Kathleen
Valentine Godwin
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Viola was bored - to put it simply. The council had been called to create a solution to the plague, something they had only spoken about once between petty royal problems.

So she flipped through her journal, reading over her prepared speech and various other notes, eyes drifting over sketches and doodles and graphs, ignoring the crudeness of her king and the childish tantrum from the Witherlands girl. She had no place to speak among kings and queens just yet.

The professor's mind shifted back to the lady she had spoken to the night before, distracting her from the royal dilemma going on around her.
Katherine
**Anyanka Durkhan
Castle Grunewald, Vallen
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_"Barrmount girl, we have wonderful news. Ibethiel has found a suitor that will help secure the support you need. Kirk Pinewood." _

Angelica pushed gently on Anya's shoulder, and she blinked, pulled back from a daze. Who had said that? Gregor? Probably, he seemed in charge. Angelica gave Anya a look of 'you awake? Do we need to go?' But Anya shook her head, sitting up better in her seat and immediately regretting the movement.
John
**Queen Lucrezia Scheer
Throne Room**

Lucrezia stood up. "Yes, Lady Anna. Your generous offer of marriage will not go to waste. Ladies from around all of Marin would be jealous of this choice." She said, gesturing toward the man in the chair next to her who was trying not to have a heart attack at such a premature age. "We know how happy this must make you, and from what I understand, you won't be waiting long for the union to take place either." She added, glancing around the room, but particularly eyeing the wisdom in attendance.

"That is, of course, assuming that you agree to this marriage which will help your people get the support they so desperately need at this darkest hour."
Kari
Vex Gresham
Just outside of Valen, Taemar

The Order of the White Rose was always shrouded in mystery. The Bulwark they called home wasn't found on any map, surrounded by ice and fog and monsters. The rumors that came from such a place were as wild and terrifying as you could imagine. The majority of rumors were just that, rumors and tales spun too far and wide over the millennia, the Paladins first reveal in hundreds of years was sure to derail those rumors. Except they chose Vex.

Vex Gresham was the best of the Hunters the Paladins sent out, and that came with a price. He was more animal than man, his brain was beyond fried from the potions his kind used, and now he only saw his crusade against the abomination. He was in his source in the wild, tracking, killing, feasting on the flesh of monsters. He was a nightmare, and everything the rumors promised.

He sucked air in through his pointed teeth, scanning the trees briefly. This was the spot where they would gather, the volunteers from the Council he awaited. Vex gripped the chain in his right hand tighter and gave it a hard yank.

"Keep up, Shifter. If you fall behind again, I might just change my mind about keeping you alive." He hissed behind him, casting the creature a shadowy glance.
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah 
Outside of Vallen, Taemar 

Throughout the walk from the castle, Cecilia kept a piercing glare towards the back of the Paladin's head. Her body continued to ache from the previous night, though the wound on her stomach given by the duchess had disappeared completely while leaving a mark of dried blood in its place,her lung and shoulder continued to hurt. She was pissed and sore enough as is. It didn't help that some dipshit paladin continuously tugged against the chains that wrapped her wrists, wishing she the strength to break free. When the paladin spoke, Cecilia fastened her pace slightly so there would be some slack within the chain. Twisting her wrist, the shifter wrapped part of the chain around her hand and pulled against it while taking a step back in hopes to rip the chain from Vex's hand. 

"You want me to keep up? Get these damn chains off me." She hissed out in annoyance, wishing she had the energy to attempt an escape. Her stomach continued to groan from hunger which began when they left the council, the rats from the dungeon only satisfying the shifter enough to heal herself before shifting out of her wolf form. The Paladin in front of her looked tempting, though she doubted it would be worth the risk to attack him in her weakened state.