Re: Glued to pieces [Allison]

zo jul 15, 2018 10:28 pm

She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

It was funny how different their lives had been. Apart from the fact that Fay dealt with more than just her being a princess, she was born in it. Born with royal blood running through her veins, automatically being in a high position, the upper tier. Fay didn’t know all that much about the brunette that sat across her, but from the things she had heard, Allison definitely didn’t sound like the typical princess she had met earlier in her life. Pretty interesting if you’d ask Fay, one that had always been the curious one. The words made her look up again, a little smile dragged across her face. ’Did you choose it very consciously?’ Again, the questions were not very tactically asked, which Fay totally blamed the wine for. It wasn’t a very weird thing for her to ask for though, as she never had that choice herself. Of course she had met people that wanted to, talked to them and what their intentions were, but she never could get to the point of understanding. Maybe tonight would be different, or maybe she would never understand. The next words of Allison pulled her out of her thoughts, making her to sip again from her wine. ’That is good, having someone on your side you can trust.’ Fay spoke absently as her eyes roamed around the room again. Thinking about Vestyn and how that made things worse for her instead of better.

The little agreement was something that felt almost as a relieve. It wasn’t something she talked about that often, especially since she was away that often, being around the villagers. Hearing the words that could be just as goods ones from herself. ’They believe in it so hard, that even if the truth is right under their noses, they still think their own.’ The lady took another sip, sniffing after. ’Silly people.’ Fay started giggling for a moment, on how stupid it all sounded. It faded fairly soon to just a grin, which fell back into a small little smile as she listened to the brunette answering. ’That is actually great to hear.’ The lady responded, a little surprise hidden in her voice. ’I can imagine things don’t run as tightly as they do in the north.’ The words were a little bit more serious, reason enough to take another sip. ’Yes I have, briefly though and not in the castle itself.’

BY MITZI

ma jul 16, 2018 12:45 pm

“I did,” Allison answered, smiling softly as she thought back, “I knew what was going to happen here and made sure to profit from it.” Allison, don’t tell this woman you knew the Duke was going to get murdered. Not the wisest decision, but then again… While wine and wise were only a letter apart, they never coexisted. Where she could be considered wise for a woman her age, the second wine came into the picture, the wisdom went all the way back to falkreath. Which was probably for the better. Sometimes she considered doing the same. Packing her bags, putting Kaz in one and just running back to Falkreath for a few weeks. She missed it. The cold temperatures, the quiet atmosphere. But, this was her home now. And, as she had just told Faylice, it had been a very conscious decision to get here.

Silly, Faylice called them. “It is a matter of protecting themselves. One should not spend their time worrying about things that are outside their control,” Allison simply explained, not sure if a born royal like Faylice had ever considered that. “They do not have the knowledge to change things, even if the truth is under their noses. The risk of creating chaos, losing what pathetic lives they lead in the progress…” She couldn’t help but shake her head at the thought. Allison had never been a sheep, but she could see the appeal in it. Not having to worry every second of the day, living a happy life with a husband you probably didn’t love. It sounded horrible, but easy. A life not meant for her, as she was planning to work for her happiness.

“I think every country has an interesting way of leading,” Allison admitted, after Fay had spoken once more. “The difference between the way the Jarl and I do things is almost funny,” she smiled, consciously picking the Jarl as her example, as she had lived in his lands for most of her life. She knew how things worked in the North and while she respected the decisions he made, she didn’t plan on doing the same in Rhoynar. “Rhoynar is a mess. People need order to live, yet long for this ridiculous idea of freedom they find here,” she told Faylice with a shrug. The Duke and Duchess of Rhoynar had a lot to do, yet not that much to say. They needed to respect this so-called freedom, or they would be stabbed in the back at the first opportunity.

JARONART

wo jul 18, 2018 11:14 am

She smiles on trouble,
gathers her strength from distress,
and grows brave by reflection

This conversation was turning out to be a very interesting one. One that was between the two, and they’d probably need to keep it between just the two. It told something about the trust Allison had, already, which was an odd thing. Of course, the wine supported all that, Fay was quite sure she wasn’t supposed to hear it. But that exact thing made her relax more and more, because those things worked both ways. ’You had insight on it?’ The dark haired lady asked to clarify it even more. Thinking about what she’d do if she had the same position at a country like Navarre, something that really wasn’t that unimaginable. ’I honestly wouldn’t know what I’d do if I was in the same position.’ She admitted after, it would be a hard one. ’Maybe I would, depending on the persons around me.’ Her father for an example. She didn’t really know why she said it, thinking it was a bad idea to tell it in the first place. Telling she was vulnerable for certain persons, though it was the truth, could work against her.

Blaming the wine for it once more, the raven haired lady took another sip. She should really stop at this moment, but the restriction she normally had, was so far away after the recent events. The words made her look up, giving them a very serious thought before she answered on them. ’That’s the other way to look at it.’ Fay said, with a certain softness in her voice. She never lived a life like that, and being in a castle for her whole life had its poisonous effects. A little smile curled around Fay her lips after Allison finished her words. The woman in front of her seemed to have lived at both sides of the life. ’It’s weak.’ Fay stated, not very afraid to tell the harsh truth. ’But you can’t blame them, most certainly not if they’ve been pressed down, aspiring just a happy family instead of ruling a country.’ Though Fay fled the castle many times, moved away from the everlasting pressure her father had on her, she never really pushed away her power. She cursed it, blamed all her powers on it, but she would never chose a normal life over one at court. The reason she was here, knowing she could’ve asked the new king for a piece of ground and be done with it.

The difference in countries had been an interesting one as well. Maybe that was the reason an alliance between the two was a positive thing for the both of them. ’Each country has their own.’ The dark haired lady amplified, swirling her glass around before taking a sip of her wine again. Why did this wine taste so good? Was it just the timing, or was the quality of it that much better than the wine in Navarre? ’You come from those northern lands?’ Fay asked as soon as she heard Allison talk about a Jarl. ’They need to live in their personal bubble of freedom, while they’re as restricted just as the rest. An interesting construction.’ Softly the lady pulled up an eyebrow, curious to the ways here. ’Do you have some kind of plan though?’

BY MITZI

wo jul 18, 2018 5:57 pm

For the first time in ages, Allison had found someone whose trail of thought she could actually follow. The lady was a royal, yet not quite anymore. She was a pretty one too and Allison couldn’t wait to braid her hair sometime, but that was very un-Duchess of her. Instead, she had to sit here and smile, talk about royal stuff and things, while in reality she knew that things would be so much better if they talked about other things. Like how troublesome men were. Or how some parts of the castle smelled like absolute arse, because the people living in these rooms were just pure filth. Then again, she could understand that a guard would sometimes sweat. That they didn’t always have time to take a bath after, was understandable too. But it made very sure that she would stay away from the part of the castle where they sometimes slept. Very far.

Faylice made clear that she would not know what to do if she had been put into the position Allison had found herself in. In a normal, alcohol-free situation she would have talked her way out of it, make it seem like she had nothing to do with it and it had all been sheer luck. In this moment, however, she allowed herself to feel actual pride. After all, she had done quite well. Making a deal with the Jarl because somehow the news about his raid has reached her, only to actually have her husband (who wasn’t her husband yet at the time) kill the current Grand Duke so they could take the throne. It was a remarkable situation and something she would do all over again, even if the workload was killing her at the moment.
“It was all worth it in the end,” she reassured the woman. “If an opportunity opens up, you might as well take it.” Because that was the way she had lived. And she had lived a part of her life on the streets, only to get herself together and make sure she’d end up all the way at the top.

The topic of the sheep was one Allison found quite interesting, especially with someone who had never been one of them. Faylice was a born royalty, only seen these people from afar. Maybe she had actually met some, walked through their villages and seen how their lives worked from the outside. But, it was never the same as actually being one of them, helpless and small. Allison had now been on both sides and she could understand them both very well, though that did not mean she believed they functioned like they should. “Some people are simply not capable of creating a new state of mind,” she simply told the woman, taking another sip of her glass before continuing. “They follow those who can. And that’s when things go south.” Like had happened with Thriumph, apparently.

Allison took a last sip of her wine, only to fill both glasses again as she finished hers. She didn’t even think about it anymore, as she clearly started to feel light headed now. Perhaps it was soon time to head to the gardens, walk around a bit and take in some fresh air as they talked on. After all, she did not mind the company of the woman in the slightest.
“I am indeed from Falkreath,” she told the woman. “Though my business brought me to Rhoynar more often than not.” A business she needed to keep quiet, as it was for the best that none knew that she had been a thief, leading a bunch of them. She was, after all, the good one. Kaz had been a thief too and too many knew this.
“I took this place with a plan in mind, yes,” she told the woman, shifting her legs as she spoke. “I plan for things to stay the same, or at least until the castle itself has been arranged properly. Change is not always welcome and while I do not like everything that goes on, I doubt it is up to me to change,” she spoke. “What I do need, however, is to ally myself with as many cityrulers as I can.” Because she did not want to be stabbed in the back.

JARONART