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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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You can describe it if you like? As its your castle, I honestly don't mind. I can describe her own castle in comparison to the room she's been given.

Oh gosh first ones are hard, I'm glad your friendmas was amazing though! Mine was okay, busy as I generally work over the period anyway but I had a few days off to enjoy with my partner :3
It seemed that Lady Cheldarine had spoken more than she intended as Elise caught the look upon her face and the covering of the mouth with her hand as if it would take back what had already been spilled. Elise was burning to know about this first wife, what had happened other than that she had died. Leaning forward as she pushed for more, listening intently as Lady Cheldarine was so close to telling her until it was ruined by the serving woman. Typical. Elise thought bitterly as she settled back into the chair nodding along to Lady Cheldarines words.

“Yes. I understand what you are saying. I wish I could have more input, but I’m still learning and meeting all these people myself.”

Elise slipped into the other conversation smoothly, it hadn’t been the first time she had to do something like this as that was often the case when in court. Conversations changed at the drop of a hat to hide anything they could have been discussing before.

“I’m sure you will choose a great match for your son. I know you’re rather proud of him.” Elise smiled as she picked up one of the cups to enjoy the warm herbal tea, after all they had requested for the tea, so she didn’t want to ignore it and look suspicious.

“I was wondering if you’d be willing to teach me sometime. You have a wealth of knowledge about your home here, I’d love to learn it myself, embrace the culture so maybe one day people can be proud of me.” Eyes flicked to her cup of tea as she blew off the steam from the top before taking a sip of the hot liquid, finding that as it ran down her throat it warmed her greatly. Elise hadn’t realised how cold she found herself to be lately, but the lack of sleep didn’t aid with that fact.

Just chatting idly Elise continued to sip her tea happy that she had acted quite naturally when the serving woman had arrived back, “Thank you Lady Cheldarine, for the visit. It’s most appreciated.” There was no hint of a lie in her voice as she was grateful to see the woman, she had been alone for quite a few days with no visitors and this had been a nice change of pace to her day. Even if it had been unexpected as she would not have been surprised if Ozragad left her to rot here, but the conversation had her thinking on just how important the peace was to that warlord.

Now with new information it was becoming difficult to know what the right option was anymore, should she just marry him? Let there be peace among the kingdoms as her happiness compared to thousands was just a small price to pay for that. Just because she was bound to him didn’t mean she had to be with him every day, she was sure she’d be allowed to o her own thing. When it was safe. Flashes of her arrival passed through her mind remembering just how much unrest to his people this was causing, there were people out here would kill her within a heartbeat.
Ohh no I like that! I think it would transition smoothly as she would probably look to seek him out after the chat she's just had with Cheldarine.

Then we could look to moving at the assassination attempt on one of them?
Noooo damn you!! Haha fiiiine I guess I'll have to wait :(

Did you have anything else we should write about? Or shall we move it on after the tea?
Finally got my own response! I forgot how angry Ethan can be, he is obsessed with the idea of bringing down Caspian.
Iris did not have a good night herself, after saying her goodbyes to Cas the food had not long arrived after and even though she had promised she would eat it and look after herself she found it hard to stomach the food because the worry and guilt. The feeling of them both was starting to eat her alive, the promises she was making to him but couldn’t keep and then the fact their call hadn’t gone how she expected it too. Iris knew she was a bad liar when it came to herself especially now as he was catching onto her tells, but she would have more than enough time to eat something and say she had, she couldn’t contact Cas until after ten in the evening the next day anyway.

The night had felt long, even though she knew she was safe here it didn’t make sleeping any easier. It didn’t ease the loneliness that she felt as she rested beneath the silk sheets, it didn’t stop her mind from racing and thinking various different scenarios and what ifs when it came to hers and Cas’ future. It was depressing as she was just coming to the conclusion that Cas was just going to be so much better off without her, that the only solution she was seeing was her disappearing back into the districts which meant more than likely running into Ethan. Someone that she had betrayed, and she was certain he would waste no time in hurting her and repaying her for every bit of damage that she caused.

As she fell into an uneasy sleep by morning, she had no energy so didn’t even leave the bed, instead she let herself fall in and out of a slumber as her thoughts continued to whirl around in her head of what to do, but every fibre in her being was telling her to just run away and hide back in the districts where she would cause no more harm.

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With news travelling fast about the demise of The King, Ethan had spent most of the night working towards a new plan, one that now focused on killing Caspian now. Previous plans to kill an ailing monarch was now thrown out the window, useless because they wouldn’t work on the new King. Caspian was in good health, he had to be after everything he had done to him as he was back behind the walls of the Capital. Protected. It would have been a surprise if they couldn’t fix the broken Prince with all the medical advancements and medicines, they had at there disposal. Heaving a sigh, he could feel the exhaustion catching up with him, but it meant nothing. Determination would see him through as he fixated on his plans.

“Ethan, you should eat something.” Thomas spoke softly as he entered the room holding a plate with a few slices of toast on it. He had managed to pull some more strings in getting a few bits of food for them all so they could at least eat something.

“This is personal Tom.”

“Look I know it’s personal, I know you need to see this through, but your father wouldn’t want you wasting away like this.” Thomas countered as he placed the few slices of toast onto the table covered with a thin piece of fabric.

“Don’t you dare speak of him.” Ethan spat as he snapped the pencil that he held between his fingers, eye darkened as all he wanted to forget was the fact the Capital had been the cause of his father’s death. That Prince Caspian was responsible for this and his harlot that had betrayed the rebellion.

“I’ve managed to get some more painkillers. For your eye.” Thomas moved inside the room as he sat down on one of the chairs watching Ethan carefully. No matter how much Ethan pushed him away or snapped at him he would stand by his childhood friend, keep him as sane as he could as even, he could see the cracks that were starting to form in Ethan.

“They will both pay. I know the easiest way to get to that Prince will be to get to that whore of his. The easiest way to get to her would be her best friend Maisie.” Ethan smiled to himself ignoring about the need for painkillers for his dead left eye that had been injured during the Prison fight. Gesturing over to Thomas so his friend could come look at the plans he had drawn up, vicious scribbles adorned the paper on his table and it was clear it was a jumble to look at without guidance.
Elise fell quiet again as she listened intently to what Laldy Cheldarine was telling her. This Zawylwe sounded like quite a dangerous person as she let her speak eager to learn about this country and its people even if they were out to harm her. “Sounds more like a beast than a man.” Unable to stop the words that left her mouth, eyes widened as she placed her hand over them embarrassed that she had allowed herself to speak before she had even thought it through. “Sorry… I really must learn to think before I speak. Not my strong point.”

Looking over to the door as she watched the other glance to it, she frowned knowing time must be running short, but she still had so many questions to ask and who knew when she would get a chance to speak with Lady Cheldarine in private again. The words left an uncomfortable silence as it was revealed just how much danger she would be in if this failed, her hand went to her throat touching the skin there as she could not help the dark thoughts cross it as she thought gravely on what they might do to someone like her.

It sent a shiver down her spine and she could say she was honestly fearful for what could happen to her here. It had been a surprise at first knowing this had not been a trap, after all most had assured her, she was being sent to her own death, but now the threat felt more real. “R-Right… no, of course. Just hypothetical.” Forcing a smile as she tried to pull herself away from the dark thoughts that had entered her mind. Nodding as the woman said it wouldn’t come to that, perhaps it wouldn’t and Ozragad would keep her safe especially if he was bound by the marriage treaty. It did guarantee her safety if she went through with it, if ill will happened on her death the war would continue, and nothing would change just a broken treaty to add to the reasons of their war.

“What?”

Elise couldn’t stop the shock on her features, she never knew about the first wife and that alone sprung so many more questions. “Brother-in-law...” Hesitating as she looked at the door herself before snapping her head back to Lady Cheldarine, “What happened to her?” She had to know, not just because of her burning curiosity but for the fact it would probably help in her own survival here. If Lady Cheldarine wouldn’t tell her would she even dare to ask King Ozragad? After a few of there interactions she knew how easily she could put her foot in it and asking about a first wife who she could assume was dead as she hadn’t seen or heard of the woman before would certainly earn her more discomfort here.
Hey no worries!

Ohhhh I'm already so excited about it though! Can't wait to learn about Ozragads first wife.
Merry Christmas!

No worries! Hope you have a wonderful holiday period especially with the current year haha :3

Elise kept herself seated as she began to listen to Lady Cheldarine tell her tale, that this Warlord King Ozragad was not as strong as he seemed. Somehow, she didn’t believe that for a second, but then maybe there was more to it than meets the eye. Frowning as she could see the hurt expression on the other womans face as she expressed views on the war. There was no denying this war had destroyed everything for both Kingdoms, Eorzia had seemingly faired better due to its larger land and riches they were able to keep people on the fields and reap the rewards of fresh crops. With their lands being much greener it meant that it didn’t need much tending too so when people did drop due to the war it didn’t leave too much of a lasting effect.

“I’m sorry.” It was an automatic response because she sympathised with the loss of the other womans husband. Though she could do nothing to make it right or any better she did like this woman as she had showed nothing but kindness towards her and it didn’t feel in any way forced. Thinking back on the journey here there hadn’t been much to look at and it was far different from what she expected, barely any sort of greenery and somewhat dark and dreary to most foreigners. Elise was beginning to understand why that was.

“It makes sense why he was more interested in gaining land more than the dowry that comes alongside marriage. I did not realise it was quite so bleak here. You’d never be able to tell, he doesn’t openly state this. It matters not, as much as I said I wouldn’t marry it’s not my choice. It is down to my father; my say means nothing back home.” Tradition back in Eorzia meant that she would be forced to marry whomever her father deemed fit. “It was simply an empty threat because I can’t control my own temper.”

Shaking her head, she rubbed her arms feeling an odd sense of guilt at her outburst earlier. Now learning much more in the short space of talking with Lady Cheldarine than she had in her whole time here. “I…” Hesitating slightly as she sighed, “I will try to make it work.” Admitting more to herself that she would end up marrying this Warlord whether she liked it or not, making it work would be the easier route.

“What do you mean once followed him?”

Furrowing her brow at the mention of Zakylwe, a name she didn’t know but she assumed it was someone who had been important in this Kingdom. “Is it because of the peace? Surely, they can see what this war has done? That it’s the best option whether short term or long term.” A part of her didn’t really expect their marriage to last, deep down she did fear he would have her killed off and pass it off as natural causes. It was probably her overreacting of course as she liked to think of worst case scenarios, leaning towards the negative rather than the positive.
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