𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔯𝔦

' she's as 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒 as the 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡, as 𝓌𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 as the 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯, and as 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 as a 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔪 ' 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝓂𝓎𝓀𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ r o l e p l a y.

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shadesofxgrey​:

Jas snickered at her jokes. Though he craved power and wealth, he couldn’t help but feel some disdain toward the greediest among him now. He’d grown up with nothing - not that anyone here knew that - while they had it all. It made him want to throw all of them into the harsh waves of the sea. As they started walking, Jas was careful not to meet anyone else’s eye, just to make sure no one would take it as an invitation to approach. “Things have been rather lively lately.” Lively was an understatement. Jas clasped his hands behind his back, his stroll casual. “What do you make of all of it? Of course, the late king and queen’s passings were terribly tragic, but life has certainly changed since then.”

“lively is certainly one way of putting it,” she agreed with a wry chuckle. even before she’d been formally announced as the next in line to inherit the duchy of westerly, cahira had spent much of her life at court, learning how to play the game of lords and ladies with too much intelligence to allow her to not be thoroughly contemptuous towards some of her peers. many played for themselves, and it was that sort of selfishness driven by greed that disgusted her. “i don’t know what to make of it all, truthfully.” she answered, smoothing her skirts as they continued at an unhurried pace. things had changed drastically in light of the passing of the king and queen, and cahira’s main concern - as it had always been - was that the kingdom continued to thrive. “their absence is still felt, it was without a doubt a tragedy that they passed. but, i believe her highness sylvia will make for an intelligent and capable ruler.”

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mxrrell​:

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Her humor seems to make the corner of his lips twitch in what would seem to be a very meager smile. ❝ Yes, well there certainly been better places to meet people. Most aren’t the best conversational partners.❞ Yarric returns it with his own dark banter. As quickly as it came the smile disappears once more. Her name had been mentioned to him in passing and as his light eyes scan over her face he seems to be wracking his brain to remember what else had been said about her.

Though it seems to be fruitless. Her words soon drag him back into the conversation once more. ❝ Yarric Morrell. Though it seems we are both aware of each other’s presence. I hope whatever was…voiced wasn’t too gory.❞ He introduces with a slight bow of his own, though he is soon stepping a side he offers her more view of the little oasis. 

❝ This is quite the safe haven, for some reason I find myself coming back here whenever I have the free time. Most of the lords and ladies favor the more extravagant areas of the garden so I doubt they even know this area exists. If you can’t tell I’m not one for gossip. It exhausts me.❞ It’s a fairly simple explanation but from the way his voice crackles at the ends of some words it’s clear it’s not most he’s spoken in awhile. He hesitates slightly before posing her a question. ❝Are you running away from something or someone? ❞

if she hadn’t seen the expression for herself, cahira would swear the smile hadn’t ever crossed his face. but, it was the dark the banter that truly surprised her, causing her to laugh softly as one her dark brows arched. “no, i wouldn’t imagine most to be excellent conversationalists in those moments when they’re preoccupied with conversing with the gods just one more time.”

 whatever notions she’d had of what the personality of one who had dealings in such dark things to be were quickly reforming as their conversation continued. “a pleasure, though i do hope you’ll forgive the things i’ve heard at court, the details were sparing, but none too pleasant,” the duchess to be took a moment to admire the subdued beauty of the oasis revealed to her before continuing on with a thoughtful tone,”i don’t suppose you’re to blame, though. it’s not as though traitors and the like can punish themselves.”

 all too familiar with the tedium that came with life at court, cahira nodded in understanding. “it’s certainly gorgeous in its simplicity. i think it’ll remain safe from most of the lords and ladies, though. too concerned with gossip, thank taking a moment to come down from the grandeur to appreciate a place like this.” curiously she wondered how long it had been since someone had had a proper conversation with him, though the thought was disrupted by his question. it caught her off guard, but she refused to let her gaze drop as a non-committal sigh left her. “only from the noise of the castle at the moment - i find playing the game of lords and ladies at court to be rather exhausting sometimes.”

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ladyannette​:

Annette was on her way back into the castle from the gardens when she ran into the woman. “Oh, it’s quite alright. I suppose we were both a bit to blame,” she replied, smoothing her skirts after taking a few steps back. “Are you alright?”

taking a moment to regather her admittedly still fairly intact composure, cahira offered up a rueful smile to the other woman. “it’s only my pride that’s been a bit damaged, but i think it may survive the encounter unscathed.” sharp wit and amusement colored her tone. “i trust you’re alright as well?”

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shadesofxgrey​:

Jasper’s lips curled into a smirk, but his nose crinkled. “Ah, those blasted lordly lackeys. It’s amazing they even know how to put on their trousers in the morning. Then again, they may have help.” Nodding toward the edge of the grounds, kept his eyes on Cahira. “Perhaps you could accompany me on a little stroll to the pond? Maybe if we’re walking together, no one will bother us.”

"can you imagine their poor valets in the morning? i daresay it might be a travesty for them to have to look after a full grown manchild in such a way.” amethyst eyes cut towards the direction of jasper’s nod before her attention returned to him. not seeing any harm in the suggestion, cahira’s shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. “a stroll to the pond seems a far cry more interesting than being caught up with tales of the day’s gossip, i’ll gladly accompany you, if only for the temporary guarantee of a reprieve from the noise of the castle.”

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shadesofxgrey​:

Jas was usually quick on his feet, but he was lost in his own thoughts as well. He stumbled back a little, his arms outstretched to steady himself and catch whoever had walked into him. “No, no, no need to apologize. I’m quite alright. If anything, you woke me up a little. I should be paying more attention to where I’m going.” Jas glanced over his shoulder at the mostly empty garden. “I must admit, I was trying to escape the hustle and bustle of the castle. By some miracle, I have a few hours in my schedule free.” 

cahira at least had had the good grace to not send them completely careening to the ground, and was infintely grateful that the naval advisor had managed to catch them both. a rare smile graced her face as she laughed. “there’s nothing quite like a near disaster to bring you out of your thoughts, i hear.” her own gaze followed his, cahira’s head turning around the fairly unpopulated grin with an exaggerated sigh of relief as her attention turned back to him with a conspiratorial look that was betrayed only by the mirth that lit her eyes up at the corners. “i left the castle for the very same reason and i just narrowly escaped an encounter with the court’s favourite band of lordly lackeys on my way out, one can only listen to so much of their chatter in a day before the threat of losing a piece of their intelligence begins to loom.”

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mxrrell​:

When things got too much there was a place that he came to hide, a secluded part of the garden; it had been carefully tucked away near the entrance, nearly completely obscured by a ever growing bush. Not many visited due to it’s modest appearance, the small irises and other blooms blossoming in their beds. Peace. This was the only place he could achieve peace. Well…it was. Lost in his thoughts he is nearly toppled over by the woman and her words wash over him. Blankly he blinks at her and it takes him a moment to form a reply. ❝Lady…Mykonos. That is certainly one way of introducing yourself.❞ He responds gingerly. 

it was only instinctive reflexes that had kept her from entirely sending them both into the lovely bed of irises and various other sweet smelling blooms. a wry laugh slipped from her mouth as she gathered her wits about her once more. “i suppose it’s better this way, than meeting on the chopping block,” cahira quipped before dropping into a courtesy. “lady cahira mykonos, at your service. or, rather, at your near meeting with the ground,” amusement twinkled in her eyes, not bothered so much with the fact that he dealt in death as some might be - everyone had a job and duty to kingdom. her gaze moved around, she’d never even noticed this little section of the garden before, but even she could appreciate the simple beauty of it. “i think i might have to use this part of the garden as a means of escape when the tittering and gossiping gets to be too mindless to entertain.”

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quiet. that was what she was searching for. a seemingly impossible task amidst the trappings of being at court, but cahira had always been too good at slipping away unnoticed when the mood struck her. and after a dreadfully boring morning of seeing to both personal and westerly correspondence her parents had put her up to doing- her brother certainly wasn’t going to be bothered with the droll - the mood to wander immediately struck her. the lady had only just made it to the gardens before running into another person. “apologies,” cahira murmured with what she hoped was an apologetic smile, having very nearly knocked the person over, so lost in thought she had been. “i didn’t see you there.”

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(ANYA CHALOTRA, 24, FEMALE) Is that (CAHIRA MYKONOS) walking through the castle halls? (SHE) hails from (OSCANA) and is known as the (LADY OF WESTERLY). Word around the castle is that (SHE) is (INTUITIVE & CHARISMATIC) but can be (SHARP TONGUED & CALCULATED) if crossed.

hi there, my babes, this is trix coming to you live with this little angel ((demon)) baby.

‘ clinging to a past that won’t let me go ‘

cahira might not be the eldest of her parents’ children, but she’s certainly the favourite and positioned to inherit the duchy upon the passing of her parents. a fact that has burnt up her brother’s patience and good graces when it comes to his sister.

being in such a position means that she’s been well educated in both practical knowledge and the tricks to keep her hands free of scandal even when she’s been directly involved in something that could be deemed less than appropriate.

such as the death of her husband four years ago.

young and naive, she made the mistake of allowing herself to marry for affection, rather than one of political gain and paid heavily for it, or rather he paid the ultimate price for using cahira to his advantage for further power.

upon his death, she swore that she’d not see herself married again - though, she’s not quite as firm in that decision now with four years between her and those events.

truly she’s a force to be reckoned with, sweet in one moment and viscious in the next, her temper isn’t one to be crossed.

could probably do with someone telling her ‘no’ every once in a while.

cahira’s as untamed and wild as the elements beneath all the trappings of being a highborn lady.

a fact that drove her parents to absolute madness when she was younger, as she was constantly disappearing from beneath them to ride through the landscape of westerly without a care for protection.

a hobby that she still quite enjoys when she’s not been tied up within court life.

beneath it all there is a heart of gold and well of warmth that’s only been seen by precious few in cahira’s life.