Thread: Spoils of War (DareToDream and Nightingale)

The people bustled about the capital city. Setting up stands, and arenas. Preparing for the festival that was soon to make way. The noise drifted into the room, and she listened, as she stood, shoulder resting against the large window pane. The suns rays giving the young girl a soft glow as the Lord entered ,watching her quietly. Illayna.. That deep voice bellowed into the room, and where one would normally flinch to the stern tone, Illayna merely smiled and pulled herself away from the window. Yes father? The words softly spoken, and graced by that sweet smile, did more than soften the heart of the elder man whom had entered. Lord Ulric Terryn of Greymere. A King, who was selfless and loving when it came to Illayna..but when it came to those who opposed him, Ulric was vicious, unjust and feral. Illayna had always tried to change his ways.. and often times she could sway him from over reacting to something, but others.. her efforts were futile. Illayna.. I want you to enjoy this festival, the time of peace. It's what you looked forward to, was it not? Illaynas smile broadened. Father, don't worry. I will enjoy myself. You need to see to your planning. Illayna moved to skirt around him, but he placed a heavy hand upon her shoulder. Please, be mindful Illayna.. some of these people are our enemies.. and they will only seek to do you harm. Illayna looked back and gently cupped his cheek. I will be fine father. Illayna was young, curious and adventerous. Pure to the centre of her soul. As she slipped out of the room she exited into the busy streets. People from all the surrounding kingdoms had been arriving throughout the day. She'd watched them as they'd arrived.. caravans of small armed guards and haughty nobles. Illayna greeted those that would have her words, and avoided those that seemed to keep her in wrong company. The young woman stood a height of about five feet six inches. Long honey curls caressed down the length of her back and cascaded over her shoulders. Eyes a brilliant ever green, and skin a golden peach. She'd been the apple of her fathers eye growing up, the image of her mother, and the image of the goddess. Perhaps that was why she had been chosen, her kindness and eagerness to work with others had brought her to this place in life, had brought the Temple to the decision of making her what she was. She sighed softly, and leaned back against a support post to her fathers camp. Hands idly toying with the sash around her waist. She wondered when the one her father was at war with would arrive. She wanted to glimpse the mans face, to know the one they called enemy.. and perhaps.. try her words at persuading him to join them.. not fight them. Ever the peace keeper. She's been so worried over her father.. and those that protected him. Since the time of war, things had been uneasy, and she'd been allowed less and less freedom. Always, surrounded by guard.. never allowed her time alone. Even now, she could see the man assigned to guard duty making his way towards her. The silver haired gentlemen had become her friend over these sour months. He did more talking and advising then he did protecting. No one had dared yet, to make an attempt on her life. Their war was with Ulric, not she.