[spoiler]<o1 Blood and Iron>
Caydence was a soul raised to lead; a creature strong in mind and heart, true to values instilled in her by a well-meaning mother. Despite her husband’s blatant hatred for the Theikonians and their ruling party located somewhere in the city, the Queen felt no hatred. Of course the entire conflict was difficult for everyone involved, but her qualms were better saved for things close to her heart. It might have seemed like a dream to some, being wed by the handsome and heroic King Leoric, but this was no life Caydence chose. While it was her honor and duty to serve Erenon, it certainly wasn’t by choice that she ends up with a drunkard with an endless list of enemies. He still loved his deceased first wife – that was the first thing the youth noticed. Next came the bouts of rage he suffered through, brought on by the alcohol and endless pressure brought on by the throne. Again, some would wish this life for themselves, but Caydence knew better than to pretend to be charmed with her fate.
Still, in time, she would make a life worth living.
Amerys was the kind of place the Queen would have enjoyed living, given the freedom to do so. Had they not been begged by advisors, her father included, Leoric and she would never have come for the celebrations. How strange to think about their life together, locked away behind the rock walls of their castle, bickering until one of them ended up silenced. More often than not, it was Caydence. Bruises healed though, and when one is under house arrest, they needn’t worry about showing their battle scars to the public. Now though, beneath the high moon of the Amerysian sky, faint and fading injuries gleamed on her pale skin. Quiet testament to what sacrifices were made to run a kingdom.
Dressed in robes of the finest materials, Cayde blended in well with the native nobles of this nation. The colors they wore may have been brighter, but the quality remained impeccable no matter whose gown or robe you focused your attention on. Her blonde locks were loose around her shoulders, a veil to keep impressed marks on her neck and throat hidden, and her delicate hands were clasped at her front. Behind her, two hand maidens trailed, with their near equally stunning gowns and their hair also down. As though choreographed, the life of the Queen was a stunning affair aesthetically. Her dutiful servants in tow, she was on her way down the main strip of the celebration, pleased by the sights and turn out, as well as how the people of this land seemed happy to make way for her highness.
Caydence had been warned of the thieves here, but had yet fell victim. Of course, it was only a matter of time until someone noted the foreign royalty as fresh meat. No amount of book smarts could impart the knowledge of the streets. “Do you believe us safe?” She asked of those with her, otherwise impartial maidens of the court. “Or should we wait for the rest of the Erenonians?” And as though they had been struck, neither woman gave an answer; instead looking dumbfounded Caydence had bothered asking them their opinions. The queen’s eyes rolled.
“Never mind. We’ll wait so not to anger Leoric.” And the three halted in from of a rather makeshift tent, left to listen to the happy celebrating coming from all sides.[/spoiler]
Caydence was a soul raised to lead; a creature strong in mind and heart, true to values instilled in her by a well-meaning mother. Despite her husband’s blatant hatred for the Theikonians and their ruling party located somewhere in the city, the Queen felt no hatred. Of course the entire conflict was difficult for everyone involved, but her qualms were better saved for things close to her heart. It might have seemed like a dream to some, being wed by the handsome and heroic King Leoric, but this was no life Caydence chose. While it was her honor and duty to serve Erenon, it certainly wasn’t by choice that she ends up with a drunkard with an endless list of enemies. He still loved his deceased first wife – that was the first thing the youth noticed. Next came the bouts of rage he suffered through, brought on by the alcohol and endless pressure brought on by the throne. Again, some would wish this life for themselves, but Caydence knew better than to pretend to be charmed with her fate.
Still, in time, she would make a life worth living.
Amerys was the kind of place the Queen would have enjoyed living, given the freedom to do so. Had they not been begged by advisors, her father included, Leoric and she would never have come for the celebrations. How strange to think about their life together, locked away behind the rock walls of their castle, bickering until one of them ended up silenced. More often than not, it was Caydence. Bruises healed though, and when one is under house arrest, they needn’t worry about showing their battle scars to the public. Now though, beneath the high moon of the Amerysian sky, faint and fading injuries gleamed on her pale skin. Quiet testament to what sacrifices were made to run a kingdom.
Dressed in robes of the finest materials, Cayde blended in well with the native nobles of this nation. The colors they wore may have been brighter, but the quality remained impeccable no matter whose gown or robe you focused your attention on. Her blonde locks were loose around her shoulders, a veil to keep impressed marks on her neck and throat hidden, and her delicate hands were clasped at her front. Behind her, two hand maidens trailed, with their near equally stunning gowns and their hair also down. As though choreographed, the life of the Queen was a stunning affair aesthetically. Her dutiful servants in tow, she was on her way down the main strip of the celebration, pleased by the sights and turn out, as well as how the people of this land seemed happy to make way for her highness.
Caydence had been warned of the thieves here, but had yet fell victim. Of course, it was only a matter of time until someone noted the foreign royalty as fresh meat. No amount of book smarts could impart the knowledge of the streets. “Do you believe us safe?” She asked of those with her, otherwise impartial maidens of the court. “Or should we wait for the rest of the Erenonians?” And as though they had been struck, neither woman gave an answer; instead looking dumbfounded Caydence had bothered asking them their opinions. The queen’s eyes rolled.
“Never mind. We’ll wait so not to anger Leoric.” And the three halted in from of a rather makeshift tent, left to listen to the happy celebrating coming from all sides.[/spoiler]
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