#nexiliis

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @nexiliis || Alisa

|| LOCATION || The Palace

Because the evening had progressed so wonderfully before, Genevieve all but gilded down into the dining hall to break her fast. She was too excited to eat, too twitchy to consider making tea. She didn’t want to do anything except finally see Edgar and enjoy his company, learn his language. She’d gotten so caught up in her whims and girlish desires that she nearly aired past Alisa without so much as a look her way.

Finally, she came to. “Oh! I am so sorry, Your Highness. I have not been giving much thought to where I am going this morning,” Genevieve said with an apologetic smile, curtsying before the Queen. Although she didn’t display her respect for Sophia, she did respect Alisa and Arthur, and she would let that be known.

“Did you enjoy last night? Your gown was magnificent, I’ve never seen anything like it,” the princess crooned, eyes glittering with interest. The way the gems attached themselves to Alisa’s sleeves like they were part of her skin was such a baffling sight to her, but one that rivaled any other gown that night.

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @nexiliis || Kavika

|| LOCATION || The Das Residence; Kavika's room

Riya hadn't broken her fast yet, even still wearing her sleeping robe as she took in the morning following the Gemstone ball. Why bother with prettying up as soon as she woke when she was going to wake her sister? It was nonsense, really. Plus, she wanted to see about her after they managed to get separated at the ball. She was curious about how her night went.

Pressing her ear to the door, she listened for any sounds of movement. Then, she lowered herself to the ground see through the crack beneath the door for any signs of light. She found neither, so she stood and carefully opened the door to her Kavika's room.

She tip toed around towards the curtains, glancinig over her shoulder before throwing them open. "Sister! It seems we lost one another last night. I hadn't seen you until we returned home," she chirped, as if she hadn't woken her. Riya could have counted the numerous times in their childhood where Kavika did the same to her, so why not return the favor after being away for so long.

[lavieenton]

|| closed starter || @nexiliis || Alisa

|| LOCATION || The Barnett Gemstone Ball

The ball was something to behold. It did not compare to anything akin to a royal ball, though it was not meant to. It still fit the makings of a ball from people with the money to host such things. It was extravagant, and supposedly necessary for the Barnetts' reputation. At least, that was what she was told by others.

What did baffle her was that amidst the crowd, she hadn't spotted her fellow royals. Not Arthur, not Sophia. She did not expect the Dowager Queen to attend, as she clearly was not one to attend such gatherings. But as her looked upon the crowd, she visibly perked up at the sight of Queen Alisa, appearing as if she were dipped in liquid diamonds.

She was stunning, a vision of pure light and rarity. Approaching, Genevieve's smile was beaming. "Your Highness," she greeted with a curtsy. "I am so glad to have found you. Your gown, it is beautiful! Are these gems real?"

[lavieenton]

||closed starter|| @nexiliis || Kavika

||LOCATION|| Das Residence Gardens

Riya trailed along the pathway in the lush garden, fingertips brushing along flower petals as she passed them. She was careful, diligent in the way she touched them, knowing how dear they were. While she did not favor the house, the garden acted as a safe space. The air was crisp and fragrant, the nearby trees whistled in the wind. It was reverent and enjoyable when she was here long enough to admire its beauty and peace.

She fussed with a small box in her hands then, adorned with a silken bow as she sought out her sister. She was the only one she was willing to admit to missing during her travels. Finally, she spotted a familiar figure and beamed, calling out, “It’s rather lonesome to be waltzing about the garden, isn’t it?”

[namenotyourown]

closed starter . @nexiliis. nathaniel.

EVENTS OF OTHER SOCIETY OCCASIONS HAD A CERTAIN ABOUT THEM THAT STUCK TO THE FORMALITY THAT EVERYONE BORN TO THE STATUS OF THE AREA KEPT TO. Something felt different about the Das birthday party that balanced a line with everything that was expected of behaviors accepted in the setting and an excited charge of a new experience. People were bolder from the fun, it appeared, and coming up asking for dances that were politely declined. One such lady did not break her sight from Nathaniel Bruce and sensing an opportunity, Piet cut ahead and offered the man a reprieve from the future annoyance. “Had I not come over you would be coming up with a polite way of turning that overeager lady down and there is something that comes across as determined that I believe I have saved you from.”

[namenotyourown]

closed starter . @nexiliis. alisa.

STRIPPED OF THE BACHELOR TITLE HAD LESSENED THE ATTENTION PIET ORIGINALLY HAD WHEN THE TITLE WAS BESTOWED FROM THE FORMER QUEEN MEANT THERE WAS LESS EYES FALLING HIS WAY. It had meant whispers followed where he walked even though no attention was given. The strategy was not to feed the attention and it would fade into obscurity that the next lot of gossip would turn focus away with more known people hopefully exposed by the infamous anonymous quill. Opportunity rarely presented itself but now it did in the form of a lost item addressed to the new Queen found in the docks that held awaiting shipments due out for distribution in London. “Forgive my attendance, your grace, my men had found this item addressed to you hidden and dust covered in my docks and I did not want to go a moment longer without delivering it personally to ensure that it was bought to you without any more time wasted. My sincere apologies that you have waited for it.”

[thorneheir]

CLOSED STARTER | ALISA ( @nexiliis ) LOCATION | PALACE

There was a kind of excitement in the Thorne house that didn’t exactly make Tobias feel the easiest. After so much about the family in the gossip papers and the quietness of Virginia’s absence, it was a strange time. It didn’t help that he was quieter than normal, reserved in a way, since the festival events and he’d been so in his own thoughts that when his father demanded he meet with the new Queen to repair his rakish image, he didn’t put up a fight and agreed to it right away even though there wasn’t much enthusiasm. It wasn’t until the ride over to the palace and waiting for the new Queen that he thought about how it could work. If he had a better reputation and even had a friendship with the royals, he could be useful. Maybe even start using that influence he fought so much. 

As was typical of him, he was so lost in his own head with thoughts running a mile a minute that he almost missed the announcement of the Queen’s arrival. Putting on his best smile, he flashes it her way and makes the appropriate greeting before trying to relax. “I’m sorry to intrude on your time,” he says with a bashful smile that he can conjure up easily, “and trust me, I’m not here to change your mind on this bachelor title. That’s my father. I think he wouldn’t have been as incensed as he was if someone else was picked other than a Murray. I don’t mind it, to be honest.”

[namenotyourown]

closed starter . @nexiliis. nathaniel.

SOMETHING ABOUT FIRE CONTRASTED SO POWERFUL TO THE LIFE THAT PIET HAD LIVED ONLY BY LOCATION ALTHOUGH IT WAS AN ALMOST PERFECT WAY TO DESCRIBE THE TEMPERAMENT THAT HAD DRIVEN DESIRES FOR YEARS. The hot flame, consuming everything could destroy a person or be the instrument of their survival, the juxtaposition lived with as a notorious captain destroying everyone and everything in his path while being the key to survival for all those souls tied by their bond on the crew.  

Those around the bonfire were casting names with tears running down faces to accompany muttered names of, assumedly, those lost. No slip of paper could hold all the names of the lost crew laying at the bottom of the ocean nor could it cover the people whose lives Piet had claimed and loved family members were not known to be dead despite it being the most likely scenario. Instead, a regret was written on the paper in small writing of the language first known to the former pirate that was quickly folded when prying eyes were discovered by a familiar face. “We may have spoken once and I remember it being a favourable exchange although that does not mean that I will forgive wandering eyes looking upon my paper, Mister Bruce. Had I looked upon yours I am certain you would not look on me kindly.”