I N T O ~ /D*A*R*K*N*E*S*S\ (heart)

[CrimsonMoon]

The banquet in the castle was filled with people, Nobles and royals from all the kingdoms laughing and socializing politely with one another. It was the Last Summer Festival, and the last harvest was being celebrated though all the royals radiated tension and stiffness to one another and worry of te oncoming winter.

The Princess of Odin, Faerydae, danced with the knights of almost all the kingdoms, her firey red hair sticking out like a torch amongst the duller colors, her white dress seemig to glow a faint gold. At last she circles away from the dancers and quietly sits down in a quiet corner of the hall, smiling and quietly nodding to others

A young man, a servant. Circled the guests with a plate of food, dipping his head, bowing, being an obediant little commoner... But on te inside... He had different intentions...

(Sorry if i made it hard to repy to)

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Rhoswen Starkfeather was more than delighted to attend the festival. Life in Mercia was great and she loved her Aunt Kali, but things could get dull at times.

Her chocolate brown hair was curled in ringlets and pinned up on her head. The tresses fell to her neck, tickling the sensitive skin. She wore a dress of pale blue, which matched her eyes. The corset was tight and pushed her bust upward, but not distastefully. The skirt was slim, nothing bushy or large. She hated poofy skirts.

The young noble-girl smiled brightly at her dance partner. She curtsied to him and he bowed to her before kissing her hand and departing, leaving Rhoswen by herself.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Lady Starkfeather?" A soft voice calls her, The princess waving her over, Smiling brightly. Her bright blue eyes seeming even more brilliant due to the silver and emerald green scarf that wrapped around her neck. Her dress was decorated with green and silver patterns, a Fox head brooch on her chest. Farydae was young, but everyone knew her as 'the Fox': the ferocious knight, the delicate princess, the peerless diplomat, the merciless hunter... She had many names to many people and in her family's absense she had taken over the kingdom of Odin and ruled it, plunging it into a Golden Age the kingdom had not seen in more than two hundred years...

The servant blinks when he sees Faerydae and sighs softly, putting another smile on his face before beginning to make his way over to her..

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"Good evening, princess Faerydae!" Rhoswen flounced over to her and curtsied prettily, "How have you been?" The blue eyed noble was always a very happy girl, despite having lost her parents at such a young age.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae bobs her head in greeting," I am well... Would you care to join me? I've been rather bored since i stopped dancing," She muses but gazes across the dance floor. Her blue eyes glittering with an iciness said to be her natural look... No matter how malicious it seemedfor the young girl

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"I would love to," Rhoswen told her happily, smiling demurely. She hadn't had a chance to really converse with the Princess of Odin, so her curiosity was undoubtedly piqued.

She clasped her delicate pale hands in front of her while her blue eyes darted around for a place to sit.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae moves overand folds her dress slighty beneath her," Sit here, there's plenty of room, it's just this god damn dress," She muses, amazingly her voice switching from formap to commoner talk in less than a heartbeat

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Rhoswen folded herself down beside the princess, giggling, "I despise large dresses such as that. I like slimmer dresses."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I have to wear what 'society' deems fit for a princess," Se muses and tosses her head, the small white flowers in her hair flickering briefly likesmall stars in flame," So.. How is your kingdom faring?"

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She tapped her fingers against her lips in thought, "Mercia is faring quite well! It has been peaceful there since my aunt became the Queen. There has been no fighting or uprisings. I find it to be a wonderful place to live," Rhos answered, fidgeting slightly. When she smiled, she showed off brilliantly white teeth and her cheeks dimpled.

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Fae smiles and nods slightly," No problems with magic users? Count yourselves lucky, at least for now," She muses."

The young servant moves over to them and offers a plate of food to them

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"Nothing that has raised alarm," Rhoswen looked toward the servant as he approached. Her blue eyes were curious as she surveyed the food options.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae nods thankfully to the young man," count your blessings, love," She muses gently, taking a small fruit that was a beautiful pinkish orange and taking a small bite out of it. Something about the fruit was strange...

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Rhos picked up one of the fruits as well, turning it over in her hand, "This is a peculiar little fruit. What is it called?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" It is called 'Arzhanapativ Mahy'," The servant replies softly, a small smile touchig his lips as he watches Fae," Translated to 'A Dignified Death',"

Fae's blue eyes widened as her gaze snaps back to the srvant and she drops the fruit and starts coughing... Horribly... Already blood flecking her lips...

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The fruit fell from her small hand as Rhoswen stood up, her eyes large and frightened like a doe's, "P-Princess!" She gasped, her porcelain skin going paler than it already was, "Oh, someone, please! Help! She's been /poisoned/!"

[CrimsonMoon]

The servant bows softly," Sleep tight, Fox, Remember that The Dark Lord always pay his debts," Before turning and literally dissolving

Fae glared after him before her eyes suddenly roll and she stuggles to breath, grasping her throat

A guard ran over and knelt next to the princess, he had an Odin sigil on his chest and literally ripped off his helmet," Fae!" He calls over others... Than turns toward The other girl," Where did you get that fruit?! He demanded

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"T-the servant!" Rhoswen gasped, her voice coming out soft and rushed, "H-he was literally here but now he's gone! He offered us the fruit!"

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard reached for the fruit and suddenly drew his hand back as it steamed, with a putrid smell, it shrivels and withers to a horrible dark green prune...

The guard makes a face and glances towar thegroup that had gathered around Fae..

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"How are we going to help her?" Rhoswen asked in a fearful whisper.