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!
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 Jan 30, 2023 12:51:18 GMT -5
Cassian was awake. He’d sustained the whole potentially humiliating ordeal with semi-consciousness, enough to be aware of just how diligent Regan was being with him. There was nothing untoward about it all. At least, not from where the king drooled.
When Regan finished, with the compress cooling his head and her words drifting somewhere in his mind, Cassian reached out a hand. It would not be content to be taken by hers. It sought her head. If she was close enough, his hand would slip to the back of it and he would weakly draw her forward. Any amount of oppositional force on her end would stop it, of course, but if Regan was totally compliant then she’d find her head brought to his chest.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 30, 2023 12:51:33 GMT -5
Regan was confused at first. She and Cassian occupied strange places in the other’s lives—a changing territory that had yet to settle into something certain. Regan did not move when his hand came forward, but when it tugged she melted eagerly against him. The rest of her body followed and, boots and all, she curled up as an overwhelming wave of relief washed over her. For a moment, Regan thought she might cry. But instead, she just wedged herself in closer, laying a hand on his chest so that it would rise in the ragged rhythm of his breathing.
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 Jan 30, 2023 12:51:41 GMT -5
With the warmth of Regan against him, Cassian drifted off into a deep sleep. Indeed, their relationship was an unconventional one, but perhaps in the quiet moments that followed, punctuated only by Cassian’s semi-labored breathing, Regan would realize that she had become someone important to the king. Someone he trusted to be weak with, when he was the ever-strong king. Someone he trusted to expose his loneliness to, wordlessly confiding in her to fill it.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Jan 30, 2023 12:51:59 GMT -5
Regan sank against Cassian’s side. In the hours that followed, she stayed somewhere in between wakefulness and rest, lulled by the sound of Cassian’s breathing before opening her eyes to make sure it stayed even. Regan had never been so still. She felt as if she were to move, the safety and comfort that had wrapped itself around her would fall away, encapsulated in Cassian’s murmured words:
“No one else.”
Whatever Cassian may have meant didn’t matter. Regan would cling to the words in the days to come. Love wasn’t the right word to describe what held her to Cassian. It was devotion. An abiding fidelity that was not bound by the constraints of romantic, platonic, or filial love. Regan was whatever he needed her to be. Until now, she’d served her kingdom. Now, the man was all that mattered. And there was no one, no one else that would come before him.