Of the Earth

Roslyn Melia Greyne, Lady of Iatris.

[guardiangreyne]

lady waterstone ; of eyden:

Elaine chuckled at Lady Greyne’s retort, nodding at the image in her head. While it was certainly a funny scene to imagine, she too doubted the Queen would have approved of it. “Older siblings can be quite the nuisance sometimes. My brother was not overly thrilled to be here, and so he was not overly thrilled that I dressed up to such an extent. He thinks I might catch a cold, or something equally trivial.” She knew her brother was being overcautious, because of what had happened to their parents when she was nursing a cold, but she was still sad to see him being so weighed down by it. He seldom had fun anymore, and all his time was spent protecting her, or protecting the kingdom and advising Daphne and William.

“Crows are lovely! I ran out of things to use as inspiration, and I thought this might also commemorate my home.” She smiled at the guess, nodding. “Yes, Eyden.” At the question, her smile dropped, recalling the events at the wedding, and what led to it - her Queen spoke of her dreams before the summit in Iatris, and now Noctifera. “It is, yes. I have never had the opportunity before, but I am looking forward to exploring it. And what about you? Have you visited Noctifera before? Or any other kingdom?

ALL THE SIBLINGS WERE THE same to a fault. Rowena probably overly worried about her, too and it wouldn’t surprise her if she came to her one of these days to tell her just how worried she was. She loves her sister truly, but sometimes that protection can be overbearing - though she was rather the same. “Siblings do behave more like parents sometimes.” She hummed in reply.

Roslyn shrugged, shaking her head in reply. “Nah, never before. But, I’ve been to Eyden on a few occasions with my sister and her court. I’ve made a friend there and I think you might be acquainted with her, lady Elis Caliadne?” She asked with a friendly smile and a tilt of her head. “Did you like Iatris on your visit? I’d be happy to show you around if you choose to visit us again.”

[guardiangreyne]

Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

There was a sadness in her sister’s eyes, she could see it right away and it concerned Rowena. Maybe Roslyn thought she didn’t notice but she did, they were bound after all, by blood and by life. At her wedding, she had been there, always, calming her and telling her how good life it was going to be with Erik by her side. She had been nervous, doubting too much of herself and her skills. Now she was going to become a queen and with it came certain responsbilities.

“You’re hiding something from me,” the queen said. “Roslyn what is it?” Rowena asked her, placing a hand on top of hers. “And please don’t lie to me. I know there’s something wrong, something that has been on your mind for a long time. Please, tell me what it is so I can help you.” She loved her sister too much to see her hurt or worried. “I just want to help, that’s all. In no way I want to mess with your personal affairs, I just, want to make my sister feel good and help her in whatever way I can.”

ROSLYN HAD ALWAYS KNOWN THIS day would come, but she dreaded it all the same. She didn’t want to worry Rowena with her problems, with being a Guardian and being responsible for something that was vital and sacred to all who lived in Iatris. Her sister was the Queen and she’s had enough problems of her own. But, Ros also knew that she couldn’t lie or hide from her sister for much longer, so she sighed, giving the Queen a shrug. “It’s nothing. The Dryad’s been - difficult to maintain lately.” She admitted with a soft sigh, running her hand through her dishevelled hair.

“I know you’re worried, I know. And I’m sorry you have to worry about me. I’m fine, Wena, really. It’s - it’s fine. It’s just with all these shadows and Voices and whatnot, I’ve been - it’s been a bit difficult to deal with everything.”

[dvmoninthedrk]

The darkness swirled around this place, Marya, and pooled at its feet, a cesspool of depravity and comeuppance that his darling sister had forged. There was something about it that made his skin crawl. Whether it was the cold chill that sunk into his bones, different from the pleasant bite of Julian's powers, or the thoughts of black malice that slithered across his brain, Seth Tenebris was in a foul mood.

Lounging in a curtained stone alcove, leg dangling off the edge and long-fingered hand curled around a crystalline goblet, Seth's dark eyes perused through the crowd, seeking out familiar faces in the throng. He had never been so far out of Umbra and, privately, it sent him a bit off balance. A figure came towards him and the prince raised a brow, voice a lazy drawl as he gestured toward the people spread out around them.

"Well, dare I say that this little gathering has proven fruitful? Or have I spoken too quickly?"

[guardiangreyne]

THIS WAS ENTERTAINING. AT LEAST no one’s been screaming yet, so that was already better than the last party she attended. Though, she wouldn’t be all that surprised if anyone did start screaming. Still, it was a decent party and everyone seemed to be in a jovial mood, so who was she to complain? Her sister was somewhere in the crowd, either by her King’s side, or attempting to socialise with other people in attendance, but Ros didn’t feel like mingling. Sure, she could seek out her dear friend Elis, but she failed to spy her in the mass of bodies dancing and flocking together for conversations or whatever they were doing.

So she did the next sensible thing any woman would do in her shoes. She went to scout for something to drink. After the masquerade, she’s developed a liking for wine, since it proved to be perfectly numbing for her less sane states, but the Dryad was quiet so far. Sighing, Roslyn treaded towards to the table holding numerous goblets of wine, and plucked out the one closest to her when a man spoke. Snorting in amusement, she spoke. “Pfft, give it another hour. I’m sure something will go horribly wrong, soon. Everyone’s having so much fun, and if the last two parties are anything to go by, I’m suspecting an ominous prophecy to pop by any minute now.”

[guardiangreyne]

Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

“But it worked out pretty well, don’t you think? Rowena smiled at her sister. “I never saw it coming, Roslyn, not even in my wildest dreams.” She knew that Rowena never talked about marriage and having a family of her own and everytime her parents talked about the subject she would go mad and lock herself in her chambers. Her parents married for love, that was known, but she also was aware of her duties and that maybe she could be forced to be bonded with another man, a strange man, for the rest of her life. Deep inside she wanted to meet her future husband, inside and out before giving herself to him, but destiny had more in store for her.

“Well, if it makes you feel better I had no idea he was the king, he did not look like someone from upper class with those sad clothes. I thought he would be riding with servants and hounds at his back but no, he was a sad excuse for a king that day,” Rowena laughed covering her mouth with her face. “Don’t tell William I said that or he will lock me inside our chambers for the rest of my life as a punishment,” she added. “I think that you are the only one who can tell if these men are after you because of your possition or because they have a true interest in who you are, your real safe,” Rowena put her hand on top of her sister’s and squeezed gently. “Time will come, you’ll see, my love.”

IT DID WORK OUT WELL, thankfully. Her sister was both charming and intelligent, and she doubted there was a man in the world who could’ve resisted her smiles and her wild nature. But, Roslyn was different, even if they shared those traits almost to a fault. Rowena had turned out more responsible, but she suspected it was the whole position of the Queen which changed her. And Ros... she remained the same, but with Guardianship looming over her head and weighing down her shoulders.

Lightly chuckling at her sister’s words, Roslyn shrugged, innocently. “I doubt Erik would ever lock you in, anywhere, but thank you for giving me something I can use against you, if you ever stop supplying me with chocolate.” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, but while she teased her sister, they both knew Ros would never do something that went against Rowena and her welfare. She loved her too much, and even though she was younger, she was very protective of her. Gently sighing, the Guardian shrugged. “I don’t know, Wena. I’m not entirely sure I want them to come along. Things are complicated as they are, that would only fan to the flame.”

[guardiangreyne]

lady waterstone ; of eyden:

This was a dream come true. She was always fond of large gatherings, of meeting new people, but while in Eyden she was the bubbly resident, here she felt a little shy, even small, if she dared to admit. She tried with all her might to spot Roderick, and her brother, and her queen, but it was not so easily done, not with all the people in attendance, clouding her vision. Elaine was walking about the room, smiling to people as she passed them by, wondering how many of her friends did not recognise her under the silky, pale blue gown with silver ribbons, and a silver mask. She was the very personification of Water, the element of her Kingdom, but also her home - Blackbay, honoured by the black ribbon choker necklace and the black mother-of-pearls in her hair, nestled perfectly between her golden curls.

Elaine passed by a brunette, and her lively tone made her pause. She lightly chuckled, and turned her attention to her. “It certainly seems that way, yes. I am rather fond of large parties. It makes a person seem more integrated in the society, does it not?” She asked, but it was more of a retort. “Thank you! I quite like yours too. What are you going as? I am Water, which is not at all original, considering where I am coming from.” She chuckled.

THE BUBBLY LADY OF, APPARENTLY, Eyden was charmingly lovely. While her costume was not as original, as she had put it, it fit her rather nicely, with all the light blue, and silver and black. “Water is a wonderful thing to be. I could’ve gone as the Earth, but then I’d just have an odious amount of twigs or leaves in my hair, and I don’t think my sister would’ve approved if I had gone to the ball, resembling a barbarian.” No, she didn’t think Rowena would like seeing her so unkempt and dirtied by the soil. Roslyn would never do something to shame her sister, and their kingdom, so she didn’t even try going as the element itself.

“I am a crow! They are the most intelligent creatures, and I admire them greatly, and since they like shiny things and baubles, I said to myself why not?. Wena didn’t seem to mind, so I took that as a sign that it’s a fit costume for me.” Ros chatted. “I take it you’re from Eyden, then? I’m from Iatris. Is it your first time being here?”

[guardiangreyne]

princess tenebris ; of shadows:

Lady Greyne was beautifully charming. She was the kind of person Lamia would love to be friends with. She was bubbly, chatty and she appeared to be of gentle and kind heart. The lady did not seem like the person to have a bad bone in her body and it made the princess of shadows feeling remorseful for having to lie to her about her home and name. It was a terrible necessity, but it was a necessity. She hoped in time to rectify her lies and beg forgiveness, particularly from those she respected and cared for.

“I would not wish for another home.” A necessary lie. There was one kingdom she valued higher than her home of shadows and the kingdom of fires, and that was Mordu, the one of lightning. That was the home she desired, the place where she could be her undiluted self. “I have travelled to all the kingdoms, save for the latest one of course. Iatris is one of the more beautiful places. So full of green light and the air which smells of flowers and damp earth.” It was beautiful but it was not home and she could never feel there like she felt in Mordu. But Lamia could appreciate the beauty and she normally did. “Is this the first kingdom you are visiting?”

SHE COULD RELATE WITH THE lady. Iatris was her home, and she wouldn’t have any other. It was pleasant to visit other kingdoms, to have a little vacation, so to speak, but always returning home. Iatris, with all its rules and obligations, those of a Guardian in particular, could at times become too overbearing, magnified by the fact that her sister was the Queen. But, even with all the duties, she found relaxation in earth, even if sometimes she still found herself yearning for water. “Neither do I. Earth’s my home and I love it senseless.” She lightly chuckled, with a wide smile gracing her lips.

“No, no. I’ve been to Eyden with my sister, and her court, for the Eyden Queen’s wedding, to our prince. I’ve been there on a few occasions before. My good friend is in Eyden. But, it’s my first time in Noctifera.” Roslyn looked around herself, spying her sister and the King, chatting to someone who looked like a royal, but she couldn’t really make it through their masks. It could be Queen Daphne and her king, but it could be their hosts as well, and she would’ve been none the wiser. “How do you find Noctifera? It looks pleasing enough, and the wine’s great.” She grinned.

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Darkness, madness | Roslyn & Erion

[guardiangreyne]

lord thessal ; the curiosity:

Erion smiled lightly, a drunken gleam flashing across his eyes. He settled back onto his heels while looking down at her, watching her take a deep, healthy drink of the wine which only fueled his smile more. While he knew that turning to alcohol wasn’t the healthiest reaction to trauma (he would know from experience, of course), he did want to give her the space to deal with it as she saw fit. He couldn’t imagine what had just happened to her but he knew he couldn’t approach her to speak about it.

He had done the same with Nerissa. He worried about her wellbeing but her husband was with her and he knew that she was safe. Crowding her would do no good but he couldn’t have just stood in the same room knowing that he had to keep his distance. He was fleeing just as much as Roslyn was and masking his guilt and anxiety with a drunken smile.

Her next quip made his eyebrows lift so high and so quickly they might have flown off his face altogether. His mouth fell open but it was dry, completely unprepared for her words. He blinked as the color returned to his face and he placed himself down on the ground next to her. “I never know what you’re going to say, Lady Roslyn.”

“I can’t be of much help in there. There isn’t much dancing going on now and I don’t know if I can stand so near my sister and not be able to do anything to quiet her.”

“It makes me feel… useless.”

THERE WAS NO HUMOUR IN her snort, but it was a welcome change from the scowl that seemed chiselled into her expression tonight. She was always a little mischievous, and more direct than Rowena, but she had had her boundaries and things even she could shy away from. But, tonight was beginning to break her, tearing at the seams of her entire character. The fun, chirpy, quirky and sarcastic Roslyn turned into something less fun and more... She couldn’t put a name to it - it wasn’t depression, or melancholy, but it wasn’t true darkness as well. It was neutral in all the worst ways. But, the snort still came out and so did her retort. “I live to either shock or amaze, my Lord.” Lately, it was the former which happened more often.

She understood that. She understood his need to remove himself from there. If it were the other way around, she knew her sister would’ve been hogged by her husband and there would be no place for her. “You have a sister?” Roslyn asked, turning to cast a quick glance at him. “Mine hogged me, but she doesn’t understand. She could ellevate the mood a little, but the moment we parted ways, all of the... filth returned.” The Guardian could only explain the feeling as filth, as something unclean which lingers on her skin. She had wanted to be alone, but now she found that having Erion’s company soothed her.

“You care, and I’m sure your sister knows. I know Rowena cares and I would’ve known that even if she didn’t come to pester me to talk to her.” Roslyn commented, before adding, “It’s a horrible feeling, feeling useless. But, as someone who’s been through that, you couldn’t have done much. Distractions are fine, but they don’t last. I think your sister would’ve preferred to be alone, as I had wanted.” But, now she was glad to have him beside her. “Drink?” She offered the bottle.

[guardiangreyne]

Lies uncovered | Roslyn & Erion

[guardiangreyne]

lord thessal ; the curiosity:

One mistake of many he was sure to make.

With so many aliases, so many things to keep track of, to forget that she had forsaken the title of Princess was to be expected. But he bowed his head, never the less. “Forgive me, Guardian,” he spoke with a small smile, watching her continue to scrutinize him. She had not changed much since he’d seen her last but everything about him had changed for her. Now military titles were emblazoned on his lapel, the crest of Mordu hung around a chain on his neck and similarly stitched onto the chest of his jacket. He had changed completely in her eyes, he was sure.

“I used to carry many titles, my lady. It is hard to keep up with which ones I told,” he passed a wink over at her, sensing that her anger had somewhat diminished in their time together. “Captain is an appropriate title, yes. Or if you want something more austere, Lord of Darktop also is accurate. Captain of the Fleet of Mordu. Captain of The Spirit’s Fortune. Take your pick, my lady.”

IT WAS EASY TO GET lost in all the titles, but by now she was used to the excessive amount of it that some people held. Lords and ladies of this-and-that, her sister’s lengthy titles as the Queen and especially her nephews many, many titles. Waving her hand in dismissal, Roslyn offered him a smirk. “There’s nothing to forgive. I understand the necessity of the deceit. I would’ve done the same, if it were my kingdom that was safely hidden from the rest.” She spoke with the usual chirp in her tone.

The many insignia didn’t escape her notice and as he started to list his many titles, Ros snorted in amusement. “Tell you what, captain. I’ll call you Greywater, if you call me Roslyn. Or Ros. Not many are aware of my more... uh... guarding position, and I think it best to keep it that way.” She offered.

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Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

Rowena smiled at Roslyn. “I know. Sometimes I wish we could go back in time. It was all much more simpler then, but I would not have my husband and child if I did that and even when the past has good memories, the present has them too and that should be enough to keep us from thinking in what we just experienced.” The Queen knew it was hard to be in a possition of power. Many were so easily corrupted by it, but herself and her husband were a good balance and they kept the peace in their Kingdom. “We must make time, sister. In times of distress family is the greatest comfort we could ask for.” Family was everything for Rowena, even when her duties as Queen took most of her time, she always made sure to send a letter or visit her family members.

A smile formed on her face when her sister talked about this man. “I see. So I have to keep my eye on him and talk to him face to face. Maybe he’s not a suitor…yet,” she giggled. “And that he’s not asking for you hand does not mean he’s not interested, Roslyn.” The Queen then rolled her eyes and squeezed her sister’s hands. “Oh, I boss you around? That’s not entire fair, isn’t it, dear?” Rowena then looked up when she heard her husband’s voice from across the room. “Do you remember the first time I met him?” She smiled at her King, letting him know she was safe with her sister. “It was during a hunt and he scared me horse that the animal almost throws me off its back! ”

IATRIS TRULY BENEFITED FROM HAVING Rowena as its queen, because if it had been Roslyn, they would have been in a great mess. Her sister was so patient, composed and regal that it never ceased to amaze the Guardian all over again. She was smart and rational, and Ros found herself nodding to her words. “Point taken.” Family was everything, yes. As much as she didn’t like putting her problems upon Rowena’s shoulders, she had had a faint idea that she’d have to confide in her eventually. The burden of being a Guardian was a different one from being a Queen, but it was still a burden. But, not tonight, she wouldn’t share it tonight.

“Keep both eyes, because he’s ellusive and he’s not from around here.” Roslyn grinned, but then she rolled her eyes. “They are all interested, Wena. That’s the men’s problem - everything and everyone interests them. But, how do you sort out the real ones, now that’s the trick. So I rather stay out of it altogether.” She mused. Catching her sister’s words, Ros only graced her with a pointed look and an arched eyebrow, but as she kept speaking the Guardian snorted. “Yes, I remember. I nearly had a stroke, seeing you talking back to the King like that. That was completely mental. It turned out well, but that’s was bloody mental.” She was never more terrified of her sister and for their lives in her life, but it was a true miracle that the King was so chill about it. Anyone else would have claimed their heads on the spot.

[ladycaliadne]

rascals | elis & roslyn

[guardiangreyne]

lady caliadne ; eyden friend:

Having a friend who was willing to scheme to such a perfection with her, was an underrated blessing. Who else aside for Lady Greyne would indulge in her little mischievous thoughts in bringing her sister (and the man her sister was pining for) closer to her happiness and her future? No one else and, honestly, that was tragic. “Sure I will, Ros.” The Lady grinned.

Ah, Victor Laurel.

It occurred to her then, that her friend might know Lord Laurel rather well, with Roslyn being the Queen’s sister and him being the Blackwyds’ adviser. She hummed in thought then reluctantly nodded. “I admit there is someone who I find rather interesting.” Elis was not sure if she had wanted to confide everything in her friend, since she herself did not really know how she felt about the whole situation, but oh well. She might as well could talk to someone about him. “I am looking forward to seeing him again. We have only had a few brief encounters in the past, but he is very interesting.”

“And what of you? Did someone catch your attention?”

ROSLYN WAS ABSOLUTELY THRILLED AT the idea of her friend finding her significant other. So, naturally, when Elis confided that there was someone she was currently eyeing, the Guardian couldn’t suppress the happy squeal which emitted from her lips. “Oh, you must tell me more! Who is he? Do I know him?” She asked, turning her undiluted attention to her friend, fixing her with a curious and expectant gaze. “I don’t doubt he’s interesting for one bit! I’ve never seen anyone catch your attention before.”

At the question of her own love life, Ros shrugged, not really having much to tell. “They come and they go, but there was a lord, recently. There’s something interesting about him, too, but I can’t say I know for sure. There’s always Virgil, though. I think he has been my longest surviving crush of sorts, and that’s saying something.” She chuckled.

[guardiangreyne]

Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

“We can’t escape from politics and duties as much as we want, Roslyn,” Rowena said. “We know that better than anyone in this world.” If was still heavy in her heart to have passed the burden of Guardian to her lovely little sister. She easily could have said that the role of Queen was much more challenging, and sometimes she wished she could ask her how she was, how was she feeling, if she needed help, but her sister was to proud to ask for help, even still, Rowena had always been there for her family and she was going to be there for her even if Roslyn did not ask her to be, but she knew her sister well enough to know that speaking with her, she could feel better.

“Oh?” She rose a perfect eyebrow to her sister’s comment. “And? Did you have any luck with the gentlemen here?” Rowena wanted Roslyn to be as happy as she was in her marriage, in that way, she could have a companion to share her thoughts with. She did that with her, but it was very different with another point of view. It happened to her when she met her husband all those years ago and it still amazed her how much he surprised her. “Well, if you need any help, I’m here to offer it and maybe we can get someone to like this puffy cake dress and the woman wearing it.”

THERE WAS NEVER ANY ESCAPE from duties, nor it should be. But it didn’t mean that she was thrilled about it taking up almost her entire free time. As of late in particular, since the Forest screamed to be precise, she felt like she didn’t even have any free time anymore. She’d rarely seen her sister in the past few weeks and not to mention her nephew; she felt like she didn’t see him in months. “I didn’t mean it like that, but... I just wish we could have more time for each other. I wonder if, after tonight, we’d have any free time left.” The Guardian sighed, lightly shaking her head. She really wondered if tonight will bring more dire consequences, harsher consequences. The last thing they needed now was more restraints or closing of the borders. 

Roslyn softly chuckled, giving her sister a light shrug. He wasn’t exactly a suitor, but he was the only man she frequently spoke to, other than Victor and Virgil, and occasionally the King. “There is someone I speak with on a more regular basis, but I’d hardly call him a suitor. He isn’t exactly vying for my hand in marriage.” No, she and lord Thessal were just friends, much to her amusement and exasperation if she were honest. Chuckling at Rowena’s words, Ros shook her head, “Thank you, but no thank you. The last thing I need right now is a man to tell be what to do. I’m already bossed around enough by you, sister dear.” She lightly teased her sibling.

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princess tenebris ; of shadows:

Not expecting to mingle with anyone outside of Mordu, her kingdom of interest, Lamia felt accomplished with the feeling of friendship that has already began to bloom between her and the brunette. She did not see this lady around, but she did not see many people around Mordu unless they were part of the kingdom. As on late, she rarely ventured there, for she did not want for her siblings to tie her loyalty with the place. If her sister found out that she no longer viewed her home as home, then she could not tell what Tabea would be willing to do to change her mind, one way or the other.

The princess of shadows smiled to the current companion and made a momentary decision to attempt to befriend her, if only to have more friends to speak with when she ventures to the realm and the kingdoms. But the lady’s assumption rang too close to the truth and it made her concerned that they might be found out before the world was ready for them. The question was if the world would ever be ready for them. Lamia graced her with a light shrug at the question, after bobbing her head in agreement to her previous words. “When you put it like that I wonder if I would be surprised as well.” Without a second thought and because the lady had already claimed her home, she said, “Noctifera. This is my home, but I travel to the others as often as I can. My name is lady Lamia Bris.”

IT WAS RATHER SAD, THE thought that people could no longer feel any inclination of surprise. The existence of another kingdom should’ve shaken them all to the core, yet there was only mild surprise, if not discomfort and equally mild annoyance, to the revelation. She wondered if the people were more annoyed that the members of the kingdom had lied for three hundred years, rather than have them resurface after so many centuries in hiding. But she figured they all must’ve had a good reason for remaining out of the mainland for as long as they did.

Roslyn bowed her head and smiled, introducing, “Lady Roslyn Greyne. It’s nice to meet you. So this is your home?” She retorted with a curious smile, continuing; “Where have you travelled to? Have you ever been to Iatris? If you haven’t, then you must come and see it. I think it’s one of the most beautiful kingdoms out there, but I guess that’s what everyone says about their home, anyway.” The Guardian chatted with a friendly expression gracing her features.

[guardiangreyne]

Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

“I’m alright,” Rowena said. “I just felt like I was inside a bubble or something like that and I couldn’t leave that place. It kept making itself darker and darker and I couldn’t see anything before me, not even my hand,” she looked down at her arm to make sure her hand was still there and that she could still see it. “Maybe I was not screaming out loud but I was in my head, that much I can promise you, my darling,” the queen ran a hand through her dark hair and took a deep breath. “I’m certain that this won’t be the last thime we’ll have an experience such as this one and that worries me, sister. What else can this Darkness do? Will out fears make it stronger to give such a blow we won’t be able to recover?” The last thing she wanted was to go to war against an unknown enemy.

Rowena then shook her head. “But I must not think like that. I feed my own fears in that way and I would only be worrying my husband, and you,” she smiled, touching her sister’s cheek. “I just want to go back home, but my duties keeps me here and I will perform them to the best of my ability.” The queen took her sister’s hand in her own which were cold. This had made a small dent in her armour and it needed to heal quickly or it would grow into a full wound, probably one that will not be able to heal as quickly as others, or worse, it could get infected. “You look like a cake with that dress,” she commented, laughing.

SHE HAD BEEN ASKING HERSELF the same questions ever since the incident with the Dryad, and the time when she’s heard the Forest screaming inside her head. What could this strange thing do, this thing which makes them all edgy and filled to the brim with worry and, might she add, despair in some cases? She didn’t despair yet, but for how much longer could she keep the signs of mild instability at bay, if tonight is any indication? “I’m not sure and I can see how that can make you worry.” The Guardian frowned in thought, wondering about the answer. Every question had an answer, but this shadowy thing seemed to come without any answers and that made her all the more paranoid and mistrustful about it. 

“No, you mustn’t.” Ros agreed and smiled in return to her sister’s gesture. “We’ll be in Iatris soon, this is only for a night. For as far as I’m concerned, we could all be on our way home tomorrow after breakfast, but I don’t know what you and your King had planned. Are there any things you two might be wanting to discuss with Noctifera or any of the others’ rulers while we’re here?” She asked, but she wasn’t all that willing to listen about the politics. The politics of people made her wary and it was usually her cue to disappear to the Forest to tend to the less human chores. But, at Rowena’s comment, she snorted out. “That’s good, because cake is exactly what I’ve been going as. I thought it might draw a suitor or two, so that you and mum can lay off my back for being unmarried, but darn the lords are difficult to woo.”

[guardiangreyne]

Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

[guardiangreyne]

queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

Rowena had been able to feel something on her chest before the scream started. It was something she never felt before, as if a small needle had been pushed and twisted inside. Her husband noticed and maybe experienced the same pain, but maybe because of the place they were, he decided not to do anything and show a smile on his handsome face, but now she was worried about her son and her people back home. If she could, she would have wanted to mount the fastest horse and go back to her child, but she could not abandon her duties as Queen, even if she would rather forget about them at the present moment. As someone with a crown, she could use that power and she wanted to use it for good.

“I did, my sweet, I did,” Rowena said, sitting on a bench and inviting her sister to do the same next to her. “I think it’s natural to be affraid of the unknown and we don’t know what is this but you don’t have to allow it to rule your head. I admit I’m curious to know what is happening but I can’t lose control now, not with me and my husband away from our Kingdom and our son,” she gave her sister a small smile. “He keeps me sane but at the same time I’m scared of him because he’s the heir to the throne and the heavy burden of the crown will come to him one day when we’re gone.” Rowena took her sister’s hand in hers. “Promise me something? If anything happens to me…or my husband, promise me that you will look after him.”

BEING AFRAID OF THE UNKNOWN wasn’t something the Guardian was accustomed with. She often sought out the unknown, seeing it as an opportunity or an adventure, and not shying away from it or cowering in fear. But this wasn’t... this wasn’t normal and she’d dare to argue it wasn’t even natural. She followed her sister somewhat mindlessly, sitting down beside her with a thoughtful frown between her brows. It was something of a relief that Rowena had felt it too, just as it was sort of a relief that she wasn’t the only one screaming her lungs out in a room full of strangers. But while it was a relief, it was also a concern as well, and her frown turned to her sister, examining her closely. “But, you are alright, aren’t you? I was worried you might’ve been the one screaming with me there, but I was relieved when I didn’t find you with the others.”

Roslyn turned fully to the Queen, gentle frown now on her face as she, for a minute at least, had forgotten all about the too fresh burning in her throat. “Rowena, what are you saying? Do you feel something amiss to have you voicing such thoughts?” The words sparked worry in her, and she reached over to her sister’s hands, giving them both a tight squeeze. “Nothing will happen to you, or to Erik. But if it’ll make you feel at peace, I promise. You know you don’t even have to ask it of me. I will happily take care of my nephew, whenever you need me to and forever, if the need of it arises. But don’t think like that.”

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Darkness, madness | Roslyn & Erion

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lord thessal ; the curiosity:

Erion was more than a few wine glasses deep when the screaming started.

Unsurprisingly, he sobered up pretty quickly. Chaos unfolded around them, screams harmonizing in the room from various sources. Erion’s hand, along with many of those around him, lifted in a defensive stance while the other flew to the hilt of his sword on his belt. His eyes jumped around the room, darting between scared and frantic partygoers and the screamers themselves. He looked for a cause, someone with a sword or a musket, maybe a dead body, something that could cause all of this commotion but he couldn’t find a source. It wasn’t until a smooth, jarring voice spoke to them all that Erion focused on one thing. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword, his heart thundering in his chest as he scanned the room for his siblings, finding them spread around the room but unharmed.

When the voice finally died down, he went to them and found Selina first. She was the first person to bring up the Guardians to him. How they all screamed in unison - picked out by Selina despite the masks they all wore. His dull blue eyes scanned the room, a single memory drifting through the haze of the wine. The woman he met in Iatris, the one whom he’d thought of fondly more times than he’d care to admit. She was a Guardian. She’d told him as much. Was she even at the party? He tried to think through the few times they spoke, trying to make a guess of where she’d be after the commotion. He found her sister, the Queen of Iatris, in the crowd and did not see her by her sister’s side. That only left one option in Erion’s mind.

He slipped outside the ballroom and into the large courtyard behind the castle. The nighttime air was sweet in his lungs, helping his still sobering mind on the journey. His eyes searched through the dim light and finally, he thought he caught the hem of a dress next to a column. As he approached, familiar dark curls helped him put the pieces together.

“It depends whose wine you’re drinking,” he said, crouching next to her to gaze at the label on the bottle, “Eyden wine? That’ll get you drunk enough - nothing ladylike about being a drunk.” He teased lightly, his vision swimming lightly from his own wine earlier and settling a smile on his lips. 

IF IT WERE ANY OTHER occasion, she would’ve been thrilled to see the Mordu’s captain, or have him be the one to keep her company, but it wasn’t such an occasion. Tonight she would’ve appreciated solitude more, even if the conversation she’s had with her sister helped to soothe her, it was only a temporary solution. In truth, there was nothing and no one who could’ve helped her mood and her mind now, not when the echoes of the screams still rang through her memory so fresh and clear, and resurfaced in her ears every now and then, without any outer cause. It must’ve been the Forest screaming, but she was too numb and too determined to drown it out, to truly find herself caring about it. She scowled at his remark, her fingers curling tighter around the bottle. “Good. Sobriety brings me no pleasure.” At least not tonight.

Roslyn wasn’t really a drinker. She’d enjoyed a glass or two of strong liquor every now and then, but never to an extent which would left her intoxicated. She was smarter than to let herself get drunk and she was certain that no good or proper adventure ever came to a drunkard. Besides, she much liked having memories of the said adventures and liquor sometimes tended to cloud them, just like it could cloud judgement. But now she didn’t care, not when the memories and sounds of screaming were too fresh in her mind and not while her throat still burned from the screams. The Forest screaming in her head and in her ears... she couldn’t deal with that, Empress forgive her. “If you require a lady, I’m sure there is one or two of them left in the ballroom that might be to your taste. Maybe you can make the rest of them scream.” The Guardian hissed, but there was no real bite to her words, only bitterness at the night’s events.

She didn’t know why it affected her, whatever it was that was affecting her. The bottle of wine held no answers, alcohol never did, and neither did water, but unlike the latter, alcohol could at least make her forget, if only for a short while. The faint music coming from the party provided her senses with only a minimal distraction, so she turned to the unwelcome-turned-welcome intruder with an inquisitive eye; “Why aren’t you in there, dancing to oblivion with the rest of them?”

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Lies uncovered | Roslyn & Erion

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lord thessal ; the curiosity:

For years, Erion served as one of the few spies to the mainland of the kingdoms. Secret envoys during the night, docking on the shores of various kingdoms with a keen and practiced interest in how the kingdom was being run. He was a trusted voice on the current state of the mainland kingdoms and he held his position in high regard. Erion was proud of his position and he was proud of the work he’d done for Mordu, even under the guise of a simple boat owner or traveling merchant, or shipmate looking for work, or whatever else popped into his mind when he was questioned.

Returning to Iatris, though it would be portrayed as their first visit to the kingdom, was a momentous occasion. The veil over Mordu had been lifted and they were being shown to the world, ugly and all. With his help, they sailed gently over the seas and came to port at Iatris’ shoreline on a bright, sunny day with low humidity. Just enough to make his hair shine. The quintessence flowed through his veins, warming him, when their boat settled gently into the port.

The ruling family of Mordu dismounted from the large galleon that proudly displayed the rich colors of their home, leaving The Spirit’s Fortune in the harbor in good hands. Or so Erion made sure. But within the castle, his purpose was not to be by the King’s side. Though he stood within the court as King, it would have to be a very sad day indeed for him to be the successor. His job was to help secure the castle and work with shipmakers and captains to make alliances.

When he left the castle, one of his lieutenants at his side, he was welcomed by a familiar voice. A small smile crept onto his face as he stared ahead, her voice whipping against his back with a familiar quip and hidden meaning. He turned to his comrade and dismissed him with a nod before turning back to the Princess.

“Princess Roslyn,” he greeted her, the smirk still on his face. He opened his mouth to speak but  a breathy laugh halted his words. “I’m surprised that you remember that, my Lady.”

She looked quite different than she did that day. Her dark curls were unrestrained now and her dress better suited what he expected a Princess to wear. He wouldn’t have mistaken her for a commoner in this outfit - probably why she’d left it at the castle.

“Would you like to resume our conversation about bread?”

SHE GREETED HIS WORDS WITH a confused frown, before remembering. “I am not a princess, thank the Emperor. Just because my sister is the Queen, it doesn’t suddenly make me a royal as well. I am a Guardian.” A much more fitting role for her. She wasn’t born for the vexing chore of governing a nation and she was more than assured that she would’ve done a lot worse a job at it than Rowena ever did. Her sister seemed to be at home with her position, and Ros? She struggled with being a Guardian from time to time, if she were fully honest with herself. It was a difficult thing and it was taxing in a different way than having a crown was, but she wouldn’t trade it in the end. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t. 

“I remember a great many things, captain.” Roslyn smirked at the latter. While she was somewhat angry with him, to be fair she was rather amused with the situation. And she could understand to an extent, the necessity of the deceit. It wasn’t until recent that they were all made aware of the fifth kingdom, so she knew he couldn’t really go around yodelling about it - just like she didn’t go and announce to everyone that she’s a Guardian. “Or was it merchant from Eyden? It’s hard to keep track sometimes.” 

The sweet smile turned into a snort and Roslyn chirped; “Why? Are you thinking of switching professions?” 

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Sisterly comfort | Roslyn & Rowena

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queen blackwyd ; dearest sister:

The Queen of Iatris shook her head and put a hand on her chest when the fog that clouded her mind dissipated. Everyone was in a state of shock over what just happened and she was no stranger to it. The screams still resonated in her ears and not even her husband’s strong embrace could make her feel safe and protected. Her eyes scanned the crowd for someone in particular and she let out a huge breath of relief when she found her sister’s eyes looking in her direction. Even under the beautiful mask she was wearing she could recognize those kind eyes of hers.

Rowena took her husband’s hand and kissed it, whispering into his ear that she was going to her sister’s so he would not worry. She was sure he wanted some answers and some time to spend alone so she was going to grant him that. “I’ll be back in a moment,” she kissed his lips, making the kiss longer than intended and then smiled at him, reasuring him that she was fine when she was feeling scared and with no idea what to do. She crossed the ballroom and took her sister’s hand when she reached her. “I’m here, I’m here,” she kissed Roslyn’s cheek and knuckles and then took her hand so both could go outside and take some much needed fresh air.

it was clear that both needed to dissipate their thoughts and with so many people talking about what happened, the sisters would not be able to do that unless they were in each other’s arms and company. “I know that my words will probably not bring you some comfort but we must be strong right now, for our family and for what we hold dear in our hearts. These are hard times.”

HER SISTER WAS THE WISEST person she knows. It’s always been that way with them, with the elder advising the younger, but the Guardian had gained a wisdom of her own in the later years, since her sister married and held a crown on her head. Rowena’s duties were as great as hers, only in a different way, but while she struggled with being a Guardian, her sister didn’t seem to struggle with being a Queen. They shared their burdens with each other, but she didn’t doubt Rowena was shielding the full extent of it from her, just as Ros was shielding her own doubts from her sister, not wanting to further burden her. But, tonight it all went to smoke.

Her sister’s kiss and squeeze brought some clarity to her head and when they ventured outside, she took a deep breath. Roslyn knew the direction in which the conversation would go, she knew what her sister stands for and she exhaled a shaky breath. “I know.” It was a defeated sort of agreement. The times were not hard, they were terrifying. Hard times meant famine, or mild riots, or droughts and deluge, but not... not thing think, this unnatural thing. “This isn’t right, Wena. This isn’t... this isn’t natural. Every bone in my body recoils from it and I don’t even know what it is I should be afraid of. I don’t know what this is, but it isn’t good and it isn’t of this side of nature.” Roslyn briefly closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, before glancing to her sister. “Did you... Feel something? In your head, like I did? Or was it just me and the... rest of us who screamed?”