• kingdom of panara [medieval] [closed]

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xxxxxThe sun was steadily getting higher in the sky. Elyana had been up since dawn - her ladies and maids had woken her up not long after the sun's rays started to lighten the sky, and set about giving her a scrub that almost turned her skin red raw, and then standing around while she picked out the perfect dress for the day's events. In the end, she chose a dress of pale blue and white samite, with a gorgeous frill that went around the back of her head and framed her face. Her hair took longer to be decided upon, but eventually it was up in a simple do and out of her face. A diamond pendant was fastened around her neck, with the matching earring set in her ears. They had been a gift on her wedding day from her husband and she still enjoyed wearing them - they went with any outfit, after all.

Now that she was ready, Elyana dined alone on a breakfast of crackers, strong cheese and a watered down cup of red wine before sweeping her skirts around her and heading out of her rooms and down into the grounds. The tournament would start soon and she had to be there before it did; both she and her husband would have to open the event (him more than her, according to the standards of the day). With luck, it would be successful and enjoyable.

sorry this is bad and short i though i'd kick us off and this was done during a lecture

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Rosalie was up with the birds, as usual, ecstatic about the events that the day would bring. She splashed some water onto her face to wake herself up, and then quickly dressed, picking out one of her prettiest dresses- there were not many to choose from, but she had several that had been gifts or hand-me-downs that she had tailored to fit her figure, and she seemed to be able to turn plain garments into something more aesthetically pleasing, with a ribbon here, beading there. The dress she selected was plain and simple, yet somehow hung from her body in the most elegant of ways, complimenting her as best it could. She had a single item of jewellery picked out for the day, a very fine chord with a pendant shaped somewhat like a rose hanging from it, whittled carefully from wood. Satisfied with her apparel, Rosalie turned her attention to her hair, braiding one small section of it before leaving the rest of her dark locks to tumble down her back and chest; if they proved to be too irritating during the day, she could always pin them up.

Before she could relax, she had work to do; before the birds had finished their song, she was perched on a chair outside, stitching a hole in a cloak with such a delicate hand, her movements careful and precise, the tip of her pink tongue poking out from the corner of her lips in concentration.

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As usual, Cyr had woken up late. Some of his servants had attempted to raise him from his slumber, only to find themselves shouted at by the voice of a lion, thrown out with such force that one could be deafened by it. But his bed was so comfy. Weary eyed, he attempted to clear his vision by rubbing his masculine hands across them. For a minute, he sat in the blissful ignorance, as though he were a boy again. Then, the steady realisation flooded back over him and he slumped back into his pillow, remembering that he had duties to perform and a king could not lay in bed all day. Even if it was comfy. Throwing the covers back, the muscular man got out and stretched, bones clicking satisfyingly as he moved. One of the servants had kindly left his clothes on a nearby chair, his everyday (and unfortunately, not so extravagant) crown sat dutifully on top of them, the three small gems that studded it gleaming like an animal's eyes. Dressing quickly, King Cyr knew there was no time for him to waste now that he was running late.

Throwing his oak doors open wide, he gave a polite nod to two royal guards who stood by his door, dressed in uniform. He felt a little sorry for them -- day in and day out they stood there, watching over his room to make sure nobody stole anything from him. Still, that was what he paid them to do. He gave a shrug, and raced down the stone steps in haste. Running his fingers through a mop of unruly black hair, Cyr found himself at the end of the corridor. The doors to the main hall were before him, and he took a breath before heading in. There weren't many people inside. Most of the servants were outside, getting ready for the tournament that was happening later. Food, drink, and entertainment had to be prepared, and it had to be the best in the land. Cyr trusted his royal advisor had it all sorted, though nevertheless, made a mental note to double check later. In front of him sat two golden thrones, though both were empty, and Cyr had a fleeting thought of where his wife might be. No doubt checking that everyone is doing their jobs, he thought to himself. A grumble from his stomach indicated that he was hungry, and he turned to move out of the room, only to remember that people would be arriving soon and he would have to greet them. With a groan, he spun back around and moped back over to his throne, where he heaved a sigh and slumped into the comfy cushion.

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→xxlocation : here // age : twenty three // tagged : cyr

xxxxxElyana soon decided that, actually, it was a little early to head to the grounds. She still had an hour or so before the tournament was due to start, and she should probably go and make sure that her husband had managed to get himself something to eat. Cyr often liked to sleep in; it had been nice when they were newly married, as they had been able to share some rooms and stay in bed for most of the morning before they had to get up, but now they had a kingdom to rule and while she had become used to the early morning, her husband had not. He often missed the regular communal breakfast with the court and ate later. She might have already eaten, but she might still be able to nibble on a piece of soft white bread while she sat next to her king.

xxxxxTurning around in the corridor, the queen pressed her finger tips to her crown (simple, even more so than Cyr's) to make sure it was set perfectly upon her head, and headed back the way she had come, to find that the main hall was more empty than it was full, but Cyr had beaten her there, for once, and was seated in his throne, looking for all the world like he didn't want to be there. In fact, he was slumped in the chair, and didn't look as kingly as he should, even in his fine garb and with his crown on his head. Gliding over, Elyana seated herself down elegantly in the seat next to him and reached out to take his hand delicately in her own. "Good morning, Sire," She greeted him, keeping her voice gentle, like the queen she should be - not the one who ended up sorting out the kingdom while he husband stayed in bed, "I trust you had a pleasant night?"