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[earlsokolov]

With so many people under one roof, the castellum was bound to be a little crowded at times, even in the great hall. Wearing a white shirt and carrying a cup of red wine, Nikolai should have known better than to attempt a feat as dangerous as walking across to a table. An unfortunate knock of his elbow from someone in the crowd, and the cup tipped, splattering his shirt with a red stain that began to seep into the fabric.

With a resigned sigh, he set the cup down and managed to weave his way through the crowd and out into the hallway. The last thing he needed was to be walking around in a soaked shirt stained with the colour of blood, so he swiftly pulled the fabric over his head. He’d have to retrieve another shirt from his rooms and leave this one to be cleaned, although he doubted the stain would come out.

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[aerondudley]

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Aeron was clearly not the only one who had some aggression to work out over the recent murder of the Aryndale nobleman. He had stumbled across a few people in one of the more disused rooms, sparring against each other. He expected some were trying to keep fighting ready in case the war wasn’t quite over yet, and others like himself just needed a space to release their anger.

He lost complete track of time. Aeron knew only the feel of the sweat pouring down his back, the ache in his fists from use and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He would have kept going had his sparring partner not patted him on the shoulder and guided him over to the sidelines. Everyone had their limits, and he had to remember not to overdo it. He hadn’t even noticed a crowd had formed. There were a few new fighters but also some spectators, probably hoping for anything to watch that could take their mind off of recent events. He approached one of them, absentmindedly flexing his bruised knuckles. “Perhaps it is not the most dignified response, but sometimes it helps to hit something.”

[queendonati]

“I must confess to being terribly bored.” Isabella spoke her thoughts aloud if anyone cared to hear them, but mainly just to make some noise in a room that felt so quiet to her. She lived for laughter and the clinking of glasses and so far the mood here was sombre. She understood why, of course, they were fresh from war, but still she needed some form of entertainment. “If these talks were being hosted in Gydina then everyone would already be drunk on champagne and a lot less on edge.”

[dawnrots]

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they’ll        tell        you,                they’re        not        lost,                merely        taking        in        the        scenery                -                but        the        frustration        transparent        in        their        eyes        betrays        her.                completely                &                utterly        lost.                ❛                damn        it        all.                ❜                meduse        cursed        once,                biting        the        inside        of        her        cheek        to        keep        herself        from        cursing        again                :                but        it        got        caught        by        surprise!                control        slipping        as        they        turn,                face        first        with        a        body        that        she        swore        could        not        have        been        there        previously.                ❛                be        still        my        heart,        you        are        quiet!                ❜

[sebastianfrey]

Sebastian was doing his best to remain calm and composed in public as his advisors had recommended, but it was becoming exceedingly difficult with every whisper he heard or rumour that found his ears. He didn’t know which story to believe - that Rose had been kidnapped or that she had killed her own husband and fled the scene - neither story being uncovered as the truth was good. If she had killed her husband then he would have to ensure she was hunted down and punished for her actions as much as he didn’t want to do that to a family friend. If she had been kidnapped then he would have to not only find her but also contend with a potentially sizable group that wanted to see the downfall of a precarious peace, and they would likely try to use her as a bargaining chip.

He had stolen away into the forest surrounding the castle to try and secure himself a moment of peace where he could try to come to terms with what had happened and not have to think like a king. He was a man with a missing family friend and no matter what had happened, he was sure she was terrified right now. Unfortunately it seemed that the wilderness was not a place to find solace as he ran into someone else. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone else out here.”

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[alayafrey]

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The news of the death had come as a shock to her. It was supposed to be over, this wasn’t supposed to happen any more. How many more of her countrymen was she going to lose? And this one had happened right under her nose, to one of the family’s advisors, and she had not been able to prevent it. The guilt was eating her up inside and Alaya could no longer maintain her composure. She had to get somewhere she could be alone, just for a moment, just a moment to express her pain without witnesses.

But she could not make it to her room before she turned a corner in the hall and let out a guttural scream that could have sent the old bricks crumbling. It was her own fault for not waiting until she was in private, but when she looked up with shaking breaths to see someone stood there, her eyes narrowed. “Do not dare speak of what you just witnessed to anyone.”

[nadiarostoya]

Where: No Man’s Land | The Inn Who: Anyone

The wedding. The death of a nobleman. Wasn’t their world always bathed in chaos? It was all countermoves and moves, royals deciding the fate of thousands with each chess piece they tossed aside. Nadia had long ago removed herself from politics... but when times were hard, her kind of work certainly benefitted. There had been the paranoid duke who ordered his brother's murder. After all, who could take his position if they were six feet under? The safe passage of a King's bastard, brought to a new country and away from persecution... at least until that contract was up. The task didn't matter so as long as her pockets were lined. 

The inglenook Nadia took to was near the fire, blue eyes surveying the rough crowd that came out to play. She always loved the evenings in No Man's Land- the lawlessness, the dirt, the opportunity. It was a stark change to her lost childhood... The shuffle of boots broke her out of her head, a smirk pulling at her lips before she took a sip of her ale. “Spot’s taken, love... unless you’re bringing something interesting to the table?”

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[magnetizsm]

Xavierre smiled and thanked the couple who had just congratulated him on his wins with great appreciation, sincerity covering his tone of voice. In high spirits and the best of moods, the king of North Nabar then strode into the Great Hall in his usual ever-confident gait. For when did Xavierre not looked confident? And if he ever felt uneasy or slighty unsure, the male was always very careful to NEVER EVER LET IT SHOW.  He COULD NOT... show any weaknesses. A principled he had drilled onto himself eversince a young age and had always lived by since then. For who would place their trust, confidence and faith in him as a leader if he show vulnerabilities that could easily be attacked at or made it used of? And Xavierre always needed every single ounce of support he could get, especially from the nobles and other royals, due to his origins. From the moment he had started craving acknowledgement, admiration and love desperately, the hurt young boy had deemed the crown as the solution and thus worked his way up in winning the hearts and confidence of as many people as possible with accomplishing every single goal of his own, pro-actively helping to solve the problems of the country and overcoming every single challenge slowly but surely as well as perfecting the golden persona of a compassionate and strategic leader.

The jousting tournament had finally taken a break for lunch and though kings were usually not encouraged to partake in this particular sport for their own precious protection, Xavierre simply just couldn’t stay away. He loved jousting and melee’s, the latter being a way where he could finally let out some violence ( a result of long, well-hidden  rages) without being judged wrongly and the former, was yet another wonderful opportunity to showcase his skills. He had disguised himself at first for the fun of it, not revealing his true identity till he finally won for the third time. Feeling rather euphoric and with adrenaline still coursing hotly through his veins, he then glanced around and cheerfully grinned,” I’m still looking for a harder challenge, my lords and sirs. Who wants to get knocked of their horse by me after our midday meal?” he teased. It was normal to for contestants to get a little cocky during tournaments like these, all in the name of good humor and entertainment.