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!
Myla almost hissed at the word ‘subservient’. She was already that… but perhaps not all cowering or quiet about it. Bitterly she was. She hated that she was… especially now that Honora mentioned her life being threatened.
“He won’t touch a hair on your head,” she seethed. He might have broken Myla at some point, made her think twice about crossing him in many ways… this she felt sure in. That her love for Honora would push her to act out, to protect her. “I won’t let him…” her eyes flickered to the ceiling above them. Those blue eyes… so familiar. So warm… ones she had thought of often when they had been apart.
“I still want Elena back,” that hadn’t been erased. She loved Elena. Perhaps, the only female she had truly loved before… but nothing like Honora. “And if I have to pretend, to protect you… to save her… I will.”
Post by Honora Allemeade on Feb 29, 2024 17:37:35 GMT -5
Safe—something Honora never thought she’d feel again. But she could feel the surging power of Myla’s mind, how energy poured from her in a violent display of electric beauty. She was both the storm and the shelter from it, and Honora sank into both.
“We will get her back. We will,” Honora assured her, sliding her hand along Myla’s cheek so the tips of her fingers buried themselves in Myla’s hair, “I promise you.” Phantom traces of Remiel’s mind tugged at the edges of hers. It colored the way her eyes slid along the form of Myla’s lips, and felt the hissing rattle of her voice in her bones. The way her skin felt soft beneath her fingers.
The words seemed to reassure her, making her sink into the touch that the Allemeade brushed against her cheeks and into her hair. Softness was so new, in a way. Hiram never had been soft like this, not many had the opportunity to get this close. But the way Honora loved her, the way she seemed to look to Myla with hope and something more made her body buzz.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she seemed to scold, though her lips twitched upward into a smile. “You need to rest.” And the dull throbbing head ache said she needed to as well. But the gentle features of Honora were tempting. Which had her sliding her hand along her side, a comforting motion more than any other kind. “If I didn’t think he’d track us down,” her eyes closed, her words a mere breath, “I’d hide us away…”