• kingdom of panara [medieval] [closed]

[Karma.]

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The sight of his gorgeous wife entering the hall made the king sit bolt upright. It wasn't something he even felt himself do, but it was more out of habit (and respect) for the woman he had married. A wide grin spread across his face as he adjusted his clothes a little listening to the sound of her footsteps across the stone floor. Satisfying as it was, Cyr would still have preferred to be laying in with his wife than being up and around the castle. Still, duty called. White teeth glinting off the natural light that streamed in through the windows, Cyr gave Elyana's hand a squeeze to let her know that he was thankful for her being there. Their eyes met for a moment, and he held her beautiful gaze, before turning his head to look across the almost empty hall.

As he listened to her voice, it made him smile even more. Always so delicate, and yet so motherly of him, asking if he was alright and such. "I certainly did," He replied, his voice steady and cool. The next sentence was smoother, and more under his breath than the previous. "Even better with you by my side." Cockily, he tipped his head to one side and moved away from her ear, the whisper lingering in the air between them. Cyr was, by nature, a flirt. A good man, yes, but a flirt. He was susceptible to lust, just as any red-blooded man who walked the earth. The moment was broken, however, when his voice turned irritated and he said louder, "Where is everybody? And where is that Petyr!?" Grunting, he folded his arms in a rather un-kingly style, cocking his eyebrows in the direction of the door. Two guards stood nearby, standing to attention as their king addressed them, "Ride out into town. Tell all the common folk that they are invited to watch the tournament; if you see the knights, let them know I want to see them both. And somebody find me that boy!" Though perhaps not the king he was supposed to be, he was in fact king, and his orders were the bottom line to everything that happened in Panara.

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[Keriae]

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→xxlocation : main hall // age : twenty three // tagged : cyr

xxxxxCyr's hand was soft under her own, completely unlike the rough, calloused hands of the knights and guards. Not that Elyana had held their hands, other than the rare times she had had to be escorted from somewhere very quickly and touching her person had been a must for her safety. There was a comfort in how warm it was, though she was brought away from that as her husband spoke. Sometimes, Elyana really missed the past, when their shared rooms and each other had been all that they needed. Not that their relations had born fruit, as for years she had gone on with her life and her marriage - and now her queenship - without giving her husband a single heir, or even daughters to speak off. If they was one thing that Elyana wished for, it was to become pregnant. The childbirth might be difficult and dangerous, but their kingdom needed an heir other than Petyr. A heir born of their legal marriage would cement their places on the throne and give the common folk something to back; after all, a line that apparently had reached it end did not have as much support as a line that looked to be continuing.

Still, the king's words had the power to make her blush just a little, though the ducking of her head and the way she made herself look away were nothing more than acting. Something she had perfected over the years - how to be a dutiful wife, whom met the ideals of the day and was not outspoken. At least, that was how she acted around her husband, making sure he thought that he ran the show while she rushed around behind the scenes and made sure everything was going smoothly. "Cyr," she warned, looking up after he'd shouted to the guards, "you mustn't be so forwards when we are in public. Anyone could hear you and claim you are a famous libertine." He really was a flirt, too, and as long as he looked at the ladies of court from afar and didn't touch, she did not mind as much. Words were just words, except for when they turned into action. "And please, my love, do not shout at the guards. They are doing their best. Dear Petyr is likely still in bed; you know how he is." Besides, shouting was her job, not her husband's. It was very easy for Elyana to loose her patience.

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── location; main hall | age; twenty seven | tags; cyr and elyana

xxxxxthe knight had gone into town this early morning to grab a few supplies of his own. though he made no list, milo was quite known for his memorization skills and photographic memory. it didn't take much for him to remember something especially when he needed to. he rode on his solid black steed, a young stallion by the name of kronos. the temperamental horse got on his nerves at times but he was overall a good horse to have. the knight dismounted as and then tied the reins to a post so the horse wouldn't wander before he went to the blacksmith. not only did he need to get shoes for his horse, he also needed to retrieve his repaired sword. it was best not to ask what had happened for the blade to nearly break, mainly because the knight would not tell you.

as he spoke with the blacksmith, the steady sound of hooves notified him of the approach of horses. the knight turned to see one of the guards that usually stayed in the castle heading his way. conversation forgotten with the blacksmith, the peasant had gone back to work as he gave his full attention to the approaching guard. brief words were exchanged and milo's guess on what the guard was doing here was correct. the knight was wanted by the king, though milo would not just drop everything and ride off, there was no urgency really and the most he could do was apologize later on if he was that late, though he doubted he would be.

he turned his attention back to the blacksmith who had come back with his newly repaired sword and had already shoed his horse. the knight paid him and thanked him before he placed the sword in its' sheath attached to his hip. walking back to the onyx sted, he mounted the horse and rode back towards the castle. it was about a ten minute ride at full speed, though it would take milo around fifteen to twenty because he wasn't going to give the unpredictable horse his head. before long the castle grounds came into view and milo handed off his horse to the stable hand before he headed inside.

he was told that the king and queen were located in the main hall so that was where he headed. give or take two or three minutes, he was at the closed double doors. he nodded to the two guards after he removed his helmet and held it at his side as he entered. he immediately spotted the two and it seemed they were conversing with one another and he made sure not to seem as if he were eavesdropping. "you wanted to see me, your majesty?" he said as he bowed briefly and addressed the king. he paid the queen little attention as he addressed the king, though milo meant no disrespect by it.

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✹ lady janythra tholus ✹
22 years ⋗ hopeful ⋗ walking ⋗ rooms; main hall⋗ tagged; -

as usual, janythra had woken with the sun. her personal servant and her groom were the only servants that she kept, and the latter was down in the stable yard, no doubt getting her horse ready for the day. the personal servant had helped her dress early in the morning, in a gown of a pale green, with cream piping and lace on the ends of the sleeves. she loved the color, and ran her fingers over the embroidered flowers around the edges of the front split skirt as she sat in her rooms, just outside her bedroom, reading. it was another book from her father, a gift from the now travelling counselor of the previous king. she was reading about the rule of a foreign dictator, hoping that she could glean some piece of information from it. she had neglected to bring it to breakfast, knowing that reading in front of the king and queen was not to be done. her and elyana had spoken of the tournament with excitement.

"lali, when is it that the tournament begins?" she inquired, prompting her personal servant to enter the room and give her the reply. janythra stood and and stretched, placing a piece of paper between the pages where she had finished, setting the fluffy long haired black kitten that had been sitting beside her taking off across the room. she walked into her bedroom, leaving the book on her bedside table, then walked back out. "i'm going to go and see if i can't find the queen," she said to lali, mostly so that the servant would know where to find her if need be. the adviser found her feet leading her to the main hall, thinking that perhaps the king was awake and getting into the business of the day. she paused at the doors, greeting the guards, and inquiring if the king and queen were in the hall.

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C A R M E N
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age: nineteen
mood: content
romance: none atm
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Carmen had never really been one for waking up late, or sleeping in to her, as her father did. She rose early, sometimes earlier than other times, sometimes she has just enough time to get some breakfast made before her father would wake up and get the bakery open. He said that he had inherited the bakery from his father and Carmen didn't doubt it, mostly because her father didn't usually lie and when he did he was terrible at it and you could easily tell. The young commoner thought these useless thoughts as she perched atop the roof of her and her father's bakery and house. Yes, it was bigger than most other stores because the back was thier house and the front thier bakery. They had a large wheat farm and a horse, most would call it wealthy, to commoner standards that is. But the royals had it better, everyone knew, and envied, that. Well, except Carmen, she was content with how she lived and she also belived that being envious about someone else wouldn't need help anything.

Carmen was watching the sun rise over the distant hills as she usally did when she woke this early. It was stunning to watch the sun shine it's warm rays down on the kingdom. But now, it was over and the lovely orange rays that once illuminated the sky had faded into the sky. Carmen walked across the roof towards the chimney, which had thick vines of ivy growing up the stone. She lowered herself down and climbed down carefully, yet confidently. She had been climbing around in trees and houses and pretty much anything that could be climbed since she was young. She had discovered that the roof was a perfect place to sit and think when her mother had passed away all those years ago. Twelve to be exact, and she had been living with her father ever since. As she ha stared at those distant hills that day she thought go running away to live there, but it had been a foolish idea, even her broken self had known that it wouldn't turn out well. Plus, although she wouldn't admit it, Carmen was scared that her father would loose himself if she had left, so didn't, she stayed and began helping her father with the bakery. The first few years had been shaky and she still had scars on her arms from the small burns she had got. But over time it had gotten easier and actually quite enjoyable.

Carmen jumped down into the ground as walked around towards the front of the building, the entrance to the bakery. Though she paused and leaned back against the wall to watch the streets for a few more minutes, secretly hoping that someone would walk by so she could talk with them. She doubted her father would be awake yet anyways, he was always sleeping in late.

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( role: prince )xx( gender: male )xx( location: castle )xx( tags: cyr, elyana, jude (mentioned) )

Waking up, that was the easy part. Getting out of bed, now, was a whole different story. A whole other battle. Yet another thing he had to complain and whine over. Truth be told, Petyr had been awake for hours now. (Despite his dislike towards the idea of waking early, he couldn't find it in him to be able to fall back asleep.) The prince just opted with lying there, hoping that it was still early and guards and knights wouldn’t come bursting in his room, informing him with orders from his brother. He could only pray for that possibility, however. Hardly ever did he get his wish. Cyr expected him to be up, bright and early. To help him take care of business, or something stupid like that. Court responsibilities. What the hell ever. Petyr gave a soft laugh to himself and turned over, tucking the duvet around him a bit more. Screw orders, screw expectations. Sleep was important, and it was already riddled and troubled enough, anyways. Couldn’t he catch a break?

Yet, there was a loud bang against the heavy wood door that led to his chambers. He cursed, loudly. ”Your Grace, sir?” A muffled voice called from the other side of the wood. ”His Royal Highness would like you to be awake and present.”

”Of course,” he muttered, forcing himself to his feet. Expectations -- He had to abide by those and follow them, whether he liked it or not. Unfortunately for him, he despised these things. Thus, making his job as heir to the throne a lot harder.

Cyr has been unable to grant the queen with a child, let alone an heir. Therefore, the prince - the King’s brother - has been put to the task of learning how to be a ‘successful ruler’ in the absence of the King or Queen. Elyana didn’t like him, and Petyr had to admit that the feeling there was mutual. How Cyr put up with ruling alongside the woman, he had not a clue. She was cold-hearted and ambitious, in the Prince’s eyes. Absolutely the worst person to place alongside her brother. Now, Elyana’s sister, however, that was a whole other story. A whole other person. She was sweet, and understood things a little better than the Queen. Ketziah was smart, and didn’t let things slip past her. The Princess would make a wonderful Queen in her sister’s place.

Petyr smiled, but this was fleeting as he threw on a shirt and pants, not worrying at all about presentation at the moment. The Prince walked over to the door, opening it and glaring at the guard that stood there. He met Petyr’s light brown eyes, and seemed to hold an expression akin to fear, or something of the like. The guard quickly ran off, excusing himself and apologising profusely. Lecuyer smirked, drawing back and shutting the door, barring it shut so he could dress properly. Petyr put on his riding clothes, the ones he usually wore when hunting or visiting the outside city. The predominant colours were gold, black, and crimson. His favourite colour scheme.

The Prince cast a long glance to the mirror that hung on the wall adjacent to where he stood, and he grinned slowly before fixing his jacket, tucking a pair of gloves into the pockets of the coat. He sat down on the bench at the end of his bed, putting on a pair of black boots. If his brother wanted him up, Petyr sure as hell was going to be up, but not to serve in court or whatever the hell else the King had in mind for him. Lecuyer would be awake on his own terms, and do his own thing. That would be meeting with Jude, and going hunting with the other man. He had promised to meet him the day before, but he had never granted the common man a time that he would be present. Petyr would just show up, every time. Jude never seemed to mind this, so all was fine in terms of their friendship.

Petyr left his room, fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt as he walked. He moved down the stone steps quickly, lingering a bit every time he passed a mirror to make sure his hair looked fine, before continuing down. He eventually made it to the main hall[. more typically referred to as the Great Room. The King and his wife stood there, speaking to each other and the knights that were around them. Petyr gave his brother a grim smile.

”Brother,” he greeted, casting his gaze then to Elyana. ”Elyana.”

[Lil Miss Voodoo]

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Bran McLauren
Twenty-Three
Male
Alone

Bran woke shortly after the sun rose, looking out the window as he brushed away the servants. The sun seemed far to bright for his current mood. Granted many do not like him. He frankly didn't like himself. He quickly got dressed for the day and readied himself as he remembered that the Tournament, he always enjoyed those. Maybe today wouldn't be bad. He smirked a bit then slipped out his room hearing his king's shouts for the Prince, Petyr. He smirked a bit, not feeling bad. The prince often caused trouble or stress. He stepped into the throne room and tilted his head in respect to both king and queen."Good morning my king and queen." He said slowly and softly before stepping off not to far from the king's side.

[Karma.]

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As king, when you summon for those you need, people find them for you.. and quickly. Getting to his feet, the man raised his head in a confident manner as those he needed to speak to had entered. Broad, muscular shoulders pulsated as he raised his hands to the guard, signifying for him to close the door once more. He had jobs for each of them, and was more than prepared to tell them exactly what he needed done. There was no time for slacking today -- raising an eyebrow at Petyr's late entrance, the king sat down once more, this time more regally as he was in the presence of loyal subjects. Stroking his stubble as if he were lost in thought, the man let his eyes flit around the room at each of the faces below him.

"I'm glad you could all join me," He spoke, his voice husky and yet commanding. "Today is an important day, as it signifies how strong Panara is. If we can show our unity to our people, we may be able to show it to those who doubt us -- namely the other kingdoms in Panchaea." Glancing to his wife, whom he wondered if he were boring with all the statistics that she must hate to listen in on, he dished out orders. "Firstly, Sir Milo," he paused, directly addressing the man. "Will you be taking part in the tournament later today?" He asked, searching the man's face for any signs of a yes or a no. "I need you to run some errands this morning anyway, the first being to find Duraal and ask her if she'll be taking part. Then, you'll need to find the princess for me. Tell her that both myself and Elyana request her presence at the tournament later. If you finish all that before midday, feel free to practice your skills with Duraal." Giving a firm nod to signal that he was finished, Cyr moved on to Bran. "Bran, I want you to accompany the queen and Janythra if you manage to find her down to the grounds where the tournament is being set up. I believe that their presence there will not only encourage people to come, but I trust Elyana to watch add a woman's touch to the dullness of jousting and combat." Sending a smile Elyana's way, Cyr moved to his final order -- for his brother. "Petyr, we must really work on your timing skills," he muttered, running a hand through a fuzz of black hair. "You shall be riding out with me to visit the common folk. We must spread the word about the tournament happening this evening, and get as many to come and enjoy the festivities as possible! With two royals out, they'll never be able to refuse."

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( role: prince )xx( gender: male )xx( location: castle )xx( tags: cyr, elyana (mentioned), jude (mentioned) )

As soon as Cyricus started to speak, everyone in the Great Hall shut right up. That was the allure of royalty: Everyone listened to what you had to say, and they made sure your desires were met. Petyr would be a blasted liar if he said that he didn’t like this treatment. It was a common man’s dream, and Petyr simply had to be born to get to where he stood. The entire Lecuyer line were kings, princes, queens, and princesses. Nothing less, ever. Petyr feigned interest in what his brother had to say, shifting his weight to his left leg and crossing his arms over his chest as the king went from each of the men and women in the room, giving them orders. Finally, his brother spoke his name. The Prince met Cyr’s eyes, pulling a scowl when his brother complained over how he was late. However, he didn’t speak his retort just yet. He would let the king finish speaking. See, Petyr was young. He was free from the responsibilities that bound Cyr and Elyana. Why didn’t his brother let him live while he had the chance?

”Oh my gods.” His mouth opened, and his eyebrows pushed down. Ride out to the city with his brother? Right, festival. That was today, wasn’t it? The Prince rolled his light brown eyes, casting his gaze away from Cyricus. ”I don’t look to trouble you, brother, but I did have plans today.” His smile was grim - forced. But, his brother was right. How could the people of Panara resist when there were two men, both of royal blood, coming out to invite them to a grand festival. The appeal was irresistable. (Besides, after they ride out, he could go find Jude and invite him to make up for lost time in hunting.) ”But I suppose I can cancel those,” he told him with a wave of his hand before returning his eyes to his brother’s: ”Only if you’ll permit me to have a little freedom afterwards.”

People claimed that Petyr asked too many favours from his brother, but he begged to differ. He simply asked for a longer leash. He understood that he had ‘responsibilities’ in court. Expectations and laws bound him to the palace like he was naught but a wolf. That thought made him scoff. The thing he was looking forward to, you see, was not going to the city to invite how many ever people that they could. It was that moment after, when Cyr was ready to head back to the castle. Then, Petyr would turn his horse and find Jude on his farm, invite him personally, and tell the man that they could probably catch some time that night. He really did hate to let his friends down.

Arguing with Cyr was something Petyr long learned to avoid doing. When you’re king, everyone takes your side. The young prince had yet to sit upon the throne, but hopefully that wouldn’t happen for a while. Long live the King and gods bless the Queen. Right? But as with any heir with even a shred of ambition, he couldn’t wait to be ruler of Panara. (His brother really was slacking, and Queen Elyana seemed to notice that just as much as Petyr had.) She’s picked up on what King Cyr seemed to forget, and take control and command of the land. That fact alone made Petyr more angry than ever before. (As if the Queen had more power than his brother. The wench had another think coming if she thought she was getting away with whatever she was trying to slide past them.)

”If it pleases you, I’ll go.” Petyr reiterated.

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→xxlocation : main hall // age : twenty three // tagged : cyr, milo, petyr, bran

xxxxxEventually, everyone started to file into the room. Sir Milo was first, having been fetched by the guards; Petyr came afterwards, dressed in an outfit more suited to hunting than courtly life; Bran was last, nodding his head to them. Elyana watched the three men carefully. Sir Milo she liked - he always did his best, was a good knight and he was always around them, unless given another task to do. Bran was another man she liked, and she was sure that if anything should happen to her husband, he would step up and rule in his place. Petyr was not suited to that role, obviously. He seemingly had no interest in life at court, mingling with the commoners and disappearing from the castle all the time. He was juvenile and arrogant, and he certainly wasn't interested in running the kingdom. If he was, he would have attended the meetings and shown that he wanted to a good ruler. Her brother-in-law was another reason she must have a healthy son; to stop him from ruling. Panara was not her native kingdom (over the years her accent had been lost, though it sometimes still showed itself) but it was her home and she would keep her people safe. Petyr was not going to be a safe and just ruler. A son she could mould and tutor was what Panara needed. Never Petyr.

xxxxxThankfully, her distrust and disliking for him did not show on her face, otherwise she was sure he would have said something about it. It was clear to everyone that they were not fond of each other, even though they were family. He was, however, fond of her sister. Ketsiah was young and beautiful, though Elyana was not sure if she would be a good queen. And she didn't really like the idea of her little sister marrying Petyr, but he was obviously more fond of the princess than he was of her. If it came to it, Elyana would propose the match to Cyr and have them married, but she would rather it did not happen. Petyr was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

xxxxxWhile Cyr talked, Elyana let her gaze drift over the trio. It would be good for them all to be busy. And Bran, while having strong ideas, was a good companion and deputy. With him and Janythra helping her, the queen was sure she could have the tournament looking magnificent. As her husband said, such a masculine activity could do with a woman's touch to make it pleasing to the eye. The smile he sent her way was returned and she reached out to squeeze his hand. While she often took over and ordered things to be done, it was nice to see him in the role he should be doing. Maybe, if she wasn't so stressed, she would find herself with child. Before she could think about what might need doing or about finding Janythra, Petyr apparently did not want to play ball. He didn't like the idea of riding through the town from the look on his face, and he informed them that he had made plans. He had known when this tournament was, so he had no excuse. The young man was quick to set things straight. He wanted to be allowed to have his own plans. Did he not understand his duties? God be good, he was not going to be a good king. Heedless of whether or not he'd answer her back - of course he would - Elyana raised one eyebrow. "You have no choice on going," she told him, "and I doubt you will have time for your own plans. As prince, you must be present at the tournament. I am surprised that you are not taking part; you normally love every chance to show off." Perhaps she should have minded her words, but he always made her angry.