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
2 month character creation hold for all existing members begins 6/5/2023. Ended 8/5/2023.
10.29.2023
Change in how times flows. Was 4 IC seasons, now only 2 IC seasons per 1 OOC year.
5 whole years of Heir Apparent goodness! When I started the site, I knew I was hunkering down for the long haul, but I never could have predicted the numerous twists and turns this roleplay site has seen. Hundreds of plots, characters, and members have come and gone, all leaving marks on the site. I am so very thankful for those who have invested. Because you keep coming back, keep getting on, and keep writing, Heir Apparent has the legacy it does today. Three cheers to us!
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 10, 2022 18:24:23 GMT -5
Magda was going to be late, but she’d decided it was worth it. She lay her head on Rian’s chest while absently drawing circles on his abdomen with her finger. It felt good to have someone close—or at least, the illusion thereof. Tenderness was not an emotion Magda was particularly familiar with, but she toyed with it now, trying it on as one would a new dress. And it felt good.
“That’s alright…” Magda squirmed a little closer, smiling against his chest, “I’ll make myself busy preparing for your return…chieftain.” She relished the word, letting her tongue curl deliciously around each syllable. Afterward, she was quiet for a moment, listening to the drumming of his heart before:
“Will you be taking any women while you’re in Cambria?” For Magda’s tone, she could have just as easily been asking what he preferred for dinner.
She certainly liked the word. Part of him did too. Another part of him wanted to shift. Because, without consciously doing it, he wondered how many times she had purred that title at his brother. It was enough to make him take a few moments of her breathing against him before her words snapped him back. He couldn’t change the past, but he could shape everything in the future.
Rian could’ve sworn he heard a dip in her voice, but couldn’t pin point where it was. Her question made a faint smirk and on his face. “Are you asking because you are worried, or because you plan on taking another man to your bed while I’m gone?” He tilted his head to be able to look down at her against his chest.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 20, 2022 22:28:55 GMT -5
Magda squirmed, blushing for perhaps the first time in recent memory. Her smile remained—the well-practiced courtier smirk—but her eyes jiggled in their sockets.
“Worried might be too strong a word,” She said smoothly, though the color in her cheeks said otherwise, “Curious, perhaps.” As if to comfort herself, she went back to drawing circles on his chest, eyes dragging back up to meet his.
He chuckled, rolling them so she was pinned back under him and he placed a hand on either side of her face. Staring down at her so she couldn’t hide the color that rose up and lingered in her cheeks. “And yet you didn’t answer my question…” he pointed out.
He slowly lowered himself onto his elbows, bringing his face closer to hers as he laid against her. “Are you planning on taking another man to bed while I am away?”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 25, 2022 21:40:17 GMT -5
Magda lifted her body, trying to bring herself closer as if she could melt into him. She was panting, looking up at him with big needy eyes before she broke into a playful grin.
"That depends on your answer," Magda responded wickedly, "I'd hate to think of you laying with a Cambrian warrior while I'm here all alone."
Magda squirmed a little, wanting to reach for him but not quite able to free her hands.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at her. Dragging a finger along her cheek and down her jaw line, ending at her chin. “You are worried.” He was just as wicked with his smile, blue eyes shining brightly as he realized she’d be jealous. “Worried I won’t come home? Or is it because you don’t like to share when it’s something you really want?” He pressed his chest against hers.
Pressing his lips to her cheek. He nuzzled a bit into the spot. “If you find a man better than me,” he told her, “then you can do what you please. But I know I won’t find a Cambrian more wicked than you, my little minx.” There was an edge to his voice that said she wouldn’t find a man better. “But if you find some women…” he lifted a brow, smirking. “You can pick out my next wife.” He joked.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 25, 2022 22:02:15 GMT -5
Magda squirmed, color rising to her cheeks as she grinned. It was Rian’s eyes that did it. Lighting the sparkle in them was a sweet victory that made her heart skip a beat. “I don’t mind sharing…necessarily,” Magda said as she nuzzled into him, “So long as you remember who you belong to. For I will…” She kissed him, catching his lip in her teeth before parting from him.
The prospect of other women conjured a mischievous grin on her features. Magda was no stranger to slipping into bed with another woman. It had always been a strategic matter, either to secure an alliance or for someone else’s pleasure, but that didn’t mean Magda hadn’t enjoyed it herself. She bit her lip, thinking about what might have been an offer in jest but one she was now taking very seriously.
“And if I brought you these other women…” Magda murmured, testing the waters, “Would I still be your chieftess? Hold power over them?”
It was this wildness he liked about her. The way her teeth grazed over his skin and how she looked up at him from under him. Her soft curved cushioning him against her. “Is that what you need to hear?” Still teasing, he leaned down, pressing his cheek to hers as he pressed a lingering kiss just in front of her ear. “I am yours, Magda of Coheed,” he lingered. “Just as you are mine. Only yours. Only mine. No matter who you bat your lashes at. It’s my bed that you lay your head in to rest.”
He chuckled at her question about more women. “You will be the one with the power. The Chieftess among them. The first to carry my next child,” his hand moved to her stomach, gently caressing before he slipped his hand under her knee and pulled it up around his waist. Sinking himself between her thighs again. Bringing his face to look back down at her with that crooked grin. “The only woman who’s voice will hold the final judgement.”
Post by Magda Ivanova on Sept 25, 2022 22:05:46 GMT -5
Yes, it was what she needed to hear, but it was better to feel it in the way he kissed her and held her to him. Magda sighed with satisfaction as Rian whispered in her ear. Only his. Magda was still getting used to the idea, even if she wasn’t entirely admitting it to herself. As his hand moved down to her stomach, Magda shivered with anticipation. Her breath caught as he pulled her in, a humming moan on her lips.
“Well then…” Magda said, returning his grin, “Perhaps I’ll keep my eyes open.” It was a maybe—something Magda didn’t think she’d ever consider, but yet here she was, becoming more the woman of Coheed and less the Nevermerean witch.
Rian figured this was all talk. They had said before there would either only be the two of them or they’d be free to be with anyone else. What went for one was good for the other. So Rian didn’t think her finding him a wife, a second or third, would be an actual offer. Because while he was a different man than the one she had met years ago, he couldn’t wrap his mind around sharing his wife with another man.
Best she hide it then he find out.
But for now, he was content on reminding her why she had picked him and not someone else. She could have easily weaseled her way into marriage with his brother, either of them he was sure, but she found and kept him. It wouldn’t be the last time he had her as a husband had his wife. A few more times… until he’d be beckoned to go to Cambria.