Thread: Retribution Sought with Royal Blood (Lady Bloody Ava & Primeval Exile)

A colossal fortress stood imposingly on the horizon, its turrets high and clear and walls of stone brick held together by mud and mortar making up the majority of its architecture. With thick walls and few windows, this structure could hold its own. Point tipped palisades encased the structure providing additional defense and lending a silent air of caution to those who approached with any foul intent. The imposing and vast structure housed the brother of the High King Wilhelm Conradin the merciful, Geoffrey Conradin Duke of Norfolk. Though he was merely the second son of the previous King the active title and lands sated his desire for power and recognition. It also gave the man an active interest in the well being of the realm under his eldest brother's reign. His wife, Meredith Conradin, gave birth to a set of gorgeous twin daughters. While Geoffrey could be just as ruthless as his King brother, he held a soft spot for the family. To not have a son was disappointing, but his daughters were his pride and joy, thus he only did what was best for them even if they did not like it. But father are you mad!? The gorgeous voice rung clear through the tapestry-lined walls of their home. Soon to follow was a swift 'clap' for a reply. Green eyes shimmered in awe as their owner gazed with soft pink lips agape at the lavishly dressed bearded male that had just slapped his precious daughter. The girl's plentiful auburn tresses were braided, knotted, and twisted back into an intricate headpiece complete with pearls and a simple weaving of ribbon. Her natural porcelain skin was picturesque, save for the eye-catching red handprint displayed on her left cheek. Think before you speak another word, my child, for it may very well be your last. Visibly taken aback the young lady did as she was told. You agreed to an arranged marriage between Arabella and Prince Edwin, our cousin? The man with the hefty fur-trimmed cloak draped about his shoulders merely nodded. But why? You need not worry your pretty little head. Bella agreed to the arrangement. It is for the better. This family is a priority or are you jealous, Gabriella? As her head had been held down, at these words she met her father's gaze with shock. No Father. Certainly not. There was no doubt that she too was planned to be married merely for the benefits it would bring their family, but to be married with a family member. The thought nearly had her stomach churning. Is this necessary though? Why not ask a neighboring kingdom? This was the same question that Geoffrey had asked his brother. Why not expand trade and further grow in power? Trust. His brother's trust was hard to gain and harder to keep. When the arrangement was proposed there was hesitancy on his part, but he had two daughters to protect. Protection could get no stronger beneath his brother's wing and that of the future King. He has his reasons. He picked Arabella. Your tongue slips too often. Your sister is watchful and calculating. Silence can be deadly and appearance can be everything to the people. Support your sister. The carriage is getting ready. I'm off to speak with my brother. I'll pass your concern on to your sister. I'm sure it will make her smile. A rather large thick hand weighed itself down upon her straight and tidy tresses before a kiss was pressed to the lady's forehead and the two parted ways. A sigh escaped parted lips as emerald eyes gazed into the garden below her balcony. Another strikingly beautiful auburn-haired beauty with her locks parted in two braids from the nape of her neck and brought around to the front of her head where they were tied together. This formed a halo of the thick braid with a light blue ribbon interwoven amongst the plaits and her remaining locks cascaded down to her waist. My lady.... An ebony haired lady spoke from behind. His Majesty requests your audience in the Great Hall. Prince Edwin has been summoned as well. With one last sigh, soft fingers gathered the abundant material of her lovely dress and walked in the designated direction. Though big, she had managed to memorize where the more important rooms were by now. Eyes often lingered on the girl. A heart-shaped neckline was flattering to the woman with a chest well defined, but not overly so. A smile did tug at the corner of her lips at the thought of Edwin. He was fun. Though they maintained the appearance of royalty, he allowed her freedom in his company. Of so it felt. The soft material of the gown hugged in all the right places and flooded down to obscure and leave lovely legs to the imagination. Lady Arabella Conradin! Her name was announced as the doors to the Great Hall opened. Two sterdy wooden room length tables sat on either side of the room for knights to eat at while atop a dozen wide steps at the vible back of the hall sat a much smaller and ornate table with four high back chairs meant for people of importance and a few other non-high back chairs for important guests. Nobility was ground into the girl and second nature. As a woman befitting her title she performed a polite curtsy and smiled softly. Your Majesty beckoned me? Last edited Sep 3, 2018