Thread: Burned and Blackened Blood (G23 & loneiysong)

Damien was jerked to a stop by his grandmother's cane. Rowena was not in the mood for this nonsense and this fool was disrespecting the whole of the family and her Palace. Her strength had not lessened. If anything she still bore the strength that has so amazed her teachers as a teenager. She yanked Damien back and snagged his ear. Speak to your sister in such a way again and I will bestow beatings even before your father whelp. Show some respect for the name you bear if you cannot summon any for yourself. She twisted his ear. And if you touch Tirana again this day i will strip your hide as i did when you were a boy. Try as he might he could not wrench free. His brothers were snickering at him until her eye fell on them. They clammed up quickly. She turned back to Damien. You think yourself worthy to sit upon that revered throne boy? You are not nearly ready, and will never be worthy. Now be silent and hide behind your mother's skirts. She pushed him away, knowing he would be enraged and cry to his mother but she did not care. The others had gone silent at Rowena's rage and her daring. To lay hands on the Crown Prince? Rowena ignored them and touched her granddaughter's arm. Restraint my dear. The other four came bustling in. They were less wild. Gregory, Nathan, Binoch, and finally Verys. Gregory was even bigger than Damien, nearly as big as Marcus, but he lacked Marcus' kindness. He was not truly cruel, but thinking and considering were not amongst his abilities. He was a ponderous thinker, but a brilliant fighter. he was entirely in Damien's thrall though, and tended to serve as the eldest' muscle. His crown was a very light tuquiose called the Sea Crown. His one true gift was sailing and ships. He was already a master ship builder, and had designed many, and gone on many voyages, the tales of his achievements impressive. Rowena was not so cold with Gregory. A lout occasionally but a truly bad boy. He smiled at Tirana and spoke in his deep gravely voice. you look pretty Tirana. He did pick on his sister but he had gone to the levels of torment others had, always thinking she was just a smaller brother apparently. Rowena sighed as he lumber away his small crown looking even smaller on his large head. I worry about that boy. Nathan she ignored entirely. He was nothing like his older brothers. He reminded Rowena a lot of her own brothers, all long since passed on. Tricky, devious, opportunistic, and often cruelly cowardly bullies. Nathan seemed to possess a number of those traits. And his attempt to get her sent to the sea manor after her injury had not been forgotten. Nor forgiven. His bright yellow lemon quartz crown, the Sun Crown, was much too large for him. Like his ego. He sauntered by Rowena and his sister, pausing just long enough to bow politely, but did not bother to come speak to them. Binoch was again very different. he was a warrior born. But not in the muscled form of his uncle or his older brothers. he was a fencing prodigy, and his whole body was as thin as the dueling blades he was so skilled with. He was very quiet and preferred to practice and show off more than anything else. He had begun to develop a sadistic side, enjoying his superiority far too much. But still his lovely Amethyst Crown glowed with it's own special gleam. He did come and bow and greet his grandmother and sister, but did not speak. They were of no importance to the master. Verys was the youngest and smallest of the boys, but his eyes were the same deadly green of his grandmother's. He had been given the Emerald crown, and he bore it proudly. He moved to his grandmother and hugged her, then to his sister, kissing her cheek before bowing to them both. Greetings ladies. You look magnificent. Rowena called Verys the politician. he always was in the right place at the right time, with the right words, and always had the right look on his face, and he did everything right. And no one knew what he wanted or had planned. Rowena heaved a sigh of relief. Now just your parents. Their respective crowns waited on two small tables for their own staff, while Hodgkiss closed the case with the others and pushed them away, including the dreaded Blood Crown, the ruby crown that was said to be cursed. That had not been worn in millenia if the stories were true.