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Author Topic: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse  (Read 644 times)

Description: Attn: Edward/Anthony/Godfrey/Waylend

Offline Emma Morgan

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the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« on: Oct 01, 18, 10:10:04 AM »
This thread takes place six hours after bind me with your secrets.


Summer 193 - Greystone Manor


She lived up to her word.

Right after her talk with Edward, Emma headed back to Greystone Manor, District Seat of Westwood, and addressed the cooks. She apologized for putting them out and then directed them that dinner for the rest of the Court was to be moved up an hour early, followed by a separate meal for six with libations included. The head chef agreed and Emma left them to their work, confident that they’d find a way to make magic. That completed, Emma returned to her office, sat down at her desk, and created the invitations.

She wrote Godfrey’s first, as he was her First Escort. She had no idea how he’d take all of this, but she believed that she could bring him around to her side of thinking. She’d practically done so already, with his agreement to arrange the meeting between herself and Gwennyn Webster. Edward was already in the know, which would annoy Bevan some. Bevan enjoyed that the secret had just been theirs up to this point, so including the rest of his bond brothers and the Master of the Guard would agitate him.

Then again, what didn’t agitate Bevan these days?

Waylend Deering was the hardest of the three to predict. Either he’d work with them or he wouldn’t, but if he wouldn’t, there had to be a plan in place. Anthony was hers. He would follow her lead and, better still, his family was an future asset. Each invitation asked them to meet for dinner at seven o’clock this evening if they were residence. Completing the missives, she handed them over to a courier and took some time unwind before dinner.

When Edward arrived to escort her to dinner, Emma had chosen a jet black evening dress with a plunging neckline that clung to her curves. She wore her hair down, letting it hang to the center of her back and smiled and extended her hands to greet him when he entered the room. His eyes raked over her slowly and Emma found herself appreciating his appreciation of her. She worried that his idea to tell the others everything would lead to disaster, but she’d agreed to his terms. Edward believed that, armed with the truth, they would rally around her and keep her Court the same. Emma had no wish to lose the power she’d fought to attain. She had no wish to be cast down and made into a memory of failure and mockery.

So she grasped her Steward’s hands tight in her own and locked eyes with him.

Whatever happens after tonight, Edward...I appreciate that you chose me. You knew and you still chose me.” Emma said. She couldn’t quite explain what that meant to her, so she took a moment to catch her breath before her composure crumbled to dust.

Let’s go and meet them.” Emma said, releasing his hands so that she could head for the door.

The banquet hall was empty now, save for those servants who’d set the places at the rounded table. Emma preferred this to the long table that would have put people on opposite sides. She wanted to see everyone, measure their expressions and the way they carried themselves to understand that their thoughts. Moreover, she wanted them to see her without difficulty. The cream-colored tablecloth was soft and spelled to resist any stain or spill. Dark plates and long-stem wine glasses sat next to cards naming the male who would sit there that evening.

When Emma arrived, the staff halted their work, but she waved for them to continue, moving to stand before the table. She and Edward had arrived first, but she knew the others would arrive quickly. Godfrey would be early to his own funeral, she knew him so well. Nervous energy made her stomach roil and she worried that she wouldn’t be able to keep anything down if she managed to eat this evening. She looked to Edward.

You’re certain this is a good idea?



Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #1 on: Oct 01, 18, 10:36:06 AM »
Emma was planning a dinner for her and hers?  He approved.  He approved so much, in fact, that he had taken an hour earlier in the day to ensure that the suit he chose would be appropriate for such an event.

He found his favorite purple tie, and pulled out the cufflinks that carried chips of his Green in their settings.  He groomed his beard, and his hair, and made sure nothing was out of place.

He was pressed, and tidy, and he knew full well that he could drop a woman with a smile at twenty paces in this outfit - but was it good enough for Emma?  He hoped so.  Narrowing his eyes one last time in his mirror, he twisted his ring around his finger in thought before turning on his heels to make his way to dinner.

He'd be early, of course, because that was just how Godfrey worked.  He despised being late - no matter that some people thought at times that being fashionably late was better.  He found punctuality to be one of the best impressions a being could make, and the idea of being even a few breaths tardy to something Emma had arranged bothered him.

Immensely.

Entering the room he found himself entirely unsurprised to see Emma already present; nor was he entirely surprised to see her with Edward.  Edward and Emma had become very close; as was appropriate, of course.  Still, it struck him as slightly odd that she'd had Edward escort her to the dinner she'd planned versus asking for her Escort to do so.

Regardless, he gave Emma one of his best smiles as he moved closer, reaching for her fingers to bring them to his lips and brush his mouth across the back of her hand.  "Emma, you look ravishing."

The way she moved, and breathed, and simply existed was breath taking.  Only once his eyes took in their fill of his Queen did he turn them towards Edward, smiling in welcome before extending his arm.  "Edward.  You look dapper yourself.  I take it that you and our Queen arranged all of this?"

Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #2 on: Nov 02, 18, 07:18:43 PM »
Rarely if ever had Edward questioned his caste as a Warlord. While it was not uncommon for others to comment that the Warlord bore the soul of a Prince, Edward himself had always pointed out that being organized and skilled at one's profession were not traits that Princes held the monopoly on. He had more than once thanked the Darkness that he had not been born with James' hunger. He envied neither the man nor his partners when the Rut came. Edward worked diligently to bleed off the excess energy that would lead to a Rut. He had made it to the age of 33 without ever having experiencing one. He would be happy to die not knowing the Rut's relentless drive.

But sitting at the table with his Queen and his bond brothers, Edward found he very much wished he could offer Emma the calm of a Queen's Touch. He had no way of knowing if that was a common desire among bound males: to sooth their Queens in times of distress as their Queens soothed them. Or tried. Emma fretted about what she felt were her failings in that area.

If only she understood how much her very presence meant to every man that would enter that room.

He brushed his fingers against the nape of her neck, resting his hand there in a possessive gesture for just a moment before letting his arm fall again to his side at the sight of Godfrey. He extended his own hand cordially, shaking the Prince's hand firmly before answering. "This is all our Queen's doing," he said, a slight smile curving his lips. "I am merely her servant in this and in all things."

Pulling her chair out for her, he motioned for Emma to sit down. *You are doing the right thing. All you have to do now is give them the chance to do the same.* The words brushed gently along his Queen's mind. Aloud he said, "Shall we sit down while we wait for the others?"

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #3 on: Nov 16, 18, 02:03:20 AM »
Emma favored Godfrey with a warm smile. She and Edward were spending more time together, but she would not, and could not, forget Godfrey’s presence in her life. He was her First Escort and there was a pull between them that Emma couldn’t deny or set aside, no matter what. She offered her hands to Godfrey, letting him greet her while she drank in the way that he looked at her. As the moments ticked by, Emma’s worry began to lessen. She was in the presence of the men who guaranteed her safety and supported her rule. Edward told her to trust them and they would trust and support her in return.

She would let the rest settle itself.

Thank you, Godfrey. You look handsome, as well.” she said, letting her fingertips brush against his palms before she released him. Bevan, Anthony, and Waylend had not yet arrived. The immediate worry that they wouldn’t attend sprang to mind, but she stuffed that thought down and buried it. They would attend. She could not say she would trust them and then doubt them at every turn. It was an impromptu dinner, so she couldn’t fault them if they needed to rearrange their schedules to meet her needs.

Certainly, we can sit and--

The door to the dining room opened and Bevan strolled in. The Warlord Prince’s eyes settled on her and he stalked forward. Emma took a step forward to meet him, holding out her hands to let him offer her tribute. Bevan extended his hands and inclined his head, flashing her a smile. His dark brown hair had been neatly trimmed and he’d shaved his beard, something he rarely did.

Good evening, Lady Emma. I hope I’m not late.” Bevan said, lifting her hand to his brush his lips against her knuckles. Emma returned the smile and then watched as Bevan stepped back and offered curt nods to Edward and Godfrey. Things between Emma and her first Bonded had been tense lately, but she was glad that he was here making the effort to get along with his bond-bond brothers.

No, you’re not, Bevan. You’re just in time to join us for a drink.” Emma said.



Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #4 on: Nov 19, 18, 04:51:23 PM »
Godfrey Craig was not one to hold a grudge... much.  And yet, as Bevan entered the room, he was very careful to ensure that his emotions did not leak.  Bevan tested Frey's temper on a regular basis - not because of jealousy on Frey's part, but because Bevan was jealous of all of Emma's Bonded.

Bonded which had multiplied in number.

Bevan, Godfrey was sure, was a bit too stupid to realize what that meant.  The Darkness did not grant so many Bonds without reason.  If Emma had this many Heart Bonds, then surely there was reason.  There must be something, some reason, that she needed so many protectors and loyal servants.

Being Cymrean in a land ruled by Dharo?  Well, that was likely reason enough.  Still, Frey couldn't shake the sensation that it had to be more.  So around Bevan, Frey was careful to keep his disapproval and violent urges tightly leashed.  He'd given his word to Emma that he was not going to antagonize or beat her First Bonded.. and damnit, he would do his best to live up to that promise.

Bevan simply didn't make it easy.

Lounging back in his chair a bit, he let his eyes soak in the sight of Emma.  His Emma, his Queen, the light of his life.  She was the perfect model of a female - and she was one he would never dream of keeping to himself.  Emma was Cymrea's Queen - and therein was the terrible irony.

If he thought it possible, he would ask her to marry him.  But it was not possible - even if she had wanted to, she couldn't devote herself to just him.  He, more than most, understood that.  She was the hope of their People - and so she must be available to her people in both fact and perception.

He pressed his fingers together, watching how Emma interacted with Edward and Bevan.  If he were pressed, he would admit that he was a little.. miffed.. with how much time Edward seemed to be Emma's Escort of late.  That was, after all, Frey's job; it was Frey's place to be at her side.  But in truth, he was glad that Edward was around. 

Edward seemed to have had an effect on their Queen that Frey had not been able to manage - a way of giving her a confidence that shined from inside her heart.  For that?  Well, Frey had at least one way to repay the man.

"Edward.  Have you tried the latest batch from Emma's distillery yet?"  Frey grinned, tipping his head to the side.  "Our Queen has a shark's taste for excellent business ventures, if you were to ask me.  Your hope that we'll have the best drink in all of Dharo, Emma?  I think you're going to accomplish it within the next season."

Offline Anthony Baelfor

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #5 on: Nov 25, 18, 10:18:47 AM »
It was almost hard to believe that he'd been with his Queen (his Queen - his Queen) for coming up on a year now. A year of being by her side, of tending her horses, of supporting her, of being able to catch her scent and make her smile. He still found himself amazed that he was here - that the days had folded into weeks and into months though somehow their meeting and that first ride on Loverboy together felt like it had just been yesterday.

Perhaps it was because he'd spent so many years dreaming and wishing and hoping - knowing deep in his soul of a future destiny - that it still shocked him that the future was now.

Anthony was in the stables when the missive reached him - calling for an exclusive dinner with his Lady and bond-brothers. A bright grin had unfolded across his lips as he read it over, and, lacking a particular Lady to lavish with affection and appreciation he'd instead kissed the courier sweetly on the cheek. The younger male, familiar with Anthony and his flirty and affectionate nature, just smiled and hurried off to attend to his other tasks.

Considering this had the feel of something special, Anthony took particular care getting ready that evening. He perhaps was not nearly as formal as some of the other men - but the effort was still clear. Nice dark gray slacks, a deep blue shirt chosen specifically for the way it complimented his eyes, and a gray and blue pinstriped vest made up the most of his ensemble. He wore no tie but rather left the top two buttons undone around his throat. His hair, naturally, had been washed and tousled so that the soft curls could fall effortlessly around his face. The grin he wore wrapped up the whole look nicely - and it only broadened as he entered the banquet hall and approached the round table where his bond-brothers and Queen were gathering.

"Hello beautifuls." He wouldn't exclude the men in the room in the endearment, as they were all almost as lovely and ravishing as their Lady. He went to her first though, his gaze lingered on her curves - the swell of her hips to the full bow of her lips. There was a tension in that favored curve, though, the one that could give the sound of a laugh or a sigh - and he instantly felt the urge to ease whatever worry was plaguing her.

He didn't press just now, though. Instead he stepped forward and took both of her hands in his, kissing them and winking up at her over her knuckles before tugging her a bit closer to kiss her cheek. If he perhaps took an extra moment to inhale her scent he was confident he wouldn't be judged. "Thanks for the invite, my Lady." Then he made himself give her up, step back, and grin at the other men - even Bevan. He really found the best way to deal with the other Warlord Prince's attitude was to smile at him. Despite what some may have worried when Emma had wrangled in another Warlord Prince, Anthony and Bevan hadn't clashed nearly as much as the other male did with some of the others. Maybe that was because they'd come to an unspoken understanding of being allies in service to their Lady. Or maybe it was just because Anthony wasn't really the sort of man to make an enemy when he could make a friend instead.

"And you lot," he said affectionately to the other men. "Shall we a drink?"

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #6 on: Dec 30, 18, 12:15:46 AM »
Emma’s heart was warmed by seeing her Bonded all in the same room. She drew strength from their presences, each of them important to her for different reasons. She’d called to them and they came to her, ready to hear her out. Edward told her to have faith in them and that they would reward that faith by standing by her. She hoped that would remain the case by the end of tonight. No matter what, though, she needed to know.

She smiled at Anthony as he swept and took her hands in his, kissing them. “You’re always welcome at my table, Anthony.” she said.

Turning her attention to everyone, Emma took a deep breath. “Yes, let’s have that drink. The distillery has a new offering that I’d like to share with you all before dinner, if you’ll indulge me. Let’s have a seat.

Emma would lead the way to the round table, allowing Godfrey to pull out her chair. She slid softly into her chair and got comfortable. Godfrey and Edward had spaces to her right and left sides respectively. Anthony was seated beside Godfrey and Bevan sat beside Edward, allowing to see all of her Bonded at once. A Hearth Witch wheeled an iron service into the dining room with bottles of flavored bourbon for the men to sample. Emma requested some of the pear bourbon, her personal favorite, and leaned back in her chair, growing more comfortable. She could do this.

Thank you, Godfrey, but if that’s true then you deserve at least some of the credit for convincing me to pursue the idea. I’m humbled by your faith in me.” she said, reaching out to touch her hand to his for a brief moment. She’d chosen well when she asked him to be her First Escort. Bevan desired the place in her Triangle, but the men she’d entrusted herself to performed to her liking.

She watched each man select his drink, noting what their choices said about them. Edward and Godfrey held the most poise and polish and were the most traveled of her Bonded. Between the two of them, Emma either had direct access to nearly every Court in Dharo. Bevan and Anthony were men of the people, each coming from big families who kept to Cymrea’s old ways. They both reminded her that no matter how high she rose, she still owed her loyalty to her people.

They kept her from becoming too Dharoan in her actions and thinking.

Once everyone had their drinks, Emma whispered to the Hearth Witch to bring in the first course.

Again, I want to thank you all for joining me tonight. I’ve brought us together so that we can discuss the future of Westwood District.” she said. She hated the name this District, the one given by the people who stole it from them centuries ago. It was meant to lessen them. Emma was sick of it.

Things have progressed well enough since I came to power, but they are nothing like they should be and that must change. That change starts today, in this room. It starts with us.” Emma said.

She fell silent as the servants returned with a vegetable soup. Emma waited until everyone was served before raising her spoon. She tried to determine who among them was the first to scan her food for poison or other harmful substances. Once she was certain that it was safe to eat, she did so.

The next hour or so found the group eating and enjoying each other’s company, but Emma did not return to her initial point straight away. The second course was rarebit, roasted cheese on toasted bread, and Emma enjoyed that one with a bit more relish. She clearly enjoyed food, though she never more than a bit of each course put in front of her. The main course was a cawl stew that Emma took her time with, letting the others guide the conversation.

It was only after the last of dinner had been cleared and Emma was enjoying a bit of coffee that she looked to the men at the table in turn. She sipped the coffee once more and bit the servants to leave them, then signaled for Edward to shield the room with his Sapphire.

I haven’t been completely forthright with all of you and, for that, I apologize. I should have trusted all of you with this at the start.” Emma said.

Bevan stilled in his seat, watching Emma quietly. He cleared his throat softly, but sipped his coffee in silence.

So that we’re all clear, Tegwen Llewellyn was not the right Queen for this District. She had no desire to fight for our people. I do. But she wouldn’t yield the seat unless she was pushed. So I pushed her out.” Emma said.

I had the Arinthorpe Letter created in order to weaken Tegwen’s rule by making sure that our people learned of it. Her grandmother’s illness was a stroke of luck in my favor. Their subsequent disappearance was something I arranged to happen. Now you all know the truth. I want you all to stand with me because Margaret Webster and her people will wipe us out the moment that they get the chance.” Emma said.

I won’t let that happen. But what I need to know now is this:

Who is still willing to serve?




Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #7 on: Jan 18, 19, 04:48:46 PM »
Emma was theirs for the evening.  There was something.. solidly pleasing about that.  True, he didn't have her to himself - but being only around the Bond Brothers and his Queen was relaxing.  Bit by bit, he was able to relax and let loose the tension. 

Between the bourbon and the food, he was charmed.  Sitting on her right let him have a good look at... well, everything.  Bevan, Anthony, and Edward as his Bond Brothers.  He felt relief at this.  Bevan and Anthony, as Warlord Princes both, would be excellent shield brothers in defending their Queen.  Edward had a calm head on his shoulders, and an excellent eye for detail.

Between all four of them, surely, they could be certain that Emma's goals and life were protected. 

It was when Emma brought up 'trusting' them all that he realized he shouldn't have relaxed as much as he should.  Was she going to reveal whatever secret occasionally put shadows in her eyes?  Was he finally going to know what he had to keep an eye out for?

His gaze swept across his Bond Brothers before he turned to look at her, and found himself floored by her revelation.  Emma had created the Arinthorpe letter?  His Emma?  His brow furrowed, mind racing back to when he'd first joined her Court.  Emma was more than ruthless enough to do as she claimed - he knew that.  He wasn't really all that surprised, he decided; Emma would do what she thought best for their people.

He just had concerns that what she thought best might result in worse down the line.  And that... that explained why the Darkness had seen fit to grant her Godfrey, he was sure.  Frey had the political acumen, the talent, to try to avoid long term fallout.

"You have my heart and soul, Emma, and you always will."  Godfrey set his coffee down, reaching out to set a hand on her wrist.  Just promise me you will listen to my advice before making decisions in the future.  Godfrey didn't blame Emma for her choices - but he truly wished that he had been spoken to. 

She should have called him home sooner. 

Maybe he could have spared Tegwen her fate.  It didn't feel right, throwing out a Cymrean Queen merely because she wasn't best.  They could have come to an arrangement, he was sure of it.  But what was done was done.  Now they needed to pick up the pieces.  He began to let his mind wander over the nuances of the Province, eyes narrowing in thought.

Yes.. he would have to pluck a few strings and get some ears planted in the Province Court sooner than he had expected.

Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #8 on: Feb 11, 19, 01:55:01 AM »
Emma had done well to plan dinner as she had. It had offered her males a rare chance to just enjoy her company and each other's for an evening. The selection of alcohol was excellent, as it always was. The food was wonderful as well. It reminded him that here in Westwood there was an entirely different culture that had once thrived, and perhaps could again. Emma had the drive to make that happen. As far as Edward was concerned, his purpose was to see her will done. If her will was to see Cymrea rise from the ashes that Dharo kept trying to sweep under the rug, then rise it would.

But first, she needed to own her actions to her bonded in this room. Even the most ruthless among the Blood still needed those that they could trust. The circle did not have to be large. It was better if it wasn't. A few well placed individuals that could be trusted beyond doubt. That was what someone needed if they were going to start down the kind of path that Emma Morgan already had. She may not have had that to start, but she did now, and Edward was not going to allow his Queen to walk any further on this path alone.

He had James to thank for that wisdom. The Sapphire Jeweled Warlord Prince had taught Edward well, the Wardens had taught him further. That, too, he owed to James Driscoll, just as he owed his very relationship with his bonded Queen. Without James, he may have taken another contract without ever having met Emma. If he continued to send a bottle of bourbon to Driscoll Financial every time he felt a wave of intense gratitude, James would soon have enough bottles to last the rest of his life.

When the meal concluded and it was time for Emma to share the reason she had brought them all together, he had placed his hand on her knee beneath the table and squeezed gently. Raising the Sapphire Shield at her request, he then watched Emma as she spoke. Edward paid special attention to the feel of the room as she shared the truth of Tegwen's disappearance. And then he waited. It was important he wasn't the first to speak. He needed her to know that her men stood with her because of her and for no other reason.

Something eased within him when Godfrey spoke. Good. That was two of the three sides of her Triangle in support of her. "I serve you, Emma, and will until our deaths or until you dismiss me. This knowledge does nothing to change that."

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #9 on: Feb 13, 19, 09:32:07 AM »
In a sense, this was rather what he had been waiting for. For the past year, for the past twenty-five. He could feel it in the air when she began to speak, felt it in the way she said 'the future of Westwood District' when what she meant was 'the future of Cymrea'. The second she addressed them all of his attention, that sharp focus that could so easily become lethal in the way of Warlord Princes, was honed and ready - like he was waiting for the word, for the command to do something.

'It starts today. It starts with us.'

It was sheer agony to wait as food was served. As they ate. Anthony's attention would remain mostly on Emma for the duration of the meal - and honestly she could probably feel him vibrating with impatience. He knew there was more too it than a statement and a meal. He knew that there was more she was intending to say, there had to be. If she was declaring their beginning then that meant there were chapters to be written and that would take some kind of action, some kind of planning and decision. He knew Emma well enough by now to know that she wasn't a woman to speak empty words. If anything, she was the kind of woman to say no words at all and just do what needed to be done, then talk about it later. This could be aggravating for a male striving to protect her, but it was also inspiring to one who wanted to follow her.

He didn't push though, no matter how hard he wanted to, and instead dipped into his meal. He conversed with the other men and yes, he was one of the ones probing to make sure everything that touched his Lady's lips was safe (though really, he would be surprised if any one of the other males gathered wasn't doing the same).

Finally, after what was maybe an hour or perhaps a year, the meal ended and the plates were cleared. Coffee and after-supper tea was served for those who wanted one or the other. Then Emma bid the room to be cleared. Then Edward shielded the room with his Sapphire to give them as concrete, secure privacy as was possible.

And then Emma confessed to arranging the riddance of another Cymrean Queen, the Sellout Queen who had been willing to bow her head and grovel in the dirt, give up their people for memories rather than stand for her bloodright and the bloodright of all her people.

Anthony couldn't say he was entirely comfortable with the whole of it - but he also couldn't say that he disagreed. Emma was right - Tegwen wasn't right for Cymrea. She was an active threat against the cause, especially if she had remained in power - but even if she hadn't and had still been a voice around in the crowd.. she was an assimilist, and as a Queen she would have held clout no matter where or what she was doing. And if they were going to restore Cymrea, if they were going to get their home back, hard and difficult and uncomfortable decisions would have to be made.

The other men pledged their continued faith and support, and that eased a small knot in his belly that he hadn't realized had formed as Emma had made her admission and they'd all looked about the room. Because he'd been ready, in those moments, to face his bond brothers if necessary - ready to step between their Queen and them if their responses had been potentially combative.

His eyes settled on Emma now, intense and bright with a passion she would be familiar with by now - his own vigor for the cause. He held her gaze as he pressed a fist over his chest and bowed at the waist and gave his own pledge.

"For you, my Queen. For Cymrea."

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: the truth hurts, but a lie's worse
« Reply #10 on: Apr 18, 19, 12:21:01 AM »
Emma sat calmly in her chair as she listened to each of her males swear fealty to her. She had never doubted Godfrey’s loyalty. He stood by her and believed in her even when she didn’t believe in herself. If anything, Godfrey would be more upset and not knowing the full story form the first. Father and Bevan ahd convinced her that Godfrey needed the deniability to his best work and so she’d left it at that. Now, though, she saw that she was wrong to keep him out of the circle. She’d chosen correctly in her First Escort, though she understood now why Bevan was so eager to keep him Godfrey out of the loop.

Edward and Anthony were both newer to the circle of trust, but she saw no reason to doubt either of them. Anthony was of Cymrean blood. His family wanted to return to the Old Ways, the ways that many of their people had forgotten, that nearly all of Dharo had forgotten. The Cymreans were a bloodthirsty people, even among the Blood; only the Rihlanders were said to be more feral and dangerous of the native races to Kaeleer. But Anthony believed and Emma was glad for it.

Edward was Dharoan, though, and had the most reason to walk away. He hadn’t signed up for this at all. But he knew the truth of what she’d done to Tegwen and stood by her anyway. His influence drove her to be honest with her own people so that they were all on the same page. She trusted him to give her good advice and he had. He was a steady and stable man who’d only been an asset since his arrival. Emma valued his presence.

That left Bevan.

The Summer Sky Warlord Prince watched the other males seated around the oak table as they spoke their loyalty. His dark hair was neatly cut, but Emma saw the tension in his jaw and shoulders. Bevan had always hated sharing her with anyone; that possessive and protective nature was hard to navigate at times but Emma made the effort because Bevan was worth it. He was still worth it, but she knew that having three other bond brothers wasn’t sitting well with him.

Emma, I have always stood by you. I always will. For our Queen and for Cymrea. I’ll do whatever you need me to do to ensure our victory.” Bevan said, looking at each man in turn, before returning his gaze to Emma.

Now that they’d all agreed, Emma took up her drink to hide her relief. Then she looked to all of them.

You have no idea how much this means to me. All of you.” she said, setting down her glass and exhaling softly.

We are Cymrea. We, our families, and all of our people here in Cardiff. Lady Maddox is with us, but we need more allies. Margaret Webster’s Court will push us into the sea with politics. But we aren’t going to lose anymore land to them after today.” Emma said.

I’ve identified several villages and their rulers who need to be convinced to acknowledge Cymrea’s ancient claim on their land. They stood with us once. They must be made to stand with us again. Most of them are under the auspices of Northwood. But they don’t receive nearly the attention that they should.

We need to convince them that I’m a more responsive Queen than whoever Margaret appoints in the future.
” Emma said.

Cymrea must be restored. We need more than just allies. To restore our homeland, we need trade agreements. We need people willing to fight for us in the Courts and...elsewhere, when the time comes. My plan requires all of your talents and it begins now.

Follow me and we’ll get Cymrea back.


~Fin~




 

 

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