt this was important, Atarah had done wonders with dressing her and had even lessened the dark circles under her eyes so hopefully no one knew of her exhaustion. She could not show weakness, not whilst within what she would call a lions den. She could hear each step she took, feel the tiles beneath her shoes as she walked up to the throne. Don’t hesitate, don’t do it. Just bow. As if urging herself forward reminding herself that she could not be stubborn here she had finally reached the foot of the throne and bowed her lowest yet without hesitation to King Ozragad.

“Your highness.”

The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

Lmfao!! I was thinking the same!!

I was like damn all these names to remember! And they aren't simple ones either xD

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Oh gosh! But it will all be worth it I'm sure!

From the 10th of Feb I start my new role so I may have to slow down myself!!

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

It was hard not to be nervous around the King, he was stern and quite fearsome something she personally did not want to be on the bad side of. Glancing over at Cas she could see him move inside and lean against the wall which meant he was not taking part in whatever his father wanted from her. Grimacing at his words when he commented on the fact, she looked tired she did not know how to answer that, she hadn’t slept but that was the least of her worries right now. Especially with Ethan hidden in the room and one wrong move would no doubt have her thrown into the cells.

Moving to the sofa she sat herself down placing her hands in her lap as she looked over the King, he was confident in his words. She had never heard a hint of doubt leave his lips, but that had to be due to the fact he was a well experienced monarch. The confidence in his voice however only made her feel far inferior and added to the wave of nerves she was already feeling. He probably suspects me, well. It is me. He was right about me all along, he was right to have his suspicions.

Hearing his next words only confirmed her doubts, he did suspect her. Frowning as she looked down at her hands, she felt her shoulders slump, that was an answer she could not give him. It was also something she did not know, as much as Ethan had explained a few things not every memory of hers had returned so she wasn’t exactly lying to him. “I wish I could tell you that, I had hoped to regain more, offer more information as to who I am but… I don’t know.” Her voice sounded defeated, as if she had beaten herself up over her memories which was partly true as most of the night, she had beaten herself up over finding out her true purpose here.

“That’s probably not something you wanted to hear either.” Considering the current circumstances. “I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who my family are, and it scares me.” Touching her head, she inwardly sighed, unsure on if she was helping matters or not but she couldn’t give him any answers not without giving herself up and breaking a few hearts along the way.

The only reason this has happened was because Ethan came looking for me, what would have happened had he not? There was a part that wondered ad no one come to find her would she be blissfully unaware. Would she be spending her time with Cas like nothing was wrong? No, his father is cautious, I’ll always be suspected until he can prove my identity. I’m on borrowed time. I need to leave.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Yikes! Four more projects!! That will keep you busy for sure!

No worries! Just post as and when you can :3

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Yay!! I hope class goes well!

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Glancing over at where Ethan had chosen to hide himself, she felt incredibly anxious, how was she going to play this charade? You’re going to have to think of something. Grimacing slightly as she rubbed her arm, the nerves were going to eat her alive and the idea of Cas finding out, breaking his heart only added to the pressure she was beginning to feel in the room. She could hear the voices just outside of her door and she bit her lip, she wasn’t the most presentable, but she could play it off as if she had just woken up.

Wincing as she heard the pounds on the door, she felt her body tremble, she had heard his voice. The King and he was quite frightening. Flashes of their previous dinner reminded her that he could be quite ruthless when needed. Do not give him any reason to suspect you, you are just a girl with amnesia.

Moving to the door quickly she exhaled a breath, trying to compose herself as she opened it wide allowing passage for the King and Caspain. Taking a few steps back she bowed her head respectfully cringing at the twinge in her leg for moving so fast as it had not fully healed just yet. “Your highness… ah..” Looking up she smiled slightly before glancing at the bed, “Forgive me, I was not expecting visitors so early… I…” Her hands began to fiddle as she looked confused, apologising for the fact she wasn’t entirely dressed for the day. She was decent of course but her fingers moved to her hair smoothing it out a bit more, she could feel the fatigue, but she had to pay attention, she could not mess up.

What do I say? Do I just let it be quiet? I shouldn’t address him without having reason, too right? Thoughts ran through her head and she averted her gaze to the floor respectfully, focusing on the carpet. Dark circles were evident under her eyes, her usual complexion paler than usual and it didn’t look as if she was to well. The events of everything had taken its toll on her but she could use it to her advantage, tell them she was under the weather and concerned after the attack because she knew nothing of these rebels.

Don’t even look at where Ethan is hiding, act normal. You will be fine. Although a horrifying thought had crossed her mind. What if they have me interrogated? Ethan mentioned them… mentioned their unorthodox ways. He wouldn’t speak of it fully, but I can only imagine it’s horrible. Stop it Iris! Stop thinking these thoughts. You have nothing to worry about. They don’t know you have some of your memories yet, they will never know. Get through this and maybe it’s your chance to get out… She felt a pang in her heart, leaving meant saying goodbye to Caspain. It would be for the best… right?

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Haha I bet! I'm working on something now! This is super exciting :3

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Man is Atlas scary haha. Bless Cas though trying his hardest!!

The Arrangement [Suki & Kassarock]

Watching the Kings Steward she was curious about him, he reminded her of Rochefort. Her father’s advisor and most trusted of the King which meant that Manawyndan was similar in that regard to the King here. Nodding her head as he spoke, she turned to Treville who seemed to relax a little more now they were safely past the gates and at the palace. “Thank you, we look forward to being able to rest.”

Nodding to Treville who signalled for his men to follow she turned to the two soldiers who would lead her to where she was staying. It was a relief to know she could rest in private, away from prying eyes. Well, I will be watched. Let’s face it. Frowning slightly as she walked trying not to ponder on the fact that she was no longer free. It hadn’t taken them long to reach the Silver Tower that was being used for her stay, well. It’s not really a stay is it? Is this where I am to stay forever?

“Your highness.”

“What now Treville, more encouraging words? Or are we to discuss more about my impending marriage and role in life once more?” Snapping her words at Treville as she stopped in one of the halls glancing back at him, the rest of the men had been shown to rooms they could use and it was just them two plus one of the soldiers that was showing them around until the seneschal had been sent over.

Taking a step back Treville looked from Elise to the soldier, eyes expressing his clear distrust to her speaking out in front of one of the Kings subjects. “You’re not helping matters.”

“Oh please.” Scoffing she looked at the soldier who had escorted them here and already knew that Treville was suggesting not to outwardly show her dislike in front of them. “What’s the worst that can happen? The people here already wish for my death, the King knows of my dislike on this arrangement. This is all information he already knows; he is not stupid and if for one minute you think he is oblivious to all of this that will be your death Treville.” Turning on her heel she waved him away like he was nothing, infuriated by his words as she moved into the room the soldier was stood by assuming it was for her. Slamming the door behind her she felt her body shake with anger as she stood in the middle of the room trying to regain her composure.

It was only then she took in the sight of her room, lavish red curtains adorned the windows. A magnificent four poster bed sat against a wall adorned with art. Bedding covered with fine silk that looked ever so inviting, embellished wooden furniture with some sort of fine metal and a door which no doubt led to a bathroom. The floors were crafted with fine wood and she caught site of a soft rug by the bed, it was only now that Elise started to feel alone in this place. Trapped with nowhere to run or hide. Turning to look at the window there was a bay bumped out allowing a person to sit there to look out of it, red velvet cushions were placed at either end of the window sill and a black fabric covered the nook to give comfort for whomever was to sit at this window.

Closing her eyes, she felt a tear slide down her cheek, her hand raised wiping it away like it was nothing. I can’t let my emotions get the better of me. Even with her words she felt more tears and without realising she fell to her knees in the middle of her room and began to cry. As much as Elise had kept most of her composure the last part of the ride had scared her, it reminded her just how powerless she was in all of this. She had been powerless to fight against her father in his decision to unite the Kingdoms and as much as she showed confidence against King Ozragad she was ultimately at his mercy, powerless against him. It was a moment of weakness, now alone in her room she was free to show it without fear of anyone finding out she was weak and scared.

Placing her head in her hands she sighed heavily, dragging her fingers down her cheeks before looking up after having spent quite the few moments crying. Pushing herself to her feet she heard a knock at the door and frowned, making sure her face was dry of tears she used her fingers to comb her hair to make sure she was still presentable. “Come in.” Calling out she turned her gaze to the door unsettled on what could happen next.

“Your highness.” An older Formori woman herself entered bowing her head respectfully holding a plater of food, moving inside fully she placed the platter on the table before turning to the Princess smiling. “I am here to assist you; I am one of the ladies who will be ensuring your stay is satisfactory and you are well kept for.” Looking up and down at the Princess she glanced at the platter of food, she was a woman with plenty of experience and had tended to many nobles and even she could tell the Princess was unsettled. If she right in her thoughts she was certain the Princess had been crying.

“Ah… thank you. Might I ask your name?” Smiling slightly Elise looked at the woman, she had a sense of kindness about her and it was oddly relaxing.

“Atarah.”

“That’s a lovely name. Thank you Atarah.” Glancing down at the platter of food she could see an array of cheese, cold meats and other nibbles. There was also a range of fruit should she not want any of the selection on the platter. “I apologise, I do not want to sound rude, but I’m not really hungry. I’d quite like to just get some rest. If that’s okay.”

“Of course, your highness, I shall be here in the morning to help you dress for tomorrows event. Ensure you get plenty of rest.” Atarah bowed her head before moving to the door, “Do you require anything else?” Upon seeing the shake of the Princesses head, she smiled and bowed out of the room signalling one of the guards to keep an eye on the door for the night. It wasn’t just to ensure that the Princess stayed in her room, but to also keep anyone else out of it for her protection during the unrest of their people.

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The night had passed, and it was not a peaceful one for Elise, although she had settled herself into the expensive bed that had lavish covers it did not encourage sleep. Throughout the night she had tossed and turned in the bed, listened out for every sound in case someone was out to kill her. Even though her men were staying close and Treville regardless of her snapping at him would ensure her safety she was still highly unsettled in this new setting. Sleep was not her friend, not tonight and she doubted it would be for a while until exhaustion consumed her.

Sitting up bolt right in the bed when she heard the door open her eyes snapped to whomever had entered, but she felt herself relax more seeing Atarah move inside.

“Good morning your highness, I am here to get you ready for todays events. I have the other chambermaids preparing your breakfast and they will assist us this morning.” Atarah smiled as she opened up the curtains looking over at the Princess, “Did you get much sleep?”

“Ah…” Rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah…” Frowning as she shook her head, she moved herself from the bed standing herself up looking over at Atarah who was placing down a gown on the table. It was a fine dress, a dark red colour with black lacing that adorned the rim and the bodice of the dress. “Is this what I am to wear?”

“Of course, it is a fine gown that is customary to our people. I didn’t see much of your belongings sent with you, so I thought it best I arranged for clothing. It would be wise to wear something of our culture; it might help the unrest.” Atarah smiled as she signalled for two of the ladies at the door to enter the room. One bringing a selection of fruits on a platter which was tempting as she was quite hungry having not eaten much yesterday. The other was holding a tankard of something drink.