King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 16, 2007 19:49:36 GMT -8
Osirus dismissed his daughter and the General with a smile and nod. Just as they left, Nikanoru and Eltana Remarque came unto his presence. His smile grew wider as Eltana curtsied.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, my liege. I trust that you are enjoying the festivities?" Osirus then stood, his long robes billowing out behind him as he walked up to Eltana.
"Indeed I am! Eltana, I'm very pleased to see that you could make it! I'm sure as you know, you're one of my guests of honor!" Osirus said, waving an arm elegantly. As Eltana suggested presenting the sword, Osirus could hardly contain himself. But years of Kingly practice gave him the ability to keep a calm and elegant look about his face.
"You know I would love nothing more. But come, Eltana! Why not enjoy some fine wine before we get into the real festivities? After all, this night will prove to be one of the best for this kingdom of mine!" He said. He then gently took Eltana's hand and guided him to a seat to the left of his throne. From the giant throne, to his left would seat Eltana, then Nikanoru. To his right would be his Queen, his Princess, General Laties, Lieutenant Lourette, then Sergeant Israfel. He seated Eltana like he would seat his own daughter.
"And you Lord Nikanoru! Why don't we share in some of the finest wine tonight!" He called out. But before the servants could run out, the bothersome hand servant of his beloved wife suddenly appeared. Calling out to the people with a less than presentable voice, he announced the arrival of Marcelle. Standing once again, he turned to his wife, admiring her glimmering beauty. He smiled gently as he approached her and took a hand, kissing her elegant fingers before looking at her.
"Marcelle...you look as ravishing as ever. Come, my love, let's sit..." He said. He could see her eyes already beginning to roam and when she found her daughter disappearing with Laties, Osirus turned just in time to see Laties run off with Israfel in his arms. Smirking, he simply walked Marcelle to her own throne and sat.
"Now...just where did Laties and Israfel run off to? I would enjoy it much better to have young Israfel seated here so I may speak to him about the sword..."
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 17, 2007 6:43:16 GMT -8
Naahra watched with horror as Laties left her side to tend to that green-haired nuisance. Sighing, she turned around to face her parents again. "It's good to see you, mother..." she said quietly, walking to the throne in which her mother sat and leaning up, planting a kiss on her cheek. Slowly, she settled herself down into the throne on the opposite side of her mother, watching all of the festivities go on. She slowly looked down at the gems on her necklace, her fingers toying with the precious stones. She cast a fearful glance at her parents, focusing more on the woman that sat beside her. The woman who kept her on a leash for twelve miserable years, the woman who treats her like her personal property, but the woman who loves her to death, like a mother should. Her gaze then turned to Nikanoru, which made her eyes narrow in pure hatred for the man, then to the girly woman who stood on her father's other side. /He scares me.../ she thought, her gaze following the pink ribbon that was twined in his raven black hair. /Though his...her's...its...idea of a ribbon in the hair is certainly a good idea.../ She made a silent promise that next time there was a banquet, she'd see if she could get her mother to twine a ribbon that matched her dress into her hair.
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Post by Queen Marcelle on Sept 17, 2007 12:54:27 GMT -8
The gorgeous, yet considerably frightening woman's eyes brightened as her husband clasped her left hand and kissed the long-nailed fingers. Marcelle's painted black lips curved into a smile, though it couldn't been seen because of the fan she held in front of her face. Osirus never failed to charm her--even that small gesture had captivated her! And no matter how hard the Dark King tried to hide his excitement and joy, his wife could see through that trained expression of calmness and tranquility he forced upon himself. Her husband was genuinely happy, and that made her equally happy--if not more.
She allowed her husband to lead her to the two grand thrones reserved especially for them. Taking a seat on the extravagant throne resting next to her husband's, Marcelle closed the fan in a quick motion to show her smiling face. "Sweetheart, the festivities have only barely begun and you're bursting with excitement. Do try to control yourself; the best is yet to come, after all," she teased innocently in a soft tone, knowing better than to say something like that at an audible level in the presence of so many soldiers and royal officials.
Marcelle's smile grew considerably as her daughter approached her and planted a kiss on her cheek. It had been far too long since she had seen her adorable little pet, and missed her dearly. The Queen loved her daughter dearly, but the affection she showed her was a bit... strange, to say the least. Though she was joyful to see Naahra, she hadn't forgotten what she saw only moments before--her daughter accompanied by that disgusting barbarian Luhma. That was something she would certainly have to address, but it could wait.
"Naahra, dear!" she greeted the princess warmly, pulling her closer once she took a seat next to her mother. Marcelle had her daughter pulled close to her in what resembled a hug--so close that their cheeks were touching. The overly-possessive woman cuddled against her daughter, the strange smile on her face growing with childish delight. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, love, I really do," she began, her voice taking on a strange emphasis at the end; "because once this evening is over, you and I will be having a little chat. I'm sure you know what about."
The childlike grin gracing her face quickly faded once her husband mentioned Israfel and Laties, the two people she disliked most in the entire city of Du Aurella. Marcelle released her daughter from her vice-like grip and pulled away, turning her attention to Osirus. She could care less about where Laties was, as long as he was far away from her daughter. "I could care less about that desert monkey," she said contemptibly; "As for Sergeant Ausgard, I haven't the foggiest."
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 17, 2007 15:34:50 GMT -8
Naahra squirmed in slight discomfort as her mother pulled her close, and closed her eyes. /Oh dear.../ she thought to herself. She knew exactly what her mother wanted to speak with her about... She cast a glance farther off into the room, watching the couples dancing around, and wishing silently that she could've danced with someone, anyone... She glanced toward her parents again, watching them with a look of confusion and obvious interest. /They're talking about a sword... Maybe that was what Grass Man went to get.../ she thought. She closed her eyes, replacing the confused look on her face with a more serene one, making herself look as if she were completely content. When she heard of her mother referring to Laties as a 'desert monkey', she couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. That was a good one, but, considering how highly she thought of the young general, she should've been telling her mother to not speak of Laties like that, but referring to him as a monkey? That was funny. The small smile on her face grew larger as she got a picture in her mind of a monkey version of Laties in the desert, which was strange, considering she had never seen a real monkey, but just illustrations of them in books.
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Eltana Remarque
Knights of Osirus
Director of the Blood Chamber
"As the world burns down around you, you will sit there and realize your weakness."
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Post by Eltana Remarque on Sept 18, 2007 17:00:39 GMT -8
As King Osirus gently pulled him along toward a seat to the left of the gigantic throne, Eltana suspected that he was quite excited about the entire evening and what was yet to come. Though considering how his precious Grass Man appeared when he caught a glimpse of him, he suspected that all was not well within the ranks of the Knights of Osirus. Ominous premonitions plagued the weapons dealer's mind as he took a seat to the left of Osirus' throne, clasping his milky white hands on his lap.
Eltana was never really a fan of feasting and merriment. His tastes were far more refined--pretty much to the point that he had to appear remarkably calm and elegant all the time, or else it would come as a blow to his mysterious, enigmatic image. Besides, after spending his days in the company of obese nobles and aristocrats who did nothing but feast and make asses out of themselves, he was turned off to the idea altogether. But he didn't want to appear rude, so he clasped a goblet of wine and took a dainty sip from it.
He nearly gagged on the wine in surprise as the horribly obese servant obscenely demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Resting his amber hues on the fat little man, he couldn't help but gag inwardly at the absolute ugliness and homeliness of the servant. It was his belief that the unaesthetically pleasing were monsters, and this guy seemed to fit the profile perfectly. But his disgust quickly vanished as Queen Marcelle strode in, her exotic appearance attracting the eyes of almost everyone in the Grand Hall. That was a woman he truly respected, not only for her beauty, but also for her temperament and personality.
Eltana raised an eyebrow as he noticed none other than Princess Naahra giving him strange glances. Befuddled by his outlandish appearance, obviously; but it was rude of her to give him so many bizarre looks, the spoiled brat. He flashed her a forced smile, one that held absolutely no sentiment. Eltana wondered how that could be the procreation of two great people such as Osirus and Marcelle!
His attention was snatched away by a comment made by King Osirus concerning Laties and his lovable little Grass Man. Though he didn't know Laties personally, if the Queen wasn't too fond of him, he probably wouldn't be either--considering their surprisingly similar personalities. "I believe I saw General Luhma carrying an injured Grass Man out of the Grand Hall," he replied nonchalantly, flapping open a white napkin and placing it over his lap.
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Post by Laties on Sept 18, 2007 18:34:54 GMT -8
“That’ll be Sergeant Major General Ausgard to you, Lord Remarque.” The named general scolded in a correcting manner once he was in speaking range of the table. He flashed a genuine smile to the queen as he bowed slightly and gave a sharp salute. It seems that the general only gave actual sharp salutes to those of higher ranking then him, if not, people he did not want to annoy. “My subordinate was injured and is in no condition to be moving around thus I will be relaying the information he gave me to tell you.”
Laties twirled the empty sheath in his hand before holding it out so Osirus could see case. “Sergeant Major General Ausgard and his troop has failed to bring the sword to Du Aurella.” He said bluntly. “At Arioles, he and the troop were able to obtain the sword but shortly after they left they were ambushed by two members of the Order. Two members of two different races, while the other is unknown one race is quite a shocker. One of the members was a vampire. From several reports from the Day of Inson, that race was wiped out thus as you ordered we no longer taught ways to defend ourselves against them. Thus the troop was defeated.”
In some sense, one could think that Laties was accusing the king but the way he spoke did not show any of the accusation. The smile the general wore never faded as the twirled the scabbard so it returned to resting on his shoulder as he raised his free hand with one finger up. “But wait, before you lose your temper, I have some information that may be of value to you. However, I’m willing to give you this information and even go do what my information tells me to do if you allow a switch.”
The general raised both hands slightly to do a motion that seem to say ’wait before you behead me’. “I’m not calling you a fool or anything of the sort, it’s that it is partially my fault that the sword has fallen in the wrong hands. So… Do we have a deal?” Laties asked with a small grin of confidence. Though on the outside his appearance seemed cool and calm, on the inside, Laties felt his time was dwindling. One could consider what he was doing was making a deal with the devil. And he had a feeling this devil was going to decline and make his life and most likely Israfel’s life a living hell.
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Post by Queen Marcelle on Sept 18, 2007 19:03:58 GMT -8
The Queen was usually put into sour spirits whenever someone of lesser status or race was in her presence; however, the anticipation of her beloved husband obtaining being presented with two of the four legendary swords overwhelmed her dislike of General Laties Luhma. She flashed him a genuine, even amiable smile before once again opening her fan in a quick motion and holding it in front of her face. Today was her husbands birthday, the most important day of the year, so she wasn't going to let some desert monkey ruin it.
She chuckled inwardly at how the general addressed Lord Remarque. Though the two were good friends, Marcelle enjoyed seeing him get upset--because it was such a rare feat to accomplish. And Laties Luhma was successful: she noticed that the effeminate man's face reddened in anger for a brief moment before returning to its natural shade of pure white. This didn't boost her opinion of Laties, absolutely not, but it did provide her with a bit of amusement. Everything seemed to be going perfectly...
That is, until Laties dropped that major bombshell.
Whatever color her pure white face had faded instantaneously. The Cruor Sword was lost to the order; that simple loss would not only ruin her beloved Osirus' birthday banquet, but also throw the competence of the Alyssian army into question by the public. A presentation ceremony was expected by everyone in the Grand Hall; they yearned to see two of the four swords for themselves. Once Queen Marcelle overcame the initial shock, her face was full of color again--it was beginning to redden with anger; very slowly, but surely.
How dare he speak to the Dark King in such a fashion! Laties tried to hide it with a kind tone and a smiling face, but Marcelle knew better: he was disrespecting the king and trying to place the blame primarily on him! The disrespectful cur! With every word the desert monkey spoke her face reddened with unmitigated fury. And now he was trying to bargain with his liege, his superior, his GOD! Marcelle was now beginning to shake with anger, barely able to control herself. She didn't care that Laties might have information about the swords--no, her unbridled wrath had complete control of her. Osirus would get whatever information he wanted out of him, whether he went along with the bargain or not!
It was Osirus' place to deal with the pesky little general who didn't know his position in the hierarchy, but that didn't mean he would be exempt from her own wrath. The now-closed fan suddenly went flying across the table, connecting with Laties' face. Marcelle seemed to have calmed down considerably following her little snap of insanity; but in truth she was only suppressing all her anger and fury. Icy blue eyes were fixed directly on the general, flaring with absolute hatred.
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 18, 2007 19:13:18 GMT -8
As Eltana and his beloved Queen sat and made themselves comfortable, the King could only snicker at the words offered to him by the two about the General and the Sergeant. He found it quite tickling how Eltana addressed Sergeant Israfel. As he continued to sip his wine, he watched those who were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Glancing once at his daughter for a moment before returning to stare blankly at the nobles in front of him. Indeed...I feel something is not right...I'm uneasy about something, but what is it? His hand slipped into Marcelle's as he interlocked his fingers with hers. The gesture was often a secret one as he often confided in his wife in secrecy. This gesture showed many things. The first thing told her he was now clearly not enjoying himself as Nocens Atrum restlessly flitted about.
The second sign was of his growing anticipation. With the disappearance of Laties and the wounded Sergeant, the King became uncomfortable. Israfel had planned to be his delivery boy of the Cruor sword. He had sent one of his most violent and dependable Knights to secure the sword. Seeing him injured did not bode well, especially when Laties acted so off as he did.
The third sign as also one of telling her his rising anger. With his growing anticipation, his anger was growing as well. He had first created this gesture on the night of killing his mother. She had wanted to come along and watch. Permitting her, they both traveled to the Queen's chamber. Before he had killed the Queen, however, he had slipped his hand into Marcelle's as a sort of binding contract. Together, they would overcome anything. It was also his way of shaking off any forms of weakness. Marcelle had always been his backbone and even now, imbued with the power of Nocens Atrum, every once in a while, he felt the need to transfer his weakness unto his wife whom would surely cast it away.
And as if he had been on cue, Laties presented himself once again with a sharp remark to Eltana. His excitment peaked as he stole a glance at the glimmering sheath presented by his General. Yes, the sword! The sword is finally mine! With this, I will be able to find his sinful brothers and soon all of the swords will be- Sergeant Major General Ausgard and his troop has failed to bring the sword to Du Aurella. At Arioles, he and the troop were able to obtain the sword but shortly after they left they were ambushed by two members of the Order. Two members of two different races, while the other is unknown one race is quite a shocker. One of the members was a vampire. From several reports from the Day of Inson, that race was wiped out thus as you ordered we no longer taught ways to defend ourselves against them. Thus the troop was defeated.”
King Osirus seemed to have suddenly turned into stone. His face was blank, almost dumbfounded as he stared at Laties. His breathing seemed to have all together stopped. Taking a sharp breath, Osirus slowly stood as the nobles seem to have noticed what was going on and paused in their dancing to watch. "Hand me that sheath," he ordered blankly. A timid soldier walked up to Laties and relieved him of the sheath and handed it to the King. The King took it in his hands as if it were a dying leaf. His pale fingers traced over its bejeweled form, hardly daring to breath as it it would suddenly shatter into a million peices. "But wait, before you lose your temper, I have some information that may be of value to you. However, I’m willing to give you this information and even go do what my information tells me to do if you allow a switch.”
That sentance was completely lost to the King as he gently lay the empty sheath on the table before him, his hand returning to his Queen's. This time, however, he was clearly angered as his grip was shaking and painful. “I’m not calling you a fool or anything of the sort, it’s that it is partially my fault that the sword has fallen in the wrong hands. So… Do we have a deal?” The King knew exactly what Laties was asking. His face, however, showed no emotion as he stared at his General. But his eyes; his eyes burned feircely with anger and spite. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the King chuckled and released his Queen's hand before coming up to Laties. He brought a hand up and caressed Laties' right cheek for a moment, smiling.
"My dear General...has the many years under my command taught you nothing?" He asked, his voice dripping in cold fury. He brought back his hand and with tremendous force, slapped Laties. "I do not make deals with belligerent and incompetent idiots!" Osirus yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "Oh Laties, tsk tsk tsk," Osirus shook his head and turned his back on the General. His angered eyes moved to Eltana and Nikanoru for a moment, then he closed his eyes, his dark lashes kissing his cheeks briefly.
"This mishap cannot be easily over looked, you do realize this, right General?"
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Post by Laties on Sept 18, 2007 19:34:30 GMT -8
Laties' head snapped to the side as his body stumbled a step to the side once he was slapped. For a moment, he stood there in a small daze as his cheek began to throb and heat up. That was degrading, beyond degrading and for once he felt his blood begin to boil. A moment passed before he stood up straight, his gaze still focused on the floor. Another moment passed before he cleared his throat and let out a shaggy breath before looking back up at Osirus, his smile still planted on his face.
Defiant to the very end, one could say. This 'desert barbarian' was always the last one to crack. "Of course, my king. I've learned that a long time ago but because of my personality I tend to forget." He forced out, his expression changed from his normal happy-go-lucky one to one that showed he was trying to hold back emotions. "Forgive me if I insulted you. Do as you will but this information regards the one of the swords. You said you would pay a great sum of gold for any information on it and my mere request is instead of gold, I want a life spared and you can do as you will with mine."
Laties grinned despite the pain, "Unless you feel the need to go back on your words."
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Post by Queen Marcelle on Sept 18, 2007 20:11:37 GMT -8
The gesture of her husband clasping onto her hand was one that she was very familiar with. It could signify so many things; hold so many different, yet at the same time relative meanings--and Marcelle could easily tell what her King was feeling when he clasped her hand after laying the sheath down on the table before them. Marcelle returned her husband's grip with almost equal force, nails digging into the skin of his smooth palm. She felt as if she were about to explode with fury after every word that Laties spoke.
That smug grin on the general's simeon face... that thingyy smirk of his--how she desired to scratch it right off his face, along with all the skin and both his eyes! Should her husband decide to send him to the Blood Chamber--which she dearly hoped he would for such a horrible transgression--she would request to oversee and direct his torturing in assistance with Lord Magrace. She shared with Nikanoru the sadistic pleasure of watching people squirm as their flesh was maimed, so surely he would understand her reasons and accept her assistance without objection.
A bizarre smile formed on her painted black lips once her husband smacked the smirk right off that desert monkey's face. Her hand was throbbing with pain and ached horribly, but she wasn't paying attention to that; she had learned to bear the pain over the years, because it was for her King Osirus. Right now she wanted to see how the pathetic worm would respond to being struck so strongly by his lord and master. Marcelle was dying to see the shock, the horror, the disgrace...
He was smiling again, he was spouting out the same trash.
No longer could she remain silent as the worthless ant verbally disrespected her godlike husband, the center of her universe! Marcelle usually observed in amusement as Osirus dished out verbal and physical attacks and the worst of punishments to those who dared defy or fail him, but she couldn't stand aside and let him have all the fun this time. The Queen would get a word in on this, for she could no longer contain her fury.
"Obviously this 'information' you claim to have pertains to the swords, otherwise you wouldn't be wasting our time. Before you speak again, I suggest you remember this: you are not even worthy of being the dirt stuck to your king's boots--or even the dirt stuck to that dirt, for that matter. If you value your life or the life of Ausgard, you will show your lord the respect he deserves," she reprimanded in a soft voice. Though the Queen rarely ever raised her voice, it was blatantly obvious when she was angered by something--and now was one of those times. Marcelle had much more to say to him, but could barely muster the sanity to speak coherently at the time.
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 19, 2007 7:57:59 GMT -8
Naahra watched all of this with a shocked expression on her face and a light of terror in her ghostly eyes. As much as she wished to stand up for Laties, she didn't wish to lose the favor of her parents in such a way. Slowly, she turned her gaze to her father, and began to speak in a shaky voice.
"Father...if you will allow...I will go down to the Blood Chamber with Laties as well..."
Now, even she didn't know what she meant by that, though she had an idea. She wanted to go down there and take the punishment with her friend, but, by the way she said it, it may have suggested that she wanted to be the one to torture the poor general. As soon as the words left her quivering lips, she wished she could grab them back and shove them into her mouth. /Oh no! What have I done?!/ she thought, chastising herself internally. Her gaze turned down to the beautiful pale pink slippers that adorned her feet, and listened to the music that the musicians were playing for the dancers. She turned back to Lord Remarque and gave him another glance, but this time, one that showed no confusion, no contempt, nothing but a small flicker of kindness. Maybe she could find a friend in this man, or maybe she'd just be there, the pet of her mother... Sighing, she looked away, her gaze traveling to the ceiling. She would look anywhere, anywhere at all, as long as she didn't have to look at Laties... He would probably think she betrayed him...
((Awwww... I think Naahra may have a little crush on Eltana! Go figure!))
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King Osirus
Knights of Osirus
King of Alyssus[/u][/i]
Slayer of Shade, Imprisoner of Innocence
Posts: 48
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Post by King Osirus on Sept 19, 2007 9:39:28 GMT -8
Slowly opening his eyes, he watched his furious Queen bare her own fangs against Laties. Hell surely hath no fury like a woman scorned. A wicked smile slid across his lips as Laties spoke. "Forgive me if I insulted you. Do as you will but this information regards the one of the swords. You said you would pay a great sum of gold for any information on it and my mere request is instead of gold, I want a life spared and you can do as you will with mine." Osirus began to chuckle. It was a low, rumbling chuckle at first, until it grew into a humored cackle. Especially when his daughter even dared to suggest she would go into the Blood Chamber, Osirus could no longer contain himself. He laughed and laughed loudly. It was like someone had simply poked him with a stick and set him off into a rolling and creepy laugh. After a moment, he turned back to face Laties, throwing out an arm to point at him.
"General Laties! You are certainly one of a kind! You know very well how to bargain even when you have no chips upon the chess board!" Osirus then walked up to Laties again, bringing himself close to the General's own formidable body. He looked at Laties, their noses barely touching.
"You say you have information on a sword? You are ill in thinking I would throw away such precious information," he said, his voice low.
"And you would honestly think I would kill a Sergeant for his misdeeds? No, I have...much more important plans for my dear young Knight, as I do with you Laties. You two are far too important than you realize," the King said, absently taking a lock of Laties' hair unto his hand, quiet disgusted with its texture. He then looked at Laties with a shockingly calm smile.
"Dear, dear Laties...I would like it very much for you to take my daughter upon the dance floor for one...last dance. You'd like that very much, would you not? If not, I'll have very soldier crawling over this castle to bring young Israfel to me. You like to bargain, do you? Well, I'm now offering you a dance and in turn, I will not have my soldiers drag your beloved Sergeant out here to get humiliated, do you understand me?" Osirus asked. Without waiting for Laties' answer, he walked to his daughter, looking right past her cold demeanor.
"Laties would like a final dance with you..." He said, taking her hand quite forcibly. He then dragged her to Laties and forced her towards him. Without another word, he walked back to his throne and sat. For a moment, he looked at no one aside from the pair now alone on the dance floor. He then glanced at his wife, smiling.
"I will yet enjoy my birthday, my beloved...for the festivities will not stop here..." He said, turning his head to collect Eltana and Nikanoru within this suggestive sentence. The Blood Chamber will be quite full tonight...
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Princess Naahra
Knights of Osirus
Princess of Alyssus[/u]
The Pet of Queen Marcelle
Posts: 49
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Post by Princess Naahra on Sept 19, 2007 12:19:43 GMT -8
Naahra gasped loudly as her father siezed her delicate hand and forced her toward Laties, running into the general with terrible force, a tiny squeak of pain escaping her. Slowly, she peeled her face from the general's breastplate, staring up at him with tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry..." she managed to whisper before she stared down at her feet in shame. He was so kind to her, and she failed him... He treated her like a friend, rather than the princess of Alyssus, and she failed him... She stared up at him, a small smile forming on her lips. "Well, we shouldn't waste any more time... Father has wished us to dance, so I think we should dance..." Slowly, though, her gaze turned from Laties over to where Lord Remarque was sitting. Deep inside her, a tiny part of her wished that instead of Laties, that he would be dancing with her. He was just so...handsome, albeit in a creepy, scary sort of way... She shook the thought from her head and turned to face Laties again.
"Laties, I'm...sorry..." she whispered, her lips quivering. Again, the tears came to her eyes, stinging them. "You shouldn't be the one going to the Blood Chamber... If I wasn't treated like I was, I'd gladly take your place..."
((Naahra: -glare- Make up your mind, already! Laties or Eltana?!))
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Post by Laties on Sept 19, 2007 17:58:10 GMT -8
Laties chuckled as he leaned up and gently moved the king’s hand from his hair. Not daring to provoke the man any further, he continued with a sly smile on his face, “I like living on the edge, you should try it.” The general stayed quiet as the king spoke about his own bargain for nodding, “Why, it would be an honor, my king. I’d love to take the princess out for a dance.”
When the princess was practically shoved at him, Laties took a step forward as a small breeze suddenly surrounded the princess, slowing her down slightly. His arms wrapped around her petite body firmly as a warm smile formed on his face, “Princess, like I said, there is nothing to be sorry about.” Slowly, he moved away and offered his arm to properly take her to the dance floor.
Once she took his arm, he quickly led her to the middle of the room and faced her before he slowly raised his slightly roughen hands and placed it underneath her chin to lift her face a bit. “I’ll help you bring out the more confident you, I’ll bring out that little rebel in you.” He grinned before he began to dance with the princess.
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 19, 2007 18:55:19 GMT -8
Laties...why would you do something like this for me? Why, damn it! Israfel had to stop, his vision swimming before him as he rested his shoulder against the cold stone wall. He gasped for breath as he listened to the plip plip of his bleeding leg echoing off the walls, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Letting out a sigh of pain, he turned so that he lay his back against the cold stone, shutting his eyes for a moment. The guilt was rising into a painfully acidic feeling in his stomach. How could I let Laties run off like this? If he's not dead yet... Israfel winced at the thought. But why did he care? For all Israfel could remember, Laties had always treated him like an obnoxious little brother. But...a brother none the less...just like...my own brother...
Opening his eyes, he stared into the breathing flames of the lit torch before him. Even if Laties had given him the order not to follow him, Israfel couldn't let him take the entire blame. In all reality, it was Israfel's fault he had lost the sword. The King would surely know this, and yet, Israfel couldn't abandon this horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen to the General. It was the same cold feeling that he had gotten when his father and brother left to fight the Shade. It was that same far off feeling that soon, something would happen that would change his life and Laties' for the worse. If that meant Laties' death, then Israfel wanted to at least try and differ the odds.
He winced and stole a glance at his leg. The stitching Laties had done over was keeping the wound shut and disinfected, but it was still bleeding. He could feel the warm crimson liquid drip down his leg. The pain was starting to dull, but it was still difficult to walk and every step he took sent searing needles of pain all throughout his leg. It would take months to heal thoroughly, but he had to ignore this thought as he managed his way through the twisting halls and extensive stairs. His pained looks managed to keep away most of the servants who had seen him, but what he was really looking forward to were the disgusted looks of the royals.
Walking into the Grand Hall, he stay close to the wall, pressing himself against it as he struggled to see over the wall of nobles. What the hell are they all standing around for? What's going on? Israfel asked himself. Suddenly, his heart leaped into his throat and his eyes went to the King. The King was clearly not pleased. The look on his face was that of anger and disgust. So that meant Laties was still alive. But there was something drawing everyone's attention. Struggling to find a head to look over or peer through the arms of someone. Finding a lucky split between two people, he witnessed something that was...odd. Instead of writhing in pain on the floor as Israfel had imagined, he was dancing! And dancing the Princess no less!
"What the hell?" Israfel shook his head and shoved through a few nobles, still slightly shrouded from sight as he watched Laties dance in utter confusion. Stealing yet another glance at the royal pedestal, he could see the Queen Marcelle, Eltana, and Nikanoru all sitting by the King. A dangerous set up.
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