Steven
Charity Lane
Sol, Terresol

Charity was so proud when Mireli recited the facts she'd learned in her studies. Charity didn't teach her of course, but she was still proud that a child in her care was successfully being educated.
But it was Mireli's question that caused her to pause, she didn't respond right away, she didn't want to say no, but she was also sure the nature of these future parties would tend on the adult side for one reason or another. The festivals probably wouldn't, it's also kind of fitting Charity and Mireli first met at a festival, "I don't think you would find much interest in these parties, however I promise I will take you to any festival you want to go to." Here's hoping no fertility festivals pop up in the next town over.
Michael
Roland Jungingen
Sol, Terresol

Donning their matching attire of white surcoats that bore the black cross of their Order, a trio of lone warriors continued down the the stone hallways of the palace. Their surcoats were not only what gave them an identical appearance, but also their mantles, their plated arms and legs, and finally a peacock feather-topped bascinet that completed their gear.

The three representatives of the knightly brothers, having passed the guards and men used to check their bodies for signs of the wide-spread plague, found themselves approaching the throne room, guarded by both a pair of guards and elaborate doorway. They would halt just outside, removing the belts around their surcoats and giving up their armament for a chance to enter. They also would remove their helms, keeping it perched by an arm on their hips as they awaited permission to enter.
Steven
Charity Lane
Sol, Terresol

Charity had found the past few weeks to be among the most chaotic in her life, it was as if she were fighting many fires but had too few buckets. Desperately trying to get resources where they needed to go, but leaving some towns in the dark. The fact that most of the aid she sent to the first two infected cities had fallen ill with the plague and the plague continued to spread was most troublesome.

It was in her study that she received notice she'd gotten visitors from the Archadian Order. The three men visiting had passed inspection, showing no signs of plague. Generally the Queen would invite visitors to her study to discuss their petitions or other matters of concern. But with the beginning of the plague she adopted a 'better safe than sorry' attitude and began seeing people in the wide open Throne room instead of the enclosed and cramped study. She made her way to the Throne room, more specifically to the Throne itself. The glorified chair was awesome and magnificent, but Charity found it uncomfortable and it was too often unused.

Once seated she invited the guards to open the doors and let the visitors in. As the doors parted she addressed them, "Sirs, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Zoe Piraino
Sol, Terresol

In this time of strife the Queen faces many issues and conflicts, she tries to take them all on, but she would never be able to without her advisors and servants. Thus, one such issue was delegated to Zoe, A close friend to the Queen and one who helps with one of her personal projects. Zoe is tasked with finding a new governess as the previous one had left suddenly upon hearing members of her family had fallen ill with the plague. The Royal children were left without a caretaker and educator.

Zoe herself was a former governess before coming to work with Charity on her project, and was fully capable of continuing the work of the previous governess, but Charity needed her to continue her work on the project, the education of shitbloods in basic literacy. Zoe's history, however, made her perfect for finding a new governess for the royal children.

Through her connections Zoe was able to identify at least one promising candidate for the position, and luckily the woman was already in Sol. Zoe invited her to the keep, and if she could pass a plague inspection, would interview her.
Michael
Roland Jungingen
Sol, Terresol

The men would step off nearly at the same time, their metallic boots clinking along the flooring as they moved closer and closer to her majesty. The one in middle, flanked by his comrades had taken the lead. He was obviously much older than the others; he had grey hair, parts even turning shades of white. But this aged hair was neatly kept, his beard even trimmed down in a tidy fashion. Once he stopped several meters from the feet of his monarch, so would the others, and they would join him in kneeling submissive before her and awaiting her natural permission to rise.

"*Your majesty, my name is Garland Jungingen. I am the Grand Master of the Archadian Order. I was the one who wrote to you about our arrivel today,"* The white-haired man would introduce before holding his arms from side to side, "*My son, Roland Jungingen.."* He added, causing his son to offer her another lowly bow before returning to an erect position before his father turned to the other, "*And Kael Navara, Master of Arms of the Order..*"
Steven
Charity Lane
Sol, Terresol

Charity may be queen now, but previously she was at best a lordsblood, but more likely just a shitblood. She understood the reason for all of these formal gestures, but she tired of them after awhile, they got in the way of practicality. "You may rise, sirs. I welcome you to my keep and it is good to meet you, though I have some knowledge of your order already. You must have important business here if you're willing to trek down here during these troubling times."
Michael
"*Well, your highness, that is why we are here; our Order has been through the cities and the villages.. The condition is horrid in our region; there has been a complete breakdown of social trust within the poor and noble alike. It is because of this that we have traveled this way to proposition you. It is our desire to have you sponsor us in leading the kingdom on a crusade..."*

"*Our Order fought in the war with Northwind... We defended the our part of the kingdom against the invasion of Vronti... Wars are terrible, and they are violent. But... Wars unite. Crusades unite. It unites the people for a cause. Your majesty, a crusade will finally return our sense of fellowship and unify the people once more. This is why we are here, your grace."*
Joseph
Panic had filled her mind first, followed by a sickening spiral into the darkest corners of her mind *"Plague"*. The word had haunted her every step, as constant to her as breathing; the plague inspection itself had been easy and of course, she had passed. The real terror was in the reality that the disease was here, present- lurking in the shadows for the right opportunity to steal once again from her. Photine closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to ease her racing heart. Her mind lessened it's hold on despair and slowly drifted to the interview that would soon take place. She was deeply honored to be considered by someone of such status, entrusted with the care and education of her children. She desperately hoped that they would like her, if she was lucky enough to get the position. The smallest whisper of hair tickled her cheek, interrupting her thoughts and Photine's eyes fluttered open as she gently tucked the escaped tendril into a meticulously crafted braid. With another deep breath she allowed her previous anxieties to slide off her shoulders, replacing them with a relaxed confidence. She was ready.