• kingdom of panara [medieval] [closed]

[astral.]

✩ A M A I A. ✩
___________________________ ( .Princess Of Panara. )___

{ Eighteen years | tags; Milo }

Amaia flicked her hair, and nearly purposely allowed the sleeve of her dress to show off her sleek shoulder. Her play flirting would certainly get her into trouble if anyone had found out. She knew he wasn't going to let up, even after she had tried so hard to divert his attention as far from informing the king and queen on her recent behavior as possible. She pouted when he had mentioned that this wasn't the first time she had tried her luck at getting away with murder, but she had never before gone as far as to nearly drape herself over him, as well as press her rather boastful female assets against his back as she teased. "And if I agree to your terms, does this mean we're going to be spending more time together?", she asked, still behind him, "I think that could be rather interesting", she half whispered into his ear as she stood on her tip toes. It was if her flirting knew no bounds and she did not feel one ounce of guilt. Her pretty face and big puppy dog eyes usually allowed for her to get away with quite a bit, not that many people noticed, because she only did what society would consider wrong when everyone was so distracted by the king and queen. She was a reckless youth and had very little concern for her safety. She watched as the knight got goosebumps all along his neck where she had just whispered in his ear. She could tell that he was attracted to her, and she was feeling fairly attracted to the man. She motioned away swiftly and silently, while Milo's back was turned away from her

[eleutheromania]

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── location; hall | age; twenty seven | tags; amaia

xxxxxwas she really pressing against his back? she really was trying to distract him wasn't she, and it was working in her favor. when it came to women, the knight was a lot softer and lenient than he would be with anyone else, she was no exception from this. at her words, his brows furrowed, what was she purposing by such a question. this was a bit off the charts when it came to how he normally dealt with the princess. hopefully petyr wouldn't be walking out of those doors anytime soon or he'd be receiving death glares from the prince. he was playing with fire and he knew he was bound to her burned. when she spoke against his ear, goosebumps formed along his neck, she really didn't play fair did she. he gave little time to allow her to torture him anymore than she was as he turned and caught her trying to make an escape. "and where do you think you're going you vixen?" he questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest, she had put some distance between them but she wouldn't be getting away that easily. "your sister and the king request your presence at the tournament later today, do not be late." it was either now or never to give her this information because boy was she distracting him. he had pretty much forgotten everything he needed to do within these last few moments as his eyes focused on her. "and to answer your question, i suppose we will, depending on if i'm around. that is unless you would rather seek me out instead of someone else?" he said with a smirk and a slight tilt of his head. she was already under his skin and his usual composed and focused attitude was completely gone as he watched her with intense chocolate colored eyes.

[prisms]

• colton monell •
male • 25 • tagged; open?

It had been a while after he had awoken and Colton still felt like he was asleep. It might've
been the uncomfortableness of being surrounded by many people. Maybe he was just sick
today. Either way, he really didn't feel like making it through the rest of the hour, let alone
the entire rest of the day. However, Colton really wanted to watch the tournament. He
heard a few of the guards saying King Cyricus invited the commoners to watch and totally
wanted to attend. Even though it did not matter if he was there or not, Colton tend to look
at the brighter side of things. Staying up for it didn't seem so bad anymore.

[astral.]

✩ A M A I A. ✩
___________________________ ( .Princess Of Panara. )___

{ Eighteen years | tags; Milo }

'Vixen? Did he just call me a - vixen?!', she thought to herself as she shot back around to face the knight, pouting in mild dismay. "Nowhere in particular", she said, cheekily in response to his question. She felt her nerves begin to bubble up in her tummy. "Tournament? What tournament?", she asked, looking a bit puzzled. Maybe that had been the big announcement she had missed? Not that she could have cared less, but she really wasn't one for the 'gore for fun' scene. Amaia sighed, knowing that it would be expected of her to be present during that time, and punctual too. She also would not be too surprised if her sister would try again to set her up with Petyr again, or if her hand was offered as the grand prize for the winner of the tournament. She really saw the tournament as a time where meaty men with few brains would go to show off for swooning maidens, kind of like peacocks. After thinking about all of that, all she really wanted was to avoid contact with people she knew until after tonight. Then it hit her, the idea to force Milo into being her personal guard. It wouldn't be too hard either, especially because she was so fond of the king. "Well, maybe I will", she smiled, noticing the intensity of his chocolate gaze. She could understand why women would be swooning over the man, he was gorgeous. Not only was he tall and strong, but he could quite literally be considered a 'knight in shining armor'. She curtsied to the knight and decided it was time for breakfast, so she began pushing the door open, but turned back to look at Milo one last time, "I didn't catch your name, sir?", she said, pressing her body against the slightly opened door. She hadn't noticed it, but the night before hadn't done much justice to the man's chiseled features. He seemed to glow in the morning rays and her heart couldn't help but beat a little faster in response.

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── location; hall | age; twenty seven | tags; amaia

xxxxxhe watched her turn around and then seem slightly confused over the fact of a tournament. she really was quite amusing and let her finish speaking before he answered her questions. "the King has hosted a tournament that will begin today. knights from other kingdoms will be there to compete and such, as will some of our own." he explained with a shake of his head before he bit into the apple she had given him. it seemed the conversation was pretty much coming to an end, not that he minded much. the knight watched her for another moment before he spoke again. "stay out of trouble princess, I don't have time to watch you every hour of the day today." he stated. when she questioned over his name, his own head cocked to the side, surely she should have known that much. a chuckle came from him for a moment before he went to put his helmet on, speaking in the process. "milo, milo rubell." he informed her from where he stood. "good day princess." with that he gave a small bow before he turned to leave, he did have work to do but not much seeing as he only needed to seek out his second before the tournament, if not, he wasn't too worried, he'd just wait for the excuse to come over her absence when she did show her face. he glanced back for a moment, for no particular reason before he disappeared around the corner. his horse was already outside and waiting where he left him for the most part. milo was still curious over how easily that young lady had caught him so off guard, it amused him for the most part but he knew it wasn't a normal one either. flirting with the princess? what had gotten into him, he'd never done that before.

[Nightra]

Name: Duraal Viing
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Position: Second Knight
Tagged: No man

"Pulvis et umbra sumus."
(We are but Dust and Shadows.)
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~Dame Duraal~
Large hooves pounded the earth in a rhythmic rhythm syncing with the smaller ones that was right beside them. A rough darker tan hand slowly stocked the side of the massive horse's neck in a calming motion. "The Castle gates are just beyond this bend." The words that leaked from my lips where not the most welcoming but it was not that bad. It was easy to tell that I was someone not use to being kind and passive to any noblemen. As we rounded around a bend in the road the castle walls soon appeared. Applying some pressure to the large stallions side, forcing him to move up to the head of the small parade of people. King Cyricus had sent me off to pick up some Nobles for the tournament that was going to be happening latter today.

My dark brown almost black eyes stared at the town's walls. A small sense of relief appeared with in him. I was actually glade to be returning to this place, glade to be home. Now that was a foreign feeling to me. As we neared the massive gates that allowed people to move in and out of the capital I wondered if the King remembered that he had placed me on this little mission. Soon I did get my answer tho as a rather frantic looking guard came galloping over. The guards keeping watch over the gate must had notice us and sent word to this messenger. The young lad brought his horse over to me, a small look of relief falling over his face. He must had been searching for me for a while now. "The King wishes to see you." The boy said. I looked to him for a moment before looking back to the others. "Thank you, I will go see him as soon as I finish with my task." And with that the boy nodded and rode off.

I entered the town that was located below the castle with the nobles I was in charge of escorting. Many of the commoners stopped and started at the knights of the nobles and the nobles themselves. After all many of the men and women about don't see such clothing or material much. I remembered the time when I was once among them looking up at the people that was far above me. But now I was on the opposite end. Never did I think I would be here.

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[Lil Miss Voodoo]

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Bran McLauren
Twenty-Three
Male
Alone

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[center]Bran looked around silently waiting for others to gather as he noticed the young prince's appearance he stifled a eyeroll finally! The boy lacks knowledge that most royalty is spoon fed when born! He thought dryly as Cyricus spoke to him "of course sire. I will watch over the queen." He knew anything could go wrong at the moment that there was excitement in the kingdom. And he had planned to protect her anyways. It was his duty. Plus easily done with people's fear of him, they often fled his scowls. He turned to the queen to wait for her say so.

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❝ p e t y rxxxl é c u y e r ❞xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

( role: prince )xx( gender: male )xx( location: castle )xx( tags: cyr, amaia, milo (mentioned) )

Why do terrible things plague holy men? Petyr oft found himself wondering and worrying over this, desperate to find the answer to such a simple question. He had yet to find one. The prince’s head lifted when his brother spoke his name, and he could have laughed at the tone that Cyricus used towards him. Like he was speaking to a child! But, see, Petyr was twenty, just five years younger than the King. He was far from being a child, which meant he was over the idea of the king talking down to him. Even though this irked him to no end, he didn’t protest or try and correct his brother. (He was smart in that sense, keeping his words and opinion to himself.) Petyr grinned when Cyr accepted this, allowing him to contend in the tournament. He would hope that the knights, albeit gaudy and hot headed, wouldn’t try and go easy on him because of his position in court. Typically, the men wouldn't dare to inflict anything upon the prince. Him joining the tournament was the prince just begging for this to happen. No soon after, the King dismissed the knight, Sir Milo. He watched the man leave, letting his gaze linger on the spot where he had just stood for a bit longer, before looking back to his King. His brother stood, and Petyr took a half step back. He wasn’t quite ready to leave just yet.

”I beg just one moment, if it pleases His Grace,” Petyr told his brother with mock respect. He tried to duck from his brother’s hand, but was unable to escape in time. The King’s hand had messed up the Prince’s hair, and Petyr didn’t look happy about that at all. Lecuyer smoothed his hair down, refraining from shooting a glare towards his brother. He hated how the King seemed to still treat Petyr as if he were five and not four times that. ”I have to… Get something from my quarters.” Petyr grinned, mostly to himself. Truth was, he had forgotten something there, but it was nothing pertinent. He just wanted to stall. The Prince bowed to his brother before hurrying in the opposite direction, towards the hall that led to his personal quarters. Along the way, he overheard two familiar voices. One of the knight, Milo, who had been previously dismissed. The second, the princess: Amaia. Or, in clearer terms, the woman his heart was set after. He pressed himself against the wall, listening to their conversation in silence. The scene tried to play in his mind, as he couldn’t see the two of them interact, he had to base what the two were doing off sound alone. Amaia sounded… flustered? However, that embarrassment seemed to fade quickly into something that sounded more akin to flirtation. What the…? All right, time to step in.

Only, then, Milo walked off from her. Which meant Amaia was alone. Petyr rounded the corner, and smiled when he saw the princess. Petyr bowed to her, dropping his head before lifting himself back up, meeting her eyes for a long moment. "Good morning to you, Amaia," he paused only to brush his hair from his eyes, "I trust you slept well?" His light brown eyes wandered around the hall, but found her again eventually.

[peppersdots]

✹ lady janythra tholus ✹
22 years ⋗ hopeful ⋗ talking ⋗ main hall⋗ tagged; elyana

janythra watched as cyr finally put his foot down, turning her head slightly at petyr's impetuousness. if he thinks he can rope me into this nonesense then he thinks wrong, she mused to herself as she watched everyone leave on their various assignments. cyricus stood up and left the room, his brother behind him. the main hall was soon much emptier, and janythra was able to approach the thrones and stood beside elyana, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"so what is the king's grand plan for today's festivities?" she said, trying to veil the curious sarcasm in her voice. "a masquerade perhaps? him and petyr are already in costume either way. why do they have to argue like that?" she was certain that there would be more roadblocks to the day's merriment, but they would be roadblocks that would have to be over come. there will be other kingdoms here, and cyricus needs to make his rule solid and well known, she thought casting a glance over at the guards near the doors. she knew that it was treason to speak against the king, that was punishable by death, but janythra was nearly the king's family at this point. elyana was like her sister, and janythra wouldn't let anyone step on her anymore.

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

xxxxxPetyr took the bait, clearly eager to sink his teeth into the challenge of jousting with seasoned knights and hot-blooded young men. He'd fit right in. If she was lucky, some man would not go easy on her brother-in-law because he happened to have blue blood running through his veins and give him an injury serious enough to quiet him down for a little while. If God was good, and she was really lucky, then Petyr could even be so seriously injured that he would die. Perhaps she shouldn't have such an outlook on the life of her family, but he was not a person she liked and him being gone would certainly be a thorn out of her back. She would much rather have him dead than have him as a threat to her rule. And the rule of her husband, of course. With no heir apparent, Petyr took that role and if she was to allow him to marry her sister, he could easily win the fondness of the public. If that happened, and he became husband to Amaia, then there was every chance they would have a son before herself.

xxxxxSoon, her husband and his brother left, leaving her with Bran and Janythra. She was sure the deputy would keep them safe if anyone dared to do anything, but right now, in the morning, there would be little to worry about. After all, they would be holding the tournament in the castle grounds. People would not be entering unless the guards at the gate allowed it, and they had a few hours until the event would begin. As soon as her husband had gone - she'd echoed his smile and nodded her head when he left her, and hidden her distaste when he had left with Petyr - she turned to Janythra, who had joined her, standing next to her throne and squeezing her shoulder. Elyana did not need her comfort. She was not a child to be coddled and reassured. "Just a tournament," she replied lightly, turning her head and rising to her feet, drawing herself to her full height and holding out her hand. Her words might be strong, but once they left this room she needed to keep up the façade of a doting, loyal and biddable wife, "Cyr wishes for us to add a woman's touch to something that will no doubt be full of sweating men." There was little that could be done to make the event more feminine friendly, but little details would go all the way: cushions on the seats for herself and the nobles; foods such as small cakes and sweetmeats, crackers, cheese and grapes; fine wine and ale for parched throats; music and dancing afterwards, to celebrate the victor and allow for conversations. At the end of the day, it would still be a tournament, but it would be enjoyable for all.

xxxxx"Come, my friend. We really must set things up, or I shall be bored without anything to do." The sooner they got everything done, the sooner the tournament would happen and the sooner she could retire to bed. Tomorrow she could hold court with her ladies and return to normal, but today she would have to put up with the close confines of people and the noise. At least she would be out of most of it by being the queen and having the privilege to sit above the rest with her husband. Maybe that night they would be sharing the same bed - they needed an heir..... that, and she enjoyed the company of her husband.