Thread: Betrayal [Bones x Firm]

I will not be sold as a piece of meat to the empire. The journey from Jalehar to Pirely had been most unpleasant, if not an utter burden to those on the royal airship. For two days the corridors had echoed with tantrums and fits of anger, and though they were nearing their wits end with all the cacophony no one could feign innocence from the moment they stepped on the Idris , they knew how the princess would react to the news of her soon-to-be marriage. They made the mistake of spilling the beans ten minutes before their ship landed on foreign territory. Situated in her personal chamber, the young princess raged and paced in front of her bodyguard, a tall man of thirty who stood patiently but dejectedly as the youths outburst increased in volume. She stopped long enough to glare at him, an obsidian gaze to her otherwise kind expression. You knew all this time? she asked, her voice seething with anger. And you wait until now to tell me? My apologies, Your Royal Highness, the man interjected with a tone of sincerity and a bow of his head. His Majesty asked that I not even tell you. Her long fingers curled into tiny fists at the thought of her father. She loved her father, of course, but she could not help but to feel betrayed by the man. Did that man really expect her to marry the Emperor of Pirely? The man who was so content on seizing their homeland? There had to be some mistake. There had to be some logical reason behind her fathers madness, though the blonde-haired female was at a loss for how her father could justify this act of treason. His Majesty has lost his mind. His Majesty is securing your future, the bodyguard corrected her. To Casiphia ? They had just signed her death warrant. You can word it however you please, Gauthus, but that does not pardon my father from being the coward that he is. The room grew quiet as Casiphia continued her pace, her slender eyebrows knitted together in thought. Gauthus waited a mere moment before he placed a hand on her delicate shoulder, putting a cease to her pace. At first she tensed, and she was quite tempted to pull away and continue on with her pointless march, but no such thing occurred. Instead, she looked up at him with a newfound sadness in her brown eyes. He cannot be serious. His Majesty, King Calamus of Jalehar, was more than serious. It was an odd request, even he could admit that, but it was a reasonable request. It was the solution they had been yearning for a permanent cease to the ongoing war between their nations. In exchange for his daughters cooperation, they would be graced with a political allegiance that would put a stopper to their quarrels. So easy. So simple. Not even the king held suspicions regarding foul play. You will do what is expected of you, the king chided, giving one final stern warning to his daughter before they descended from the airship. You will do your family proud, my child. Casiphia had no choice but to follow her mother and father, and with her bodyguard hot on her trail there was no opportunity for her to flee. She crossed her arms over her chest, unable to suppress a shiver as it traveled down her spine. Pirely was far colder than her kingdom she could see tiny flecks of snow descend to the ground and she had not dressed for such bitter temperatures upon seeing the princess shiver, Gauthus removed his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders. It was the first time in many months she did not tense from his touch. When they reached the grounds, the group was escorted into the emperors private quarters and told to make themselves at home. Lord Setchel will be with you shortly, the guard reassured them, and once the group settled in the guard set off to find the emperor. Casiphia felt her heart sink.