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Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Sept 28, 2013 20:46:00 GMT -5
Queen Kalidara had felt a little more than apprehensive about sending her niece to Odin for the festival alone. Rhoswen was still very young, but Mercia was on good terms with Odin, so she believed that she would be well taken care of during her stay.
The Gentle Queen would have wanted to go, but Trent was still very young. That long of a trip would have been unpleasant and not worth the headache. So she stayed back in Mercia- it wasn't like she could leave anyways. Without a king around...Kali was the only one to look after her kingdom.
Queen Kalidara groaned softly and placed her head in her hands. The Royal Council had been bugging her for weeks on end to start looking for a husband. They believed it wasn't fit for her to rule alone, especially having Trent as a child born out of wedlock. It was bad for her image, they agreed. But Kali wasn't about to spend her time entertaining callers left and right. On top of being a queen, Kali was still young and beautiful, which meant plenty of suitors would show up at her door. It was something she didn't want to deal with.
The queen looked around the throne room. It was quiet, her guards never making a sound unless she asked them too. Thus was the lonely life of a queen.
Barret Markston was a thief--a very well known one, but a d**n good enough of one to not get his pretty butt on the gallows. It would be easier for the people of Mercia and all the other kingdoms if they could just get his bloody wanted poster picture right; because well, for one, his nose isn't that colossal. Someone out there that hates him must have a really bad sense of humor.
Today, Barret was on another job, one that would put the little cherry on top of his retirement so that he could give up what he hated to do the most--put his body in very, very bad and physically endangering situations. Step one was easy--dress like you could afford the place and then walk around like you do. Step two, though, was what was shoving a knife in his days eye. Steal the Queens crown.
Steal THE Queens crown. He stood in the tall, elegant hallway in from of the throne room with that very thought in his mind. The whole idea seemed easier when he was drunk.
Queen Kali tapped her well-kept fingernails against the arm of her throne. The tapping seemed loud in the quiet room. She had a list of things to do that day- meet with the council, hear out complaints of her people, entertain the Duke and Dutchess Worthington when they arrived. It all seemed trivial to her. She'd rather take Trent out into the garden.
Barret runs a hand through his hair and pushes his bangs back. He had a nice facade set up; earlier he had 'taken care of' one of the suitors that was to come to her castle today and introduce himself. He would try--obviously not TOO hard, because then she would notice that something was up, to act like a love-struck gentleman. He nods to the doorman, signaling that he was ready to enter, who in turn opens the doors and steps inside, "Now entering, Socrates Runndale," the teen announces before stepping back to let Barret through the doorway.
Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Sept 29, 2013 10:12:08 GMT -5
Kali's attention snapped to the door and the queen tilted her chin up slightly. 'Just grin and bear it,' she reminded herself, plastering a falsely cheerful smile on her red lips, "Welcome to Mercia, Sir Runndale," Kali announced in her usual, sweet voice, "It is a pleasure to have you here."
Last Edit: Sept 29, 2013 10:12:28 GMT -5 by нαℓƒ~мσση
He mimics her smile with a fake one of his own, and falls to one knee while placing a hand over his heart and bowing his head, "It's an honor, and a privilege to be in your presence, benevolent Queen Kalidara,"
Barret nods, his eyes darting over to the guard as he approaches. The male straightens his back and mentally rolls his eyes. Him--need help getting around here? Hilarious.
Post by ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ on Oct 6, 2013 20:31:04 GMT -5
(Stay away from my woman, Barret xD)
One, two, three, four. I declare a
TIME WAR
Five, six, seven, eight. Daleks scream
"EXTERMINATE!"
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. The Doctor
DIED and SILENCE FELL
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine. Here he goes
BACK IN TIME
Eight, seven, six, five. Saving everybody's
LIVES
Four, three, two, one. Grab her hand and whisper
"RUN."
Post by ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ on Oct 6, 2013 21:15:59 GMT -5
(Hmm... I should bring Cedric in at some point...)
One, two, three, four. I declare a
TIME WAR
Five, six, seven, eight. Daleks scream
"EXTERMINATE!"
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. The Doctor
DIED and SILENCE FELL
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine. Here he goes
BACK IN TIME
Eight, seven, six, five. Saving everybody's
LIVES
Four, three, two, one. Grab her hand and whisper
"RUN."