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 Regan Lassiter on Oct 3, 2023 18:30:25 GMT -5
Regan snorted, tucking herself closer to Grant, drawn to his warmth and familiarity. If she closed her eyes she could almost feel the warm sun of Lorendale on her face.
“And what about you?” Regan smirked, though there was a clear note of anxiety in her voice, “You gonna go be a trophy husband now or some shit?”
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 7, 2023 9:26:53 GMT -5
True to form, Regan started blushing as her eyes scanned the yes, devastatingly handsome, Delaney. A twinge of jealousy pinched her sharply as she imagined the lucky noble lady who’d soon be wrapped up in those strong Delaney arms. By the time Regan’s eyes returned to Grant’s face, there was a soft sadness to them.
“Yeah, I guess you are.” She tucked a little closer to Grant as they plodded along. "I'm sure 'Ken' and Mummie have quite the list made up for you." She said, trying to keep the bitterness at bay. "Any favorites?"
She didn't want to talk about it, but not talking about it felt like an admission of that fact.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 15, 2023 20:07:14 GMT -5
Regan furrowed her brow as she had a thousand times before, in what had always been an expression comedically set between a scowl and something more contemplative. She looked up at Grant, confused, trying to bend reality into something she wanted it to be but coming up short.
“I don’t get it,” Regan said, “You’re coming back? Why...what? Mummie's gonna let you have both now?" It was getting harder to hide her disdain under a joke.
Last Edit: Oct 15, 2023 20:08:22 GMT -5 by Regan Lassiter
Post by Grant Delaney on Oct 17, 2023 2:07:53 GMT -5
Well.
Grant hadn't been expecting a warm reception, exactly, but he'd hoped for more warmth from his best friend. Or at least a mote of sympathy, but then again, maybe she didn't know.
While his gut told him to lash out, Regan had earned more than enough good will for him to stay relaxed.
"My mother's dead," said Grant, "So. As long as I get a wife she'd probably be fine about it."
Post by Regan Lassiter on Oct 17, 2023 6:11:39 GMT -5
Regan’s footsteps slowed. It was then the enormity of her selfishness came crashing down on her, followed by the acute sorrow she felt on her friend’s behalf.
“Grant…” Regan stopped, tugging Grant’s arm so he’d stop too. “I—I didn’t know, if I did I—” She wasn’t a naturally consoling creature, but she cared about Grant. Cared about him more than most anyone. “When did she…die?” Regan tried for a moment to find a suitable substitute for the word, but direct was best.
Post by Regan Lassiter on Nov 6, 2023 8:14:06 GMT -5
Regan didn’t hesitate. She slipped her arms around Grant as if no time had passed at all, as if all her bitterness and stubbornness had evaporated in that instant. If Grant would allow her, she’d squeeze, holding close as a few passers-by raised skeptical eyebrows at the display before carrying on.
“I’m so sorry. I—I didn’t know. I just thought…” Regan trailed off, still holding close.