Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

Always the prepared one aren't you Claudia? The queen brushed her hand on Claudia's shoulder, giving a warm pat on her back before putting on her armor one piece at a time. You shouldn't treat yourself so harshly. You're a beautiful woman. It would be a shame to see stress turn you old. She turned, walking up towards the door in front of her. But thank you. I mean it. Even those who are the strongest need strong people to rely on. Do you think that the previous monarchs could hold themselves up on their own? Her voice was brought down to a whisper. I hear that the last king wasn't able to get out of bed himself. She hid a chuckle, grinning at the thought of her predecessor. A good king or queen needs people to rally behind them. People who are trustworthy. Who have powers that don't just extend to warfare. It takes a village to raise a kid yes? It takes a kingdom to raise a monarch. She opened the door, being greeted by two of her most trusted knights. Elsword. Vorn. They saluted her, staying silent yet respectful. How does my dress look? Her armor matched the color of her kingdom's banner. It was similar to a battle dress, although it gave no room for flesh. Everywhere below her neck was covered in a beautiful plate, with chain mail to protect her underneath. Beautiful. your highness. Like a rose blooming underneath the two moons Violet returned them a warm hug, forcing the guards to drop their form for just a bit. Thank you, for everything. Violet was one who believed in her people just as much as her people believed in them. It was a symbiotic relationship. One that the other kingdoms found strange. All vampires have a source of pride, something that gives them a definition to their individuality. For her, she found that pride in the people who chose her. In the people who gave her the power to rule. She was a queen who was born as one of the people, who saw the struggles and suffering, who lived and persisted through them. Now it was her turn to give back. Open the door will you? The other dukes and duchesses await me on the other end. Slowly, they pushed the door open. It was a grand double door that led into the throne room. One that took considerable amounts of strength to open with both hands. Finally. You're here Violet. One of the dukes placed their feet against the long table, leaning against the chair. It was a rather open show of disrespect to the old ways. And hello to you too Duke Norman. Violet kept her composure. Although there was a blatant disrespect, now wasn't the time for infighting between two nobles. Now was the time to plan. A duchess raised her hand, following with a sip of blood wine. Yes Lady Hwa? Violet looked towards her, sitting back against the throne. It appears that the invaders are nearing us. We must make a plan. Duke Norman slammed his hand onto the table. Why don't we send our strongest generals to crush them? I'll lead them myself. Violet raised her voice against Duke Norman. These people invading us understand the art of head on combat well. If we should protect our people, we should limit our losses. Duke Norman responded. If we aim to limit our losses, we might as well damn surrender! An argument began to ensue between the two. There was no clear answer of who was right. All each noble knew was that action was needed to counteract the threat from the armies of Richtus.