Lady of the Dark Waves [crystaltears & Wisti]
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				Title: <strong>Lady of the Dark Waves [crystaltears &amp; Wisti]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:20:50</strong>
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				Sea spray leapt high in the air as a longboat off the coast of northern Aal came to shore, a man leaping out of it with a letter that bore the stamp of one of the most feared pirate lords in all of the fierce kingdom known as Aal carried in his hands. Its red wax gleamed, fresh yet and bore a sight resemblance to blood. Perhaps, Dabir reflected while fording through the low waves, it was fitting that the wax reminded him of blood considering the tidings it brought. Once upon the shore he turned, looking back at the proud ship that had been the flag ship of Malchior WhiteWave. Now it, by the document he held in his hands, belonged to his daughter, the only living heir of his blood. <br><br>The heavens help them all, for no woman could stand up against the fierce pirate lords of the north and Dabir, as Malchior's First Mate knew how heavy that choice had laid on his Captain at his death bed's last moments. He had set his daughter up for a hard life, or a quick marriage. <br><br>Dabir turned from the ship that floated in the bay, his strong legs carrying him swiftly up onto shore and toward the waiting group of horsemen up on the ridge that over looked the cove the long boat had sailed him into. He would remain with the flag ship and the rest of the small fleet, protect it as best he could for his now dead Lord Captain and hope the daughter would find an answer to all of this. The document sealed with the Captain's death was handed over into waiting hands of one of the couriers. With a nod the man set his horse to prancing, Dabir leaping back and watching as the group of five took off on their proud Aal bred stallions, racing inland, not too far, for they would make it there in three hours perhaps, to the official noble seat of the WhiteWave family, also known as the v'Teyr's. WhiteWave as the pirate name that had been passed down, it would, he thought as the dust kicked up by the horses passage settled, perhaps die with his Lord Captain. <br><br>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br><br>The pounding of hooves on the drive was something that they had all listened for with hope and dread mingled as one. Now it came, coursing down the drive into the courtyard of the v'Teyr palace in the heart of the estate that had been the seat of the family for centuries, ruling the the eastern most province, large as it was, of Aal's northern lands. Razin found his hands shaking when he moved to answer the pounding on the door that lead into the cool marble halls of the palace himself, a thing that as Lord Steward to the v'Teyr's should have been beneath him. This moon cycle though, it was not. <br><br>When the door swung open and into his hands was given a sealed envelope marked with the crimson seal of Malchior, the now dead lord of v'Teyr he felt as if his heart stopped for a moment. <br><br>The Steward pressed his eyes shut, the courier bowing and moving off to see to his horses and likely rest in the courier's quarters with his companion's. When Razin's dark eyes opened again they gazed long at the seal that stood so starkly out against the cream of the parchment. Red was used for death, and only that. For when the Flames had claimed the Lord's body for another time and Malchior would be being prepped for a sea burial, waiting only upon his daughter to be placed in a ceremonially outfitted longboat, his pyre the only thing the vessel carried but him. It was hard to think of the Lord Malchior being dead. His fingers clenched around the missive for a moment before he turned himself, letting one of the door boys close the massive doors, after all that was their purpose.<br><br>His footsteps were light as he moved through the marble beauty of the palace, deeper, winding inward, searching for now the Lady ruler of v'Teyrin; what a heavy heart he carried to tell her this.
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