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Crown Prince Augustus Myre | Crown Prince of Medes | Rome Flynn
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Lord Hand Gabriel Solis | Hand of the Sollian King & Head of House Solis | Oscar Isaac
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Prince Taiyan Argos | Prince of Argonia & Colosseum Fighter | Lewis Tan
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@kingdomcrows sent 16. for Kovinder
There were certainly perks to having powerful sorcerers within your father's royal court. While they helped to ensure smooth sailing for the voyage that brought them there, there were also some... advantages that came with their abilities that Augustus found himself not minding to take advantage of. And even if the "apprentice" before him was technically old enough to be his father, and then some, the fact was that he was objectively attractive and Augustus was someone that enjoyed having pretty things around.
"Fuck, your mouth is magical," the prince couldn't help but groan as he worked his cock in and out of Kovinder's mouth with rhythmic thrusts before he pulled his cock out completely, watching the trail of saliva that connected his bulbous cock head with the mage's lips. "I could spend the rest of the evening fucking that wonderful mouth of yours, Kovinder, but that would be a disservice when I want to see how well you taste, too... But what should I taste first? Shall I try your magical staff, or let you see how my face fares as a throne?"
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@kingdomcrows
Onyx eyes remained focused as a whetstone slid across his blade, the scrape satisfying as he polished the weapon he would, more than likely, wield in his next fight. The prince was someone that participated in the colosseum often - usually alternating between fighting the beasts and fighting other participants - so this was not unusual for him... but this time it wouldn't be his fellow Argonian's he'd be fighting. No, it would be the men of the varying kingdoms across Metia, those that wanted to participate to bring glory to their country...
And he was more than willing to show them the might of Argonia, let them taste the metal of his blade.
"If you've come to congratulate me on my fight, I'm afraid you're a little early," Taiyan spoke, having caught the reflection of someone approaching in his blade. "My next fight isn't for a few hours yet."
@powerforgcd
One thing that Taiyan liked to do when he was getting ready to partake in one of the fights was meditate. It helped him clear his head, get him into the mindset he needed to be in - one wherein he made sure that skill and logic would overcome emotion - and with recent events, he definitely felt that he needed it more than usual. Surrounded by so many foreigners, ones that seemed to have little to no respect for their culture and their customs, left a sour taste in the prince's mouth and he wanted nothing more than to close their borders and send everyone away.
But that was not something he could do, for he was just the third born prince, not the heir or his spare. All he could do, really, was revel in the fact that he would be able to compete against their warriors and show them the true power of Argonia. That even if they had been hiding, they were not weak.
These thoughts centered him as he breathed in and out, until he heard footsteps approaching. "I assume you have a good reason for interrupting me?"
@acesofmetia
Standing along a balcony that oversaw a large portion of the crowd in the colosseum, the prince of Argonia couldn't help the sneer that spread across his features. So many foreigners were on their land, tarnishing their culture with their presence, and all because his father had wished it so. It was something that he, personally, didn't quite agree with and he had wished that his father would have asked for his opinion - or at least the opinion of his elder brothers - before deciding to invite the rest of Metia into their country.
The only saving grace was that he knew he would get a chance to compete in the Colosseum against them, to show off his might.
The heavy footfall of steps approaching had the prince shift his attention over his shoulder, and he couldn't help but chuckle lightly when he saw who it was. "Ah, Lord Commander... You honor me with your presence," he stated, grateful that it was someone he recognized. "Here I was beginning to think that I wouldn't be able to find another Argonian... These people are swarming like flies... It's disgusting."
@powerforgcd
Five years ago, the kingdoms were at war and Argonia was nothing but a distant memory, a warning to the kingdoms of what could happen if one wasn't careful. Now? Now they were in Argonia, in one of their grandest cities getting ready to watch men fight to the death - or near death, really - for the sake of sport. It was hard to wrap his mind around, especially given the fact that so many people had died in the war not too long ago, but Augustus understood that this was, perhaps, a good opportunity to learn more about Argonia and establish a connection with them. Maybe not an alliance, per se, but definitely trade routes.
And he could enjoy the festivities while he was there too, right?
Within the colosseum grounds, the prince of Medes held a goblet of wine as he perused the parchments that indicated the upcoming fights. The names that he was familiar with he made sure to make a mental note of watching, possibly putting some money on - at least, those that he knew were formidable fighters - but there were some that he didn't know enough about.
"Hmm," Augustus thought aloud before he shifted his attention to the man next to him. "Pardon me, ser, but I was wondering... Who do you have down for fight seven? I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with either participant."
@princeofbergia
One of the great many things that Augustus found that he enjoyed about living in a time of peace - apart from the peace itself, that is - was the amount of feasts and parties that one could attend that were thrown in your honor. And while the feast he was at in Themys was not one thrown in his honor, Augustus still found himself enjoying his time as he schmoozed with the various dignitaries and nobles that attended, being sure to be extra polite and charming to the Argonians that he crossed paths with. After all, they were the ones that had invited him - and the rest of the Metian royals, really - to their city to partake and revel in the Colosseum fights.
As he stood in front of an Argonian, establishing a potential trade deal between Medes and their keep, he caught the sight of a familiar face and immediately he wanted to go over and find him. Of course, he didn't - he waited until he was finished conversing with the Argonian noble, shaking his hand as the deal had been made (with a mental note to see if their Master of Coin could finalize it), before he made his way over to the prince that he wound up dancing with at the Dove Concord.
"Prince Roderick... I'm pleased to see that you are here. It is good to see a familiar face among the crowd." Although it had him curious, as he was sure the man's guard was no doubt close by - he doubted the King and Queen of Bergia would allow a repeat of what happened at the Dove Concord happen here. "Though I'm sure my words mean nothing, please know that I was sorry to hear about what had transpired with your brother, and I am glad to have heard he's making a fine recovery... Please know, of course, that if there is anything that I or the kingdom of Medes can do to help you track down your brother's would-be killer, we would be more than willing to help." Not only to show comradery in this time of peace, but also to hopefully clear their own name as well.
@amareillmare
The crown prince of Medes couldn't help but be amazed at the beauty of Argonia, from its buildings to its culture, as he found himself standing in one of their ancient cities. Before now, Argonia had only been a thing of history books, a warning of what could happen to kingdoms that didn't thrive and prosper, but now... now it was something that he wanted to learn more of. Not only so he could better understand the other inhabitants of the continent of Metia, but also to simply learn - he had already learned the Sollian tongue, after having found it beautiful the first time he had heard it, and he was brushing up on Bergian culture as well - so to find out that there was this kingdom hidden away from them? It was intriguing, to say the least.
Of course, he could tell that the atmosphere was tense. There had been some evidence that had some people speculating Medes' involvement in the Bergian prince's assassination, and he knew that eyes were upon the Myre family as everyone wondered what would they do next - and as his father's golden prize, the one set up to take his spot on his father's throne when it was his time to wear the Medesi crown, he knew that he would have to navigate this and remind people of who they were. Generous, friendly people that only wanted the betterment of their kingdoms, and another war would only be detrimental to that.
Still, advice was something that the prince knew he still needed - even if he was reaching his thirtieth nameday within just a few more years, he knew he wasn't too old to seek out counsel. And with his brother busy, Augustus decided to seek out the next best thing. His father's own counsel, Amare.
"Lord Hand," the crown prince started as he approached the nobleman, his cousin, with a soft smile upon his lips that had his dimples just barely itching into his cheeks. "May I have a moment of your time? I could use your words of wisdom if you would will it."
@kinglucerys
As they sat at the table for their evening meal, the Hand sitting close to his King's side, the nobleman couldn't help but feel a bit... uneasy about the situation at hand. Sitting in a dining hall within a castle that lied in a once-extinct - or so they thought - kingdom, Gabriel certainly felt on edge as he picked at his dinner. Was he being paranoid? Possibly, but he also knew that it had to have been no coincidence that Argonia suddenly rose from the ashes like a phoenix shortly after the life of a foreign royal was nearly taken during the Dove Concord. It was too suspicious, and he had a feeling that this inclusion of the Argonian's was nothing but a trap.
"I don't like this, your grace," the Hand spoke as he turned to look at the King, setting his utensils aside. "I cannot help but feel we walked right into a viper's pit, waiting for them to strike..." The sense of unease was one that he couldn't shake, though he hoped that he was just overreacting and that he wasn't right... that this wasn't some sort of trap laid out by the Argonians. "I suggest we ensure that there is a member of the guard with you and your family at all times... But also... I think it might be wise to begin considering securing alliances with the other kingdoms. Surely they, as well as I, are of the belief that something isn't right here in Argonia."
@powerforgcd
It was hard to believe that only a few short moons ago, the very idea of Argonia was lost to history and now he was sitting within the very kingdom that he had thought no longer existed. Everything was pristine, beautiful, perfect... But almost too perfect. It had the nobleman feeling uneasy, almost as if there was something that the Argonians were planning to pull and he couldn't quite calculate what it could be.
That left him on edge, as he usually prided himself on being able to anticipate what his opponents may think, what they may do, so he could plan accordingly and prevent any tragedies from befalling the Sollian royal family... And he definitely believed that it was no coincidence that the Argonian empire just so happened to reveal itself after the attempted assassination of a foreign royal. The timing was too perfect.
"Atreus, a word, please" the Sollian nobleman spoke as he approached the dragon rider with his hands behind his back. "Tell me, what do you make of our... most gracious hosts?" His words were calculated, careful in case there were listening ears nearby that wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation - but he was sure that Atreus would only speak plainly if he knew that no one was near.
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The kingdom of Argonia had finally revealed itself to its western neighbors, and while it was certainly great that they were able to flaunt their superiority over the other kingdoms, what Taiyan hadn't expected was for his father to invite the other kingdoms into Argonia to watch - and even compete - in the Colosseum. It had the Argonian prince angry, wondering why his father would want to insult their community, their kingdom, their culture by inviting foreigners into their mix, desecrating the sanctity of their society. The only thing, really, that Taiyan saw was a plus was the fact that he would be able to face any of the men from the other kingdoms and beat them to near death, showcasing the talent and strength of Argonia - of the Argos dynasty.
Of course, Taiyan was no fool, either. He knew that he wouldn't be allowed to go all out, not wanting to show every technique he had learned alongside his elder brother, Yizhu, when he had completed training by House Lacon... There was no way that he would allow the foreigners the privilege of seeing such techniques... Unless it was it in true battle. Even if his father would welcome the rest of Metia into their lands with open arms, he would be mindful to keep some pieces of their culture close to his chest.
With so many men out and about, though, the prince of Argonia was growing weary of playing host and he headed to the training yard to practice with his body, let off some steam. No one else was around, or so he had thought, as he removed pieces of his armor until his chest was bare, rigid muscle exposed as he moved into position. Today, he would only practice with his body, his hands and feet weapons just as deadly as any blade he wielded, and he assaulted the training dummies in a barrage of punches, kicks, elbows, and knees in a way that was almost like a dance, choreographed with precision and strength in mind.
But even with his mind focused on the dummy before him, he noticed that he had gained an audience - if you could call it that, for it seemed to be just one lone figure - but he paid him no mind until he finished his bout of training. "You know, it is not nice to simply stare at a man while he trains," Taiyan spoke, turning his attention to the younger male as he faced him fully, his body now glistening from a light sheen of sweat that coated his skin.
"Otherwise, he might take it as a challenge and decide that you are better to train against than a dummy. Lucky for you, I can tell that I would get more out of a dummy than I would you." The words may have burned, but Taiyan was not a man that would lie - the man that stood before him, possibly still a boy, was young and looked nearly fragile enough that a strong breeze could blow him away.
"Hopefully you were able to learn something by watching me."
@solisvesper
Fingers thrummed against the wood on the top of the desk, a low hum rumbling in the back of his throat, as he looked out the window that oversaw the city of Themys. Finding out that the country that he had once thought extinct and just a faded memory was a thriving kingdom was certainly astounding, and even more astounding still was that he was sitting in the country of Argonia. So much history, lost to the rest of Metia, and his mind was itching to search for anything he could get his hands on in the hopes that it would uncover some of the truth that had been hidden to Sollia and the others, but he was also wary.
After all, it had to be of no coincidence that Argonia revealed themselves shortly after an assassination attempt on a Metian royal, so he knew that he would need to keep his guard up. The last thing he wanted was for any member of the royal family, his kin, to wind up with the same fate as the Bergian prince.
"Andres, my prince," the Hand spoke as he shifted his attention to the young male in the room with him. "I understand if you may be curious about this kingdom. I, myself, am curious... but you must be cautious and you must have a member of the guard with you at all times. We cannot let the Argonians make a folly out of us."
from behind his mask of tempered gold, aurelius watched the event unfold.
amongst peacocks and bears, he was a bird of paradise, preening his feathers delicately through conversations and talks with other nobles, other lords, studying and slathering. in every brush of an encounter, aurelius made sure to present his best smile, to boast his charitable side. but he did not linger for long. a good king may be loud and too overtly jovial, but a smart king knew how to keep his distance, his subjects' interest, and his own sense of mystery.
augustus had all the markings of a smart king. damn proud he was for the entrance his son had made, arriving gloriously late to the festivities in pure myre splendor. when he saw the other wading through the crowd, aurelius smiled and waited. sooner than later, the prince was before him. had he grown taller during the voyage? the sea had that particular affect. after all, all myres were once forged by the waves.
“at ease, prince augustus,” aurelius intoned playfully, nodding at the other's display. “you are forgiven, not for the delayed arrival but for thinking i would be insulted. the theatre you put up with your late arrival.” his lips curled in an amused smile. “great work, my gold prize.” from a nearby attendant's tray, he snatched up two flutes of sparkling liquor and handed one over to his son. “so tell me, how was the journey? the trade went well? how many coffers did you manage to secure?" he asked.
Truthfully, when Augustus had departed from Medes to the island nation he had been sent to trade with, he had thought he would have had plenty of time to make it before the Dove Concord, that he knew he would be able to enter alongside his parents and his siblings in a grand show of elegance, showcasing the splendor of the Medesi family. Part of him wondered if his father would have been upset by his lack of arrival, that he hadn't shown up with the bulk of their navy as their mages' magic revealed their fleet as they came into the harbor, but he was glad to see that his worries had been assuaged.
After all, a late entrance was still a spectacle and as they announced his presence, all eyes had been placed upon him - looking at the gold and white of his outfit with orange sewn across the lapels and wrists to accommodate his house colors, and an intricate gold mask that covered his eyes but also accentuated the amber in them quite well, it was very easy to see that he would turn heads. And, of course, everyone that he had encountered had been treated with the same respect and dimpled smile, from the servants to foreign dignitaries, until he found his father.
"Only thought you would be insulted because of the thought you put into our arrival, father. It is a shame that I wasn't here to witness the others' reaction to our fleet emerging from the fog that the mages created." He was sure it was, no doubt, a sight to behold. "But trade went well, father. So well, in fact, that I must admit, part of the reason of our late arrival is because our ship is far heavier than before, given the gold we have stored. Our coffers will certainly be happy to see just what we have secured from our island neighbors."
Pausing, the prince took the flute of liquor from his father as he let his eyes glance around the room. "And how are the people here? Any you think will be susceptible to my charm? Any that you think would be prudent for me to schmooze to secure an alliance with?"
