Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

Father? Father? A disembodied voice echoed out through the great halls of Red Thorne Castle in Whyle. A young woman, probably no older than twenty, looked about as if she were lost. The poised young woman that everyone knew was no longer present, rather, a frantic little girl stood in her place. Father? She called again, heart racing wildly behind her ribcage. Word had spread of a Knight's death faster than fire spread through dry terrain. Elizabeth, the king's only daughter, had heard whispers from the maids, and even from the guards that stood watch, that Sir Timothy has been slain protecting his king's citizens. The moment that word had been confirmed that Sir Timothy had actually fallen, the princess had started her frantic search for her father. Trotting down one of the many long halls, the raven hair girl stopped when she reached the throne room. Looking in, the woman's heart sank as she gazed at her father. He had always been a man of such pride and strength. Watching him from across the room, shoulders slummed over and eyes downcast, the princess knew that her father was trying to keep himself together. Father? She cooed softly, making the elderly man look up. He smiled toward his daughter, but the smile did not hold its warmth that Elizabeth had grown so accustom to. Behind his blue eyes, she could see the sadness overtaking him. Sir Timothy had been one of her father's closest friends, someone who her father had often spoke of so highly Elizabeth,he called to her, making the princess rush across the room in a sprint. Elizabeth threw her arms around her father's neck, burying her face into the collar of his tunic. I heard of what happened to Sir Timothy,she murmured into his body, feeling his body go rigid with the mention of the man's name. Ah. I assumed you would. Yes, Timothy was murdered today, but his death was not in vain. He did save those he was trying to protect and his murder was avenged by a young squire. I have sent for the young man to tell me more detail of his death. The princess nibbled at her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had just recently developed. For a long while the two stood in silence, until a soft, defeated sigh escaped the elder man's parted lips. Reaching up, he took a hold of his daughter's shoulders and held her out at arm's length. You are such a good girl, he murmured, giving another saddened smile as he looked over the fair skinned woman, with stark hazel eyes that she had acquired from her mother, and the mess of raven hair that was neatly braided. Elizabeth smiled softly, I was worried about you father. Call it being good, or simply call it love, which ever one you fancy. The man smiled again, this time, some of the sadness disappearing from his old features. The knight will be here shortly, everyone will be gathering here to hear him speak. You should make yourself ready Elizabeth. Stepping back from her father, the young woman bowed her head and turned sharply on her heels. As she walked, Elizabeth felt as if she were walking to a dirge. So somber. Usually the castle was alive with life, and people laughed. But today, it seemed as if all light hearted jokes and laughter was gone, even from the children of servants. A dark cloud hung over Red Thorne castle with this saddening news. Turning down hall after all, the princess reached her charmer, already there were ladies waiting for her, We heard about his Majesty, Highness. We offer our most sincere condolences Princess. Sir Timothy was close to your father.The princess nodded, He was. No one spoke for a long while, until Elizabeth sighed softly, I need to ready myself for the courts, everyone is gather to hear the story of sir Timothy's death and to welcome the new Knight. The three woman, all dressed in monotone browns and grays, nodded and set to work on the princess. An hour or so past by, and when the princess emerged from her chambers, she wore a form fitted sky blue dress, which hung off the young woman's slender shoulders. The sleeves clung to her slender arms and the ends of the sleeves were cut into a sharp point. The point had a small piece of string sown into it, which wrapped around the princess's long middle finger. From about Elizabeth's navel, the fabric opened up into a large V. Where the blue fabric ended, white fabric began. The white frabic had been beautiful embroidered with ornate silver designs. Her raven hair hung loosely around her in large curled tendrils, that reached well down to the small of her back. Towards the crown of her head, part of the hair was pulled back and braided. Placed gently atop her head, the princess wore a small Silver and moonstone tiara. The only other piece of jewelry the princess had allowed was a small black choker that hung from her neck. Down the endless halls again she went, until reaching the throne room once more. Before it had been quiet, had only been her and her father, now, people had gathered. Stepping through the threshold,all murmuring had ceased. Elizabeth watched the crowd part, all bowing their heads as she walked. She nodded towards several, and offered a gentle smile towards others. Her mother and father were already seated, they too dressed in their best. Making her way up the three small steps, the Princess took her seat to the left side of her father. Folding her hands gently in her lap, she waited too for the knight's arrival.