Harvey
Valkrin Farensun 
The Royal Balcony 

As Valkrin came back in, he adjusted his uniform, making it look as presentable as possible. He'd caught the tail end of Gitten's tantrum, and even chuckled at the girl's words. He took a seat next to the Pirate King, far enough to not impose, but close enough to put a blade through the heart of anyone that might make an attempt on Maith's life. 

"It's been dealt with, and paid for," He said to the Pirate King. Feeling a bump whenever his glass eye moved, he removed it and was surprised to find that there was a bit of dried blood on it. Valkrin wiped it off on his handkerchief and popped it in his mouth before inserting it back in it's socket. 

In his opinion, he was a part of this meeting of kings. The Pirate King, the Ibbish King, the future King of Terresol, and himself a king in legend.
Felicia
Cyprien de Lysse
The Royal Balcony

The crowd's attention was on the joust, but Cyprien struggled to get invested. His mind drifted from Caderyn Vortigern to Charity Lane to John de Burgh. While others cheered for the knightly prowess displayed on the Mizzen, Cyprien's head was absorbed with thoughts of the wars to come, its logistics, and it's strategy. He had to figure everything out before the time for the ball came.

The Vortigern restoration had gone from a dream to a very real possibility. If House Dumange stood by the rightful heir, then Leirus would follow shortly after. If half of Terresol rallied behind Caderyn, the rest of the nobles would have no choice but to crown him.

But the Vortigern restoration had to be achieved quickly and without blooshed, for De Burgh awaited no one. Terresol could not afford to spend it's troops in a fratricide succession war.

The wait was killing him. And the tourney wasn't even halfly underway.
Ora
Arin Cragton 
Southern Isles

All he felt was pain. His life seeped out of every pore in his body, dropping down and leaving a trail as the men dragged him away. It hurt to move. Every thought was another dagger shoved into his brain. His eyes were swollen shut, but he could hear the men laughing at his expense. 

"To think, we got paid to beat up the little shit." A deep voice laughed as he tugged on Arin's broken arm. 

"Wait, we got paid? Isn't that his money?" The man on his left sounded younger, almost surprised to hear the other man plotting to ignore Valkrin's orders. 

"Aye. We get paid. You seriously believe I'm going to pay for this damned fool to go to a doctor?" The man said, adjusting his grip as Arin's arm hung in its socket loosely. 

"Valkrin ordered us to deliver him to the hospital. V-A-L-K-R-I-N. When is the last time you remember him asking anyone to keep someone alive?" The man on his left said, grunting as he tugged Arin along.

"He's going soft, that much is certain. I don't know about you but I'm not taking the ugly bastard anywhere." The guard on his right was beginning to get restless. 

"No, you are just fucking insane. What do you think Valkrin will do to us if he ever finds out? I have a wife, two kids. You know this you stupid idiot. I'm not risking all of that over a few measly coins. It's not worth my life, and it's definitely not worth yours. If you think it is, then you are a fool." The other guard was pissed, gripping Arin's arms tighter. 

"Shut the fuck up about your whore of a wife. She's probably sleeping with everyone she can get her hands on right now and you fucking know it. She's probably slept with the captain as well. How else would a coward like you be able to work here?" The guard on his right began to laugh at his own joke. 

"Fuck you. I've defended you more times than I can count, helped you do all of your stupid shit, but no. You wanna risk everything I've worked hard for over a handful of gold?" The man said, turning a corner.

"It's not a risk. No one is gonna look for this kid. If anything we can pay a few coins to a doctor to report his death. All we have to do is dump him behind that merchant's place.. The one.. You know. Noma. He never checks so it'll be a few days before someone discovers the little shit. By then, he'll be dead." The guard remarked, laughing. 

"Aye. If we are caught, at least we are caught together." The man on his right said as they circled the marketplace. 

"Shut the fuck up."

"Yes sir."

After a few more minutes, the pair lifted Arin into the piles of food waste and laughed, before turning and leaving. Arin groaned, beginning to wake up as images flashed through his mind.

*A young man, resembling Arin but his features were changed.. Not quite his own. Arin watched as the man smiled and waved at him. Arin smiled and waved back.*

A memory began to form as Arin laid, blood dripping off of his twitching fingers. He took slow breaths, barely alive as he struggled. He closed his eyes again, succumbing to the darkness. 

*"Arin!" A booming voice shook him awake. Arin was resting against the railing of the ship. He stood up slowly, wiping the sea spray off of his face. He frowned, and glanced up, the sun hiding the face of the man talking to him. 

"Come on! I was almost asleep." Arin said, shielding his eyes and grinning. 

"No time for sleep, brother. Maith's men have been prowling the edges of our territory. What good would you be if they killed you in your sleep, eh? The least you can do is die standing." The other man said, walking towards Arin and placing a hand on his shoulder as he walked past. 

"I'm joking, little brother. Don't be so serious." The other man said, as Arin frowned. 

"I'm as old as you are-" Arin started, before being interrupted.

"But I was born first, therefore I'm the older brother." The other man said, walking out of Arin's vision. The world around Arin blurred as things began happening quickly. Men began scurrying about, tightening sails, brushing rails, and doing other various tasks they were assigned.*

*"SHIPS! ATTACK!" Words began to interrupt everyone's calm. Arin dropped the brush he was holding, glancing around frantically. His eyes noticed five ships, all bearing the mark of Bradai Maíth. Arin's eyes widened as he turned and ran towards the small corner room he called home. He grabbed his sword and ran back outside. Men yelled, ordering each other around. The captain of the ship had already jumped ship, afraid to die. 

"Together men! We can hold but we must turn and run. No use dying here and now!" Arin jumped up to grab the wheel of the ship, spinning it to turn the ship away from the oncoming ships. 

"Why should any of us listen to you?" Another man spoke up, looking up at Arin. 

"Because I'm the only dumbass here who has any sort of self-preservation... Obviously. Now get to the sails and open them fully. NOW!" Arin yelled, as his brother emerged from below deck. 

"Glad to see we have such a brave captain leading us" Herein said, looking at their former captain, swimming towards shore. "You heard the man! Get those sails up!" Herin yelled to the men, before turning to his brother. "I hope you know what you're doing, because if I die here, I'm haunting you for eternity."

"Of course I don't. But remember, our mother always told us our father's blood ran through our veins. Let's hope it gives us a bit of luck today." Arin said as the wind began to fill the sails, giving the ship a bit of speed as Arin held tightly to the wheel.*

*A single arrow pierced the biggest sail, and Arin swore loudly. They weren't fast enough. Arin knew they wouldn't be able to outrun Bradai's men, but he was hoping he would have been able to make it farther than they were. 

"Ready your weapons men! We ain't leaving here without a fight!" Arin said as the ship's began catching up. A rope with a large hook attached to it caught on to their ship, then another and another. Arin quickly scrambled to try to unhook them, but an arrow embedded itself into the floor between his feet. He glanced up, and the eyes of a demon met him. 

Arin blinked, and it was over. He was backed against a wall, with three men holding their swords at him. He held off two of them, but the third quickly rushed him. 

"HERIN!" He screamed, as the man picked him up and slammed him against the edge of the ship and began to try and throw him over. Herin glanced at him, and mouthed a word. 

"I'm sorry." The last thing his brother ever said to him before he fell over the edge of the ship was I'm sorry.*