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After all this time

op do okt 12, 2017 11:47 pm









your path is beautiful and crooked
and just as it should be

The warm feeling of the sun shines through the white curtains in her room. Slowly Syrena awakens and rises from her bed. she stretches her arms and opens her eyes fully so they could get used to the light. Her lips are subtile curved into a smile as she moves her hands towards the side of the bed. Swiftly moving herself up from the bed towards the closet. She picks out a rather simple yet flow blue coloured dress. She places the dress on her bed and got herself ready for the morning. Removing her nightgown, washing herself and then puts the dress on. She let her slender fingers slide through her blonde locks and tucks some locks away behind her ear. As she stood up she placed herself in front of the mirror and smiles softly This should do she whispers softly as she re arranged the dress a bit and then left the room to get everything done for today.
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A Few weeks have passed since the young lady had set foot inside the castle of D’auvignon. It had been a rather eventful night and had asked a lot of herself. For the first time she was able to visit a large ball in the city she just started her own painting store in. Her own little peaceful place. Where she could work for as long as she wanted, when she wanted. And probably most important: without having people around her. Ever since the ball she showed a few people her paintings. They where curious and holding back at first. But later in the evening they came back to her and invited her to their rooms to make sure she would get a painting done within no time.

Syrena had shook her head that day. Because usually painting take a lot of time and sometimes she can work on them for weeks. -But- They would pay her well if she would finish it fast so she accepted the job. As she leaves the estate with all her belongings she placed herself in the carriage and told the driver they where ready to go.
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It wouldn’t be a very long journey but still she had enough time for some sketches. They where just quick little doodles she created from the landscape they drive through but they where always a good practise. It made her more diverse and she always gained inspiration from it. And as the large castle appeared in the corners of her eyes. She turned her blue gaze towards the imposing building. Her mind gazed back towards the night she arrived at the ball. It looked so beautiful with all the candles that where lit and the people with their pretty dresses who made this evening even more delicate. A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked away from the large building again towards her canvasses. She caress the fabric and felt the pattern of it underneath her slender fingers. The slightest pressure could damage the fabric of the canvas. If only she had her sketching books or canvasses with her that evening.. If only..
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Before she realised the carriage made a stop and she had to hold herself for a moment. While gaining her balance back the driver opened the door and that was a call for Syrena to stand up and leave the carriage. As the sunlight lit her face she pinched her eyes a bit and made her way to the large doors that where opened for her by some guards. She made a small bow and entered the castle where a servant just arrived to accompany her through the castle Welcome, my lady. The Duke and Duchess of Devonshire are already waiting for you inside their rooms. The servants will take care of your belongings. An instant smile was shown on her face. Thank you her voice softly and bubbly. But I do hope that they are gently with my belongings. The man nodded Of course they will he began a bit impatient as he started walking down the hallway. Follow me young lady.. Before she realised he already started walking.

With a little doubt in her veins she decided to follow him. Letting her eyes glide over all the people in the hallway and all the decorations that belonged to the king. What would he be like? She wondered. Knowing only his name and not the man’s face.






There’s a phrase I love… Which was
‘If you stumble, you make it part of the dance
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Re: After all this time

op vr okt 20, 2017 12:04 pm




Thriumph


Ever since that one night everything had changed. That night when the masked ball event took place, when he himself was totally undercover on his own party. He did that once in a while, just to see what was going around when he wasn’t seemingly around. Other times he just set on his royal mask and let the people that needed something of him kiss his feet. If he had to be honest, that second option was way too boring, and since masked balls weren’t that common it was becoming a nice tradition of him being unseen. It kept Thriumph sharp, playing his little games, and throwing in his “king card” only when it was really needed. But beside that, it kept the people sharp as well. Thinking he wasn’t attending loosened the mouths up quite a bit, and when it becomes clear that in the aftermath he knew all of it anyways, it would cause a rather nice atmosphere, well, Thriumph thought so.

But the last masked ball brought something else to the table, a nice little conversation. A nice little dance that made the man hungry for more. And yet she disappeared, leaving him with the unknown that he couldn’t figure out at first sight. Something that frustrated him, because he always got the information he needed, and being king stood apart from that. It was like a little hobby, finding out who the woman was, sending his scouts to see if there was any to be found about the whereabouts of the lady. It gave him the challenge he needed from time to time, being away from being king and keeping it that way. ’Come in.’ He spoke coldly as response to the knock of the door. One of his scouts had come back, and stepped quietly through the door once his words were said. ’What do you have for me today?’ Thriumph asked as his eyes were piercing through the man that seemed more uncomfortable with the second. ’So the lady is heading towards the castle now? To do what?’ As the man in front of him became more nervous, Thri sighed once, annoyed by the jumpy look he had. ’Alright, lead her after her appointment to the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire to this room, just mention someone wanted to see her.’ As cold as his first words were, so were this ones, but now the arrogance showed through his voice. ’Understood? And keep me posted about the lady.’ He finally said, as he pointed his eyes to the door. The man nodded quickly before almost running out the room. A slight grin appeared on the face of Thriumph, that scout still had a lot to learn.

After another guard had mentioned she was in the gates he just patiently waited. Something he was very very good at, although he had to say that his position at the throne wasn’t a good influence at that. Still, he made sure he kept the ability to wait very long on something that hadn’t certainty on being as valuable. The lady would have the appointment for about now, surely he could just block and cross the Duke and Duchess, but that wouldn’t be as fun. Thriumph knew that as well. With long strides he walked towards the little counter and pulled one drawer open. In it the black masked, made with silky fabric was the first thing that jumped to the eye. The little details were made with the greatest of care. He grabbed it and stroked over the piece a couple of time before he laid it on the top and closed the drawer again. Another knock was hearable at the door, with a muffled voice coming right after. ’Lady Syrena here at your request, your grace.’ A little playful smile curled up from his lips as he let the guard with company in. ’Come in,’ The same short and cold words he always used as he watched the lady to come in. Even though it had been a masked ball, he could recognize her eyes in an instant. The scouts had done it right just this one time. ’Syrena, I heard you are making the prettiest of portraits around the area?’ Thri asked the lady in a slightly less cold tone. He gestured the guard to leave and close the door by a single gaze. Instead of walking towards the lady he walked towards the counter he had just opened and grabbed the mask from the top. Holding it up for her to see he held his head a little skew. ’Remember this?’


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Re: After all this time

op di okt 24, 2017 9:51 pm
Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird,
As the servant walked in front of her she had to walk a bit faster to stay with him. The last thing she wanted was to lose her sense of direction in a castle she only visited briefly. And it was. The only thing she saw on that magical night was the hall and the ballroom the festivities where held in. Ever since that one night she imagined what would have happened with that mysterious man she had met. He would probably have run off to his wife and children (or worse) since she had never heard anything from him again.

The castle had definitely curses an unforgiving spell on her and on her mind. It was almost as if it kept her in it’s grip. Suffocating her each and every time she would set foot inside the castle.

The servant walked on and took the stairs to one of the upper rooms. Syrena continued her pass and as soon as the servant stopped and opened a large brown door she hesitated a bit. With a much slower pass she set foot in the room where she saw the duke and his wife standing in the most extravagant costumes she had ever seen. A soft smile appeared on her face as she made her way into the room. The duke was a small but bigger man with dark brown to almost black hair and wore a large red cape with gold applications on it. While the Duchess was a slender and fine woman with a softer coloured dress on. They did not looked like the ‘ideal’ couple at first. But both of them looked amazing and she could not wait to get started on her paintings. Silence fell over the room but as the duke made the first move Syrena looked up at him. Duke:Look at you, you must be Lady Syrena. the man began very spontaneous. It is a pleasure to finally meet you again sir. her voice soft but hearable as she made a small bow towards the duke and duchess. Duchess:Stand up girl, enough with the formalities she lady smiled as she made her way towards Syrena. I am sorry my lady. But my nerves are playing games with me today. hesitation hearable in her soft voice. Nonsense girl, Everything will go all as planned. she lady smiled as she made her way towards the table. Would you like to get something to drink? She nodded Yes, I would love to have some tea my lady. The duchess nodded towards a servant and he immediately began serving the tea. As the three of them placed themselves around the table in the room.

Syrena placed herself on the chair and placed the sketching book next to her. A soft smile slipping through her lips as the servant placed the tea on the table. I would like to talk about the positions you want to be painted in and the style you want me to follow. continuing her words but this time in a much more serious way. She locked her nervousness behind a large door and made sure nothing could affect her work right now.

A few hours passed by as Syrena discussed the best positions for the duke and duchess. She sketched and sketched and took a few samples of their dresses for her color scheme. After that she made a few sketched of the room and decided where she wanted to place the two of them in. Alright, I think I am done for today. I have to mix some paints and see what gives the best quality for this painting and then we can made another appointment to create the final piece. It will take me a while to get to the right final result but with these sketches I can definitely make a nice start. The duke laughed Well girl you can visit us as many times as you wish. And if you need anything my wife will be glad to get things done for you. the man said without hesitation.

I really appreciate your concerns and I cannot wait to start on the painting as fast as I can. she quietly speaks, her voice stronger than she had imagined, she gets on her feet and pushes a few blonde strands from her face. A smile still tainted on her cheeks. Once she left the room and made her way through the hall thinking about how she came here another servant she had not seen here before approached her. A little confused she stopped walking as the man started talking to her. My lady, the king demands your presence in the throne room. He asked me to bring you there. ’The King?’ Did he really say the king?! In an instant she wondered what the king would want from her. Did she do something wrong by coming here? A little curious she tilted her head and nodded slowly. We should not let the king wait then. Her voice warm but slightly worried for what would happen she followed the servant.

The doors opened and there was her point of hesitation again. She was meeting the king not even knowing what or how. Almost desperate eyes looked towards the servant who announced her. She wanted him to stop wanted to step away or better; run. But she felt as if needles pinched her into the ground and made her stop walking for good. As the servant stopped talking following the cold words that came come in out off the room. She immediately made a few steps forward.  Letting her eyes get used on the light she saw the man. First only his silhouette but then the face became more detailed.

A few meters before him she stopped walking and made a small bow. My king, you asked for me? came from her rosy lips. As she pointed her gaze on him she was finally able to see his face clear. He wore a certain authority over himself and his posture made him even more imposing. She was almost ashamed that she did not see him at the ball. But as she thought about that moment at the ball she wondered if the king was even there that night.

Silence took over and for a moment she did not knew what to say. So she wiggled her fingers around the fabric of her dress and pointed her eyes away from him. That certain authority he had made her even more nervous. As the man started talking about her portraits she loosened the grip around the fabric of her dress and drifted her gaze back towards the king. I am doing the best I can sire. Her voice is barely a whimper, almost overwhelmed by the sound of his cold voice. It still felt strange to her to speak with all the courtesy the royals had here. She never learned to speak like this.

As the door shut down in the lock behind her she shook a little and turned her gaze towards the door. Fine, what would happen with her now? What where his plans with her since they where both alone now. A a little voice inside her 'hoped' he would only want to talk about her portraits. But her conscience told her something else.. It was like she knew him. Him and all his ways of talking, walking and especially his way to twirl her around his finger. And with that feeling of knowing the man the hairs on her back made his way up and a shiver ran down her spine. She followed him with her blue eyes as he made his way towards the counter. Graciously he walked but there was also something dark and taunting about his way of acting.

Her heart skipped a beat with every word the man said and then, something dark dimmed up in her eyes. He was holding something in his hands and lifted it up in an instant. Her blue eyes grew wider. And her head is spinning, her ears ringing, she feels as if she's about to throw up. In an instant she made a few steps towards the king. Curious, but careful. I, I remember that sire. The man must have lost it the night I met him her voice a bit trembling. Of course she would remember that. She would remember that cursed mask even when it was a hundred meters away from her. Syrena could feel her heart beating in her throat. It was a dry and harsh feeling and as she tried to swallow a time it didn’t go down.

How is it you sing?





There’s a phrase I love… Which was
‘If you stumble, you make it part of the dance
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Re: After all this time

op do jan 11, 2018 6:40 pm

















.Thriumph Medici.
with flesh and blood, I commanded an army

Thriumph had prepared well for this, this little meeting that he had planned in his head at the moment he heared the lady would visit his castle again. To be exactly honest, he had prepared since this scouts had localized the lady Thriumph had described very detailed for them. Ofcourse he couldn’t just run off to look for some girl, he had his kingdom to rule. Even though the woman had crossed his mind for all too long, he still had the sanity to focus on the things that kept him on his beloved throne. The throne he ripped out of the hands of his brother, who had, very conveniently, gone insane short before. Yes he loved his hunts for things he could just get at his saying, but keeping things as they were now was his top priority.

The guard that announced the lady was far less nervous as the scout that had done it before. His cold and short words were handled professional even though he knew he wasn’t that warm of a accomplice. If Thriumph spoke short, you were good was the general rule. As soon as the lady stepped in he couldn’t get his eyes of her. Her pale skin that could almost be called translucent and the light blonde hair that framed and softened her sharp features. She made an angelic appearance even though he sensed that she didn’t know that herself.

’I’ve heard so much about a slender blonde lady that made magic on all the canvasses she touched.’ He answered to her soft voice, being slightly less cold than towards his staff. ’You do understand if those kinds of words reach the castle I get at least a bit curious.’ The door clicked, making his attention shift to the door before shifting it back to her. He could feel her tension rising through the roof, feeling how she made the air thicken around her. ’Oh Syrena, you sure were a lot less nervous at the ball, my lady.’ Thri watched her get closer at the sight of the mask, making that little playful smile enlarge a little bit, increasing the darkness with that. ’I’m quite sure that man didn’t lost it, I don’t think such a fine mask gets lost easily.’ Thriumph almost talked to the mask itself, stroking the soft fabric before laying his piercing eyes back on her.

He loved this, giving the vague hints just to tease her, knowing even her mind doesn’t dare it that quick he would be the one behind that mask that night. Registering every movement she made he just patiently waited, let the silence fall in for a few moments. His eyes darkened, he could see that masked ball wasn’t any ordinary for her either. With slow movements he raised the mask up, studying the inside before putting it on his face, showing only his pale blue eyes and his lips that curled up even more. ’This sure fits quite well, don’t you think?’ Thriumph asked looking directly in her eyes, waiting for any reaction to be shown, playing, taunting along the way. And something told him, he wasn’t going to end that very soon.





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