#ofcrownandglory

[heavensoared]

@ofcrownandglory location: ritrinc streets during the festival

with  a  glass  of  wine  in  one  hand  &  a  variation  of  fruit  on  a  skewer  in  the  other,  darius  was  enjoying  the  night  off  from  duties  &  being  a  prince.  the  only  thing  that  would  reveal  his  true  identity  right  now  would  be  his  face  -  or  maybe  the  golden  accents  on  his  outfit,  but  then  again,  he  might  as  well  just  be  a  noble  mingling  with  the  people  of  his  kingdom.  while  darius  didn't  see  all  the  kingdoms'  inhabitants  as  his  people,  he  wished  no  harm  upon  any  of  them.

he  wasn't  looking  for  anybody  in  particular,  quite  the  opposite  —  he  was  hopeful  nobody  recognized  him  between  mead,  wine  &  festival  emotions,  because  he  was  here  ...  without  permission.  not  that  he  needed  permission  from  his  father  to  leave  the  castle.  ...well,  not  ...precisely.  though  he  would  probably  have  his  head  for  leaving  without  guards.  but  it  wouldn't  do  anything  to  worry  now,  so  he  focused  on  enjoying  his  night.

a  few  faces  in  the  crowd  were  familiar,  but  none  really  called  out  to  him  until  he  found  a  very  well-dressed  prince  who'd  gathered  up  quite  the  audience,  which  was  the  reason  darius  tried  to  blend  in  a  little  more,  or  rather  ...well,  stick  to  himself.  still,  he  couldn't  help  watching  him  from  a  bit  away  up  until  their  gazes  met.  hello,  old  friend.  he  shot  him  a  little  smile  &  offered  a  nod.  care  to  join  me?

[legendsvng]

📏 6'5 Sebastian. But also

📏 6'2, Onyx

very interesting visuals, indeed.

send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

[teddybarons]

location: wyll's chambers plotted starter for @ofcrownandglory

This was humiliating. Wyll was far too old for a babysitter, and especially one of great importance. Ser Rodrik, Lord Commander of the King's Guard had been assigned to keep an eye on the vagrant prince. Wyll had easily outsmarted all of the guards assigned to him previously. He had slipped out of their view, snuck out of the castle, and had became too much to handle. It was only a matter of time till Wyll came face to face with the consequences of his actions. At least Rodrik was handsome. It was fitting that he was also his father's personal guard, as well. Wyll was certain that the man was perfectly lovely but he wasn't going to stick around and find out. He longed for adventure and had grown tired of reading. So he laced up his boots, donned a velvet cowl and moved to the window of his chambers. Outside Umoria stretched out before him, beckoning him forth and into the night. Carefully the prince moves to sit on the window sill, taking in the sight of what would one day be his future kingdom. Rodrik was certainly going to have his hands full keeping up with Wyll who was easily consumed by curiosity and wanderlust.