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!
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 1, 2023 2:22:57 GMT -5
Grant was unable to keep himself from smiling. Maybe he was drunk. So maybe there was an extra reason he was being so honest? Or more likely it was just easy because who wouldn't want Norah Prowze? Or whatever her surname was, presently. Carter. Grant had never met the man and wasn't about to start mourning him.
The large man plopped right down on the bed and regarded her with a smile.
"Well," said Grant, "I'm seeking a wife," he continued. "So that depends entirely on how willing you are, Norah."
Norah could see the slight flush to his face, which made her smirk curl up further as he plopped down, bringing himself closer to her height. She stepped forward, till the front of her dress brushed his knees. “I’m willing to do a lot of things,” Her hands folded behind her back as she leaned slightly forward, holding his gaze. “Are you asking me to be your wife, Lord Delaney?”
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 6, 2023 1:54:14 GMT -5
Grant had quite a few opinions. Most of which he had already been rather loud about, to be honest, but at least the rest would be clear within minutes.
He reached out and put a hand on her cheek, pausing for a moment. "Yes, I very much am, Norah," said Grant, before pulling her in closer and kissing her upon the lips.
The moment he reached for her, a wildness entered her eyes. Something that would only be seen as a slight widening of her eyes and the hint of a smile. She knew what was coming just by that movement, and when he confirmed his question, she let out a sharp breath.
Either he was drunk, or insane, or clueless… or all of it. But maybe she was a bit of all of those things too. Tugged to him, his lips slanting across her own…. Norah asked herself why she’d hold back… and found nothing.
Her hands flew to capture his face, stepping into him until she was nestled between his knees and chest to chest with him. Heat licked down her spine at the same time that she went to deepen the kiss.
Just like that… it seemed a deal was made. One that would benefit them both when it came to social expectations, when it came to public opinion… and one that seemed to also satisfy something both of them wanted. She knew it in the way he wrapped around her, how he kissed her, and surely with how he was going to handle her…
With a small movement she pulled back, just enough to take a quick breath and let it out with a small shiver. “Seems like you will be busy while I’m gone then.” She spoke low against his lips. “The Delaney’s, the Captain Commander… lots of meetings.” Norah nodded thoughtfully, one hand resting on his chest and the other keeping him close with fingers threaded through dark hair.
“The bed to your liking?” A small huff of laughter because she had a feeling she was about to end up right under the sheets with him.
She still had never figured out what the Delaney women ate during their pregnancies to create such large men. He popped her off of her feet like she was nothing, carrying her up and onto the bed. To ‘test’ it. Grant Delaney had always been a wild card, and how she was glad for it.
She smiled as her lips caught his, no debating coming from her. He wouldn’t find a timid and bashful noblewoman in his arms, two words no one would really dare use to describe Norah. Not when she drew him in, she held him close, and they very much tested out the bed.
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 15, 2023 3:48:07 GMT -5
[fade in]
Grant was calming down--for some reason--with his arms around his future wife. They were at least semi-decent, though it wasn't like there were witnesses.
Grant looked down at Norah's face (gorgeous) and thought for a moment. "I. It's probably dumb to ask, but. You're sure?"
Eyes closed, head resting against his shoulder, she focused on the steady but rapid beat in his chest. Sheets tugged up to their waist, she was basking in the aftermath until his voice broke the verbal silence once they had quite enjoyed one another.
Glancing up, his question was met quickly with a smile, then followed by a small laugh as she propped herself up to look down at him. “You know, now that you asked, after that performance…” she lifted her brows, her head tilting slightly as if she was going to retract her earlier agreement.
But it ended with her curling her hands against his face and kissing him for a long moment. “But I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two… so my answer is still yes.” It wasn’t for love. It wasn’t because she couldn’t picture her life without him. Maybe one day they’d grow to love one another. But right now, what mattered was a smart match. A safety net that they both needed. Him from his mother, his sister… a random woman he didn’t know. Her from any other men like Lord Carter had been.
And they both seemed to like one another… in many ways…
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 17, 2023 2:13:12 GMT -5
Grant, despite the markings and /utter state/ of the room, was taken aback and terrified for a moment, before Norah kissed him.
For better or worse, he took pretty women by their immediate word. And Norah was kinda very pretty. Even moreso since she was going to be taking his--well. They could talk about the bloodline later.
He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, hand moving across her back, slow. He wanted to be much more familiar but he was going to try and behave.
Except for a few minutes ago, that was different. Extremely.
"Teach me a thing or two?" asked Grant, smirking aginst her lips. "If you teach like I imagine you do? You've won me over again, Norah."
It was a tease, mostly. While she was sure she could teach him a few things, she had a small feeling that he might teach her a thing or two in return. She’d always been good with demands, with following directions, and occasionally rebelling… and that wasn’t just her political life.
Her smile was brief, kissing him again before she settled beside him, curled into his side. Clearly, she had no intentions of heading to her own bed right then. “Maybe I’ll give you the first lesson in the morning. After you get some rest.” He had traveled all the way out to her estate.
Post by Grant Delaney on Nov 4, 2023 3:42:18 GMT -5
Grant Delaney was... vaguely aware of teasing. At least, theoretically.
It was a lot more difficult to put it into words, though Grant himself was not exactly a diplomat. He could do a lot of work if Norah was on the other end of his tongue, however--
That was a separate matter.
"Are you going to rest with me?" asked Grant, looking at Norah's lips.
His response was easy, and her lips twitched up as he stared at them. “Hm,” she hummed, curling into him. “As long as you actually let me sleep for a little bit at least. Then I’ll stay right here.” Which is exactly what she planned, in a few hours, who knew. Maybe they’d both be awake enough for round two. But that was for later.