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Author Topic: Written in the Stars  (Read 301 times)

Description: attn: Emma & Godfrey

Offline Edward Braddock

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Written in the Stars
« on: Dec 17, 17, 05:31:44 PM »
Mid-Summer 192 AP

The interview process with Lady Morgan's father had been thorough and exhaustive. Edward had expected no less and come armed with even more information about himself than the Westwood Court had been able to dig up. He was entering into this process not only with good faith, but with a ruthlessness drawn from his belief that this was the right position for him and the right Queen for him to serve. He wanted all of his visible cards on the table. He wouldn't allow something from his past to harm the Cymrean Queen or her Court in the future because their research wasn't complete.

But then, it wasn't Edward who had secrets hidden in his past that needed protecting, it was Emma. That he knew that was one of the cards that was not visible, not for anyone except Emma herself and only when she knew him well enough to not think he would use it as leverage against her but rather as a sign of loyalty for what he would do to protect her and ensure the prosperity of her Court and her life.

It was an easy thing to offer. Edward had a sterling reputation and a history to match. The most scandalous things in his history all surrounded his sister, Emily, and all could be easily rationalized as an overprotective brother pulling his little sister out of trouble. Mostly that was true. Occasionally Emily's persuasiveness had won out and he had been pulled under by her vivacious love of life. But even then, there were no crimes in his history, nothing that could later be used as leverage against Lady Morgan.

Having cleared that stage, it was time to meet Emma herself and see what she thought of him and whether she could work with him as her Steward. He arrived at her office early, dressed in, what for Edward, was a fairly casual outfit of a button up shirt and slacks. As much as he learned toward suits for all occasions, this was not the world of banking that he had come up through but a Court position, one that would require him to be accessible to Queen and Court if she choose him to serve her. The Cymrea males were warriors, much less impressed by the dashing couture of a man's clothes than the Dharo Courts. It was a fine line to walk, but he was determined to manage it.

He arrived at her office precisely five minutes early and knocked, unsure who it would be who answered the door. One thing was certain: whatever happened over the next hour, Hell, over the next few minutes, would determine the course of the rest of his life. 

Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #1 on: Dec 17, 17, 11:33:48 PM »
An entire hour he'd been devoted to ensuring Emma understood that she needed to treat this male fairly.  That hour was after he'd repeated, four times, that she couldn't just send the male a letter informing him to not show up at all.  He was not concerned about any damage the male himself could cause - no, he was stressing this because the image of Emma unfairly ripping a male to pieces simply because she didn't want her father to leave the Stewardship to another would not go over well with their Dharoan opponents.

He refused to think of them as enemies, just yet.  Thinking of them that way would inevitably lead to him making more aggressive choices - and they weren't at the point where that was strictly necessary.

He'd made sure to make her eat her snacks, and drink down a bit of tea and whiskey.  Yes, Whiskey.  Because his Queen would need more than just tea to settle her nerves when she was already in a mood about her father's chosen retirement.  Prince Morgan was more than entitle to choosing when he would leave the courtly stage, and while Godfrey applauded him for his determination and his ethic in choosing a successor, he found himself wishing that Idris had done such a thing at least another year from now.

Just maybe Emma would not be quite so pissy about it if he'd waited.  Ah well, that wasn't fair either.  It was his lot in life to try to manage Emma despite her temper in this situation.

When the knock came at the door, he squeezed Emma's shoulder reassuredly before adjusting his cufflinks and sleeves of his dark suit while making his steady stride forward.  Let Emma stare at his ass if it would help her distract herself from her temper, so long as she managed to not spook the hopeful off before discovering whether he was qualified or not. 

"Lord Braddock."  He eyed the male for a moment as he opened the door, as if deciding whether the male's appearance was aggerssive or not.  Confident, a touch of pride... hell, Frey liked him already.  If the male could maintain that attitude throughout the tense meeting, he'd be more than happy with him.

"Right this way.  Lady Morgan is expecting you."  He stepped back, allowing more room for the male to enter... and keeping himself angled to easily intercept whatever the male might throw.  Spell or weapon, it wouldn't matter to Frey.  He'd already made sure to coat his Lady Queen in the tightest of shields, layering both his Green and his Purple Dusk to manage it.  "May I present the Lady Emma Morgan, Queen of Westwood.  Lady Morgan, this is Lord Braddock, the candidate that Prince Morgan has put forward to fulfill the Stewardship to your Court." 

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #2 on: Dec 18, 17, 12:51:53 AM »
Emma was still riding a bit of a high after finding that Anthony was given to her by the Darkness. Her newest Warlord Prince had Bevan’s respect (or at least his indifference) , which Emma was glad for. She’d needed an expert on horses and the village of Connington and found both in a single man. Meeting Anthony had given her back a bit of the hope that was stolen when her father informed her of his decision to step down as Steward and serve in Coventry as a member of her Second Circle. She’d ranted bitterly about it to Bevan, but otherwise tried to choke down her anger and deal with the dreaded Monday meeting with the final candidate.

Emma woke early, as usual, and set about having breakfast while reading over the information her father provided about today’s candidates. Edward Braddock of Coventry. Emma didn’t recall the name from her time at the capital, but continued to read the file while she sipped her coffee. Oh, a banker. Of course her father would interview a banker for the position. Every note about him was positive and glowing. This man worked for Driscoll Financial, one of the most successful banking institutions in Dharo. Emma’s eyes couldn’t roll hard enough. The man had practically ticked off every box of her father's favorite things.

She imagined him in her mind's eye. Dharoan. Older. Married to his job. Monotone voice that made paint fall asleep while drying.

Emma grabbed her pen and drafted a letter to Lord Braddock, informing him that they’d already selected a candidate. "No need to make the trip..." she said, dictating as she wrote.

She was nearly done with the letter when Godfrey arrived and read the damned thing before she could get it into an envelope. He’d spent over an hour explaining how important it was to give his man a chance and why they couldn’t just tell him the position was filled. Emma listened and then refuted each of his points as calmly as she could. But Frey was patient with her. Eventually, he’d convinced her to at least meet the man before she rejected him. But Emma had tied her acceptance to the condition that Frey would make up an emergency for her to hastily attend. Preferably something about Jorie's twins. Babies were always an emergency, right? Jorie often said so. Then they just wouldn’t contact him again.

Emma felt better about this meeting already.     

Frey squeezed her shoulder and went to the door when Lord Braddock knocked. The image of him that she’d created in her mind returned, though now he had a paunch to his stomach that added ten years to his age, along with a head full of white hair that put at somewhere near sixty, maybe seventy. Emma’s lip curled in disgust. She did not want a Steward who could be confused with her father. Her bumblebee pin was affixed to the left chest of her dark red dress. Her right arm, with her tattoos, was fully displayed, especially the rings on the top of her right palm. Let him see those and consider her a savage of some kind. He’d probably turn around and walk right out, saving her the trouble of sending him on his way.     

Frey introduced Lord Braddock and Emma looked up from her tattoo to meet the man who thought he wanted to be her Steward.


Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #3 on: Dec 18, 17, 06:44:10 AM »
Edward quickly sized up the Prince who answered the door to Lady Morgan's office. Slightly lighter in Jewels, taller and bulkier than Edward but not so much that it was a foregone conclusion who would win in a fight. Good. He preferred not knowing on sight. He nodded to the Green Jeweled Prince and stepped inside the office, but his eyes remained on the Prince until the introductions were concluded. He understood that the male with Lady Morgan was more than likely her First Escort, Godfrey Craig. He had been thorough in his research, learning the names, castes, and Jewels of those who worked with Lady Morgan.

When his name was offered, he stepped around Prince Craig with the intention to bow to the Queen who would have the final say as to whether he would serve her or not. Instead, he froze. Edward was not a nervous man by nature. He knew his worth and had proved himself throughout his life many times over. But in that moment, he felt as if the air had been knocked out of his chest.

His eyes swept over her, taking in every detail and memorizing it as if it were the most important thing in the world for him to know. The way her eyebrow curved. The gentle line of her collar bone peeking out from the dress she wore. The tattoos on both her right arm and leg, the circle on her hand. Even the bumble bee pin was memorized and stored away. Slowly, he grew aware of his heart pounding in his chest. Like a war drum, it was calling him to action, so loud both Prince Craig and Lady Morgan must have heard it.

Before he knew it he was moving, striding toward her with the need to claim and be claimed flaring off his skin. He stopped just in front of her. He was not some wild Warlord Prince with no control. He fought the urge to wrap her in his arms and pull her into him, tight enough that no one could interfere, not even Prince Craig. He wanted to brush his lips across the pulse he could see in her throat, wanted to catch and memorize her scent in a way that seared it into his mind. He wanted... well. He wanted more. Deeper, darker things that he rarely thought of when he first met a woman but could not stop his mind from reaching for now.

Instead of doing any of those things, he sank to one knee before her and looked up at her. Reaching for his hat, he pulled it off his head and held it over his heart. "I came here to prove to you that I am your best choice for Steward. Now I find myself at a loss for words. It doesn't matter whether you choose me or not. From this moment until my death, your will is my life." 

Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #4 on: Dec 18, 17, 01:43:36 PM »
Edward Braddock had a solid stance, and a solid look in his eye.  Godfrey liked him already for the job.  Anyone that was going to take Idris' job had to have balls of fucking steel to deal with Emma right now.  At least as a Steward.  She didn't want a replacement, she wanted her father.  Sadly, whoever took the job was going to have to deal with her redirected anger, most likely.

Fortunately, they would have Frey to help try to soften the blows... sort of.

At least, that had been his thought.  Then he saw the look that crossed Edwardd Braddock's face when he caught sight of his Queen, and it had him instantly locking up his own instincts.  He wanted to throw the male through the window for the way he was looking at Emma.  He was also no Warlord Prince to become a bristle of thorns and aggression over such a look... so he swallowed the impulse down.

He DID ensure his shields were tight on his Queen, watching Braddock for any hint of instability or violence as he approached the Queen.

The hat moving over Braddock's chest?  That was what let him breathe more easily.  THAT was what allowed him to look at Emma's face and make sure that he was reading the situation correctly.  The surprise there.. that soothed him.

And then he cracked a smile, slowly loosening the shields around his lady so that she could reach for Braddock without having to glare at him.  Idris... was a bloody genius.  Oh sure, the male probably hadn't known that Edward here was a Bondmate to Emma... but the Darkness itself seemed to agree with Idris' choice, didn't it?

There is no clearer sign that Emma is right, and the true Queen, than this.

That the Darkness would bind each of her Triangle to her? Without the need of a Blood Bond to ensure loyalty?  He was no Priest, but surely this was a sign of the Night's Favor.  "Bourbon?"  He appeared a bottle in his hand, as well as three glasses.  "I don't know about the two of you, but I could use one after this little introduction."

The tension when Braddock had first moved... well.. it had been the first time in a long while that he felt like ripping someone's head clear off their shoulders.  He was rather glad he hadn't followed the impulse... Emma would have killed him for it.

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #5 on: Dec 29, 17, 12:10:34 AM »
The second thing that Emma noticed about Edward Braddock was how ridiculously attractive he was.     

The first, and most important thing, was the way her heart lurched the moment she laid eyes upon him.     

No matter how many times it occurred, bonding to her Darkness-given males was always new, always profound to her. Her first Bond, with Bevan, felt like it was the only thing she’d ever need. Her second, with Godrey, made her think that there was no more of her heart that she could spare for anyone else. But then Anthony found her last week and Emma realized that she was wrong in her estimation. There was room for Anthony in her heart and mind, enough to care for all three of her males, given to her by Mother Night to pave the way to her destiny.

Now there were four.

Edward’s pale eyes locked onto hers and Emma couldn’t have torn herself away from that gaze if her life depended upon it. She memorized the shape of his mouth, the set of his jaw. Emma noted just how clean-cut and prepared Edward appeared, as if he were showing up to work, rather to interview for the job. His confidence matched her own. None of her males were yes-men or pushovers, but she sensed that Edward Braddock would challenge her in ways that Bevan, Godfrey, and Anthony did not.

Edward moved toward her and remained stationary, the experience of bonding not one, but two Warlord Princes, prior to now informing her posture and decisions. She sent her affection for Godfrey over the bond, letting him know that it was okay to relax, that she sensed no threat from Edward. She was already thinking of him on a first-name basis, she noted. She expected him to lean in close to her neck and inhale her scent. She was still seeking something Queenly to say when Edward stop, took a knee and placed his hat over his heart. Inwardly, Emma’s heart leaped into her throat. Her gaze remained focused on him and tried to appear as though she’d had the grace that this male, that all of her males, deserved in a proper and righteous Queen.

I came here to prove to you that I am your best choice for Steward. Now I find myself at a loss for words. It doesn't matter whether you choose me or not. From this moment until my death, your will is my life.

Emma covered her mouth with one hand and then knelt to join Edward on the floor. She reached out and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around him. When his powerful arms encircled her, accepted her, as his Queen, Emma willed herself not to cry. She’d been so angry at her father for her setting up these interviews, for seeking a replacement when Emma believed that no one else would ever do. But her father had recommended this man personally, given him a glowing review where he’d only given cursory approval or disapproval of the other candidates.

Even after all these years, Father still knew best.

I accept, Lord Edward Braddock. I choose you.” she whispered, granting Edward just a hint of her Touch.

*Frey, please contact the other candidates and let them know that I’ve made my decision, along with all of the polite apologies necessary.

Lord Braddock’s qualifications are without peer.
*     


Offline Edward Braddock

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #6 on: Mar 28, 18, 01:41:11 AM »
His breath stilled in his chest as he watched her. Emma Morgan, the Cymrean Queen who now held his heart, his life, his very being in the palms of her delicate hands. Edward decided he would wait for the rest of his life if she required. Even as the thought crossed his mind he realized the romanticism of it, but it didn't strike him any less true for its dramatic tenor.

His sister would tease him endlessly if she saw him in that moment. He didn't care. A part of him that had always been missing was quite suddenly found. He hadn't even realized he had been searching for her, and here she was, made real in front of him.

His Queen knelt before him and he had to fight the instinct to stop her from lowering herself to the ground, or from lowering himself prostrate before her. But before he could fully form the appropriate way to do either, her arms were wrapping around him. His hat discarded, tossed to the side in a way that was very much not Edward, he responded in kind.

His arms encircled her. Edward pulled Emma into his embrace, pressing her against him. Only then did he breathe in her scent fully, nuzzling the side of her cheek as he inhaled the soft scent of her hair.

Only after several long moments did he realize her words meant not only that she accepted him as her Darkness bound male, but also for the position within her Triangle. It seemed so long ago since he and James had sat in his office and discussed this Queen and his desiring a Court position. All of the scenarios he had played out so carefully in his mind, and not one of them accounted for the possibility of this.

He allowed his hands to move softly over her back as his need for her touch and her Touch continued to grow. It was not a wholly inappropriate gesture, but neither was it entirely chaste. "Thank you," he breathed softly against her hair. Even he wasn't entirely sure whether he was thanking Emma for accepting him or thanking Mother Night for bringing them together.

Offline Godfrey Craig

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Re: Written in the Stars
« Reply #7 on: Apr 12, 18, 09:46:40 AM »
He knocked back his drink of bourbon, then set the two glasses in their place at the desk.  One for Edward... across from their Queen.  One for his Queen. He set the bottle between both, doing his best to not growl.

He didn't dislike Braddock.  He did, in fact, like him quite a bit from what he'd seen already.  But it didn't change the fact that Godfrey was Emma's First Escort.  That he had to let a male he didn't know well at all so close that the male could be wrapped in her arms and actually feel her skin.

It made his skin itch.  It was a good, reasonable thing to let her Bonded near her... and it still made his skin itch.  Still, he had spent his entire life training in Princely manners, and his grip on self-control was impeccable.  So he allowed himself to drink that first glass of bourbon and then re-entered his controlled motions once more.

He had prepared consolation letters for every candidate - and now that Emma had chosen her Steward, he pulled all of them from his cabinet -- save for Braddock's, of course.  Every letter had been customized according to the files Idris had left for Emma.. and every letter mentioned that the Court would be willing to give a good word on behalf of those that had been considered as Steward.

A 'consolation', as it were.  He'd done that ahead of time to ensure that any ruffled feathers would be smoothed, should Emma do something brash.  One needed to be prepared, after all, and he had known that Emma was furious about this entire Steward Debacle.

He cracked the door to hand the letters to the waiting servant, inclining his head in gratitude before locking the doors and layering his shields in place.  Purple Dusk and then Green.  He locked all three of them into this room, ensuring that his Queen and her new Male would be safe from any stupid attempts while he settled into a corner, pressing his fingers together to keep an eye on things and stay... out of their way.

He could still remember when he'd first laid eyes on Emma.  He'd have ripped apart anyone stupid enough to interfere in those first few moments - and he was not a Warlord Prince.  He couldn't imagine that Edward Braddock would be any different.

 

 

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