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 Feb 24, 2023 11:52:11 GMT -5
Cassian wasn't a large, burly man, but he was fit and strong enough to slide his hands between Iliana and the seat she sat on to hike her up and against him. If she didn't protest, he would carry her, still kissing, a little more sloppily, to his desk. He'd set her on it, giving her a foundation from which to work. Her tugs at his clothing would successfully undress him. In contrast, rather than undressing her, Cassian very intentionally left her modesty intact. If anyone stumbled in on them he didn't dare risk their eyes falling on his wife's form. Instead, he worked on slowly hiking up her nightgown.
Surprise flickered in her eyes as she was set onto something hard, but it gave her just the right height with him. He made no protest against her undressing him, and a small thrill ran through her as it was clear he would only be using the advantaged that the nightgown have him. Sliding to the edge, Iliana paused for only a brief moment to murmur softly against his lips, “I love you.”
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 Mar 7, 2023 12:08:55 GMT -5
I love you.
The course of their intercourse had not been so direct. It might have started on the desk, but by the end of it, sometime after they had both been pleased, Cassian took then through Iliana's portal and to her bed. They lay there now, Cassian entirely without clothing, Iliana still in her gown. Her head was resting on his arm as he lay on his back, face pointed towards the ceiling, eyes closed. His breathing was shallow, the only indication that he wasn't sleeping.
I love you. He had returned the words to her, not immediately, but somewhere in between it all. He thought on them now. The words he'd never, ever, made a habit of saying. The words of great weight. The words, truth be told, he had never wanted to say to his wife. Marriage was always supposed to be a business transaction. A sterile thing he kept at arm's length. Tonight, however, indulging in Iliana's warmth, her appeal, Cassian knew he was betraying his father's teachings.
He opened his eyes and quietly turned his head to see if she was sleeping. If she was, he would seek to dislodge himself and make a quick exit.
This night was unlike any others. Not because of what the next day held for herself, but for the sudden turn she had felt with Cassian. The small sliver of what she had grown to want with him over the years suddenly felt like it was within her grasp, for her love to be returned. She knew Cassian, he didn’t say things he didn’t mean. Not when the words held such weight.
The feminine sigh that left her when they made it to her bed had her curl against him. Hold him tight and bask in his warmth beside her, sleep finally pulling at her. She would be half asleep when Cassian would move from her, when he slipped from her bed and left. It’d be an hour later that her hands would slide through the bed to try and find him, not that she ever found him. She didn’t then either.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the door she knew he’d have left through. One step… one step at a time and it felt more like a leap. I love you. A soft smile grew on her face and she went back to sleep. Only an hour or so before she was woken to place her crown back on her head and see the justice be upheld.