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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 3:13 pm
Anja was already awake when the maid came in. She was always an early riser. What she was not happy about was the fact that she had to eat her meal with Zavia. Why would the King want that? Already she was in a bad mood. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom. Took her a while. Once she was done she opened the door to find her guard friends, “Hey there. Headed to breakfast.” Tamara had spent the last hour getting dressed, trying to look presentable for Prince Tousa. She had to try her very hardest. Once she was pleased with how she looked, she set out for the gardens.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 10:36 am
Prince Tousa of Darinest & Prince Zavia Tousa got himself ready slowly, running a brush through his hair and freshening himself up with the small basin of water and cloth next to it to dry his face off. He shaved at what stubble was there, coming off clean faced finally after the past month of travel it had grown a bit. He then put on clothes more fit for the court that he was now a part of once again. He stepped out of the room with his arms folded into the other's sleeves and looked to the servant waiting at the door. "Take me to the garden for the morning meal please. I do not wish to keep the Princess waiting any longer." The thick, long clothing just barely touching the ground, his shoes barely visible. The clothing restricted movement slightly, to prevent assassination attempts from being very easy for both guests and owners of the castle. Zavia sat in the room, looking up at the king's old hunts, several creatures, either fully stuffed, or the head's mantled along the wall. Why the king's son never admired this room the way he did he would never know. He took a deep breath as he waited, a wicked grin showing on his face. The mantle just behind the seat he was in was that of a full body werewolf, bearing it's fangs and looking at the door, as if ready to pounce. It was a rather intimidating visage, but he wondered how another werewolf would react to it. The guards looked to Anja and gave a small nod, the guards two different one's than from yesterday. Both were clean shaven and much better off equipment wise. Their tabards marked them as part of Prince Zavia's military escort rather than of the Tousa's kingdom. "We will be escorting you to see Prince Zavia." The guards must have switched out sometime during the middle of the night while she had been asleep.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 1:35 pm
Tamara arrived at the garden she was painting at yesterday. It was still so lovely. She arrived before he did, and took a seat and waited with her hands in her lap. She couldn't help but glance around at all of the flowers, and butterflies. So many colors. Her garden back home wasn't this amazing, not that she was allowed to really go there. Anja shrugged at the soldiers and followed them down the hallways. She was a bit nervous about dining with that male. He must have something up his sleeve. No matter what he does, she has to remain calm. If she hits first.....thats grounds for execution. Attacking a member of a royal family, and from a different kingdom? Not good. She got to the room and the guards opened the door and announced her presence. She walked in, thinking nothing was going to be normal. But as soon as she stepped in the room, she froze. Anja stood there, frozen, looking at all of the heads and stuffed animals. Her heart and mind screamed. Anger boiled up deep within her. It took all of her might, restraint and willpower not to scream and attack Zavia, then go and find the King and dispose of him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:25 am
Prince Tousa of Darinest & Prince Zavia Zavia gave a smile as Anja entered, the reaction was just what he had wanted from a monster such as herself. The two guards stepped in behind her, roughly pushing her forward before shutting the door and crossing their spears over the door to prevent any quick exit strategies by the Lycan. "A pleasure to see you again Miss Mongrel~. Missing your master already? I do hope not as he shant be paying much attention to you any longer so long as my darling sister has anything to say about it. Wrapped around her finger he is. In fact just yesterday they went out for a lovely evening in the town."He motioned with a hand for her to sit. "Have a seat. Let us get plenty acquainted... I have so many questions to ask you, and I do so hope you answer honestly. After all, budding friendships should never be built on lies~." This man was like a snake. He was certainly prepared like a snake would be for something that came into its territory. Tousa arrived in the garden a small while later, steps making him gliding across the ground as if he was floating rather than walking. His posture was perfect and well kept. He certainly looked more appropriate for his status in life. He gave a small bow to Tamara. "Greetings Princess Tamara. A lovely morning for breakfast is it not?" He asked, glancing around the garden.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 5:26 am
Tamara rose out of her eat when Tousa arrived. She bowed and smiled, "Yes, indeed it is lovely." she sat back down and at once food was placed in front of her. All kinds of food. She took what she needed and began to eat with proper mannerisms, as she was taught. Anja slowly walked to the table, trying really hard not to freak out. This was a low blow. Zavia was smart in trying to enrage her. It was working, "We are not friends, we will never be." she closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them again, "I find myself no longer hungry. I shall return to my chambers." she turned around and headed back for the door, only to find it locked. That wasn't good.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 1:06 pm
Prince Tousa of Darinest & Prince Zavia Tousa moved to his chair and slowly sat, looking at Tamara eat for a long while before looking to his plate and moving to eat what had been given to him. He was slow, and delicate with his utensils, moving each with purpose, the clothing being maneuvered with long years of practice wearing it to prevent it from dragging into the food. "I believe we will be leaving tomorrow to return my friend to her people. It will be a month's journey. We won't be traveling with a guard as my father agreed. I hope this is alright with you?"The guards at the door looked at Anja, the spears tapping against one another once as if to signify that if she were to keep trying bad things would occur. Zavia just smiled politely. "Oh come now, I heard all about your incursion into the kitchen last night. I thought it would be best to give you a proper meal and I see no reason to turn it down from someone simply trying to talk peacefully to you." He looked around the room and feigned astonishment. "My! You must forgive me, I didn't realize... I just thought you would want to see all of your friends and family again. Are you shy after all these years? Come now, they won't judge you for sitting down and simply sharing a meal with someone would they?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 1:15 pm
Tamara stopped eating while he spoke. She swallowed the last little bit in her mouth. No guards? What if they were attacked? Tousa and Zavia were good fighters, but did they stand a chance against a great number? She didn't want to tell him her thoughts, she had to gain his affection, by any means, "That is alright with me. It will be peaceful, and good not to hear the clunking of armor all the time." she smiled and took another bite Anja backed off the door and headed to the seat. She tried not to look at them all. She could hear their souls cry out. She was fighting every murderous urge in her body as she sat down. Markings on her face appeared, as well as wolf ears. She couldn't help it. At least her hands weren't claws. She wasn't going to eat anything. [What if, until its time to go, Zavia makes a rule that says Anja has to dine with him in that room, or else she won't eat? She goes hungry until their journey and keeps it from him. And that can account for her not healing right after being pierced by an arrow]
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