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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In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 10, 2022 13:15:26 GMT -5
There was always so much to do when you ran a kingdom. This moment, the opportunity to be alone, was rare. And it was promptly ending.
He had wanted Alys at his side, as she normally was. She was still his witch, still a part of this kingdom…but he did not miss the way her eyes changed. He had known all along that the death of her husband might very well change everything for her. For them. It was a decision only she could make.
“Recover there.” He approved. “When you are in control, ask the servants where your children’s room is. It is yours now, too, if you choose to stay in the castle. I would like your company with the Desmondi but I will not fault you for going to your children first.” For Cassian, his children never came before the job. He couldn’t afford for them to.
He offered her his hand, intending to help her up from the ground.
She had an official room if she wanted it now. Not just an office that had a lounge that she had slept on more than she’d like to admit. She had always tried to be a good mother, present, but often times, she was at the castle. As was her duty. He was offering her a place that wouldn’t constantly remind her of what she lost, and in that moment, he’d see the relief on her face. For not just her, but for her children as well. He had once promised to take care of her and her children, and all these years later, here he was.
She glanced at the door that the Dresmondi and guards had left out of, trying to picture them eating and… she couldn’t do that. Not right now. “Thank you,” her hand slipped into his as she stood back up. Where her knees had been weak before, there was strength now. The well oiled machine of the soldier and witch she was. But instead of letting go, she pulled his hand between both of hers and lifted it to her face. Resting her cheek against his fingers and the back of her hand. No one was there, but in that moment, she sought just a bit more of the comfort he offered.
“I’ll join you,” her voice raw. She’d have to work on it, but for now, she didn’t hide her grief.
In possession of a magical necklace that wards off offensive magic attacks against him, a ring that allows him to suppress magic, and can turn into werewolf at will.
Post by Cassian Rainecourt on Oct 25, 2022 13:19:19 GMT -5
Cassian had intended to keep a hold of her hand until he was sure her feet were stable, so it was still in hers as she pulled it up to her face. He did not resist her. He looked down at her, sorrow in his eyes, but if she thought it was for her dead husband then she was mistaken.
“Good.” He was sure they would be more comfortable with her presence. It wouldn’t always be that way by necessity—Alys had responsibilities elsewhere now that she was back—but for now he would use whatever necessary to get information from their guests. He nodded at her, and would then reclaim his hand.
“Come.” He would head in the direction of his private dining room. Upon opened the door and finding Regan Lassiter, he would say,
“You are off for the rest of the day, Lassiter. Report to my study in the morning.” And, expecting obedience, because he was the king, Cassian would continue on with Alys at his side.
His hand retreated, which left her wiping at her face and following his direction. Her heart pounding oddly in her chest, and even more so when they exited and she heard him address Regan. Hadn’t she warned him? Brown eyes, heavy and sad, now with a hint of confusion, moved to look at her. The hair on the back of her neck rising again.
She didn’t linger though. The moment was over as quick as it started as Cassian moved forward, Alys fell in step with him. Not touching, but lingering closer than others would have been allowed. Her footsteps had never felt so heavy, but Cassian gave her something to focus on, as did the two in the room ahead. One step, one moment at a time. Before she could be excused to grieve on her own.