Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

Illayna could hear the thunder.. the clash of hooves against the sodden earth. Closing her eyes she basked in that sound for a moment, listening as it grew nearer, then finally it was upon them, and as she opened those brilliant hues she was faced with the caravan of the High King.. the flag of Narvashal reflected in her gaze. Where the face of the man beside her hardened, and the hatred raged in his heart, her own features soften, and hope enlightened her. She was drawn, her eyes moving from the crest to meet the eyes that held her so, if for but a moment. The High Knight. She'd heard of him, of course she had.. but never had she imagined such a handsome man would ride in that honor. Illayna let her gaze follow him, even as he looked away and righted himself. The corners of full lips pulled into a coy little smile as she ducked her head and looked away. Gracefully avoiding any eyes that may have spotted her staring. She even managed to avoid the overbearing gaze of Sir Richard. The man caught Illayna just above her elbow. She paused, and turned to look at him. Avoid that man, My Lady Illayna, and all who travel with him. This may be a time of peace.. but that crest is not to be trusted. Illayna, not one to often express a sour or irritated mood, lightly relieved her arm of the mans grasp. Her small, delicate hand eveloping his worn, rouch knuckles. Fret not Richard. My father is in good trust. I am here to enjoy the festivities of the mother Goddes.. not here to trifle words with men. Richards cold gaze lingered upon the young girl, but he could not help but attempt to stifle a small smile. He believed her to be well off, much like her mother. Timid, soft natured, and sweet. However, Illayna did inherit a bit of her father.. she was courageous, often times too forward, and strong willed. You will make a fine Queen one day, Lady Illayna.. I'd hate to see a man of Narvashal bring you down. Illayna laughed, the sound like silver bells. Fret not Richard. She chimed once more before continuing about her way. Richard stayed within close range, as Illayna lingered about the camp. After all parties had arriveed the festivities would begin. She could not wait to experience a time of peace. To get to know the people of the neighboring kingdoms, despite Richards warning words. All people were not bad.. Illayna knew this. They were made out to be unjust, simply because they viewed things differently. Did they all not want the same thing? She wished, so deeply to find a middle ground. She feared that by time she could make a true difference.. it would be too late. She'd either fall to the High King, slain with her family name.. or she'd have lost all that was worth fighting for. This war would take everything, consume them if they were not careful. It had consumed those of the families before them.. and carried into the legacy of their names.. that was all her history knew, was the nams of the rivals.. and the war in which they fought so viciously. As the day progressed, Illayna finally caved to the questions she had. So tell me Richard.. that man, leading the Caravan.. was the High Knight was he not? What can you tell me? Richard seemed caught off guard by this question, and eyed Illayna with caution. You'd best forget those girly thoughts Princess.. he's not a man you should trade words with. Illayna smiled brightly. I'm not asking to trade words, Richard..I'm asking -you- to tell me about him. A girl should know the enemies of her father.. shouldn't she? The words came coy, teased with a hint of sarcasm, and laced with laughter. Richard let out a disgruntled sigh, and heaved himself into a seat beside the girl layed out in the grass. They'd managed to wander a little beyond the grounds of Greymeres camp. Best forget it. Just know he is High Knight for a reason.. Illayna sighed deeply. You're always so grumpy.. but you've always been that way, even when I was little. You used to amuse mother, I remember.. she'd always thought the faces you made were funny.. Grumpy? I'm old.. I'm allowed to be grumpy. He snuffed. She laughed. She would pass her day as lightly as she was now, in hopes to hold fast to her excitement for the festivities that would begin that night.