Post by Edith Byron on Jan 27, 2023 10:12:33 GMT -5
[Open to anyone who's willing to participate]
Something had shifted within the woman after the latest open court. The announcement that the long-lost princess Tara had sworn loyalty to the Rainecourts simply didn't sit right with Gunne Cortel, née Morrigan. There was only one family that was the righteous heir to the throne, and it were the Ellis. It stung just a little harder since she had talked to Odina Ellis during the prince's birthday party without realising who she was really talking to. 'Mercy from former King, Julius Rainecourt'. The words still rung in her head, and she scoffed at them.
No, she wouldn't allow some long lost princess to make the people believe that the Morrigans had forgotten about what had happened to their ancestors. 'Let all of Nevermere, especially those who still cling to the Ellis name, know that the daughter of Urion, the sister of Malthace, has accepted her nephew as king and I intend to serve him diligently until the last of my days.' Gunne didn't care for it. Tara could say what she wanted, but she herself would never bend the knee for this phoney king.
The woman had arranged a secret meeting to discuss the situation with like-minded people. Word of the meeting had made its way through the Ellis supporter circles, so everyone who wanted to attend knew where to find her. She had also told her uncle Adder (@finnley) about the meeting, in case he was interested himself in joining. She hadn't waited for approval or an opinion. The woman felt strongly about this and nobody would be able to get in her way. Keelan hadn't been informed. During their last dinner, it had become clear to her that her brother didn't hold the same grudge against the royal family that she did. It was a disappointment, in all honesty, but she didn't allow it to bring her down.
The brunette was waiting in the attic of a little tavern, owned by someone who shared her opinion on the situation. Luckily, the owner could provide a safe space for the anti-Rainecourt protesters to gather and exchange opinions. "Here's to hoping at least some people show up", Gunne murmured before throwing back a shot of whiskey.
This was a new opportunity, a new momentum.
Something had shifted within the woman after the latest open court. The announcement that the long-lost princess Tara had sworn loyalty to the Rainecourts simply didn't sit right with Gunne Cortel, née Morrigan. There was only one family that was the righteous heir to the throne, and it were the Ellis. It stung just a little harder since she had talked to Odina Ellis during the prince's birthday party without realising who she was really talking to. 'Mercy from former King, Julius Rainecourt'. The words still rung in her head, and she scoffed at them.
No, she wouldn't allow some long lost princess to make the people believe that the Morrigans had forgotten about what had happened to their ancestors. 'Let all of Nevermere, especially those who still cling to the Ellis name, know that the daughter of Urion, the sister of Malthace, has accepted her nephew as king and I intend to serve him diligently until the last of my days.' Gunne didn't care for it. Tara could say what she wanted, but she herself would never bend the knee for this phoney king.
The woman had arranged a secret meeting to discuss the situation with like-minded people. Word of the meeting had made its way through the Ellis supporter circles, so everyone who wanted to attend knew where to find her. She had also told her uncle Adder (@finnley) about the meeting, in case he was interested himself in joining. She hadn't waited for approval or an opinion. The woman felt strongly about this and nobody would be able to get in her way. Keelan hadn't been informed. During their last dinner, it had become clear to her that her brother didn't hold the same grudge against the royal family that she did. It was a disappointment, in all honesty, but she didn't allow it to bring her down.
The brunette was waiting in the attic of a little tavern, owned by someone who shared her opinion on the situation. Luckily, the owner could provide a safe space for the anti-Rainecourt protesters to gather and exchange opinions. "Here's to hoping at least some people show up", Gunne murmured before throwing back a shot of whiskey.
This was a new opportunity, a new momentum.
