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 Kennet Caern on Oct 1, 2022 17:50:57 GMT -5
Hadrian found himself rewarded with a rare, ungracious snort, quite possibly the first and last Brenna Delaney would ever utter in her life. “When it comes to love.” Stealing his words with a shake of her head, Brenna drew in a long weary breath while Kennet lost all capacity to breathe. It was possible Hadrian would see the way her shoulders tensed, but Brenna was far too preoccupied with the man who would take her hand to realize her daughter had marbleized in the process.
“How long have we known each other, Hadrian?” With a flick of her wrist, Brenna dismissed the question, moving directly to the point. “It would be one thing if this were Lady Baille we were talking about. At least then when you tired of her, you’d be Darius’s problem. But do you really think I would let you marry my daughter?”
Post by Hadrian Usher on Oct 1, 2022 17:51:11 GMT -5
“Yes. Love.”
As he couldn’t reach for her, Hadrian decided that the best way to unwind the tension in Kennet’s shoulders was to forge on with confidence. To show to weakness in his resolve, which no doubt Brenna would be able to smell from miles away. This was a battle—the prize? Kennet’s hand. And at present, Brenna was the adversary who stood in his way.
“Far too long,” Hadrian countered, the charming guest starting to give way to the fearless commander, “Long enough, I’d imagine, for you to confuse the man I was for the man I used to be.” He paused, sitting straight in his chair, glancing at Kennet before fixing his eyes on Brenna.
“There is no competing with Kennet, my lady. I’m sure you know this by now. And to surrender her to the Lord Garens of the world—“ Hadrian shook his head, as if to banish the thought.
Resolve weakened, he’d reach to take Kennet’s hand under the table.
Post by Kennet Caern on Oct 1, 2022 17:51:23 GMT -5
Yes. Love. Kennet very nearly looked to him. She very nearly turned in her seat with her breath caught in her chest and looked at him. Yes. Love. At her side, Hadrian pressed the advantage he only barely had, and though Kennet made every effort to follow the war waging around her, she couldn’t hear over the sound of her heart thundering between her ears. Yes. Love.
“I wasn’t aware we were surrendering anything,” Brenna scoffed. “And Baldor Garen would make for a fine match. Nearly as fine as Larcien himself, salt preserve him. I will not have my daughter settle for anything less. I do admire the man you’ve become Hadrian, I mean that. But even you must see that this is a whim—”
Hadrian reached for her hand under the table and Kennet released the breath she was holding, wrapping her fingers around his palm with all the desperation of a shipwrecked survivor reaching for driftwood in the storm.
“I’ve already said yes.” Kennet lifted her chin, cutting through the din of the battle with a banner that was entirely her own.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Oct 1, 2022 17:51:44 GMT -5
Nearly as fine as Larcien himself.
Hadrian’s jaw tightened as he visibly bristled at the remark. The soft storm of his gray eyes turned to steel. But Kennet’s hand, held firmly in his, was enough to keep him grounded. He squeezed tight, just as Kennet joined him in combat.
Hadrian said nothing. Instead, he focused on keeping the smile from his lips as he looked at Kennet with pride and affection.
Post by Kennet Caern on Oct 1, 2022 17:51:59 GMT -5
“It is.” Kennet met her mother’s gaze with an even look while Hadrian squeezed her hand beneath the table. Perhaps Brenna’s approval should not have meant so much to her, but it did. Such was the contradiction that was Kennet Delaney, and Kennet Caern after that. She had spent so long wrapping herself in the illusion of not caring, that indifference—that strength—she had never stopped to teach herself how not to care.
Across the table, Brenna drew in a long, resigned breath. For a moment—a long one—she considered the pair across from her, one greying eyebrow arched a notch higher than the other. “Well then. What is it you expect me to say? You have apparently already made up your mind.”
“I suppose you could try ‘congratulations,’” Kennet remarked, doing her best to smooth the edge from her voice despite the fact she had long-since given up the ruse of a smile.
“How long has it been, hm?” Brenna countered, her arched brow lifting over a keen eye. “A season since you lost Larcien? Whatever this is, grief or loneliness or even just a little fun, I don’t fault you for it. Really, Kennet, I don’t. But I won’t pretend to congratulate what I can’t understand. And I would expect you—” her gaze narrowed on Hadrian—“to know better.” As far as Brenna was concerned, he’d spent more time entertaining other men’s wives than Kennet had spent on this earth, and sitting behind her tea, staring at the pair of them now, she could not find it in herself to fathom what had possessed Hadrian Usher, of all people, to believe she would permit him to make a fool of her daughter.
Post by Hadrian Usher on Oct 1, 2022 17:52:18 GMT -5
Brenna Delaney had made up her mind, and Hadrian had made up his. Kennet was the only woman he’d needed to win over, which had been a difficult enough task on its own. He did not shift at the second invocation of Larcien. His expression had hardened, his hand still clasped tightly around Kennet’s under the table. Brenna’s last stand fell on deaf ears. Hadrian leveled with her gaze, a slight, challenging smile tugging at the corner of his mouth
“Then I look forward to helping you understand,” Hadrian returned with equal stubborn resolve, “For you will, given time. Of that, I have no doubt.”
Post by Kennet Caern on Oct 1, 2022 17:52:36 GMT -5
Brenna rolled her eyes, reaching for her saucer with an incredulous huff. “I suppose I admire your optimism.”
Across the table, Kennet straightened in her seat. Brenna plucked the teacup from her saucer, meeting her daughter’s gaze with a pointed, wordless look before washing away the entire ordeal with a curt sip of tea. The look was one that very nearly chased the retort from Kennet’s tongue. She recognized it all too well. ‘See?’ her mother’s arched brows asked. ‘See the mistake you have made?’
Her hand shifted in Hadrian’s, fingers twisting as Kennet dragged another unaffected smile across her features to mask the hurt she knew better than to reveal now. “I believe you’ll find, mama, that the commander can be quite stubborn,” she finally mused, voice grasping weightily for its usual airy affect as she turned a more genuine smile in Hadrian’s direction.
“His sort usually are.” Brenna rose from the table, pushing her seat out from under her with a weary breath. “Waging war is not for the fickle, I suspect. But, then, once the battle is won, what is there to do but move onto the next?”
Kennet met her mother’s gaze as the woman made her way around the table and toward the door. Whether Hadrian realized it or not, Kennet was well aware of the failure they had wrought this morning. Brenna Delaney was a woman more than capable of bending. She had, in fact, spend the vast majority of her life doing precisely that. Bending, deferring, demurring. But it would take a great deal more than the pale flicker of amorous looks and an apparent affair to move her. Hers was a will carved from steel, and Brenna had only encountered a few flames in her life that burned hot enough to tempt it to bending.
“Do enjoy your victory, Lord Usher.” Brenna paused at the door, long enough for the whip of her irony to catch Hadrian and Kennet alike. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have a few remaining guests I should see off.”
Post by Hadrian Usher on Oct 1, 2022 17:53:49 GMT -5
Hadrian’s fingers wound into Kennet’s, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. His expression did not sour at Brenna’s obvious disdain. Unlike Brenna, by virtue of his rank and gender, Hadrian was not one accustomed to bending. He charged on toward victory, taking any arrow slung in his direction without slowing.
“Good morning then, Lady Delaney,” Hadrian said with a smile, taking another sip of tea. He’d watch Brenna leave the room before looking at Kennet with an amused, misty-eyed expression. He’d bring her hand, still tightly held in his, to his lips to kiss it, features lighting with the warmth of a reassuring smile.