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Kayeni winced. She had to go back to Faesia? She knew her punishment would be bad, but - now, this was one thing she didn't want to do. But she had to do it. Her father clearly had had enough. And while she still couldn't acknowledge all of this mess was on her, some of it most definitely, unavoidably was. And there was no circumventing it. Rather than protest, as she might have (and wanted to), she nodded briefly in acquiscience. "Yes, Father." There wasn't any way around it. The unspoken implication was quite clear indeed - get Nolian back here, or else. She left the throne room without looking back or displaying any crack in her shield that held her emotions back. She couldn't afford it, not anymore. It just wasn't an option. The only option was to just keep going. -- The Faesian castle, decked out in it's red and black, rose out of the dark clouds that had accompanied them throughout the entire journey. Personally, Kayeni hated it. The ground was soft and muddy, it had been raining for the past few days and a lot of the guards - thankfully, this wasn't Captain Johnston's squad - looked grumpy and wet. "Your highness? Are you alright?" The captain of this patrol gave her a questioning look. Kayeni had been acting... differently, over the past few days, and she knew it. More withdrawn, less open to talking to people. She'd even forgone asking for everyone's names in turn for just staying silent. Kayeni jerked, however. She hadn't realized she'd unconsciously come to a stop as the Faesian's stronghold came into view, and forced the rest of the guards to stop alongside her. "Yes, Captain. I'm fine." Kayeni's voice still had that slight bite to it, but - she was more apprehensive about the upcoming meeting with the Faesian royals yet again to really bother adjusting how much she put into it. Because she knew practically everything rested on her being able to get Nolian back. Her father's unspoken threat had hung over her for the entire journey - bring Nolian back with you, or else. There was no way around it. No more half-truth or technicality that could save her. If she failed in her job right now, she didn't want to learn about the consequences. |
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"Galcolian troops," the messenger relayed the information with a rather interested tone. "With the princess." Narishian sniffed idly and looked toward the window nearby, his hands behind his back. "... I didn't expect to see them back here, ever." Myrissa waved one hand from her spot on the throne. One leg crossed elegantly over the other as she looked back at the messenger. "Let them make their way here. We'll see what they have to say. After all, as much of a stick in the mud as King Josef is, that king isn't an idiot. He knows full well that we are more than prepared to go to war--and win." The queen lifted one hand up, resting her cheek in her nimble fingers. Her silvery eyes trailed the man as he dipped his head and left to return the message to the captains. "Prince?" The older red-headed man prompted quietly, touching Nolian's shoulder lightly, "are you okay?" The young man's faded blue eyes trailed over toward the window and then up toward Narishian's gaze. A small pit opened up in his stomach as he shook his head, tossing creamy blond hair. "What's wrong?" Narishian knelt down in front of his smaller throne, keeping the young man's hands in his own. "I..." he hesitated and shook his head, "I don't want to go back," Nolian finally whispered with a trembling tone. "I don't want to go back there, I don't want to see her--I know what they think of me." "Oh, my boy, my prince," Narishian shook his head, standing up to gather him into his arms again, "you won't be alone. I'm sending Captain Cyrus with you, he's a Messenger--which means no matter how far away he is, he can always send me a message--and I'll hear it." Nolian's arms slowly lifted up, embracing the man. "What about you?" "I will be here," Narishian responded gently. "But we will visit on occasion to discuss... treaties and the legal side of things. You don't have to worry about that," one hand ran through his hair, "just be strong, be yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Nolian's head lowered in a brief nod as he took his seat again as the guard mentioned that they were nearing the throne room. |
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Kayeni made sure not to show any of her feelings on her face. Here, the Faesian court would pounce on even the briefest weakness, especially after what happened last time. She couldn’t afford to make a single mistake - her father would most definitely not like it if she did. She was escorted, alongside the captain of the guard that had accompanied her - really, she should learn their names before she forgot - into the Faesian throne room. It looked practically the same as it had when she was shown into here a week or so ago. Red and black hung off everything, and the Queen still sat on her throne. With one major difference. This time, Nolian was here, and sitting on what looked like a slightly hastily improvised chair next to them. Grand, red, black - but still looking a bit hasty. Kayeni swallowed every single thought that arose in her at the sight of Nolian, being treated like this. Oh no, this was most definitely not what she would have thought might have occurred because he ran away. Nolian accidentally freezing over in some inn, she might have guessed. But being treated like a royal in the Faesian court? Now, that was something she didn’t expect. “Your majesty,” Kayeni said, bowing slightly. Awaiting what the queen might say to her being here so soon after she left. |
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Myrissa tipped her head in return. One of her hands reaching over to set on the top of Nolian's throne--a silent signal that she was claiming the young man in front of the Galcolian envoy. That was her heir and she was letting them know exactly and without any words. Narishian--in true Narishian fashion--stood at the other side of the thrones. He looked onward with no real emotion in his gaze--just emotionless. He seemed almost like a statue, aside from the fact that his blood red gaze swiveled around from side to side. Myrissa tilted her head to the side, regarding the princess for a long moment before she finally spoke. "I assume that you remember well the details of my last decree concerning Galcolia and its occupants," her voice held no real emotion for most of her sentence. It wasn't until she tipped her head forward that it changed. "I assume that, since you are here, you have come to rectify what was done wrong," Myrissa's voice lifted in the faintest hint of amusement and authority, "and accept my terms." She stated the last bit--mostly out of a show of her own power. The problem with Myrissa wasn't the fact that she was slightly unhinged, it wasn't that she had gained the throne by her own force and strength--it was the fact that the knew exactly how powerful she was and used it against others. Aside from Narishian--the only man and person who had gotten close enough to kill her. Not once, not twice--but five separate times. Instead, they formed an unlikely alliance and, now, of course, a blossoming romance. |
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