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Everything’s conquered, now it’s time to chill <3
Sorry for my absence. I’ve been super sick for the second time in two months and I’ve been extra stressed out due to life. And on top of it I took my truck in for an alignment and they completely broke my control arm on it and I can’t drive it. So it’s going to be super slow replies on my part.
CAHIR || @cealach
He was shaking and it was not from the cold. He wanted to weep, though remembered he had vowed to himself he would have never wept ever again. Cahir had been so eager to prove himself, to show Emhyr he was worthy of the trust deposed in him. It had been a simple extraction, nothing more, nothing less. He had trained so intensely for that day, the day when Emhyr would look upon him and deem him worthy of working for the Empire.
And how he had admired Emhyr, nearly loving him, if he hadn’t done so! Emhyr had been everything Cahir had sought to become: a man of authority and power whose breath alone was enough to command the respect of those around him. But, how gravely mistaken Cahir had been! Emhyr was a cruel man who used those in his service, seeing them as disposable pawns, as it seemed fit according to his whims. And, perhaps, Cahir would have found a way to build himself again, to heal from the red, hot blade of the Emperor’s words. But to see his father like that? It had broken something in him that would never be the same ever again.
As the Emperor approached, Cahir stood to his feet. He knew begging was pathetic, useless, for the weak. If he was to be stepped on, then at least let it not be said Cahir begged like a beaten dog. “Then,” he began, “Punish me! Do whatever you wish: torture me, skin me alive, make a disgrace out of me to your Court, smear my name. But, let my father go!” His request was firmly spoken, his glance never faltering or lowered. “It was me who has failed this task, me who has so disappointed you that you now cannot even bear to look at me. It was me, not him! I will take whatever you want to do to me. Gladly. I won’t even scream. If you must, take out your anger and disappointment on me, not my father or anyone else.”
Deep down, Emhyr didn’t enjoy having to do this. He didn’t enjoy torturing good men and he didn’t like having to make a mockery of those who hadn’t served him wrong, but he had to make sacrifices at times, like any other good ruler. He had made sure that when he became Emperor that he’d rule with an iron fist and make his enemies quiver at the thought of him. He’d wanted them to fear Nilfgaard and they did. And he needed his people to be afraid to doublecross him. He wouldn’t be overthrown, not like his father had when the usurper had taken the throne.
He had thought he’d groomed Cahir to be exactly what he needed and maybe he still was, but he hadn’t succeeded. It was upsetting to know that his daughter had been so close to being home and that she’d escaped so easily.
“Listen to me boy, I thought you better than to keep running your mouth with such disgrace. Straighten up, stop slouching and stop whining. Now.” He wasn’t going to keep listening to it. “Your father is home, where he belongs and being tended too. I punished him because I knew how it would affect you. I see your soft heart, you’ve let it get in your way of duties. I won’t torture you, because that’s what you want. Now I want you to sit there and go over what happened to me again. Just because you’ve failed, doesn’t mean I won’t be sending others after Cirilla.”
AVALLAC’H || @arcaenelle
“Does it truly take such drastic measures to inspire respect in the hearts of those who choose to follow you?”
Despite them being humans, Avallac’h was looking into the situation from a more professional stance. Sadly, there was guessing that a society where savages called the shots, only savages would grow of it. And savagery was a meal served both ways hot and cold, depending on how one side treated the other.
Without any further words on the matter, for no further words were needed in order to express how exactly the sage felt in regards to Emhyr’s tyranny, crystalline eyes, at last, found the emperor’s stare, so adamant it was a wonder he didn’t turn all those he looked long enough at into stone.
“A position within your ranks, for instance, is bound to make evident to your subjects whom you place certain measure of confidence in with a particular set of tasks of… hm, shared interest.”
Again, the last thing Avallac’h could ever wish for was to be drowned in a sea of irrationally lengthy titles. But alas, humans spoke the language of labels and labels was the language they used to name that which they could not fully comprehend, if only because their limited intellect would not allow them such.
“Sometimes in order to keep the peace, you must strike fear in those who are beneath you. I watched my father rule strongly for thirteen years and yet he was overthrown and murdered by a Usurper. I won’t make the same mistakes as he did. You can earn respect but you have to understand how to keep it.”
And if Emhyr had to bend their will, then he would. He’d maintained his place as Emperor for nearly twenty years now. He’d fought his way through countless wars, he’d conquered countries and was not about to watch it all crumble because he couldn’t keep his people in line.
His daughter would learn to do the same. She wouldn’t lose the legacy he had created for her.
“Then a position you will have. Royal Advisor seems applicable, I believe. You’ll guide young Cirilla then. She already trusts you and I’m placing my trust in you as well to advise her so she will be ready to take the throne. Don’t disappoint me, Sage.”
Lamia and the Soldier, reimagined.
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Ciri: You ruined my life!
Emhyr: Pff, that's not true.
Emhyr: I haven't even been a part of your life, how could I ruin it? I wasn't even there.
I’m going to attempt to get my shit together this week because I’ve done nothing on any blog and I’m just tired and stressy. I’ll be trying to queue up what I owe and build up a good queue for Feb because I’m going to be super busy at work. Please have patience with me.
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@aepxintrea sent "You do realize I will never call you 'father'?"
He hadn’t expected that she ever would. They were strangers in every single way besides blood and yet he’d sent those to the end of the world to bring her back to him. He wanted to know her, but it was clear where everything stood between them. They would never be a family, no matter how he yearned for it. The man she considered her real father was beyond those doors waiting for her and it truly hurt. He’d not felt pain for a long time, hadn’t considered he still could. Looking at her, he tried not to think about how she looked much too close to her mother and hadn’t gotten really any considerable traits from him besides her stubbornness and will to push forward. Perhaps they were more similar then he believed.
Either way, he’d ask her to be his heir still. She was still his despite the fact that he’d not held her since she was just a girl. “I understand, I don’t expect that from you.” He did, however, expect only one thing from her. “Despite that, I am still your father and you’re my heir. I didn’t hire Geralt to bring you to me for a reunion in hopes you’d want to be a family, Cirilla. We have our duties and you have a legacy to uphold. I want to make you publically as my heir. You’ll be Empress, you’ll rule these lands and I’ll make sure you’re ready when I step down.”
Emhyr var Emreis.The White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies. Emperor of Nilfgaard.
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Avallac’h’s eyes, which screamed non-human due to their unnaturally pale hue and characteristic contour that outlined the icy crystal blue in them, seemed to have taken a very peculiar sort of interest in a portrait of a young Cirilla looking so sullen in a pink gown that he was certain the artist took picture perfect quite literally. An amused, subtle snort disguised as a breath left him before Emhyr had his attention again, though the elf committed to mind to make mention of the caricature to his ward later when they crossed paths again.
“Although your concern stands on firm roots, I’m afraid to say the field upon which it grows is barren. Zireael has been fighting off her better instincts to the best of her ability. It is unlikely of her to, as you’d put it, run rampant around the continent again once having promised to stay.”
Unless, of course, destiny forced her hand, in which case Avallac’h was to make sure she stayed out of harm’s way, by his understanding.
“What of your people? Though I’ve duties of my own to mind, I’m hardly opposed to returning to this noble building upon seeing them accomplished. Your subjects, however, are bound to find it odd, if not altogether unsettling, to have an elf promenading with the Swallow in tow.” As an elven sage, he knew that to be true, for dh’oine oft clung so stubbornly to titles and all that aristocratic jargon that their individuality was lost amidst so many labels.
Emhyr had a great understanding that the Sage before him could do as no other could when it came to helping his daughter master the powers she held. When he was younger, he’d watched her very own Mother nearly level the castle in which they’d been in Cintra and he had no doubt in his mind that Cirilla could do the very same if she was so pleased. He hoped the elf before he could do as Emhyr had been told he could or else they’d face worse problems.
“Promises mean nothing, it’s actions that show. I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” Emhyr knew that there was the possibility that the Sage would ask questions, however, Emhyr was fully prepared to answer them. “My people will do as expected of them.” It wasn’t a secret that the Emperor was fond of the Elder Races. If he brought Avallac’h in to help Ciri then any questions needn’t be asked. He was full in his right to do as he pleased.
“You seem to have worries about what I’ve asked of you. My subjects will keep in line if they don’t wish to be beheaded in front of their country. What do I need to do in order for you to agree? I’ve expended my resources in trying to find someone adequate to help my daughter.”