#realmstarter

[followsthethread-blog]

                 The Keep was as he remembered it to be. Crowded and STUFFY, especially warm in his thick gear, and WROUGHT of stress and grief. The GUILT he held on his shoulders for not having been on the grounds when IT happened was INSURMOUNTABLE. It was no matter that he was equally needed in other lands, if only he’d been quicker in his duty, he would of been quicker to return home and there was a CHANCE he could of helped.

     But what was done, was DONE, and they could only move f o r w a r d.

                      Tibalt hurried through the busy hallway, his thoughts MUDDLED with the various tasks he had to preform in such a short time. He was OVERWHELMED, to say the least. So much so that he failed to watch where he was walking, proving to be unfortunate when he knocked directly into someone.

[followsthethread-blog]

blood is running deep (flashback)

                    Only two months since she’d been poisoned. Two months since he’d nearly failed in his duty to protect her, the greatest sin he’d ever committed. He signed his life over to Astrid, promising to die by his sword before she did, and her pale face as she fell to the floor still haunted his nightmares.

                    A few weeks since Zion was murdered. Still, his loyalty was to house Vitello, as it would continue to be until his own death. He’d failed protecting Zion, but he would not again fail to protect Astrid. His duty now wasn’t just to the Vitello’s, it was to her.

                    He stood outside of her door as he had every night since it’d happened. She’d given him nights off of course, nearly ordering him away, but Tibalt had relented. He could either lay in bed worrying of what might happen to her, or stand outside her door and worry just the same. There seemed a lesser of two evils, so outside her door he remained.

                    It was nearing the time that she would retire, so as he always had, he knocked three steady knocks on the wood panel, awaiting her command to enter. It wasn’t enough to believe that she was alive and well, he needed to see it with his own two eyes.

[medusawithoutsnakes-blog]

"I am not in the mood for being dragged along with petty reasons. What do you want?"

[knightofcromwell]

"If there is really something you need, I suggest you stop hiding in the shadows and speak now. I do have other matters to attend." He grumbled, eyes narrowing slightly.

[theirlinktohumanity]

"Gods forgive us." The words were muttered quietly under her breath as her eyes slowly searched the vast space before her. The market, as always, was bustling about with people, and in all that had changed in the recent days, it too seemed different. Brow furrowing, she tucked her hands carefully behind her back, wondering if she would be forced to return to scavenging for a job, or even if the Capitol was still a place she found safe.

[alyciacromwell-blog1]

There was nothing beautiful in sickness, but Alycia could hardly sit up without feeling sickness roll through her. As the knock sounded at the door, she called out hoarsely. "If you don't mind the look of death, do come in." 

[anangelofretribution-blog]

"So, a new king has come to the throne. I wonder how will his reign affect us."

[haileyseternalfire-blog]

"You wished to see me?"