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Empty chairs at empty tables

op wo dec 20, 2017 6:21 pm



IN A TIME OF MONSTERS
even a wise man may fall
The air was crisp with the scent of the desert, a fine layer of spray lingered on his skin. He twisted his hands and watched, transfixed, as the tiny gems slipped down his wrist, leaving cool entrails running parallel to his veins. It had been weeks since he had been home, and yet he felt no comfort returning to the stone cold walls that cast the frame of the castle. The gentle kiss of the Valyrian breeze no longer felt warm but settled down like a chilling sheet of air. Everything that once was a luxury to him, was now a irritating pest.

His mouth was dry from the journey and he did not wish to recall any of the events that had occurred. More than anything he craved sleep, the type that brought empty dreams and dead silence. A release from life, if only for an hour. But for now, he would settle for a tumbler of ale. Or perhaps two. Undoubtedly he would probably need an entire keg before being satisfied, but until then, an easy haze should keep him pleasant enough for his guest.

He strode along the empty corridors until the overwhelming scent of fresh bread and cherry wine drew him into the grandeur of the kitchens. The doors swung aside as he shouldered his way in and poured a glass of ale for himself. Settling on one of the plush chairs around the oversized table, he began to drink. The mahogany wood shone with a glimmer that could only be achieved through constant glossing, yet the table had not been full in months. The chill of the evening had begun to wear off next to the fireplace at the end of the room, it lit his face with a hazy glow and turned his drink into liquid gold. He swung his head back and allowed his eyes to drift lazily around the room, and soon enough, his wish came true, as he drifted into a dreamless sleep amongst the the warmth of the hearth.

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op do dec 28, 2017 1:09 am
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A few weeks had passed since she'd arrived in the capital. The initial fear of the unknown had died down a bit, mainly because the Queen had treated her with the utmost kindness and hospitality. Still, she couldn't exactly call Archeon her home yet. Maybe in due time, she told herself. In the meantime, she had gotten acquainted with the other handmaidens and a significant proportion of the other staff. It was all but difficult for her to make new friends, although she had to keep reminding herself to not trust everyone too easily. Growing up in d'Auvignon had taught her that not everyone was as trustworthy as they seemed to be and she tried her best to keep out of the political games that so many members of the bourgeoisie were playing.

Adaptation was something she was good at. In a couple of days, she had managed to pick up on most Valyrian customs. She’d taught herself to look like someone from Archeon: to adapt to Valyrian fashion and wear her hair the way the people from the capital did. It was only a matter of time before she blended into the palace perfectly. She even liked her job as a handmaiden. It mostly consisted of making sure the Queen looked immaculate and gossiping about everybody else with her colleagues. It was something she was cut out for.

When she was not needed, she spent her time walking around the palace grounds. The architecture was breath-taking, no matter how often she strolled through the building. Her small journey led her to the kitchen, where she often stopped to have a chat with the staff. Every now and then she was rewarded with a little snack. Today, however, she walked into someone she wasn’t expecting just yet. It was the King himself, reclining on one of the chairs at the grand dinner table. It looked like he was sleeping, so she made sure to be quiet. She caught herself looking at him for a minute, simply the fact that he was royalty was enough to draw her in for a few seconds. Not to mention the fact that he was perfectly handsome. Noting that thought, she immediately averted her gaze. She wondered what he was doing here, sleeping in a dining chair wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to rest. Maybe something was wrong. "Are you alright, your grace?" she then asked, in her trademark soft voice. Perhaps the sound wasn't even enough to wake him.

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Re: Empty chairs at empty tables

op za jan 06, 2018 12:01 pm



IN A TIME OF MONSTERS
even a wise man may fall
As he felt his head turn light and his eyelids turn heavier he drifted away from this world. Even though it would only be for an hour he needed it. He needed some time for himself to recover from everything that has been happening the past few months. Making sure the kingdom was safe was more than just fight battles or have endless discussions with your advisers. It was a chess game. Every pawn has his own duty and had to be taken care of.  But for now, all he craved for was some sleep.

He did not want anyone to bother him, but that was difficult when the castle was always filled with a lot of different people. And when each and everyone of them wanted something from him. It was easy to say that he had to go to his bedroom. But even there .. Even there where people who wanted something. The kitchens where one of the few places where it was always busy, cooks crafting meals, maidens taking away the dirt laundry. But at this moment this also was the only place where he would not be bothered. For now, at least. or not?

As he drifted away he felt his head slowly turning forward again as he slowly made himself more comfortable into the chair, crossing his arms, letting the glass with ale rest in his hand. Probably not the best decision he would make because as soon as he drifted away his muscles started to relax and the grip around the glass loosened.

After a few minutes of rest a soft voice flowed trough the room. It was barely hear able but just enough to make him tuck himself deeper into the chair. A soft grumble hear able. His mind tried to focus on the voice but his sleep eventually won it from him. He did not want to open his eyes just now. But before he could even realized it or better: react. The glass filled with ale slipped out off his hand and made his way towards the ground. And for a moment the quietness in the room was filled with the sound of a loud crack. Making the glass break into a thousand pieces. And as fast as Larethian had drifted away in a sleep, the faster he woke up. His head still dizzy. What the he.. he growled. his voice low and slightly irritated from the rough way he had woken up. He tiled his gaze towards the ground and shook his head. well that's a shame. he sighed as he tiled his head back and slide his hand through his hair. It was then that he saw Ophelia, one of Dacosta her handmaidens standing in the room. Dacosta always had a hand of it to pick out the most beautiful girls to be her handmaidens. And he could not blame her for that. In the end: the eye also wants something to look at. But right now Lareth was wondering why she just stood there like that. His head tilted a bit and he turned his blue gaze into hers. Can I help you girl?





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Re: Empty chairs at empty tables

op zo jan 14, 2018 11:15 pm
how can i be tender
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At first, she’d been anxious to get to know her new employers. Royalty always carried a certain weight with it and she had no idea what to expect from it. Sure, she’d heard stories, but when were rumours ever true? In the face of her own fears, she’d told herself to just ride it out, to not think about what it would be like until she actually met the royal family. She’d come to find out that they were just like everybody else in most day-to-day aspects of life.

Ophelia's worried gaze was fixated on the glass of wine he was so loosely holding. It reminded her of her father, who had picked up the nasty habit of binge-drinking after her mother had passed away. The man would drink himself into a stupor in their family room every single evening, falling asleep in the enormous armchair they had there. He’d drop his glass, spilling wine or ale all over the floor and the rug. It was always her who had to clean up the mess, picking up the shards of glass he’d left behind.

So, she decided that it’d be a grand idea to try and prevent that sort of thing from happening. In her soft voice, she asked the King himself if he was alright. Her eyes widened as she heard a low grumble stem from him. For a second she feared that he was going to be angry with her for waking him, although she wasn’t even sure if the volume of her voice was enough to do so. Her heart jumped when she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. She took a step back as the shards and the liquid scattered all over the floor. A quiet gasp left her mouth involuntarily. She looked frightened as she heard his soft growl. After the initial shock had vanished, she instinctively bowed down to start picking up the pieces of glass. She did it carefully, not wanting to cut herself on all the sharp edges. She didn’t look up at him until he addressed her personally. He’d asked if he could help her, to which she quickly shook her head. “No, no, I was just wondering if you were alright. I’m so terribly sorry I made you drop it, your grace.” Apologies always seemed to cascade from her lips like waterfalls. It always came so naturally to her to tell other people she was sorry. “I could fetch you a new one, if you'd like?” she quietly offered. The last thing she wanted, was for the king to despise her.

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Re: Empty chairs at empty tables

op zo jan 21, 2018 10:07 pm

OH, THE BATTLE MAY BE BLOODY
BUT THAT KIND OF WORKS FOR ME

Whilst he was in a deep and dreamy state of sleeping a few moments ago. Right now he felt as if he was pushed over by a train. His head felt heavy and his eyelids felt weak. As if he had not slept for days or maybe even weeks. The girl shook her head by his words and answered him in an instant. You didn't he simply answered towards her apologies. His gaze went from hers towards the ground where she reached for the broken parts of glass. Let me take care of that, or you might hurt yourself. he sighed softly. Sometimes he could get a little irritated the way he was treated. As if he was a delicate flower instead of a king. It seemed that sometimes they forgot that he has been a kings guard that had to protect the realm. Most of the time he found it rather funny but at the moment the fatigue struck and he could became a bit more grumpy than other days.

Larethian pushed himself up from the chair he was hanging in very comfortable. He lowered himself and started picking up the rest of the glass that had splintered on the ground. Smelling the damps of alcohol that came from the ground.  Well, at least it smells somewhat decent now. Instead of uncooked meat. he teased the lady as he pushed himself up and threw the splinters of glass away.

Larethian wiped his hands off the towel and turned his body towards the lady again. If you could fetch me another one, I would appreciate that. As he moved his body towards the table again and placed himself on the comfortable wooden chair. Also, serve yourself a drink. You could take a break I guess. Larethian leaned back onto the chair and made himself somewhat comfortable again as he waited for the drink. I know that my wife can be rough to handle some days. So some short break would be appreciated, or am I wrong? He showed her a half-smile, his eyes briefly lighting up with an ocean of blue sparks. His stormy soul roughly hidden behind the veil of darkness.


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op za jan 27, 2018 11:37 pm
how can i be tender
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Honestly, she wanted the earth to split open and swallow her up entirely when she noticed she’d woken him. She had a tendency to panic quickly, even at the smallest of inconveniences. In a matter of seconds, she'd convinced herself he would be angry with her, which was the reason that she just stared at him a bit sheepishly when he reacted calmly to her words.

Ophelia was convinced that her eyes grew in size as she watched him get up from his chair. Standing up, he looked even more imposing than before. A hint of surprise showed in her gaze as he kneeled down to help her pick up the various pieces of glass that were sprawled around on the floor. She hadn’t expected the king of all people to lower himself to this kind of task, but she appreciated the help. A small grin appeared on her face as she heard his remark. She wasn’t particularly fond of the scent of wine, but it was better than the smells that emerged from the kitchen every now and then. “Maybe we should spill some more glasses then,” she joked, focusing her gaze on the pile of glass that was accumulating in her hands. As soon as she felt like she got all the pieces, she threw them away, wiping her hands to rid herself of the wine that stained them.

With wide eyes, she looked up at him as he turned to her again. He requested another glass, to which she nodded. “Absolutely, your grace,” she told him, as she turned around to head for the kitchen again. Before she could make her way there, he told her to pour another glass of wine for herself. Apparently, she was going to take a break. With a small smile, she nodded and headed for the kitchen. There had only been a handful of occasions where she’d actually drank wine and she had come to find out that she couldn’t handle her liquor all that well. Usually, she kept it at a maximum of two glasses, to avoid possibly embarrassing or precarious situations. She fetched two glasses and a jug of wine – in case he wanted another glass after this – and walked back towards the area where he was sitting. She poured the wine into his glass as she listened to his words. Ophelia cocked an eyebrow at him when he suggested his wife could be a lot to handle. “I find the Queen to be absolutely delightful, your grace,” she answered quietly, pouring herself some wine too. “I consider myself lucky to be her handmaiden. But a break is always appreciated.” At the last sentence, she flashed a smile at him. A small token of appreciation for a little time off.

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op ma feb 12, 2018 10:20 pm

OH, THE BATTLE MAY BE BLOODY
BUT THAT KIND OF WORKS FOR ME

As soon as Larethian found the comfort of the chair again his body relaxed. Leaning a bit against the wood of the chair he let his eyes rest onto Ophelia her movements. A pretty, pretty face and slender figure. And then there were those taunting deer like brown eyes that moved wider once he had helped her with the broken pieces of glass.

Lareth knew how hard the work was to take care of a royal family. He had been there years ago. Maybe not with the same work as Ophelia. He did not knew anything about sowing dresses, cleaning, dresses, serving the best wine and all that other stuff. But he knew how ’needed’ the family was and how hard people had to work for them to keep them satisfied. A subtle smile was placed on his lips once the lady was talking about his wife and how lucky she was to be her handmaiden. Dacosta could be a handful, even though she did not want to admit. He knew the thoughts of his wife lately and how insecure she became. Maybe she should hire some elder maidens to help her get comfortable again. If you asked the king there was nothing not even a single thing wrong with her. She was still the perfect, elegant being he felt in love with many years ago.

He grins, playing around with the glass for a bit as he tilted his gaze up towards her. Are you enjoying your time at court, my lady? he asks her as curious as he was. After all, life at Archeon was so different from the rest of this world. Especially in the castle there where riches, gold and huge statues around every corner. Representing the dragons that their family worshipped so much. You are not from Valyria, am I right? Larethian places the glass around his lips and took another sip. Waiting for her reaction.


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op di maa 06, 2018 7:14 pm
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It was hard work, taking care of the royal family. Ophelia didn’t mind, though, since she repeatedly told herself that the royals themselves must be even busier than their staff. She didn’t really know what exactly they were busy with, however. She had no idea what it took to run a country, but she figured it couldn’t be easy. Especially with the increasing amount of protest that were starting to pop up around the city. Rumour had it that it was all caused by one man, which Ophelia found hard to believe. She mostly tried to avoid the groups of protestors, hoping it would all blow over soon. The more she got to know the royal family, the more she found herself supporting them. That was the very reason he assured the King that she was fond of his wife, to which the man smiled. It hadn’t escaped Ophelia that Dacosta had been behaving differently as of late, although she wasn’t sure for what reason. Maybe it had something to do with the King, maybe not.

Once again, she bared her teeth in a bright smile when he asked if she was enjoying herself here. She nodded. “Honestly, I was quite anxious to go here at first. I’d never left my hometown before I came here,” she told him. “But the family has been very welcoming and I’ve managed to find my way pretty quickly.” To this day, it still surprised her how easily she fit in. Maybe it was the Valyrian blood that ran through her veins. She shook her head when he asked if she was from here. “I was born and raised in d’Auvignon,” she continued. “But my mother was Valyrian.” She wasn’t completely out of touch with Valyrian culture. Although she was raised with the Navarran culture, her mother made her pick up some Valyrian customs as well. In the meantime, she let the red liquid swirl around in her glass for a bit. Drinking wasn’t exactly her strong suit. After a glass or two it usually became painfully clear that she couldn’t handle her liquor very well, which is why she carefully started sipping at the glass just a little bit. After she swallowed down the red liquid, she looked at him again with a slight grin on her face. “I’m trying to think of something to ask you, but I feel like I know way more about you than you know about me already.” He was the King, of course the handmaidens were going to talk about him every now and then, and so did Dacosta. He was a public figure, after all. Still, it was strange to know someone like this before she’d ever talked to him.

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op vr maa 30, 2018 6:26 pm

OH, THE BATTLE MAY BE BLOODY
BUT THAT KIND OF WORKS FOR ME

The two of them where still in the kitchens and although Larethian actually never showed his face here it was nice to hang around in another room. The kitchens where quite darker and less hot than the rest of the castle. The second thing he liked about the kitchens was that there where no guards or other advisors here that could stalk him around with their questions. So perhaps this would be his new 'private' space to hang around for a drink or maybe a chat. Larethian actually never cared for the lower statuses around court. If the servants and maids where behaving themselves he would also be somewhat polite and interesting towards them. As for now, he asked the lady some questions which she dodges back at him almost immediately. She told him about the fact that she had never left her hometown before. Which interested him quite. He nodded slowly when she spoke her words and tilted his head a bit as she finishes them. Born and raised in the country of Navarre but her mother was a Valyrian. You speak of her as if she is not a part of this world anymore. Am I right? His words where referring to her answer she gave him just now. He still looks at her with the slightest interest and decides to empty the glass and place it back on the wooden table again. Larethian saw how she started sipping on the drink. Most of the servants and maids where not used to these kind of treatments. So you could probably say that he wasn't that bad of a king after all. Perhaps it was also her beauty that was playing part in this small conversation. His eyes where still focused on her as he saw the grin appear and her soft voice was filling the room with noise again. Each and every word he was picking up carefully and he shows a subtle smile. Everyone knows everything about one another, especially at court. he sighs back as he let his back lean against the chair again and folds his hands. It is not very easy to keep secrets around here. But it is possible. He knew how much royals could talk about one another. And every scandal around these borders was too much. Did you, perhaps have heard any rumors lately? Larethian was always in for some games that had to be played. And the eyes and ears of maidens always saw and heard a lot. So perhaps it was useful information he could gain from her.


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op zo apr 01, 2018 2:39 am
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Every now and then, she looked over her shoulder to check the kitchen staff. She considered herself to be well-acquainted with most of them, and couldn’t help but feel like they were looking at her every now and then. Surely, it wasn’t every day that she was caught up in conversation with the King himself. People would think something of it, they always did. Words travelled fast, and lies usually spread even faster. Ophelia just decided to adopt the technique she usually aimed for: behave as innocently as possible. Generally, it worked out for her. She was considered timid, harmless, and she always managed to stay off everyone’s radar. Still, she couldn’t help feeling like she did something wrong somehow.

The King asked her a few questions about her heritage, something she appreciated, even though she knew he probably didn’t care. Chances were he would forget about her the second she left the room. A bittersweet smile appeared on her face as he addressed the topic of her mother. Although Ophelia and her mother had never really gotten along, her death had still been a heavy burden. “You are, your Grace. She passed away a few years ago, hunting outside d’Auvignon.” It was one of the many reasons she was so terribly afraid of leaving the safe confines of the city. To suppress any emotional reaction, she started softly nipping at her drink for a little bit.

Ophelia’s gaze was fixated on him as he smiled. It wasn’t something she saw all that much and it served as a reminder of how handsome he actually was. However, she was quickly distracted again as he started talking of secrecy. When he asked her if she’d heard any rumours lately, she felt her heart beating in her throat. She didn’t exactly know why, but it felt like he was laying out traps and she was about to step in one. Growing up in Navarre had taught her the very basics of the game that was so valiantly played throughout all ranks of nobility. The key concept was to not trust anybody and never spill your secrets, but Ophelia liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, even if she shouldn’t. She was aware of the fact that she should be cautious of her words, although she had no clue as to what she should look out for. “Not any particularly interesting ones,” she admitted, although a ‘but’ was about to roll right off of her tongue. “But the Queen has been behaving a bit differently as of late.” She had no idea if she should even tell him, since her loyalty was with the Queen, first and foremost. However, if anyone was able to help her, it would be her husband, right? “I don’t know if something’s actually going on at all, but she seems a little jumpy at times.” Concern was obvious from her voice. She paused for a second, before deciding to ask him a question. “Why is everybody so concerned with everyone else’s secrets?” She tilted her head a little as she looked at him, curious for an answer. She was completely aware of the fact that nothing was private, although she had no idea why. Secrets were meant to be kept secret, weren’t they?

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op wo mei 02, 2018 10:10 am
Larethian Akesh
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It was true that he did not knew a lot about his servants and maidens. For all he had known he did not care about them a lot. But perhaps he was wrong and he had to talk to them a lot more often. Ophelia after all seemed like a decent lady. One he was enjoying the conversation with right now. So when things started to get a little more serious he tilted his head a little. Making sure every word from her reached his mind. So sad to hear form your loss, Ophelia. I am sure your mother would be proud of were you stand right now. His eyes seemed to never leave the focus on her.

And while their small conversation went on he tried to let his focus rest on her face. The queen you say? his head was tilted a bit and he could feel his defence mode creeping on stage. Everything that was about Dacosta was something he wanted to know. Not that he knew everything she told him but he was always concerned about her well being. Perhaps I was too busy to notice anything strange around her. almost giving himself the blame for not being a good husband. Did she tell you anything about her current mood? he got carried a little away with his questions so he leaned back into the chair again to regain his breath and ease his mind. For sure there would nothing really bad going on. Or else Dacosta would have told him so herself. But stil he could not help but worrying about her. He knew she was carrying a heavy burden and besides the fact that she was getting insecure about her looks. But other then that.. he had not heard a thing. Which made him worry.

With her next question he had to think about it for a while. His hand found the stubble on his chin were he stroke over for a few times. I think people will always want to hear and know everyone’s secrets. It is in the nature of people wanting to know everything about everyone. And I do think at court it is even worse. There are always backstabbers here and people who have the worse feelings for one another. I cannot deny that. his shoulders were raised a bit while his words died into air and he took another sip from the wine but he forgot it was empty and so placing it back on the table again. He did not want to spill the precious fluid a second time. At least not today.



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op ma mei 07, 2018 11:36 pm
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Ophelia had come to learn that being a handmaiden was almost like being furniture. Except for Dacosta, nobody really paid any attention to her. Most guests barely saw her as a person, nothing more than an object that was there to tend to their every need. They usually didn’t even notice she was in a room until they needed her to do something. At first, she hadn’t exactly liked it. Back home, she’d been someone with decent status, someone people paid attention to. It was a nice change of pace to have someone, a King nonetheless, actually take an interest in her once again. Even if it wasn’t entirely genuine.

She plastered a grateful smile on her face when Larethian offered her his condolences. She wasn’t entirely sure if her mother would be proud of her. Ophelia was nothing like her and they never got along. Still, she missed her. “Thank you, your Grace,” she quietly said, slightly anxious under his gaze that never seemed to depart from her. She seemed to peak his interest when she mentioned his wife. He seemed a little worried and Ophelia didn’t know whether those feelings were justified or not. She didn’t even know whether she should tell him this. After all, she wanted to be a confidante to Dacosta above else, which wouldn’t work out if she just spilled her secrets as soon as she heard of them. “Not really, I’m afraid,” she said, looking down at her feet for a second. “But I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s a strong woman, after all.”[/b] Dacosta wasn’t one to openly show her weaknesses, a useful characteristic for a Queen.

Ophelia then proceeded to ask a rather naïve question and at first, she regretted it. She didn’t want him to think she was stupid or gullible. He answered her nonetheless. She carefully listened, softly nodding at his answers, feeling slightly uneasy as he started about backstabbers. She waited for a few seconds and then cleared her throat. “If I’m honest, there’s still a lot I have left to learn when it comes to these kinds of… delicate matters,” she started off. She wasn’t exactly a great liar, but she could keep a secret. She could read people, but never really knew when they were trying to extract secrets from her. She’d pledged her loyalty to the throne and was wanted to help them as much as she possibly could. “I never know whether people are honest or not. Or when they’re trying to get something out of me.” She felt herself trailing off, but somewhere, she think she wanted his help. To have him tell her what to do, how to behave, because sometimes she had no idea. Her gaze moved to his empty cup again. “A refill, your Grace?” she then asked. After all, she was a servant, first and foremost.

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Re: Empty chairs at empty tables

op do mei 24, 2018 9:06 pm
Larethian Akesh
As their castles crumble slowly, We watch them fall
The crown slips from heads unworthy, As we gain control



Being in service of the crown of Valyria could come quite handy. But people also had a burden on their shoulders. Most of the royals told their secrets about the servants because some of them were either too dumb or too trust worthy. Larethian himself never managed to tell his secrets or deepest desires to one of his servants. He didn't see them as the lower race or not worthy enough to know. For he was nothing and is now king. Something he would never forget. It was just that his trust in people was not as great as it used to be. At least not anymore. Not after everything that has happened in his life. He turned his gaze towards the lady again and nodded when she told him that his wife didn't tell her that much. Well, if you know anything or if you hear anything about my wife. Inform me at once. The last things were spoken with a little more precision almost demanding. If something would be wrong with his family he would want to know it. He wanted to know all the details about everyone.

Larethian leans back onto the chair again while still keeping an eye on her while she did her saying. Castles are a maze of spiderwebs. You could say so. while letting his fingers run over the stubbles of his face. Some will stab your back, others will help you but eventually stab you also in the back. Friends will turn out to lovers, or worse. he shrugs. As long as you will be able to keep your focus and think three times before you say anything you will live the longest. he grins a little. At least, that is how I manage to survive.



The crownless again shall be king




I don't believe in no devil, 'Cause I done raised this hell
I've been the last one standing, when all the giants fell
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