The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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It had been some time since the ambassadors from Nevermere, or was it Lorendale, had visited them. The information that they brought was that Lorendale had been attacked by the gifted, but that wasn't what weighed heavy on Cyrus' mind. He was far more concerned with why it was Nevermerian informing them about an attack in Lorendale. It signaled to him the overreach that King Cassian was beginning to extend, and how much influence he already had in Lorendale.
Any other minister or citizen might withhold these concerns from their leader, and were his queen anyone else, Cyrus would as well. However, despite the royal takeover of Arynn Frey, Cyrus knew how much Kimora cared about her nation and the future of it. After all, he had spent the better half of a century watching over her family, protecting them... And helping ensure their takeover. So, Cyrus made his way to the throne room of the Llewellyn palace. Upon finding it empty, he turned to a nearby slave, "Would you kindly inform the queen that Minister Blackwood requests an audience with her." The slave bowed, and silently disappeared from the room.
Cyrus made his way to a chair nearby to the throne, taking a seat in it, he patiently waited for the queen. His eyes glancing over her throne as he did so, thinking of all she had gone through for her family, and for Arynn Frey.
Post by Kimora Llewellyn on Jan 8, 2022 6:52:24 GMT -5
Kimora had been expecting a visit. Tea was ready as was custom with pretty much anything involving the monarch. A good deal had happened in not an awful lot of time and as such, the woman's mind had been working overtime regarding possibilities. As always, she searched for the best possible outcome and how they might profit, not necessarily from the misfortune of others but rather what opportunities the ill winds that brought trouble to their neighbors might offer them.
The queen would appear only moments after being summoned, a pot of tea in her hand and enchanted tea cups floating behind her. "Ah, Minister of Internal Affairs, exactly the man I was hoping to see today." She meant what she said, genuinely relieved that things were going in the direction that she wanted. "Tell me, do you want some tea?"
Kimora would settle down and pour herself some. If Cyrus expressed an interest, he too would be given some. After all, who would even contemplate beginning such an important discussion as the one which was to follow without a good cup of tea to accompany it? As she poured, Kimora would begin. "I trust that you've been keeping yourself up to date with everything that's going on?" She would certainly hope so. It was part of his job after all. There could be little doubt in just what the queen was alluding to and so she would continue unperturbed, assuming that the man was keeping up with her. "I couldn't help but notice how reluctant our allies in Nevermere were to have us lend our neighbors a helping hand."