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he girl stood from the dew-soaked balcony, gazing at the pearly castle beyond the shambles of the village in the morning light. It had been nearly an hour since Killian's arrest. Aoife was restless and irritated with her vulnerability. She hadn't attended Killian's wild night out, and this was the consequence of not keeping an eye on him. Lord only knows what he did to get him arrested by the King's forty best men. She knew in her heart that it was bad, though.

wingswashereShe hadn't slept much the during the fading night, drawn to relive the events of her life in her mind's eye. Being back in Asteria, being stuck on dry land even, did that to her. The sea was her home, regardless of her short stay there. She forgot the baggage and history she had left in Asteria when she was being lulled by roaring waves. On those waves, she found what she had been searching for when she left Asteria: peace.

wingswashereAoife, better known as the Queen of Thieves, walked into the small apartment almost silently, her mind already absorbing the past need to be quiet, to go unnoticed. Her nerves were on edge being back in this place. Her place, though she left it a year ago. Well, half her place. By the looks of it, Vincent still lived here during the day. The nightly occupation he had held when she left was apparently still his. The Assassin of Asteria, her best friend. Aoife barely touched the hilt of a knife stuck in a table. His reputation had grown quite a bit since their last meeting. But then again, hadn't hers? The Queen of Thieves teamed with the Captain of the Siren's Wrath; that news had gone around quickly.

wingswashere The girl sat heavily at the small round table in the center of the room. Her head turned to one side as she noticed the worn deck of cards. Her cards. A memory flashed. Those cards were one of her first good steals, taken right from the pocket of a highly esteemed knight in the King's court. She flipped through them, shuffled them, and began playing a game Vincent had taught her years ago. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard a board just outside the door barely creak. She returned her focus to the cards. The smallest of smiles brushed past her lips as she felt bitter steel against her throat. And then she heard his voice.

wingswashereTears sprung to her eyes as she laid her eyes on the tall, dark figure of the man. Suddenly, a year felt like a millennium without him by her side. Her eyes begged forgiveness as they met the blue eyes that whispered of silver. Begged for forgiveness and spoke of her foolishness for leaving in the first place. She opened her mouth to say something to her friend, to her brother, but no words came for a long while as she fought to find them. She knew what he wanted. He didn't want to hear apologizes. He wanted the truth. "I need your help, Vincent," she said quietly, "I'm going to break into the castle. I need you."

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[ male ] [ the guard ] [ tagged: vivian, brenna (not speaking to, but outside the door) ]

Tiredness dragged at the back of his mind and exhaustion pulled a thick, wide-mouthed yawn from the hindmost cavity of his mouth. Normally, Fabian was not this tired. Normally, he had the stoic, solid posture of the soldier he was. Military training had drilled such a bearing into the curve of his spine and the softness of his muscles. Normally, he could go two, maybe even three days with the alertness of a hunting hound when he had not had even the slightest lick of sleep in the palace barracks. But for some reason, a reason that the guard could not fathom, he was fatigued beyond anything he had ever been. Last night he had not done anything different: he had been on duty all night as he was every other day, standing outside Princess Vivian's rooms as normal with his hands clasped behind his back, watching the corridor for any signs of movement. Occasionally a patrol of the soldiers stationed at the palace had walked past, chatting amongst themselves as if they we a group of gossiping women. Fabian's lips had curled in disgust but he had said nothing.

When the Queen had arrived she had sent him away with a flick of the wrist, the twitch of a finger, and he had obeyed. It was the royal family who had taken him in from the Army and given him a home. He was forever grateful for that, and he would always, always listen to their orders. As such, most of the time he was told to guard the Princess: that was what he was paid for, after all. However, sometimes he would be guarding the King himself. The night before he had done that. But Last night Lech had quickly stopped him, assured him that he could go and rest - God know's he needed it - and the other man had promised to come and get him later, when he could resume his duties. Lech was a man to be trusted so Fabian had left the corridor and gone to the kitchens. It would take too long to walk back to the barracks when he may be needed.

In the warmth of the kitchen, with the smell of fresh bread and cooking meat, Fabian had drifted off at the table, back against the wall and hat over his eyes. Luckily, Lech had not needed him, but the sleep had not refreshed his body nor his mind. With his belly half full of porridge - the cook had forced him to eat (you're skin and bones, young man!) - Fabian left the kitchen. He had to get back to his duties now, Lech or no Lech. It didn't take long to stride through the castle corridors, weaving through nobles and servants alike as he attempted to navigate the shortest route. As he walked, he heard the latest news.

The King was dead.

Fabian did not worry for himself - for now, Queen Rosetta was still Queen, and she would not send him into the streets. Neither would Vivian. If Ferragance came to the throne (which he doubted) things may be slightly different - rather, he worried for the Princess. She would be grieving, for she had been close to her father. Shaken to the core by the court gossip, the guard halted as he reached the door to the Princess' chambers. It would not be proper for him to enter, not while Vivian could be dressing.

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role: the princess
crush: killian, vincent
friends: brenna, fabian
enemies: aoife, killian

mood: sorrow
location: chambers
tagged: brenna, fabian
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After a while, Vivian went back to her chambers to get some thoughts in order. She couldn't help the feeling of sadness overcome her. Her only parent left was now gone. Vanished in one night. Since yesterday, Vivian had been feeling uncomfortable. Now she knew the reason why. Trying to clear her mind from the emotional pain that was coursing through her body, she tried to think of possible ways to how her father could have been murdered. There were many possibility as to see people trying to overthrow the king, but the big one was the pirate, the assassin, and maybe her own brother. But what if it was the Queen? The thought made her seethe in rage but she knew that Vivian couldn't just accuse her own step-mother without any proof. Something had gone wrong last night and Vivian had enough enthusiasm to find what and who committed the murder.

When Vivian was pacing around in her room, Brenna entered and went into a formal curtsey after murmuring her name, which was not really needed. The princess told Brenna to get up and then gave the grieving news. After her mother left the room, Vivian finally muttered, "I miss him already." She knew that she could tell anything to Brenna and she loved that about the maid. Vivian was glad that someone always had her back. Thinking about it, she remembered Fabian and thought if he was in the palace tonight. Usually he did have a duty to protect Vivian but he was also a good friend of the princess. Quickly, Vivian called for another maid only to find out that he was standing outside the door. Vivian smiled at Fabian and welcomed him inside her bedroom chambers. She needed favor from the two and also knew that the maid and the guard could do it. That was when she started to explain the plan she had in mind. "Can you two please investigate for me to whom could be a candidate for the murder of my father? It's really important for me to know and I am completely sure that you guys, working together, can do it." The duo was fearful if they worked together and Vivian was aware of it. She just wanted them to find out the culprit to this mess. Whoever had committed the atrocious act would be dead soon enough. Even if it was someone close to her. The thought made her angrier than before and she tried to calm her thoughts down. Stay calm, she told herself over and over again. Vivian was the kind of girl who acted on her anger and usually it ended up breaking things in her chambers. Last time was her vase that broke, which cost the most in the entire chambers. She didn't need anything to break this time.

[Helmuth]

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Farrogance hadn’t known such drunkenness since he had been thirteen and, being prince, had all but doused himself into a half gallon bucket of beer while the servants had stood by, watching nervously. He teetered up the steps of the dim-lit staircase, nodding a flippantly in approval at passing maids and guards. Who he really wanted to see was Brenna. Ever since he had seen her in the rose garden on one of his rides, he had ever so slowly grown fond of her-- but it wasn’t an true connection. Rather, a cold kiss on the cheek and a haughty smirk. But that had never happened before, and neither did her attraction to him. She was a strange creature, but one with dignity. But Farrah, the ambassador, was equally perfect and there was still a time where he struggled over his feelings in general.
He ran a tired hand through the ruffles of his hair, fumbling in a blurry matter for the strange texture to his curls. Oh. Yes. Darrison had dyed it a crisp blue, claiming that in the morning there would be no hang over. He wasn’t sure if he believed it, but at the moment he was too listless to decide. Darrison was a fool, but his best fool. Farrogance stumbled to his room, shoving past a short fat lady who startled at the sight. He raised an irritated eyebrow. “What is it, love? Care to point out that my hair is blue? I already know.” He jerked the door open and, dragging himself to the grand bed with heavy wine-red blankets made of dense fabrics; gold thread weaved in and out, topped off with a sheer tapestry over head that spread out and fell across the floor. He threw off his shirt and waded slowly into the cold, soft bed. It was only after his head had hit the pillow and his eyes fluttered shut, giving a sigh of relief, that the door opened and light tore through the room. He squinted, throwing up a hand to block the stabbing radiance. “What is it, Percilla!?” He snarled. The hunched lady nervously wiped her hand. He glared. This stupid servant was no better than a stubborn mule. She was really pushing it, and even in this moment he had the perverted yearning to grab his sword and chuck it at her. He narrowed his green eyes. “Somebody better be dead, old hag, or I’ll personally put your plump chicken neck in a noose myself.”


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Farrogance now regretted his words. And this was a very rare occasion, for him to regret anything he had done or said. But now, looking gravely down at his father’s cold body, he felt sort of guilty. But even so, he silently threatened Percilla, who was standing at the door way and wringing her hands, frightened -- by miming somebody being hung by the neck. The woman gulped.
“Mama,” He said, turning to his step-mother. Even if she wasn’t the same woman as his birth mother, she was close enough. It wasn’t that he loved her, or even hated her: family affairs and titles like this just didn’t matter to him. For example? He enjoyed calling his dreadful, stuck up sister a boy rather than a woman. He sighed dramatically, holding his hands behind his back. “I am sorry about Father. I had no idea.” He blinked several times, as if clearing his eyes of tears-- they were as dry as a bone. “But as you can see, I’m still a very important figurehead in the kingdom and I have things to do.” He smiled dimly and turned on his heel. “I’ll see you at the funeral!”
After exiting, he immediately thundered to Miss Snooty’s room and pushed past the door, not caring to knock. He raised an eyebrow at Brenna, slightly surprised to see her there. “Well, well, well. Look if it’s not Princess Pompous Breasts crying out her eyes for the first time. You now wish that you could have been nicer to me, because when whoever did this comes back to kill Mama, I will be made King.” He smiled cruelly. Then his sneer dropped and he glanced at the maid. He hesitated, all feeling of mischievousness wiped out by a sad feeling. “Hello, Brenna.” He nodded his head accordingly to the guard.

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role: the princess
crush: killian, vincent
friends: brenna, fabian
enemies: aoife, killian

mood: anger
location: chambers
tagged: brenna, fabian, farrogance
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Vivian was about to say something else when she heard loud thundering footsteps. It must have been her brother and just when she was about to lock the door, he busted through the door and invited himself in. Vivian glared at him and let out a low growl. "Farrogance, what are you doing here? And where the hell were you yesterday night?" Vivian made the last words sound like venom and to aim them at him. He was the pompous brat who couldn't even feel saddened with their father's death. Where had his emotions ran off to?

"And you know what? Whoever comes back will be dead. If not by you, then by me. Until I am alive, You won't be king. My God, I don't know how you'll even rule the kingdom with that childish attitude of yours. I am kind of surprised that you are so stupid." Vivian rolled her eyes at him and slightly nudged Brenna backwards when Farrogance greeted her with a sad smile. She had a feeling that her brother felt something romantic towards her friend and she was not liking it one bit. "You know Farrogance, it would be nice if you could stay out of my room. Maybe next time, you could learn something called knocking for goodness's sake. I'm pretty sure mother taught you that when you were three," she chuckled at her last comment and walked towards him. Vivian had a feeling that Farrogance was somehow included in this act and narrowed her eyes at her own brother. She was going to get to the bottom of this mystery and the first place to start would be learning where the pathetic prince was last night. Something was wrong with Farrogance and Vivian was very curious to know as to what exactly. She mischievously smiled at her brother before pushing him out of her chambers and into the empty hallway. After that, she locked the door with a click and waited for Farrogance to get away from her and her friends as soon as possible.

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The king was dead. Though Brenna had risen from her curtsy at Vivian’s word, she kept her head
bowed in both grief and respect for the late Mauntell as the princess relayed to her the news.
Perhaps it should have been harder for her to mourn the man who had ordered the execution of
her parents, but truthfully? She’d been nine and she barely remembered them, and though he may
have been responsible for their deaths, he had also been responsible for her new life as Vivian’s
personal maid— something for which she would be forever grateful. It was only at the other girl’s
muttered words — I miss him — that Brenna looked up, feeling her own throat close up in
sympathy. “I know, Vivian. I know exactly how you feel,” she said, and she really did, all too well.
“If you ever need to talk about it — about anything — remember that I will always be here for
you.”

As the princess sent for Fabian only to find that he was just outside the bedchamber, Brenna
quickly cleared her expression of its former weakness, straightening her posture and tucking a
strand of raven-dark hair behind one ear before turning to face the door. There was something in
her that had always sought the guard’s attention and approval, even though she knew he had
affections for Vivian, even though she knew that a simple maid could never dream to live up to the
shadow of a princess. The least she could do, then, was to appear calm and collected in front of him.
To hide her vulnerabilities and remain strong— for that, she subconsciously knew, was the only way
she would ever be able to impress him.

“Of course,” she said in response to Vivian’s request after nodding a greeting and offering a
slight smile toward Fabian. Brenna was eager to prove herself— not only for Vivian and Fabian but
for her own closure. Somebody had killed Mauntell, and she needed to know who had had the audacity
to commit such an atrocious act. “Do you know if—” she began to ask Fabian, but before she could
finish her inquiry, the door burst open and deposited none other than Prince Ferrogance, as per his
usual mode of entry.

Though she typically, albeit somewhat reluctantly, found amusement in his boisterous antics,
Brenna immediately bristled at his words to Vivian, and the only thing that held back her own
retort was the knowledge the princess could take care of herself. Besides, it simply wasn’t in
Brenna’s place to speak out against royalty; if Ferrogance reacted badly and told Queen Rosetta
of her defiance, there was no telling what she would lose.

Which was why she was surprised when he greeted her with an uncharacteristically sober expression.
“I— hello,” she said, too shocked to remember to curtsy. Wait. The prince knows my name? Though
Brenna prided herself on being a sensible and levelheaded young woman, there was no doubting the
reason behind her suddenly elevated heartrate or the butterflies that had just erupted in her stomach.

It took a moment, but she managed to instill some sense into her delight — he probably has less-than-
scrupulous reasons for seeking you out personally — and turn back to Fabian to resume what she had
been about to say to him before they’d been interrupted. “Do you know if the captain of the guard
has brought in any suspects yet?” she asked. “That would be a logical place to start, I think.”
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ooc ugh I'm sorry this post is kind of all over the place -.-
and @Helmuth I'm in agreement with undercover, I'm loving Ferrogance so far xD
Though I've noticed that your spelling of his name has been inconsistent with your form, which version
is correct?

[Keriae]

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[ male ] [ the guard ] [ tagged: vivian, brenna, farrogance ]

He had not been standing for very long - no more than a minute at the most - when Queen Rosetta left the room. Sweeping his hat from his head, Fabian bent at the waist into a low bow, cobalt eyes resting on the floor. He did not pry into her state but he had caught a glimpse of her red, bloodshot eyes. She was the Queen and she was above him in station. It would not be proper to ask her questions when she was so obviously distraught by the death of her husband. Besides, a woman needed to have some secrets of her own and as long as they did not hinder or threaten the Crown then Fabian was content to leave them be. Only once the woman had turned to corner in the corridor did the guard resume his upright position, placing the cavalier back onto the crown of messy curls atop his head.

But again he did not wait for long: the door opened after a few minutes and the Princess' head popped out. Her eyes widened as she saw him, as if she had not been expecting him to be standing outside of her doors at this early hour, before she offered a warm smile and almost pulled him into her bedchambers. He had been in here before, on numerous occasions, most often when he was off duty and Vivan had nothing to do. The majority of the time Brenna joined them: she was Vivian's maid and as such was just about always with the young heiress. Sometimes they played cards, or spoke about the over-the-top gossip of the court. There would be no such times for a while, if at all. In the wake of the King's death he would be expected to be at Vivian's side constantly, stuck to her side like glue, and the Princess herself would have much more on her plate to deal with.

He agreed to her proposal - like he wouldn't! - but before he could say anything Brenna began to speak. Yet she too was cut off by the dramatic arrival of none other than Vivian's brother, Prince Farrogance. The Guard had never really liked the Prince and his words caused his finger's to twitch and curl as they inched closer to the pummel of the rapier at his hip. Pulling at his composure, Fabian stilled his digits, for if he attacked the Prince there would be no way for Vivian to stop his death. Attacking the Prince would only result in him with a noose around his neck like a common criminal. If he was lucky, they'd spare him from the quartering. At best, the death would be quick from the fall.

When the Prince finally left after Vivian had dealt with him, Fabian's posture relaxed a little, as it had stiffened at the threatening words. Brenna now finished the sentence she had been trying to say before and he gave a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "I do not know anything for certain but on my way here I heard many rumours. Apparently a certain pirate captain had been captured from his ship without putting up a fight and arrested for the murder. Vivian?" He said the Princess' name carefully, turning to face her. The question he wanted answering was poured into that single word, those three syllables, and he only hoped she could answer. If not, the first thing he would do was go and see the Captain.

[Helmuth]

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Farrogance all but sneered. Vivian with her uppity air and mouse-like similarities; a twitching nose and raging curiosity to dare push his buttons. And not only annoying him by taunting him in front of servant girls and mixing up his food, giving him horrible digestion, but it was also as if she was always looking for Mama's approval by eating the cheese in a mouse trap. Well, Farrogance wasn't going to eat that cheese if it made him in any way similar her. You're dreadful," he hissed. Then, he made a swashing motion in the shape of a cross in her face. As if somehow trying to rid the demons of her. "And by all means, pull up your dress! Do you really think we want to see all of that cleavage?! Heavens no, Vivian the Tavern Dancer! Shall I call upon Mama and tell her of your... disgraceful means?" He clucked his tongue sadly and snapped his fingers for a servant. He smiled cruelly, the brown specks in his green eyes illuminated by the blue hair. Well, it hadn't always been blue. If he hadn't been so hung-over, he would have smelled the alcohol on his breath.

His eyes flickered back to Brenna's face and then Fabian's. His skin cooled to a sickly white, as if something had dawned in his soul. He turned hastily back to Vivian, glaring. "I hope you drown in a pond, my dearest sister." He snarled before the door shut on him. With that, he turned in his heels and tapped down the stair case. The dark coat swished around his heels and he narrowed his eyes at a frightened servant maid as he made his way outside of the kingdom.




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role: the princess
crush: killian, vincent
friends: brenna, fabian
enemies: aoife, killian


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location: chambers
tagged: brenna, fabian
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Vivian couldn't help but be enraged at her foolish brother who was only good at coming up with retorts. She felt like she could slap him on the face until she noticed Brenna and Fabian were also in the room. As soon as she heard his footsteps die down, she sighed a sigh of relief and then muttered, "Insipid idiot." Not only was her brother an absurd fool but also an alcoholic. Why had she not said something about his problem earlier? Maybe knowing that Brenna was in the room, he could have shut up. Vivian shook her head as to shake out the disgusting feeling of her brother's words and went back to discussing the topic at hand.

As Brenna and Fabian conversed with each other, Vivian smiled a bit. The pirate. Of course! How could she have forgotten such an important person? A possible candidate for the murder. Vivian quickly grabbed her coat off the hook in her bedroom chambers and said, "Let's go meet him right now. We should ask him some questions personally. We have no idea who can be an ally. Trust no one, do you understand?" Suddenly she had the aura of royalty all around her and she proudly smiled at that. She knew her father would have rewarded her for that. Tears welled up in her eyes once again at the thought of her parent and quickly wiped them without the two noticing. "We should hurry if we have to get to him before Farrogance. Who knows what my egotistical brother would do," she muttered and quickly hurried out of the room.

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he girl's eyes narrowed in hurt at him when he failed to smile when he usually would have. The whisper of his touch lingered even has she clenched her fists. Her gaze followed his movements carefully. She knew too well that he was furious at her, regardless of his perfect containment. She knew it hurt more that he wasn't showing his anger. She wished for him to yell at her, to give her the punishment and rejection she knew she deserved.

creedwashereAoife sat heavily on an old wooden stool near her, her face falling into her hands. How could she have possibly thought she would be able to face him again without falling apart as she feared? Her head rose, watching as Vincent unstrapped his weapons and tossed them to the cushion. He'd had a job last night. He always had a job; there's was always someone who wanted another dead enough to pay for it to be done. She wiped imaginary tears from her burning eyes, preparing herself to answer him.

creedwashere"I have too many mistakes to make up for in one lifetime," she said quietly, her voice showing the regret they both knew existed. "Just like you." She didn't speak for a long moment, her eyes and mind fixated on the flame of the candle. She refused to play into his provocation. Aoife stood and put her hands on the table, leaning over it. She felt her frustration at herself rise. "I need you to help me break into the castle and help a prisoner escape. If you don't want to do it, then just say so and I will leave, Vincent. But if it's an apology that you want, you can have it. I'm sorry everything went wrong. I'm sorry I left Asteria without telling you. I'm sorry I left you, alright? I've missed you every day since my departure, to an extent where I could hardly bear it. If you want me to leave now, I'll go. But I won't be coming back."