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<<nobr>><center> <<if $customized>><li>[[HARBINGER (You)|Profile]]</li><</if>> <<if $metking>><li>[[ROYAL FAMILY|family]]</li><</if>> <<if $metconstantine>><li>[[COMPANIONS|ros]]</li><</if>> <<if $oraclevisit>><li>[[CODEX + LORE|Codex]]</li><</if>> <li>[[CREDITS + LINKS|Credits]]</li> </center><</nobr>> by <a href="https://vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">Supreme Commander Vi</a> Next in Line: Prologue & Chapter I<a href="https://www.vwpublishing.com" target="_blank"> <img src="images/logo.png"></a><!--MC CUSTOMIZATION--> <<set $customized to false>> <<set $mcname to "???">> <<set $mcpronouns to "???">> <<set $mcgender to "???">> <<set $mcsurname to "Verissimo">> <<set $mcage to "???">> <<set $mchaircolor to "???">> <<set $mceyecolor to "???">> <<set $royaltitle to "???">> <<set $skintone to "???">> <<set $futuretitle to "???">> <<set $mcsibling to "???">> <<set $ancestor to "???">> <<set $pettype to "???">> <<set $petname to "???">> <<set $horsename to "???">> <<set $hairtype to "???">> <<set $tiara to "???">> <<set $trans to false>> <<set $noscars to false>> <<set $justscars to false>> <<set $justbra to false>> <<set $topsurgerybra to false>> <<set $chestbinder to false>> <<set $topsurgerynobra to false>> <<set $freckles to false>> <<set $glasses to false>> <<set $lipscar to false>> <<set $eyebrowpiercing to false>> <<set $lippiercing to false>> <<set $nosepiercing to false>> <<set $beautymarklip to false>> <<set $beautymarkeye to false>> <<set $touchaverse to false>> <<set $haspet to false>> <<set $namedhorse to false>> <!--FOR TATTOO--> <<set $tattoo to false>> <<set $rightsleeveflowers to false>> <<set $leftsleeveflowers to false>> <<set $leftsleevegods to false>> <<set $badbitchttat to false>> <<set $badasstat to false>> <<set $buttsluttat to false>> <<set $dumbasstat to false>> <<set $lowerbacktat to false>> <<set $lunarcycletat to false>> <<set $letumbacktattoo to false>> <<set $crownwristtat to false>> <<set $serpenttatwrist to false>> <<set $serpenttatankle to false>> <<set $serpenttatneck to false>> <<set $serpenttatshoulder to false>> <!-----FOR BODY SCARS-----> <<set $daggerneckscar to false>> <<set $clawneckscar to false>> <<set $barbedwirescararm to false>> <<set $deepscarrunninguparm to false>> <<set $clawbicepscar to false>> <<set $thighscar to false>> <<set $abdomenscar to false>> <!--FOR PRONOUNS--> <<set $HeShe to "She">> <<set $heshe to "she">> <<set $HimHer to "Her">> <<set $himher to "her">> <<set $HisHer to "Her">> <<set $hisher to "her">> <<set $HisHers to "Hers">> <<set $hishers to "hers">> <<set $Himself to "Herself">> <<set $himself to "herself">> <<$pronouns_plural to false>> <!--FOR FREDERICK/FREYJA PRONOUNS, GENDER, STATUS, ETC--> <<set $FrederickBFF to false>> <<set $FrederickEX to false>> <<set $FreyjaBFF to false>> <<set $FreyjaEX to false>> <<set $Frederick to "Frederick">> <<set $pluralf to "Frederick's">> <<set $fhe to "he">> <<set $fHe to "He">> <<set $fhim to "him">> <<set $fHim to "Him">> <<set $fhis to "his">> <<set $fHis to "His">> <<set $fhimself to "himself">> <<set $fman to "man">> <<set $fsibling to "brother">> <<set $fexlove to false>> <<set $faddress to "Mr.">> <<set $widower to "widower">> <!--FOR ATTRIBUTES--> <<set $mottofamily to false>> <<set $mottostoic to false>> <<set $mottostrong to false>> <<set $patience to false>> <<set $suspicous to false>> <<set $protective to false>> <<set $optimistic to false>> <<set $deceptive to false>> <<set $persuasive to false>> <<set $intimidating to false>> <<set $faithful to false>> <!--FOR FEELINGS AND SUCH--> <<set $crushedonfelix to false>> <--FOR PETS--> <<set $haspet to false>> <<set $lion to false>> <<set $wolf to false>> <<set $ferret to false>> <<set $raven to false>> <<set $nightingale to false>> <<set $goose to false>> <--WOLF FUR COLORS--> <<$furcolor is "???">> <<set $bluefur to false>> <<set $blackfur to false>> <<set $whitefur to false>> <<set $redfur to false>> <<set $orangefur to false>> <<set $grayfur to false>> <<set $goldfur to false>> <!--FOR FLAVOR TEXT AND PASSAGE LINK--> <----Prologue & Chapter One---> <<set $pissedatharbingerjoke to false>> <<set $ignoreharbingerjoke to false>> <<set $preharbingerballjamessmile to false>> <<set $preharbingerballjameslaugh to false>> <<set $prologueballsmile to false>> <<set $prologueballquickgrin to false>> <<set $prologueballrolleyes to false>> <<set $dancecprologue to false>> <<set $dancefprologue to false>> <<set $dancemprologue to false>> <<set $dancedwithfelixinstead to false>> <!------Chapter Two----> <<set $breadfavbreakfast to false>> <<set $tigantesfavbreakfast to false>> <<set $fruitmedleyfavbreakfast to false>> <<set $bringpettocapital to false>> <<set $charitysanctuary to false>> <<set $charityhospital to false>> <<set $charityshelter to false>> <<set $charitykitchen to true>> <<set $charitybringjames to false>> <<set $charitybringconstantine to false>> <<set $charitybringcandj to false>> <<set $charitybringmargaret to false>> <<set $charitybringfelix to false>> <<set $charitybringf to false>> <<set $charitybringfandf to false>> <<set $charitybringanna to false>> <<set $charitybringaandj to false>> <<set $ch2fhthq1 to false>> <<set $ch2fhthq2 to false>> <<set $ch2fhthq3 to false>> <<set $ch2fhthq4 to false>> <<set $fnotforgivenyet to false>> <<set $fneverforgive to false>> <<set $fmaybeforgivebutnottrust to false>> <<set $fforgivenbutnotrustagain to false>> <<set $fforgivenbutnotrustyet to false>> <<set $fforgiven to false>> <<set $ch2holdingcourtanxious to false>> <<set $ch2holdingcourtexcited to false>> <<set $ch2holdingcourtindifferent to false>> <<set $ch2hcoption1 to false>> <<set $ch2hcoption2 to false>> <<set $ch2hcoption3 to false>> <<set $pfuneralveil to false>> <<set $pfuneralhood to false>> <<set $pfuneralpoppy to false>> <<set $mceulogy to false>> <<set $vivianeulogy to false>> <<set $jameseulogy to false>> <<set $criedforpervical to false>> <<set $furiousateulogy to false>> <<set $numbateulogy to false>> <<set $strongattheeulogy to false>> <------Chapter Three----> <------Chapter Four----> <------Chapter Five----> <------Chapter Six----> <------Chapter Seven----> <------Chapter Eight----> <!--FOR RELATIONSHIPS--> <<set $metmargaret to false>> <<set $metf to false>> <<set $metjames to false>> <<set $metconstantine to false>> <<set $metfelix to false>> <<set $metking to false>> <<set $metoracle to false>> <<set $metvivian to false>> <<set $metcousin to false>> <<set $metanna to false>> <<set $metuncle to false>> <<set $metanimalcarer to false>> <<set $metpet to false>> <<set $cflirtlabel to "???">> <<set $cfriendlabel to "???">> <<set $fflirtlabel to "???">> <<set $ffriendlabel to "???">> <<set $felixflirtlabel to "???">> <<set $felixfriendlabel to "???">> <<set $mflirtlabel to "???">> <<set $mfriendlabel to "???">> <<set $jamestrustlabel to "???">> <!----FIRST CHAPTER ENDING CHOICE----> <<set $prologuespeaktoc to false>> <<set $prologuespeaktom to false>> <<set $prologuespeaktofandf to false>> <<set $caughtbyc to false>> <<set $caughtbyff to false>> <<set $caughtbym to false>> <--FOR FLIRTING--> <<set $cflirt to 0>> <<set $fflirt to 0>> <<set $felixflirt to 0>> <<set $mflirt to 0>> <!--FOR FRIENDSHIP--> <<set $cfriend to 0>> <<set $ffriend to 0>> <<set $felixfriend to 0>> <<set $mfriend to 0>> <!-- FOR RELATIONSHIP METERS --> <!----Constantine---> <<set $cflirt to 0, $maxCflirt to 100>> <<set $cfriend to 0, $maxCfriend to 100>> <<newmeter 'romancec' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$cflirt' '#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'friendc' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$cfriend''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <----F---> <<set $fflirt to 0, $maxFflirt to 100>> <<set $ffriend to 0, $maxFfriend to 100>> <<newmeter 'romancef' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$fflirt''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'friendf' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$ffriend''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <----Felix---> <<set $felixflirt to 0, $maxFelixflirt to 100>> <<set $felixfriend to 0, $maxFelixfriend to 100>> <<newmeter 'romancefelix' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$felixflirt''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'friendfelix' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$felixfriend''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <----Margaret---> <<set $mflirt to 0, $maxMflirt to 100>> <<set $mfriend to 0, $maxMfriend to 100>> <<newmeter 'romancem' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$mflirt''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <<newmeter 'friendm' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$mfriend''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <----James---> <<set $jamestrust to 0, $maxJtrust to 100>> <<newmeter 'trustjames' 1>> <<colors 'silver''#031D44''#C5DDFC'>> <<label '$jamestrust''#031D44'>> <<sizing '100%' '200%'>> <</newmeter>> <!--FOR FAMILY CHARACTER PAGES--> <!--James--> <<set $prewarjames to "???">> <<set $jamestrust to 0>> <!--Vivian--> <!--Percival--> <!--Uncle--> <!--Cousin--> <!--FOR COMPANION CHARACTER PAGES--> <!--Constantine--> <<set $cage to "26 years old">> <<set $choroscope to "Taurus">> <<set $coccupation to "Knight of Castelon">> <<set $cinterest1 to "theatre">> <<set $cinterest2 to "???">> <<set $cinterest3 to "???">> <<set $cweaponchoice to "Sword">>> <<set $cfavflowers to "???">> <<set $clivingfamily to "???">> <!--Felix--> <<set $felixage to "24 years old">> <<set $felixhoroscope to "Aries">> <<set $felixoccupation to "???">> <<set $felixinterest1 to "cooking">> <<set $felixinterest2 to "???">> <<set $felixinterest3 to "???">> <<set $felixweaponchoice to "???">>> <<set $felixfavflowers to "???">> <<set $felixlivingfamily to "$Frederick Faramund">> <!--Frederick/Freyja--> <<set $fage to "22 years old">> <<set $fhoroscope to "Aquarius">> <<set $foccupation to "Castelon's Head Librarian">> <<set $finterest1 to "writing">> <<set $finterest2 to "???">> <<set $finterest3 to "???">> <<set $fweaponchoice to "Compound Bow">>> <<set $ffavflowers to "???">> <<set $flivingfamily to "Felix Faramund">> <!--Margaret--> <<set $mage to "22 years old">> <<set $mhoroscope to "Gemini">> <<set $moccupation to "Merchant, Crown Liaison, Shadow Circle Spy">> <<set $minterest1 to "pets">> <<set $minterest2 to "???">> <<set $minterest3 to "???">> <<set $mweaponchoice to "Daggers">>> <<set $mfavflowers to "???">> <<set $mlivingfamily to "???">> <!--FOR THE GODS--> <<set $oraclevisit to false>> <<set $chosengod to false>> <<set $chosegaia to false>> <<set $choseletum to false>> <<set $choseaurora to false>> <<set $choseeurybia to false>> <<set $choseeros to false>> <<set $atheist to false>> <<set $agnostic to false>> <<set $indifferenttogods to false>> <!--FOR LOCATIONS-> <<set $arandale to false>> <<set $castelon to false>> <<set $thecompound to false>> <<set $thecapital to false>> <<set $felixtaven to false>> <<set $castlelibrary to false>> <<set $castlestables to false>> <<set $throneroom to false>> <<set $councilchambers to false>> <<set $kingsoffice to false>> <<set $castlegardens to false>> <<set $amaranthineisle to false>> <<set $charityorphanage to false>> <<set $charityhospital to false>> <<set $charityshelter to false>> <<set $charitykitchen to false>> <!--FOR HOBBIES/INTERESTS-> <<set $gardening to false>> <<set $crops to false>> <<set $flowers to false>> <<set $music to false>> <<set $readingwriting to false>> <<set $weaponry to false>> <<set $swords to false>> <<set $daggers to false>> <<set $archery to false>> <<set $cooking to false>> <!--Gardening--> <<set $ch2plantedgrapes to false>> <<set $ch2plantedmarshmallowrootandgrapes to false>> <<set $ch2plantedmint to false>> <<set $ch2deadlynightshade to false>> <<set $ch2plantlavender to false>> <<set $ch2planthellebore to false>> <<set $ch2plantcarnations to false>> <<set $ch2plantlotuses to false>> <<set $glovecolor to "???">> <!--Music--> <<set $singing to false>> <<set $lyre to false>> <<set $lyresing to false>> <<set $stagefright to false>> <<set $softangelicsinger to false>> <<set $quiethuskysinger to false>> <<set $boomingvelveltysinger to false>> <!--Reading and Writing--> <<set $readpercivalsjournal to false>> <<set $readyourjournal to false>> <<set $readpoetry to false>> <!--Weaponry--> <<set $gladius to false>> <<set $xiphos to false>> <<set $longsword to false>> <<set $sabre to false>> <<set $pugionesdaggers to false>> <<set $crosshiltdaggers to false>> <<set $rondeldaggers to false>> <<set $compositebow to false>> <<set $gastraphetes to false>> <!--Cooking--> <<set $ch2cookapplepie to false>> <<set $ch2cookdumplings to false>> <<set $ch2cookpancakes to false>> <<set $ch2cookporksausage to false>> <!--INVENTORY--> <!--Guilds--> <<set $guildofwhisperscoin to false>> <<set $guildofarms to false>> <<set $guildofknowledge to false>> <!--Gifts--> <<set $giftformargaret to false>> <<set $giftforfelix to false>> <<set $giftforf to false>> <<set $giftforconstantine to false>> <<set $giftforanna to false>> <<set $giftforvivian to false>> <<set $daggergift to false>> <<set $gaiapendant to false>> <<set $journalgift to false>> <<set $arrowgift to false>> <<set $vintagewinegift to false>> <<set $theatreticketsgift to false>> <!--Other Items--> <<set $blackandredlingere to false>> <<set $blueandgoldlingere to false>> <<set $emeraldlingere to false>> <<set $silkcuffs to false>> <<set $oliveoillube to false>> <!---TRACKING DECISIONS---> <<set $ch1dominick to false>> <<set $ch1fundstopoor to false>> <<set $ch1fundstosoldiers to false>> <<set $ch1fundstolibraries to false>><<widget "are">><<switch $plural>><<case true>>are<<case false>>is<</switch>><</widget>> <<widget "were">><<switch $plural>><<case true>>were<<case false>>was<</switch>><</widget>> <<widget "s">><<switch $plural>><<case true>><<case false>>s<</switch>><</widget>><li><a href="https://nextinline-if.tumblr.com" target="_blank">w</a></li> <li><a href="https://discord.gg/h7Sp26gQV3" target="_blank">Y</a></li> <!-- SIDEBAR --> <div id="sidebar"> <div class="sidebar-header"> <!-- EMPTY DIV --> <div></div> <!-- NAME OF YOUR GAME --> <h1 class="story-title" data-passage="gameTitle"></h1> <!-- MENU TOGGLE ICON --> <div class="sidebar-toggle"> <span id="sidebar-toggle-icon" class="lnr lnr-menu-circle"></span> </div> </div> <!-- HISTORY BUTTONS THAT ALLOW USER TO GO BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS --> <!-- <div class="sidebar-history-nav"> <span id="backwards-button" class="lnr lnr-arrow-left"></span> <span id="forwards-button" class="lnr lnr-arrow-right"></span> </div> --> <div id="sidebar-body"> <!-- GAME LOGO IMAGE --> <div class="story-logo" data-passage="storyLogo"></div> <!-- AUTHOR NAME --> <h2 class="story-author" data-passage="storyAuthor"></h2> <nav class="sidebar-nav"> <ul class="story-tools"> <li> <span id="restart-button" class="lnr lnr-redo"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Restart</span> </li> <li> <span id="saves-button" class="lnr lnr-download"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Saves</span> </li> <li> <span id="settings-button" class="lnr lnr-cog"></span> <span class="tooltiptext">Settings</span> </li> </ul> <ul class="story-menu" data-passage="storyMenu"> </ul> </nav> <nav id="social-media"> <p>Social media</p> <ul data-passage="socialMedia"> </ul> </nav> </div> <!-- SIDEBAR-BODY END TAG --> </div> <!-- SIDEBAR END TAG --> <div id="story" role="main"> <div id="passages"> <div id="passage-start" data-passage="start" class="passage"> </div> </div> </div><!-- IMAGES ADDED HERE APPEAR IN THE SIDEBAR ABOVE THE GAME TITLE -->Hello there, presumptive Heir. ''The final game with be rated Mature. Current version is rated 16+ but will progress to 18+! Please be aware.'' ''Content warnings (not all are in the current demo):'' suggestive language, references to war and the effects of war, death, references to death, exploration of grief, mature language, possible violence, and optional explicit sexual content. Please note: This game may be very different from other royal games you've played. Additionally, while I have used inspiration from history, nothing here is meant to be considered historically accurate. This is a fantasy world that I have created. Therefore, if you have feedback to share about my game, that's welcome, but please keep these notes in mind in regards to your expectations. - Vi !!! A '❤️' next to an option means it is romantic/flirtatious and will affect the Romance meter for that character. [[Play Prologue (Parts I, II, and III), Chapter I and Part of Chapter II.]] [[Skip Prologue Part I and Start at Prologue Part II (NOT RECOMMENDED FOR FIRST PLAYTHROUGH)|Start Prologue Part 2]] ''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Early Spring'' //His eyes burn into the moon and he wonders if Eurybia watches over them tonight. How long until this secret meeting twinkles in the night sky among the others? “Your Majesty?” With a sigh, he turns to the Oracle and his wife, their figures flickering in the flames. He steps closer to the pitiful fire, reaching a hand out. Watching the flames sway back and forth…flicker, flicker, flicker - he cannot help but think about how easy it is to snuff out what burns so bright. To snuff out life. Like flames, we dance in the shadows. And we, too, have the ability to light a path in the darkness. We, too, can burn those who inch too close. Shadows dance on his hand as warmth spreads. And he cannot help but wonder if a fire is what rages inside us all - if our souls are simply flickering flames, unsure which direction they wish to blow…. “Percival! We’re talking about our children’s futures. Their fates. Is that so unimportant to you that you cannot pay attention for a moment?” He glances up at his wife’s beautiful, scowling face. She narrows her eyes at him. Finally, he turns to the Oracle. “You want us to send one of our children to war,” he purses his lips, “and you claim it’s the will of the gods. You cannot - you will not force us to send one to their death based simply on the gods’ will.” Her piercing eyes bore into him, her face a facade. After a moment, she asks, “What do you know of the twin Goddesses Aurora and Eurybia?” He shrugs, “Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, and Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk. Twins, born to Gaia, the Goddess of Life, and Letum, the God of Death. What does this have to do with our twins?”// [["It has everything to do with your twins".]]//Thousands and thousands of years ago, Eros found himself pursued by both of the twin Goddesses, Aurora and Eurybia. When one twin rose, the other slept, as with the sun and the moon. For hundreds of years, they both loved Eros without knowing that the other did as well. Once every thousand years, a Festival of Longing is held in Arcadia to celebrate love between gods. The Festival of Longing is the only celebration that lasts from Dawn until Dusk. Most celebrations are only held during the Dawn. Eurybia, being the Goddess of Dusk, was excited that she could finally attend a festival during the night and began searching for her love Eros as soon as she arrived in Arcadia. According to the myth, she stumbled upon a field of Red Dahlias to find Aurora and Eros intertwined. In a moment of rage, she drew her two daggers and ran to stab Eros in the back while he was on top of Aurora. But Aurora saw the glint of the daggers in the moonlight and moved to protect Eros, her arms wrapped around him. Eurybia’s daggers came down with full force, slicing Aurora’s wings in half. Both sisters cried out, Aurora in pain and grief, Eurybia in regret, realizing what she had done.// [[Myth Two: "The Dagger of Truth"]]//Eurybia gifted Aurora The Dagger of Truth after they discovered Eros’ deception. When the love triangle came to light, Aurora believed that Eurybia began a relationship with Eros while knowing Aurora was with him. No matter what Eurybia did or said, Aurora refused to believe her. Eurybia spent years watching the shadows of the night, watching scenes unfold. Learning from the humans, from their mistakes, from their secrets. Hoping she would come across a way to redeem herself to Aurora. She gathered each secret and turned it into a star. After a few years of gathering this knowledge, she came to the conclusion that humans who made a sacrifice were more likely to earn redemption. To prove that she was also betrayed, Eurybia remained awake one night. While Aurora ushered in the dawn, Eurybia used the stars as stepping stones to the Sun. As Eurybia approached the Sun, her face began to burn. Still, she persisted until she reached the Sun and used her daggers to dig up a piece of its essence. Next, Eurybia went to Gaia in Arcadia to ask the Goddess of Life for a vial of her tears, which were usually used for re-birth. Gaia, wanting to protect Aurora and see her daughters reconcile, readily provided Eurybia with a vial of tears. Eurybia then left Arcadia and journeyed to her father, Letum, in Avernus. She requested the tip from the Spear of Judgment, his instrument of death that latches onto souls and renders judgment. Letum refused to grant Eurybia’s request unless she agreed to give away some of her power to Letum. He explained that he needed more power to keep up with the rate of both dying humans and gods. Eurybia hesitated at this request but felt her love for Aurora was too great and heeded her father’s request. She gave up half her power to Letum and in return, the Lunar Cycle was created. Only during a full moon, when the Moon is at its brightest, does she have full power. And only during a full moon is she able to travel outside her domain, the Moon. With the Spear of Judgment’s tip, Gaia’s vial of tears, and a piece of the Sun’s essence, she returned home to the Moon. She combined these three items with a piece of the Moon and crafted a golden dagger, The Dagger of Truth. The Dagger of Truth possessed the ability to revive someone from the dead if they were telling the truth. On the next full moon, Eurybia visited her sister Aurora, who was with their mother on Arcadia. “Sister, I present this dagger, The Dagger of Truth. Ask me anything and then stab me. If I tell the truth, I will be reborn. If I lie, I’ll meet our father in Avernus.” Because the dagger was made of the Original Four’s elements, it was capable of killing even a god. Aurora asked her sister if she had betrayed her, to which Eurybia answered “No, I would never betray you.” Aurora, with tears running down her face, stabbed her twin and cradled her in her arms. Moments later, Eurybia opened her eyes. From that day forward, the sisters knew that no one could ever come between them.// [["Only those blessed by the gods bear twins."]]//The King narrows his eyes at the Oracle, “Our children will betray each other?” “You miss the point, my King,” she states, “The Goddesses did not betray each other.” She continues, “Your ancestors have been loyal to the gods. They have blessed you twins who will determine the fate of Castelon.” He glances at the Oracle. “And what purpose does sending one to war achieve?” She holds his gaze, “I only know what the gods ask. And they ask that you do not interefere with the path lain before your children,” her voice wavers, “for it would spell the downfall of your kingdom.” Then she smiles. “But Letum assures me he is not yet eager to drag your children’s souls to Avernus.”// [[The flame consumes itself until three faces are lit only by starlight.|Start Prologue Part 2]]It was a long journey home. A home you’d been forced to leave at sixteen due to the war with your kingdom’s main adversary, Arandale. The land your ancestor fled so long ago. Tomorrow inches closer. But you run from it a little longer as you stand in the dimly lit gallery staring up at your ancestor’s portrait. The candlelight wavers across their features. One moment their eyes are dark and deep, in another moment, they are bright and alive, as if they can see into your soul. Given that you've been away from the castle for many years, this is your first time seeing their portrait since you’ve reached adulthood and you realize how much alike your features truly are. Like you, they… <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "female" checked>> are a woman (cis woman). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "transfemale" "true">> were called a boy at birth, but are a woman (trans woman.) <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "male">> are a man (cis man). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "transmale" "true">> were called a girl at birth, but are a man (trans man). <<radiobutton "$mcgender" "non-binary person">> are neither excusively a woman or a man (non-binary). [[Next|pronouns]] //The Oracle smiles at the King before moving her eyes to the fire. “You forget, Eros, the God of Love...and betrayal.”// [[Myth One: "The Birth of Betrayal"]]!$mcname Verissimo, the Harbinger, Crown $royaltitle and Heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Castelon !!!About You You are $mcname Verissimo, Crown $royaltitle. You are the younger $mcsibling of your twin brother, James Verissimo. <<if $mottostrong>> Your family motto is The Strong Do Not Falter<</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Your family motto is Keep the Mind Calm<</if>><<if $mottofamily>> Your family motto is Family Above All.<</if>> You are a $mcgender with $skintone complexion, $mceyecolor eyes, and $hairtype, $mchaircolor hair. You use the pronouns $mcpronouns.<<if $freckles>> Your face is freckled.<</if>><<if $glasses>> You wear glasses.<</if>><<if $eyebrowpiercing>> One of your eyebrows is pierced.<</if>><<if $nosepiercing>> Your nose is pierced.<</if>><<if $beautymarklip>> There is a beauty mark by your lip<</if>><<if $eyebeautymark>> There is a beauty mark by your eye.<</if>> <<if $haspet>> You have a $pettype named $petname.<</if>> ''Tattoos'': <<if $rightsleeveflowers and $tattoo>> You have a sleeve of flowers on your right arm, filled with colorful bluebells, lotuses, asters, and carnations.<</if>><<if $leftsleeveflowers and $tattoo>> You have a sleeve of red poppies on your left arm.<</if>><<if $leftsleevegods and $tattoo>> You have a black and white sleeve of the gods on your left arm.<</if>><<if $lunarcycletat and $tattoo>> You have a back tattoo of the Lunar Cycle that starts at the top of your spine and moves down the middle.<</if>><<if $letumbacktattoo and $tattoo>> You have a back tattoo of Letum, the God of Death with his Spear of Judgment.<</if>><<if $crownwristtat and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a crown that circles around your right wrist.<</if>><<if $serpenttatwrist and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around left wrist.<</if>><<if $serpenttatankle and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo of a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around your right ankle.<</if>><<if $serpenttatneck and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo on he back of your neck of a serpent devouring it’s own tail.<</if>><<if $serpenttatshoulder and $tattoo>> You have a tattoo on your left shoulder of a serpent devouring itself.<</if>><<if $badbitchttat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Bad Bitch" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $badasstat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says Bad Ass right above your butt.<</if>><<if $buttsluttat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Butt Slutt" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $dumbasstat and $tattoo>> You have a lower back tattoo that says "Dumbass" right above your butt.<</if>><<if $tattoo is false>> You do not have any tattoos right now.<</if>> ''Scars:'' <<if $noscars is true>> You do not have any scars.<</if>><<if $justscars>> Your skin is littered with scars here and there.<</if>><<if $lipscar>> There is a scar on your lip.<</if>><<if $justbra>> Some of your scars are covered by the linen bra you wear.<</if>><<if $topsurgerynobra>> You have some scars from top surgery.<</if>><<if $topsurgerybra>> You have some scars, including from your from top surgery but your linen bra covers some of them.<</if>><<if $chestbinder>> Some of your scars are covered by your chest binder.<</if>><<if $daggerneckscar>> You have dagger left a scar on your neck.<</if>><<if $clawneckscar>> There is a claw mark scar on your neck.<</if>><<if $barbedwirescararm>>You lower arm is scarred from where barbed wire dug into your skin.<</if>><<if $deepscarrunninguparm>> A deep scar runs up your arm.<</if>><<if $clawbicepscar>> You bicep is scarred from a claw.<</if>><<if $thighscar>> Your thigh has a riged scar across it.<</if>><<if $abdomenscar>> There is a horizontal scar across your abdomen.<</if>> ''Attributes'': <<if $patience is true>>Patient;<</if>><<if $suspicous is true>> Suspicous;<</if>><<if $strong is true>> Strong;<</if>><<if $protective is true>>Protective;<</if>><<if $optimistic is true>> Optimistic;<</if>><<if $deceptive is true>> Deceptive;<</if>><<if $persuasive is true>> Persuasive;<</if>><<if $intimidating is true>> Intimidating;<</if>><<if $faithful is true>> Faithful;<</if>> ''Religion:''<<if $chosengod is false>> You have not yet visited the temple. Your beliefs remain unknown.<</if>><<if $chosegaia>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Gaia, the Goddess of Life.<</if>><<if $choseletum>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Letum, the God of Death.<</if>><<if $choseaurora>>The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn.<</if>><<if $choseeurybia>>The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina and prayed to Eurbyia, the Goddess of Dusk.<</if>><<if $choseeros>> The day after your Harbinger Ceremony, you visited Oracle Davina prayed to Eros, the God of Love.<</if>><<if $atheist>>You do not believe in the gods.<</if>><<if $agnostic>> You aren't sure if you believe in the gods or not.<</if>><<if $indifferenttogods>> Although you believe in the gods, you are indifferent and don't feel that they would care about your prayers.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>> !Codex and Lore !!!The Gods * [[Gaia, The Goddess of Life]] * [[Letum, The God of Death]] * [[Aurora, The Goddess of Dawn]] * [[Eurybia, The Goddess of Dusk]] * [[Eros, The God of Love]] * [[Other Gods]] !!! Mythology * [[Love Triangle - The Birth of Betrayal]] * [[The Dagger of Truth]] !!!Locations *<<if $thecapital>> Invictus, Castelon's Capital<</if>><<elseif>>You have not discovered this location yet... *<<if $amaranthineisle>> Amaranthine Isle<</if>><<elseif>>You have not discovered this location yet... <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!!!Writing and Coding by <a href="https://www.vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">Supreme Commander Vi</a> * Utilized <a href="https://vahnya.itch.io/twine-template=">Twine Template by Vahyna</a> for mobile friendly UI. * <a href="https://github.com/ChapelR/custom-macros-for-sugarcube-2=">Chapel's Macros </a> //Please note: in chapter 2, if you read "Poetry for the Broken", these poems are copyright protected and belong to the author of this game (me!). I ask that you do not reproduce them without permission or crediting by reaching out to me first or linking to my website, itch.io or ko-fi. Thank you!// !!!Special thanks to the following Patreon and Ko-fi Supporters: * Drakona * Chelsea Drouin * BrinaBoBina * leophoenix * Dryad * <a href="https://0ceansfloor.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Kieran</a> * Arielle * KarayanK * Jess M. * Atlantic_Ocean * MissCellaneous * Nova007 * Aeantiz K * Ema * MJ Lauzon * Laurinda * Heather Tidwell * Jo * FutureGrave * Suwariish * Arielle If you have have supported me on Patreon or Ko-fi and want your name added, please message me on Patreon or Ko-fi. !!!Special thanks to the following beta testers: * Venus * @NuclearTourist * @mothsflame * Mihir, @chaoticreader1707 If you have tested the game and want your name added, please let me know. Thank you!! !!!Links <a href="https://www.vwpublishing.com" target="_blank">VW Publishing Website (my books and games)</a> <a href="https://itch.io/profile/writingmysoul" target="_blank">Itch.io</a> <a href="https://nextinline-if.tumblr.com" target="_blank">Tumblr</a> <a href="https://patreon.com/vimakesIFs" target="_blank">Patreon</a> <a href="https://discord.gg/h7Sp26gQV3" target="_blank">Game Discord</a> <a href="https://ko-fi.com/nextinlineif" target="_blank">Ko-fi</a> Feel free to message me on Discord: writingmysoul#6083 <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!The Royal Family of the Kingdom of Castelon !!!Living * [[Prince James Verissimo|James]] * <<if $metvivian>>[[Queen Vivian Verissimo|Vivian]]<</if>><<if $metvivian is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> *<<if $metuncle>>[[Duke Dimitris of Amaranthine Isle|Dimitris]]<</if>><<if $metuncle is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> * <<if $metcousin>>[[???|Lord XYZ]]<</if>><<if $metcousin is false>>You have not met them yet...<</if>> !!!Deceased * [[King Percival Verissimo|Percival]] <<button "Return" $return>><</button>> !James Verissimo, Prince of the Kingdom of Castelon James is your twin brother who was born minutes before you. ''Formerly the Crown Prince of your kingdom, he abdicated after your father's death, thrusting the weight of ruling upon your shoulders.'' <center><h3>How Much Do You Trust James?</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $jametrust < 15>> //There is a long road ahead.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'trustjames' `$jamestrust/$maxJtrust`>> You were separated at sixteen, when he was sent to the frontlines of the war with Arandale and you were sent to a compound in the mountains. <<if $prewarjames is "guilty">>You felt guilty about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "indifferent">>You felt indifferent about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "angry">>You felt angry about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>><<if $prewarjames is "relieved">>You felt relieved about being sent to the compound while James was fighting the war.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Vivian Verissimo, Queen Regent of the Kingdom of Castelon <<if $metvivian is false>>Your mother is a mysterious woman...<</if>><<if $metvivan is true>>Since your father's death, your mother has assumed the role of Queen Regent until you ascend the throne.<</if>> <<if $metmargaret is true>>Vivian is in charge of the Shadow Circle, Castelon's spy network. [[Lady Margaret Rosi|Margaret]] could be considered Vivian's right-hand. In secret, of course.<</if>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!King Percival "Percy" Verissimo of the Kingdom of Castelon Percival was your father and the King of your kingdom before his untimely assassination. When you and your brother were children, he would come to your chambers most nights and tell you the history of your ancestors. During one of these visits, when you were ten years old, you heard of The Harbinger Ceremony for the first time. During the war with Arandale, your saw little of your father since you were training at the compound in the mountains. Like your brother, he kept in touch with letters. A year ago, he visited you and that was the last time you saw him before his death. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Duke Dimitris of Amaranthine Isle - Your Uncle Duke Dimitris is the liege of Amaranthine Isle, an island in the Kingdom of Castelon. He is Queen Vivian's only living sibling, as the other siblings were killed when rebels attempted to exterminate all members of the Castelon Royal Family. His child, your cousin, Lord Maximillian. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!!Lord Maximillian of Amaranthine Isle - Your Cousin Ze are to be discovered... <<button "Return" $return>><</button>><<if $mcgender is "female">><<set $mcgender to "woman">> <<elseif $mcgender is "male">><<set $mcgender to "man">><<elseif $mcgender is "transfemale">><<set $mcgender to "trans woman">><<elseif $mcgender is "transmale">><<set $mcgender to "trans man">> <<else>><<set $mcgender to "non-binary person">> <</if>> <<nobr>>Your pronouns are <<cycle "$mcpronouns" autoselect>> <<option "they/them">> <<option "she/her">> <<option "he/him">> <<option "xe/xem">> <<option "ze/zir">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> <<nobr>>You also have startling eyes, a true <<cycle "$mceyecolor" autoselect>> <<option "amber, like warm and golden honey">> <<option "hazel, like the ever changing tones of nature">> <<option "green, like the lush forest">> <<option "blue, like the expansive Sea of Shadows">> <<option "brown, like the steady trunk of a tree">> <<option "gray, like the gentle silver of a steel blade">> <<option "black, like the endless abyss of the universe">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> <<nobr>>Meanwhile, your hair is <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "curly">> <<option "coily">> <<option "coily">> <<option "braids">> <<option "twists">> <</cycle>> and <<cycle "$mchaircolor" autoselect>> <<option "auburn">> <<option "red">> <<option "golden">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "whitish blonde">> <<option "dirty blonde">> <<option "light brown">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "ebony">> <</cycle>><</nobr>>. <<nobr>>And when it comes to how others refer to you, your current royal title is <<cycle "$royaltitle" autoselect>> <<option "Princess">> <<option "Prince">> <<option "Princet">> <</cycle>> whereas your future title is <<cycle "$futuretitle" autoselect>> <<option "Monarch">> <<option "Queen">> <<option "King">> <</cycle>><</nobr>>. <<nobr>>Finally, your brother calls you his <<cycle "$mcsibling" autoselect>> <<option "sister">> <<option "brother">> <<option "sibling">> <</cycle>>.<</nobr>> [[You sit down on the bench.]] <<if $mcpronouns is "they/them">><<set $mcpronouns to "they/them">><<set $heshe to "they">><<set $HeShe to "They">><<set $HimHer to "Them">><<set $himher to "them">><<set $hisher to "their">><<set $HisHers to "Theirs">><<set $HisHer to "Their">><<set $hishers to "theirs">><<set $Himself to "Themself">><<set $himself to "themself">><<set $pronouns_plural to true>><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">> <<elseif $mcpronouns is "he/him">><<set $mcpronouns to "he/him">><<set $heshe to "he">><<set $HeShe to "He">><<set $HimHer to "Her">><<set $himher to "him">><<set $hisher to "his">><<set $HisHers to "His">><<set $HisHer to "His">><<set $hishers to "his">><<set $Himself to "Himself">><<set $himself to "himself">><<set $ancestor to "King Keridwyn">> <<elseif $mcpronouns is "she/her">><<set $mcpronouns to "she/her">><<set $heshe to "she/her">><<set $HeShe to "She">><<set $HimHer to "Her">><<set $himher to "her">><<set $HisHer to "Her">><<set $hisher to "her">><<set $HisHers to "Hers">><<set $hishers to "hers">><<set $Himself to "Herself">><<set $himself to "herself">><<set $ancestor to "Queen Ceridwen">> <<elseif $mcpronouns is "xe/xem">><<set $heshe to "xe">><<set $HeShe to "Xe">><<set $HimHer to "Xem">><<set $himher to "xem">><<set $hisher to "xyr">><<set $HisHers to "Xyr">><<set $HisHer to "Xyr">><<set $hishers to "xyrs">><<set $Himself to "Xemself">><<set $himself to "xemself">><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">> <<else>><<set $heshe to "ze/zir">><<set $HeShe to "Ze">><<set $HimHer to "Zir">><<set $himher to "zir">><<set $hisher to "zir">><<set $HisHer to "Zir">><<set $HisHers to "Zirs">><<set $hishers to "zirs">><<set $Himself to "Zirself">><<set $himself to "zirself">><<set $ancestor to "Monarch Seridwen">> <</if>> !Companions * [[Sir Constantine Dimas|Constantine]] * <<if $metf>>[[F. Faramund|F.Faramund]]<</if>><<if $$metf is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metfelix>>[[Felix Faramund|Felix]]<</if>><<if $$metfelix is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metm>>[[Lady Margaret|Margaret]]<</if>><<if $metm is false>>??? - check back after the ball!<</if>> * <<if $metanna>>[[Lady Anna|Anna]]<</if>> * ??? - you have not met this person yet... * ??? - you have not met this person yet... <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>You sit down on the bench across from the portrait of $ancestor. Closing your eyes, you can easily remember that night, just over a decade ago, when your father told you of how your kingdom, Castelon, came to be. //There was a storm brewing outside, with flashes of lightning intermingling with the candlelight of your chambers. You snuggled close to your father, not wanting to miss out on the story he was going to tell you.// //His right hand brushed through your $mchaircolor hair while his left opened the dusty family history book. On the front cover, a family motto was engraved….// [[...Familia supra omnia - (Set Motto: Family Above All).|ChooseAName][$mottofamily to true]] [[...Fortis est non pertubaris in rebus asperis - (Set Motto: The Strong Do Not Falter In Adversity).|ChooseAName][$mottostrong to true]] [[...Aequam servare mentem - (Set Motto: Keep the Mind Calm).|ChooseAName][$mottostoic to true]] <<if $mceyecolor is "amber, like warm and golden honey">><<set $mceyecolor to "amber">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "hazel, like the ever changing tones of nature">><<set $mceyecolor to "hazel">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "green, like the lush forest">><<set $mceyecolor to "green">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "blue, like the expansive Sea of Shadows">><<set $mceyecolor to "blue">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "brown, like the steady trunk of a tree">><<set $mceyecolor to "brown">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "black, like the endless abyss of the universe">><<set $mceyecolor to "black">> <<elseif $mceyecolor is "gray, like the gentle silver of a steel blade">><<set $mceyecolor to "gray">> <</if>> <<set $customized to true>>//The King cleared his throat and began the tale. “More than one thousand years have passed since our Arandese ancestor, $ancestor Castellonia, fled Arandale with their revolutionaries. The Arandese monarchy ruled with an iron fist and a clearly defined caste system which was designed to make it hard for people to raise their station and quality of life.”// //“It took five tumultuous months at sea, with a dozen deaths, for $ancestor and $hisher revolutionaries to find dry land. And when the group did, they found a new home with nothing more than a few scattered nomads. $ancestor worked to aid anyone left in Arandale so they could come to $hisher new country, Castelon.”// //He stopped to look at you, to ensure that you were listening. You stared at him with curious $mceyecolor eyes.// //“Like me, $ancestor had two heirs. But $heshe always feared the possibility that the heirs could become corrupted, so $heshe worked with $hisher advisors, who were Arandese refugees, to create The Harbinger Ceremony, which the Heir next in line would undergo on their twenty-first birthday. On that day, a ball is held and Oracle has the Heir recite The Harbinger Creed.”// //"Afterward, the Heir, now given the title of The Harbinger, will rule alongside the Crown for a year. Then the Oracle, on behalf of the Gods, renders a blessing or takes away The Harbinger’s right to rule.”// //You nodded slowly, perhaps not fully understanding, due to being a child. Then you exclaimed, “That’s a lot of steps just to rule!”// //Your father had laughed and ruffled your $mchaircolor hair. “It is, but it’s necessary.”// //There was one more question you desperately wanted to ask, which was…// * [[Will I have to undergo The Harbinger Ceremony?|AttributeOnePatience][$patience to true]] * [[Can I have a cookie before bed?|AttributeOneSuspicious][$suspicious to true]]You were named $mcname after an ancestor and you... * [[continue to use that name.|KingContinues]] * [[no longer go by that name. (Enter a new name)|EnterNewName]]<<set $metking to true>>"Will I have to undergo The Harbinger Ceremony?" you asked. //Your father offered you a gentle smile before saying, “Let’s hope not, little one.” You waited for him to continue, but he did not.// //Unable to stand the silence, you opened your mouth with more questions, “What happens at the Ceremony? What’s the Harbinger Creed?”// //The King closed your family’s history book and stood up. “So many questions! It’s time for bed, but we’ll go over that another night.” You groaned and the King chuckled before asking, “Haven’t your tutors taught you that patience is a virtue?"// //You sat up quickly and looked at him with urgency. “But I must know! I won’t be able to sleep.” The King placed a kiss on your forehead. “The truth will be revealed in time, $mcname."// [[Footsteps Approach]]<<set $metking to true>>//You looked away sheepishly but mustered up the courage to ask for the cookie. The King chuckled and pulled one out of his pocket.// //Amusement shining in his eyes, he turned to ask, “How’d you know that I had one?”// //You grinned at him as you took it from his hand. “I saw you put it in your pocket at dinner when you thought no one was looking.”// //He gasped exaggeratedly and began tickling you. “It seems we have a spy in our midst!”// //After the your laughter died down from the tickling, your father smiled at you. “You are very observant, $mcname. However, you would do well to remember that you may one day find that your eyes deceive your mind.”// [[Footsteps Approach]]<<set $metking to true>>Hurried footsteps pull you back to the present. You watch, unmoving, as the candlelight illuminates the faces of two shadows… Your twin brother James, and another man that you don't recognize. Both men come to a stop in front of you. Your $mceyecolor eyes meet your brother's $mceyecolor eyes. If not for your eyes and $mchaircolor hair, most people wouldn’t believe that you’re twins. James offers you a smile, but it doesn’t hide the sadness in the depths. You weren’t the only one who left home at sixteen. While you were sent away to safety, James was sent to war. This is the first time you’ve seen your brother since you left home, although you kept in touch with letters. You begged your parents to send you to fight, but they refused and sent you away to train at a compound in the mountains. How did you feel about getting sent away while your brother went to war? * [[Guilty - I hated that my brother was in danger and I was safe.|GuiltyAboutJames]] * [[Relieved - I never actually wanted to fight, but I felt it was my duty.|RelievedAboutJames]] * [[Angry - I was angry because I felt like I wasn’t good enough to fight alongside James.|AngryAboutJames]] * [[Indifferent - I didn’t feel particularly strong toward any emotion.|IndifferentAboutJames]] <<set $prewarjames to "guilty">><<set $metjames to true>>Your best friend, Anna, held you in the carriage as you cried. Between your sobs, she tried to assure you that James would be okay and that the war would be over before you knew it. As the years passed and James continued to write to you, you felt a little better. You believed that maybe the war would be over soon. Maybe he would survive. Maybe everything would be okay. But you always harbored some lasting guilt. How could you not? You slept in silk sheets each night, had servants waiting on you, and feasted with wine at dusk. All while your brother was defending your kingdom. Defending you. Still, he assured you he was well in his letters and he told you to focus on your studies. You channeled your guilt into trying to ensure that when you met again, he would be proud of you. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]] <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|Calmnottouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm) (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is false>>* //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>><<set $prewarjames to "relieved">><<set $metjames to true>>You put up an admirable fight with your parents for two months, insisting they send you along with James. They were not willing to compromise and eventually, you decided that you had done what duty demanded. Who were you, but a 16-year-old, anyway? At the time, you didn’t want to question why your parents allowed your brother to go. You were just happy to be away from all the nonsense of war. Who wouldn’t be? You hunkered down and focused on your studies. Studying kept your mind occupied so you didn’t have to think about the chaos and tragedy. Still, you made a vow to strengthen both your mind and your body. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]] <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|Calmnottouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm) (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is false>>* //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>><<set $prewarjames to "angry">><<set $metjames to true>>Your blood boils thinking about it now. You resented being sent away to safety. Did they think you weren’t skilled enough to defend yourself and your people? Surely, you were as skilled as your twin, having been raised together and undergone the same lessons. You never let go of the feeling that you were the lesser sibling. After a particularly brutal sparring session, your swordmaster took you aside and demanded to know what had you lashing out. When you told zir, they looked deep in your eyes and said, “If you want to prove yourself worthy, throw yourself into all your studies, not just combat. You can let the flame fuel your failure or generate your greatness.” Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]] <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|Calmnottouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm) (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]]<</if>> <<if $mottostoic is false>>* //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>><<set $prewarjames to "indifferent">><<set $metjames to true>>You didn’t know how to feel about being sent away while James was called to war. You didn’t know how to feel about the war, either. Growing up as the second heir, you grew used to building a wall to block out emotions, when you wanted. Too many times, people only wanted to use you to get close to your brother. Anna was one of the few people you could trust and when you told her you felt indifferent, she didn’t judge you. Instead, she had said, “All things change, and we change with them. There is nothing else we can do, but continue.” You had asked her where she heard that and she shrugged because she couldn’t remember the book. But you remembered her words and held them with you forevermore. Your past self and feelings no doubt shaped the person that you are today. Many paths diverge before you now that you’re back in Castelon and reunited with what remains of your family. With your twin standing before you, you… * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. I’ve missed him dearly.|greethugjames]] * [[smile back at him. It’s good to see him after all this time.|greetjamessmile]] * [[smile back at him - you're happy to see him, but he knows that you like some distance. (Set Touch-Averse)|smilejamessettouchaverse]] * [[hug him. It doesn’t matter how tired you are. You've missed him dearly. He's one of the few people you're comfortable hugging. (Set Touch-Averse)|hugtouchaverse]] <<if $mottostoic is true>>* [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|Calmnottouchaverse]] * [[keep your face impassive until you can better gauge the situation. (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm) (Set Touch-Averse)|Calmtouchaverse]] <<else>>* //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>>Your name is... <<textbox "$mcname" "???">> [[Click here after entering a name|NameConfirmation]]The name you go by is: <<textbox "$mcname" "???">> [[Confirm Name|KingContinues]]<-----TO HIDE CHOICE IF VARIABLE NOT MET-----> <<if $mottostoic is true>>passage here remember brackets <<elseif $mottostoic is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm //<</if>> <-----flirt/friendship approval-----> <<set $flirt to $flirt + 1>> examples: <<<<<---------->>>>>>> ❤️ = romance Five years can change a person - it’s changed you, so it only makes sense that it’s changed your brother, too. You stare at James, allowing your face to betray no emotion. You watch as the candlelight flows through his $mceyecolor eyes, while he studies your face. You search each other’s faces, searching for the sibling you once knew. Finally, he breaks the suffocating silence. “Welcome home, $mcname.” You nod, saying, “And to you, brother.” He offers you a smile, sadness lingering in his eyes. You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother.|nottouchaverseflirt]] //❤️// * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>>It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You jump up and wrap your arms around your brother before he can even open his mouth. He laughs. “$mcname, you’re crushing me.” You step back with a smile on your face - it matches the one on James’ face. “And here I thought you were a strong soldier now.” He rolls his eyes and gestures to the man next to him. “No, I think that’s my friend, Sir Constantine.” <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>>Five years can change a person - it’s changed you, so it only makes sense that it’s changed your brother, too. You stare at James, allowing your face to betray no emotion. You watch as the candlelight flows through his $mceyecolor eyes, while he studies your face. You search each other’s faces, searching for the sibling you once knew. Finally, he breaks the suffocating silence. “Welcome home, $mcname.” You nod, saying, “And to you, brother.” He offers you a smile, sadness lingering in his eyes. <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend to +2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>>It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You jump up and wrap your arms around your brother before he can even open his mouth. He laughs. “$mcname, you’re crushing me.” You step back with a smile on your face - it matches the one on James’ face. “And here I thought you were a strong soldier now.” He rolls his eyes. “No, I think that’s my friend, Sir Constantine.” You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother ❤️|nottouchaverseflirt]] * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>>It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You smile back at your brother, wondering whether he sees similar feelings reflected in your eyes. “We have much to discuss, $mcname, but there will be time for that.” You nod. “It’s good to see you after all this time, brother.” “And you.” He then gestures to the man next to him. “This is my friend, Sir Constantine.” You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother ❤️|nottouchaverseflirt]] * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend to +2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>>It doesn’t matter that you spent the last two weeks exhausting yourself racing home on your horse. Right now, you’re just happy to see your twin, alive and well. You smile back at your brother, wondering whether he sees similar feelings reflected in your eyes. “We have much to discuss, $mcname, but there will be time for that.” You nod. “It’s good to see you after all this time, brother.” “And you.” He then gestures to the man next to him. “This is my friend, Sir Constantine.” <<set $touchaverse to true>> You turn to look at the man next to him and are met with golden locks, ocean eyes, and broad shoulders. A white linen shirt lies open at his chest with the strings undone, where tanned skin peeks through. At his hip, a sheathed sword hangs. Your brother frequently mentioned the Knight in his letters, but never really described him. While looking at Sir Constantine, you… * [[tell him it’s an honor to make his acquaintance.|chonortomeet]] * [[introduce yourself while teasing your brother. ❤️|touchaverseflirt]] * <<if $mottofamily is true>>[[thank him for protecting your brother. (Motto: Family Above All)|cmottofamily][$cfriend +=2]]<</if>><<if $mottofamily is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Family Above All//<</if>> <<set $metconstantine to true>><<set $cfriend to +2>>“My brother has written me extensively of your bravery in battle. It’s an honor to finally put a face to those deeds, Sir.” The Knight chuckles. “I’m sure he’s exaggerated some. Nevertheless, it’s a privilege to meet our future $futuretitle.” James scoffs. “I have not exaggerated anything. You’ve saved my life countless times.” You nod. James’ letters said as much. So many close calls… Constantine looks uncomfortable for a moment before responding. “It’s my job.” James sighs and looks at you. “He’s an honorable man, as you can see, and has earned his Knighthood without a doubt. Still, he's loathsome of titles and recognition.” The Knight sighs and glances at you. “It’s true that I prefer to forego titles. Would it trouble you to just call me Constantine, Your Highness?” You respond in kind. “It’s no trouble, Constantine.” He smiles, looking relieved. Then you add, “Let’s forego titles altogether. Just $mcname works for me.” His eyes widen in surprise before he curtly nods. Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry]] * <<if $patience is true>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute.//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.(Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute.//<</if>><<set $metconstantine to true>>“James, you haven’t introduced us //properly//. Where are your manners, brother?” James huffs, then smirks. “This is my dear friend Sir Constantine. Constantine, you now have the displeasure of meeting my $mcsibling, $royaltitle $mcname.” You narrow your eyes at James. Shithead. Constantine gives James a playful shove. “Ignore the wayward Prince - it’s a true honor to meet you, $royaltitle $mcname.” He puts his hand out and you respond in kind. But instead of a gentle shake, his warm lips make contact. You... * [[gaze into his eyes and smirk.|cfirstmeetingboldflirting][$cflirt +=2]] * [[feel butterflies in your stomach as you look anywhere but him.|cfirstmeetingshyflirting][$cflirt +=2]]<<set $metconstantine to true>>“James, you haven’t introduced us //properly//. Where are your manners, brother?” James huffs, then smirks. “$!mcsibling, this is my dear friend Sir Constantine. Constantine, you now have the displeasure of meeting my $mcsibling, $royaltitle $mcname.” You narrow your eyes at James. Shithead. Constantine gives James a playful shove. “Ignore the wayward Prince - it’s a true honor to meet you, $royaltitle $mcname.” His blue eyes are full of mischief as he adds, “It’s clear which twin was blessed with the good looks of the gods.” You... * [[gaze into his eyes and smirk.|cfirstmeetingboldflirttouchaverse][$cflirt +=2]] * [[feel butterflies in your stomach as you look anywhere but him.|cfirstmeetingshyflirtingtouchaverse][$cflirt +=2]] <<set $metconstantine to true>>“I cannot thank you enough for protecting my brother on the battlefield, Sir.” Surprise flashes through his eyes before he schools his features. “It’s my job to keep the royal family safe. But, it has been my greatest honor, Your Highness.” You smirk and glance at your brother. “Well, I hope my brother has not caused you too much trouble.” James laughs and throws an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “Me? Trouble? Never.” James has always been a jokester. That, at least, is something you can always count on to stay the same. “It’s nice to see your antics haven’t changed.” He smirks at you. “I don’t know what you mean.” You and Constantine share an amused look. Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry]] * <<if $patience>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious.(Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute//<</if>> You gaze into his ocean eyes and smirk. “You’re such a gentleman, Sir Constantine. I find it hard to believe you’d take my brother as company.” James rolls his eyes. Amusement shines in the Knight’s eyes and he glances at your brother. “I’m trying to teach him. He’s not very receptive to chivalry, unfortunately.” It’s your turn to laugh. A man who can keep up with your humor and bully your brother? You think you’ll get along just fine. Your brother sighs. “I’m not sure I like how well you two are getting on.” You chuckle. “Afraid your friend will leave you for me?” Constantine gives you a grin. “Perhaps he should be worried.” James groans. You suppose that’s enough teasing for tonight. You laugh. “Since it’s only a matter of time before I steal you away, is it okay if I just call you Constantine?” He smiles. “Of course.” You smile back. “Excellent - $mcname will suffice, then.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * <<if $patience is true>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute.//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious. (Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute.//<</if>>Your eyes widen as his lips leave tingles on your hand. Is it warm in here? Your body seems to think so. There’s a fluttering in your stomach as you look around the dimly lit gallery for something, //anything// to focus on. James’ laughter reaches you ears. “You okay? Looking a little flustered there, $mcname.” When you glance at James, he has a massive shit-eating grin on his face. You narrow your eyes. “I’m fine. Just not accustomed to the idea that you have friends with manners.” Having composed yourself, you turn back to the dashing Knight and try to ignore the butterflies. “It’s good to finally meet you, Sir Constantine.” He gives you an easy-going smile. “And you, Your Highness. But please, just Constantine, I’m not a fan of titles.” You nod your head. “Alright, just $mcname then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot and the titles do get tiresome.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * <<if $patience is true>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute.//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious. (Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute.//<</if>>You gaze into his ocean eyes and smirk. “You’re such a gentleman, Sir Constantine. I find it hard to believe you’d take my brother as company.” James rolls his eyes. Amusement shines in the Knight’s eyes and he glances at your brother. “I’m trying to teach him. He’s not very receptive to chivalry, unfortunately.” It’s your turn to laugh. A man who can keep up with your humor and bully your brother? You think you’ll get along just fine. Your brother sighs. “I’m not sure I like how well you two are getting on.” You chuckle. “Afraid your friend will leave you for me?” Constantine gives you a grin. “Perhaps he should be worried.” James groans. You suppose that’s enough teasing for tonight. You laugh. “Since it’s only a matter of time before I steal you away, is it okay if I just call you Constantine?” He smiles. “Of course.” You smile back. “Excellent - $mcname will suffice, then.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * <<if $patience is true>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute.//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious. (Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust-=2]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute.//<</if>>Your eyes widen at his words. Is it warm in here? Your body seems to think so. There’s a fluttering in your stomach as you look around the dimly lit gallery for something, //anything// to focus on. James’ laughter reaches you ears. “Please, don’t inflate my sibling's ego.” When you glance at James, he has a massive shit-eating grin on his face. You narrow your eyes playfully. “No need to be jealous, brother.” Before he can respond, you turn back to the dashing Knight and try to ignore the butterflies. “It’s good to finally meet you, Sir Constantine.” He gives you an easy-going smile. “Thank you, Your Highness. But please, just Constantine, I’m not a fan of titles.” You nod your head. “Alright, just $mcname then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other a lot and the titles do get tiresome.” Refocusing on your brother, you ask, “What are you doing up so late, anyway?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Tomorrow’s your Harbinger Ceremony and ball.” You move your eyes to the wall, where the portrait of your father hangs next to $ancestor. You wonder how you got to this moment. The war was over. Then a messenger arrived with news from the palace. The King was dead and James had abdicated. You were now next in line. “$mcname?” You shake away the thoughts and refocus on the men in front of you. You have to know why. “Why did you abdicate, James?” You didn’t mean for your voice to come out so angry, but it does. Your brother winces, then sighs. “I…” But he doesn’t finish and bites his lip for a moment before continuing. “There will be time for that conversation later.” You... * [[feel angry that he’s brushing you off.|greetjamesangry]] * [[feel bad for bringing this up now and apologize.|greetjamessorry][$jamestrust +=2]] * <<if $patience is true>>[[know that he’s right and let it go. For now. This isn’t the time or place for such an important discussion. (Patient)|greetjamepatient]]<</if>><<if $patience is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Patient Attribute.//<</if>> * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[find this whole situation and his response suspicious. (Suspicious)|greetjamesuspicious][$jamestrust -=2]]<</if>><<if $suspicious is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Suspicious Attribute.//<</if>>!Sir Constantine Dimas, Knight of the Elite Guard in the Kingdom of Castelon ''Age'': $cage ''Horoscope'': $choroscope ''Occupation'': $coccupation ''Interests'': $cinterest1, $cinterest2, $cinterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $cweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $cfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $clivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Constantine is a 6ft 3in, tanned man with dirty blonde hair, ocean blue eyes. ''Sir Constantine Dimas is a 26 year old Knight in Castelon's Elite Guard.'' He's James' best friend and saved his life many times during the war with Arandale. Like you, he enjoys teasing James and he finds your interactions with your brother amusing. <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $cfriend < 20>> //You are acquaintances.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendc' `$cfriend/$maxCfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $cflirt < 15>> //You have caught his attention.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancec' `$cflirt/$maxCflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>> !Felix Faramund ''Age'': $felixage ''Horoscope'': $felixhoroscope ''Occupation'': $felixoccupation ''Interests'': $felixinterest1, $felixinterest2, $felixinterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $felixweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $felixfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $felixlivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Felix is a 5ft 8in man, with rich golden skin, ebony hair, and hazel eyes. ''Felix is $pluralf older brother and someone you once considered a friend.'' When you awoke to find them gone five years ago, Felix had slipped a letter under your door.<<if $crushedonfelix is true>> Before Felix and $Frederick left, you had a crush on Felix<</if>> <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $felixfriend < 20>> //He's not sure what to make of you yet.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendfelix' `$felixfriend/$maxFelixfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $felixflirt < 15>> //He's having fun with you.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancefelix' `$felixflirt/$maxFelixflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!$Frederick Faramund ''Age'': $fage ''Horoscope'': $fhoroscope ''Occupation'': $foccupation ''Interests'': $finterest1, $finterest2, $finterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $fweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $ffavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $flivingfamily ''Physical Description'': $Frederick has rich golden skin, ebony hair, green eyes, and is the same height as you. <<if $fexlove is true>>''$Frederick was your first love before $fhe left without saying goodbye.'' At your Harbinger ball, you learned that $fhe got married some time after leaving you. $fHis wife died. $fHis brother, Felix, raised $fhim after their parents were killed.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>''$Frederick was one of your best friends before $fhe left without saying goodbye.'' At your Harbinger ball, you learned that $fhe got married some time after leaving you. $fhis wife died $fHis brother, Felix, raised $fhim after their parents were killed.<</if>> <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b><<if $ffriend < 20>> //You barely know each other (anymore).//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendf' `$ffriend/$maxFfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b><<if $fflirt < 15>> //Two ships passing in the night.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancef' `$fflirt/$maxFflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Lady Margaret Rosi ''Age'': $mage ''Horoscope'': $mhoroscope ''Occupation'': $moccupation ''Interests'': $minterest1, $minterest2, $minterest3 ''Weapon(s) of Choice'': $mweaponchoice ''Favorite Flowers'': $mfavflowers ''Living Family Members'': $mlivingfamily ''Physical Description'': Margaret is a 5ft 5in, petite woman with deep brown skin, raven hair, brown eyes, and lips that are always painted red. ''Lady Margaret is a mysterious spy employed by your mother.'' She is also the daughter of the wealthiest merchant in Castelon. <center><h3>Friendship Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $mfriend < 20>> //She isn't sure what to make of you yet.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'friendm' `$mfriend/$maxMfriend`>> <center><h3>Romance Progress</h3></center> <b>Status:</b> <<if $mflirt < 15>> //You intrigue her, but nothing more.//<</if>> <<showmeter 'romancem' `$mflirt/$maxMflirt`>> <<button "Return" $return>><</button>><<set $metanna to true>>You can’t believe he has the audacity to pretend that you don’t deserve to know the truth. While it’s true that you both lost your father, you also lost your freedom. James always knew he was going to be King one day, but you believed it wasn’t something you had to worry about. You take a deep breath and look your brother in the eye. You watch as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. “A course of events, to which I have little knowledge, has changed the trajectory of my life. And you have the nerve to withhold the truth from me?” His eyes widen. But you don’t get to hear his excuse - whatever it is. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]] <<set $metanna to true>>James is right that this isn’t the proper place to have such an important conversation - there’s so much sadness in his eyes that it twists your insides. You feel a pang of guilt for blindsiding him. “I’m sorry, James. I’m just tired and confused right now.” He looks surprised and relieved. “It’s alright, $!mcname. I know you have a lot of questions. I’ll do my best to answer them once things have settled some.” You nod. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]<<set $metanna to true>>James is right that this isn’t the proper place to have such an important conversation - but he’s wrong if he thinks you’ll let it go easily. “Fine. But we will continue this later. I have questions and I expect you to provide answers.” He sighs but nods. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]]<<set $metanna to true>>Something about everything that’s happened - your father’s death despite the war being over and your brother abdicating - doesn’t sit right with you. The letter you received at the compound was vague. Less than ten words to tell you that your future was in a direction you never imagined walking. Then you arrived home and your mother was nowhere to be found as if she didn’t want to see you after all these years. Now your brother is refusing to offer insight into how you got to this moment in time. You take a deep breath and look your brother in the eye. You watch as a bead of sweat rolls down his face. “You’re hiding something from me and I will have answers.” He looks away and chews on his bottom lip. Footsteps echo down the hall and you all turn to see your best friend and attendant, Anna, storming into view with a sour look on her face. Her eyes are trained on you. That’s not a good sign. She stops in front of you and shouts, “Liar!” You groan and ask, “What did I do now?” She huffs. “You said you’d be five minutes. It’s been an hour! I had to draw you a new bath. Twice.” You sigh. “Sorry about that - I got sidetracked.” You glance over at James and Constantine. Her eyes follow yours and widen, seeming to only just realize you weren’t randomly standing in the gallery. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s had tunnel vision. “James!” She throws her arms around him. He chuckles and hugs her while patting her back. When they separate, you’re pretty sure both of them are flustered. You clear your throat. “Anna, this is Constantine, James’ only friend.” Your brother narrows his eyes at you while Constantine laughs. “Good to finally meet you, Anna.” Her eyes widen. “Finally?” Constantine grins. “James has told me a lot about you.” Anna turns a lovely tomato shade as she exclaims, “He has?!” Her voice comes out as a squeak. You’ve always known your brother and Anna harbor affection for each other. You once caught Anna reading a letter from James, but she burned it before you could read it. Month after month, letters arrived at the compound, alongside yours, and you were pretty sure you knew the sender. You… * [[roll your eyes, hoping this will end quickly.|greetjamesandannarolleyes]] * [[watch on amused.|greetjamesandannaamused]] * [[decide to save Anna from this situation. She might combust otherwise.|greetjamesandannastepin]] You roll your eyes, wanting the torture of watching these two interact to end. It’s draining watching two oblivious people who are clearly head over heels for each other. James rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, unsure. Constantine smirks at the pair, adding, “And he was always first to greet the messenger, hoping to get his hands on your next letter.” You heave a sigh. Poor bastards. Before Anna can react, James grabs Constantine’s arm and starts walking away, looking back over his shoulder to tell you both goodnight. Anna turns to you, face impassive and says, “Let’s get back to your chambers. It’s late.” You nod and follow along, wondering if your bath is still warm. [[Dusk Arrives]]James rub the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, unsure. Constantine meets your gaze, an amused smile on his face, before he glances back at the pair to add, “And he was always first to greet the messenger, hoping to get his hands on your next letter.” You smirk. Poor bastards are in love and probably don’t even realize it. Before Anna can react, James grabs Constantine’s arm and starts walking away, looking back over his shoulder to tell you both goodnight. Anna turns to you, face impassive and says, “Let’s get back to your chambers. It’s late.” You nod and follow along, wondering if your bath is still warm. [[Dusk Arrives]]James rubs the back of his neck with his right hand. Clearing his throat, he says, “Well, I talked about everyone back home so it’s not really a big deal.” He avoids her gaze. Anna deflates. “Oh. Right.” James’ head snaps up at her somber tone, regret clear on his face. He reaches out for her and clears his throat. “I did talk about you quite a bit, though, Anna,” he says softly. She looks at him through her lashes, cheeks still pink. You clear your throat. “Well, we should turn in for the night. I’m sure we’ll have some time to catch up at the ball tomorrow.” Goodbyes are exchanged and then you head to your chambers, hoping your bath is still warm. [[Dusk Arrives]]So, once you've reached your chambers, Anna departs and after you’ve washed away weeks of grime and grief, your body longs for sleep. Walking over to your desk to snuff out the final candlelight in your room, you see two letters waiting for you. One bears your father’s wax seal. You… [[read your father's letter first.|kingsletter]] [[read the other letter first.|petletter]]The letter is dated about a month ago, around the time the war ended. //Dear $mcname,// //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine than the thought of us four together again.// //And yet, I mourn for the families of our people who are forever separated by the sacrifices of war. I do not doubt that fighting for our principles is right. But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// //Ah - but I am not writing to you to bear my weights onto your shoulders. I simply wanted to let you know that I look forward to arriving home and having our family in one place again.// //Your brother is equally excited, although I worry about what price he has paid these last years. I can only hope he is better prepared for his ascension to the throne. And I hope your time at the compound has prepared you for whatever path the gods have put you on. For I believe your and your brother’s are intertwined.// //There is much for us to discuss. We’ll see you soon.// //With eternal love,// //Percival// [[You still have more letter to read.]]//Your Highness,// //You, understandably, left the compound in a hurry. I have made arrangements to have your dear pet delivered to the castle in the coming weeks.// //I assure you I have hand-selected the best handlers to ensure their care. They will be treated as a royal pet deserves.// //On a separate note… you are always welcome here should you need refuge.// //Loyally,// //Barren// //Quartermaster// With everything going on, you'd not forgotten about your beloved... * [[...lion.|NamePet2][$pettype to "lion", $lion to true]] * [[...goose.|NamePet2][$pettype to "goose", $goose to true]] * [[...raven.|NamePet2][$pettype to "raven", $raven to true]] * [[...ferret.|NamePet2][$pettype to "ferret", $ferret to true]] * [[...wolf.|NamePet2][$pettype to "wolf", $wolf to true]] * [[ ...nightingale.|NamePet2][$pettype to "nightingale", $nightingale to true]]//Your Highness,// //You, understandably, left the compound in a hurry. I have made arrangements to have your dear pet delivered to the castle in the coming weeks.// //I assure you I have hand-selected the best handlers to ensure their care. They will be treated as a royal pet deserves.// //On a separate note… you are always welcome here should you need refuge.// //Loyally,// //Barren// //Quartermaster// With everything going on, you'd not forgotten about your beloved... With everything going on, you'd not forgotten about your beloved... * [[...lion.|NamePet][$pettype to "lion", $lion to true]] * [[...goose.|NamePet][$pettype to "goose", $goose to true]] * [[...raven.|NamePet][$pettype to "raven", $raven to true]] * [[...ferret.|NamePet][$pettype to "ferret", $ferret to true]] * [[...wolf.|NamePet][$pettype to "wolf", $wolf to true]] * [[ ...nightingale.|NamePet][$pettype to "nightingale", $nightingale to true]]You're looking forward to seeing your $pettype, who you affectionally named... * [[...Ripper.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Ripper"]] * [[...Ajax.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Ajax"]] * [[...Kitty.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Kitty"]] * [[...Puppy.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Puppy"]] * [[...Birdie.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Birdie"]] * [[...Balius.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Balius"]] * [[...Xanthus.|prologue2bedtime][$petname to "Xanthus"]] * [[...something else.|namepetviatext]] <<set $haspet to true>> Having finished with your letters, you lay down to sleep [[- or try to.|prologue3]] <<set $haspet to true>>Your $pettype is named... <<textbox "$petname" "???">> [[Click here after entering a name|prologue2bedtime]]You're looking forward to seeing your $pettype, who you affectionally named... * [[...Ripper.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Ripper"]] * [[...Ajax.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Ajax"]] * [[...Kitty.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Kitty"]] * [[...Puppy.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Puppy"]] * [[...Birdie.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Birdie"]] * [[...Balius.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Balius"]] * [[...Xanthus.|kingsletter2][$petname to "Xanthus"]] * [[...something else.|namepetviatext2]] <<set $haspet to true>> You still have a letter from your father to read. The letter is dated about a month ago, around the time the war ended. //Dear $mcname,// //I long for our family to be reunited. Nothing warms this aging heart of mine than the thought of us four together again.// //And yet, I mourn for the families of our people who are forever separated by the sacrifices of war. I do not doubt that fighting for our principles is right. But I wonder whether the sacrifices were too great.// //Ah - but I am not writing to you to bear my weights onto your shoulders. I simply wanted to let you know that I look forward to arriving home and having our family in one place again.// //Your brother is equally excited, although I worry about what price he has paid these last years. I can only hope he is better prepared for his ascension to the throne. And I hope your time at the compound has prepared you for whatever path the gods have put you on. For I believe your and your brother’s are intertwined.// //There is much for us to discuss. We’ll see you soon.// //With eternal love,// //Percival// [[Head to sleep|prologue2bedtime]]Your $pettype is named... <<textbox "$petname" "???">> [[Click here after entering a name|kingsletter2]]!Prologue Part III: The Harbinger Ceremony <center>//Since life seldom answers to our heart’s desires, of what// //avail are all our hopes and all our strivings? Our spirits// //are always vexed, always are we saying, “Too// //late we came, too soon we must depart!”// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain XVI, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Anna groans.]]</center>"I swear to the gods, $mcname, if you don’t pick an outfit //this// minute. The Queen has already sent three servants to hurry you along.” You roll your eyes as you acknowledge Anna, “What’s my mother going to do - start //my// ball without me?” Still, looking at the outfits with Castelon’s colors, you choose * [[the dyed, all-blue navy toga with gold trim.]] * [[the gorgeous navy blue ball gown with intricate gold beading and off-the-shoulder sleeves.]] * [[navy trousers paired with a long navy tunic with gold belting and gold trim on the sleeves.]]!Prologue Part II: The Night Before Everything Changes <center>//If I were free to use my will, if I were free from cares of// //good and evil in this worthless world, how willingly// //would I choose never to have come here, never to have// //lived here, never to depart hence.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain CCCXVII, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Welcome Home]]</center> <<set $prologue to true>>Before putting on your toga, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization2][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization2][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization2][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization2][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization2][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization2][$chestbinder to true]]Before putting on your ball gown, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization3][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization3][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization3][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization3][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization3][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization3][$chestbinder to true]]Anna helps you into your tunic and trousers, letting out a low whistle. “These are way better than the clothes we wore at the compound.” You nod in agreement, not missing the scratchy training clothes that filled your room there. Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]] Anna helps you into your toga, letting out a low whistle. “I think you wear a toga better than the Oracle’s disciples.” You chuckle at her. Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]] Anna helps you into your ball gown, letting out a low whistle. "Can I borrow this after?” Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]] Before putting on your tunic and trousers, you take a good look in the mirror. * [[Your skin is free from scars - an impressive feat despite all your training at the compound.|PreBallCustomization1][$noscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - these are just reminders of your past trials.|PreBallCustomization1][$justscars to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization1][$justbra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including the scars from your top surgery.|PreBallCustomization1][$topsurgerynobra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there, including those from your top surgery, but your linen bra covers some of them.|PreBallCustomization1][$topsurgerybra to true]] * [[Your skin has scars here and there - some are hidden under your chest binder.|PreBallCustomization1][$chestbinder to true]]Next, in the mirror, your $mceyecolor eyes catch sight of your.... * <<if $freckles is false>>[[...freckled face.|preballcustomizationcont1][$freckles to true]]<</if>> * <<if $glasses is false>>[[...glasses.|preballcustomizationcont1][$glasses to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lipscar is false>>[[...lip scar.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lipscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $eyebrowpiercing is false>>[[...eyebrow piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$eyebrowpiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lippiercing is false>>[[...lip piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$lippiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $nosepiercing is false>>[[...nose piercing.|preballcustomizationcont1][$nosepiercing to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarklip is false>>[[...beauty mark by your lip.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarklip to true]]<</if>> * <<if $beautymarkeye is false>>[[...beauty mark by your eye.|preballcustomizationcont1][$beautymarkeye to true]]<</if>> * [[...other features (end face customization).]] <<nobr>>Your eyes move from your face to your <<cycle "$skintone" autoselect>> <<option "beige">> <<option "tawny">> <<option "bronze">> <<option "umber">> <<option "ebony">> <<option "tan">> <<option "olive">> <<option "porcelain">> <<option "ivory">> <</cycle>> complexion<</nobr>>. And do you have any tattoos? [[Yes.|tattoocustomization]] [[No.|finishballprep]] What kind of tattoos do you have, $mcname? * [[See arm sleeves.|sleevetatcustomization][$tattoo to true]] * [[See back tattoo.|backtattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[See neck and shoulder tattoo.|necktattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[See wrist and ankle tattoo.|wristtattoo][$tattoo to true]] * [[I don't have any more tattoos but I do have some scars!|scarcustomization][$noscars to false]] * [[I don’t have any more tattoo(end customization).|finishballprep]] * [[Actually, I don’t have any tattoo|finishballprep][$tattoo to false]] You take a deep breathe. Surveying you, Anna asks, “Are you nervous, $mcname?” She meets your eyes in the mirror. You shake your head. “Not nervous - apprehensive, I think. Everything’s a mess. James’ abdication, my father’s assassination….” You trail off, not sure how else to explain the tightness in your chest. A feeling that’s wrapped around you since you read the letter a month ago. But you feel as if it were yesterday when you were leaning against the entryway of the compound and a messenger was hastily shouting for your attention. It wasn’t the page who usually delivers your mail, so you knew something was wrong. The trek up the mountains was not an easy one and this rider looked like he had been riding nonstop for many days. Your shaking fingers tore open the letter to reveal nine words that would change the course of your life: //''King dead. James abdicated. You are Next in Line.''// It was brief, to the point and had been written in a hurry. Ten minutes later you and Anna were heading down the mountains - heading home. [["Hey."]]You don’t remember the story behind this particular tattoo, but you know that it says… * [[..."Bad Bitch"|tattoocustomization][$badbitchttat to true]] * [[..."Bad Ass"|tattoocustomization][$badasstat to true]] * [[..."Butt Slut"|tattoocustomization][$buttsluttat to true]] * [[..."Dumbass"|tattoocustomization][$dumbasstat to true]] * [[Actually, I don’t have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization][$lowerbacktat to false]] <<set $lowerbacktat to true>>Anna smiles at you in the mirror. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Plus, I heard the Queen broke out the good wine!” You laugh and offer a smile in appreciation at her attempt to cheer you up. “Let’s not keep the wine waiting, then.” You turn to the… * [[...silver-leafed, laurel crown of flowers interwoven into a circle.|gototheharbingerball1][$tiara to "laurel crown"]] * [[...simple silver circlet and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball2][$tiara to "circlet"]] * [[...silver-framed, diamond jeweled tiara and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball3][$tiara to "tiara"]] * [[...silver-frame, diamond-encrusted diadem and pick it up.|gototheharbingerball4][$tiara to "diadem"]]The silver laurel crown is light in your fingers as you hold it gently with both hands. A true sign of victory. You are, after all, a Verissimo. It is not in your blood to lose. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]The silver circlet is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]The silver tiara is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design. The diamonds sparkle in the candle light of your chambers. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. "Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]The silver diadem is cold in your fingers as you hold it tightly in one hand and use your other to trace the design.The diamonds sparkle in the candle light of your chambers. Closing your $mceyecolor eyes, you think about the dozens of Heirs before you who ascended to become The Harbinger. Confidently, you place the $tiara on its rightful place - your head. “Are you ready?” Anna questions. You take a deep breath and straighten your back. “Let’s go.” Four guards stand outside the ballroom’s double doors, in full gold armor, complete with a sword and royal crested shield each. Only the Elite Guard – made up solely of Knights – wear gold plate armor and carry a shield with the Castelon crest. James smiles as you walk towards him. Your conversation from the night before comes flooding back. You still don’t know why he abdicated, but it’s impossible to forget as you inch closer to the ceremony he was meant to undergo. The path that was never yours to walk. James smirks. “You //almost// make me wish I was The Harbinger in that outfit.” You… * [[...smile at him before taking your place.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjamessmile to true]] * [[...can’t help but laugh.|jamesoffersarm][$preharbingerballjameslaugh to true]] * [[...are pissed at his joke.|negativeresponsetojames][$pissedatharbingerjoke to true]] * [[...ignore his joke - you’re ready to get this over with.|negativeresponsetojames][$ignoreharbingerjoke to true]]<<if $preharbingerballjamessmile>> You smile at James and take your place by his side, ready to face what lies in wait. <</if>><<if $preharbingerballjameslaugh>> “Are you regretting you abdication?” you tease. He rolls his eyes, “Funny, but no, $mcsibling.” Your laughter fills the hallway, “Well, one of us is.” A mischevious look fills his eyes as he smirks and assumes position next to you. <</if>> Your brother offers an arm. You... * [[...loop your arm with his.|enterprologueball]] * [[...prefer not to loop your arm with his.|enterprologueball]]<<if $pissedatharbingerjoke>> You narrow your eyes at your brother. “I can’t believe you’re making a joke about that after pushing your responsibilities onto me.” He flinches - whether from the words or the venom behind them, you know not. What you do know is there’s a guilty look on his face. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off. <</if>><<if $ignoreharbingerjoke>> You can’t find it in yourself to respond. You just want to get this over with. Don’t you? The sooner the ceremony ends, the sooner you have more expectations. Maybe you’re looking forward to that, or maybe you’re dreading it.<</if>> One of the guards knocks on the door twice. Drumming begins, vibrating through your chest as voices inside the ballroom quiet. As the doors slowly open, The Herald’s voice broadcasts the news of your arrival. “$HisHer Royal Highness, Next in Line to the Throne of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname escorted by His Royal Highness, Prince James.” But even with all this unfolding around you, you find that your thoughts turn to the questions you’ve been asking yourself every day. It’s been one thousand years since $ancestor had founded Castelon and Arandale had never breached our shores before. It took you and Anna two weeks to get home after recieving the letter. But you knew the war had ended weeks before that. Why didn’t your mother call you home before everything turned to shit? <<if $touchaverse is false>>An elbow digs into your side.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>James clears his throat softly.<</if>>You glance over to see James with concern in his eyes. Straightening up, you cast aside your thoughts and enter the ballroom. The world is on fire - or so it feels, as hundreds of eyes bore into you. It’s not like this is your first ball, but it’s different. Where these eyes once watched with awe, they now search for mishaps, for any reason to disown you as The Heir. You cannot fail. Silence befalls the room. You force your breathing to remain quiet, lest this audience thinks you weak. You must be more. You must be //strong//. You inch closer to the throne with each step forward on the long blue rug that runs up the dais where a pair of gold thrones with velvet navy cushions sit elevated. Your mother stands in front of one throne. Your eyes linger on the throne where your father sat before glancing at the ceiling. Behind the thrones there are five braziers, each lighting up one of the banners hanging down. The flames illuminate intricate embroidery for each of our gods: Gaia, Letum, Aurora, Eurybia, and Eros. Finally, you reach the steps of the throne, where your mother appraises you with relieved eyes. You guess you were a little late. You… * [[smile awkwardly at her.|harbingerceremony]] * [[give her a quick grin.|harbingerceremony]] * [[roll your eyes at her dramatics.|harbingerceremony]] * <<if $mottostoic is true>>[[remain calm and keep your face straight. (Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|harbingerceremony]]<<elseif $mottostoic is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm //<</if>>One of the guards knocks on the door twice. Drumming begins, vibrating through your chest as voices inside the ballroom quiet. As the doors slowly open, The Herald’s voice broadcasts the news of your arrival. “$HisHer Royal Highness, Next in Line to the Throne of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname escorted by His Royal Highness, Prince James.” But even with all this unfolding around you, you find that your thoughts turn to the questions you’ve been asking yourself every day. It’s been one thousand years since $ancestor had founded Castelon and Arandale had never breached our shores before. It took you and Anna two weeks to get home after recieving the letter. But you knew the war had ended weeks before that. Why didn’t your mother call you home before everything turned to shit? An elbow digs into your side. You glance over to see James with concern in his eyes. Straightening up, you cast aside your thoughts and enter the ballroom. The world is on fire - or so it feels, as hundreds of eyes bore into you. It’s not like this is your first ball, but it’s different. Where these eyes once watched with awe, they now search for mishaps, for any reason to disown you as The Heir. You cannot fail. Silence befalls the room. You force your breathing to remain quiet, lest this audience thinks you weak. You must be more. You must be //strong//. You inch closer to the throne with each step forward on the long blue rug that runs up the dais where a pair of gold thrones with velvet navy cushions sit elevated. Your mother stands in front of one throne. Your eyes linger on the throne where your father sat before glancing at the ceiling. Behind the thrones there are five braziers, each lighting up one of the banners hanging down. The flames illuminate intricate embroidery for each of our gods: Gaia, Letum, Aurora, Eurybia, and Eros. Finally, you reach the steps of the throne, where your mother appraises you with relieved eyes. You guess you were a little late. You… * [[smile awkwardly at her.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballsmile to true]] * [[give her a quick grin.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballquickgrin to true]] * [[roll your eyes at her dramatics.|harbingerceremony][$prologueballrolleyes to true]] * <<if $mottostoic is true>>[[remain calm and keep your face straight. (Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|harbingerceremony]]<<elseif $mottostoic is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm //<</if>><<if $prologueballsmile>> You smile awkwardly at your mother. Both of you know this was meant to be James. The Queen’s eyes soften and she offers you a quick, but gentle smile. The reassurance helps ease some of your anxiety. <</if>><<if $prologueballquickgrin>> You flash your mother a quick grin before anyone can notice. Her face remains impassive, except for the twitch of her lips. <</if>><<if $prologueballrolleyes>> Most would not call the Queen dramatic but you know well enough that she can be. You barely catch the fleeting grimace on her face as you roll your eyes. <</if>><<if $mottostoic>> Late or not, you know better than to embarrass your family during such an important moment. Your mother taught you many things - one of those being composure. Her words echo through you: //When your mind is in chaos, your face will betray you. Breathe. Think. React. ''Only'' in that order.// And so, you keep your mind and body calm - not an easy feat with all the questions swirling inside, threatening to consume you. But when you meet your mother’s eyes this time, you see them shining with pride. <</if>> James steps away from your side to join your mother on the dais. Oracle Davina looks down at you with a soft smile, but their eyes hold trepidation. Do they fear for you or Castelon’s fate? One and the same, perhaps. “Repeat The Harbinger Creed after me, Your Highness.” Oracle Davina looks at you expectantly. You nod your head in understanding. She begins and you repeat each line. “Astra inclinant, sed non obligant.” //The stars incline us, they do not bind us.// “Non ducor duco.” //I am not led, I lead.// “Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.” //I will either find a way or make one.// Oracle Davina removes your $tiara. As The Harbinger, you must place the crown upon your head to symbolize taking destiny into your own hands. You stand and lift your new crown off of the velvet pillow. It feels cold and heavy in your fingers. You stare into the sapphire jewels, centered around gold, and begin to understand the weight a ruler must bear. When the last piece touches your hair, you turn, head held high, and face your guests. Oracle Davina recites the final piece of the ceremony, “Alea iacta est. May the Gods protect Castelon and $hisher Royal Highness, Heir of Castelon, Crown $royaltitle $mcname, The Harbinger.” Lit chandeliers engulf the room. Dignified cheers and exuberant clapping turn to lively music as you begin walking towards the balcony on the other end of the room. [[They came, they saw, and now they party.]] <<set $metvivian to true>>"$mcname." You turn at the sound of James calling your name. “You okay?” you ask. He nods, looking around the room, then turns back to you. “Yeah. I think so,” he shifts so he’s angled toward you. <<if $touchaverse is false>>“You’ve got a busy night ahead, I wanted to see if you wanted to dance with me. Not sure we’ll get another moment alone on our birthday.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>“You’ve got a busy night ahead, I wanted to see if you wanted to join me on the balcony before you get pulled way. Not sure we’ll get another moment alone on our birthday.”<</if>> You… * [[...decline, but suggest he asks Anna.|annainterrupts]] * <<if $touchaverse is false>>[[...accept and put your hand out for him.|dancewithjames][$dancewithjames to true, $jametrust to +4]]<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>[[...nod and follow James to the balcony.|dancewithjames]]<</if>>“I appreciate the offer, James, but I’m not in the mood to dance right now. I was hoping to sneak away for some quiet.” He chuckles. “Fair.” “But, you should ask Anna. I’m sure she’d love to dance with you.” You give him an encouraging smile. He shifts uncomfortably. “Ah - that’s alright. I just wanted to steal some of your time. Anyway, I should go find Constantine.” He gives you a small smile before departing. [[ "Not so fast." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]<<if $touchaverse is false>>You put your hand out, smiling at your brother. “Shall we?” His face brightens and he grabs your hand, tugging you toward the middle of the room. You both fall into step, matching the other's movements, which isn't surprising since your parents made you practice for every ball together. Glancing at your brother’s face, he looks tired. The kind of tiredness that seeps into your bones. A weariness that clings onto you, draining every inch of peace from you. “What?” he asks softly. “You look exhausted, James. Have you been sleeping?” He’s quiet for a moment and you know he’s contemplating lying, brushing it off. “Not well. Not since…” He doesn’t need to finish. You know. Not since your father’s death. “I guess we’re two peas in a pod,” you tell him. “Two smashed peas.” You both laugh and it’s the lightest you’ve felt in a while. “Well,” you muse, “at least we have each other.” He nods and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Always.” The music dies down and your dance ends. James scurries off to find Constantine and you take a deep breath, preparing to sneak away to the balcony. [[ "Not so fast." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You nod, smiling at your brother. “Shall we?” His face brightens and he heads toward the balcony with you at his side. A gently spring breeze wraps around the two of you as both lean over the railing overlooking the garden. For a moment neither of you speak, and you glance at your brother’s face, he looks tired. The kind of tiredness that seeps into your bones. A weariness that clings onto you, draining every inch of peace from you. “What?” he asks softly, head turning to you. “You look exhausted, James. Have you been sleeping?” He’s doesn't respond for a moment and you know he’s contemplating lying, brushing it off. “Not well. Not since…” He doesn’t need to finish. You know. Not since your father’s death. “I guess we’re two peas in a pod,” you tell him. “Two smashed peas.” You both laugh and it’s the lightest you’ve felt in a while. “Well,” you muse, “at least we have each other.” He nods and smiles at you with tears threatening to fall. “Always.” The music from inside the ballroom dies down and your brother lets out a weary sigh. "We'd better return," he says wistfully as he takes a final glance at the garden. You watch him walk away before taking a breath of your own and heading back inside. [[ "There you are." |prologueballmeetupwithanna]]<</if>>“You’re not getting away //that// easily.” Startled, you turn to see Anna right next to you. Where did she come from? You grin. “No one would notice.” She smirks with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Don’t be daft $mcname. This ball is held in your honor, people would notice. Who should we mingle with first?” Your eyes scan the smattering of lace, silk, and wine. You... * [[are curious about the woman standing in the corner.|meetmargaret]] * [[narrow your eyes at two people who look like your old friends.|meetfandfelix]] <<set $metmargaret to true>>Your eyes fall upon a woman lurking in the shadows, red lips sipping from an almost empty glass. Anna follows your line of sight. She grins, “That’s right - you haven’t met Lady Margaret before. I know her from my school days. Let’s go introduce you.” “She doesn’t strike me as the type of woman who wants to be bothered,” you muse. Anna flashes you a mischievous look before bouncing off. You sigh and follow her. On the way, you grab two glasses of red wine when you pass the drink table. Lady Margaret raises her eyebrow as you approach. “Margaret, how are you enjoying the party?” Anna asks. “I thought you’d like to meet $royaltitle $mcname.” “Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Lady Anna.” Margaret turns her attention to you and offers a curious smile as her eyes drink you in. “It’s lovely to meet you $royaltitle $mcname. Is that wine for me?” * [[Yes, you noticed her glass was empty.][$mfriend to $mfriend +2]] * [[No, you were planning to drink both. ❤️][$mflirt to $mflirt +2]]<<set $metf to true>>You narrow you eyes at the two familiar figures. * [[Two men, clearly brothers. The younger one was your first love.|firstloveroute][$FrederickEX to true]] * [[Two men, clearly brothers. The younger one is your ex-best friend.|bffroute][$FrederickBFF to true]] * [[A woman and a man, clearly siblings. The woman was your first love.|firstloveroute][$FreyjaEX to true]] * [[A woman and a man, clearly siblings. The woman is your ex-best friend.|bffroute][$FreyjaBFF to true]] <<set $metf to true>> <<set $metfelix to true>>What sleeve tattoo do you have? * <<if $rightsleeveflowers is false>>[[A sleeve of flowers on your right arm, filled with colorful bluebells, lotuses, asters, and carnations.|tattoocustomization][$rightsleeveflowers to true]]<</if>> * <<if $leftsleeveflowers is false>>[[A sleeve of red poppies on your left arm.|tattoocustomization][$leftsleeveflowers to true]]<</if>> * <<if $leftsleevegods is false>>[[A black and white sleeve of the gods on your left arm.|tattoocustomization][$leftsleevegods to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]] //He paused to run his finger along the inside of the cover, where your family name, Verissimo, was etched. As for your first name, you were named after an ancestor on your mother’s side…// * [[...Violet|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Violet"]] * [[...Varren|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Varren"]] * [[...Atticus|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Atticus"]] * [[...Aemila|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Aemila"]] * [[...Lynx|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Lynx"]] * [[...Rowan|NameConfirmation][$mcname to "Rowan"]] * [[Enter my own name]]You have a tattoo on your... * <<if $lunarcycletat is false>>[[...back of the Lunar Cycle that starts at the top of your spine and moves down the middle.|tattoocustomization][$lunarcycletat to true]]<</if>> * <<if $letumbacktattoo is false>>[[...back of Letum, the God of Death with his Spear of Judgment.|tattoocustomization][$letumbacktattoo to true]]<</if>> * <<if $lowerbacktat is false>>[[...lower back tattoo, just above your bum (click for options).|trampstamptattooption]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]Looking at your wrists and ankles you see... * <<if $crownwristtat is false>>[[...a crown that circles around your right wrist.|tattoocustomization][$crownwristtat to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatwrist is false>>[[...a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around left wrist.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatwrist to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatankle is false>>[[...a serpent devouring it’s own tail as it wraps all the way around your right ankle.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatankle to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don’t have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]]You have a tattoo on... * <<if $serpenttatneck is false>>[[...the back of your neck of a serpent devouring it’s own tail.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatneck to true]]<</if>> * <<if $serpenttatshoulder is false>>[[...your left shoulder of a serpent devouring itself.|tattoocustomization][$serpenttatshoulder to true]]<</if>> * [[Actually, I don't have a tattoo here.|tattoocustomization]] <<if $FrederickEX is true>><<set $fexlove to true>> <<elseif $FreyjaEX is true>><<set $fexlove to true>><<set $Frederick to "Freyja">><<set $pluralf to "Freyja's">><<set $fhe to "she">><<set $fHe to "She">><<set $fhim to "her">><<set $fHim to "Her">><<set $fhis to "her">><<set $fHis to "Her">><<set $fhimself to "herself">><<set $fman to "woman">><<set $fsibling to "sister">><<set $faddress to "Ms.">><<set $widower to "widow">><</if>> You gasp, “Anna, is that $Frederick?” Her eyes land on the young $fman who is engrossed in a conversation with a man who is a bit taller and older. Anna’s eyes widen and she says, “I do believe it is. And is that $fhis brother Felix?” Of course, $fhis brother, they’re only two years apart in age. Felix was an old friend, too. In fact, when you realized $Frederick was gone, you were grateful to find that Felix had left you a letter. You turn to face Anna. “But I thought they had moved abroad? When did they come back?” Anna shrugs, “I have no clue. We should go ask.” She turns to you, waiting to see what you’d like to do. You… * [[ask her to lead the way while you prepare yourself mentally.|prepareexroute]] * [[tell her to give you a moment and then head over there.|momentexroute]]<<if $FreyjaBFF is true>><<set $Frederick to "Freyja">><<set $pluralf to "Freyja's">><<set $fhe to "she">><<set $fHe to "She">><<set $fhim to "her">><<set $fHim to "Her">><<set $fhis to "her">><<set $fHis to "Her">><<set $fhimself to "herself">><<set $fman to "woman">><<set $fsibling to "sister">><<set $faddress to "Ms.">><<set $widower to "widow">><</if>> You gasp, “Anna, is that $Frederick?” Her eyes land on the young $fman who is engrossed in a conversation with a man who is a bit taller and older. Anna’s eyes widen and she says, “I do believe it is. And is that $fhis brother Felix?” Of course, $fhis brother, they’re only two years apart in age. Felix was an old friend, too. In fact, when you realized $Frederick was gone, you were grateful to find that Felix had left you a letter. You turn to face Anna. “But I thought they had moved abroad? When did they come back?” Anna shrugs, “I have no clue. We should go ask.” She turns to you, waiting to see what you’d like to do. You… * [[ask her to lead the way while you prepare yourself mentally.|preparebffroute]] * [[tell her to give you a moment and then head over there.|momentbffroute]]“Well met, Lady Margaret. I did notice your glass was empty as we were making our way over.” She takes the wine from your outstretched hand and glances down into the glass. “How’d you know red was my favorite?” she inquires. Your gaze drops to her painted lips. “Lucky guess,” you say with a chuckle. Her joyous laughter draws your eyes back up. “Lucky indeed, Your Highness,” she smirks at you before taking a sip. Anna clears her throat, you see the amusement swimming in her eyes. “Did you come to the ball alone Margaret?” Margaret nods. “Yes, I’ve been away from Castelon for a few years now. I didn’t have time to find a suitable date.” She could certainly find one if she wanted. Whether or not you were attracted to her, you could see that she was a beautiful woman. It’s a surprise she isn’t married, yet - then again, not everyone wants to get married and arranged marriages are against Castelon law. “That’s right, I’d heard you work with your father now. How are his business endeavors?” Anna asks. Margaret opens her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a guard. He bows his head in respect. “Apologies for the interruption, Your Highness, but the Queen has requested Lady Margaret’s presence in her office.” You nod to the guard. “Best you don’t keep her waiting, Lady Margaret,” you muse. She gives a bow before quickly departing. You turn your head and watch her disappear into the shadows with your mother’s guard in tow. [[Talk to someone else.]]Your eyes scan the smattering of lace, silk, and wine. You... <<if $metmargaret is false>>* [[are curious about the woman standing in the corner.|meetmargaret]]<</if>> <<if $metf is false>>* [[narrow your eyes at two people who look like your old friends.|meetfandfelix]]<</if>> * [[are ready to move on.]]“Alright - you lead the way while I prepare myself.” Anna nods and offers you a reassuring smile. “Perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, feeling a bit more prepared to face your past. Anna starts heading toward them and you fall into step alongside her. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|bffconfession]]“Just a moment - I just need a moment before I face $fhim.” “Of course,” she says, offering you a smile. “And perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve. After a few quiet moments of contemplation, you begin walking towards them, Anna matching your pace. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|bffconfession]]//''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Late Spring''// //You’re lying on a blanket in the grass, $Frederick is on the other end. Sometimes the castle gets overwhelming and you want to get away, so you come out here to watch the clouds. When they can, Anna or $Frederick join you. A smile settles on your lips as you think about your two best friends, the only two people in the world who know your secrets, your dreams, your fears.// //$Frederick turns $fhis head to look at you, so you meet $fhis gaze, too. “Are you ready for your birthday ball tonight?” $fhe asks.// //You shrug. “It’ll be nice to spend some time with my dad. He’s been so busy with the war…"// //$fHe nods. “Do you ever think about if we hadn’t met?”// //“Not really,” you grin, “but my life wouldn’t be near as fun without our adventures.”// //$fHe chuckles. “I agree.” Then turns $fhis gaze back to the sky and adds, “It’s just…sometimes I can’t believe I get to be here. At the castle. I’m lucky to call you my friend.”// //“Best friend,” you say chuckling.// //$fHe laughs. “The very best.” Finally, $fhis watery green eyes turn back to your $mceyecolor gaze. “But really, $mcname, after my parents died…I only had Felix. But you…you’ve been the best friend anyone could ask for.”// //You smile at $fhim. “You’ll always have me. And Anna. And James!”// //A voice calls you from afar, “Your Highness! You ''must'' get ready for the ball.”// //You both get up with a sigh and you say, “I’ll see you tonight, then.”// [[But that was five years ago|exbffmeetingagain]]“Alright - you lead the way while I prepare myself.” Anna nods and offers you a reassuring smile. “Perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, feeling a bit more prepared to face your past. Anna starts heading toward them and you fall into step alongside her. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|exconfession]]“Just a moment - I just need a moment before I face $fhim.” “Of course,” she says, offering you a smile. “And perhaps this is an opportunity to seek the closure you were never afforded.” You nod, taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve. After a few quiet moments of contemplation, you begin walking towards them, Anna matching your pace. It’s been years since you last saw $Frederick. The last time was the night of your sixteenth birthday. You found Felix’s letter the next day and Anna confirmed they were gone. That day, you understood what it meant for your heart to break. A heavy sigh leaves your chest. You thought you’d gotten over $fhis leaving, but the tightness in your chest tells you it still hurts. What’s been broken does not simply stitch itself back together - those tiny scars remain and sometimes ache in moments we least expect them to. [[You Remember That Day All Too Well|exconfession]]//''Solis Occasum Cycle 916, Late Spring''// You did it. You finally did it. You told $Frederick how you feel. And $fhe feels the same. Sunlight flits through the window of your bedroom, warming your face. A contented sigh falls from your upturned lips as you close your eyes and recall what happened last night after you and your twin’s sixteenth birthday ball. //You fingers nervously twitch at your sleeves while you wait for $Frederick to arrive. You’d asked $fhim to meet you here when the stars were at their brightest. Will $fhe show?// //Last week, you were sitting in your father’s office discussing the ball preparations. He’d asked you to stay behind when James left.// //“Father? Is everything okay?” you’d asked.// //He smiled at you and declared that “we must tell those we love how we feel. Life is fleeting, dear, $mcname.”// //You recall how he’d caught you off guard. “I’m unsure who you have in mind.”// //He’d let out a chuckle and turned his eyes to the window where the sun was setting across the garden. “I’ve seen you and $Frederick.” His intelligent $mceyecolor eyes turned to meet yours. “Ask $fhim to meet you after the ball and tell $fhim of your love.”// //Your eyes had widened and you’d felt warmth spread from your neck upwards. “I can’t!”// //“And why not?”// //You looked down at your hands, nails digging into your palm. You whispered, “What if $fhe doesn’t feel the same? What if $fhe doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? I can’t lose $fhim. I need $fhim.”// //Before you knew it, your father’s hands were gently pulling you up from the chair and wrapping you in a hug. “If $fhe rejects you, $fhe is a fool.” You pull back and look at your father. He smiled and concluded, “But either way, your heart will have a way forward. Do not allow it to linger in this purgatory, $mcname.”// //Now, standing here, waiting for $fhim, you remember your father’s words and feel more confident. Footsteps crunch on the dewy grass and you turn to see $Frederick.// //$fHe smiles and comes to a stop a few feet in front of you. You open your mouth but close it, feeling less confident now that $fhe is right in front of you. So close you can see $fhis breath mingle in the cool air.// //“$mcname? Are you okay?” You blink. Then nod. Then grimace, thinking you must look like an idiot.// //You shake away the thoughts. You must free yourself of this trap called love!// //“I wanted to tell you something.” $fHe raises an eyebrow. You clear your throat. “You’re my best friend, $Frederick.” $fHe gives you a soft smile, a rare smile only you know so well.// //You find yourself smiling back. So far so good, $mcname!// //You continue, “You never judge me when I tell you my thoughts, no matter how silly they are.” You take a step closer. “And you always seem to know when I’m feeling overwhelmed and you find a way to whisk me away to a quiet place where you read to me until I fall asleep.” Another step.// //You take a deep breath. “And now I’ve realized it’s not just your companionship I seek, $Frederick. It’s your love.”// //Your close enough to touch now. “I love you.” You hold your hands out, hoping $fhe will take them. Your heart beats loudly and your head pounds as you wait for an eternity.// //$fHe takes your hands and pulls you close. The starlight illuminates $fhis enchanting green eyes as $fhe tilts $fhis head closer to yours. $fHis lips right above yours, $fhe whispers, “I love you, too, $mcname.”// [[But that was five years ago|exlovemeetingagain]] Regardless of how you feel about $Frederick now, you once loved $fhim. And $fhe loved you, or so you thought. For a beautiful, fleeting moment, you //thought// you knew what it was like to be loved as you are. But like the past, $fhe disappeared and with $fhim, $fhis love for you. Your heart speeds up with each step toward $fhim. How could it not? A thousand thoughts overwhelm you. //Why is $fhe back?// //Why did $fhe leave?// //What do you say?// //Did $fhe ever lov-// But now your mind is quiet, save for the pounding that your heart projects. So loud in the deafening silence between two souls that once intertwined. Those green eyes you knew so well stare back, piercing your heart. You can’t look away. Will $fhe disappear if you do? As you come to a stop in front of $fhim, $fhe sucks in a breath and $fhis eyes trace your every inch, as if you’re a figment of $fhis imagination. Oblivious to the internal crisis cascading through your bones, Anna exclaims, “$Frederick, Felix, it’s been time!” You break your gaze away from $fhim and glance at Anna warily. How can she act so friendly while you’re coming undone? Felix clears his throat. “Yes, it has. How are you, Lady Anna?” His eyes turn to drink you in. “And Your Highness, might I say, you look incredible tonight?” You take a good look at Felix. He’s three years older than you if you remember correctly. It’s clear he hasn’t shaved in a week or so, but it suits him. Grateful for a distraction from $Frederick, you offer Felix a smile, and… * [[...ask if they are enjoying the party.|askifenjoyingpartyexlove]] * [[...compliment him. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption1exlove][$felixflirt to +2]] * [[...get flustered by his attention. ❤️|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption2exlove][$felixflirt to +2]] Regardless of how you feel about $Frederick now, you once cared for $fhim. Trusted $fhim. Confided in $fhim with your secrets, your dreams, your fears. And $fhe cared for you, or so you thought. For a beautiful, fleeting moment, you //thought// you knew what it was like to have two true friends who would never leave you. Who would always accept you as you are. But like the past, $fhe disappeared and with $fhim, any semblance of friendship. Your heart speeds up with each step toward $fhim. How could it not? A thousand thoughts overwhelm you. //Why is $fhe back?// //Why did $fhe leave?// //What do you say?// //Did $fhe ever car-// But now your mind is quiet, save for the pounding that your heart projects. So loud in the deafening silence between two souls that once shared everything. Those green eyes you knew so well stare back, piercing your heart. You can’t look away. Will $fhe disappear if you do? As you come to a stop in front of $fhim, $fhe sucks in a breath and $fhis eyes trace your every inch, as if you’re a figment of $fhis imagination. Oblivious to the internal crisis cascading through your bones, Anna exclaims, “$Frederick, Felix, it’s been time!” You break your gaze away from $fhim and glance at Anna warily. How can she act so friendly while you’re coming undone? Felix clears his throat. “Yes, it has. How are you, Lady Anna?” His eyes turn to drink you in. “And Your Highness, might I say, you look incredible tonight?” You take a good look at Felix. He’s three years older than you if you remember correctly. It’s clear he hasn’t shaved in a week or so, but it suits him. Grateful for a distraction from $Frederick, you offer Felix a smile, and… * [[...ask if they are enjoying the party.|askifenjoyingpartybff]] * [[...compliment him. //❤️//|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption1exbff][$felixflirt to +2]] * [[...get flustered by his attention. //❤️//|prologueballflirtwithfelixoption2exbff][$felixflirt to +2]] Smiling at Felix, you say, “Thank you, Felix. You’ve aged like a fine wine.” His green eyes stare at you for a moment, as if trying to decide if you mean it. Finally, he smirks. “I’m glad someone noticed.” Your eyes roam his body as you chuckle. “There’s nothing unnoticeable about you.” Felix takes a step forward looking curiously into your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but it is interrupted $Frederick choking on wine. Felix's eyes widen and he starts patting his $fsibling on the back. $Frederick stop coughing after a moment. “Apologies, I must have been drinking too quickly.” $fHe glances quickly at Felix, then back at you. Anna drags Felix away for more wine, leaving you alone with $Frederick, who turns you to with a smile to say, “Anyway, Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze //❤️//.|bfffaceflushgaze][$fflirt to +2]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." //❤️//|bffbirthdayflirt][$fflirt to +2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered //(Reluctant Flirt)//.|bffreluctantnballflirt][$fflirt to +2]]Heat floods your face as his mischievous hazel eyes meet yours. “Thank you,” you reply quickly, looking away. But you can feel his gaze and you shift under his attention. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Felix tilts his head slightly, a small smirk gracing his face. It widens when you meet his eyes again. “Are you…shy, $mcname?” His tone is teasing and his eyes shine with amusement. He chuckles and takes a step closer. Your eyes widen a bit, surprised by his actions. You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by $Frederick choking on wine. Felix's eyes widen and he starts patting his $fsibling on the back. $Frederick stop coughing after a moment. “Apologies, I must have been drinking too quickly.” $fHe glances quickly at Felix, then back at you. Anna drags Felix away for more wine, leaving you alone with $Frederick, who turns you to with a smile to say, “Anyway, Happy Birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze ❤️.|bfffaceflushgaze]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." ❤️|bffbirthdayflirt]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered (Reluctant Flirt).|bffreluctantnballflirt]]Felix chuckles, “I’d say it's hard not to enjoy the party when the wine is flowing freely.” You laugh lightly. Anna turns to Felix, “Speaking of, let’s go get some wine.” You open your mouth to protest, but they’ve already begun walking away. Well, fuck. You shift uncomfortably. Unsure. What is there to be sure of? Only that you’ve been left alone with someone who you once called a best friend. The person who you shared your fears and dreams with. Who left without a word. And here $fhe is, smiling at you gently. And here your heart is, beating as if $fhe never tore the trust from your limbs. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and brushes a hand through $fhis dark hair. $fHis soft tone sounds the way it always did as $fhe speaks, “You look well, Your Highness. Happy Birthday - by the way.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|bffrefusetoactfine]] * [[...say thank you and ask how long they've been back.|bffhowlongback]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze ❤️.|bfffaceflushgaze]] * [[...say "It's happy now that you're here." ❤️|bffbirthdayflirt]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered (Reluctant Flirt).|bffreluctantnballflirt]] Heat floods your face as his mischievous hazel eyes meet yours. “Thank you,” you reply quickly, looking away. But you can feel his gaze and you shift under his attention. It doesn’t go unnoticed. Felix tilts his head slightly, a small smirk gracing his face. It widens when you meet his eyes again. "Are you…shy, $mcname?” His tone is teasing and his eyes shine with amusement. He chuckles and takes a step closer. Your eyes widen a bit, surprised by his actions. You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by wine spilling down Felix’s tunic. You both turn to look at the culprit. “What the hell?” Felix growls at $fhim. $Frederick shrugs. “Apologies, you know I’m clumsy. Oh - and it’s your favorite tunic as well. How sad.” $fHe frowns at Felix’s tunic, but you swear $fhis lips are twitching. Anna hands Felix a cloth and he mutters a thank you before throwing $Frederick a brief glare. “Let’s go get that stain out,” she suggests. You watch Anna and Felix disappear into the crowd. $Frederick turns back to you with a smile, “Anyway, happy birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. (Reluctant Flirt)|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]]Smiling at Felix, you say, “Thank you, Felix. You’ve aged like a fine wine.” He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to decide if you mean it. Finally, he smirks. “I’m glad someone noticed.” Your eyes roam his body as you chuckle. “There’s nothing unnoticeable about you.” Felix takes a step forward looking curiously into your eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but it is interrupted by wine spilling down his tunic. You both turn to look at the culprit. "What the hell?” Felix growls at $fhim. $Frederick shrugs. “Apologies, you know I’m clumsy. Oh - and it’s your favorite tunic as well. How sad.” $fHe frowns at Felix’s tunic, but you swear $fhis eyes are twinkling. Anna hands Felix a cloth and he mutters a thank you before throwing $Frederick a brief glare. “Let’s go get that stain out,” she suggests. You watch Anna and Felix disappear into the crowd. $Frederick turns back to you with a smile, “Anyway, happy birthday, Your Highness.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. (Reluctant Flirt)|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]]Felix chuckles, “I’d say it hard not to enjoy the party when the wine is flowing free.” You laugh lightly. Anna turns to Felix, “Speaking of, let’s go get some wine.” You open your mouth to protest, but they’ve already begun walking away. Well, fuck. You shift uncomfortably. Unsure. What is there to be sure of? Only that you’ve been left alone with the person who took your heart in $fhis hands and squeezed until it was barely beating. But here $fhe is, smiling at you gently. And here your heart is, beating as if $fhe never tore the love from your limbs. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and brushes a hand through $fhis dark hair. $fHis soft tone sounds the way it always did as $fhe speaks, “You look well, Your Highness. Happy Birthday - by the way.” It catches you off guard. Has anyone said that to you yet? You… * [[...refuse to act as if everything is fine.|prologueballangry]] * [[...say "Thank you," and ask how long they've been back.|thankhim]] * [[...feel your face flush under that green gaze. ❤️|prologueballflush][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...say it's "happy now that you're here." ❤️|hbdbecauseofyouex][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]] * [[...hate the way you're so easily flustered. (Reluctant Flirt)|prologueballexreluctantflirt1][$fflirt to $fflirt +2]]You roll your eyes and fix $fhim with a glare. “Really? After all this time, you expect us to act like everything’s fine?” Your cold voice causes $fhim to stumble back a bit. “I - I just need time to explain everything, to make you understand.” You scoff. “Well, it better be a damn good explanation, $Frederick.” $fHe runs a hand through $fhis dark hair, grimace set on $fhis face. Something shiny catches in the candlelight and your eyes zero in on a ring. Your mouth runs dry. Your $mceyecolor eyes as cold as the Sea of Sorrows. When $fhe follows your gaze and realizes you’ve seen it, $fhe starts fiddling with the ring, nervous energy bouncing off $fhim. $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]You have questions. Questions only $fhe can answer. And conflicting emotions of hurt, anger, and relief wrap around your body. But you can’t find it in you to be cold - not when $fhe looks at you with those green eyes, eyes you once trusted. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you reply softly, a strained smile on your face. "How long have you been back?" “We’ve been back for a couple of months.” Months! How did you not know? Why didn't your mother write to tell you? You nod, “I see.” “I wanted to see you and Anna,” $fhe frowns. “I didn’t know… there are things I need to explain and I don’t know where to start.” $fHe brushes a hand through $fhis hair and that’s when the light bounces off something shiny. A ring. Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is that a wedding ring?” It comes out a whisper but $fhe hears you and takes a step closer. “Yes, I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]]You glance away, feeling heat flood your face. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you say softly. Glancing back at $fhim from the side. $fHe bites $fhis lip. After a moment, $fhe starts to speak, “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname,” you smile softly, face still heated. “Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you grab $fhis hand. A ring. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHe pulls $fhis hand back, fiddling the ring with $fhis other hand. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]] <<set $fflirt to $fflirt +2>>You bite your lip, meeting $fhis eyes, and reply, “It’s happy now that you’re here.” $fHe sucks in a breath and searches your face, drinking you in. “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname. Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you grab $fhis hand. A ring. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHe pulls $fhis hand back, fiddling the ring with $fhis other hand. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]] You wish $fhe didn’t have this effect on you. But there are so many emotions and questions coursing through you. And those green eyes and that soft voice send butterflies through your stomach. You take a deep breath, hating $fhis effect on you. Wishing you could hate $fhim. You break eye contact. Neither of you knows what to say and the uneasy silence wraps around you both. $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, your eyes narrow at $fhis hand. A ring. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHe starts fiddling with the ring. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriage]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriage]] * [[...wonder why you weren't enough.]] <<set $fflirt to $fflirt +2>>Your heart is racing and your fingers twitch. Standing straighter, you cross your arms behind your back, your face an expressionless mask. To the outside world, you are a calm and collected royal, but that’s not the truth. Your mind is aching to understand how you were confessing your love in one moment and then five years passed. But this isn’t different from thoughts that you’ve had before. Thoughts on what was. On what could have been. On how what should have been an infinite, beautiful, love turned into a finite, tragic, loss. $fHis eyes search you as if you’ve been lost at sea. Like //you’re// the one who disappeared and came storming in after all this time. The stretch of silence is broken by Felix and Anna reappearing with wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You give her a nod. But she knows better. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $HisHer Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of unspoken words. [[Talk to someone else.]] You’re not sure how to respond. Or how to feel. You weren’t sure when, or if, you would see each other again. Of course, you say the most intelligent thing you can think of. “Oh.” Anna and Felix reappear with four glasses of wine. Felix takes a sip of wine and hums. “Is this the vintage we drank at your sixteenth birthday, $mcname?” You laugh. “I’m surprised you remember that.” Felix’s lips curve into an easy-going smile as you enjoy your favorite wine. “It’s not as if I could forget the night my $fsibling confessed $fhis feelings for you.” Anna chokes on her wine. You have to get out of here before your heart leaps out of your chest. You look at Anna, wine all but dripping onto her dress. You say, “Oh dear, let’s get you some water. Excuse us.” You tug her sleeve and quickly flee. Gracefully, of course. [[Talk to someone else.]] You have... * <<if $daggerneckscar is false>>[[...a neck scar from a dagger.|scarcustomization][$daggerneckscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $clawneckscar is false>>[[...a claw mark scar on your neck.|scarcustomization][$clawneckscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $barbedwirescararm is false>>[[...a lower arm scar from where barbed wire dug into your skin.|scarcustomization][$barbedwirescararm to true]]<</if>> * <<if $deepscarrunninguparm is false>>[[...a deep scar that runs up your arm.|scarcustomization][$deepscarrunninguparm to true]]<</if>> * <<if $clawbicepscar is false>>[[...a claw mark scar on your bicep.|scarcustomization][$clawbicepscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $thighscar is false>>[[...a rigid scar across your thigh.|scarcustomization][$thighscar to true]]<</if>> * <<if $abdomenscar is false>>[[...a horizontal abdomen scar.|scarcustomization][$abdomenscar to true]]<</if>> * [[I don't have any more scars.|finishballprep]] * [[Actually, I don't have any scars.|finishballprep][$noscars to true]] Looking $fhim in the eyes, you ask, “Was I not enough for you?” A conflicting mixture of hurt and regret flashes through $fhis eyes but you remain unyielding. “My love wasn’t enough so you sought comfort with someone else?” Your throat is constricting, your lungs aching for air, and your heart beats a slow, painful rhythm. $fHe shakes $fhis head rapidly and looks deeply into your eyes, hoping you’ll take $fhis next words for what they are. “It was //never// you, $mcname. It was //me// - I was an orphaned teenager with nothing to offer. How could you ever want me? How could //I// ever be enough for you?” “Gone,” your voice breaks. “You were just //gone//.” The agony thrashing in $fhis green eyes can only compare to your inner turmoil. $fHe takes a step closer and $fhis fingers twitch at $fhis side. You clear your throat and mind from the fog that threatens to overtake you. “You only had to stay,” you whisper. $fHe puts $fhis head in $fhis hands. After a moment, $fhe looks back up at you. “I //never// would have left if…” Thinking better of it $fhe says, “There are things I need to tell you. But not here…I’m not sure who can be trusted here.” “And when will you tell me, $Frederick?” “Soon, I promise.” You look away, out at your guests. Living their lives, dancing through this losing battle of time, free of worries. $fHe steps next to you, out of touch, but close enough that you feel that warmth you once longed for. You turn your eyes to $fhis. $fHe reaches a hand toward your face but it doesn’t make contact. Hovering above, like everything left unsaid. “The stars guided me back to you,” $fhe murmurs softly. “and I will stay as long as you allow.” Anna and Felix appear with four glasses of wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You shake your head. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $HisHer Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of emotions. [[Talk to someone else.]] You roll your eyes and fix $fhim with a glare. “Really? After all this time, you expect us to act like everything’s fine?” Your cold voice causes $fhim to stumble back a bit. “I - I just need time to explain everything, to make you understand.” You scoff. “Well, it better be a damn good explanation, $Frederick.” $fHe runs a hand through $fhis dark hair, grimace set on $fhis face. Something shiny catches in the candlelight and your eyes zero in on a ring. Your mouth runs dry. Your $mceyecolor eyes as cold as the Sea of Sorrows. When $fhe follows your gaze and realizes you’ve seen it, $fhe starts fiddling with the ring, nervous energy bouncing off $fhim. $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]You have questions. Questions only $fhe can answer. And conflicting emotions of hurt, anger, and relief wrap around your body. But you can’t find it in you to be cold - not when $fhe looks at you with those green eyes, eyes you once trusted. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you reply softly, a strained smile on your face. “We’ve been back for a couple of months.” Months! How did you not know? Why didn't your mother write to tell you? You nod, “I see.” “I wanted to see you and Anna,” $fhe frowns. “I didn’t know… there are things I need to explain and I don’t know where to start.” $fHe brushes a hand through $fhis hair and that’s when the light bounces off something shiny. A ring. Your eyes widen and you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is that a wedding ring?” It comes out a whisper but $fhe hears you and takes a step closer. “Yes, I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]]You glance away, feeling heat flood your face. “Thank you, $Frederick,” you say softly. Glancing back at $fhim from the side. $fHe bites $fhis lip. After a moment, $fhe starts to speak, “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname,” you smile softly, face still heated. “Like you used to.” $fHis eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you grab $fhis hand. A ring. You look into $fhis eyes, a silent question. $fHe pulls $fhis hand back, fiddling the ring with $fhis other hand. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]] You bite your lip, meeting $fhis eyes, and reply, “It’s happy now that you’re here.” $fHe sucks in a breath and searches your face, drinking you in. “$royaltitle $mcname - “ You cut $fhim off, “Call me $mcname, just $mcname. Like you used to.” $His eyes soften and $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, you grab $fhis hand. A ring. You look into his eyes, a silent question. $fHe pulls $fhis hand back, fiddling the ring with $fhis other hand. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]] You wish $fhe didn’t have this effect on you. But there are so many emotions and questions coursing through you. And those green eyes and that soft voice send butterflies through your stomach. You take a deep breath, hating $fhis effect on you. Wishing you could hate $fhim. You break eye contact. Neither of you knows what to say and the uneasy silence wraps around you both. $fhe sighs, brushing $fhis hair back with $fhis left hand. Something catches the light and shines in your eye. Instinctively, your eye narrow at $fhis hand. A ring. You look into his eyes, a silent question. $fHe starts fiddling with the ring. No - It can’t be. Is that? $fHis eyes look everywhere but your face. “I got married a couple of years ago.” Married? You... * [[...refuse to allow this to break your fascade, although this information does affect you.|stoicreactiontomarriagebff]] * [[...aren't sure how to respond.|arentsurehowtorespondtomarriagebff]] You’re not sure how to respond. Or how to feel. You weren’t sure when, or if, you would see each other again. Of course, you say the most intelligent thing you can think of. “Oh.” Anna and Felix reappear with four glasses of wine. Felix takes a sip of wine and hums. “Is this the vintage we drank at your sixteenth birthday, $mcname?” You laugh. “I’m surprised you remember that.” Felix’s lips curve into an easy-going smile as you enjoy your favorite wine. “I'd never forget the wine I was drinking when I stepped out for fresh air and caught Anna and James kissing.” Your eyes widen. Anna chokes on her wine. You eye her, wondering why she never told you. The wine is all but dripping onto her dress. They'll be time to inquire later, so you say, “Oh dear, let’s get you some water. Excuse us.” You tug her sleeve and quickly flee. Gracefully, of course. [[Talk to someone else.]] Your heart is racing and your fingers twitch. Standing straighter, you cross your arms behind your back, your face an expressionless mask. To the outside world, you are a calm and collected royal, but that’s not the truth. Your mind is aching to understand how someone you called a best friend simply walked out of your life. But this isn’t different from thoughts that you’ve had before. Thoughts on what was. What life with the two people you trusted most by your side would have been like. On how what should have been an infinite, beautiful, friendship turned into a finite, tragic, loss. $fHis eyes search you as if you’ve been lost at sea. Like //you’re// the one who disappeared and came storming in after all this time. The stretch of silence is broken by Felix and Anna reappearing with wine. Anna takes a careful look at you, asking with her eyes if you’re okay. You give her a nod. But she knows better. Anna hands you a glass of wine and turns to Felix and $Frederick. “I’m sure we’ll see each other later, but right now, $hisher Highness has guests to mingle with.” And with that, she gently tugs your sleeve so you follow her away from the minefield of unspoken words. [[Talk to someone else.]] You can’t count how many meaningless conversations you’ve engaged in tonight. At least there were a few interesting ones. Anna hands you another glass of wine then raises an eyebrow. “So, are you going to ask someone to dance?” Dancing might be fun. This could be your chance to find out more about your guests and what’s been going on in your time away. You should have time for multiple dances, if you want. [[Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]You decide to… * <<if $dancecprologue is false>> [[...find the Knight in shining armor|constantineprologueball]] (Constantine).<</if>> * <<if $dancemprologue is false>>[[...conduct business with a crown liaison|margaretprologueball]] (Margaret).<</if>> * <<if $dancefprologue is false>>[[...entertain someone that you used to know|fandfprologueball]] ($Frederick and Felix).<</if>> * <<if $dancefprologue is true and $dancemprologue is true and $dancecprologue>>[[...retire for the night.|retirefromprologueball]]<</if>> You let out a weary sigh and glance at Anna. “I’m quite tired. I think it’s time to retire.” Anna smiles sympathetically, “Of course.” She follows your path to the doors. As you make your way to the exit, you can’t shake the feeling that the moment you entered, a new course was set. What lies in wait remains to be seen… You make it back to your room with little social interaction. The gentle candlelight and quiet of your bedroom is a stark contrast to the busy and blinding atmosphere of the ball. “Want me to draw you a bath $mcname?” You shake your head. Anna grabs your night clothes and lays them over the vanity chair. Then, she asks, “I know it was a lot, but you had fun, right?” As you remove your ball attire, you consider the night. Who you talked to. The things you learned. It seems you’re left with more questions than answers. “It was certainly different than I expected.” Your favorite part was… * [[...none of it. It was draining.|prologueballretiredraining]] * [[...spending time with|prologueballretirejc]] James and Constantine. * [[...learning more about|prologueballretirem]] Margaret. * [[...catching up with|prologueballreturefandf]] Felix and $Frederick. “I’m going to find Constantine,” you announce. Anna smirks, “It shouldn’t be too hard to find him. He’s probably attached to your brother’s hip though.” You both weave through the ball, aiming to avoid your stuffy noble guests. Finally, your eyes land on him. Not only is he with your brother, but he’s also standing with your mother which causes you to stop abruptly. Anna, moving too quickly, bumps into you. “What the hell, $mcname?” “Sorry, it’s just…” you trail off, feeling dread spread throughout your body at the thought of what your mother might be saying at your expense. Anna peers around you. “Oh, I see. Don’t want your mother to see you flirting?” You bristle. “Flirting? I just wanted to find out who my brother's guard really is!” Anna raises her eyebrows. You look back at your mother and frown. “If she sees me show interest in anyone, even platonic interest, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Anna snorts, “Is that such a bad thing? She just wants to see you happy. And you clearly need it...” Your frown. Is the chaos that’s unfolding inside you that obvious? Before you can ask, she trudges forward, leaving you no choice but to follow. James is the first to notice your approach. You join their little circle which is situated at the bottom of the dias. James smugly exclaims, “Perfect timing $mcsibling - mother was just about to tell Constantine about your first time riding a horse.” Nausea rises up your chest and you can feel the heat spread across your face. “That won’t be necessary, mother,” you say hastily. Constantine raises an eyebrow, “I’m actually quite invested in this after hearing about the time you threw up out the window and it ended up on the date James brought to your father’s birthday ball.” James crosses his arms. “That one’s not even funny!” You hate to agree with your brother, but you don’t want to think about what else your mother might have told Constantine. Time for a diversion. * [[Ask Constantine to dance.|prologueballaskctodance]] * [[Ask Constantine to walk around the room with you.|prologuedanceaskctowalk]] <<set $dancecprologue to true>>“I want to know more about the business that the crown liaison, Lady Margaret, conducts with mother.” Anna smirks, “That sounds like an excuse to me. Perhaps you want to know more about the crown liaison herself?” You tsk. “Don’t be silly - I’m simply performing my royal duties. It’s important that I know the goings-on of the court if I’m to succeed as The Harbinger.” Anna narrows her eyes. “Oh, yes, of course. Let’s find her then.” After minutes, that feel like hours, of walking around the ball, you’ve yet to find her. You sigh, frustrated. “Perhaps she left.” “Let’s step outside for some fresh air then. You wanted to head out to the balcony earlier, anyway.” You nod and stride out the double doors onto the balcony, Anna by your side. The starlight shines brightly, illuminating shadows on the balcony. Alas, the gods must favor you tonight, as the woman you seek is overlooking the gardens. “Lady Margaret?" She turns around and the lights from the ballroom stream through the door and dance in her eyes. Her tinted lips shining in the moon’s light. “Your Highness! I hoped we would cross paths again tonight.” Anna smirks. “$mcname wanted to discuss your duties as a crown liaison.” “I see. Is that all?” She raises an eyebrow at you. You search her eyes but are unable to decipher any emotion of any kind. You.. * [[...lean against the balcony for a chat.|chatwmatbalconyprologue]] * [[...suggest chatting over a dance.|prologuedancewithm]] <<set $dancemprologue to true>><<if $fexlove>> “I can’t believe $Frederick got married. It feels...odd to even think about.” Anna raises her eyebrow at you. “Why, because you thought that you’d marry $fhim?” You sigh, “I don't know. I was young, naive, and in love.” Anna laughs, “Two of those are still true, dear Harbinger.” You roll your eyes at her teasing. But is she wrong? You might not be that much older at twenty-one, but you feel as if you’ve learned a lot about the world since then. A lot about reality. Then again, it lately feels like you know nothing at all. <<if $touchaverse is false>>Anna nudges you and you follow her eyes. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey," Anna says to get your attention. She nods toward the two of them. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.”<</if>> You chuckle. “Are we spies now?” She gives you an amused look. “Why not?” She starts heading over there and you have no choice but to oblige - lest she say something embarrassing on your behalf. Felix meets your eyes as you walk over, sends you a quick wink, then glances back at his $fsibling, who turns to look at you over $fhis shoulder. Felix smirks as you approach. “Two visits in one night? We must be special, Your Highness.” Anna sighs dramatically, “Indeed, you're //just// entertaining enough to warrant our attention.” $Frederick chuckles. “And who’s to say we want your attention, Anna?” Anna scoffs. “I always was the best part of this friend group.” She stands up a little taller and you raise your eyebrow at her. //“Anyway//, we wanted to hear more about your return to Castelon. And your marriage.” You take a sip of wine, hoping that it sounded subtle. <</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> “I can’t believe $Frederick got married. And lost $fhis wife. I can’t imagine how $fhe feels.” Anna snorts, “You can’t imagine because you’ve never loved anyone.” “Oh? How do you know?”, you ask. “And what do //you// know of love, anyway, Anna?” She ignores your question, the nudges you. “$Frederick and Felix are free - let’s go gather some intel.” You chuckle. “Are we spies now?” She gives you an amused look. “Why not?” She starts heading over there and you have no choice but to oblige - lest she say something embarrassing on your behalf. Felix meets your eyes as you walk over, sends you a quick smirk, then glances back at his $fsibling, who turns to look at you over $fhis shoulder. Felix smirks as you approach. “Two visits in one night? We must be special, Your Highness.” Anna sighs dramatically, “Indeed, you're //just// entertaining enough to warrant our attention.” $Frederick chuckles. “And who’s to say we want your attention, Anna?” Anna scoffs. “I always was the best part of this friend group.” She stands up a little taller and you raise your eyebrow at her. “Anyway, we wanted to hear more about your return to Castelon and what you’ve been up to.”<</if>> $Frederick tells you… [[...to follow|followftobalcony]] $fhim to the balcony for some fresh air to chat. [[...to dance|dancewithfchoiceprologue]] while $fhe catches you up. <<set $dancefprologue to true>>You turn your attention to Constantine. “Perhaps I could instead entertain you with a dance, Constantine?” From the corner of your eye, you see your mother’s eyes widen. Exactly what you were hoping to avoid, but better than more embarrassment. “It would be an honor, Your Highness.” You take his outstretched arm and walk to the dance floor. “I thought we were past titles and formalities, Constantine.” His hands are warm and comforting. //He// is warm and comforting - you can see it in the way your brother is relaxed when Constantine is around. Constantine smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling under the candlelight chandelier overhead. “Perhaps in private, but it wouldn’t be proper in front of the Queen.” You… * [[...bond over your mutual enjoyment from teasing James.|prologueballdancebondwithc][$cfriend to +2]] * [[...bite your lip and glance at him. ❤️|prologueballdancecshyflirt][$cflirt to +2]] * [[...ask when he plans to get you alone. ❤️|prologueballdancecboldflirt][$cflirt to +2]]You turn your attention to Constantine. “It’s a bit stuffy in here, fancy a walk Constantine?” From the corner of your eye, you see your mother narrow her eyes. “Sure, I could stretch my legs, Your Highness.” He joins your side and you begin taking a turn around the room. “I thought we were past titles and formalities, Constantine.” Constantine smiles at you, his blue eyes sparkling from the candlelight. “Perhaps in private, but it wouldn’t be proper in front of the Queen.” “Such a gentleman. Truly a shame that my brother hasn’t learned from you.” You sigh. “Is it? We wouldn’t have so many opportunities to tease his character if that were the case.” He throws you a grin. You laugh. “Good point. Suppose you’re not all brawn, then?” He smirks. “I doubt I’m as well read as James has told me you are, but I can hold my own.” “Good - we might just run my brother out of the capital.” You both share a mischievous smile as you rejoin the group. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… * [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] * [[...feel the same way.]] * [[shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]Your stomach is doing flips and he doesn’t even know his affect. Biting your lip, you glance at him and feel your face warm when he meets your gaze with a smile. Quickly, you look away, taking a quiet breath. You dance in silence for a few minutes. “I hope my mother hasn’t told you too many embarrassing things.” His blue eyes twinkle in amusement. The music dies down so you finish your dance and begin walking back to the others. He chuckles. “Oh, don’t worry,” he replies. “The embarrassing stories only make you more interesting.” Your eyes widen, but you don’t have time to think of a response at you arrive back to your mother, James, and Anna. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend to +2]] [[shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]] You tilt your head to the side and look into the thrashing waves that are his eyes. “In private, hm? When do you plan to get me alone, Constantine?” His eyes widen and you can already see the wheels turning. You know that you shouldn’t tease him, but it’s so easy - and fun. “I didn’t mean to imply anything untoward!” His hand moves further up on your back. You nod. “Oh, I see, you have no interest in me, after all.” He shakes his head, “Yes - wait, no! I am interested in -” He closes his mouth abruptly and takes a deep breath. He glances up at the ceiling, shakes his head a little, and states, “You’re much more like your brother than I was initially led to believe.” You can’t help the smile that graces your lips, “And that’s a bad thing?” He smiles back you softly, “Quite the opposite, $mcname.” His smile takes your breath away. You finish the rest of the dance in comfortable silence, his hand wrapping around yours like a glove. A feeling of warmth and safety you’ve been lacking for far too long. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend to +2]] [[shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]The two of you begin to dance around the center of the room. “Such a gentleman. Truly a shame that my brother hasn’t learned from you.” You sigh dramatically. “Is it? We wouldn’t have so many opportunities to tease his character if that were the case.” He throws you a grin. You laugh. “Good point. Suppose you’re not all brawn, then?” He smirks. “I doubt I’m as well read as James has told me you are, but I can hold my own.” “Good - we might just run my brother out of the capital.” You both share a mischievous smile as you fall into a moment of silence. Shortly after, the dance dies down and you rejoin the group. As you approach, the Queen wears a massive smile. “Constantine, I meant to ask, are you interested in marriage?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. Regardless of you and James' feelings on marriage or love, your mother will always find an unsubtle way to meddle in your lives. Thankfully, she knows to back off when you and your brother remind her. You can tell Constantine's amused by the question, but your brother chimes in before he can answer her. “Arranged marriages are frowned upon in Castelon, //remember//, mother?” The Queen purses her lips. “I was merely asking a question, James.” Constantine chimes in, “Nevertheless, Your Majesty, I only plan to marry if I fall in love first.” Anna lets out a dreamy sigh and you give her a wary glance. “How romantic. Don’t you think so, $mcname?” You… [[...think that’s a romantic notion, but not practical.]] [[...feel the same way.][$cfriend to +2]] [[shrug. "It's not something I've thought about."]]“It’s a romantic notion, indeed, but not really practical. We live in a complicated world and love rarely works out. People care more about themselves than they do about others.” Amusement shines in the Knight's eyes. “A little cynical, no?” he asks. You raise an eyebrow, “Cynicism or realism?” You stare at each other for a moment, assessing the other. James coughs breaking whatever tension there was. Constantine chuckles and smiles. “Thank you for the chat, Your Highness. I hope we’ll get the opportunity to continue this conversation another time. I’ll have to work on a rebuttal.” [[You smile and nod, “Until then.” Turning away with Anna by your side, you proceed to circle the ballroom.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] “A romantic notion, indeed, and one I wholeheartedly support.” You and Constantine exchange smiles. The Queen lets out a dramatic sigh, “And when do you think that will be, darling?” You break eye contact with Constantine and give your mother a sigh. “These things take time, mother. People don’t just fall in love in a single night.” Anna chimes in, “That's right - it takes at least a month.” You turn to her incredulous before realizing she’s jesting. “A month? I’d think real love blossoms in only a week,” James exclaims. Everyone’s amused except for the Queen who rolls her eyes. You... * [[...use this opportunity to tease James and Anna.|teaseaandjball]] * [[...use this opportunity to escape.|prologueballespacemother]]You shrug and throw your best friend an unimpressed look. “It’s not something I’ve ever thought about in all honesty.” Your mother stares at your for a moment and then nods. “Well, that’s perfectly acceptable. Marriage is not for everyone and neither is romance. And even for those who are interested, it doesn’t need to be central to their every thought.” Offering her a small smile, you say, “Indeed, mother. Regardless, I’ll always have your love, right?” The Queen’s lips twitch and her gaze softens. “Always, $mcname.” Your mother may not be the best at showcasing her emotions, but not everyone feels the love of their parents. This is a privilege you find yourself grateful for. Turning to the others, you declare, “Well, I better return to the ball.” [[Goodbyes are exchanged and then Anna follows you away from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] You laugh, “Perhaps you should play matchmaker for these two, mother. They seem to be on the same wavelength.” Amused, you watch James and Anna hastily look at each other and then away. Constantine nods, “That's an idea, Your Highness.” Your mother looks between the two of them. Anna gulps so loudly that you know you’re not the only one that heard it. You should probably save her before your mother sends out wedding invitations. “Well, as much as I enjoyed our chat Constantine, I need to mingle with other guests.” He grins at you, “Perhaps we’ll get together again soon and terrorize your brother.” [[You laugh merrily, “Until then!” And with that, you and Anna depart from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]A momentary lapse is all you need to escape from the exchange and return to your ball. Clearing your throat, you glance around. “Well, this was an interesting conversation, but I’d better return to the ball. Harbinger duties and all that.” Your mother gives you an appraising smile. “Later, then.” [[Goodbyes are exchanged and then Anna follows you away from the little group.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]You lean against the railing, glancing at your father’s prized garden below. Anna announces she’s going to grab a snack. “What sort of business does my mother conduct with your family?” She smiles. “Perhaps that’s a question best left for the Queen herself.” You smirk confidently. “Did you miss the ceremony, Lady Margaret? I’m half of Castelon’s Crown now.” Her eyes trail down your body. “Quite a lovely //Crown// you are, darling.” You… * [[...run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. |prologuemshyflirtbalcony][$mflirt to +2]] //❤️// * [[...wink at her and reply, “You’re quite lovely yourself.” |prologumboldflirtbalcony][$mflirt to +2]] //❤️// * [[...redirect the conversation to try and get the information you wanted.|prologuembalconyredirect][$mfriend to +2]]“Why don’t we chat over a dance?” Margaret glances behind you and wrinkles her nose. You turn to look and notice the dance floor filled with couples gliding along. The music, though faint, filters outdoors. You turn back and put your hand out. “We could dance on the balcony.” Seemingly relieved, she smiles and takes your hand. Anna says she’s going to grab a snack, but not before throwing a subtle smirk over her shoulder. A gentle breeze blows Margaret’s hair and you recognize the floral, citrusy fragrance. “Neroli perfume?” She smiles.“Indeed. My father’s main export is perfume.” She positions herself closer to you, brown eyes twinkling among the mixture of starlight and the ballroom light. You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “What sort of business does my mother conduct with your family?” She grins. “Perhaps that’s a question best left for the Queen herself.” You smirk confidently. “Did you miss the ceremony, Lady Margaret? I’m half of Castelon’s Crown now.” Her eyes trail down your body. “Quite a lovely //Crown// you are, darling.” You… * [[...run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. ///❤️//|prologuemdanceshyflirt][$mflirt to +2]] * [[...wink at her and reply, “You’re quite lovely yourself.” //❤️//|prologuemdanceboldflirt][$mflirt to +2]] * [[...redirect the conversation to try and get the information you wanted.|prologuemdanceredirect][$mfriend to +2]] Running a hand through your hair, you focus your eyes out on the garden instead of the woman who so easily sends your heart skipping. “Well, you’re even lovelier now.” She has a small smile on her face and she knows exactly the effect she’s having. Your eyes dart to her brown ones, full of both warmth and amusement. So easy to get lost in. But maybe you’d like that. Shaking your thoughts away, you say, “So, this business…” She sighs and purses her lips. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]You wink at her. “Pretty lovely yourself, my Lady.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” You nod. “Well,” she says, leaning closer “I can’t deny what you’re saying. I am //very// lovely. She smirks and you laugh. “Very modest as well,” you quip. Clearing your throat, you redirect the conversation back to what you were asking. “So, back to business.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]You clear your throat. “Thank you, Margaret.” You give her a pointed look. “Now, we were discussing your business with the Crown?” She lets out a sigh. “You’re relentless, Harbinger.” Frustrated as she pretends, her eyes are teasing. She glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]Running a hand through your hair, you focus your eyes out on the garden instead of the woman who so easily sends your heart skipping. “Well, you’re even lovelier now.” She has a small smile on her face and she knows exactly the effect she’s having. Your eyes dart to her brown ones, full of both warmth and amusement. So easy to get lost in. But maybe you’d like that. Shaking your thoughts away, you say, “So, this business…” She sighs and purses her lips. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]] You wink at her. “Pretty lovely yourself, my Lady.” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” You nod. “Well,” she says, pulling you closer, “I can’t deny what you’re saying. I am //very// lovely. She smirks and you laugh. “Very modest as well,” you quip. Clearing your throat, you redirect the conversation back to what you were asking. “So, back to business.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, fine.” Margaret glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” Your heart speeds up at the closer proximity. “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]You clear your throat. “Thank you, Margaret.” You give her a pointed look. “Now, we were discussing your business with the Crown?” She lets out a sigh. “You’re relentless, Harbinger.” Frustrated as she pretends, her eyes are teasing. She glances around, almost imperceptibly, before looking at you with her serious brown eyes. She leans closer speaking in your ear, “We’re also in the business of transporting precious cargo.” “Care to elaborate?” A voice emerges from the shadows and you both jump apart. “War refugees from Arandale.” You turn to your mother with a grimace and flushed cheeks. “Gods, mother, you gave us a fright.” The Queen offers you a tight smile. “Sorry, darling. Why don’t we head to my office for a chat?” You look around warily, “Are there others lurking in the shadows?” She shrugs her shoulders. “You can’t be too careful.” “Alright, color me intrigued,” you say. [[The three of you weave through the guests until you reach your mother’s office.]]Once the door closes behind her, your mother walks to the desk and takes a seat. The rigid light reveals her stress lines. You can’t help but think of your father five years ago, in this same chair, with those stress lines. Is that your destiny? Stressed to wit’s end? Your mother gestures to the chairs. “Please, take a seat, both of you.” You’re tired of being in the dark. Another question without an answer is not what you need right now. “Enough decorum. What’s this business about Arandese refugees?” You glance between your mother and Margaret. “You know Castelon’s history, $mcname. When $ancestor fled, $heshe still made every effort, until $hisher passing, to rescue those trapped in misery. Those left in Arandale.” How could you forget your father’s lessons on your history? When you were a child, you didn’t really understand why your country had gone to war with Arandale. It wasn’t until your 12th birthday that your mother explained to James and you. For a decade, Castelonians on the coast had gone missing. More and more every year. Eventually, someone returned. And what they told us was enough for war. Arandale had been kidnapping our people to begin replacing their dwindling servus numbers. Something had to be done and war was the only logical answer. The Queen clears her throat and continues. “Your father and I decided that fighting wasn’t enough. Rescuing our people wasn’t enough. We needed to rescue as many Arandese people as possible and show them that there is another life.” Margaret adds, “My father’s personal persona is one of a neutral businessman and it allows him access to many trade routes that other Castelonians can’t reach. He’s one of the few outsiders with access to Arandale.” You turn to her and ask, “What’s your role in this, Lady Margaret?” “Publicly, I’m a liaison between my father’s imports and the things the Crown wants procured. In reality, my role is a spy for your mother. I’ve had some intelligence-gathering missions in Arandale, but sometimes I have to get my hands dirty, too.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. This explains some things about Margaret’s behavior, but it all sounds incredibly dangerous. You wonder if your brother knows about this. Curiosity at it’s peak, you… * [[...inquire as to what Margaret's next mission is now that the war is over.]] * [[...ask if she likes being a spy.]]<<set $metmargaret to true>>“Now that the war is over, what’s your next mission?” Before Margaret can answer, your mother chimes in, “Margaret’s a woman of many talents. Her next mission is to help find out who assassinated your father. We’ll be going over details of that tomorrow, along with James and Constantine.” You nod your head, Anna already informed you that you would be meeting with your mother and James tomorrow. You didn’t know anyone else would be there. Margaret sighs, “We’ve got our work cut out for us, but I won’t rest until the King’s killer is brought to justice.” Your surprised by the determination in her voice and it shows on your face. Margaret’s lips slip back into her usual smirk. “There’s more to me than meets the eye, $royaltitle.” You can’t help but smile at her, “So it seems, my Lady. I suppose this just means we’ll need to spend more time together.” Your mother clears her throat and your eyes flit over to her. She raises an eyebrow at you. “I need to get back to the party, $mcname. Please continue your conversation elsewhere.” You heave a sigh and stand abruptly. “It’s about time I returned to the party as well, anyway.” [[With a short bow, you leave her office.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<<set $metmargaret to true>>You glance at Margaret. “Do you like being a spy?” Margaret frowns for a moment before responding. It looks unnatural on her face. “I’m not sure anyone likes being a spy, but I do like contributing to the peace of Castelon. I never wanted to be a spy, but this is the life I ended up in and so, I do what I must.” At first glance, this woman seems withdrawn and resigned to the shadows. But you realize now that she’s another bird in a cage. Curious, you ask, “What did you want to be when you were a little girl?” Margaret grins, “A princess.” You smirk, “Well, perhaps it’s not too late.” She laughs. “Are you proposing, Your Highness? Or perhaps, trying to set me up with your brother?” You both laugh and you say, “Not today, Lady Margaret, not today.” The Queen clears her throat. “I need to get back to the party, $mcname. Please continue your conversation elsewhere.” You roll your eyes. “No need to be a bore, mother. Alas, it’s about time I returned to the party as well.” [[With a short bow, you leave her office.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] <<set $mfriend to +2>>“Dance with me and I’ll tell you what you want to know.” Anna swipes the wine out of your hand and pushes you toward $Frederick. You... * [[accept the dance.|prologuedancewithf]] * [[brush past and dance with Felix|prologuedancewfelix][$dancedwithfelixinstead to true]]<<if $fexlove>>“It’s stuffy in here, let’s head to the balcony,” $Frederick says. You nod and follow $fhim to the railing. You each lean on the balcony a few feet apart. “So,” you start, nodding at $fhis ring, “who’s the lucky person?” It hurts thinking you were left for someone else, but you also know avoiding the topic isn't going to get the answers you want. $Frederick fiddles with the ring for a moment. The silence starts to stretch into an uncomfortable feeling and you wrack your brain for something else to say. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” “$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but never in the way I've loved you. It was platonic with her. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.” $fHe smiles at you and you… <</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> “It’s stuffy in here, let’s head to the the balcony,” $Frederick says. You nod and follow $fhim to the railing. You each lean on the balcony a few feet apart. “So,” you start, nodding at $fhis ring, “who’s the lucky person?” $Frederick fiddles with the ring for a moment. The silence starts to stretch into an uncomfortable feeling and you wrack your brain for something else to say. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” "$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but it was platonic. She wasn’t the one for me. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.” $fHe smiles at you and you… <</if>> [[...say, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."|prologueballbalconydidntexpecttoseeyou]] [[...say, "It'll be nice to have my friends back."|prologueballbalconynicetohavefriends]] “This night is full of surprises - I certainly didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.” $fHis voice is teasing but $fhis green eyes are serious. [[You scoff. "Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself."|prologueballbalconyscoffhighlyofyourself]] [["Of course not." ❤️|prologueballbalconyflirtwithf]]“Well, I’m pleased that you’ve both returned. It’ll be nice to have my friends back.” $fHe chuckles. “But things will never be the same as before, will they?” You pause a moment, pondering. “No, I think not. We’re different people now. Time is fleeting and we only have this moment.” $fHe sighs. “I’d forgotten how philosophical you could be, $mcname.” You can’t help but laugh. “Well, I did hang out with this obnoxious poet back in the day…” $fHe rolls $fhis eyes. “I wasn’t that obnoxious, was I?” “Yes, but we all were, I think. Children don’t know any better than to be children.” "You seem to talk a lot in circles now.” You chuckle. “Yes, well, all politicians do. And what is the Crown, but a politician graced by the gods’ blessings?” $Frederick grins at you, “At least you know your faults.” You playfully shove $fhim and $fhe laughs. “What will you and Felix be doing now that you’ve returned?” you ask. “I’ve been offered a role in the library - so we’ll stay at the castle.” You nod. “Good - I’ll know where to come to pull you into my adventures.” $fhe smiles. “Not unless you want me to get fired!” You roll your eyes. “I'm not sure if you’ve noticed, $Frederick, but I'm kind of a big deal around here.” “I don’t think someone as short as you can be a big deal.” Your mouth falls open at $fhis teasing. “We’re literally the same height!” $fHe chuckles and moves toward the door. As you begin walking back, $fhe turns to you. “Jokes aside, I wouldn’t mind your company when you can spare it.” You flash $fhim a smile as you stop next to Anna and Felix, who are engrossed in a conversation. [[“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.”]]You smile. “Of course not. It was nice to see two friendly faces. I’ve been away from court for so long…” $Frederick nods. “The castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around to bug you.” You can’t help but laugh. $Fhe raises $fhis eyebrows, “What? Why are you laughing?” $Frederick looks nervous as you prepare to respond. “I was just thinking of all the time you spent in the library when we were younger. Librarian is a title that suits you.” Before $fhe can respond, you add, “You had more naps in there than anything, if I remember correctly.” $Fhe ducks $fhis head trying to hide the mortified look. “You and Anna used to exhaust me with all the adventures,” $fhe defends. “Don’t act like you didn't get plenty of inspiration for your poetry from those adventures.” $Fhe hums. “I’ve written a lot of poetry since then.” “Perhaps I’ll stop by the library sometime to hear them.” $Fhis smile sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “I hope one day you’ll visit for more than my poetry,” he replies softly. You sigh and watch the flowers in the garden as they sway from the breeze. “We’ll see.” $Fhe, “Right. Of course,” $fhe says quietly as $fhe gazes at the stars. You swallow the lump in your throat and throw $fhim a quick glance. But your eyes stay locked onto $fhis and $fhe bites $fhis lip. Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to focus back on the conversation. “So, I guess that means you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the garden, composing $fhis thoughts. You still don’t know why $fhe left without saying goodbye. <<if $fexlove>> You loved $fhim with everything you had. And $fhe shattered that.<</if>> [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]You scoff. “Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself.” $fHis eyes widen. “No, I didn’t..” $fHe shakes $fhis head. “I’m sorry. I only meant that I hope my presence here is not a black mark on your night.” You look out over the balcony, at the blossomed flowers. A late spring breeze encircles you - freezing your core. “Your leaving was a black mark,” you tell $fhim calmly. “I know,” $fhe says, voice tight. “And I can’t change what’s done, but I will try to earn your forgiveness and your trust.” Turning your $mceyecolor eyes to meet $fhis green gaze, you ask, “What if I don’t forgive you? What will you do?” $fHe glances away, hands gripping the balcony, and takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll respect your wishes. You don’t owe me forgiveness.” You nod, unsure what to say. $fHe clears $fhis throat. “Anyway, the castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around.” “So, I guess that mean’s you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the garden, composing $fhis thoughts. You still don’t know why $fhe left without saying goodbye. You loved $fhim with everything you had. And $fhe shattered that. [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental break down in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna's eyes. You flex your fingers and give her a grateful smile. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix starts, “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You really aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue. You… <<if $touchaverse is false>>* [[push your way in between them.|prologueballpushwaybetween]] * [[place your hand on|prologueballfshoulder]] $pluralf shoulder.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[push your way in between them, causing them to back away from each other.|prologueballpushwaybetween]] * [[raise your voice to get|prologueballfshoulder]] $Frederick's attention.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>You step in between them, putting a hand on both of their chests.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You step in between the two of them, careful not to touch either. “That’s enough! This is an important day for me, and I won’t have the two of you fighting.”<</if>> “You can’t seriously be defending him! He’s treading on my honor - and on the honor of my dead wife!” You look $Frederick in the eyes. “I’m not defending him or discounting your feelings, $Frederick. But you two can’t fight here. I won’t allow it. You’ve both had more than enough to drink and aren’t thinking rationally.” You stare each of them down until they grumble an apology. $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You sigh, worried for the two of them.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step forward and grip $pluralf shoulder. $fHe tenses under your touch, but glances back at you after a moment.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey!" you shout, frustration lingering in your voice. $Frederick glances over at you.<</if>> “You’re better than this, $Frederick.” $fHe doesn’t look away from you, but $fhe also doesn’t unhand $fhis brother. <<if $touchaverse is false>>You grip $fhis shoulder tighter.<</if>> “Is this the $fman your wife loved?” Shock overtakes $fhis features and $fhe lets go of Felix. $fHis eyes center on the floor. “I’m sorry, $mcname, and Felix. I think I’ve had too much to drink.” You glance at Felix and give him a look so he knows you’re not happy with his teasing. Felix clears $fhis throat. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I also drank too much.” You let out a sigh of relief and step away from them. Anna snorts, “It wasn’t the drink - you’re both just idiots.” You throw her a look, “Anna…” Both siblings laugh. Felix smiles softly, “She’s right.” $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You shake your head, amused at the thought.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]] <<if $fexlove>> It pains you, but you needed to say it. “I -” $fhe stops and sighs, then says, “I’m not sure an apology would make a difference.” You look into $fhis eyes, “No, I don’t think it would. But I do deserve an explanation.” $fHe takes a deep breath. “I was a coward. Perhaps I still am.” You wait for $fhim to continue as you look out over the gardens. “I thought I needed more money, a better status to deserve you. Deserve your love. It was stupid, but I was too young to know better. I only had Felix, and you and Anna. I was afraid of losing what I had. Of losing //you.//” You break apart and you’re not sure what to feel. You were both juvenile, but that doesn’t mean you can just forgive the pain $fhis leaving caused. “And yet, you lost me anyway.” $fHe nods and glances down at $fhis hands. You start walking back towards Anna and Felix. $Frederick turns to you, “There’s more to tell you, but this isn’t the place.” You sigh, tired of hearing that it’s not the right time or place. Will you ever get the truth from anyone? “But please, believe me, you’ve been on my mind every day since I left.” You glance at $fhim warily. “I don’t know if I can trust you.” $fHe takes a moment to respond. “That’s fair. I have a lot of work to do to show you that I can be trusted.” You simply nod your head.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>It pains you, but you needed to say it. “I -” $fhe stops and sighs, then says, “I’m not sure an apology would make a difference.” You look into $fhis eyes, “No, I don’t think it would. But I do deserve an explanation.” $fHe takes a deep breath. “I was a coward. Perhaps I still am.” You wait for $fhim to continue. “I thought I needed more money, a better status to keep being your friend. It was stupid, but I was too young to know better. I only had Felix, and you and Anna. I was afraid of losing what I had.” You break apart and you’re not sure what to feel. You were both juvenile, but that doesn’t mean you can just forgive the pain $fhis leaving caused. “And yet, you lost us anyway.” $fHe nods. The dance ends and you start walking back toward Anna and Felix. $Frederick turns to you, “There’s more to tell you, but this isn’t the place.” You sigh. You keep hearing that it’s not the right time or place. Will you ever get the truth from anyone? You glance at $fhim. “I want you back in my life. But I don’t know if I can trust you.” $fHe takes a moment to respond. “That’s fair. I have a lot of work to do to show you that I can be trusted.” You simply nod your head, unsure what to say.<</if>> [[You reach Anna and Felix who are deep in conversation.]]“It was quite draining, if I’m being honest.” Anna flashes you a sympathetic smile. “Fair,” she replies. “At least it’s over with. Anyway, I’m glad to be home.” * [[Teasingly ask if she’s happy to be home because of James.]] * [[Agree, but wish your father was here.]] * [[Shrug, not really caring either way but looking forward to sleeping.]]“It was nice spending a bit of time with James and Constantine. Even my mother.” Anna nods. “Yes, it seems like the Knight is having a positive influence on James.” “What do you mean?” She shrugs. “I don’t know. Something just seems different about him.” “Well, whatever the case may be, Constantine is interesting and I want to learn more about him.” She chuckles. “He’s going to have his hands full managing the two of you.” “I don’t need to be managed.” She rolls her eyes. “I meant your safety, silly!” You nod. “We did get into a lot of trouble as children, but that was so long ago.” She nods and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” Chuckling, she replies, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. She offers you a reassuring smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchavere is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]“Margaret’s an interesting woman.” Anna laughs, “I think you mean tricky.” You nod,“That too.” "She’s brilliant,” Anna says, “but I’ve only ever seen her hold others at an arm’s length.” “I can’t say I blame her. Castelon’s court is full of pettiness and secrecy, just like the rest.” Anna sighs,“True, but I’m pleased to be home after so long.” You offer her a knowing smile. “Happy to see a certain Prince, you mean?” If her face could melt, it would. Anna frowns, “Leave it, $mcname, please.” You quirk an eyebrow but don’t push. “Fine, for tonight.” She rolls her eyes and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]“Seeing $Frederick and Felix reminded me of simpler times.” Anna frowns, “Were they really simpler though?” You shrug. Anna continues, “What I mean is, the war was our backdrop even then. Sure, we didn’t think about it every day, living in the Castle, worlds away from the fighting. But it was as complicated then as it is now.” You can always count on Anna for a dose of reality. “You’re right. I suppose I only meant that it was simpler in terms of adolescence. Now, I’ve been thrown into a political game and have to steer my country back onto the path of peace.” Neither of you speak for a few moments, too weighed down by reality. She finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchaverse is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]You offer her a knowing smile. “Happy to see a certain Prince, you mean?” If her face could melt, it would. Anna frowns, “Leave it, $mcname, please.” You quirk an eyebrow but don’t push. “Fine, for tonight.” She rolls her eyes and finishes helping you prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She chuckles, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. She offers you a smile, “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]“I’m happy to be home as well, though…I wish my father was here.” Anna offers you a worried glance. “He was a very kind man and he’d be proud of you.” You nod, looking at your hands. Would he be proud of you? Would James have abdicated if he hadn’t been assassinated? You clear your throat, looking at your friend as she finishes helping your prepare for bed. “Thanks, Anna.” She smiles gently, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” <<if $touchaverse is false>>You give her a quick hug.<</if>> “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]]You shrug, not caring much about being home. At the castle or at the mountain, either way, you’re just living a life with little control at the moment. Perhaps you’ll care more when take charge of your destiny. “Thanks, Anna.” She smiles gently, “Of course, it's my job.” “No, I mean - it’s not your job to be my friend.” You swear she tenses, but it’s gone so quickly you can’t say for certain. “I’ve been by your side since before the war, before we were sent away and I’m not going anywhere.” You give her a quick hug. “Goodnight, my friend.” “Goodnight.” With Anna gone, you lay down in bed and pull the covers over yourself. [[Fortunately, your chaotic mind does not prevent sleep and your eyes close soon after your head hits the pillow.|startchapter1]] !Act I: Truth Lingers in the Shadows !!Chapter I <center>//Do not heedlessly beat at every portal. We must learn to// //take the good with the bad in this life, for we can only// //play the game according to the number of dots on the face// //of the dice which destiny throws into the hollow of this// //heavenly cup.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain LXXIV, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Dawn Breaks|startschapterone]]</center>"$mcname!" You groan and open your eyes to the warm morning light. “Close the curtain. Please, Anna! It’s too damn early.” You hear her sigh before the covers are ripped away, causing you to bolt upright. “Seriously? Just what kind of friend are you?” She rolls her eyes but you don’t miss the twitch of her lips. “You have a busy day, so we need to get you ready to visit the Oracle.” Begrudgingly, you get out of bed and dress while Anna relays your schedule for the day. “I have some errands to run while you visit Oracle Davina. One of the Knights is waiting outside to escort you to their temple in the East Wing.” <<if $touchaverse>>She takes a look at your $mchaircolor hair and hands you a brush so you can smooth it down. “I’ll meet up later with you in the High Chamber, where the Royal Council is meeting today. The Queen wants you to go in place of her.”<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>She takes a look at your $mchaircolor hair and smooths it down. “I’ll meet up later with you in the High Chamber, where the Royal Council is meeting today. The Queen wants you to go in place of her.”<</if>> “I figured she would,” you sigh, “Do you know what their agenda is?” She gives you an apologetic look. “I don’t. It shouldn’t take more than an hour though.” You nod and she continues. “I’m not sure if you remember me telling you but the Queen also wants you and James to meet with her after lunch. You should have a little time between duties if you want a breather.” She moves away so you can stand. “Alright, I’ll see you later then.” You both head out the door, you to the East wing with a Knight in tow, and her towards whatever errands beckon. Despite the open windows bringing sunlight in, the gray corridor still projects a feeling of loneliness. How many times did your father walk these halls with the same thought? You remember James chasing you one evening around the castle and you stumbled upon your father, standing at one of the windows, looking out at the capital and the sea beyond. He’d looked like the loneliest person you’d ever seen. His $mceyecolor eyes drawn to something so far out of reach, that you thought he might never smile again. But then James crashed into your back and your father turned to you both, startled. And he //did// smile. And you wondered if it was real. Wondered if anything you knew of your father was real or if he had locked away his true self and only showed you the King. As you pass the windows in the hallway, you can see the light bouncing around. Glancing behind you, you know that it’s your escort's armor, gold and glistening, like Constantine’s. It disperses the sunlight in every direction. As if fighting the all-consuming darkness that threatens the hall. It’s not a long walk to the Oracle’s temple, but the silence is odd after the ball last night. You… * [[continue on in silence.|ch1dontspeaktodominick][$ch1dominick to true]] * [[ask if he knows Constantine.|ch1askdominickaboutc][$ch1dominick to true]] * [[ask how long he’s been stationed at the Castle.|ch1askdominick]]You slow your pace and hear his footsteps slow, too. “What’s your name, Sir?” He looks surprised by your question, but answers quickly. “Dominick, Your Highness.” “How long have you been stationed at the Castle, Dominick?” “Not long, since the war ended.” He wistfully adds, “I was but a squire when it began.” You nod thoughtfully. He can’t be much older than you are. You clear your throat. “An achievement I’m sure you’ve earned, Sir. Tell me, do you like being stationed at the Castle?” He hesitates and glances around before looking you in the eyes. “I do...but I find it holds many secrets, Your Highness.” You’d certainly like to hear more about the secrets, but you’ve reached the temple. You give him a final glance. “Thank you, Dominick, I appreciate your candor.” He bows. “Any time, Your Highness.” You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]You slow your pace and hear his footsteps slow, too. Glancing back, you see a raised eyebrow on his face. “What’s your name, Sir?” He looks surprised by your question, but answers quickly. “Dominick, Your Highness.” You nod thoughtfully before asking what you really want to know, “And, do you know Constantine, Sir Dominick?” He chuckles, “Indeed, Your Highness. He’s a brave man and I followed him during many of his battles in Arandale.” You expect him to look away, but he holds your gaze with a knowing look, “His path to becoming a Knight was a bit different than most, but it only made him more loyal and devoted.” You find yourself intrigued, but you’re approaching the temple’s doors. “Thank you, Dominick.” He bows and you turn to the temple. You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]You don’t talk to the Knight. He probably doesn’t want to talk to you anyway. You wouldn’t and you can’t help but wonder if it’s a pain being your escort. Imagine wanting to be a Knight and they stick you on guard duty to some royal. For some, an honor. For others, a detriment. Before you know it, you’ve reached the Oracle’s temple. You walk through the open doors of the temple, glancing behind to see your escort leaning against the wall. Turning back, you arch your neck upwards. The warm morning sun shines through the glass roof and spreads comfort throughout your body. Up ahead, Oracle Davina stands on the dais, closely studying a book. They look up as you approach. “Welcome, Harbinger.” They close their book and descend the stairs to stand in front of you. You nod your head. “Good morning, Oracle.” They appraise you for a moment before motioning for you to take a seat. Sitting across from you, they look deeply into your eyes. You want to look away, but cannot. They hum thoughtfully. “You’re feeling apprehensive. Perhaps lost. And you’ve come to seek guidance from the Gods?” You wonder, do the gods read minds, too? You shrug. “I’m not sure what I seek.” Their chuckle is light and airy, like the temple. “Nonsense,” they say. “You simply don’t know how to differentiate what you seek from the chaos that seeks to consume you.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you think, if only you’d known it would be so easy. With a sigh, you ask, “I’m assuming you know how, oh wise one?” Their lips twitch, but they remain composed. “Close your eyes, Harbinger.” You do as they ask. “Take a deep breath and open your soul to the gods.” Taking a breath, you try to clear your mind. A sense of peace overwhelms you and you gasp at the sensation. Their soft voice speaks, “Open your eyes and tell me what you truly seek.” You open your eyes and at that moment, you know that your true desire is… * [[to avenge your father.|ch1desireavengeking]] * [[to protect the people you care about.|ch1desireprotect]] * [[to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.|ch1desirepeace]]“I must find my father’s assassin and bring them to justice.” They nod. “You feel a strong need to correct a wrong, but you must realize hate is a cycle.” “So, the Gods don’t approve of my goal?” "That’s not what I said,” they tell you. “They only hope that you realize there is more to your path than vengeance. You may even find that forgiveness is easier.” You raise an eyebrow at them. You contemplate what the Oracle has relayed to you. The gods are both cryptic and straightforward with their advice. You feel a little lighter, but your heart still feels heavy with worry. Standing, you prepare to leave. As you turn, the Oracle steps in front of you and leans in close. “Careful who you trust, Your Highness.” Their tone makes your blood run cold as a shiver shakes your core. Looking into their eyes, you ask, “Is that a message from the gods or yourself?” They smile and move aside. You wait a moment but they don't say anything, so you start heading towards the temple doors. [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]“I want nothing more than to protect the ones I love.” They nod. “You’re loyal to those you care for, but you also feel guilt for those you’ve lost.” "And do the Gods have any wisdom for me?” you ask. They contemplate for a moment. Perhaps convening with the gods. Perhaps, something else. Their eyes bore into yours. “Don’t let your love for others blind you from their flaws.” You raise an eyebrow at that. [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]“My duty lies with my people - I need to promote peace and prosperity in Castelon.” They nod. “Admirable, Your Highness, but don’t lose sight of the smaller pieces. You’ve come home to a game of chess and the board is laden with many pawns.” “Am I a pawn or a player?” The Oracle smiles at you with amusement in their eyes. “The gods certainly look forward to finding out.” You contemplate what the Oracle has relayed to you. The gods are both cryptic and straightforward with their advice. You feel a little lighter, but your heart still feels heavy with worry. Standing, you prepare to leave. As you turn, the Oracle steps in front of you and leans in close. “Careful who you trust, Your Highness.” Their tone makes your blood run cold as a shiver shakes your core. Looking into their eyes, you ask, “Is that a message from the gods or yourself?” They smile and move aside. You wait a moment but they don't say anything, so you start heading towards the temple doors. [[But you feel as if you’re being watched.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]]Looking around, you see no one, not even the Oracle. Instead, your eyes land on five statues. The gods. Your feet begin moving on their own accord toward the statues as if being pulled by an invisible thread. Gaia, the Goddess of Life, and her husband, Letum, the God of Death stand behind the other three. Overseeing all of life and its many ends. In front of them are their twin daughters, Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, and Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk. Finally, kneeling in front of the twins is Eros, the God of Love. In this depiction, both Aurora and Eurybia have a hand on Eros’ shoulders. //[There will be opportunities to acquire missed attributes through other means in chapters 2 and 3. Additionally, choosing a god here does not mean you cannot pray to the other gods later. Additional myths have yet to be discovered.]// You… * [[take a closer look at Gaia’s statue.|ch1lookatgaia]] * [[take a closer look at Letum’s statue.|ch1lookatletum]] * [[take a closer look at Aurora’s statue.|ch1lookataurora]] * [[take a closer look at Eurybia’s statue.|ch1lookateurybia]] * [[take a closer look at Eros’ statue.|ch1lookateros]] * [[leave the temple without praying to any of the gods.|ch1dontpray]] Gaia, the Goddess of Life, as well as Protection, Fertility, and Rebirth. Lotuses adorn the flower crown on her head and she fiercely holds her famous tiger’s eye shield with purple lotus engravings. It brings you comfort looking upon her statue. Her inscription says: //Necessitas etiam timidos fortes facit. (Need makes even the timid brave.)// //Praying to Gaia will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Protective.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Gaia.|ch1praytogaia][$chosegaia to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]Letum, the God of Death, as well as Judgment, War, Grief, and Pain. A long cloak frames the god, but his stern face is uncovered. You find it takes all of your willpower to look away from his face. In front of him, both hands grip his Spear of Judgment. His inscription says: //Lupus non timet canem latrantem. (A wolf is not afraid of a barking dog.)// //Praying to Letum will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Intimidating.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Letum.|ch1praytoletum][$choseletum to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]Aurora, the Goddess of Dawn, as well as Light, the Sun and Sky, Poetry, and Literature. Her beautiful features fill your body with warmth. Her hair is worn in a braid, adorned by Asters. Her broken wings are angled towards her as if they were a shield. One hand grips Eros’ shoulder, and the other has a hold on The Dagger of Truth. Her inscription says: //Dum spiro spero. (While I breathe, I hope.)// //Praying to Aurora will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Optimistic.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Aurora.|ch1praytoaurora][$choseaurora to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]Eurybia, the Goddess of Dusk, as well as Darkness, the Sea, Dreams, the Moon, and Stars. Like Letum, she wears a long cloak, except her face is covered, though loose strands of hair peek out. They say her face was permanently scarred from visiting the Sun when she traveled there to gather its essence for The Dagger of Truth. The twin daggers given to her by Letum and Gaia are not depicted in this statue. Looking upon her, you feel as if your every secret is laid bare to the goddess. Her inscription says: //Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. (The world desires to be deceived, therefore it is.)// //Praying to Eurybia will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Deceptive.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Eurybia.|ch1praytoeurybia][$choseeurybia to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]Eros, the God of Love, as well as Marriage, Friendship, and Betrayal. His face is framed by curls and the twin goddess’ hold his shoulders. Atop his curls sits a flower crown of bluebells. Looking upon the God, your heart beats erratically. //Fere libenter homines, id quod volunt, credunt. (People almost always willingly believe what you want.)// //Praying to Eros will provide you with two attributes: Faithful and Persuasive.// You… * [[look at the statues of the other gods.|ch1willyoupraytothegods]] * [[pray to Eros.|ch1praytoeros][$choseeros to true, $faithful to true, $chosengod to true]]You decide not to pray to any of the gods. The reason being that you… * [[don’t believe in them.|ch1leavetemple][$atheist to true]] * [[believe in them, but don’t think they would care about your prayer.|ch1leavetemple][$indifferenttogods to true]] * [[aren’t sure whether you believe in them or not.|ch1leavetemple][$agnostic to true]]You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Gaia, Goddess of Life, ruler of Arcadia. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may protect those I care for - my family, my friends, and my kingdom.// As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. A warmth fills your body - Gaia has heard your prayer and blesses you. [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]]<<if $atheist>>Why waste time on gods you don’t believe in?<</if>><<if $agnostic>>You aren’t sure whether or not you believe in the gods. Only time will tell if your mind sways more in one direction or the other.<</if>> <<if $indifferentothegods>>Although you believe in the gods, you don’t believe they would care about your prayer. There are many people praying to the gods, why would they listen to yours?<</if>> Stepping back into the cool corridor of the castle hallway, you see your escort straighten up. He falls in line behind you while you head toward the High Chamber to attend the Royal Council meeting. This time, you don’t consider a conversation with him as you’re busy wondering who you can trust. Who did your father trust? Perhaps that’s a good place to start. "$mcname!” You’re pulled out of your pondering and back to reality - where you’ve reached the High Chamber doors to find Anna waiting for you with a raised eyebrow. “Were you planning to walk through the door?” she teases. You laugh, hoping it covers up the embarrassment evident in your body. “Just preparing myself for the Royal Council.” She nods. “Luckily, it’ll be a short meeting today, mainly on funds allocation.” You turn to say goodbye to your escort, but he’s gone. Anna motions for you to go inside, following closely behind. [[The last time you were in this room was when you were much younger.|ch1councilmeeting]]You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Letum, God of Death, ruler of Avernus. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may intimidate those who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// As if guided by the God’s hand, you raise your head and look upon his statue. A strength spreads through your body and mind - Letum has heard your prayer and blesses you. [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]]You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Aurora, Goddess of Dawn, ruler of the Sun. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may stand steadfast against all obstacles and enemies who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. The Sun shines brightly from the ceiling above and basks you in light - Aurora has heard your prayer and blesses you. [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]]You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Eurybia, Goddess of Dusk, ruler of the Moon. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may deceive all who would harm my family, friends, and kingdom.// //As if guided by the Goddess’ hand, you raise your head and look upon her statue. Shadows swarm you, cunning darkness taking hold of you - Eurybia has heard your prayer and blesses you.// [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]]You kneel in front of the statues, bow your head, and close your eyes. //Eros, God of Love. I call upon you. My ancestors have remained faithful, as do I. On this day, I ask you to grant me a blessing so that I may persuade allies and enemies alike, ensuring the safety of my family, friends, and Castelon.// As if guided by the God’s hand, you raise your head and look upon his statue. It feels as if a fog has been lifted from your mind - Eros has heard your prayer and blesses you. [[Having finished your business at the temple, you leave.|ch1leavetemple]]It was during a period of time when you didn’t want to be away from your father, so he brought you with him to a council meeting. A long black table stretches across the room, with six seats on each side and a final chair at the head of the table. It looks just like you remember, except for your missing father. Your eyes linger on his chair. Your chair. For a brief moment, your eyes close and you can see him in the chair, his eyes crinkling around the edges, a genuine smile on his lips. There’s that tightness again, wrapping around you. Your home is a pulsing reminder of your father’s absence. His death. He’s gone. He’s really gone. //But you are not gone.// Life. It ebbs and flows and continues. Never stops. An uninterrupted flow - always fast never slow or forgiving or easy. [[“Your Highness?”|ch1startcouncilmeeting]] <<set $oraclevisit to true>>You shake away the thoughts of your father, of this gaping hole in your heart, and plaster a smile on your face as you walk towards your father’s chair. The council members offer varying degrees of acknowledgment as you walk to the chair at the head of the table. Once you’re seated, they follow suit. “Welcome, Harbinger. I’m Lord Kales and I typically take point on these meetings.” You nod and he continues. “All of our war debts have been paid. Today, we’re voting on where the leftover funds that were raised for the war will be allocated to.” Someone clears their throat and your turn to look, your gaze landing on a person you recognize from your mother’s inner circle. Lady Hawthorne. They interrupt Lord Kales to make a suggestion, “Perhaps we should explain how these meetings usually work so the $royaltitle has a clear understanding.” They offer you a smile which you return gratefully. Lord Kales’ eyes widen. “Of course!” He turns to you and continues, “For minor issues such as this, the full council doesn’t congregate, but we do need a Crown representative to prevent ties in regards to voting on decisions.” Lady Hawthorne adds, “For more important issues, the full council will assemble, including the Oracle and Knight-Commander.” “Those issues usually involve more in-depth conversations, since those decisions can have major effects. Is that all clear?” Lord Kales inquires. You nod in understanding. [[“Let’s proceed,” you command.]]Lord Kales looks around the room as he speaks, “Today we vote on whether the extra funds from the war will be sent to the families of deceased soldiers, for distribution of goods among the poor, or to the libraries and schools.” They go around the table counting votes and finally, it’s your turn. “We’ve all voted for where we want the funds to go and it’s a 3-way tie. The decision lies with you, Your Highness.” You want the funds to… * [[go to the merchant’s guild, which can distribute goods to the poor.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstopoor to true]] * [[go to the families of the soldiers who perished in the war.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstosoldiers to true]] * [[go to libraries and schools, which provide refuge to tired and young people alike.|ch1funds][$ch1fundstolibraries to true]]<<if $ch1fundstopoor>>You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “With war comes heavy taxes - let’s send the funds to the merchant’s guild so they can distribute food and other essentials back to the people.” Lord Kales’ voice booms around the room as he speaks, “The Harbinger has spoken - the funds will be used to provide for the Castelonian people.” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>> <<if $ch1fundstosoldiers>> You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “Many brave souls paid the price for our continued freedom - as did their families. The money should be sent to the families of the soldiers who perished.” Lady Hawthorn nods thoughtfully, saying, “May their souls rest among the gods and their families’ burden be lightened with the funds.” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>><<if $ch1fundstolibraries>> You contemplate your options before announcing your decision, “Our people need mental and emotional refuge for their souls to heal - the libraries and schools can provide it.” Lord Kales speaks with finality, saying, “The young and the weary shall find peace among our educational institutions, where both warmth and knowledge await. ” With the council meeting adjourned, you leave after a few pleasantries.<</if>> [[Back into the castle corridors|ch1aftercouncilmeeting]]As you walk down the hall, Anna reminds you that you have some time to yourself before you need to meet your mother and James. Where should you go? * [[Head to the garden for fresh air.|ch1margaret]] //(Margaret)// * [[Head to the library for peace and quiet.|ch1f]]//($Frederick)// * [[Head to the castle kitchen for a snack.|ch1felix]] //(Felix)// * [[Head to the stables for a ride to clear your mind.|ch1constantine]]//(Constantine)//The garden - a favorite of your mother. Not that she has much time to spend out here, but she did when you and James were children. You remember her telling you once to never forget that while the garden feels like a refuge, there are plenty of shadows lurking. Your eyes linger on the organized flower beds ahead. One morning you found your father watering the flowers and asked why he’d organized them in such a way. He told you that each of the gods deserved their own section, where their flowers could feel the full force of the sun and drink up every drop of rain. Sitting down on the bench by the fountain in the middle of the garden, you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of the cool breeze as it skirts across your cheeks. A new scent wafts through your senses with each breeze - Lotuses for Gaia, Asters for Aurora, Carnations for Eurybia, Poppies for Letum, and Bluebells for Eros. Before long, a new scent hits you - neroli. Opening your eyes, you glance over to see Margaret sitting next to you. She’s mimicking you, with her eyes closed. Sensing your stare, she sighs. “I don’t get it.” “Get what?” you question. She opens her eyes and looks at you. “Sitting here with your eyes closed. Is this supposed to be relaxing?” she asks, tilting her head. You shrug.“It usually is, until someone interrupts.” She chuckles and claims, “You’re lucky it’s me and not someone here to stab you in the back.” You raise an eyebrow and ask, “Are you always so cynical about the people around you?” She turns her brown gaze to the sky. “I prefer the word realistic.” “How many times have you been stabbed in the back?” you ask. She laughs and it echoes throughout the garden. “Enough to know that you need to be careful, $royaltitle.” You... * [[jokingly ask if that’s a threat.]] * [[tell her you’re not sure what to think.]] * [[tell her it’s good that you have her looking out for you.][$mflirt +=2]] //❤️// * <<if $suspicious is true>>[[agree with her.][$mfriend +=2]] //(Suspicious)//<</if>>Growing up as royal means access to education and knowledge that not everyone has the privilege of. As a child, you used to sneak away to the library in search of a new book to lose yourself in. Your father always brought books back from other countries that he visited. You’d wait at the castle gates, yearning to be the first to read them before they’d were added to the library. The library is quiet today, but you suppose it’s always been like that. It's not a place for busy people with busy lives. As you walk through the aisles, you run your fingers gently along the spines and breathe in the smell of wood and knowledge and peace. This is a kingdom all on its own. You turn the corner, lost in thought, and bump into something hard and steady. A bookshelf! When did this get here? “You should pay more attention, Your Highness. Might give yourself a concussion.” You glance over at an amused $Frederick. You give $fhim an incredulous look and ask, “Did you put this bookshelf here, $faddress Librarian?” $fHe chuckles. “I’m having a few new shelves put in to replace the ones that are rotting. I should’ve known some airhead would walk into it.” You gasp at the cheeky response. Then you consider how to respond. * [[Cross you arms and say, “Don’t act like we’re friends. We’re not.”|ch1librarynotfriends][$ffriend -=2]] * [[You sigh, not sure how to respond when things are still complicated between the two of you.|ch1libraryunsure]] * [[Two can play this game. Teasingly comment on how rude the librarian is.|ch1libraryrude]] * [[Joke and say, "Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology."|ch1libraryjokeapology][$fflirt +=2]] * <<if $optimistic is true>> [[Brush off the teasing and comment on the positive changes to the library. |ch1libraryoptimistic][$ffriend +=2]] //(Optimistic)//<</if>><<if $optimistic is false>>//Choice unavailable because you do not have the Optimistic Attribute.//<</if>>You knew the kitchen would be empty this time of the day - it always was when your father brought you and James along for a cooking lesson. Your mother preferred the term “cooking disaster.” Whether you looked forward to the lessons or not, they always gave you a glimpse into who you thought your father would have been - if he had not been King. A peace those with the weight of the world were not privy to. Entering the kitchen, you are overwhelmed by the mess. Your eyes follow flour footsteps and they lead you to the stove where Felix is carefully stirring batter in a pan. You… * [[decide to watch.|ch1watchfelix]] * [[muse that he’s not meant to be in here.|ch1felixmuse][$felixfriend +=2]]Growing up, James never liked horses as much as you did, but he also never complained when you dragged him to the stables for a ride. You both loved leaving the castle behind as children. Arriving at the stables, you walk over to your steed… * [[Midnight|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Midnight"]] * [[Justice|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Justice"]] * [[Lampos|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Lampos"]] * [[Adonis|ch1namehorse][$horsename to "Adonis"]] * [[Enter your horse's name|ch1customhorsename]] <<set $namedhorse to true>><<if $touchaverse is true>> You grin over at her. “How lucky I am to have you on my side.” She smirks and turns her brown eyes to you. “Are you sure I have your best interests in mind?” You chuckle and shake your head. “No - but whatever you have in mind is sure to be entertaining.” She hums thoughtfully, then tsks.“First I’m cynical, now I’m entertaining. You have odd taste, Your Highness.” You roll your eyes, asking, “And what are your tastes, my Lady?” She grins and tilts her head for a moment as if thinking seriously. Then, she looks at you with a twinkle in her gaze. “Let’s see… I like complicated royals with trust issues.” You cough and choke out, “That’s...oddly specific?” Margaret schools her face in feigned surprise. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” You laugh nervously and stand up, brushing your clothes down. “Well, I think it’s time to meet in my mother’s office.” She nods. “I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later.” She stands up and falls in line next to you. You walk in a silence that’s both comfortable and unnerving at the same time. Finally reaching the door to your mother’s office, you enter eagerly.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>> You grin over at her. “Good thing I have you looking out for me.” She smirks and moves closer, brushing her shoulder against yours. “Are you sure I have your best interests in mind?” You chuckle and shake your head. “No - but whatever you have in mind is sure to be entertaining.” She hums thoughtfully, then tsks.“First I’m cynical, now I’m entertaining. You have odd taste, Your Highness.” You roll your eyes, asking, “And what are your tastes, my Lady?” She grins and tilts her head for a moment as if thinking seriously. Then, she looks at you with a twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s see… I like complicated royals with trust issues.” You cough and choke out, “That’s...oddly specific?” Margaret schools her face in feigned surprise. “Oh? I hadn’t noticed.” You laugh nervously and stand up, brushing your clothes down. “Well, I think it’s time to meet in my mother’s office.” She nods. “I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation later.” She stands up and falls in line next to you. You walk in a silence that’s both comfortable and unnerving at the same time. Finally reaching the door to your mother’s office, you enter eagerly.<</if>> [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]You release a stressed sigh and admit, “I don’t know what to think.” “Who should I worry about, Lady Margaret?” you ask curiously. Her face is serious as she responds, “Assassins, spies, people that you think you can trust.” You sigh and watch the water run down the middle of the fountain. “I feel like I’ve been hearing a lot about trust lately.” “If the gods are sending you a message, best not to ignore it,” she muses. You glance at her from the corner of your eye and see she has a somber expression on her face. “How do //you// decide who to trust?” She’s quiet for a moment, then meets your gaze. “I don’t trust anyone, not even my own assumptions.” “Sounds lonely,” you tell her softly. She shrugs. “There is a comfort to be found in loneliness,” she glances out over the gardens and continues, “sometimes even love, for oneself.” Before you can respond, she speaks up, telling you, “I think we’d better head to your mother’s office before she hunts us down.” You both laugh and make your way to her office, where you head inside first. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]] You nod, saying, “Yes, I’ve been back here less than two days but I see the truth in the words you speak.” She grins. “You’re a quick study, Your Highness. Though I shouldn’t be surprised considering the Queen is your mother,” she muses. You stare up at the dimming sky, a small smile on your face as you tell her, “Actually, that’s a lesson I learned from my father.” She tenses up at the mention of the dead King but says nothing. Silence descends upon you like spiders crawling across your bare skin. Finally, you say, “We should head to my mother’s office.” You both walk in silence until you arrive. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]] Mischief twinkling in your eyes, you ask, “Is that a threat, Lady Margaret?” Her lips twitch but she maintains composure. “I assure you, Your Highness, that my threats are never seen or heard - only experienced.” By the look in her eyes, you have no doubts that she speaks the truth. A shiver runs down your spine. You chuckles nervously, “Well, I suppose I need to stay on your good side, then.” She smirks at you with narrowed eyes. “As long as you continue to breathe, rest assured you //are// on my good side.” Before you can respond, she speaks up, telling you, “I think we’d better head to your mother’s office before she hunts us down.” You jump up and head towards your mother’s office, Margaret close behind. You slow your pace, letting her catch up. After all, probably best not to leave her and her daggers out of sight. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]] Margaret leans against the wall that leads out to the balcony her eyes on the floor, brows furrowed, and red lips pursed. Constantine and James are chatting in hushed whispers in the corner farthest from you. When you catch your brother’s gaze, he gives you a small smile. Looking away, you notice Anna has quietly assumed her position beside you, observing like you. Your eyes land on the King’s portrait behind your mother. Looking out upon you all as if he’s here. As if this conversation isn’t about his death. Your mother clears her throat and you meet her intense gaze. Everyone starts to move closer to her. You… * [[take a deep breath and move closer into the circle surrounding the Queen.]] * [[stay where you are, against the wall, keeping your face free of the conflict you feel.]]Once $horsename is saddled, you eagerly ride her out into the open castle grounds. The wind whips through your $mchaircolor hair and your body relishes the feeling of freedom. Eventually, you stop at a spring a little way into the forest and tie $horsename up for a break. After taking a moment to stretch, you grab a blanket from your saddlebag and spread it on the ground. Closing your eyes, you wonder if you can fit in a nap. But a rustling in the leaves startles you up. Surprised, you stare at Constantine who gazes back with an equal expression. “You weren’t about to take a nap were you? Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to nap in a forest?” His amused eyes stare at you, waiting for an answer. You… * [[sigh and explain that it's been hard to find peace lately.|ch1hardtofindpeace][$cfriend to +2]] * [[express your surprise that James is not with him.|ch1cnojames]] * [[ask if he’s worried about you.|ch1forestflirt][$cflirt +=2]] ❤️ * <<if $mottostrong is true>>[[tell him that you can take care of yourself (Verissimo Motto: The Strong Do Not Falter In Adversity)|ch1cstrongchoice]]<</if>> Your horse's name is... <<textbox "$horsename" "???">> [[Click here after entering a name|ch1namehorse]]"I just wanted a moment of the elusive peace and quiet,” you state wistfully. He chuckles softly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, if you find it, let me know. I could use a bit of that.” You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Same at you it seems. Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” You lie back on the blanket and close your eyes. “Now seems like a good time to relax.” You open an eye and peek at him, “You should give it a try.” He stares at you for a moment before lying back and watching the clouds. After a few quiet moments, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off to relax, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You sit in companionable silence for a while before sitting up. “I suppose we should head to my mother’s office.” He nods, looking a bit more relaxed. You throw him a grin. “Perhaps we can relax together another time.” He chuckles. “Something tells me neither of us will have the time.” You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.]]You scoff. “While I appreciate the concern, I can take care of myself. Verissimo’s don’t run from danger.” His eyes bore into yours for a long moment before he speaks. “Yes, well, that much is obvious. I have no doubts on your ability to defend yourself, but I won’t apologize for trying to look out for you.” You shrug. “I don’t expect you to, I know it’s your job.” He furrows his brows. “It is my job, but it’s more than that. It’s my //duty//. The two are not mutually exclusive.” You ponder his words. Is being The Harbinger your duty or your job? A question you’ll need to think over, as the answer is not forthcoming. What you do know if that you must be strong - for your family, for your people, and for yourself. You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “You ever have a day off?” He snorts. “Oh, I think the last time was about ten years ago.” “That explains a lot.” He throws you a mocking look. “Does it now?” You laugh. Curiously, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You chat for a bit longer before it’s time to head to the meeting in your mother’s office. You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.]]“I’m surprised James isn’t with you.” He rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips. “I’m not his keeper - gods know he needs one though.” “Fair enough,” you say laughing. You pat the space next to you and he takes a seat on the edge of the blanket. Glancing at him, you ask, “What brings you to the forest then?” “Clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard your horse neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “You ever have a day off?” He snorts. “Oh, I think the last time was about ten years ago.” “That explains a lot.” He throws you a mocking look. “Does it now?” You laugh. Curiously, you ask, “So, let’s say you did have a day off, what would you do?” He looks startled by your question and glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” You chat for a bit longer before it’s time to head to the meeting in your mother’s office. You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.]]Smiling at him, you ask, “Are you worried about me, Constantine?” He walks closer and the intensity of his blue gaze draws you in. A gaze clearer than Aurora’s sky, but with depths deeper than Eurybia's sea. “Of course,” he says. Butterflies swarm your stomach. Then he adds, “You’re not too different from your twin, both reckless royals, so you probably need someone to take care of you.” His eyes twinkle with mischief. You cross your arms and purse your lips. “I absolutely resent that statement.” His laughter filled your ears, a sound so delightful that your heart speeds up. Smirking, he tells you, “You’re cute when you’re pouting.” And now your heart is in overdrive. “You think I’m cute?” His eyes widen and he rubs a hand on the back of his neck, looking anywhere but you. You can’t help but smile and you say, “Well, //you’re// pretty cute when you’re flustered.” His eyes dart back to you - there seems to be some conflict raging inside. You pat the space next to you and he sits. Turning to you, he says, “Seriously, you shouldn’t be out here alone. Not with an assassin on the loose.” You glance away from him and stare at the water trickling through the stream. Clear in some areas, muddy in others. “I just wanted to clear my head, but $horsename needs to rest, so I thought I’d take a break.” He nods thoughtfully, watching the water, too. “$horsename, huh? My horse’s name is Allegiance. We should ride together next time.” You glance at him with a grin. “So you can keep me safe from the forest?” He glances at you from the corner of his eye, lips slightly upturned. “Something like that.” You sit in companionable silence for a moment before asking, “What were you doing in the forest?” “Same as you - clearing my head. I was checking in with a guard on the perimeter and I was passing by when I heard $horsename neighing. I didn’t want to leave without checking to see who was out here.” “Lucky me,” you say, gazing at him. He smiles at you softly. You sit together for a while, asking each other questions. At one point you turn and ask, “So, let’s say you had a day off, what would you do?” He glances out at the forest. You notice a twinge of pink on his cheeks. “Well,” he says, voice quiet, “I’d like to go to the theater.” “What genre of plays do you like to watch?” He rubs a hand on the back of his neck, still not looking at you. “Comedy and…romance.” You nod. “And what’s your favorite?” “Lysistrata.” Finally, he glances at you. You offer a smile. “That’s a good one, indeed.” He smiles back. “As much as I’d like to chat with you all day, we should head to your mother’s office.” You sigh and stand. “You’re right, of course.” You untie your horse and then remember that Constantine will have to walk back. You… * [[walk back with him, leading|ch1walkwithc]] $horsename. * [[ask if he wants to ride with you - though it means he’ll be pressed up behind you.]]<<set $cfriend to +2>>You tell him that you’ll walk back, too. You walk in relative silence, both enjoying the quiet and knowing that it will be gone as soon as you’re back at the castle. When you arrive, James is waiting for you, surprise evident on his face. “I was wondering where you were, Constantine,” James says. Your brother narrows his eyes at you. “Mother’s waiting.” You nod and unsaddle your horse. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. James glances between you and his friend a few times on the way, but doesn’t say anything. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]You clear your throat and glance at him. “We can ride together, if you want.” Surprise flashes across his face. It takes him an agonizing moment to respond and you feel regret set in. But then he says, “I wouldn’t mind - but are you sure that’s alright, $mcname?” You nod your head, relieved. “Of course, why wouldn’t it be? It’s just a ride, Constantine.” He sucks in a breath. “Right, of course. Alright then.” You climb onto $horsename first and he follows. As you start riding towards the stables, Constantine… * [[wraps his strong arms around you.|ch1horserideclose]] * [[scoots further back so he’s not touching you.|ch1horseridescoot]]<<set $cflirt to +2>>Constantine hesitantly wraps his arms around you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, willing yourself not to get flustered by his strong, warm frame pressed against yours. His presence is comforting and peaceful, like the quiet world surrounding you both in this moment. Neither of you speaks and when you reach the stables, James is waiting. A small frown forms on his face as his eyes scan you both. Constantine quickly pulls away and hops down from your horse. James raises an eyebrow at you. “Well, what do we have here, $mcsibling?” You ignore your brother and focus on unsaddling your horse while James and Constantine chat. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. James glances between you and his friend several times on the way, but makes no further comment. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]<<set $cfriend to +2>>Constantine makes himself as small as possible, taking care to not touch you by scooting further back and resting his arms at his side. You appreciate his thoughtfulness and let out a sigh of relief. Neither of you speaks and when you reach the stables, James is waiting. A small frown forms on his face as his eyes scan you both. Constantine quickly pulls away and hops down from your horse. James raises an eyebrow at you. “Well, what do we have here, $mcsibling?” You ignore your brother and focus on unsaddling your horse while James and Constantine chat. When you’re done, you all head to your mother’s office. [[Settling into your mother’s office, you look around to see your mother at her desk.|ch1vivoffice]]You prop yourself against a corner wall and observe him. Brows furrowed in concentration with black locks of hair framing his face. Suddenly, his hazel eyes snap to you. “Were you just planning to ogle me or are you going to help?” You weren’t expecting that. You... * [[move closer and ask how you can help.|ch1asktohelp][$felixfriend +=2]] * [["I-I wasn't ogling!"|ch1felixshyflirt][$felixflirt +=2]]//❤️// * [[admit that you’d prefer to keep ogling.|ch1felixboldflirt][$felixflirt +=2]] //❤️//You’re not supposed to be in here, you know.” Felix turns away from the stove. He throws you a mocking look. “And //you// are?” You shrug. “Well, I won’t get in any real trouble, but you could.” He chuckles. “Do I look like a man who runs at the first sight of trouble? Besides, you’ll vouch for me, right?” He winks at you before turning back to the pan. You move closer to inspect his dish. “What is it?” you ask. “No clue. Just started mixing stuff.” “Sounds like a terrible idea.” He rolls his eyes. “Are you just going to criticize or do something useful?” You narrow your eyes at him, “What do you want me to do?” He tosses you a rag. “Mess isn’t going to clean itself.” You groan but start wiping flour up. He laughs quietly to himself. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You slap his shoulder with the flour-soaked rag. He throws you a playful glare. You work in silence until he asks, “What’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking in your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]]"I-I wasn’t ogling!” Your face heats and a bead of sweat roll down the side of your face at his intense gaze. Felix smirks. “Too warm in the kitchen for you?” His gaze pierces yours. You tug at your top and glance around. “It is a bit warm.” “Mhhm.” He turns back to the stove. “Come on, then.” He waves a hand, wanting you to come closer. You move closer and he... * [[tells you to start cleaning.|ch1asktohelp]] * [[offers you a taste.|ch1felixtakeabit]] //❤️//“Well, if I’m being honest, I’d prefer to just watch.” He smirks, hazel eyes burning into you. “Yes, I’m sure you would.” For a moment you think he’ll leave you to do just that but then he says, “Royal or not, get your ass over here.” You chuckle and move closer. He… * [[tells you to start cleaning.|ch1asktohelp]] * [[offers you a taste.|ch1felixtakeabit]] //❤️//You move closer to the center of chaos. “Alright, alright. What do you want me to do?” He tosses you a rag. “Mess isn’t going to clean itself.” You narrow your eyes at him but start wiping flour up. He laughs quietly to himself. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it.” You slap his shoulder with the flour-soaked rag. He throws you a playful glare. You work in silence until he asks, “What’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking into your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]]<<set $felixflirt to +2>>“Want a taste?” he offers, holding a spoonful toward you. “What is it?” you inquire. He smirks. “Just take a bite, $mcname.” Hesitantly, you open your mouth. He slides the spoon between your lips. Your eyes flutter closed and you can’t withhold a small moan as a sweet flavor envelops your senses. Swallowing, you open your eyes and meet his smoldering gaze causing you to let out a ragged breath. “Well?” he asks, voice a whisper. You take a step back and clear your throat. “Delicious.” He chuckles, turning back to the stove. “That’s a relief because I have no fucking clue what this is. I just started mixing things that seemed to work well together.” You huff. “Guess I know who //not// to trust.” He laughs and throws you a quick, pointed glance. “I’d say I’m the least of your worries.” Turning fully toward you, he asks, “Speaking of, what’s the real reason you’re here?” Looking around the kitchen, you tell him, “I got hungry and…I was missing my father.” His gaze softens. “What’s lost cannot be found again. But memories can remind us of what was once whole.” You start cleaning the counter next to him. After a moment, you speak, “But memories are a painful reminder of what’s missing.” He stops stirring and removes the pan from the stove, then turns to you, wiping his hands on the ruined apron hanging around his broad frame. Looking into your eyes, he muses, “Pain is inevitable. I’d much prefer a fleeting glimpse of happiness than to wallow in the darkness of loneliness.” Before you can respond, he quickly adds, “But that’s a preference. Don’t let anyone dictate to you the correct way to feel or not to feel.” “Thank you, Felix,” you say with a small smile, which he returns. [[You spend a few more minutes cleaning the kitchen before telling him that you’ve got to leave to meet your mother.|ch1vivoffice]] You take a deep breath to prepare for whatever information your mother’s going to share. Up until this point, the details surrounding your father’s death have practically been kept a secret from you. You only know he was ambushed and assassinated. You come to stand next to your brother, with Anna on your other side. The Queen glances around the room at everyone gathered. “As you all know, the King was assassinated shortly after the war ended. Less than a month ago.” Her eyes find yours again. “The truth is that he didn’t die in Arandale. He died on the Castelonian border, hours after returning by ship.” If he died hours after arriving by ship, that means he was only about a two days ride from the castle. Two days from the protection of these walls. Two days from seeing your mother again. You glance around the room. Margaret avoids your gaze, Anna glares at the floor and James and Constantine are somber but don’t look surprised. It seems like you’re the last to know. When James meets your eyes, there is a lingering emotion - one you can only describe as heartbreak. “Constantine and I were with father when we were ambushed,” he begins before glancing down at his hands. After a moment he looks back at you and you can see the unshed tears he’s desperately trying to contain. “We fought so hard, $mcname,” his voice breaks as continues, “but it wasn’t enough. There were a dozen of us and at least forty of them.” He turns away, breathing ragged. You glance at Constantine, but his gaze is burning into the floor, jaw clenched and white knuckles gripping the hilt of his sword. You… * [[hug your brother.|ch1hugjames][$jamestrust +=2]] * [[say nothing but glance at your mother.|ch1lookatviv]]Up until this point, the details surrounding your father’s death have practically been kept a secret from you. You only know he was ambushed and assassinated. Although you’re eager to hear what your mother has to tell you, you know it would not do well to offer your emotions freely. So, you push your anxieties and questions away, keeping your face impassive. The Queen glances around the room at everyone gathered. “As you all know, the King was assassinated shortly after the war ended. Less than a month ago.” Her eyes find yours again. “The truth is that he didn’t die in Arandale. He died on the Castelonian border, hours after returning by ship.” If he died hours after arriving by ship, that means he was only about a two days ride from the castle. Two days from the protection of these walls. Two days from seeing your mother again. Your stomach flips as you wonder how this could have happened. You take care not to let the others see your mask slip but it’s a battle as questions surge through your mind. You glance around the room. Margaret avoids your gaze, Anna glares at the floor and James and Constantine are somber but don’t look surprised. It seems like you’re the last to know. When James meets your eyes, there is a lingering emotion - one you can only describe as heartbreak. “Constantine and I were with father when we were ambushed,” he begins before glancing down at his hands. After a moment he looks back at you and you can see the unshed tears he’s desperately trying to contain. “We fought so hard, $mcname,” his voice breaks as continues, “but it wasn’t enough. There were a dozen of us and at least forty of them.” He turns away, breathing ragged. You glance at Constantine, but his gaze is burning into the floor, jaw clenched and white knuckles gripping the hilt of his sword. You… * [[hug your brother.|ch1hugjames]] * [[say nothing but glance at your mother.|ch1lookatviv]]James looks as broken as you feel. You turn and wrap your arms around him. Like a dam, his tears break free. You’ve rarely seen your brother cry. Even when you were children, he always had a carefree smile on his face. “I’m sorry,” he sobs into your shoulder. “I’m sorry we couldn’t save him.” You… * [[wrap your arms tighter around him.|ch1hugjamesmore]] * [[release him from the hug.|ch1letjamesgo]] You refuse to let your emotions get the best of you. You are in control. You must be in control. And so you turn your gaze towards your mother. She stares at you for a moment with a frown. Then she declares, “We must find the culprit,” adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed, $mcsibling but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] <<if $mottocalm is true or $deceptive is true >>* [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie.//(Deceptive) or (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)//|ch1officedecieve]]<</if>><<if $mottocalm is false and $deceptive is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Deceptive Attribue or the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>>You wrap your arms tighter around him, wishing you could protect him from the guilt he feels. “You don’t need to be sorry. Father wouldn’t want that either.” He sucks in a breath and pulls back. “I thought you would hate me,” he whispers, looking down at his hands. You squeeze his shoulder, causing him to glance up at you. “Never,” you utter. He smiles at you, relieved, and you both turn back to your mother, whose gaze is guarded. “We must find the culprit,” your mother says, adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed, $mcsibling but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] <<if $mottocalm is true or $deceptive is true >>* [[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie.//(Deceptive) or (Verissimo Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)//|ch1officedecieve]]<</if>><<if $mottocalm is false and $deceptive is false>>//Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Deceptive Attribue or the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>>You release your hold on him. “You don’t need to be sorry. Father wouldn’t want that either.” He sucks in a breath and nods. You both turn back to your mother whose gaze is guarded. “We must find the culprit,” your mother says, adding, “While I do suspect Arandale, we don’t have proof and the war is over. This investigation requires discretion.” Spying - she means. You can’t help but glance at Margaret. There’s no doubt that the Lady of the Shadows is here to carry out your mother’s orders. When you look back to your mother, she tells you, “Margaret will work in the shadows, as she does best. Constantine will assist James with putting her intel to work." There’s silence for a moment and it’s telling. She doesn’t want you involved. You stare back at her, hoping your gaze meets her intensity. “I need to be a part of this, too.” She sighs. “We both know that it’s too dangerous, $mcname.” She says your name softly as if scared that the truth will crush you. You scoff. “How can I lead our people one day if I can’t find my own father’s killer?” James clears his throat. “We’ll keep you informed, $mcsibling but you need to step back from this. You’re the Heir now.” Backed into a corner, you glance around at everyone. Constantine, Anna, and Margaret - all look away. Whether they agree with you or not, none is eager to challenge your mother. You don’t blame them. You… * [[argue that you have as much right to be involved as anyone.|ch1officeargue]] * [[don’t respond, just leave the room.|ch1officeleave]] * <<if $mottostoic is true>>[[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie. (Motto: Keep the Mind Calm)|ch1officedecieve]]<</if>><<if $mottostoic is false>> //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Family Motto: Keep the Mind Calm//<</if>> * <<if $deceptive is true>>[[tell them you’ll stay away from the investigation. It’s a lie. (Deceptive)|ch1officedecieve]]<</if>><<if$deceptive is false>> //Choice is unavailable because you do not have the Deceptive Attribute//<</if>>You give James a pointed look. “I have as much right to be involved as anyone else here. If not more.” Your mother's serious tone interrupts whatever response he had. “It's not about right and wrong. It’s a matter of safety.” You give her an incredulous look. “What’s safer than awareness of the threat, //Your Majesty//?” She narrows her eyes at your tone. Perhaps that would have been out of line yesterday, but you’re the Harbinger today and that essentially makes you equals. You’re startled out of your staredown by the clearing of a throat. “The $royaltitle is right. Being left in the dark is the worst possible path. Perhaps I can find a subtle use for $himher?” Margaret suggests. James' angry voice rings out, “Are you mad? You’re not going to use my $mcsibling like bait.” Margaret rolls her eyes. “As fun as that sounds, it's not quite what I had in mind.” The Queen throws a glare the spy’s way. “I don’t care what you had in mind, Margaret. $mcname is staying out of this.” Margaret stares at her for a moment and then nods, seeming to understand this is a losing battle. “It seems I’m powerful in title only,” you muse. “You know that’s not true,” Anna claims. You glance around the room. “It’s clear where you all stand - I’ll take my leave since my voice is not valued in this discussion.” [[You leave abruptly, anger surging through your body.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]You straighten up and nod at your brother. “Of course, you’re right James,” you throw him a small smile, saying, “I’ll silently support you from the sidelines. Just be sure to keep me abreast of any updates. Alright?” Your mother visibly relaxes. “Thank you, darling. I can’t stand the thought of you in harm's way.” Constantine clears his throat and glances at you. “I’ll choose two rotating guards that I trust for your care.” * [[Thank him|ch1officethanks][$cfriend +=2]] * [[“Oh? And here I thought I might just have you all to myself.”|ch1officeflirt][$cflirt +=2]]//❤️//This ridiculousness doesn’t dignify a response. You make a huffing noise and turn on your heel, ignoring the sound of your name as you head to the gallery. And so, here you are again, in the gallery. This time, your eyes are consumed by your father’s favorite painting. It depicts a young person staring into a mirror, shock etched into their features. Behind them, a hooded figure plunges a dagger into their back. Father always said it was his favorite because it reminded him to never forget that the shadows provide as much danger as they provide refuge. The secrets we hold, and the secrets those we trust hold, can come back to stab us in the back. You sit down on the bench in front of the painting, thinking about his letter and the truth about his death. All he wanted was for your family to be whole again. And now it never will. A darkness takes hold of your heart. It reminds you of something your father once said. Closing your eyes, you can hear his whisper in your mind. //“Do not be afraid of the darkness, little one. For it is darkness that keeps us human. It cannot always be light. And it should not. Only in times of darkness are we enlightened to understand who among us accepts us for our truest selves.”// Where do you go from here? A question you’ve been asking yourself since you read that letter. Since your world broke and reformed into something unknown. And you don’t know the answer. Don’t know what happens next, or how, or why, or in what way. What you do know, is that the silence hurts. [[Shaking away your scattered thoughts, you retire for the night, telling yourself that you’ll think on all this tomorrow and figure out how you can investigate without angering your mother.|ch1retire]]“Thank you, Constantine.” “Of course,” he says, adding “it’s my duty to protect you, your brother, and the Queen.” You nod and look around the room. It appears they’ve bought into your deception, for now. “Well,” you say, “I’m going to retire for the night. Let me know when there’s a new development.” [[You leave before another word can be spoken and allow your feet to carry you where they will.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]]]You meet his lovely blue gaze. “Oh? And here I thought I might just have you all to myself.” His eyes widen, whereas, you brother narrows his eyes at you. James grits his teeth and asks, “Do you take anything seriously, or is it all a game to you?” You glance at you brother with a tilted head. “I assure you, it is a game. And one I intend to win.” [[With that, you spin on your heel and leave the room.|ch1officeleavetogallery]]And so, here you are again, in the gallery. This time, your eyes are consumed by your father’s favorite painting. It depicts a young person staring into a mirror, shock etched into their features. Behind them, a hooded figure plunges a dagger into their back. Father always said it was his favorite because it reminded him to never forget that the shadows provide as much danger as they provide refuge. The secrets we hold, and the secrets those we trust hold, can come back to stab us in the back. You sit down on the bench in front of the painting, thinking about his letter and the truth about his death. All he wanted was for your family to be whole again. And now it never will. A darkness takes hold of your heart. It reminds you of something your father once said. Closing your eyes, you can hear his whisper in your mind. //“Do not be afraid of the darkness, little one. For it is darkness that keeps us human. It cannot always be light. And it should not. Only in times of darkness are we enlightened to understand who among us accepts us for our truest selves.”// Where do you go from here? A question you’ve been asking yourself since you read that letter. Since your world broke and reformed into something unknown. And you don’t know the answer. Don’t know what happens next, or how, or why, or in what way. What you do know, is that the silence hurts. [[Shaking away your scattered thoughts, you retire for the night, telling yourself that you’ll think on all this tomorrow and figure out how you can investigate without angering your mother.|ch1retire]]You’ve been lying here for hours but sleep refuses to comfort you. But perhaps its for the best, as an urgent knock startles you out of bed and toward the threshold. You’re surprised to find Anna outside your door. “What’s wrong?” you ask. “There’s a meeting happening in the forest tonight, soldiers who might not be loyal to the Crown. After you left, Margaret said there could be intel there. I thought we should try to eavesdrop.” Your eyes widen and you flash Anna a mischievous grin. “You’re a genius!” She laughs. Then turns serious and says, “If they won’t let us help find your father’s killer, we’ll just have to sneak around.” [[You dress quickly and arrive in the stables shortly after.]]Your hand fumbles with your horses’ saddle. “We need to hurry - I don’t want to miss any of the intel.” Your best friend nods. “We’ll be back before anyone’s the wiser.” A clearing of a throat startles you both. Turning around, you see… * [[Constantine.|ch1endconstantine][$caughtbyc to true]] * [[Margaret.|ch1endmargaret][$caughtbym to true]] * [[Felix and|ch1endfandf][$caughtbyff to true]] $Frederick. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t stay out of trouble.” Constantine stands at the stable doors with his arms crossed. He sighs and you feel a twinge of guilt, knowing his thoughts are consumed with your family’s protection. “Two troublesome twins, you lot,” he grumbles. You can’t help but chuckle. “I’m quite different from my brother, actually, Sir.” He shakes his head but amusement swims in those blue eyes. “What am I supposed to do with you, Your Highness?” Anna clears her throat. “Pretend that you didn’t see us?” He gives her a stern look. “I can’t let the $royaltitle leave the castle, where danger could be lurking.” Plans foiled, you suggest, “Why don’t we just head back in for the night?” He stares at you for a moment, contemplating, then shakes his head no. “I’m sorry, truly, but I have to take you to James.” Anna groans. “You don’t have to…” He frowns. “This isn’t up for discussion. Let’s go.” He motions for you to go ahead of him. You sigh and comply, Anna falling in line next to you. She glances over at you and then behind. “I’m sorry, $mcname.” You give her a small smile. “Not your fault - the gods must have their reasons.” She doesn’t respond and you reach your brother’s room before long. Constantine knocks on the door and a surprised James opens it. [[Your brother narrows his eyes, looking between Anna and yourself.][$jamestrust +=2]] “I hate how predictable you were,” Margaret says, leaning against the wall with her lips curled into a smirk. At your bewildered look, she lets out a laugh and walks closer. Giving you a pointed look, she says, “If you wanted to sneak around, you only needed to say, Your Highness.” Anna tenses up. “So, what, this was a setup?” Margaret glances over at Anna. “I needed to see how far the $royaltitle would go to be a part of the investigation.” She turns her sharp brown gaze back to you. You shift on your feet and ask, “And my mother knows about this?” Her eyes bore into you. “No. I don’t agree with excluding you from the investigation.” You and Anna exchange a wary glance. Margaret chuckles lightly. "I suggest you hurry back to your rooms lest someone else find you." And with that, she walks out. Anna grumbles something. You turn to her. “What’d you say?” She sighs, running a hand over her face. “I can’t believe she tricked us like that!” You shrug. “What does it matter? It’s not like we’re spies. We don’t know how to play her game, yet.” Anna doesn’t say anything, so you unsaddle the horses and head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” James walks you to your chambers. [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end][$jamestrust +=2]] (Recommend saving now before clicking to the next page!)$Frederick stands in the door, frowning with furrowed brows. Felix is on the other side, eyeing your horses. "I didn’t believe Felix when he said he saw you two rushing towards the stables. Lucky that he was itching for a snack so late at night.” $pluralf voice isn’t stern, but laced with concern. You straighten up. “It’s not a crime to go for a ride with my friend, is it?” Felix chuckles, hazel gaze boring into yours. “No, but something tells me this isn’t that.” $Frederick and Felix walk over to stand in front of you. “What’s going on, $mcname?” You hesitate, but some nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach emboldens you to tell them. “My mother and James have forbidden me from investigating the King’s death, but I can’t just sit around.” You close your eyes, willing your emotions to stay in check. You… * [[hear the voice of|ch1fvoiceend][$ffriend to +2, $jamestrust +=2]] $Frederick. * [[feel yourself relax as Felix’s arms wrap around you.|ch1felixendhug][$felixfriend to +2, $jamestrust +=2]] * [[feel yourself relax as|ch1fendhug][$ffriend to +2, $jamestrust +=2]] $pluralf arms wrap around you. He lets our an exasperated sigh. “What have you done?” “Nothing yet - I caught them trying to sneak out of the castle.” James ushers you into his room. Looking around, you see that, much like your room, it remains unchanged. Next to the balcony doors sit a desk, overflowing with letters. The candle flickers brightly and you wonder if that’s what he’s been doing all night. James crosses his arms and speaks, drawing your eyes away from his desk, “What do you have to say for yourself?” He stares at you sternly. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. Constantine glances over to you and Anna. “I’ll walk you both back to your rooms.” “Thank you, Constantine,” you offer a smile and he returns it with a slight nod. [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]] (Recommend saving now before clicking to the next page!) !Act I: Truth Lingers in the Shadows !!Chapter II <center>//Him, on whom you lean so much confidence, him,// //if your eyes were unsealed, you would know for your// //worst enemy. It is wise in these evil days to seek but little// //after friendships. The speech of our fellows rings fair only from afar.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain LVI, Translated by Justin McCarthy)</center> <center>[[Your pet arrives today.|startchapter2]]</center> $pluralf voice wills you to open your eyes, $fhim and Felix both staring at you with concern. $Frederick runs a hand through $fhis hair. “This is dangerous and I can’t lie - I’m worried. But we’ll help you. This way, at least we can know you’re safe.” Felix nods and gives you a reassuring smile. “Now, why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]] (Recommend saving now before clicking to the next page!)Felix doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, running a gentle hand up and down your back. His presence soothes your mind. "Thank you,” you whisper. He grins at you. “You don’t need to thank your friends for being there.” His smile is infectious and you return it. $Frederick clears $fhis throat and you both look over to see $fhim watching you closely. “This is dangerous - you need to be careful. But we’ll help you. This way, at least I can know you’re safe.” Felix nods and glances at you, adding, “Anything you need. Now, why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]] (Recommend saving now before clicking to the next page!)$pluralf arms wrap around you and with it, a calming woodsy scent. $fhe holds you tight and murmurs in your ear, “This is dangerous and I can’t lie - I’m worried. But we’ll help you. This way, at least I can know you’re safe.” You whisper, “Thank you.” When you separate, you glance at Felix. “Why don’t we walk you back to your rooms?” he suggests. Anna glances at you, silently asking what you want to do. You let out a sigh and nod. “We’ll see if we can get some information from Margaret. Maybe she’ll slip up.” Anna looks disappointed but follows your lead. After unsaddling the horses, you head toward the stable entrance but James steps out of the shadow’s that lead into the castle’s hallway. “You just can’t help but go against our wishes, can you?” He stares at you sternly. You want to look away, but you don’t. You’re the Heir, The Crown $royaltitle, The Harbinger! Straightening up, you cross your arms, too. He raises an eyebrow. “I won’t be commanded, James,” you begin, “Not by you, not by anyone. For whatever reason, you abdicated. You have no right to talk to me like a child.” His eyes widen and then he relaxes, a hand pulling at his hair. “You’re right. I’m sorry, $mcname. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” His voice is small, eyes glued to the floor. “I don’t think you understand the toll it takes when you and mother exclude me from something so important. I //need// to be a part of this investigation.” James takes a step closer, reaching out, but then stops himself. With a nod, he says, “Alright, I know you’re right. We’ll work together, but you need to let me lead this.” His eyes plead for you to agree. Well, that’s better than not being a part of it, you muse. With your new responsibilities, you won’t have time to lead it anyway. You look at your brother and nod. “Alright, let’s go to bed then.” Felix and $Frederick say their goodbyes and James walks you to your to chambers. [[The walk is a blur and your last thought before sleep finds you if your father’s face.|ch1end]] (Recommend saving now before clicking to the next page!)You frown and cross your arms. “Don’t act like we’re friends. We’re not.” Surprise flashes in $fhis eyes before he clears his throat and turns back to the shelves. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. I forget myself.” “Yes, you do. Don’t forget this is a product of //your// actions.” $Frederick bites $fhis lip and nods. “I’m well aware,” $fhe says softly. The he turns to you. “Do you think you’ll ever trust me again?” You contemplate for a moment. You say… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]] A sigh falls from your lips are exhaustion riddles your bones. It seems that no matter how hard you try, peace is nowhere to be found for you. You aren’t sure how to respond to $Frederick when things are still complicated between the two of you. $fHe seems to pick up on the atmosphere and shifts $fhis weight to $fhis other foot. $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “I’m sorry. About the bookshelf and, uhm, well, everything. I know I still need to give you an explanation, but do you ever think you might trust me again?” You contemplate for a moment. You say… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]]You scoff and gaze at $Frederick with your best glare. “I can’t believe the people in charge have hired someone so rude to manage this sanctum of knowledge.” $fHe grins.“I’m pretty good friends with the people in charge, so I don’t think filing a complaint will do anything.” You laugh and nod, saying, “You might be right.” $fHe feigns mock offense. “Might?!” “Well...you did skip town on someone who cared for you.” $fHe looks away and scratches $fhis cheek. That green gaze you know all too well turns to you. “Do you think you could ever trust me again?” You… * [["Trust has to be earned."|ch1librarytrustearned]] * [["That all depends on you."|ch1librarytrustdepends]]<<if $touchaverse is true>> You sigh dramatically and lean against the bookshelf. “Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology.” $fHis lips twitch but $fhe keeps $fhis face straight and says in a deadpan voice, “Right, sorry about that.” You gasp. “Not good enough!” $!fhe laughs and then gets down on both knees. You look down into $fhis mesmerizing green eyes. “I beg you to forgive me, oh great Harbinger! How wicked of me to upgrade the library to ensure your continued reading pleasure!” You can’t help but laugh and $fhe joins in. $fhe stands up brushing off $fhis trousers.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>> You sigh dramatically and lean against the bookshelf. “Irreparable damage has been done to me - I may never be able to stroll a library again. I expect a formal apology.” $fHis lips twitch but $fhe keeps $fhis face straight and says in a deadpan voice, “Right, sorry about that.” You gasp. “Not good enough!” $fhe laughs and then gets down on both knees, grabbing your hands. You look down into $fhis mesmerizing green eyes. "I beg you to forgive me, oh great Harbinger! How wicked of me to upgrade the library to ensure your continued reading pleasure!” You can’t help but laugh and $fhe joins in. $fhe stands up brushing off $fhis trousers.<</if>> You realize how close you are and… * [[take a small step back.|ch1librarystepback]] * [[find your eyes drawn to plump pink lips.|ch1libraryeyestolips]]“I’m glad you’re taking good care of this place. We spent a lot of time here as children. It’s good to have someone enthusiastic taking care of such an important part of the castle.” $fHe nods. “I’ve been cleaning all morning. I think I’ve dusted away a decade of dirt.” You grin. “That’s entirely possible - the last librarian spent her days napping behind the desk and yelling at children for being too loud.” “Once I’m finished with the updates, I’d love to open the library to those who don’t normally have access to the castle.” $fHe bites $fhis lip and glances at you. “Do you think that’d be possible?” You contemplate for a moment. Inviting more people into the castle, especially with an assassin on the loose, isn’t the best idea. But, it would boost your people’s morale - and that’s in desperate need. You tell $fhim, “With some careful planning around security, I’m sure we could make it work. Besides, Aurora wouldn’t want us keeping the library’s brilliance to ourselves.” $Frederick looks at you with twinkling eyes. “I knew you’d see it my way!” You laugh. “Let’s talk about more of your ideas later, okay? I’ve got to get to a meeting with my mother right now.” After saying your goodbyes, you head to your mother’s office. Feeling a bit lighter than you have in days. Hopeful even. [[But as you walk into your mother’s office, you wonder how long that will last.|ch1vivoffice]]You tear your eyes away from $fhis intense gaze.“ Trust has to be earned, $Frederick.” $fHe nods $fhis head, conflict raging on $fhis face. $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Well, it was nice to see you,” $fhe says, voice strained. Then adds, “I should get back to work.” You nod. “I’ll see you around.” As you leave the library and walk to your mother’s office, you think about the Oracle’s words. Who to trust? Too many mistakes have sprung from placing it in the wrong people. [[Shaking your head, you push the thoughts away for now and enter the office.|ch1vivoffice]]You tear your eyes away from $fhis intense gaze. “That all depends on you, $Frederick.” Hope swims in $fhis eyes. "Does that mean you'll give me a chance to prove myself?" After a moment you respond, "Perhaps. I'm still figuring out how I feel about this and...other things." $Frederick clears $fhis throat. “Well, I understand. And I'll respect whatever decision you make in the end,” $fhe says, voice strained. Then adds, “I should get back to work.” You nod. “I’ll see you around.” As you leave the library and walk to your mother’s office, you think about the Oracle’s words. Who to trust? Too many mistakes have sprung from placing it in the wrong people. [[Shaking your head, you push the thoughts away for now and enter the office.|ch1vivoffice]]“I’m glad you’re taking good care of this place. We spent a lot of time here as children.” $fhe nods. “I’ve been cleaning all morning. I think I’ve dusted away a decade of dirt.” You grin. “That’s entirely possible - the last librarian spent her days napping behind the desk and yelling at children for being too loud.” $fhe starts to walk and you follow $fhim over to a couch in the corner. “What brings you to the library today?” You sigh, explaining, “I wanted some peace from all the chaos of the castle.” $Frederick nods $fhis head. “Fair,” then glancing at you, says, “well, I’m glad it brought you to me.” You glance away, conflict raging in your mind. $fhe clears $fhis throat and you turn your gaze back to $fhim. “I’m sorry about the bookshelf...and a lot of other things. It wasn’t right how I left, but I’m going to show you that you can trust me again. And I will explain everything, I promise.” You’re quiet for a moment before saying, “We'll see.” After a few moments of comfortable silence, $fhe tells you, “I should get back to work - the shelves won’t clean themselves.” [[You say goodbye and head to your mother's office.|ch1vivoffice]]<<if $fexlove is true>> Somehow you knew you’d end up here - unable to tear your eyes away from the soft lips of the $fman that you once gave every part of your heart to. You’re so close you can feel the warmth of $fhis body. You try to tear your gaze away from the temptation, but it’s a losing battle. “$mcname?” Your name falls off $fhis lips as a soft whisper. But it’s enough to break your trance and you look into $fhis eyes. Whatever you’re feeling, you’re not alone.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>You didn’t expect to end up here with the $fman you once trusted with everything. You’re so close you can feel the warmth of $fhis body. You try to tear your gaze away from the temptation, but it’s a losing battle. “$mcname?” Your name falls off $fhis lips as a soft whisper. But it’s enough to break your trance and you look into $fhis eyes. Whatever you’re feeling, you’re not alone.<</if>> You... * [[don’t care if things are unsaid between you. You need to feel those lips.|ch1librarygoforkiss][$fflirt +=2]] * <<if $fexlove is true>>[[cannot allow your stirring feelings to take control. You need to get out of here.|ch1libraryresistkiss]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> [[cannot allow these unfamiliar feelings to take control. You need to get out of here.|ch1libraryresistkiss]]<</if>>Apologies and explanations mean nothing at this moment. You only care about the ache your body feels and how distant $fhe is. You close the distance, your breath caressing $fhis face and sending a shiver down $fhis spine. A sight you delight in as your lips curve into a smile. You close your eyes, leaning in, anticipation coursing through your veins. But the gods are cruel today. Someone lets out a startled scream, causing you both to jump away. Your eyes land on a small child who stares at you with wide eyes. “Adults are gross!” the child shouts before running off. You stare shocked for a moment before turning your gaze to $Frederick who has a rueful smile on $fhis face. “Figures we’d be interrupted by a brat,” $fhe mutters. You give $fhim an amused look. “I thought you liked children.” $fHe scoffs. “Reconsidering my stance as we speak.” You chuckle. “Well, I should get to the meeting with my mother. See you later?” $fHe smiles, “I’ll be counting the minutes.” [[You walk away, knowing you’ll most likely be counting the minutes as well.|ch1vivoffice]] It takes everything in you to ignore the heat of $fhis body and the sparks dancing on your skin as $fhe drinks you in. You step away, seeing disappointment fill $fhis gaze. You clear your throat. “I’m late for a meeting,” you say hastily. [[Then you quickly leave and head to your mother’s office, ignoring the race your heart is running.|ch1vivoffice]]<<if $fexlove>>“Not quite a fair deal, $Frederick.” Still, you take $fhis outstretched hand. Felix laughs, “Nothing’s fair in love and war!” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes, “I’m fairly certain that’s not the right phrase.” $fHe leads you away to the middle of the ballroom where a few people dance. You contemplate the statement, “But it makes more sense, no?” You begin your dance, $fhis smooth hand on your upper back. “What makes you say that?” “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain.” $fHe contemplates for far too long and you wonder if you should say something else. Finally, $fHe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” "$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her. But never in the way I've loved you." $fhe pauses to glance at you and your heart speads up. You can't help but wonder if $fhe still cares for you. "Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there. But I don’t think I prepared myself for what was waiting.”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>“Not quite a fair deal, $Frederick.” Still, you take $fhis outstretched hand. Felix laughs, “Nothing’s fair in love and war!” $Frederick rolls $fhis eyes, “I’m fairly certain that’s not the right phrase.” $fHe leads you away to the middle of the ballroom where a few people dance. You contemplate the statement, “But it makes more sense, no?” You begin your dance, $fhis smooth hand on your upper back. “What makes you say that?” “Both love and war have a way of showing us the injustices of the world.” $fhe contemplates for far too long and you wonder if you should say something else. Finally, $fhe speaks. “My wife...her name was Lucille.” You stiffen at the unexpected answer. “Was?” “She fell ill and died shortly after we were married.” “$Frederick...I’m truly sorry.” $fHe offers you a soft smile. “Love and war….they both certainly know how to cause us pain. I think maybe I’ve seen enough of both in this lifetime.” You let silence fill the air, unsure what to say. Or if you should say anything. “I loved her, but it was platonic. She wasn’t the one for me. Once the war ended, Felix suggested we come back since nothing was keeping us there.”<</if>> You... * [[...say, "I didn't expect to see you here tonight."|prologuedancefdidntexpect]] * [[...say, "It'll be nice to have my friends back."|prologuedanceffriends]]But you walk past $fhim and put your hand out for Felix. “Care to dance, Felix?” He stiffens and glances over your shoulder at $Frederick. But when he turns back to you, his warm hand gently takes yours. “I’d be honored,” he says with a wink. You don’t spare $Frederick a single glance, focusing on ignoring $fhim. Felix allows you to take lead, and he stays in sync, matching your movements fluidly. Your bodies move as one in comfortable silence for a moment. You tilt your head a bit to observe him. The last time you saw Felix, you were sixteen and he was nineteen. He was… * [[a friend you had a crush on.|prologuecondancewithfelix][$crushedonfelix to true]] * [[someone you only saw as your friend.|prologuecondancewithfelix]]<<if $crushedonfelix and $fexlove>>About a year before Felix and $Frederick left, you had developed a crush on him. You knew it was stupid. You were in love with his $fsibling. But every time he came into a room, your heart would speed up and you found it hard to take your eyes off of him. You remember how difficult it was managing your love for $Frederick and your budding feelings for Felix. But now you’re older, you aren't with $Frederick anymore, and the cards are all in your hands.<</if>><<if $crushedonfelix is true and $fexlove is false>> <</if>><<if $crushedonfelix and $fexlove>>You only ever saw Felix as a friend. Which is a good thing because you loved $Frederick at the time. But now he’s back, you’re both adults, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false and $crushedonfelix is true>> About a year before Felix and $Frederick left, you had developed a crush on him. You knew it was stupid. He was your best friend’s brother and older than you. But every time he came into a room, your heart would speed up and you found it hard to take your eyes off of him. Over time $Frederick began to notice and tease you about your crush, which you vehemently denied. But now you’re older, he’s back, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>><<if $crushedonfelix is false and $fexlove is false>> You only ever saw Felix as a friend. But now he’s back, you’re both adults, and the cards are in your hands.<</if>> A question lingers in his hazel eyes. “You only asked me to dance to make $Frederick jealous, right?” You... * [[admit that it’s true.|prologuedancewithfelixtomakejealous][$fflirt to +2]] * [[insist that you just wanted to dance with him.][$felixflirt to +2]] //❤️// * [[tell him that you asked because you don’t want to be around|prologuedancewithfelixnotaroundf]] $Frederick right now. <<set $felixflirt to +1>>Your eyes trace his face and see a guarded curiosity. “Is it so hard to believe that I just wanted to dance with you, Felix?” <<if $fexlove is true>>“Why would you want to do that?” He glances away and you wonder what’s going through his mind. You tilt your head a bit. “And why //wouldn’t// I want to dance with you?” Looking back at you, he pulls you closer. “Because things can get complicated,” he whispers, hot breath fanning your face. “How so?” He smiles softly. “Just know, I’ll fight for what I want.” You study his face for a moment, your body flooding with heat at the proximity. Finally, you say, “$fHe left and found someone else.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” Felix uses his thumb to rub circles into your hand. He smiles at you. “Enough about $fhim for now.” "Alright,” you muse. “What do you want to talk about then?” As the dance comes to a stop, he reaches his hand out, as if to touch your cheek but stops himself. “How about we discuss how lovely you are?” You... * [[feel your face flush.|prologuedancewithfelixflush]] * [[ask how many times he’s used that line.|prologudedancefelixusedline]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>Felix offers you a grin. “Is that so?” He pulls you closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth roll off of him. You... * [[avoid his eyes and say, “Y-Yeah.”|prologudedancefelixshy]] * [[look him in the eyes with a smirk.|prologuedancefelixbold]]<</if>>You suck in a ragged breath, feeling your face warm at his close proximity and honeyed words. “We should,” you gesture toward Anna, “return - we should go.” He chuckles. “As you wish, love.” You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick. When you quickly glance at Felix, he’s not looking at you but he has a soft smile on his face. [[It sends your heart into overdrive.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]<<if $fexlove is true>>“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “I just…I can’t be around $fhim right now.” Felix’s gaze softens. “Well, I’ll be here whenever you need.” His hazel eyes offer a calmness you haven’t felt in a while. “Thank you, Felix.” You look past him and meet $pluralf gaze. Your heart clenches and you have to look away. “Hey,” Felix says. When you look at him, he offers a smile. “Everything will work out the way its supposed to.” “How can it? $fHe left me for someone else.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. The music slows, as do both of you. You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick.<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>>“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “I just…I can’t be around $fhim right now.” Felix’s gaze softens. “Well, I’ll be here whenever you need.” His hazel eyes offer a calmness you haven’t felt in a while. “Thank you, Felix.” You look past him and meet $pluralf gaze. Your heart clenches and you have to look away. “Hey,” Felix says. When you look at him, he offers a smile. “Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to.” “How can it? $fHe left me without saying goodbye. What kind of friend does that?.” Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// leave and $fhe did get married…but there’s more to it.” “Well, I hope $fhe has a good explanation,” you say, “because it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. The music slows, as do both of you. You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick.<</if>> [[Anna's voice travels.|prolougeafterfelixdance]] You chuckle. “Tell me, how many times have you used that line, Felix?” He raises an eyebrow. “Are you accusing me of being a flirt, $mcname?” You shrug. “Are you?” He pulls his hand away from your face. “I won’t admit to such a thing.” He smirks. “But you //are// lovely.” You roll your eyes, a small smile on your face. ‘What am I meant to do with you?” You both start to walk back over to Anna and $Frederick. Felix grins at you. "Whatever you’d like." [[You reach Anna and Felix who are deep in conversation.]]You look away, ashamed for roping Felix into this. “You’re right,” you whisper. His chuckle startles you and you look back at him. He grins at you. “Well, if I’m going to be used, this is the best way.” “I’m relieved you’re not mad.” “No,” he responds, “but I think you should talk to $fhim.” <<if $fexlove is true>>You sigh and glance over to where they’re standing. Anna’s sipping wine while $Frederick is staring at you and Felix with narrowed eyes. You quickly look away. “This was a stupid plan. $fHe left me for someone else.”<</if>><<if $fexlove is false>> You sigh and glance over to where they’re standing. Anna’s sipping wine while $Frederick is staring at you and Felix with sorrowful eyes. You quickly look away. “$fHe left without saying goodbye. I thought I could trust $fhim. I thought we were friends.”<</if>> Felix sighs, shaking his head slightly. “$Frederick //did// get married…but there’s more to it, and $fhis wife died.” The way you lost $fhim when $fhe left is not the same as losing someone to death, but you understand what it’s like to grieve for a love that once was. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you say, “but it doesn’t change what $fhe did.” “Hear $fhim out before you judge too harshly,” Felix replies. The music slows, as do both of you. [[You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]“Well, I’m pleased that you’ve both returned. It’ll be nice to have my friends back.” $fHe chuckles. “But things will never be the same as before, will they?” You pause a moment, pondering. “No, I think not. We’re different people now. Time is fleeting and we only have this moment.” $fHe sighs. “I’d forgotten how philosophical you could be, $mcname.” You can’t help but laugh. “Well, I did hang out with this obnoxious poet back in the day…” $fHe rolls $fhis eyes. “I wasn’t that obnoxious, was I?” “Yes, but we all were, I think. Children don’t know any better than to be children.” “You seem to talk a lot in circles now.” You chuckle. “Yes, well, all politicians do. And what is the Crown, but a politician graced by the gods’ blessings?” $Frederick grins at you, “At least you know your faults.” You playfully shove $fhim and $fhe laughs. “What will you and Felix be doing now that you’ve returned?” you ask. “I’ve been offered a role in the library - so we’ll stay at the castle.” You nod. “Good - I’ll know where to come to pull you into my adventures.” $fHe shakes his head and groans. “Not unless you want me to get fired!” You roll your eyes. “I'm not sure if you’ve noticed, $Frederick, but I'm kind of a big deal around here.” “I don’t think someone as short as you can be a big deal.” Your mouth falls open at $fhis teasing. “We’re the same height!” $fHe chuckles. The music stops, as do we. As you begin walking back, $fhe turns to you. “Jokes aside, I wouldn’t mind your company when you can spare it.” You nod in acknowledgment as you stop next to Anna and Felix, [[who are engrossed in a conversation.|You reach Anna and Felix who are deep in conversation.]]You scoff. “Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself.” $fHis eyes widen. “No, I didn’t..” $fHe shakes $fhis head. “I’m sorry. I only meant that I hope my presence here is not a black mark on your night.” You look out around the dance floor. “Your leaving was a black mark,” you tell $fhim calmly. “I know,” $fhe says, voice tight. “And I can’t change what’s done, but I will try to earn your forgiveness and your trust.” Turning your $mceyecolor eyes to meet $fhis green gaze, you ask, “What if I don’t forgive you? What will you do?” $fhe glances away and takes a deep breath. “Then I’ll respect your wishes. You don’t owe me forgiveness.” You nod, unsure what to say. $fHe clears $fhis throat. “Anyway, the castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around.” “So, I guess that means you’re sticking around this time?” $fHe winces at your words. “Yes, of course. I…” $Frederick glances around the ballroom, composing $fhis thoughts. [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]You smile. “Of course not. It was nice to see two friendly faces. I’ve been away from court for so long…” $Frederick nods. “The castle’s librarian is retiring - so I’ve secured a role here. I suppose that means my brother and I will be around to bug you.” You can’t help but laugh at the news. $Fhe raises $fhis eyebrows and you can feel $fhis hand loosen around yours, “What? Why are you laughing?” $Frederick looks nervous as you prepare to respond. “I was just thinking of all the time you spent in the library when we were younger. Librarian is a title that suits you.” Before $fhe can respond, you add, “You had more naps in there than anything, if I remember correctly.” $Fhe ducks $fhis head trying to hide the mortified look. “You and Anna used to exhaust me with all the adventures,” $fhe defends. “Don’t act like you didn't get plenty of inspiration for your poetry from those adventures.” $Fhe hums. “I’ve written a lot of poetry since then.” “Perhaps I’ll stop by the library sometime to hear them.” $Fhis smile sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. “I hope one day you’ll visit for more than my poetry,” he replies softly. You sigh and watch the faces around you as you sway with $Frederick. “We’ll see.” $Fhe, “Right. Of course,” $fhe says quietly as $fhe watches you wistfully. [[“You didn’t say goodbye when you left.”]]Your $mceyecolor eyes dart around the room, everywhere but him. “Y-Yeah,” you mumble. He chuckles quietly and when you finally look at him, he has a fond look in his eyes. “We should,” you gesture toward Anna, “return - we should go.” He chuckles. “As you wish, love.” You both start walking back toward Anna and $Frederick. When you quickly glance at Felix, he’s not looking at you but he has a soft smile on his face. It sends your heart into overdrive. [[Anna's voice travels.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]Your lips curl into a smirk. “Yeah, it is so.” His green eyes glance down at your lips. You bite your lip and he glances back up to meet your eyes. “Returning home has been…interesting.” “Well, I am aim to please,” you reply with a wink. He laughs. “So, it seems.” You can’t help but feel disappointed as the music dies down and it’s time to head back to Anna and $Frederick. Felix hears you sigh and grins. “Missing me already?” [[You roll your eyes but offer him a smile.|prolougeafterfelixdance]]“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter.”<<if $fexlove is true>> Anna’s serious tone surprises you. $Frederick shrugs, “It doesn’t add up. Arandale must have killed the King.” Felix clears his throat causing Anna and $Frederick to jump. “Oh,” $Frederick says, narrowing $fhis eyes at Felix. “You’re back.” Felix smirks. “Unfortunately, but such a great time we had.” $Frederick glares at $fhis brother. “Good for you,” $fhe says through gritted teeth. Anna clears her throat, looking at the two warily. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix quips. “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue.<</if>> You… <<if $touchaverse is false>>* [[put a firm a hand on|prologuefshould]] $Frederick's shoulder. * [[push your way in between them.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[raise your voice to get|prologuefshould]] $Frederick's attention. * [[step between them, forcing them to back away from each other.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>> <<if $fexlove is false>>Anna’s serious tone surprises you. $Frederick shrugs, “it doesn’t add up. Arandale must have killed the King.” Felix clears his throat causing Anna and $Frederick to jump. $Frederick offers you an apologetic smile. “Sorry you had to hear that.” You shake your head. “It’s alright $Frederick, I’m not going to have a mental breakdown in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered, I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna’s line of sight. "Let’s take a break,” she suggests. [[You nod gratefully, saying your goodbyes.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<</if>> <<if $fexlove is false>>“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.” Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental break down in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna’s line of sight. "Let’s take a break from the party” she suggests. [[You nod gratefully, saying your goodbyes.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<</if>><<if $fexlove is true>>“I don’t know what to think, but your conspiracies don’t help the matter, Felix.” Anna’s serious tone surprises you. Felix shrugs, “No one’s as bold as the Arandese. Surely we’ll find them responsible for the King’s death and you’ll see that I was right.” $Frederick clears $fhis throat causing Anna and Felix to jump. Felix’s eyes widen, realizing you’ve heard. He gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head. “It’s alright Felix, I’m not going to have a mental breakdown in the middle of the ballroom. My father was murdered and I think you’re right.” You don’t realize your hands are balled up into fists until you follow Anna's eyes. You flex your fingers and give her a grateful smile. "Let’s talk about something else,” she suggests. “Sure,” Felix starts, “My sibling’s a $widower - also known as on the market.” He winks at you. $Frederick groans. Anna sighs, “You aren’t making this any less awkward.” Felix shrugs, “I don’t think it’s awkward - well, not until you said that. You do realize that makes it awkward, right?” She gives him a glare that could freeze water. “You’re infuriating.” “Will the two of you stop bickering like an old married couple?” $Frederick begs. You nod, “Agreed.” Anna and Felix both shout, “What?!” Felix adds, “Only one person here’s been married, $fsibling. Or have you already forgotten your vows? I didn’t realize $mcname would have such an effect on you!” $Frederick gives $fhis brother a look that sends a shiver down your spine. Your face feels warm from Felix's antics and you glance at him warily. “You’re crossing a line, Felix,” $Frederick growls, “Of course, I haven’t forgotten my dead wife.” Felix holds his hands up in mock defense, “Apologies, $fsibling. What I meant to say was, how did you manage to run away from the person who loved you, only to have your new lover die? Unlucky you are.” Oh. Shit. Both you and Anna are too shocked to move. Felix has a devilish grin on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. $Frederick grabs $fhis brother by the shirt but doesn’t throw any punches, despite $fhis angry shake. $fHe appears to be having an internal dialogue.<</if>> You… <<if $touchaverse is false>>* [[put a firm a hand on|prologuefshould]] $Frederick's shoulder. * [[push your way in between them.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>> <<if $touchaverse is true>>* [[raise your voice to get|prologuefshould]] $Frederick's attention. * [[step between them, forcing them to back away from each other.|prologuefandfelixpushinbetween]]<</if>><<if $touchaverse is false>>You step forward and grip $pluralf shoulder. $fHe tenses under your touch, but glances back at you after a moment.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>"Hey!" you shout, frustration lingering in your voice. $Frederick glances over at you.<</if>> “You’re better than this, $Frederick.” $fHe doesn’t look away from you, but $fhe also doesn’t unhand $fhis brother. <<if $touchaverse is false>>You grip $fhis shoulder tighter.<</if>> “Is this the $fman your wife loved?” Shock overtakes $fhis features and $fhe lets go of Felix. $fhis eyes center on the floor. “I’m sorry, $mcname, and Felix. I think I’ve had too much to drink.” You glance at Felix and give him a look so he knows you’re not happy with his teasing. Felix clears his throat. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I also drank too much.” You let out a sigh of relief and step away from them. Anna snorts, “It wasn’t the drink - you’re both just idiots.” You throw her a look, “Anna…” Both siblings laugh. Felix smiles softly, “She’s right.” $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You shake your head, amused at the thought.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]<<if $touchaverse is false>>You step in between them, putting a hand on both of their chests.<</if>><<if $touchaverse is true>>You step in between the two of them, careful not to touch either. “That’s enough! This is an important day for me, and I won’t have the two of you fighting.”<</if>> “You can’t seriously be defending him! He’s treading on my honor - and the honor of my dead wife!” You look $Frederick in the eyes. “I’m not defending him or discounting your feelings, $Frederick. But you two can’t fight here. I won’t allow it. You’ve both had more than enough to drink and aren’t thinking rationally.” You stare each of them down until they grumble an apology. $Frederick nods, “I think it’s time we retire for the night.” They both say goodnight and leave the ballroom. You watch them walk away and can’t help but hope they make it back to their rooms without doing something stupid. [[You sigh, worried for the two of them.|Although, you could just chat if you don’t want to dance.]]Chapter 2 coming soon.... If it's not too much trouble, please report any errors via Itch.io, Tumblr asks, or the discord so I can fix them ASAP and improve the game experience. - Vi!Lady Anna, Your Attendant and Best Friend ''Lady Anna is your best friend and attendant. Where you go, she goes.'' Anna came to the castle as an orphan of a minor Noble family. Anyone with eyes can see that she has some sort of affection for your brother <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Gaia, The Goddess of Life She is also the Goddess of Protection, Fertility, and Rebirth. Married to Letum and has two daughters, twins: Aurora and Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Letum, The God of Death He is also the God of Judgment, War, Grief, and Pain. Married to Gaia and with two daughters: Aurora and Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Aurora, The Goddess of Dawn She is also the Goddess of Light, the Sun, Poetry, and Literature. Her parents are Gaia and Letum, her twin is Eurybia. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Eurybia, The Goddess of Dusk She is also the Goddess of Darkness, the Sea, Dreams, the Moon and Stars. Her parents are Gaia and Letum, her twin is Aurora. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Eros, The God of Love He is also the God of Marriage, Friendship, and Betrayal. He famously fell in love with both Aurora and Eurybia leading to the first betrayal. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!The Birth of Betrayal //Thousands and thousands of years ago, Eros found himself pursued by both of the twin Goddesses, Aurora and Eurbyia. When one twin rose, the other slept, as with the sun and the moon. For hundreds of years, they both loved Eros without knowing that the other did as well.// //Once every thousand years, a Festival of Longing is held in Arcadia to celebrate romantic love between gods. The Festival of Longing is the only celebration that lasts from Dawn until Dusk. Most celebrations are only held during the Dawn. Eurybia, being the Goddess of Dusk, was excited that she could finally attend a festival during the night and began searching for her love Eros as soon as she arrived in Arcadia.// //According to the myth, she stumbled upon a field of Red Dahlias to find Aurora and Eros intertwined. In a moment of rage, she drew her two daggers and ran to stab Eros in the back while he was on top of Aurora. But Aurora saw the glint of the daggers in the moonlight and moved to protect Eros, her arms wrapped around him.// //Eurybia’s daggers came down with full force, slicing Aurora’s wings in half. Both sisters cried out, Aurora in pain and grief, Eurybia in regret, realizing what she had done.// <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!The Dagger of Truth //Eurybia gifted Aurora The Dagger of Truth after they discovered Eros’ deception.// //When the love triangle came to light, Aurora believed that Eurybia began a relationship with Eros while knowing Aurora was with him. No matter what Eurybia did or said, Aurora refused to believe her.// //Eurybia spent years watching the shadows of the night, watching scenes unfold. Learning from the humans, from their mistakes, from their secrets. Hoping she would come across a way to redeem herself to Aurora. She gathered each secret and turned it into a star. After a few years of gathering this knowledge, she concluded that humans who made a sacrifice were more likely to earn redemption.// //To prove that she was also betrayed, Eurybia remained awake one night. While Aurora ushered in the dawn, Eurybia used the stars as stepping stones to the Sun. As Eurybia approached the Sun, her face began to burn. Still, she persisted until she reached the Sun and used her daggers to dig up a piece of its essence.// //Next, Eurybia went to Gaia in Arcadia to ask the Goddess of Life for a vial of her tears, which were usually used for re-birth. Gaia, wanting to protect Aurora and see her daughters reconcile, readily provided Eurybia with a vial of tears.// //Eurybia then left Arcadia and journeyed to her father, Letum, in Avernus. She requested the tip from the Spear of Judgment, his instrument of death that latches onto souls and renders judgment. Letum refused to grant Eurbyia’s request unless she agreed to give away some of her power to Letum. He explained that he needed more power to keep up with the rate of both dying humans and gods.// //Eurbyia hesitated at this request but felt her love for Aurora was too great and heeded her father’s request. She gave up half her power to Letum and in return, the Lunar Cycle was created. Only during a full moon, when the Moon is at its brightest, does she have full power. And only during a full moon is she able to travel outside her domain, the Moon.// <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>!Other Gods When the Kingdom of Castelon was founded, the first Castelonian Oracle declared these to be the 5 deities of most importance, as the legend says that they were the ones who spoke to $ancestor when $heshe fled Arandale. The first Oracle and $ancestor communed with these five deities, who vowed to oversee The Harbinger and decide whether the Heir was worthy to ascend the throne. When $ancestor left Arandale, these five deities turned away from Arandale as well, as they were disgusted by the atrocities of the Arandale Monarchy. Through the first Oracle, they named $ancestor the Champion of a New Age. <<button "Return" $return>><</button>>“This night is full of surprises - I certainly didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” “Hope I didn’t ruin it for you.” $fHis voice is teasing but $fhis green eyes are serious. * [[You scoff. "Ruin it? You must think highly of yourself."|proloduedancefscoff]] * [["Of course not."|prologuefdanceflirt][$fflirt to +2]] //❤️// Mustering your serious voice, you deadpan, “I was planning to drink both, actually. Anna, can you get our friend a glass?” Anna throws you a horrified look. You do your best to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter. She sighs, “Of course, $royaltitle $mcname. I’ll be back in a moment.” You watch her walk away, then turn back to each other. Margaret’s eyes twinkle with amusement, “I must admit, Your Highness, I didn’t expect humor. On first impressions, you’re a serious-looking person.” You look around conspiratorially, “Best not tell the Queen I’m anything less than a perfectly boring $royaltitle.” “Oh, your secret’s safe with me,” she winks. You find yourself staring, effected by her gorgeous brown eyes. Eyes that are both sharp and enticing. Anna re-joins us with a guard in tow. He gives a respectful bow of the head. Anna says, “The Queen is requesting your audience, Lady Margaret.” Margaret takes the wine and offers you a smile, “Until later, $royaltitle $mcname.” You nod, “Until then, Lady Margaret.” You watch her disappear into the shadows with your mother’s guard in tow. [[Talk to someone else.]]!Prologue Part I: Five Years Earlier <center>//Yon rising moon that looks for us again - // //How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;// //How oft hereafter rising look for us// //Through this same Garden - and for one in vain.// - Omar Khayyám, (Quatrain C, Translated by Edward Fitzgerald) [[Continue to Prologue Part I]]</center>