Nice! I'm interested to see what kind of person she is cx
Meanwhile, Crow is realizing that Albin might not have given up on his plan just yet ^^;
Meanwhile, Crow is realizing that Albin might not have given up on his plan just yet ^^;
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The council room was already buzzing with voices by the time Crow arrived. The same noblemen he had seen the last time he’d been invited to one of his father’s meetings were seated around the long table, speaking amongst one another while the king reviewed a set of documents with his advisor at the head. Caught up in their conversations, no one seemed to pay the viceroy any mind as he slipped past them to take the open chair at Albin’s left side. Except for Adam Fischbach, that was. The blonde man narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the former thief, likely still bitter about the fact that a peasant had taken the position he’d been grooming his son to fill.
Crow avoided his gaze as he took his place at the table, more interested in the food that had been laid out for them to eat than the irritable baron’s cold looks. He plucked a roll of bread from the feast and tore off a piece that he stuck into his mouth. There was no one in the room that he really wanted to talk to, so he kept to himself, deciding to pass the time by filling his empty stomach.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Albin, who had taken notice of his arrival, casted his son a nod of acknowledgment.
Crow glanced at him and swallowed the food in his mouth. The usual warm glow had fled from his father’s face, replaced with a look of seriousness that made his presence feel heavy in the room. The king was definitely unhappy about the interruption to his plans.
“If that’s everyone, we can begin,” Albin rose from his chair. Immediately, the chatter of the other noblemen died like a strangled rat, and they turned toward their monarch expectantly. Meanwhile, Crow’s eyes swept discreetly over their faces. He had felt out of place at the last meeting, but this was on a completely different level. All around him were men who had far more knowledge and experience in handling the complexities of warfare, and who all probably had an opinion about the steps the king should take next. It was hard not to feel intimidated by the grave air that hung in the chamber.
“I’m sure you all know why you’re here,” his father’s imposing voice drew the viceroy from his thoughts. He looked up with the others as the king went on, “It appears that the rest of the kingdom is not as enthusiastic about our treaty with the Kingdom of Gorm as I had thought they were. This,” he dropped the stack of signed papers that Penelope had given to him onto the stone surface, “is a petition entreating me to consider an alternative solution. Three hundred and forty-seven voices as high ranking as some of you in this very room have spoken in favor of peace with our neighbor, Younis. I was unaware how unpopular my decision had been among you.”
A deathly quiet fell over the council as Albin paused. Crow felt a chill creep up his spine, suddenly anxious that his father would react in anger to the people who had risen against him. However, the tension was broken as a smile graced the king’s features. “I am your ruler, but I am a fair man,” he assured them firmly. “If my people are so distraught by this war that they would go to lengths such as this to cry for peace, then I will hear them out.
“What I would like from you now, men of the court, is your input. I am aware that some of you are in support of seeking a treaty with the Younisians, but not all of your names are on this list. If you have any reason why you believe we should hold fast to the plan to send Collin to Gorm, this is your last chance to speak. I will make my decision at the end of this meeting, and we will move forward with whatever that decision may be.”
Crow shifted his weight in his seat. He couldn’t tell if his father was actually trying to be fair or if he was just searching for an excuse to cling to the plan he’d already made. Either way, it felt like everything was coming to a point, and he had no say over the outcome. He just hoped the debate between the other council members and the signatures on the petition would be compelling enough to keep the monarch from changing his mind about seeking a peace agreement with Younis.
Crow avoided his gaze as he took his place at the table, more interested in the food that had been laid out for them to eat than the irritable baron’s cold looks. He plucked a roll of bread from the feast and tore off a piece that he stuck into his mouth. There was no one in the room that he really wanted to talk to, so he kept to himself, deciding to pass the time by filling his empty stomach.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Albin, who had taken notice of his arrival, casted his son a nod of acknowledgment.
Crow glanced at him and swallowed the food in his mouth. The usual warm glow had fled from his father’s face, replaced with a look of seriousness that made his presence feel heavy in the room. The king was definitely unhappy about the interruption to his plans.
“If that’s everyone, we can begin,” Albin rose from his chair. Immediately, the chatter of the other noblemen died like a strangled rat, and they turned toward their monarch expectantly. Meanwhile, Crow’s eyes swept discreetly over their faces. He had felt out of place at the last meeting, but this was on a completely different level. All around him were men who had far more knowledge and experience in handling the complexities of warfare, and who all probably had an opinion about the steps the king should take next. It was hard not to feel intimidated by the grave air that hung in the chamber.
“I’m sure you all know why you’re here,” his father’s imposing voice drew the viceroy from his thoughts. He looked up with the others as the king went on, “It appears that the rest of the kingdom is not as enthusiastic about our treaty with the Kingdom of Gorm as I had thought they were. This,” he dropped the stack of signed papers that Penelope had given to him onto the stone surface, “is a petition entreating me to consider an alternative solution. Three hundred and forty-seven voices as high ranking as some of you in this very room have spoken in favor of peace with our neighbor, Younis. I was unaware how unpopular my decision had been among you.”
A deathly quiet fell over the council as Albin paused. Crow felt a chill creep up his spine, suddenly anxious that his father would react in anger to the people who had risen against him. However, the tension was broken as a smile graced the king’s features. “I am your ruler, but I am a fair man,” he assured them firmly. “If my people are so distraught by this war that they would go to lengths such as this to cry for peace, then I will hear them out.
“What I would like from you now, men of the court, is your input. I am aware that some of you are in support of seeking a treaty with the Younisians, but not all of your names are on this list. If you have any reason why you believe we should hold fast to the plan to send Collin to Gorm, this is your last chance to speak. I will make my decision at the end of this meeting, and we will move forward with whatever that decision may be.”
Crow shifted his weight in his seat. He couldn’t tell if his father was actually trying to be fair or if he was just searching for an excuse to cling to the plan he’d already made. Either way, it felt like everything was coming to a point, and he had no say over the outcome. He just hoped the debate between the other council members and the signatures on the petition would be compelling enough to keep the monarch from changing his mind about seeking a peace agreement with Younis.
That’s okay! And yes, I’m still around for this ^^
His day was kickstarted really fast xD
“Goodnight,” Crow returned the farewell as Penelope split off from him and his sister. With another yawn, he turned to Naida. “Ready?”
“’m not that drunk anymore…” the princess protested grumpily, though the viceroy could see that she was swaying on her feet.
“Right,” he rolled his eyes, stepping over to her side to wrap an arm around her middle so that she could brace herself against his side. “Come on, tipsy. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Fine,” she caved, stumbling alongside him as they headed up the stairs.
Crow walked at a slow pace on his way to Naida’s bedchamber, careful to make sure she would be able to keep up with him without falling. The knights they passed casted him tense looks, no doubt sharing in the suspicion that Kane had accused him of at the tavern. It frustrated him that the other nobles in the castle seemed to have labeled him as a scoundrel who took advantage of women, but, too tired to argue about it with men whom he knew didn’t value his word, he pointedly avoided their leery gazes in the corridors.
When he reached the princess’s room, one of the guards held the door for them to pass through and kept it open cautiously as the viceroy helped his intoxicated sister into bed. He murmured a brief goodbye to her and exited the bedchamber without dawdling, concerned that the watchful man would take any delay as a threat to the royal and preemptively jump to her defense.
Only when he returned to his own room alone did the tension on the third floor finally dissipate. He changed into the linen nightclothes that Preston had left on his bed and crawled tiredly underneath the warm blankets. The end of the night had been hectic, but the rest of it had been one of the best he’d had in a long time. John had given him permission to court Penelope, Albin had been impressed with his studies, and he’d had a chance to practice his archery for the first time in months. Overall, he felt like he was finally coming into his own in the inner kingdom, and he hoped the next day would only be better.
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The following morning, Crow was awoken by the sound of his door opening and closing followed by the sound of his attendant’s voice speaking his name. “Collin,” Preston stepped over to the bedside with a frown. “You need to get up. The king is calling his council this morning, and you have to be there.”
The viceroy groaned and buried his head underneath his pillow. “Already?” he groused. “I haven’t even had breakfast.”
“Breakfast will be served during the meeting,” the servant explained simply. “I’ve let you sleep as long as I can, but the other men are already gathering. If you don’t join them right away, His Majesty will be displeased.”
“It’s too early for this,” Crow complained into his pillow. He laid still for a moment longer before he reluctantly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Through the window, he could see that it wasn’t actually as early as he’d thought, but he still hadn’t gotten to doze as long as he’d wanted to. He hoped the meeting would be concluded quickly, so he could fit in a nap later in the day.
Preston selected a set of clothes for him to wear and attempted to help the viceroy clean up his bedhead, though he didn’t get very far before Crow snatched the comb from his hand to do the work himself. As soon as he was deemed presentable enough for the other high-ranking noblemen, he headed tiredly down the hall to join everyone else in the king’s council chamber.
“’m not that drunk anymore…” the princess protested grumpily, though the viceroy could see that she was swaying on her feet.
“Right,” he rolled his eyes, stepping over to her side to wrap an arm around her middle so that she could brace herself against his side. “Come on, tipsy. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Fine,” she caved, stumbling alongside him as they headed up the stairs.
Crow walked at a slow pace on his way to Naida’s bedchamber, careful to make sure she would be able to keep up with him without falling. The knights they passed casted him tense looks, no doubt sharing in the suspicion that Kane had accused him of at the tavern. It frustrated him that the other nobles in the castle seemed to have labeled him as a scoundrel who took advantage of women, but, too tired to argue about it with men whom he knew didn’t value his word, he pointedly avoided their leery gazes in the corridors.
When he reached the princess’s room, one of the guards held the door for them to pass through and kept it open cautiously as the viceroy helped his intoxicated sister into bed. He murmured a brief goodbye to her and exited the bedchamber without dawdling, concerned that the watchful man would take any delay as a threat to the royal and preemptively jump to her defense.
Only when he returned to his own room alone did the tension on the third floor finally dissipate. He changed into the linen nightclothes that Preston had left on his bed and crawled tiredly underneath the warm blankets. The end of the night had been hectic, but the rest of it had been one of the best he’d had in a long time. John had given him permission to court Penelope, Albin had been impressed with his studies, and he’d had a chance to practice his archery for the first time in months. Overall, he felt like he was finally coming into his own in the inner kingdom, and he hoped the next day would only be better.
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The following morning, Crow was awoken by the sound of his door opening and closing followed by the sound of his attendant’s voice speaking his name. “Collin,” Preston stepped over to the bedside with a frown. “You need to get up. The king is calling his council this morning, and you have to be there.”
The viceroy groaned and buried his head underneath his pillow. “Already?” he groused. “I haven’t even had breakfast.”
“Breakfast will be served during the meeting,” the servant explained simply. “I’ve let you sleep as long as I can, but the other men are already gathering. If you don’t join them right away, His Majesty will be displeased.”
“It’s too early for this,” Crow complained into his pillow. He laid still for a moment longer before he reluctantly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Through the window, he could see that it wasn’t actually as early as he’d thought, but he still hadn’t gotten to doze as long as he’d wanted to. He hoped the meeting would be concluded quickly, so he could fit in a nap later in the day.
Preston selected a set of clothes for him to wear and attempted to help the viceroy clean up his bedhead, though he didn’t get very far before Crow snatched the comb from his hand to do the work himself. As soon as he was deemed presentable enough for the other high-ranking noblemen, he headed tiredly down the hall to join everyone else in the king’s council chamber.
Crow is gonna have a long day tomorrow ^^; He's gonna have to sit through the council meeting that Albin will call about making peace with Younis
With nothing left to add to the conversation, Crow lapsed into silence for the rest of the walk back, his thoughts wandering to how he would deal with his father over the next few days. Albin had been set on his plan to negotiate with Gorm, so he probably wouldn’t be in a good mood now that he had to start over from scratch. There was going to be at least one meeting to discuss the changes, if not more if a solution couldn’t be agreed upon quickly by the council members. The viceroy knitted his brows, perplexed as he pondered when he would be able to bring up his intentions to court Penelope without being shut down on the spot. Until things settled down again, discussing that subject with the king was going to be tricky.
Eventually, they reached the large, iron gates that curtained off the palace courtyard, and Crow yawned, worn down from the long day. He looked forward to curling up on his soft mattress to sleep that night. With any luck, all the exercise he’d gotten earlier would stave off his nightmares as well. He needed as much rest as he could get before he faced his father about the war and his love interest.
“Me too,” he mumbled as they passed through the opening in the barrier. “I can’t stop thinking about my pillow.”
Trudging through the steadily accumulating snow, the viceroy pulled ahead of the knights again when they approached the entrance to the castle. He climbed the steps and waited for the night guards to open the oversized doors, silently marveling at the men’s fortitude to stand outside in such brutal weather. As soon as the path was clear, he led the way inside the foyer.
“Warmth at last,” he sighed in relief, lowering his frosted hood from his head. As peaceful as the winter night had been, he was glad to have escaped the cold that came with it. He kicked the toe of his boots against the stone floor and shook the snow from his clothing. “I should take Naida back to her bedchamber, since our rooms are close together,” he said decidedly, looking up at Penelope once his cloak was free of ice. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love. Get plenty of sleep.”
Eventually, they reached the large, iron gates that curtained off the palace courtyard, and Crow yawned, worn down from the long day. He looked forward to curling up on his soft mattress to sleep that night. With any luck, all the exercise he’d gotten earlier would stave off his nightmares as well. He needed as much rest as he could get before he faced his father about the war and his love interest.
“Me too,” he mumbled as they passed through the opening in the barrier. “I can’t stop thinking about my pillow.”
Trudging through the steadily accumulating snow, the viceroy pulled ahead of the knights again when they approached the entrance to the castle. He climbed the steps and waited for the night guards to open the oversized doors, silently marveling at the men’s fortitude to stand outside in such brutal weather. As soon as the path was clear, he led the way inside the foyer.
“Warmth at last,” he sighed in relief, lowering his frosted hood from his head. As peaceful as the winter night had been, he was glad to have escaped the cold that came with it. He kicked the toe of his boots against the stone floor and shook the snow from his clothing. “I should take Naida back to her bedchamber, since our rooms are close together,” he said decidedly, looking up at Penelope once his cloak was free of ice. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love. Get plenty of sleep.”
She's too intoxicated to understand what happened anyway xD
Crow walked a pace ahead of Penelope and Naida as they began the walk back to the castle, letting his gaze roam absently over the citadel while the two knight talked. He had been adapting to noble life since the day he’d accepted the title of viceroy by his father, but sometimes it struck him just how different things really were. Usually, when he left a tavern, he was surrounded by forested land and small, peasant houses. In the inner kingdom, massive manors and other impressive feats of architecture lined the cobbled streets. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by wealth. It was a stark change from the villages in which he’d grown up.
However, tonight the view didn’t make him as uneasy as it often did. The falling snow made the kingdom look tranquil, no matter which part of it he walked through. He enjoyed seeing the orange glow of lanterns through the fog as well as listening to the quietest silence that only winter could bring. It always amazed him just how much the world changed with a layer of snow and ice on top. He wondered if his companions in the outer villages were watching it right now too.
Catching the sound of quickened footsteps behind him, Crow turned to Penelope as she appeared at his side. She was soberer than she had been earlier, but he could see that she still had a slightly unsteady gait when she moved. “I’m sorry too,” he sighed visibly against the frigid air. “We were supposed to be celebrating your success at the party, and I completely lost sight of that.” Everyone else seemed to have done the same thing, but he could only apologize for his own actions, so he didn’t bring them up.
“You definitely look like you’re feeling better,” he nodded in agreement when she said the chaos had helped her recover from the cider she’d been drinking. His gaze swept over her face, taking in her green eyes and fair skin that had turned rosy in the cold. He wanted to tell her that she still looked beautiful even though she’d been ‘a bit of a mess,’ but unfortunately, they weren’t alone long enough for the compliment to leave his lips.
“Don’ leave me behind,” Naida whined, trotting clumsily up to the viceroy’s other side. “I know you two wanna kiss again, but save it fer later. ‘m still drunk!”
However, tonight the view didn’t make him as uneasy as it often did. The falling snow made the kingdom look tranquil, no matter which part of it he walked through. He enjoyed seeing the orange glow of lanterns through the fog as well as listening to the quietest silence that only winter could bring. It always amazed him just how much the world changed with a layer of snow and ice on top. He wondered if his companions in the outer villages were watching it right now too.
Catching the sound of quickened footsteps behind him, Crow turned to Penelope as she appeared at his side. She was soberer than she had been earlier, but he could see that she still had a slightly unsteady gait when she moved. “I’m sorry too,” he sighed visibly against the frigid air. “We were supposed to be celebrating your success at the party, and I completely lost sight of that.” Everyone else seemed to have done the same thing, but he could only apologize for his own actions, so he didn’t bring them up.
“You definitely look like you’re feeling better,” he nodded in agreement when she said the chaos had helped her recover from the cider she’d been drinking. His gaze swept over her face, taking in her green eyes and fair skin that had turned rosy in the cold. He wanted to tell her that she still looked beautiful even though she’d been ‘a bit of a mess,’ but unfortunately, they weren’t alone long enough for the compliment to leave his lips.
“Don’ leave me behind,” Naida whined, trotting clumsily up to the viceroy’s other side. “I know you two wanna kiss again, but save it fer later. ‘m still drunk!”
Yeah, he's not ready xD
Okay! I threw it in. I figured while they're hanging out at the park, Cas will get the notification that he needs to go back home to handle the situation with the rebels, and they'll leave from there ^^
Same! That's the hard part about living in North America. I only have a couple other countries I can visit without paying a stupid amount of money to fly across the pacific or the atlantic.
Okay! I threw it in. I figured while they're hanging out at the park, Cas will get the notification that he needs to go back home to handle the situation with the rebels, and they'll leave from there ^^
Same! That's the hard part about living in North America. I only have a couple other countries I can visit without paying a stupid amount of money to fly across the pacific or the atlantic.
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