A Ruler to be Feared and Loved [ChaosLord29 & Darling Reality]
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				Title: <strong>A Ruler to be Feared and Loved [ChaosLord29 &amp; Darling Reality]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 02:09:21</strong>
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				It was a joyous time in the capital city, as all hailed the triumphant return of the old king’s second son, and twin ruler of the island nation, Lord Marshal and Protector of the Realm, Vanduen son of Valthas, or Van the Dread as word had reached them had become his title throughout the less civilized lands across the sea. The clannish chieftains and petty rulers were now cowed and inclined to pay tribute to the heirs of Valthas, the barbarian warbands dispersed or brought to heel, and the corsairs which raided their shores had all learned to dread the coming of Vanduen and the mighty force he had forged from fire and steel. Now, those same brave soldiers had returned home in the company of new allies, to celebrate the peace won through their might of arms, and Vanduen’s twin brother’s expert statesmanship and diplomacy with those more courteous and trustworthy of nations. Thalren, the King’s firstborn son, Lord Chancellor and Keeper of the Peace ruled from their father’s palace, maintaining prosperity and justice as well as entertaining treatise with their neighboring realms across the sea, and was his brother’s equal and opposite. Together, in the wake of their beloved father’s death, they had forged his legacy of righteous order into a golden age, and they were reunited for the grandest of celebrations.<br><br>Vanduen’s grand campaign was now concluded, their greatest threats defeated, and new alliances securing trade and peace for years to come, the final piece of Thalren’s grand design now coming into place as he was due to be wedded. The family was influential and ambitious as any nobles might hope to be, and their eldest daughter no mere beauty, but a spirited and accomplished lady, beloved through the realm. Their union would mark the consolidation of power for a generation or more. No measure had been spared then for the celebration of their marriage, and with the great spoils of war brought back by Vanduen’s armies, there was no luxury so lavish for the marriage of Thalren and his new queen to be. Preparations had been made for weeks and now the wedding waited only on the return of Vanduen himself, to be held a fortnight from this, the day of his homecoming, as he rode at the head of his chosen company of knights, the streets awash in petals from the adoring crowds as they hailed the conquering hero home. It was a spectacle rivaled only by the feast that awaited him at the palace, the reception arranged by his brother and soon to be sister, and to be outdone only by the wedding feast scheduled two short weeks from this day.<br><br>Marching up the palace steps, a long crimson cloak and sash adorning his armor, Vanduen entered the courtyard and set sight upon his beloved brother for the first time in seven long years, smiling as he removed his helm and knelt before the holder of their father’s crown. “My lord, I can say with pride that the enemies of our father stand vanquished, all their would be allies cowed or crushed themselves. None from across the sea will ever threaten our home again.” His steely gray-blue eyes raised to take in his brother’s beaming features as he stood, “And it is good to be home and see you again, brother.” He held out his hand and both brothers' embraced amidst a cheer from the surrounding courtiers.<br><br>Thalren stepped back first, laughing jubilantly before assuming his role once more. “My Lord Marshal, the realm has never been more prosperous; peace and justice flourish amongst our vassals and their charges. The armies of our homeland will be received with great joy and glad tidings.” His own bright sky-blue eyes shining, “And it is good to have you home, brother.” The pair embraced once more, before Thalren turned beckoned for the retinue standing to either side and behind him to come forward. “So much to ask and so much to tell, my dearest kin. Let me begin by introducing my bride to be . . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Ruler to be Feared and Loved [ChaosLord29 &amp; Darling Reality]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darling Reality</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 22:19:43</strong>
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				Saura had been bred for this. If she had been asked if she were given a choice in just what she was supposed to become when she came of age the answer would have been no. Her father and mother provided her with the best tutors. She spoke three different dialects fluently for the surrounding lands. She was well versed in how to behave at court, how to be a proper lady, and she was the perfect picture of control. She was stunning in her beauty with long flowing raven hair that had a natural curl and came down to the middle of her back, Cerulean eyes, and a flawless complexion of porcelain. Her body was slender with the dresses she wore always molding to the sensuous curves of her hips and breasts. Her lips were full and soft perfecting a bow shaped mouth that she often found men staring at when she spoke. She was not daft in knowing that men often didn't hear the words she was saying because they were to busy thinking vulgar things. She did not despise man for this, but accepted it as one of his many many flaws, and expected it to be such a flaw in the man she was supposed to marry. <br><br>Growing up in a home where she must always exhibit control, poise, and grace she was not raised with the warmth and love that most children were. Yes, she would think that her parents loved her to some degree, but they were cold towards her, treated her more as an object that would one day improve their station and their wealth. She wasn't even sure if her parents actually loved each other. Eliza and Marius had come to be from an arranged marriage when her mother was only 17 years and her father nearing 20.&nbsp; The marriage resulted in great prosperity for the two families. Saura was the eldest of three, a younger brother Makin, and a little sister Liliana. She grew up watching her parents treat her younger siblings much the same way they had treated her. Makin rebelled. When he was 14 he had joined the King's army to be a soldier, and where that was not considered dishonorable for a family it was much to the dismay of their parents and the plans they had for Makin. Saura still kept in touch with him as he was only a couple of years younger than she. Liliana however was just reaching her 13th year and being given much the same treatment as Saura, however like Makin she seemed to have a rebellious streak.<br><br>Saura was not without her own, secrets and rebellion. Growing up she had come to have her own agenda, and the promise to herself of leading a life that she wanted her way. Under all of that poise and proper behavior was someone who wanted to lose control, from time to time she did. In her own way. There had been punishments growing up for when one misbehaved. It was part of the reason Makin had left. But for Saura she had learned to deal with the punishment, learned just how she needed to behave until she became the perfect puppet of her parents wants. And now they were getting from her exactly what they wanted. <br><br>And as they had created her she was the perfect appearance of a Queen to be as she came to stand beside her future husband, those Cerulean hues appraising Van. There were differences between the two, maybe at a glance they held the same resemblance, but Van carried himself as a man who had seen battle, his skin weathered, and she was certain his hands would be calloused from sword play, and that scars would mar his body from the fights he had seen where as Thalren's hands had been soft when he had taken her hand. The hands of a man who had things handed to him, done for him, and perhaps might have received a papercut or two from the documents he signed regarding the Kingdom and its politics. <br><br>Saura was dressed in a deep blue satin gown corseted at the back. The sleeves long and flowing, the gown embroidered around the bust and hem. She bowed before Van, her Cerulean hues never leaving his face as she bent low in her curtsy. "Welcome back Lord Marshal." Her voice was silken and soft as she spoke to him. "It is a great honor to be in your presence after all that you have done for this Kingdom." Her words were of flattery, and whether she meant them or not her tone betrayed nothing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Ruler to be Feared and Loved [ChaosLord29 &amp; Darling Reality]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>chaoslord29</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 07:40:33</strong>
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				Thalren was practically glowing as Van marched up the steps to the entryway of the palace, his retinue of loyal generals and representatives of their new allies in toe.&nbsp; Each among them was decked in parade dress, but no less recognizable as warriors of great stature and ability.&nbsp; Thalren was himself wearing a white tunic and trousers, the cuffs flaring outward and decoratively embroidered with gold leaf, over which an imperious purple doublet was the only true mark of his position over any of the more showily dressed courtiers who awaited.&nbsp; It was the Lord Chancellors custom to dress in a more humble fashion than most, all his attired still of the highest quality cloth and make, but he wanted it always clear that his rulership stemmed not simply from affluence or force of personality, but the temperance and wisdom for which he was so rightly hailed.&nbsp; Standing beside Saura, his slightly understated style served, in fact, to punctuate the Queen-to-be's magnificence and splendor, again, not simply the product of her attire, but the enchanting beauty and regality she projected at all time.&nbsp; Thalren's eyes slid to the side to gaze upon his bride to be with a tenderness which bordered on awe; as he had many times since their betrothal.<br><br>The Lord Chancellor's warmth and humility could not be more at odds with Suara's upbringing, but neither did he have much of a soul for romance.&nbsp; What courtship they had enjoyed was perfunctory, her own parents insisting on some overtures made in the wake of King Valthas' unfortunate demise.&nbsp; Thalren had negotiated with them shrewdly; honoring of his father's promise to their household, and deftly navigated the snake pit of other nobles who had wished to seize upon the chance to see their own daughters elevated to sit beside the highest in the land.&nbsp; He had even gone so far as to publicly declare his love for her, but in those few times they had been together alone, he had been hesitant, and it seemed his love for her stemmed as much from his love for their country as anything.<br><br>Vanduen meanwhile, could not have been more his brother's opposite in measure or mien.&nbsp; Where Thalren was fair to rival many ladies of the court, Van's skin possessed a rosy tan from long hours of march, drill, riding and upon the deck of a warship, and he moved with an alacrity despite the heavy plate mail he wore which suggested not only great strength, but as if it weighed no more to him than an airy coat; rumors had come back from those prize ships and wounded soldiers that in battle, Vanduen wore his armor like a second skin, and could fight a day and a night while wearing it, without respite.&nbsp; His ashe blonde hair and steely eyes were again at contrast with Thalren's flaxen locks and deep blue ones; but there was much more to it as he ascended the final steps, embraced his brother and then turned to regard Saura.<br><br>For a moment, she might have dismissed the gleam in those eyes as nothing but the familiar carnal infatuation so many men had turned upon her, and Van at least had the excuse of being a soldier long at war.&nbsp; As she curtsied however, and his gaze remained unfaltering upon her, something about the edge of his smile suddenly suggested so much more.&nbsp; It wasn't simply a gleam of lechery which his eyes reflected, but one could glimpse a slowly burning pyre of lust for power, and the fiendish hungers which accompanied such ambition.&nbsp; Her words seemed to reach him, but he reached out with his right hand, bowing forward ever so slightly, his transfixing gaze seemed to peer right through Saura, as he waited for her to offer her hand back to him and spoke, "The honor is mine, in victory over our foes, and now, in the splendor of your presence, my lady."
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