Her father was dead, he head breathed his last breath not too long ago. And when he did. Freyja didn't give him a burial, for a while she didn't do anything; but eventually she moved. She moved away from his bedside and started packing, for the journey she would have to make to Ishgard. But she only cared to take the most essential things, everything else she abandoned. The woman had travelled with one of her horses, the rest had been set free. Along with all her other animals. She would have no use for them now anyway. Freyja was devastated from the loss of her father of course, the man had been her rock for so many years and yet-now with him gone. She felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt free, free to do what she always planned on. The timing couldn't be more perfect; since when she arrived in the capital, the Festival of Frostcrown was in full swing. But Freyja didn't care much for the first few days; there were like appraisers to her. No, she was waiting for the main course; the ball. Freyja had rented a tavern room, and stayed there until it was time.
And when the day finally came, she was more than ready. She had dressed up for the occasion, of course, so she wouldn't stand out. And well; she was planning on dancing. But not like all the others' no, she would dance like her kind had done. Back in the olden days. The woman walked through the courtyard, there weren't many people here, despite the fact the gardens were very much open to the public. Freyja suspected most of the crowd was in the castle. Which was good, but still the woman decided to continue on to an even more secluded part of the garden. One where no one would ever dare to look. Freyja waited patiently when she arrived at the preordained meeting spot. She waited, for a very special individual.
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Wed Jan 11, 2023 7:21 pm
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Yadriel Casterel
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The sky had been set aflame that day as the frostcrown sun slowly descended into twilight. Breaking through the white clouds were beams of white, yellow, and orange lights reaching towards the calm water of the Crystal Stream. Honoring its name as it glimmered on the water. Yadriel had been sitting in his favorite spot, with the best view over the water. He waited for the sun to go down as he took in nature's treasure.
She would be waiting for him in the gardens. And together, they would celebrate the twilight ball in their own way. Or at least, that was what they had planned. Like other things they had planned before. It would be for the people. It was necessary. It was the only way. That is what she'd told him. That is what he believed for a long time. But not anymore. Uncertainties and doubt had filled his mind. Was it really the best course of action? What would happen after? With them? With the people? He had hoped to push it away because he didn't want to fail her, but as he walked into the gardens, he realized he couldn't do it anymore. This was not the only way, at least not according to him. Not anymore.
When he joined her, she'd know something was wrong. He wasn't dressed for the occasion like she was. He had decided to leave his special ball attire at home, as he didn't need it to blend in. He found Freyja in a more secluded part of the garden. As she stepped out of the shadows, his gaze met hers. Determination in her eyes. She was ready. His eyes had the same kind of emotion. But he was determined to do something else. The air crackled in the cold frostcrown night sky.
She preceded him into the gardens, and he followed quietly. His breathing was shaky from nervousness. He grabbed her wrist as they passed the frozen fountains, turning her to face him. "I...I can't do it." A mix of the nerves he felt and the willpower to stop their plans was visible in his eyes. ”We shouldn't do this. It's not the right way.” He kept his voice low enough so nobody would overhear him or be alerted, but his urgency was clear.
「R」She would be waiting for him in the gardens. And together, they would celebrate the twilight ball in their own way. Or at least, that was what they had planned. Like other things they had planned before. It would be for the people. It was necessary. It was the only way. That is what she'd told him. That is what he believed for a long time. But not anymore. Uncertainties and doubt had filled his mind. Was it really the best course of action? What would happen after? With them? With the people? He had hoped to push it away because he didn't want to fail her, but as he walked into the gardens, he realized he couldn't do it anymore. This was not the only way, at least not according to him. Not anymore.
When he joined her, she'd know something was wrong. He wasn't dressed for the occasion like she was. He had decided to leave his special ball attire at home, as he didn't need it to blend in. He found Freyja in a more secluded part of the garden. As she stepped out of the shadows, his gaze met hers. Determination in her eyes. She was ready. His eyes had the same kind of emotion. But he was determined to do something else. The air crackled in the cold frostcrown night sky.
She preceded him into the gardens, and he followed quietly. His breathing was shaky from nervousness. He grabbed her wrist as they passed the frozen fountains, turning her to face him. "I...I can't do it." A mix of the nerves he felt and the willpower to stop their plans was visible in his eyes. ”We shouldn't do this. It's not the right way.” He kept his voice low enough so nobody would overhear him or be alerted, but his urgency was clear.
Fri Jan 20, 2023 1:21 am
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Freyja Nygård
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Winter is coming
When he had found her, they walked together-venturing deeper into the gardens. Farther and farther away from the castle. The lighting became dim, and soon the two of them were only just barely illuminated. Darkness had the benefit of obscuring many things. But Freyja could see the uncertainly well in Yadriels eyes. She had tried to ignore it; she hoped that it wouldn't get the better of him. And that he would; despite his doubts. Stick to the plan they had made. But then he grabbed her wrist, causing the woman to stop abruptly. He hadn't said a word-yet, Freyja knew it was all over. It was a suspicion all but confirmed by the words he spoke. The woman knew he was looking at her. Perhaps he hoped to sway her into thinking the same if he looked desperate enough. And perhaps he was right; and that was the reason why Freyja. Had her head turned away from him. Her eyes were glued to the frozen fountain they were standing next to. Her orbs had focused on the frozen water in particular. Ice-was; cold, unyielding and yet determined- unchangeable. Freyja's gaze hardened, and yet she still didn't face the man before her. "Do not worry." She said, her voice-entirely neutral. Not betraying anything. Freyja took a deep breath and straightened herself. "You won't have to do anything you do not wish too- I can handle it all by myself." The woman then moved her hand under her cloak- almost as if she was reaching for something hidden under it.
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Fri Jan 20, 2023 10:33 pm
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Yadriel Casterel
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Freyja didn't look him in the eye. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on the ice. He hoped it was because she knew he was right, and if their eyes met, she would yield to the same feelings of doubt he had. For a brief moment, he felt hopeful about changing the outcome of this night. That hope vanished quickly once she opened her mouth, though. ”No.” He said, his voice now stern and probably louder than he realized, as it bounced off the icy fountain and echoed through the garden. ”You won't. I can't let you do this.” Yadriel finally realized that he wasn't able to change her mind. Not here and not now. So it was up to him to stop her. He stepped closer to block her path. He had to get her out of there now. Not just for the Ylindars but especially for Freyja. He wasn't going to let her risk her life over this. He saw her hand reaching into her cloak. ”You are coming with me.” He demanded, attempting to grab her wrist once more
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Freyja Nygård
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This wasn't how it was supposed to go- Yadriel was her partner, one of the very few people she had chosen to place her trust in. And he betrayed her. The woman couldn't really give less about the fact that he did; but more the way he chose to do it. For he seemed dead set on ruining their-no, her plan. The woman felt cornered, with him blocking her path and once again firmly gripping one of her wrists. He wanted her to come with him, though it was more a demand than a suggestion. Freyja's other hand was still free, she had wanted to place on her hip. A purely innocent action, but Yadriel had lost all faith in her, she supposed. Though, he wasn't wrong to think that way. Freyja scoffed as she struggled against his ownership of her wrist. "Let me go." She hissed at him. Though unlike his, her volume was still rather low. But he wouldn't let go. And the woman started to become a little desperate. They were drawing attention to themselves like this; and that was the last thing she wanted. If she still wanted to proceed with what she originally had set out to do, she needed to make Yadriel stop. In one way or another. So she stopped struggling. And sighed, her face was full of defeat. She stayed like that for a few moments. Before, her eyes fluttered back to meet those of the man before her. And then she stepped closer. Until their bodies were almost pressing against another. "You go on ahead without me." She whispered softly. "I'll join you shortly."
And then she stabbed him, her knife hadn't been hidden under her cloak, but that didn't mean she didn't carry one. She had too-it was a vital part of the plan. Though, she didn't want to have to use it so early in the evening. Her sharp blade pierced the flesh of the man, and she quickly covered his mouth with her hand. To muffle any sounds he made. Freyja didn't know how many she had buried the knife into his chest. She only knew that she ceased her efforts when he stopped moving, completely. As a true huntress, she looked him in the eyes the entire time. She wanted her cold eyes to be the last thing he will ever see.
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And then she stabbed him, her knife hadn't been hidden under her cloak, but that didn't mean she didn't carry one. She had too-it was a vital part of the plan. Though, she didn't want to have to use it so early in the evening. Her sharp blade pierced the flesh of the man, and she quickly covered his mouth with her hand. To muffle any sounds he made. Freyja didn't know how many she had buried the knife into his chest. She only knew that she ceased her efforts when he stopped moving, completely. As a true huntress, she looked him in the eyes the entire time. She wanted her cold eyes to be the last thing he will ever see.
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Sun Jan 22, 2023 1:45 pm
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Yadriel Casterel
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He expected her to struggle and maybe even fight, and Yadriel was willing to fight her if he had to. Holding a firm grip on her wrist. She was a strong woman; she was truly one of her people, which he had always admired. But now he wished she was just a damsel, one he could pick up and throw over his shoulder. He tried to pull her back with him. Ignoring her hostile pleas to be led go. A struggle ensued between them, but Yadriel managed to hold on tight to her. All of a sudden, she stopped. He turned to see the defeat on her face. His face slowly turned to one filled with relief. Did she finally understand? ”I promise you, we'll find a better way.” He said, in an attempt to reassure her. It was understandably hard to change plans like this. After the things they'd done together. The time and trust they invested in each other. She finally looked him in the eye, this fierce woman of the north. For a moment, he felt his heart jump as she stepped closer to him. He looked down at her face, only barely visible in the dark, as she whispered for him to go ahead. But as he opened his mouth to protest again—he wasn't letting her out of his sights until they were safely back home—he suddenly felt it.
The ice-cold blade. He looked down, shocked. As if he couldn't comprehend what the woman just did. A deep groan left his mouth, and he tried to hold on to her hand and the hilt. The ice-cold metal felt searing hot, but then she pulled back, and he felt his life force drain. He looked into her eyes, completely baffled. His mind couldn't stick to one single thought anymore. Just the fact that this was happening, over and over again. He didn't have any control over the sounds or the precious air that pushed out of his mouth and lungs every time she pushed the searing blade back in. The pain, at first barely noticeable, was now screaming in his mind and throughout his body. He tried to stop her instinctively. Sticky and wet, his hand slipped every time she pushed back. At some point he uttered her name, but she had covered his mouth with her other hand. He collapsed from his rapidly dwindling strength. His chest was on fire. Like a bag full of holes, leaking hot lava. And all the while she stared down at him. Until the stars began to dance in front of his eyes, filling his vision. He coughed, dripping from the mouth and then everything went black. Once his body finally stopped moving, he could hear her walk away, through the fog of his dying mind. As his pulse grew weaker and weaker...
「R」The ice-cold blade. He looked down, shocked. As if he couldn't comprehend what the woman just did. A deep groan left his mouth, and he tried to hold on to her hand and the hilt. The ice-cold metal felt searing hot, but then she pulled back, and he felt his life force drain. He looked into her eyes, completely baffled. His mind couldn't stick to one single thought anymore. Just the fact that this was happening, over and over again. He didn't have any control over the sounds or the precious air that pushed out of his mouth and lungs every time she pushed the searing blade back in. The pain, at first barely noticeable, was now screaming in his mind and throughout his body. He tried to stop her instinctively. Sticky and wet, his hand slipped every time she pushed back. At some point he uttered her name, but she had covered his mouth with her other hand. He collapsed from his rapidly dwindling strength. His chest was on fire. Like a bag full of holes, leaking hot lava. And all the while she stared down at him. Until the stars began to dance in front of his eyes, filling his vision. He coughed, dripping from the mouth and then everything went black. Once his body finally stopped moving, he could hear her walk away, through the fog of his dying mind. As his pulse grew weaker and weaker...
Sun Jan 22, 2023 3:51 pm
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Arianna Ylindar
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i've lived my life both good and bad,
definitely not as light as a feather
definitely not as light as a feather
Tonight was something that Arianna had only ever dreamed of. A handsome stranger had appeared and captivated her unlike anyone else had before. When they were dancing all Arianna could see was Lloyd's piercing eyes, while everything around then disappeared. And after.. She could only smile at the thought of him kissing her under the mistletoe. It felt like today was a fairytale.
With a rather dreamy smile that had been gracing her face ever since, well, she wandered through the gardens of her home. Without her paying much attention, the Princess had wandered quite far off into the gardens. There wasn't a guard following her either, since her companion and her had managed to carefully dodge those when heading back to the party. It had been a mistake, she'd soon find out.
Suddenly, a pair of voiced reached her ears, yet only very faintly. For the first time she noticed just how far she had actually wandered off. Very carefully, she peeked around the high hedge she had been quietly walking behind. Her hazel eyes spotted two people, seemingly in an argument. She didn't know them, she couldn't even make out their features in the dark of night. Who else would find themselves this far in the dark gardens but those burdened by darkness themselves? Their hushed voiced told her no one was supposed to hear this, yet she could still make out some of it. ”You won't. I can't let you do this.” What was about to happen? Instinctively, Arianna hid further behind the hedge, but made sure she could still see what was happening through the leaves. And she prayed to Raanan no one would hear her, for she feared the worst was about to happen.
The intruders weren't far away, they could find her out at any moment. If they did, she could only imagine what they'd do to someone like her. But their ruinous intent appeared to be shortlived. She let a shaky and mostly silent breath leave her lips as they started to leave. This would give her a chance to hopefully make her way back to the castle. However, her relief was shortlived. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the woman plunge a knife in the chest of the man. Her hand covered her mouth, in the fear that anyone would hear a sound leave her lips. But it didn't. All she could do was stare at the scene in front of her in silence, nailed to the familiar grounds. She watched it play out until the man sank to the floor, the life slipping from his body at a rapid pace. As her dark eyes were focused on his body, she barely noticed the woman leaving. Until the other was gone and there was nothing left. Only the cold air filled with a deathly silence.
What had just occured left Arianna like an empty shell of the person she had been just minutes ago. Her eyes had filled with tears that were now falling slowly. She emerged from the darkness, slowly dragging her feet to the man on the ground. A whimper left her lips as she looked helplessly around, what was she supposed to do now? There was no one but them, if it was even them. Perhaps the man was already gone. But she heard a ragged breath leave his lips, making her kneel down by his side. Her hands found themselves on the wound in his chest, as if she was trying to press down to stop the bleeding."I'm sorry," she said, her voice breaking as she looked in his eyes. She could barely even comprehend what was happening now, let alone could she save him.
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With a rather dreamy smile that had been gracing her face ever since, well, she wandered through the gardens of her home. Without her paying much attention, the Princess had wandered quite far off into the gardens. There wasn't a guard following her either, since her companion and her had managed to carefully dodge those when heading back to the party. It had been a mistake, she'd soon find out.
Suddenly, a pair of voiced reached her ears, yet only very faintly. For the first time she noticed just how far she had actually wandered off. Very carefully, she peeked around the high hedge she had been quietly walking behind. Her hazel eyes spotted two people, seemingly in an argument. She didn't know them, she couldn't even make out their features in the dark of night. Who else would find themselves this far in the dark gardens but those burdened by darkness themselves? Their hushed voiced told her no one was supposed to hear this, yet she could still make out some of it. ”You won't. I can't let you do this.” What was about to happen? Instinctively, Arianna hid further behind the hedge, but made sure she could still see what was happening through the leaves. And she prayed to Raanan no one would hear her, for she feared the worst was about to happen.
The intruders weren't far away, they could find her out at any moment. If they did, she could only imagine what they'd do to someone like her. But their ruinous intent appeared to be shortlived. She let a shaky and mostly silent breath leave her lips as they started to leave. This would give her a chance to hopefully make her way back to the castle. However, her relief was shortlived. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the woman plunge a knife in the chest of the man. Her hand covered her mouth, in the fear that anyone would hear a sound leave her lips. But it didn't. All she could do was stare at the scene in front of her in silence, nailed to the familiar grounds. She watched it play out until the man sank to the floor, the life slipping from his body at a rapid pace. As her dark eyes were focused on his body, she barely noticed the woman leaving. Until the other was gone and there was nothing left. Only the cold air filled with a deathly silence.
What had just occured left Arianna like an empty shell of the person she had been just minutes ago. Her eyes had filled with tears that were now falling slowly. She emerged from the darkness, slowly dragging her feet to the man on the ground. A whimper left her lips as she looked helplessly around, what was she supposed to do now? There was no one but them, if it was even them. Perhaps the man was already gone. But she heard a ragged breath leave his lips, making her kneel down by his side. Her hands found themselves on the wound in his chest, as if she was trying to press down to stop the bleeding.
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if i told you about
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like i'm the sun?
the darkness inside of me,
would you still look at me
like i'm the sun?
Mon Jan 23, 2023 12:04 am
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Yadriel Casterel
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After the heat, his body started to feel cold. Starting with his hands and feet, quickly moving through his body. The color on his face was as pale as the moon and stars above him in the night sky. A dark pool started to form around him. Thawing the white snow and frozen ground he had fallen on. He barely noticed any of it through the fog of his mind. Fearful, numb, and helpless, he waited for what was inevitable. Alone in the dark.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth and pressure on his chest. This caused him to groan involuntarily and take a painful breath. His eyes turned to the moonlit face of a beautiful young woman. A servant of Ranaan? Such a beautiful creature could only be here to take him back to his beloved deity. As she spoke, the fog in his mind lifted enough for him to recognize her; Princess Arianna. His hand, weak, stiff and cold, grabbed her arm.”Princess,” Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. This was his last chance to stop Freyja. ”Your father... in danger...” His eyes turned to where Freyja had disappeared only moments earlier. "She's going to kill him; you have to... stop her... warn him." With the last bit of his strength, he tried to push her to move. ”Quickly.. Go!” His voice sounded raspy and labored, but his words were clear. He hoped it was enough. For the last time, he turned his eyes up to the star-filled night sky as a wave of immense relief came over him. And then, finally, a painless peace.
「R」Suddenly, he felt a warmth and pressure on his chest. This caused him to groan involuntarily and take a painful breath. His eyes turned to the moonlit face of a beautiful young woman. A servant of Ranaan? Such a beautiful creature could only be here to take him back to his beloved deity. As she spoke, the fog in his mind lifted enough for him to recognize her; Princess Arianna. His hand, weak, stiff and cold, grabbed her arm.”Princess,” Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. This was his last chance to stop Freyja. ”Your father... in danger...” His eyes turned to where Freyja had disappeared only moments earlier. "She's going to kill him; you have to... stop her... warn him." With the last bit of his strength, he tried to push her to move. ”Quickly.. Go!” His voice sounded raspy and labored, but his words were clear. He hoped it was enough. For the last time, he turned his eyes up to the star-filled night sky as a wave of immense relief came over him. And then, finally, a painless peace.
Mon Jan 23, 2023 10:23 pm
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Arianna Ylindar
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i've lived my life both good and bad,
definitely not as light as a feather
definitely not as light as a feather
The night that had started as a dream now showed the true colours of a nightmare. Hidden behind the fairytale-like events of tonight was a story of horrid torment. One that would stain the Princess' memory for the rest of time. Arianna couldn't even think about how lovely it had all been anymore. The only thing on her mind was the colour of the blood that stained her gown. A tormented reality now ensued.
There was no use to her trying to save him, deep down she knew it. But it was human instinct to want to help him. Her hands trembled as she tried stopping the wounds, to no effect. She didn't think about the fact that he had been in on the plot that was unfolding in front of her eyes. Not until he spoke and her eyes widened as she looked at his face. Her breath stilled as he spoke of her father. Her father was in danger. A whimper rolled over her lips as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. It couldn't be.
The man urged her on, grasping onto her arm. A frightened gasp left her lips as she felt his cold hand around her arm. It felt like Raanan had already taken him, yet he was still hanging on. He pushed her away from him, which made the Princess fall backward slightly. Finally, he got through her and she awakened once more. With a shaky breath she got herself up to her feet. The man urged her on again. She had to go, quickly. A defeated sob left her lips as she shook her head. But just like he had told her, she started running.
For the first time the cold got through to her. It pierced her skin as she ran through the gardens. It kept her awake, urged her on in the most painful way. She ran as fast as she could, as she ever had. She is going to kill him. The voice was the only thing that echoed in her head. If she wasn't in time, the only chance of saving her father was gone. Arianna had already lost her mother, as well as her brother. She couldn't go through it again. She couldn't handle losing the one person she was closest to in this world. So she had to stop her, warn him. Raanan could take her too, if he wished, but not her father.
At last the Princess made it to the castle. She didn't stop once, she didn't look at anyone but ahead. Her vision was blurred because of the tears falling down her face. Sobs left her lips as she pushed away those wanting to step in her way. From the corners of her eyes, she saw the shimmering armour of the guards starting to move towards her. But she didn't stop for them. She turned in the hallways of the palace until she reached the ballroom. As she arrived at the top of the small set of stairs, many eyes turned towards her. There was the Crown Princess of Ravaryn: a jewel that had fallen apart, with her shimmering gown drenched in blood. She started to push her way through the crowd to find her father, if she possibly still had the strength. But she had to go on, for there was only one thing that mattered now.
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There was no use to her trying to save him, deep down she knew it. But it was human instinct to want to help him. Her hands trembled as she tried stopping the wounds, to no effect. She didn't think about the fact that he had been in on the plot that was unfolding in front of her eyes. Not until he spoke and her eyes widened as she looked at his face. Her breath stilled as he spoke of her father. Her father was in danger. A whimper rolled over her lips as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. It couldn't be.
The man urged her on, grasping onto her arm. A frightened gasp left her lips as she felt his cold hand around her arm. It felt like Raanan had already taken him, yet he was still hanging on. He pushed her away from him, which made the Princess fall backward slightly. Finally, he got through her and she awakened once more. With a shaky breath she got herself up to her feet. The man urged her on again. She had to go, quickly. A defeated sob left her lips as she shook her head. But just like he had told her, she started running.
For the first time the cold got through to her. It pierced her skin as she ran through the gardens. It kept her awake, urged her on in the most painful way. She ran as fast as she could, as she ever had. She is going to kill him. The voice was the only thing that echoed in her head. If she wasn't in time, the only chance of saving her father was gone. Arianna had already lost her mother, as well as her brother. She couldn't go through it again. She couldn't handle losing the one person she was closest to in this world. So she had to stop her, warn him. Raanan could take her too, if he wished, but not her father.
At last the Princess made it to the castle. She didn't stop once, she didn't look at anyone but ahead. Her vision was blurred because of the tears falling down her face. Sobs left her lips as she pushed away those wanting to step in her way. From the corners of her eyes, she saw the shimmering armour of the guards starting to move towards her. But she didn't stop for them. She turned in the hallways of the palace until she reached the ballroom. As she arrived at the top of the small set of stairs, many eyes turned towards her. There was the Crown Princess of Ravaryn: a jewel that had fallen apart, with her shimmering gown drenched in blood. She started to push her way through the crowd to find her father, if she possibly still had the strength. But she had to go on, for there was only one thing that mattered now.
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if i told you about
the darkness inside of me,
would you still look at me
like i'm the sun?
the darkness inside of me,
would you still look at me
like i'm the sun?
Mon Jan 23, 2023 11:58 pm
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Freyja Nygård
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Winter is coming
Freyja had grown up around death, her siblings had all died before they even had a chance to live. And her mother-was killed during a hunt. Despite that; she had never really mourned. It simply wasn't a thing in their culture. Precisely because it happened so often. It wasn't a special occurrence anymore, but something constant. Like the harsh winter, that returned every year. And just like that hateful season, one didn't have any influence over it. It simply came and went. Perhaps that was a rather cynical way to look at things; but that was the view she was raised with. It had the benefit of ridding her of the fear of death. Something that came in handy with the dangerous life she led, she had to put it on the line constantly just to survive after all. But it also made her place little value on her life. It wasn't a precious thing to her. Perhaps that's why she threw it away now like she did. Freyja knew that when she had plunged her blade in Yadriels chest that she wouldn't make it out of this place alive. Even if she had fled. She would surely be found by the king's agents sooner or later. And then it would've been all for nothing. No, she had to seize the moment while she still could. Even if it would only accelerate her own demise. That was why she had spoken her words to Yadriel, promising him that they'd see each other again soon. But that he had to go ahead without her. But Freyja had also made another promise; not to him, but to her self. That if she would go. She would take the king with her.
Orion Ylindar, she hated him. She hated everything he stood for. He had taken away the life her ancestors had lived and transformed it into something else, hidden behind castles, strung up in gowns and overcoats. Creating countless rules. Freyja's people had been free once, they didn't have a king. They simply lived how they wanted, yes it was savage, but it was also beautiful. But now-all that was on the brink of being lost. And it was all the fault of the royal family. Her hatred ran deep, it was rooted so far into her soul that it was one of the few things that really defined her. It was generational, of course. She had vivid memories of her father sowing the seeds into her from a young age. Something she was sure; his father had done before him. The hatred the freefolk/wildlings, as her people were sometimes called. Transcended through the ages.
Freyja had made a run for it, when she was certain that Yadriel was sufficiently dealt with. Her blade was hidden under her cloak again as she, with haste; made her way towards the castle. She didn't know if she had blood on her or not, but she didn't care. There was no time to care; she had to be swift now. Like a deer evading the fangs of a young wolf. The huntress had thought of use her powers, to just transform into her chosen animal and attack the king that way. But had decided against it in the end. It was too risky. She had to do it the old fashion way. And she would; however, she was severely slowed down. Especially when she entered the ballroom, there were people everywhere. It was almost impossible to maneuver through the crowd. The huntress could hear the silent gasps of the ladies and the annoyed scoffs of the gentlemen when she pushed and shoved them aside. But then she saw him, overlooking the ball. Not on his throne, but on the dance floor. Talking to someone. Freyja's heartbeat quickened. It couldn't be more perfect. He had his back to her. And his attention somewhere else. Freyja straightened herself as she came to a slow halt. But her eyes stayed glued on the king. Slowly, the made her ways towards the man. Though one wouldn't know it if they didn't pay close attention, they would think she was simply making her way from one end of the ballroom to the other. But then she drew closer and closer, her hand reaching under her cloak. Where this time; her blood stained knife was hidden. Her heart was pounding now, and everything around her fell away. It was simply her and her prey.
And then with a swift motion, she lunged forward, attacking the king. Not aware of the mistake she had just made.
Orion Ylindar, she hated him. She hated everything he stood for. He had taken away the life her ancestors had lived and transformed it into something else, hidden behind castles, strung up in gowns and overcoats. Creating countless rules. Freyja's people had been free once, they didn't have a king. They simply lived how they wanted, yes it was savage, but it was also beautiful. But now-all that was on the brink of being lost. And it was all the fault of the royal family. Her hatred ran deep, it was rooted so far into her soul that it was one of the few things that really defined her. It was generational, of course. She had vivid memories of her father sowing the seeds into her from a young age. Something she was sure; his father had done before him. The hatred the freefolk/wildlings, as her people were sometimes called. Transcended through the ages.
Freyja had made a run for it, when she was certain that Yadriel was sufficiently dealt with. Her blade was hidden under her cloak again as she, with haste; made her way towards the castle. She didn't know if she had blood on her or not, but she didn't care. There was no time to care; she had to be swift now. Like a deer evading the fangs of a young wolf. The huntress had thought of use her powers, to just transform into her chosen animal and attack the king that way. But had decided against it in the end. It was too risky. She had to do it the old fashion way. And she would; however, she was severely slowed down. Especially when she entered the ballroom, there were people everywhere. It was almost impossible to maneuver through the crowd. The huntress could hear the silent gasps of the ladies and the annoyed scoffs of the gentlemen when she pushed and shoved them aside. But then she saw him, overlooking the ball. Not on his throne, but on the dance floor. Talking to someone. Freyja's heartbeat quickened. It couldn't be more perfect. He had his back to her. And his attention somewhere else. Freyja straightened herself as she came to a slow halt. But her eyes stayed glued on the king. Slowly, the made her ways towards the man. Though one wouldn't know it if they didn't pay close attention, they would think she was simply making her way from one end of the ballroom to the other. But then she drew closer and closer, her hand reaching under her cloak. Where this time; her blood stained knife was hidden. Her heart was pounding now, and everything around her fell away. It was simply her and her prey.
And then with a swift motion, she lunged forward, attacking the king. Not aware of the mistake she had just made.
"Winter is coming."
Tue Jan 24, 2023 12:48 am
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Orion Ylindar
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We've All Got Light And Dark Inside Us
We've All Got Light And Dark Inside Us
The Twilight Ball was an occasion the King of Ravaryn used to look forward to when he was younger. Surrounded by his brothers and sisters, he'd make the ballroom seem like their playground. As they grew older, that playground had turned into a hunting ground in which he and his brothers would play a game of chance. It was all about which one of them would make the prettiest lady of the court swoon in their presence.
Over time, however, the ball room became less filled with the people he cared about most, as they all started to disappear. The image of his younger brothers was still stuck in his mind, even though they nowadays found themselves in Raanan's light. Even the image of his wife, who had always stood by him during this celebration, was still so vividly there. These were such fond memories he had. And in time they only became stronger as the years without the other people in them went by.
In spite of the sorrow he felt, tonight was not only about remembrance. It was about looking towards the future. While some around him had departed and could only be remembered, he was blessed to make new memories too. His children were the light that still shone so bright in his life. Watching them do what he did with his own siblings back in the day was the best thing he could ever ask for. They were not only the hope of Ravaryn, they were also the ones that nowadays gave him hope.
The regal man had been talking to one of the guests, patiently listening to what the other had to say. With his back straightened and his hands folded together in front of him, he looked every bit the King he was supposed to be. His gaze briefly moved towards the mirror on the wall and he could feel himself sigh internally. If his regular appearance wouldn't do the trick, his father's crown on his head would. Just as he was about to muse another thought, however, his gaze shifted ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed, yet only briefly, one of his hands moved slowly to the heft of his sword. They were the little mannerisms that most wouldn't notice, but Orion had definitely noticed something.
Before the assailant could strike the King had already turned towards her. In one smooth motion he had drawn his sword, displaying the skill that only a man with years of experience could possess. He had blocked the attack of the unknown woman with his own sword, very briefly standing right in front of her. His eyes displayed a merciless judgement towards her while his posture had remained remarkably calm. It had been a mistake attacking a keen-eyed fighter like himself, the woman would now know. All this had happened in seconds, after which the audience around him was physically and mentally taken aback and guards came rushing in. He pushed the woman away in a sudden display of strength. Right into the arms of two of the royal guards. Quickly, his eyes wandered around the crowd. They were instantly stuck on one person before he looked towards the attacker once more. Orion walked towards her with a rare fury in his eyes, lifting his sword up to her neck. "Who are you?" He asked her in a cold tone that would make those around them cower in fear. The King would not have this servant of death hurt him, nor his family. If she had she'd die at the hands of the Gods, if not his own. For there would be no mercy for those who betrayed those who were not only in his heart, but the heart of the country.
Over time, however, the ball room became less filled with the people he cared about most, as they all started to disappear. The image of his younger brothers was still stuck in his mind, even though they nowadays found themselves in Raanan's light. Even the image of his wife, who had always stood by him during this celebration, was still so vividly there. These were such fond memories he had. And in time they only became stronger as the years without the other people in them went by.
In spite of the sorrow he felt, tonight was not only about remembrance. It was about looking towards the future. While some around him had departed and could only be remembered, he was blessed to make new memories too. His children were the light that still shone so bright in his life. Watching them do what he did with his own siblings back in the day was the best thing he could ever ask for. They were not only the hope of Ravaryn, they were also the ones that nowadays gave him hope.
The regal man had been talking to one of the guests, patiently listening to what the other had to say. With his back straightened and his hands folded together in front of him, he looked every bit the King he was supposed to be. His gaze briefly moved towards the mirror on the wall and he could feel himself sigh internally. If his regular appearance wouldn't do the trick, his father's crown on his head would. Just as he was about to muse another thought, however, his gaze shifted ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed, yet only briefly, one of his hands moved slowly to the heft of his sword. They were the little mannerisms that most wouldn't notice, but Orion had definitely noticed something.
Before the assailant could strike the King had already turned towards her. In one smooth motion he had drawn his sword, displaying the skill that only a man with years of experience could possess. He had blocked the attack of the unknown woman with his own sword, very briefly standing right in front of her. His eyes displayed a merciless judgement towards her while his posture had remained remarkably calm. It had been a mistake attacking a keen-eyed fighter like himself, the woman would now know. All this had happened in seconds, after which the audience around him was physically and mentally taken aback and guards came rushing in. He pushed the woman away in a sudden display of strength. Right into the arms of two of the royal guards. Quickly, his eyes wandered around the crowd. They were instantly stuck on one person before he looked towards the attacker once more. Orion walked towards her with a rare fury in his eyes, lifting his sword up to her neck. "Who are you?" He asked her in a cold tone that would make those around them cower in fear. The King would not have this servant of death hurt him, nor his family. If she had she'd die at the hands of the Gods, if not his own. For there would be no mercy for those who betrayed those who were not only in his heart, but the heart of the country.
Thu Jan 26, 2023 1:33 am
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Freyja never had to factor in the presence of mirrors whenever she made a kill before. Then again, there were no mirrors in the forest. But this was a ballroom. It was a fatal mistake. For it caused him to see her before she could even touch him. And thus block her attack. The woman groaned in frustration when a loud sound could be heard, echoing through the room. It was the sound of steel hitting one another. Her blade against his sword. Freyja wanted to push forward. But she wasn't strong enough. She looked the man, who only seconds ago seemed like the perfect target, dead in the eyes. His stare was cold and full of judgement. But so was hers in return. The surrounding crowd had gone still, the music had stopped. Everything and everyone present in the room seemed to be focused on them. That was until the guards stormed into the room. Closing in on her. And when they did, she knew there was nothing more she could do. So when the king, pushed her into the arms of the armed men. She let herself fall. They held her tightly, too tight. It caused her to hiss out in pain. But she didn't struggle, for that would surely only make it worse. She watched as the king stepped forward, his posture was clam and collected. Yet there was this anger in his eyes. It reminded her of a raging storm. The huntress inhaled when she felt the cold steel of his sword being pressed up against her neck. "Who are you?" When those words reached her ears, the only reaction she gave was spitting in his direction. After which, she did decide to struggle against the hold of the king's men had on her. Violently. Perhaps a bit too much so, for, thanks to all her flailing about. She lost the ring she had on her. The precious thing fell on the floor, and when she noticed that it had. The woman went completely still. Her eyes fell on the piece of jewelry before she slowly turned back to the king. "Someone you've been seeking for a long time, your majesty."
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Tue Jan 31, 2023 7:21 pm
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A sparkling vision of promise had turned to a figure of death. The eyes of the wise King landed on his daughter, who was standing amongst the crowd. Her once beautiful dress was covered in an alarming red stain, as were her hands. He knew instantly she hadn't been involved in an aloof accident with a servant. She had encountered Raanan and his servants. The only matter was that Orion did not know if his deity would come to take his beloved daughter too. It frightened him, knowing that she was possibly hurt. Yet it also brought a change upon him.
In a matter of seconds a fury unlike anything else had appeared in the monarch's eyes. If he were to find out she had hurt his family her life would end right now, cut short by the icy steel of his blade. As he witnessed his daughter desperately trying to hasten past the other people, pushing those in her way aside, he looked back to the failed assailant. He approached her at a quick pace, placing his sword right underneath her chin. He did not move when she spat at him, for her attempt did not reach him. It was a mere pathetic display of her failure. She was slithering like the serpent sent by the forgotten deity, her mind had been taken over by a creature from the darkest depths of their world.
Then, amidst the silence that had befallen on the ballroom something fell out of the woman's cloak and onto the floor. The eyes of the King followed the object until it layed still right in front of him, shimmering slightly in the candlelight. A ring. His eyes darted to the culprit, back to the ring. Slowly he reached toward the ground, never averting his sword away from her. No warrior would underestimate his opponent. Finally he looked down at the golden ring in his hand. And when he did, his entire world came crashing down.
In his hand he held the ring he had given his eldest son the day the boy turned sixteen.
The engravings showed the Ylindar family crest: a chalice surrounded by stars. He remembered just how excited Regulus had been when his father handed him the meticulously crafted piece. It was a piece fit for a prince, one the man could recognize anywhere. As Orion looked down at the ring an unsteady breath left his lips. He could feel his throat run dry and his knees wanting to buckle as his realisation unfolded. Then, once more, the woman spoke. Slowly, the King looked up at her. His eyes bore the same fury as before, now mixed with betrayal and most of all, hurt. While he had come to live with the feeling of not having his son around, he hadn't yet dealt with the emotions that would surface once his son would be no more. Now, there was nothing left.
The ancestral blade hadn't been lowered from the woman's neck. Not once had the King let his arm shake or falter away from the predator. He was hardened in his training as a soldier. But on the inside everything was starting to feel numb. And as he looked at evil embodied, standing right in front of him, he knew she would pay. For all the hurt she had caused his country, his family, him, she would pay. He lowered his sword and took a step away from her.
"This woman has tried to diminish our country and is a traitor to the crown," he said, his voice clear as crystal. His cold eyes were focused on the traitor and her alone. "But she has not prevailed, nor will treachery ever." He announced around the ballroom, knowing all the eyes of the kingdom were still upon him. "The ball is over." The King commanded around the room in an intimidating tone that would make many quiver. He turned to his right hand guard. "Scour every last bit of the castle, make sure no other traitor is hiding amongst our midst." He spoke in a stern tone to him. "Let your guards take my family to their chambers, see to it that they are safe." He commanded. Right now, his family was the only thing that was on his mind.
The guard he had spoken to started to carry out the orders he had given. He could see the other guards being put to motion as they started leading people to the exit of the castle. Other guards headed outside and down the halls to start their search. But that was not what Orion wanted to see. He wanted to see his children safely escorted. When he did, he turned his attention to the traitor once again.
"Take her to the dungeons." Orion spoke to the guards as he took a few steps closer to the woman. Right until she could see every single emotion hiding behind his grey eyes. "Your efforts have been for nothing and you will pay with your life. I will see to it myself." He said softly to her. She would be questioned and put to trial. The last time she would ever feel outside air on her skin was the day she would lose her head and meet her maker.
With Regulus' ring still clutched in his hand, the King turned around and started walking away. His guards joined him by his side as he left the ballroom to find his family. His one most important duty was protecting those who he had left. In that, he had already failed once. He could not fail again.
In a matter of seconds a fury unlike anything else had appeared in the monarch's eyes. If he were to find out she had hurt his family her life would end right now, cut short by the icy steel of his blade. As he witnessed his daughter desperately trying to hasten past the other people, pushing those in her way aside, he looked back to the failed assailant. He approached her at a quick pace, placing his sword right underneath her chin. He did not move when she spat at him, for her attempt did not reach him. It was a mere pathetic display of her failure. She was slithering like the serpent sent by the forgotten deity, her mind had been taken over by a creature from the darkest depths of their world.
Then, amidst the silence that had befallen on the ballroom something fell out of the woman's cloak and onto the floor. The eyes of the King followed the object until it layed still right in front of him, shimmering slightly in the candlelight. A ring. His eyes darted to the culprit, back to the ring. Slowly he reached toward the ground, never averting his sword away from her. No warrior would underestimate his opponent. Finally he looked down at the golden ring in his hand. And when he did, his entire world came crashing down.
In his hand he held the ring he had given his eldest son the day the boy turned sixteen.
The engravings showed the Ylindar family crest: a chalice surrounded by stars. He remembered just how excited Regulus had been when his father handed him the meticulously crafted piece. It was a piece fit for a prince, one the man could recognize anywhere. As Orion looked down at the ring an unsteady breath left his lips. He could feel his throat run dry and his knees wanting to buckle as his realisation unfolded. Then, once more, the woman spoke. Slowly, the King looked up at her. His eyes bore the same fury as before, now mixed with betrayal and most of all, hurt. While he had come to live with the feeling of not having his son around, he hadn't yet dealt with the emotions that would surface once his son would be no more. Now, there was nothing left.
The ancestral blade hadn't been lowered from the woman's neck. Not once had the King let his arm shake or falter away from the predator. He was hardened in his training as a soldier. But on the inside everything was starting to feel numb. And as he looked at evil embodied, standing right in front of him, he knew she would pay. For all the hurt she had caused his country, his family, him, she would pay. He lowered his sword and took a step away from her.
"This woman has tried to diminish our country and is a traitor to the crown," he said, his voice clear as crystal. His cold eyes were focused on the traitor and her alone. "But she has not prevailed, nor will treachery ever." He announced around the ballroom, knowing all the eyes of the kingdom were still upon him. "The ball is over." The King commanded around the room in an intimidating tone that would make many quiver. He turned to his right hand guard. "Scour every last bit of the castle, make sure no other traitor is hiding amongst our midst." He spoke in a stern tone to him. "Let your guards take my family to their chambers, see to it that they are safe." He commanded. Right now, his family was the only thing that was on his mind.
The guard he had spoken to started to carry out the orders he had given. He could see the other guards being put to motion as they started leading people to the exit of the castle. Other guards headed outside and down the halls to start their search. But that was not what Orion wanted to see. He wanted to see his children safely escorted. When he did, he turned his attention to the traitor once again.
"Take her to the dungeons." Orion spoke to the guards as he took a few steps closer to the woman. Right until she could see every single emotion hiding behind his grey eyes. "Your efforts have been for nothing and you will pay with your life. I will see to it myself." He said softly to her. She would be questioned and put to trial. The last time she would ever feel outside air on her skin was the day she would lose her head and meet her maker.
With Regulus' ring still clutched in his hand, the King turned around and started walking away. His guards joined him by his side as he left the ballroom to find his family. His one most important duty was protecting those who he had left. In that, he had already failed once. He could not fail again.
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