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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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AS THEIR CASTLES CRUMBLE SLOWLY, WE WATCH THEM FALL
THE CROWN SLIPS FROM HEADS UNWORTHY AS WE GAIN CONTROL
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Re: Empty chairs at empty tables

op do dec 28, 2017 1:09 am
how can i be tender
with this much blood in my mouth
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
with this much blood in my mouth
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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