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Destiny ✗ Callisto & Mirabella

Time ♢ Seventeen years ago. Location ♢ High Palace, The Grandeur. Word Count ♢ 1,085 words. Summary ♢ Mirabella Realight returns from her trip to the Mines and teaches Callisto a valuable lesson in destiny.

#[oneshots]#[stories of the past]

ibrahimxrealight:

“Don’t worry. I have a very light sleep” Ibrahim said, yawning one time and there, he was awake. He smiled at the other and kissed his forehead. “I mean it. You did surprise me, as our bedrooms are far. Didn’t thought you’d come here” He wrapped his arms around his brother and sighed. He always slept better with him on his bed. He was about to close his eyes when the other said that. “Oh? Is something troubling your mind, Cal?” he asked, pulling a bit apart to see his half-brother’s eyes. “Even your body? We could work on that” he said with a little suggestive smile. “But if there’s something else going on, we should take care of that first.” he added, caressing the King’s hair.

No other person in all of Ashimar had the right to address him by a nickname aside from Ibrahim. Callisto very much preferred his royal position as the King of Diamonds and sovereign titles that goes along with it. His half-brother was the only exception. On a different, note, Callisto doesn’t remember the last time the two of them shared a bed, so he was grateful for this rare moment. He sighed deeply, unsure of a proper answer to Ibrahim’s question. “A lot, actually. Too many to list,” Callisto replied, a reasonable explanation for his restlessness. “Oh? But you’re always the best at tiring me out~” he teased playfully, a smirk etched across his face. “You know exactly how to render me exhausted. Then again, I often am left asking for more.”

#interaction:ibrahim01

ibrahimxrealight:

Ibrahim had a light sleep. Not only because of his Knight training, that had taught him to always be ready in case of an emergency that required his sword. But also because a certain half-brother sometimes would climb to his bed when he couldn’t sleep. It had been so long since that had happened, but the arm around him and the little kiss and nuzzle were too familiar. He turned around and brought Callisto closer to him “Hey there, my sunshine” he said, still half-asleep. “You can’t sleep, Cal?” he asked, kissing his forehead lovingly.

A soft gasp escaped Callisto’s lips upon knowing he’d awoken his half-brother up. He flashed a small smile, gazing at Ibrahim’s face in the pale moonlight shining through the windows. “I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep,” the young King stated, his tone apologetic and sincere. He scooted closer to the Knight and reveled in his warmth. “My mind seems restless,” Callisto explained, grazing his finger up and down his elder sibling’s bare chest. “Even my body is completely awake.” Only a few hours remained until sunrise. With a busy schedule in the day ahead, slumber was important.

#interaction:ibrahim01

@archdruiddragoslav

Taking a leisure stroll on this bright sunny day, Callisto was half-way across the small bridge when a runaway horse galloped over to his direction in lightning speed. The young King barely had time to gasp when he was knocked over the edge and down to the rapid waters below. He kicked and thrashed, looking above to see his guards trying to retrieve their beloved monarch. Unfortunately, the current was too strong to fight, carrying Callisto miles away from his palace. Despite lacking the talent to swim, he managed to stay above the surface to catch his breath every so often. Eventually, he reached a section of the river shallow enough to stand and walk to the rocky shoreline. Callisto coughed violently and gasped for air, his royal attire in shreds.

“H-hello!” he shouted, his voice booming throughout the area. “Is anybody here?” Callisto spotted a fellow nearby and made sure to capture his attention. "Please! You there! I need help..."

#interaction:henneke01

@ibrahimxrealight

Heaven knows why Callisto has been so restless lately. Sleep refused to grace him with its presence, resulting in the young King tossing and turning for the majority of the night. Finally, he groaned in frustration and rose up to take a walk outside. He informed the guards stationed at his door to not worry, explaining maybe a midnight stroll in the Castle might help with a blissful slumber. Holding a candle to illuminate the dark corridors, Callisto wandered the long hallways and stumbled upon his half-brother’s room. He silently entered and crawled across Ibrahim’s bed, wrapping an arm around him shortly after. Callisto placed a kiss on the Knight’s exposed shoulder and nuzzled against him.

#interaction:ibrahim01

lunellynolandmere:

Eamon shouldn’t have behaved like such a prude, he knew about the indecencies that wen ton behind closed doors– he’d lived through a few himself– but, despite that, he never expected he’d find himself standing on the edge between his idea of decency and the King’s in such an intimate setting; in Callisto’s private chambers. “There’s no problem Sire,” Eamon quickly spoke up, ignoring his own hesitations, as he gripped the edge of the plate he was holding as if his life depended on it. “I just– I…” he couldn’t even find the words to say, the argument to make, because he was far too distracted by the sight of the King– his King– licking the icing from his finger. Surely he had to know what he was doing; surely he had to know how uncomfortable an action like that would make him feel. “Yes Sire, you’re correct– well, you’re correct in my name, though as King you’re welcome to call me whatever you like. I– I know I shouldn’t argue but… despite it being such a calm day, I don’t feel like relaxing and joining you would do any good.” Somehow mustering the courage, or at least finding enough backbone to feign the bravado, he set the plate of cake down beside the King– so scandalously laid out on his own bed– as he tried to speak without tripping over his words like a child. “I just– I feel like there are more useful ways I could be serving you. Surely you want more done than someone simply sitting with you?” He let the question, the defiance, linger for a second before offering a soft sigh as he sank to sit on the edge of the bed with Callisto; quickly giving up his own argument, once again. “Though if that’s really what you want, I’d be more than happy to oblige your majesty. I live to serve you Sire… I just want to make sure that relaxing is, honestly, what you want me to do for you; or, rather, with you…”

Obviously there was a problem, otherwise the lad wouldn’t be so hesitant to heed his requests much quicker. Callisto heaved a sigh, expressing mild discontent. “You know lying to a King is considered treason, correct?” he rhetorically questioned, his eyebrow raised whilst awaiting a response. Honesty mattered a great deal to him, refusing to leave room for liars in his domain. Sure, Callisto hasn’t always told the truth on certain occasions, but royals were exempted from candor, at least to a certain extent. He brought more frosting to his lips and hummed in delight at the sweet treat. Callisto chuckled softly crawling over to the boy. “What else can I possibly call you other than your name?” he asked, flashing a warm smile. “Eamon suits you well,” came his endearing comment, caressing the servant’s cheek. Ah, defiance was an admirable trait, but Callisto despised insubordination. He was a spoiled Prince who hailed from probably the wealthiest Kingdom in Ashimar. No wasn’t an answer he accepted often. However, he understood Eamon’s wariness to relax. “I have an idea,” he spoke, reaching to unbutton Eamon’s shirt slowly. “I sense you’re uncomfortable. You shouldn’t be. I simply desire your company.” Undauntedly, Callisto’s lips brushed along the staff member’s jawline and up to whisper in his ear. “Lay down your worries and cares...” He ordered gently, intending to rid Eamon of all his clothing in a matter of seconds. Callisto demanded physical contact, pressing his body against the Butler’s now bare skin. “What should matter is serving me, yes? You can do so once you’re naked, darling. Or are you going to refuse me once again? The choice is yours.”

#interaction:eamon01

kingsimonobaje:

Simon knew the other dresses flashy more than the other kings in the kingdoms; Simon didn’t want that much attention to his clothing. He wasn’t into that at all, he liked to be basic and basic suited him. The young king wore the Tyric royal armor and a black overcoat, and of course top it off was his golden crown sitting on his shaved head. He knew the other judged his sense of style; he’d always done that for the longest. When he visited, he was always flashy even as a prince. ‘’ Well I was in the area, just came back from a meeting and thought I would stop by and see my favorite diamond king.’’

Hearing the other royal’s reply, Callisto took a mental note to have his guards deliver quicker messages on those who cross Landmere’s borders. He wasn’t comfortable knowing people, especially another King, entered his domain without faster notice, and planned on establishing a frontier patrol in the near future. “I’m very happy you’ve come to my realm, Your Grace. However, had I known sooner, a banquet would have been prepared for your visit,” Callisto stated, crossing his legs. He took another good gander at the man before him, restraining from critiquing his sense of style like in the past. Monarchs should really dress better, but Callisto said no such thing. At least Simon was good in the physical appearance department.

#interaction:simon01 #Location: Landmere Palace

dicconn:

“Huh? Eternally grateful? No need for the big words, fella. Just relax and make yourself at home.” Diccon nodded his head. “Are you hungry? I was just bout to whip something up for me and the rascals.” He pointed towards the kitchen. “We have some fresh ground beef in from one of the cows out there.” He nodded his head and smiled at the King’s smile. “Well, thank you, kind sir. I know it isn’t as lavish as what you are accustomed too, but it’s home to me.” He gave another bright smile. “Do your guards need somewhere to stay. The east side barn is ready, just need a few quilts and it’ll be even more comfty than the beds in here.” he joked, but was serious. “Well, King, did is how I do for all my company. And you are company under my care, so King or not, you will get treated like company.” He nodded. “Would you like a drink?”

“Ah, but there is a need for big words,” Callisto argued, fully aware he was exaggerating but truly meant his earlier promise. “You could’ve turned me away. Yet you didn’t, and welcomed me into your home. What person, regardless of royal status, wouldn’t repay you for such kindness?” How lucky he was to not only in the presence a generous host, but a handsome one as well. The farm owner in front of him was certainly pleasing to look at. “They’ll greatly appreciate your hospitality, thank you. A select few vowed to stay behind and guard my carriage. Perhaps we can bring quilts to them as well?” Callisto requested, caring for the welfare of all his subjects. “I have fresh fruits, cheeses and wine. A small meal sounds delightful, followed by much needed rest. Allow me to help you attain the beef. I could use some protein,” The young King replied, standing up from his seat.

#interaction:dicconn01 #Location: Dicconn's Farm Cyrell

dicconn:

“Boys go out back and sneak into Grandpa’s house and don’t come out until I say so.” He told his sons as he grabbed a dagger from his closet. He was alarmed, because no one ever came this late and he didn’t want anyone to hurt his baby boys or his father. As the eldest grabbed the infant and pulled along the middle brother, he slowly opened the door. What he saw caused his jaw to drop some. It was the King… King Callisto. The clean skin, the perfect dialect, and the jewels and gold only confirmed it. “Uh….” Diccon nodded his head. Stepping aside and hiding the dagger on a bench, he let the prestigious man into the house. “What-… why are you on this side of town? Without guard? Do you know how dangerous it is… especially for fellas like yourself, King?” He asked, cleaning up the main room. He honestly thought he was going to have to fend for his life, but it turned out to be the King, so he wanted it to look spotless. “Have a seat and I’ll ready a room for ya.”

In all honesty, Callisto was expecting a door to be slammed against his face. He understood aristocrats, let alone monarchs, weren’t always popular in the country side. To his surprise, the generous man welcomed him inside. Callisto dipped his head cordially and entered the house. “I am eternally grateful,” he spoke, taking a seat on the nearest chair. His eyes took a quick gander at the living room. The simplicity was very endearing, and quite different from the grandeur of his royal life. “You have a lovely home,” the young King commented, flashing another smile. “I was coming home from a business trip when my carriage has broken a wheel. We decided it’s best to wait until morning rather than travel by foot at night,” Callisto explained, and took off his leather boots. “My guards are close by. I thought knocking on your door with them by me might appear... intimidating. And so I came here alone.” Callisto nodded once more, watching the young male intently. “You needn’t tidy up. All I ask for is a bed to sleep on. Please don’t exert yourself any further.”

#interaction:dicconn01 #Location: Dicconn's Farm Cyrell

@dicconn

Having one of his carriage wheels impaired by a hidden sharp rock underneath the grassy plains, many of Callisto’s guards scrambled to find refuge for their King. The nearest village was over three hours away by foot, and the roads, even with soldiers, were dangerous at night. Luckily, a farm was spotted close by, and would make due as shelter for Callisto in the mean time. After knocking on the door, he smiled politely at the young man who assumably was the owner of the house. “Good evening,” he spoke as a formal greeting, folding his hands neatly. “Forgive me for the intrusion at this late hour, but by any chance can you spare a room?” Callisto asked, hoping to have a bed to sleep in until morning. “I bring gold and jewels. I can repay you for your kindness.”

#interaction:dicconn01 #Location: Dicconn's Farm Cyrell #[ooc: i hope this is okay!]

adrian-blackwell:

“I wouldn’t be anything but charmed my king.” Words flow smoothly out of his mouth. Compliments get you places, it was a thing he had learned over the years. He took a step forward and tilted his head up but of course kept his eyes down, often trying to think of what training a person have . “With all due respect my king, Even if we didn’t establish the borders, I’m certain that somehow they’re going the find a reason to create conflict. They, of course don’t like the fact that we did so but I assured them it was only necessary for us to protect Landmere.” He finished and gestured at the documents that need signing. “Is there anything else I can do for you, your Majesty?”

His eyes widened subtly upon getting a better look at the face before him, attempting to conceal shock and anxiousness. Callisto simply smiled and silently signed the documents offered before finally speaking. “Guards, leave us,” he suddenly commanded in a firm tone, waiting until everyone vacated the room. Once the two were finally alone, the young King pursed his lips, chin held up in unwavering confidence. “You’re a splitting image of your Father,” Callisto stated, steering the conversation towards the right direction. Might as well get this confrontation over with. “You have your Mother’s hair as well.” He swallowed hard and stood up from his throne. “I’m delighted to meet you at last, Prince Adrian.”

#interaction:adrian01 #Location: Landmere Palace

oskellweygrand:

The older man said nothing as the King began to speak, simply staring up at him from his spot on the throne. Of course, he knew that the other wasn’t the true Monarch - having married into the throne of Landmere just a handful of years ago, becoming the King as he wed the widowed Queen of Landmere - and he knew that the other came from a land outside of Eborune… but that did not mean that he had a right to cancel a long-standing arrangement. Even before the alliance between the Three Kingdoms was crafted just two years ago, Thika Forge was one that had been sought after for all purposes… and the men of Landmere often used their services. And Oskell wasn’t just going to sit by as the ‘Diamond King’ threw away that history.

“Forgive me fer sayin’ this, but I think ya aren’t takin’ Thika Forge seriously,” the forgemaster countered, moving to cross his thick biceps over his supple chest as he stared at the much younger man. “I understand ya go with what ya know, but I assure ya… Thika can do any job ya throw at it, and we can work with yer precious diamonds. Our smiths are all skilled, we’re sought after, and the mines cultivate a special mineral they only give ta us.” Uncrossing his arms, the gargantuan man took a step forward. “Ta cancel business with the forge without even givin’ us a chance to prove ourselves able to handle any mineral ya throw at us… s’insulting.” Not to mention that it was a spit in the face of the Kingdom of Tyric, but that was something he kept to himself.

“No apologies necessary,” Callisto assured him, now finding difficulty maintaining his smile. He certainly wasn’t about to be judged for his actions by someone from a neighboring Kingdom. The citizens of Landmere seemed to be contempt with his decree to adopt the Gliserian metalwork for weapons and armor. Plus, they needn’t rely on a rival business should conflict arise. Thika Forge could easily render them powerless in war by stopping shipments all together. In his mind, Callisto made the right decision, even if he did convey some suspicion. He wasn’t going to reveal his true intentions now, so better to fan the flames whilst the chance presented itself. There was no room for doubts during his reign, especially since a select few still didn’t trust him.

He nodded his head as the larger man spoke, feigning consideration and understanding. Thank the Gods for his impeccable skills to act, because in reality, Callisto had absolutely no thoughts of continuing negotiations with Thika Forge again, let alone Tyric, refusing to give the separate Kingdom an advantage over him. “I meant no offense, good Sir.” The royal sat up once more, fingers lightly squeezing the arm rests of his throne. “Like you, I’m only expressing nationalism for my home,” he continued to explain, finding arguing to be pointless at that point, but still very much needed. “I use Gliserian craftsmanship for armor on soldiers serving my Kingdom, and Landmere had to be included since I’m its ruler now.”

#interaction:oskell01 #Location: Landmere Palace

kingsimonobaje:

Simon advisor has been nagging him all month about going out more and keep trying to get him out of the palace but the king keeps refusing. So this time his advisor set up some sort of meeting, to meet with the king of Landmere which he didn’t intend of meeting anytime soon. The young king turned around and was pretty surprised by the other’s attire, it was so well out there. Can’t really find the words to describe it. ‘’ So you must be Callisto, it’s a pleasure meet you.’’

A soft chuckle escaped Callisto’s lips upon realizing who stood before him in his throne room. He took a mental note to talk with his Lord Chamberlain later for not properly informing him of a royal visitor. “The pleasure is mine, Your Grace,” Callisto replied, forcing a smile. At least in Landmere, people knew how to properly dress a King. Tyric’s incivility never ceases to amaze him. But for now, Callisto planned on being pleasant. “So what brings you to my domain? It’s been years since we last saw each other.”

#interaction:simon01 #Location: Landmere Palace

lunellynolandmere:

He tried, by the gods how he tried, but Eamon couldn’t help his gaze from lingering on the young Kings exposed skin. The three kingdoms of Eborune might have all, in their own rights, been different but even then they still shared a sense of… modesty… that Callisto seemed all too content in challenging; not that it bothered the butler. “I’m– I’m sorry, you called me here for that?” He questioned, his tone soft to show he meant no offense as he looked between the King and the pastry in question. Eamon wasn’t trying to argue, it was the last thing he wanted to do, but there was something about this scenario that bothered; mostly the fact that he could have been doing something more worthwhile to serve the King rather than simply eating cake with him. “I–” the argument was poised on his tongue, he was ready to ask if there was something else the King would rather him do, yet he saw the look in Callisto’s eyes; he could see how serious the other was so he swallowed his hesitation with a soft smile. “I appreciate the gesture, your majesty; I’d be honored.” Nodding to the man as he passed, Eamon approached the cake and lifted the knife into his hand. Cutting a generous slice for the king, he set it out on one of the serving plates before setting the knife back down so he could offer the dessert to Callisto. “Is this alright for you Sire? If you’d like I could cut you a larger– or perhaps smaller– slice?”

If permitted, Callisto would parade the streets of Landmere in as little clothing as possible. The weather was much colder in Gliseria, and he still needed to get accustomed to the climate of his current home. Besides, a little skin never hurt anyone. Callisto adored the wandering eyes of his subjects, whether admiration or disdain. Who doesn’t like a boost in one’s ego? Especially since the people of Eborune were so dreadfully conservative, Callisto found amusement in breaking the more traditional rules, silently smirking at the dropped jaws resulted from his almost scandalous actions. “Yes,” he replied, raising a brow as if his command wasn’t taken seriously. “Is there a problem?” Callisto questioned. Surely sharing a dessert with the King didn’t prove to be ridiculous by any means, or controversial for that matter. Luckily, the young servant finally obliged, bringing another smile to grace Callisto’s face. The royal laid on the large bed and made himself comfortable, positioned rather provocatively with only a strip of the blanket covering his crotch area as if he was completely naked. “It’s perfect,” he stated, slipping some frosting with his thumb to lick. “Eamon, correct? The Castle seems very calm today. Why don’t you relax and join me?”

#interaction:eamon01 #Location: Landmere Palace

mcnamaraloren-deactivated201712

The castle had many, many, rooms; people often found themselves lost as if it were a maze. Thankfully Eamon knew his way around, he knew every twist and every corner of those halls as if he’d lived their his whole life– which made it easier for him, especially know as he made his way through the corridors for an important meeting. Keeping to himself, in an attempt to avoid attention, he used the many hallways and shortcuts designed for the servants to move freely without being seen rather than sticking to the main halls like he usually did. Eventually Eamon reached his destination though, rather than opening the door quickly he hesitated in the hall. Looking to both ends of the corridor, making sure he wasn’t seen, the young butler smoothed down the front of his uniform to make sure he looked presentable before finally slipping in; gently pushing the door shut behind himself as he made his way into the King’s personal chambers. “I– I hope I haven’t come at a bad time, Sire, but I heard you were asking for me?”

@callistoxrealight

callistoxrealight

As many more months of his rule continued, Callisto noticed many of the staff in the Castle greatly respected him. Sure, he was a foreign ruler, made the sovereign monarch only by the former Queen’s orders, but Callisto earned his people’s love well. Each servant was honored to work in the Palace, not at all forced out of their will. A specific male has captured Callisto’s attention the few days, admiring his diligence and ethics, along with a physical appearance wonderful to look at. He turned his head upon hearing the door open, flashing a smile as the aforementioned visitor entered the room. “Yes, come in,” the young King spoke, unashamed to walk around his bed chambers wearing very little clothing. Exposed skin was highly scorned in Eborune for whatever reason, especially with royals, but Callisto often sported the traditions from his own Kingdom freely. “Indeed, I asked for you. I was wondering if you’d share this cake with me,” he replied, referring to the marvelous pastry sitting on the table.

#interaction:eamon01 #Location: Landmere Palace

adrian-blackwell:

Adrian mechanically bows his head, as he took in the king’s appearance before consciously putting his head done- a fear that someone he’s gonna be recognized for who he is . “ Adrian Blackwell” He said - now being someone trained to be the one being bowed it - it took him years to practice how to be the one doing so. “I’m was the knight sent to patrol and hold the boundaries and I am here to give you the report of the current state of our borders.” He didn’t actually need to be here- in fact he insisted that he should just leave the papers and have the king sign them and come back for them when they’re done. “Your signature is needed before I take it to the records master.”

Nothing brought Callisto greater satisfaction than to see people bow before him. To see everyone show reverence and admiration certainly boosted his ego. He perceived the handsome fellow to be a knight who originally came from Landmere rather than a Gliserian citizen transferred here via his command. “Charmed I’m sure, Adrian,” Callisto replied, taking a good gander at him once more. He furrowed his brow, finding how the other man avoided eye contact to be somewhat peculiar. “Lovely. I certainly hope there aren’t any conflicts with our neighboring Kingdoms. We’ve made our borders quite prominent.” The young King nodded his head, beckoning for Adrian to approach. “Come closer. There’s no reason for you to hide such a handsome face.”

#interaction:adrian01 #Location:Landmere Palace

oskellweygrand:

Out of all of the kingdoms in Eborune, the one he least liked to visit was Landmere. Not only did the people think that they were better than he because he was from Tyric and had little to no education, but with their current monarch being born of another land… It made things uneasy. Even still, however, Oskell found himself needing to do so in the name of the forge, and after taking the two hour ride - and even longer to get to the lavish Landmere palace - he was waiting in the monarch’s throne room. And as soon as he was faced with the young King, he felt himself turning his head to the side, but he made no move to bow or curtsy like the others. He may have been King, but he wasn’t his King.

“Oskell Weygrand, forgemaster of Thika Forge,” the brutish man stated in Runic, looking at the other for a brief moment. “Came ta ask ya why ya cancelled all business with the forge.” Thika was a highly renowned and respected forge, one that had many men from all over - even other lands - sending word through post or through carrier pigeon to send in their orders that would then be shipped overseas. Why Landmere, a kingdom that had used the forge for longer than he had been alive, would suddenly stop requiring the well-crafted wares of the forge was definitely suspicious… and something that needed to be rectified.

The pleasant smile never ceased to leave Callisto’s face even when the rather controversial topic was brought up. He sat up on the throne and crossed his legs, preparing himself for a reply capable of dissolving further issues in the near future. After all, as a King, keeping the peace was part of his job, at least for now. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” he began speaking and reached up to adjust the crown on his head. “Do forgive me for not formally setting up a meeting for us to properly discuss this matter. So many other things have just been on my agenda,” Callisto stated, thumb playing around with the ring on his index finger, attempting to diminish the tension already present in the atmosphere of the room.

At last, Callisto was ready for his justifications behind cancelling business with the other man. “As you know, I’m from a different realm outside of Eborune. My Kingdom greatly values beauty, similar to how Landmere treasures knowledge,” he explained, folding his hands. “My soldiers are sporting the finest of silver armor, equipped with an impenetrable diamond breast plate to protect them,” the young King explained, his voice smooth and fluid. “Your forge does spectacular work. However, I’m afraid none can trump over the intricate designs and craftsmanship manufactured only by Gliserian experts.” As if Callisto was going to abandon trade and dealings from his own homeland simply to keep traditions going where he currently ruled now. However, he kept his true reasoning a secret. “Perhaps we can do other negotiations?” Callisto suggested, awaiting a response.

#interaction:oskell01 #Location:Landmere Palace

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