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For years, the Dark Religion has persecuted the Light Jeweled with its doctrine of stigmatization. Under the messianic Queen Elisif Brenden, it has flourished, ensuring Glacia’s success in other fronts. But upon her death, a line has been drawn and forces beyond Glacia’s borders are gathering to stop its theocracy once and for all.
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Author Topic: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before  (Read 662 times)

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Offline Ulric Lindgren

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Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« on: Apr 02, 19, 04:21:35 PM »
Ulric did not particularly dislike aristo parties, but he did not particularly like them either.

The logistics, the planning -- reviewing menus, supply lists, scheduling staff, arranging the guest list -- these details did not bother him. Indeed, at the Territory estate, most of these things were handled by someone far below in ranking to Ulric. His only contribution was signing off on these things. Well, the guest list had a bit more of his involvement but nothing that took more than an hour.

How it would extend his day into the late hours of the night did not bother him either. He was used to working long hours, both before becoming Steward of Glacia and after. Oh, he made certain to keep his work-life balance on the safe side of saying that he was a diligent worker and not a workaholic like some. He was home most evenings to spend with his wife and daughter, if a bit late to dinner at times. Even those moments of truancy were planned, for hardly anything in Ulric’s day passed without being planned.

No, what Ulric frowned about when it came to the fancy social gatherings that the aristocracy of Glacia was the social aspect -- the small talk, the inane babbling, the mundane and boring conversations that always seemed to be repeated. Rare was it that Ulric found an equally sharp mind, or an erudite conversation, to make it mentally worth his time. Networking was, of course, a very important thing and, as he was now representing the Triangle surrounding the new Queen, he understood the importance of it even more.

He would, of course, play the part, and play it impeccably, but in the back of his mind, he would be judging each nuance and inflection, each dismissive wave of the hand, each hemline, tie, and neckline.

Ulric was dressed in shifting blacks and blues. The jacket he wore was a near black but the lapels, as well as the vest underneath, had an iridescent flair. Sapphire rippled through the dark threads as he moved. A black tie, white shirt, and black pants completed the ensemble, with his Jewels resting comfortably along the tie in their silver settings. As this gathering was being held in Kenna Anderson’s honor, Ulric assumed that she would either make her own debut after the guests had arrived or would plant herself at the fore of the hall in order to greet each one.

Either option -- any option, really -- made Ulric’s teeth grind. He wanted her to be lofty, unapproachable. He wanted the people to dislike her. He wanted…

He wanted Elisif back.

It was not like him to be so saturnine. He was usually a man thinking a few moves ahead in everything. But he knew that he was attempting to play the cards given him and found those cards wanting, hence his bitterness. He meticulously packed away his emotions as he checked his cufflinks. The past did not suit the present.


His wife, of course, would be attending this gathering, and he would presently be floating about the gathering with her, but Ulric’s first duty was to the guests and seeing to their arrivals. The hall was lit in creams, taupes, and golds, neutrally warm and bright. The space opened into a variety of smaller halls and balconies so that guests would not feel cramped or corralled. Servants and hired helped moved quickly through the doors, finishing up last minute decorations and details. Ulric, focusing his mind on the hours to come, flowed through this brightly lit space like a black hole, bending the flow of servants to avoid him, drawing some of the light out of the room, until he came to the fore. Pausing to review the hall, he nodded to the man stationed at the front, ready to announce the guests, and then Ulric flowed back in a different direction, most likely to find one of the other males of the First Circle.

Everything was in order. In a few moments, carriages bearing Queens and their escorts would arrive. Heads of covens, High Priestesses, and Court Healers would also be in attendance, but the honors would rest with the Queens, Dark and Light, young and old. All invited, all expected. Let them fawn and seek Lady Anderson’s favor.

For the night, Glacia could belong to her and her Sisters.

Offline Carmine Valerio

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #1 on: Apr 02, 19, 11:39:38 PM »
"You are absolutely stunning," said Carmine to Alma. She was just that: absolutely stunning in the dress that she had picked for the evening. It matched well with the elaborate collar that was about her neck, his fingers running along it before he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

There were more words shared, a conversation between Warlord Prince and Black Widow, but those were for their ears alone. So once the carriage had arrived--rather, when their place in the arrival line was up--Carmine was stepping out with his lovely Black Widow companion. He did not bother checking the sleeves of his morning coat, knowing that everything was in place; Carmine's suit was absolutely perfect. Alma was with, though she moved as was her place as a light jewel in service to its darker master.

While this gathering was to celebrate the new Queen, Carmine saw it as an opportunity to get a feel for what the political landscape would be like. The funeral had given him an idea but this event, it would let him know. With so many people--so many minds--he had no doubt that tonight would see many trying to play the particular games to curry favor and otherwise earn a place within the new Territory Court. Would he? Perhaps but then he preferred to be the one whispering in an ear, guiding a situation. Or directly taking a person's mind in hand to correct. Either way, such work required that he was not someone in the spotlight.

His connections to that of the former Territory Court, along with others of the various Courts of Glacia, had seen him with an invitation and it would not be put to waste. Tonight, he thought, there was a great deal to be seen and learned. There were many Queens gathered--it was a night for them, after all, and especially Lady Kenna Anderson who now ruled the Territory--and once within the building he found himself taking note of them. Alma was close to him, a pretty thing that no one ever understood was just as dangerous, if not more so than him. Carmine made his rounds with her, a quiet thread of dialogue shared between them as he took note of quirks and otherwise with sharp blue eyes.

People gave away so much at parties like this. Not just with their loud--to him--thoughts but with the smallest actions, the most absentminded gestures. The slight twitch of fingers of a Prince was not just a nervous tick but something else. The way a Queen's eyes glanced about said she was not at all interested in the courtier that was talking to her but another that she was trying to find among those gathered. There were things to be learned long before minds were touched upon and Carmine did so like watching people.

Even at a party.

So his gaze continued to sweep the festivities, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he caught sight of the fingers of one guest briefly sought out another and tugged. A liaison? Perhaps but they disappeared out through one of the doors that lead to the side hallways the room opened to. Carmine was within his element, moving through the other guests with his Black Widow, and planned on enjoying the night to its fullest.

Offline Lydia Kalas

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #2 on: Apr 03, 19, 11:39:30 AM »
As expected, the High Priestess of Ivalo was in attendance at this event.

She stepped forward from the coach with all of the regal grace of a Queen, despite being a Priestess. Her black dress with its red hem was like ink blending with blood on the page of her slim body. She had foregone her usual red cloak, instead using warming spells to keep away the chill. In addition to her Jewels, her wrists were adorned with the latest Tostain creation – a thick gold bangle with ruby and diamond chips. It was certain to draw the right amount of attention and Lydia intended to use it to promote her recent…acquisition…of the Tostain jewelers.

And, of course, wherever the Priestess went, her beloved Prince Kain went also. He stood just behind her, letting her command the attention, as he protected her back.

Lydia swept into the hall on Kain’s arm with an air of importance but not arrogance. She greeted whoever was at the front of the receiving line with that same regal grace but did not linger long beyond the socially prescribed amount of small talk. Nor did she look for her sister, Miina Kalas, who would most certainly also be in attendance.

No, Lydia’s gaze swept the hall for two particular people: Adelina Tuomi and Reija Harmaa. Once she found either of those, she would meander her way there, taking an apparent scenic route so as not to seem like she was making a beeline towards either woman. Greetings for her allies could wait. An ambitious woman like Lydia greeted her rivals first, if for no other reason as to remind that she was still a contender in whatever race they were holding.

“Are you hungry, my Prince?” she asked of Kain as they passed the serving tables. Already, two servants had offered them appetizers of bacon-wrapped figs and some creamy, dainty pastries. Lydia had picked up one but kept an eye on her Prince’s needs more. When the next servant that floated by offered the Glacian mead called sima, she took a flute but did not drink. Her gaze continued to sweep the room as she and Kain conversed. This party may be for the Queens of Glacia – and one Queen in particular – but it did not mean that Lydia would remain idle.

There were moves to make on the great chessboard of Glacia.

Offline Riia Lindgren

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #3 on: Apr 15, 19, 11:37:26 AM »
Riia stepped out of the Coach with as much grace as her nerves would allow her. Her gaze swept the area, seeing who else was departing the carriages around her, while her hand lingered in the grasp of her escort for the night. Normally, only Miina Kalas would have attended a function like this, but the invitation had been clear: all Queens, regardless of Jewels, were invited.

With her arms bared in her gray lace dress, she felt a bit self-conscious. With the knowledge that very important dignitaries would be at this event, her nerves ratcheted up another notch. And the thought of possibly talking with the Lady Kenna Anderson, now ruling Queen of Glacia, sent her anxiety into full swing.

Riia placed a hand just below her sternum. Took a long, steadying breath. Her cousin’s words about forming her own Court seeped up into her memory and added to her nerves. Was this what it would always be like? This feeling of ‘not supposed to be here’? Imposter syndrome, that’s what it was called. It was absolutely silly of her to think these things but she just could not help herself but feel it. Though born a Queen, she had never felt like a real Queen, and there were things falling into place that were accelerated her towards being in that Queenly spotlight. Riia felt pushed and even though she could come up with a dozen reasons as to why she should make her own Court and take charge, she could also come up with a dozen insecurities that said otherwise.

“Lady?” her escort prompted gently. “Is there a problem?”

With her reverie broken, Riia quickly shoved away her anxious thoughts and answered, “Fine. Everything’s fine. Just…a little overwhelmed, that’s all.” She gave her escort a thin, hopeful smile – maybe he would believe her – and squeezed his hand. “Let’s head inside. I don’t want to be too fashionably late.”

Together, they walked into the warmly lit hall. Riia ignored the flutters in her stomach as her name was announced. A few heads turned at the name of Lindgren and she tilted up her chin defiantly, though she felt nervous of that scrutiny. Being family, even just a cousin, to Ulric, who was now Steward of Glacia, meant that she would have more of those critical eyes upon her. Her anxiety went up another notch. She froze momentarily.

Took a breath.

Let it go.

Exhale.

By the time she opened her eyes again, she was stepping forward, her emotions once again caged away into that little space right beneath her sternum, where they tangled and tumbled and generally fought each other to escape again. Riia eyed the appetizers floating about and then the food line. Alcohol would help but absolutely not – not yet. She would definitely feel better once Miina Kalas arrived. Then, she could hide in the shadow of the Red Queen like she preferred.

She could almost hear Ulric insinuating that she was weak for doing so.

Suddenly angry, Riia’s expression hardened. “Find me someone to talk to,” she told her escort. “Someone I haven’t met before.” Networking. She could do that. She would do that. She would force herself out of her comfort zone and not  be a weak Queen.

Offline Kain Eskola

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #4 on: Apr 18, 19, 11:27:26 PM »
Kain’s eyes swept the room once, twice, three times before deciding that the room was safe enough to occupy. H didn’t give a shit that this was some kind of Territory function. He didn’t give a damn how much security they had. Kain knew he could kick the shit out of half of the Guard here and make the other half want to kill themselves when he was finished with them. There was no way he was letting Lydia take another Escort to this shitshow, especially not after the Healers here had proven that they couldn’t keep Lady Brenden alive with two working eyes and several working hands.

Kain said none of this aloud, but he did provide the minimum courtesies necessary to keep the focus of the night on Lydia.

He liked her dress. He wanted to peel her out of it when they got home. He also wanted to remove that shiny bracelet of hers that Prince Tostain had made for her. The male had made him an excellent sword and a great set of knives, the latter of which were in his psychic cabinet. The Midnight Summit did not believe there would be a need for them tonight, but he also didn’t trust these people not to fuck up something as simple as a party.

By the time the server arrived with the bacon-wrapped figs, Kain could have devoured a calf with room to spare.

I'm starving, but the food will hold me over until we get home.” Kain said, slipping the bacon-wrapped fig into his mouth in a single bite. The words were delivered without inflection or warmth, but Lydia could hear the heat in them if she chose to listen for it. Kain's mind returned to the matter at hand. Lydia was here to find the High Priestesses of the Territory and of Salo Province, respectively. His eyes scanned the room for either woman, hoping to locate them so that Lydia could move in and command their time.

He took up a glass of sima and sipped it, washing down the fig. Kain hated alcohol, but sima had little enough that it wouldn’t affect his judgement, so long as it wasn’t spelled.

I can wait until you’ve found Lady Tuomi or Lady Harmaa, however.

Offline Matias Saari

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #5 on: May 31, 19, 01:50:57 PM »
Matias could think of a thousand things he’d rather do than rub elbows with aristos. He could think of ten-thousand more beyond that, all of them more interesting than half the people in this room. He wished that Wolf was here, or Kaija, or even Aksel, just someone who could provide a bit of humor to the proceedings. His friends and family were more interesting than the Priestess before him, from the District of Won’t-Remember-You-Tomorrow, who’d walked up and introduced herself both out of formality and to natter on about something that he didn’t care about.

Matias listened all the same, nodding while keeping the deep concerned etched into his expression. The Priestess thought she was the most interesting person in the room, the way she talked, which doubly infuriating that she was nursing a raging infection in an intimate area that Mat couldn’t even tell her about. Not that she wasn’t talking enough for both of them as it was. But it rankled him that, even if she paused to take a breath, he couldn’t suggest that she see a Healer or even allude to the fact that he knew the discomfort she was feeling. He wanted to tell her to leave and get help right now.

Instead, he politely excused himself from their discussion and threaded his way through the crowd (which parted quickly for him) and positioned himself near another door. Several of his guardsmen patrolled the grounds and reported in with information on the guests who’d entered, the ones who thought they were talking in safe and private places, and the ones in line who still had yet to enter. Mat responded to few of the threads, but if he desired more information, he’d take it.

Kain Eskola stood nearby with High Priestess of Ivalo and Matias considered pulling the Midnight Keeper aside for a private chat. He didn’t, but the the consideration was there. Mat’s only real experience with the Midnight Keepers came from Wolf and he knew that Wolf was far more focused than the Midnight Summit. There was Jonathan Harmaa, another Summit, but Mat saw no reason to speak to that man now. Elisif and Otso were both dead and...Mat considered the entire matter a wash. Elisif was the only one who’d taken umbrage at the loss of her male and now that she’d returned to the Darkness with him, there was no one on this side of the veil to pursue a Price against Lord Harmaa.

Mat considered it one less thing on this to-do list.

The Queen who entered now was not one with whom he was familiar. He watched her enter the room,watched several eyes turn toward her, and then watched a few people move to engage her in conversation. She wasn’t ill, secretly or otherwise, so she wouldn’t grate on his senses.

Finally, something about this night that wasn’t terrible.

Offline Kenna Anderson

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #6 on: May 31, 19, 11:45:10 PM »
I still think you should’ve worn black in memory of Elisif,” Kenna’s mother said, standing before the window in which her daughter prepared for her debut as the Queen of Glacia. Ingria Anderson’s face was stern, her voice cold. She did not love her adopted daughter so much as she cherished the power her new position promised.

They’ll already be thinking enough of Sif today, and she’d want me to hold my head high, to claim the crown in my way. There’s enough work I need to do to make them love me more than they miss her.” Kenna said before sighing and turning from side to side, studying her reflection.

The delicate witch pursed her lips and fluffed the shoulders of the blush pink cape she wore, which matched her gown, and was adorned with over 20,000 ostrich feathers. Since she’d drastically lessened her use of tonics and less medical substances at midwinter her body was screaming alerts of its maladies under the weight of her finery and the height of her heels. It was making it more trying than usual to keep her composure as her mother criticized, her manner  perpetually callous.

You’re going to be late, I told you to take your medicine.” Ingria said, interrupting Kenna’s careful assessment of the message her look projected. Image was a powerful thing, and she wielded hers with great skill.

It’s important my head is clear for this. You know that. Just shut up for a minute,” the Queen snapped.

She continued considering if she’d made the right choice. Normally at her side would be Anitra, the hearth witch with whom she conferred before making any important decision. However, she and Ingria did not mix well. So her best friend stood with the masses, albeit in a place of honor, as Kenna took pause to gather herself before her debut.

Ultimately satisfied with the ethereal, compelling, and elegant look cultivated after much deliberation between consultants trusted in those matters she took a deep breath and turned. From the adjacent grand hall the music shifted and that was her cue.

Time to shine,” she murmured. Gently grazing her manicured fingers over the Green Jewel at her throat Kenna moved towards the door. She wasn’t the darkest of Glacia’s hearts nor its most coveted. Her strengths were the fascination she inspired, the keen mind behind her sweet long lashed eyes, and the ruthlessness to which she enforced and performed devotion to the Dark Religion.

What was more? Virratt had prospered under her rule that began at the unprecedented age of twenty. It made her one of the Territory’s longest reigning ladies. She was determined to do the same for Glacia. It was what Elisif would’ve wanted. Thinking about her lost sister of soul she felt a deep pang of grief taking her first steps towards her coronation.

With grace she pushed her way through the aches, pains, and nerves that tried but failed to affect her composure. Softly adjusting her crown, she made her way down the hall. Her face wore a carefully practiced warm, gentle smile. The doors of the great ballroom were opened by two of her most favored bonded.

Silence, save for soft murmurings of the gathered, fell. The throng of people parted almost automatically upon the Queen’s entrance, splitting to gather on each respective side of the ballroom.

A Prince - graceful and stoic in expression and attire both - stood at the front and center of both groups, swiveling fluidly to about face before announcing the Lady Anderson in a smooth, low tenor of Craft-enhanced voice.The Queen of Glacia joined their number.

Ladies, Princes and Lords…” he began, tone and face well-practiced and crisp, “Fine citizens of the jewel of Kaeleer. It is without further ado and my utmost pleasure to present to you all the Lady Kenna Anderson, long-standing Queen of Viratt and your new Territory Queen.

The Shadow of Elisif Brenden hung over them all. Despite it Kenna was radiant. Her gown complimented the surroundings and it was no accident. Sensual features and form were worn, carried soft and certain.

There was a glow, a magnetic quality of her personality. It flowed from Lady Anderson when the formalities of her appointment were beautifully attended to in perfect harmony. The whole of the ceremony was a perfect display of Glacian protocol, style, and exquisite performance on the parts of all involved. None embodied this more than the Kenna. She’d practiced for hours to make sure her coronation seemed as effortless and right as the love and pride she felt for her home.   

It was imperative in those moments for her to play her role such that her rise to the highest glory of her caste was not only right but touched by providence.

Never dared she dreamed that she’d become a Territory Queen. There were others of the nation more beloved but few so admired. Lady Anderson was an artist, and she treated life itself like her masterwork of beauty meant to inspire protective desire. Kenna’s fiercely loyal court attested to that fact. Even most of those not bonded to her deeply enjoyed her presence. Except, of course, for Ulric, the Prince with the gall to demand he replace her own husband as Steward of her triangle.

She was blessed. She was praised. Her court was named, and the moment came for her first words as Territory Queen.

My beloved citizens, most esteemed of the land,” the crystalline, soprano lilt of Lady Anderson’s voice rang out amidst the now silent audience, Craft fueling the volume no more and no less than was precise. “It is with both great honor and a heavy heart that I stand here before you in acceptance of this title.

The Star of Kaeleer may no longer be with us. Trust that in this shadow of my sister Queen in which I stand, there isn’t a doubt that she would want us united and whole.

We must shine on fiercely even in her absence. It is my humble honor to give my solemn oath to you as your new Queen. I will be an ever faithful daughter of our one true, Dark faith. It will continue to serve as our bean ever onward into divine prosperity. It brings me nothing but awe and sacred sense of duty to have the opportunity to rise to this most holy challenge.

My life is yours and in Mother Night’s grace and memory of Lady Brenden’s legacy I will oversee the land we all cherish like nothing else.

It is my hopeful ambition that I can grow within you all as much confidence and pride in both myself and this new era as you held in the past. For Isyiviel and Elisif, for Glacia, this is my promise.


i told you, i'm no good.

Offline Ulric Lindgren

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #7 on: Jun 01, 19, 12:55:52 PM »
“I am merely stating, Prince Lindgren, that an alliance with the Landen council of Chaillot would greatly increased our trading partnerships with the merchants in the—”

The moment Queen Anderson stepped into the room, before the Prince announcing each of the guests drew breath to be her herald, the air in the hall shifted. One by one, conversations were dropped as heads turned, and those who were initially unaware of the rippling effect of her presence as she entered became aware of the hush descending like an avalanche upon them.

Blessedly, Ulric’s boring conversation with his current counterpart came to an end with her arrival and it gave him reason, with an apologetic bow to the other man, to drift closer to her orbit, if only to be seen as part of her Court as was expected of him.

He came to stand near Prince Saari, the two Ebon Gray men watching their Queen with the determined resolve of males who understood what it meant to serve such an elevated Queen. Doubters might whisper their reservations about her in darkened rooms but in this brightly lit hall, with its gallantry and gaiety, there came only cheers of approval and loud applause when Queen Anderson finished speaking.

Personally, Ulric though her speech vapid and her attire gaudy, but he indicated none of this to anyone.

With Craft floating his wineglass aloft momentarily so that he could join in with his own polite, obligatory applause, the barest of smug smiles broke across his face. Anyone watching him might have dismissed his expression as momentary pride in his new Queen, but anyone that knew him, truly knew him (if there was ever such a thing), knew that he was inwardly imagining the day when she would be exposed and deposed.

Alas, that day was far off, for many reasons, the primary of which was that there was no one in all of Glacia that could adequately replace Queen Anderson, who was an inadequate replacement for Queen Brenden.

So many things that would have to wait until their time.

Ulric was a patient man. He was in no hurry. Once the applause died down, he remarked to Prince Saari, “She looks lovely, does she not? Every inch a Queen. I have no doubt that she will quickly take root in the hearts of the people with such devotion and drive.”

It would quickly become obvious to the other man that Ulric did not intend to step forward to Kenna’s side after such a speech. He was visible to the gathered, yes, but he would not escort her any deeper into the crowd. That responsibility, and unfortunate duty in Ulric’s eyes, fell to Matias. Ulric had other guests to dance attendance upon, though he would surely cross paths with Lady Anderson at some point that night.

Offline Riia Lindgren

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #8 on: Jun 01, 19, 01:33:09 PM »
Riia Lindgren was stuck in possibly the most boring conversation of. Her. Life.

Her escort had found her someone – a Lord Erwin – to speak with, just so that she could get her toes in the social water, but the only problem was that Lord Erwin – a Green Jeweled Warlord with way too much money, perfume, and fat – just would not. Stop. Talking. About his line of businesses. About his wealth. About his patents. About his affluent clients. Riia, unable to find a polite way out of the conversation, had been trapped for the last twenty minutes…or an eternity in her mind…listening to him prattle on, nodding her head politely.

When Queen Anderson stepped into view and addressed the crowd, Riia’s relief was only hidden because she turned her face from Lord Erwin’s view.

Grasping this opportunity to get away, Riia took a few steps forward, as if she wanted to hear or see Queen Anderson better. She did, honestly. It was one of the few times she would get such a look at her. Riia didn’t personally like the feathered cloak but she admired the woman who stood with her head held regally, who addressed the crowd with no quaver to her voice or indecision in her cadence. That was the sort of Queen Riia wanted to be – one unafraid of public speaking and what others thought.

Listening intently to Queen Anderson, Riia forgot to pay attention to her surroundings. As the conversations once again returned, she moved, perhaps too quickly, and bumped into someone. Immediately, she felt the chill of liquid spilling down her hip. A quick look at her glass revealed wine sloshing back into balance. “Dammit,” Riia cursed softly aloud, looking down at the stain.

And then, realizing that she had bumped into someone and possibly spilled on them, she immediately looked up. Into striking blue eyes. For a moment, she forgot to speak but then, her anxiety over offending someone surged forward. “I am so sorry,” she said, heartfelt. “Did I spill on you?” she asked the man. Her gaze darted along his attire, looking for a matching stain while ignoring her own slightly soiled gown. Someone else’s ego was far more important than her simple looks.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #9 on: Jun 01, 19, 11:52:08 PM »
Miina allowed one of the servants to take her coat, a long rabbit fur trimmed cream colored covering that complimented the indigo dress she had chosen for the evening’s gathering.  It was one of her favorites, the color bringing out her eyes to a startilling brilliance.  Layers of delicate and sheer cloth wrapped around her body with each layer just slightly askance from the other to lend an interesting pattern to the overall cut of the dress and it was pinned neatly with a large silver, diamond cut brooch that rested just above her solar plexus.   Elegant, but not too showy.  She had much more elaborate gowns to wear, but she had taken great care to minimize her appearance.

She was well aware of the talk, the fact that despite having the darker Jewels, she had been passed up to step in the Territory Seat after the passing of Elsif.  Truth be told, she had been a little relieved at the perceived slighting.  Miina loved Ivalo, loved the people she was given to take care of and she had never been one who sought the highest power in the land.  Let Lydia have those aspirations.  She had her Court, her Seat and her Land.  That was more than enough and if Mother Night sought to give her more, then she would accept those gifts whole-heartedly.

She had chosen one of the men in her First Circle to act as her Escort for the evening.  Alek had come with her to the funeral, so she hadn’t asked him to join her.  Her First Escort was tending to personal matters and requested the evening free of obligation which she agreed to.  Her Steward was not the sort of man to enjoy this type of celebration and none of her Bonded Males were suitable as an Escort.   Lord Haarson was an older gentleman, distinguished in looks that were marred by scars on the face that he hid beneath a greying beard.  Of course Alek insisted on selecting her other two Escorts from the best of his guard but this was supposed to be a festive occasion.  She refused to show up looking hostile or defensive.

Spying Lydia, she stepped up to her sister and her future brother-in law.  “Lydia, Kain… I’m so happy to see the two of you here.”  She gestured for a passing server and took a flute of champagne with one hand while gesturing with the other, “Quite a gathering don’t you think?  Just the right amount of flash without being inappropriately festive in light of our mourning period.  Rightly well done.”   She turned back to them.

“How are the wedding preparations coming?  I am so very happy for the two of you and I know that Mother Night smiles upon your union.  It is a glimmer of hope in such dark times.”  She lifted her flute in a toasting gesture.  “I look forward to celebrating with you.”

She was cut off by the heralds announcement of Kenna’s arrival and her speech.  Miina listened with rapt interest over her face, her eyes focused on her new Queen and Sister.  She had a good working relationship with Kenna in the past, as two Queens who ruled Provinces, but she hoped to further improve that relationship but supporting the new Queen in her rule.  After all, the Darkness had elevated her above with good reason, Miina would see that the will of the Mother was seen through.

“So Lydia,” she said turning back to her sister, “have the two of you made plans for your honeymoon yet?  I do have a lovely cottage in the lower hills of Ivalo near a beautiful lake. It isn’t glamorous, but it is isolated and the perfect quiet getaway for two newlywed if you would like to make use of it.



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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #10 on: Jun 12, 19, 10:45:10 AM »
Lydia gave Kain a flicker of a conniving smile at the heat she detected in his voice. Her ravenous Warlord Prince. His appetite might not have been the same sort as hers but it ran just as deep. From one predator to another, she could appreciate that. So, to whet that appetite of his, she made certain to capture small appetizers from the floating trays as they passed. Her perfectly manicured fingers offered one or two of those morsels straight to his lips, with her eyes granting him a smoldering look during that brief moment of heated intimacy. But never enough to drive him mad with need. No, the full feast, for him, would be later. 

For Lydia, the feast was now.

Both Reija and Adelina were engrossed in conversations that Lydia had no desire to interrupt since it would paint her in a rude light, so she instead conversed with another Priestess with feigned pleasantness until a familiar, feminine voice managed to interrupt her own conversation. As Miina, her beloved and vexing sister, greeted her, Lydia felt the warmth of earlier dissipate. No more intimate games to be played with her voracious Prince. Now, it was time to play other games.

Lydia’s smile was a perfectly painted mask as she returned the greeting to her sister. “So glad to see you as well,” she lied smoothly. That was all that rested between them nowadays anyways – lies upon sweet little lies. “An appropriate gathering for our new ruler, I do agree.” For a moment, the sisters let their gazes roam the hall, until Miina broke the pleasant silence by asking about the wedding preparations.

“Nearly complete,” Lydia answered. How she yearned to finish these preparations! It would be a momentous, carefully arranged project taken off of her desk. She felt appropriately condescending towards the romantic notion of marital bliss – let plebeians or her simple-minded sister cling to that silly idea – so the finality, the completion appealed to her more. They could begin the next chapter, the next phase of their lives.

Queen Anderson made her entrance then, capturing the attention of all. Lydia’s eyes ran critically along the Queen’s attire, her lips twisting into a hint of an approving smile, and when the Lady Anderson finished speaking, she nodded her chin regally and joined the others in offering her applause. She would make a fine leader of Glacia, even if she was not as beloved as Queen Brenden had been.

Unsurprisingly, Miina continued their conversation, brazenly suggesting that Lydia and Kain spend their honeymoon in one of her cottages.

Lydia would have rather ventured to desert, barren Raej or that unconquered jungle of Nharkava for her honeymoon.

Her smile remained perfectly painted. “We have simple plans, meaningful for us,” she answered, pointedly not telling Miina where they planned to spend their honeymoon. “But thank you for the offer. I am certain it is quite popular with newlyweds.”

It was then that Lydia spotted an opening in the conversations orbiting Lady Tuomi and she took it. “Excuse me, sister, I must speak with Lady Tuomi about slightly more important matters,” she said. She and Kain slipped out of Miina’s company easily and Lydia did not regret any rudeness that might have been insinuated.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #11 on: Jun 16, 19, 09:31:11 AM »
The words were pretty, so pretty. Just as the Queen that spoke them was. Yet that meant little to Carmine. No, what he was interested in was her actions. What she did going forward, how her Territory Court guided Glacia in this time of need. Just how would the Dark Religion, the absolute faith of those Darkly blessed by Mother Night within the frozen land, would continue on. Would the whispers grow? Would they lessen? That was what Carmine cared about.

Only time would tell.

Carmine, thankfully, had patience.

A scent was growing closer, Carmine noted. One that spoke of the pages of a book; that said Queen. Without truly looking as if he were watching her, the Warlord Prince did not bother to move as she was clearly on a course for bumping into him. He let his attention flick back forward as both felt and heard the slosh of liquid upon his suit.

"Only a little," said Carmine, glancing down at where the liquid was soaking into his clothing. "Nothing to worry about." With a flick of his fingers, the liquid was dispersed, the fabric of his morning dress coat dry once more. "See? Everything is quite alright. No apologies necessary." Her anxiety was something malleable, something that he could use. Never would Carmine not take advantage of something like this. Not when it was a Queen.

"I'd be more concerned about your dress, Lady," said Carmine, lifting a hand towards her. "Would you permit? I know a thing or two about cleaning up such things." In the lighting of the room, the blue of his eyes seemed endless as they focused upon the Queen. "A necessary skill when one has traveled as much as I have." Somewhere, he knew, was his Ama. She was not that far away, getting them drinks, and then she would return.

"I simply do not want to presume and do such if you are familiar with the craft."

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #12 on: Jul 01, 19, 12:52:41 AM »
Kostya was invited, but she also sort of wasn't. Not by name. Why would anyone invite her, a Summer Sky Queen, by name, when an invitation to the Queens of the Court of Virratt would do? That little fact didn't do anything to dim Kostya's delight at the prospect of the outing. Her delight didn't stem from the fact that she'd be among the wealthy, powerful, and Dark-Jeweled; it stemmed from the fact that she would be there to support her sister-Queen, that perhaps she'd get to see that glorious Dark Prince whose heart belonged with hers, that she would see the dawn of a new day in Glacia. It wasn't the sort of future she'd ever thought of for herself; she'd only ever anticipated growing old in service, not in being one of the great and glorious even for one minute.

She'd entered before her sister-Queen, escorted by a suitable male and dressed suitably. Still adolescently gawky despite her thirty-odd years, Kostya was not an eye-catching attendant, and nor did she want to be. But her grayish eyes sparkled as Kenna (would that privilege be retracted now that Kostya no longer served in her Court?) greeted the people of Glacia for the first time. She couldn't have stopped herself from applauding Kenna's words if she'd been threatened with death, her heart leaping at the knowledge that her Queen would lead Glacia along the path that would keep them in their golden age.

Once the atmosphere settled, Kostya took a nervous sip of her champagne and looked around. Somewhere, she'd lost her Escort. Perhaps--she thought, her heart thrumming wildly against her ribs--she'd see that dark Prince again. Perhaps she could find Henrik, or Kaija... but as she scanned the crowd, she found another tantalizing prospect. Her gaze caught on the well-suited shoulders of a man with impossibly blue eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Oh," she sighed, breathless and wide-eyed as she watched him speak to a Dark-Jeweled Queen. Hers.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #13 on: Jul 01, 19, 10:27:23 AM »
Riia was properly (read: disproportionately) mortified as she met the strange male’s gaze. Not only had she spilled on him – a Warlord Prince judging by the psychic scent – but he had the most striking blue eyes and oh, that made it even worse because he was handsome! And the smooth, casual way he flicked his fingers and removed the staining droplets – Riia felt keen envy at his easy use of Craft. Why couldn’t she do something so graceful?

He lifted his hand towards her. Mesmerized, she took it and then realized that he was really only offering to clean the dark spots on her dress. Embarrassed once again (this time at misinterpreting a social cue), she retracted her hand, flushed and looked down. And then noticed how much of the drink had spilled on her versus him. “I’m such a clumsy dolt,” she said disparagingly. She looked back up at him, giving him a wan smile. Those eyes! It was totally unfair for a male like him to have such beautiful eyes like that. “If you could teach me how you did that so effortlessly…” she asked.

A few moments later and the stains were gone. But Riia’s nervousness remained, as always. “I’m so sorry, again,” she apologized. This time, fairly certain of this sort of social interaction, she offered her hand, palm down as Protocol stated. “I’m Riia. Riia Lindgren,” she introduced herself, gathering enough confidence to make it into her smile. “To whom…um, with whom do I have the pleasure of bumping into?” It was a lame attempt at a joke and her disappointment with it showed on her face briefly afterward. Another pang of envy struck her. He probably didn’t stumble over conversation. He probably didn’t struggle with topics. He probably didn’t stutter or stick his foot in his mouth.

He was also, with those unfairly lovely eyes and handsome looks, probably very taken. Not that Riia was actively looking for romance. It just always helped to keep it in the very back corner of her anxious mind, like another item on her unending to do list to tick off. Eventually.

As her mind tumbled over everything that he was against everything she was not, she failed to notice that the situation was about to get a lot more awkward for her once a certain Summer Sky Queen worked up the courage to come over.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #14 on: Aug 16, 19, 10:19:35 AM »
Loki was going to have to tolerate people.  Not just random people, but the sort of people he despised in his own Court.  The creature known as the ‘courtier’.  They were the aristos that held no particular office other than their own flawed sense of self-importance.  These people were parasites, ticks on the ass of himself, his Queen, and every person of real import in Glacia, hoping to draw enough blood to feed their self-image, but not so much that they get swatted away.  Courtiers were always jockeying for position, trying to get to the best places to latch on and improve their place in the world.  Loki understood ambition, he was ambitious himself, as was his Queen, but nothing he every achieved was earned by kissing the arses of his betters, few as they were.

By coming to this event, he and Polla were opening themselves not only to the courtiers they knew, but to new parasites.  Even as a Province Queen and Her First Escort, their exposure to the more evolved parasitical members of the aristocracy was kept somewhat limited.  They had work to do, after all, the Underground to chase down, and people that had maneuvered themselves into places in the Territory Court were unlikely to step down to a Provincial one, even if they didn’t matter in the Territory, they were matter even less in a Provincial Court.  Back home, he and Polla were the apex predators in a small forest, at the Territory Court, everyone was a predator, but the forest was much larger and much more dangerous—it offered more places for the courtier to hide, more bodies for the ticks to latch on to, and an elevation in status that came by proximity alone.  This was less tree with each step down, as resources for the political mobile became scarcer and scarcer.

Loki and Polla had a ladder to climb, but they would do so from a place of strength, not a place of wheedling and conniving and arse-kissing.  He knew that despite the open political nature of the gathering, they would have to go.  They would have to be seen.  He did not entirely trust their Master of the Guard, but he could not be both the First Escort, and the Master of the Guard.  So, he had quietly followed up on what security was like at the event, and he had acquired the guest list, so he could know who and what he was exposing his Queen to.  With that done, they had resolved to go.  There had been changes in the overall structure of things, and there were new Queens to know, new people to meet, and a new lay of the land to the Territorial Court.  Loki hoped to learn something that would give Polla (Him) an advantage in the days ahead, a way to improve their status and take easier steps towards his—their—goals.

He arrived as The First Escort to his Queen.  He wore a dark suit of black, accented in the same colors as his Offering.  The suit jacket had a belt just above waist level, that made the whole ensemble look like a military uniform.  It was all, of course, perfectly tailored, and as Loki enjoyed, a bit loose in the right places to allow for freedom of motion.  He didn’t expect trouble, but given the recent strangeness happening in the streets, even he could see that their little gathering made for a ripe target.  Loki was the first to step down from their conveyance, and he turned to offer Polla his hand when she was ready to join him and enter.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #15 on: Aug 16, 19, 08:50:06 PM »
Taking Loki's hand to descend from the carriage was as natural a gesture to Polla as drawing a breath. She didn't have to look; they'd been paired long enough that she knew not only that his support would be there, but precisely where his hand would be. As such, her eyes were turned up towards the facade of the building while she stepped down, and her mind was elsewhere. She was still thinking about Elisif, much as she had been frequently since the woman's passing. She'd wanted to wear black tonight, for truly her heart still mourned, but her father had talked her out of it. Elisif had returned to the Darkness, and clinging to the tragedy of her young and expected death now served no one. Particularly at an event like this, where the focus would be on Elisif's successor.

Polla had compromised, and wore a delicate, silvery-gray number instead. She couldn't deny the need to move forward, but she couldn't bring herself to don more festive colors just yet, all the same.

Even so, when she looked up at Loki and smiled it was not an insincere thing. It'd been some time since she'd attended an event this robust, and in spite of her mourning she was looking forward to the experience. All of the splendor that Glacia could muster would be on display tonight for the benefit of the Lady Anderson, and Polla was anticipating a strong showing. She slipped a hand into the crook of Loki's elbow, and let him lead her inside. With him there she felt good. Strong. Confident. It was easy to trade quiet banter with him as they made their initial rounds, and easy to exchange pleasantries with those she encountered along the way. The ritz and pomp of a Territory event lent a certain buzz to the air, and Polla drank it up tonight happily, causing a gentle smile to reside unfailingly on her carefully painted lips.

Kenna's entrance was bittersweet, for Polla. She found no fault in the display, and was in fact relieved on a superficial level to see it proven that Elisif's successor was no less striking in her style than Elisif had been. Kenna's taste was clearly different, but Polla thought she could see the careful choices that went into the garment she wore. She approved, and despite how much she lamented Elisif's passing, she was granted a dose of hope by the graceful display. She applauded politely along with everyone else, stealing a glance up to Loki's face to try and read his thoughts on the new Queen.

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #16 on: Oct 31, 19, 09:34:54 PM »
There was a glitter of amusement in Carmine's eyes, though that was the only place that it showed, when the Lady Lindgren took his head. "Never," said the Warlord Prince, his voice soft and quiet for her ears, "say such a thing. Own every action, all that you are, and let the world be none the wiser." It was a gentle admonishment, a Warlord Prince speaking to a Queen and reminded her of all that she was and could be.

Teaching her that handy bit of craft was no trouble at all, Carmine showing her with a half-smile. "No apology is needed," he said, her hand taken into his as Protocol dictated. His grip was warm, his presence solid and there. "Carmine Valerio, owner and proprietor of Vintage Imports." Dark blue eyes glinted. Truthfully he had all manner of connection that had ensured he had an invite tonight but that was how most knew of him. "Perhaps you should--"

It was unlike him, to not finish a sentence, but the feeling would not leave him: the weight of someone's gaze upon him. His gaze looked beyond the Queen, he found her there in the crowd looking back at him. I see you, he thought.

"Lady Lindgren, I would greatly enjoy speaking with you more if you would have me," said Carmine, his gaze flicking back to her with a charming smile, "but I must leave your presence for now." It was rather deliberate, the way he made it clear he did not want to move away from her, but he did.

Then the Sapphire-Jeweled Warlord Prince moved through the gathered people, purpose in his stride. Never once did his gaze break away from the Summer Sky Queen, not once he was moving towards her. In another environment, another territory, he might have knelt before her once he was close enough. Here it was different, however, even as something within him all but snarled mine.

"I am Carmine Valerio, my Lady." Carmine bowed then, as the Protocol and Etiquette within Glacia guided, and offered a hand out to the Queen. "I would escort you, my Queen, if you would have me."

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #17 on: Oct 31, 19, 11:15:38 PM »
Kostya would've been perfectly happy to sit there all night, watching her male shake hands with the hoi polloi that would never accept her as one of them. She would've marveled at his ease with people, at the way his bright eyes met the gaze of the people around him so easily. His confidence and his poise and his Dark Jewels. That was two Dark Jeweled Princes that she was bound two, and she wouldn't even know their names, and that was alright. Knowing that she held their leashes would only cripple them in Glacian society, and how could she want that for the men who belonged to her? She couldn't. It was a simple impossibility.

But he turned her way, those bright eyes fixing on her face. It was a hammer-blow to her chest, and Kostya pressed her palm flat over her sternum as he looked at her, the moment she'd never gotten with the mysterious Dark Jeweled Prince of Elisif's funeral. Mutual recognition. She braced herself for his rejection, and then he... didn't. He disentangled himself from conversation with the Green Queen to whom he had been speaking, and he came towards her, his eyes on hers, his face serene, as if it bothered him not at all that she was what she was. A Light Jewel, even if a Queen. Fodder for dirt, a critical cog but still a nameless cog. But he came to her and he bowed, and he held out his hand, so beautiful and gentlemanly that she thought she might be dreaming. This would be a wonderful dream, a moment she would treasure for the rest of her life, but--

She was struck dumb by him: his beauty, his politeness, his hand offered for her to touch.  And he was so warm as her fingers slid over his in that gesture that she'd read about in books, that she had mimicked with giggles with the other girls at Court as a teenager ensconced in her novels. It settled something deep inside that she hadn't known was displaced. "Kostanca," she said, breathless. "Kostya. Um. That's my name, Prince Valerio. I... it would be an honor."

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Re: Maybe We Have Been Here Once Before
« Reply #18 on: Nov 04, 19, 11:02:04 PM »
Carmine's expression did not shift, did not change as he approached, but within his mind was already whirling at the possibilities. The things he would have to do, what might need to change, because the world as he knew it now included this Queen. It was hard to say whether or not the Darkness had been kind for giving the Light-Jeweled Queen a part of him to call hers but the Warlord Prince would find it out one way or another.

She stood out, his Queen, and it was not because of her Light Jewels. Oh, Carmine knew how to play this off. How to ensure that he lost no face. There was a reason why he was merely affiliated with some of the Courts of Glacia rather than part of one. Part of it had to do with the fact he would only sign a contract that he agreed with in its entirety (and that, of course, was not easy to find).

The Queen caught the flicker of a different sort of smile. One that reached his eyes before it disappeared away. Kostanca. Even her name was lovely, though Carmine found he liked the way that she was very clearly and pleasantly out of sorts all because of him. It was the exact sort of reaction he found delicious.

"Then it shall be, Kostya." A glance went to her minder, the escort that was nearby, but Carmine paid that little mind. Light for Light, when a Dark Jewel made a move it was to be respected. (Carmine already had a play in mind, answer to this situation if it was necessary, but it only mattered if it came up.) So the Warlord Prince lead her, as he was meant to after all, and was once again nothing but self-assured charm.

Where, came a thread of Sapphire--their conversation would be secure; Carmine would make sure of it--that touched upon the Queen, have they been keeping you that we have not laid eyes upon one another until tonight, sweet one? One of the courts he did not likely frequent no doubt.

 

 

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