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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10.29.2023
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Regan put Othello in the care of two other guards on duty. Not that there was much to care for. With a flick of the ring, Othello was immobilized by the collar and about as threatening as a sack of spuds. Regan turned back around and headed back into the king’s study once again. She paused at the door, hesitating before nodding at the guard to let her in.
She moved to the center of the room and stood before Cassian at attention. It was far more formal than she’d been with the king for some time, but the formality allowed her to fix her eyes on the wall behind him rather than on the king himself. And right now, Regan didn’t particularly want to look Cassian in the eye.
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 Dec 8, 2022 11:29:08 GMT -5
It was good she didn’t look at him, but she wouldn’t need her eyes to feel his ire. He had kept up his facade, as he always did, with Othello in the room but now that the man was gone Cassian could take down a wall. Not every wall, but at least this one.
Did he have to say anything? She knew. He knew. Regan had done a shit job and Cassian expected better of her. Of course, ever the leader, Cassian took responsibility. How could she be excellent if she wasn’t trained? He had overestimated her and rushed her out too quickly. Lesson learned.
“You are temporarily and privately suspended from your role as huntsman.” It only needed to be between them, but he made sure to tell her so that it would sting. If he was his father he might have struck her.
“You will spend your days training that gifted man to be what I need him to be.” He stopped there, giving her a chance to speak, perhaps to defend herself.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:29:26 GMT -5
It did sting, precisely because she deserved it. Regan did everything she could to keep the heat of embarrassment from rising in her cheeks. She wanted to look at Cassian, to offer explanations and—more importantly—an apology, but none of them would change the facts: she had failed. A partial failure, but a failure nonetheless.
There would be no defense. Regan nodded once sharply, gaze still fixed on a distant, unspecified point. “Yes, your majesty.” Her voice was soft with shame but steady enough to pass as professional.
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 Dec 8, 2022 11:29:32 GMT -5
Cassian took some steps towards her, closing the distance between them, something dark in his eyes. He didn’t need the tender balance of the territories in his kingdom collapsing because of one foolish mistake. That mistake might have been one made by Regan, or perhaps it was his…
“No more mistakes.” He knew he was putting pressure on her shoulders, on her head. But she needed it. She needed more expectations. She needed higher stakes.
“Am I clear?” If she hadn’t moved her eyes to look at him then he would move himself into her line of sight. He wanted her to see how dead serious he was about this.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:29:51 GMT -5
Regan stifled the low animal whine that started to rise in her throat, though not in enough time to silence it completely. She clenched her teeth, wanting to fall through the floor and be swallowed up in the darkness forever.
But that wasn’t a luxury she had anymore. Running, tapping out—those were habits she’d left behind. Reluctantly, she met Cassian’s eyes, her cheeks growing hot under his gaze.
“Yes, your majesty.” If Regan had sounded small before, now she seemed minute. The look in her eyes was the only apology she could offer. Any spoken one would undoubtedly come with more words than would be helpful or required.
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 Dec 8, 2022 11:30:00 GMT -5
The whine, the submissive words, the apology in her eyes…Cassian’s gaze softened, as the last harsh rays of a sunset back behind the horizon. He might have reached out to her, a hand on her cheek to wordlessly affirm her position in his life. But he didn’t. He let his eyes be all the mercy she would received for now, and then dismissed her with a curt nod of his head.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Dec 8, 2022 11:30:15 GMT -5
The slight softening was enough. Her features, still twisted with regret, relaxed slightly with relief. She dipped in a bow, turning to leave. A few steps away, she paused, speaking softly without facing him again.
“You asked me before if the wolf would be enough. It’s not. I understand that now. And I won’t forget.” Because she’d seen what one misstep could do. How Cassian had constructed an empire made of interlocking parts. One weak link, if broken, could cause chaos. War, even.
By making him part of his pack, Regan had become a link, connected to something far bigger than herself. Her wolf form wasn’t a weapon to be wielded, but a responsibility to bear. For Nevermere, but more importantly, for him.
Without further comment, Regan would leave, feeling a new weight on her shoulders that wasn’t there before.