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Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

The thunder crashed as a train of wagons rolled down a long road, seemingly undecided whether to clear u up due to the stiff spines and pride of the shackled men and creatures or to soak them into submission in the name of the Crown. An iron rod to one of their knees helped return things back to a steady drizzle as the chained men fell in a cascading effect, with those who didn't manage to get back up in tip having their hands trod under the spikes of boots meant for mud, while those who got up too quickly faced the chance of a rearing horse kicking them so as to avoid escape attempts. Where would they have gone though? The road only went one way and the forests and fields could suck the unwary down to their throats. BACK IN PACE! The beastly large lipped creatures in the front were pulled up from the cobbled ground, where they had been trying to get as much water as they could out of habit. The bloated creatures were struck until they began to pull those behind them along, even if they still lay on the ground. Ahead a large knight road on an even even larger horse, larger than life in all aspects. The effect could have been do to the straightened back when others huddled from the rain and long trek. It may have been how he headed an the column like an arrow tip, the footsoldiers around him forming the barb while their heads only reached to his waist. It could have simply been the better diet and the stripes on the waterskins covering his saddle and beaten armor that caused the effect. The flaking gold over both may have simply set him apart, viewed behind by all not scrambling to get off the ground so far below him. .He didn't slow down at the commotion, nor did he speed or even turn. He would go as the empire did. Forward at the pace of a snail, spiraling outwardf from their home before heading forward over the land, all the while leaving a trail of slime before them. He was now doubling back on that same trail, build by the labor of the conquered, as quick as could be before the rain caught up, they were treated as brutally as could be so that the spark of rebellion within them allowed what sunlight could be collected into magic mirrors. And sometimes they needed to take a few of the newly conqured subjects along to warm things up. And so they continued along the road that led to the Centre,
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

The issue now was finding a way to get his brother in his palace. The conqueror would be returning only to the Central Palace... unless some other event drove him to take a more northern course. Ren had been meaning to actually have an intelligent conversation with his older brother for the longest time, but whenever they encountered one another they were always forced to debate politics and regulations. He knew next to nothing of his sibling, but he was sure the man would have much to say when given the opportunity. Unlike Ren, the other Prince was sent on tasks internationally pretty often. He didn't get to enjoy the peace that Ren had been able to afford, for an as of yet unknown reason. Was the King being possessive of his greatest warrior and most revered son, or was the reason something else entirely? Ren stopped all considerations. Thoughts meant nothing compared with demands. Knights, you are to send a messenger to the Central Palace detailing my desires... I need a new four. Lower in rank. Maybe with less strict ties to my father, if such a thing can be said without punishment. He shrugged. This request would benefit him three-fold. One, he would be without supervision during the knights' travel. Two, the new knights that would come north to meet him might be less wary and possibly more willing to depart his presence without excuse. And three, the opportunity for his older brother to visit Ren's palace would be presented. Less rules, more socialization. The knights seemed reluctant to follow the command, but did so nonetheless. Ren saw them off, waving them good-bye from the front doorway and pausing once they had gone to admire the relentless rainfall.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

The march went on. At times there were openings in the clouds, light pouring in like halos off on sidepaths above towers or speckled above cities who managed to hold onto their own charters or show dissident. Some of the weaker prisoners were sold to them, who loved them for their novelty, spirit, and potential fountains of knowldge. At times though... Sole individuals came to the roadside, looking over the condemned in the roads and carts as they trotted along. Man, women, something else... It was best not to ask what it was they were nor why they alternated in picking people with no discernable pattern and trying to collect some sort of set. Into the strongbox of the lead carriage the metals went, with enchanted items, potions, and amber joining the war booty. Halttt- A sentry further up the road found himself facing down a host of men who came up from the side of the road. The new soldiers who joined from the subdued area had jumped off the horses they were riding doubleupped on, scimitars at the ready. There is no sun! The sentry pleaded after seeing the uniforms of the knights in the front. And there was very little light, it was true. What little there was came from above the soldiers and prisoners. There wasn't dissident with this man, though it wouldn't rule out him being a brigant. Knowing the stares from some of the leaders, the man tried to clear up things before they got messy. The people around here are loyal! The skies have rewarded us so much that the road has overflowed, with mudslides above and below! And they soon got the story of how they wouldn't be able to get through in large groups. Too great a risk of the prisoners drowning or escaping and off the booty being soaked through and ruined. It had taken them far too much effort to keep everything dry. Find the least loyal area and prepare to raze it. The leader in the golden suit commanded to an adjutant, who spread the word after his commander commanded it. They moved off to a side road heading northeast which winded about as the portions of the road not washed away tended to be in the forests and wastes, where the woods, wilds, and hunters had yet to be tamed, moving further and further to one of the less drenching areas. At which point they trampled some guy on a horse. He needs another four knights? The gilded man half muttered to himself after being shown the wet letter, part of the writing ruined from when the trampling caused the letter's container to leak. Tend to the rider, remove the armor from his horse, the keep heading north. The man was coming from the south suggesting he hadn't been able to deliver the letter himself, probably also coming across some flooding. Garold could use a warm house. I'm sure he won't mind a few guests. The host of hundreds moved onward, northward bound.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

He didn't do much with the unsupervised time he'd negotiated the knights away for... but even just making tea in peaceful quiet without the sounds of clanking armor or the feel of eyes hovering felt oddly thrilling, as if turning a corner could mean an assassination attempt or an infamous thief stripping him of every lavish garment on his body. He almost enjoyed the appeal of someone attempting such a thing against him-- he might not have been the best warrior in the land, but he could hold his own against a petty burglar or a common mercenary out for his head. After so much time merely training alone, he craved an encounter that truly put him on the edge of life. Yes, his newly dismissed knights would've trained with him whenever he asked them to, but it wasn't the same. They always held back. Even simply bruising a royal was a punishable offense. No, no, Ren wanted to go against an enemy bent on his destruction. After all, what was the value in a fight if the stakes weren't devastatingly high? He let the idea pass, pouring more tea into a glass chalice he was taken to for whatever reason. Maybe putting a harmless--even healthy--fluid in a chalice made to hold more intoxicating substances amused him. Hours had passed since he'd dismissed his guards, and so he decided to wait out the rest of the time before his new knights came in the archway of the open front entryway, analyzing each raindrop as it passed from eye level and smacked onto the cobblestone path leading to his palace. In the distance, he could see the silhouettes of men and horses taking form amidst the haze of rain. The clouds overhead cast an interesting glow on his skin that made him look--if possible--more pale.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

After twenty days they seemed to have made it. Many prisoners fell ill and were cut from the chains, several of the camel creatures became bloated with too much water, and horse shoes were begining to rust. They were meant for dirt, not cobbles. Their grip was only so strong. The rapids through the ditches on the side of the road cut deep into the earth, often spilling over, the road a half-horizontal waterfall as they moved up the hill. This sort of thing tended to mean that the marchers were not a happy folk. Forward they went, glad for the chance for a dry room and a decent fire. You can raid the taverns later. An officer in the rear of the swarm snapped at pikemen, trying to have his voice heard over the sound of the rain and footsteps. They had only stayed in the town long enough to ask for directions. It left quite a few men disappointed that they wouldn't be able to get to fill their bellies with drink and warm food. Now come on! He led them over a hill leading up to the entrance of the palace, where they found some pasty skinned person in a wet, half transparent shirt. Come along! They ordered, grabbing and dragging him out in the rein until they came to Garold.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

As a group of unexpected visitors came into view, Ren could also make out his brother ascending the hill and coming toward the palace, which rested on a flat, plateau-like area that would be hard to miss even without the extravagant shelter positioned there. He made certain to get out of the way while welcoming the soldiers into the palace, telling them they could find bedrooms, running water, extra clothes, and a storing room--where a surplus of alcohol was kept--in the basement. The word 'basement' hinted that the area wasn't suitable for living... but in this palace, every inch of shelter was set to the utmost standards. The guards he'd ordered approached him and told him who they were before descending to the basement to clean up. As Ren's older brother crossed the threshold into the lobby, he put a smile on his face. Travel seems to have taken a toll on your men and on you as well. I hope the palace provides what the road cannot, and more. When the words left his lips, they seemed much too formal for a greeting between brothers. His smile faded. He shook his head a little as he heard himself. It's been a long time, hasn't it? That seemed a little more friendly. It'd be good to talk to you once you've gotten comfortable. Or do you feel like sleeping instead? I have a room made up for you upstairs. He notioned to the grand staircase that seemed to be the centerpiece of the lobby, flanked on either side by a door that lead to the living space, formal chamber, and kitchen, among other things. Six lavish bedrooms with accompanying washrooms were upstairs for any guests of royal or otherwise significant blood. How long do you intend to stay?
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

The footsoldiers found the Prince to be rather odd, not minding having been pulled out into the rain, but instead welcoming everyone in with a chipper additude. Seemed a bit strange, but who could blame someone for not annoying a bunch of heavilly armed men? They went along there wayh to set up, a dozen armed men waiting at the doors to prevent a Prince being manhandled again, while Garold removed his helmet, revealing his heavilly tanned face to his brother. Not long enough. You are still keeping yourself looked in here? He looked down at the skin tone of his brother and the veins which could be seen under it. Your blue blood shows through. It looks as if you didnt even need cosmetics or leeching today. He gave a slight rise to an eyeborw, as if daring the younger man to be less than the oh-so-gracious host. I well be taking the best bedroom, of course. My men will quarter in the halls and other rooms about for protection. Where will you be sleeping? So many ways for him to exert dominance over his brother. Ren was no fighter. He might have been a thinker or a lover, but that only made him more of a threat. He risked nothing while Garold himself risked everything, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year. It would be best to keep Ren in his plae so that he didn't try anything funny if the King died while the eldest son was on campaign.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

While force wasn't becoming for company, the rain wasn't a matter he intended to avoid. And, naturally, he assumed the soldiers weren't in the best mental state after traveling so tirelessly to make it here-- some indecency was expected and planned for. A mistake of bluntness could be forgiven once, and so it was. Once. When he saw his brother's face, he arched an eyebrow. He'd almost forgotten what a tan looked like around Northern Wolken. You'd be careful to avoid being mistaken for a knight, yourself. He effortlessly twisted what seemed to be a negative implication in the other direction. It had been much, much too long since they'd seen each other. Did disdain breed via distance? When Garold mentioned that he'd be taking the 'best bedroom', Ren was almost speechless. Almost. I'd wish you good luck in finding it. All the rooms on the second floor are made to perfection. A conversation meant to welcome his older brother had turned into a diplomatic but assertive effort to bat away what seemed to be unpleasantness. When asked where he'd be spending the night, he blinked his stormcloud eyes-- yes, the atmosphere seemed to affect even this shade. I doubt I've decided yet. Is my location so valuable? He tried to keep suspicion of negativity from clouding efforts to understand Garold.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

Maybe the boy was growing a spine. Couldn't have that. After giving a deliberatly judgmental look over his brother's frame and clothing he gave his response. And best that you don't get mistaken for a squire. Garold clicked the spurs on his heels together, causing snaps of sound and light like that of a log breaking apart in a fire, causing an officer who had been standing ten yards off to come over with a folding table and a strongbox. We came across your letter. The officer and prince both used their own keys to unlock the strongbox, which revealed a more ornate and watertight one wrapped in sheets. They then opened that one as well, taking out a leather folder. Another man came by, drying their gauntlets while a fourth removed them. A page soon followed with a pair of an gloves made from an exotic satin treated to avoid causing smudges. After pulling them over his large calloused hands he looked over one of the letters within a folder as his helmet was taken away. The letter we found is a bit damaged, though it suggests that you wanted the man we trampled to double your bodyguard count. Since we were as sidelined as that man on the flooded roads, we have decided to pay you a visit and see as to what you feel so threatened by. The carts were unloaded and the various comforts of the prince's war tent were brought in, the servants conscripted to help so that they wouldn't need to get too wet. I will be taking the main bedroom as the most senior noble and officer here, though you can say that you offered it or that I was taking it as a decoy if you wish, to protect what little dignity that you have. Despite your dainty hands showing you've never worked a day in your life you could pretend to be a servant to deal with whatever miscreant you are scared from. Can't have you all alone with the soldiers in the outfit you are wearing until they've had a few days at a brothel.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

Ren, though clearly feeling insulted by the first comment, merely placed his fingers upon his lips in an effort to silence whatever he feared might spring from his vocal cords in reply. No, he wouldn't reply to something like that. His clothes were incredibly casual in the moment and he felt no need to justify nightwear by emphasizing the level of detail in the seamless stitching or the quality of the silk or the perfect texture of the leather. Not to mention, the design implied someone of value would wear it. After hearing that his messenger was trampled, a short gasp did escape his lips. He couldn't fight it back, but he did intend to piece together his resolve as he listened further. I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I asked for four replacements, not additions. He shook his head. I hope that wasn't the only purpose for your travel. You may have wasted your terribly valuable time. Antagonism was to be met with composure. Do take whichever you perceive as the main bedroom. They come in colors. Ruby, sapphire, emerald, gold, onyx, and ivory. He wondered what his older brother was playing at by providing such tension without reason. Upon the closing statement, Ren's eyes widened. You would compare the purpose of a prostitute to your own brother? At this point, it was difficult for him to justify Garold's words. Had he become so militant that he couldn't see through the eyes of a royal any longer? Such dialogue and criticism could not be made public, and should not be made at all. Though his jaw had dropped, he brought it back to its proper position and crossed his arms over his chest casually. Do you confuse me with someone else? Ignorance would supply the only excuse he could imagine for such behavior. Select a room so that I may choose the farthest from it. I'd hate to offend such a sensitive man as you with my whore's oufit and dainty fingers. There was no room for tact in a tactless conversation, it seemed. Yes, do see your men to the brothel. A hooker might teach you an ounce of propriety necessary to a Prince of this kingdom.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

Garold waited as the runt of the litter pouted, looking as if he was going to suck his thumb before he gasped. Would the replacement include the messenger? He briefly looked over the collar of the nightshirt where the throat was exposed. And no, this is mostly a detour. We will be quartering here for a bit, take care of any dissident around, then be on our way when the roads are repaired or a new route is found. Eyes widening, jaw dropping, forced huffiness... might have been too soon to say he grew a spine, even if he did leave the Centre. It is not about what I believe about you, but about what the soldiers would think and do. They can be a bit... tactless. The concept of consent is not something that comes to those of our profession easilly. He wryly looked over the man, really only a boy in his eyes. They are not nearly as chivalrous as those of us who use the horse. As for myself, I have no need for a courtesan at the moment. You are really the only one of a high enough rank for that at the moment yet I doubt you would be in much favor of that. He waved his arm to the stairs, then slightly shoved Ren if he didn't start to move. Aren't you going to show your guest around? You seem to have forgotten your duties as a hostess, being so far away from civilized company.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

After wrapping up his shock and neatly tucking it away in the back of his mind, he decided that, though whatever remnants of his brother's royal behavior were missing in action, Ren would not give in to overpowering feelings of disappointment mixed with growing resentment. So that's why you spend so much time astray. You're training beasts to be beasts. He looked to the glossy floor for a moment before locking eyes with his brother. Your utmost productivity aside, I can forgive them for their nature. They know nothing better. He let a diplomatic smile cross his lips. He laughed when his older brother called him a 'hostess' before alleging that he was uncivilized. I have more pressing matters to attend to than escorting you about the palace. I'm disgraced by my inability to wait on your every desire, but some things can't be helped. Bedrooms for the honorable are upstairs, quarters for the socially inept are downstairs, and everything else rests on this floor. If we'd only met today, I would have you in the basement. He caught sight of his brother's moderately wandering eyes. Have you anything significant to say before I leave you? More complaints about how I carry myself? Perhaps another power play or two? I'd be more than welcome to receive them.
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

'Ohh, ho?' Looked like he had been getting somewhere. The kid was cracking fairly easily. Yes. He leaned over and patted him on the head. Princes need to have backbone and a bit of a vicious streak. Good to see that you have some, even if one needs to wait for you to talk before they see it. Perhaps his brothers clothes were baggy to hide muscles or weapons? Probably still giving him too much credit. I will leave you to whatever tasks of state you have, though would suggest that if you aim for the diplomatic angle in life that you don't cave in to a few comments. He walked away, his spurs scratching the polished floor before he turned his head over the beaten shoulder of his golden armor. And keep in mind to never go out of your way to insult a person, even if the other already has, especially if they are the ones occupying your house in terrain unforgiving to those attempting to flee. He nodded politely to one of Ren's bodyguards, who would have been too late if there had been an actual attack. And so you know, I am not ashamed of being a knight. Outside of the Centre I am a warrior first, as my orders have clearly stated. Why should I fear being associated with those who would and have thrown themselves between me and ballista?
Thread: Heir Presumptive. [Ahnkuri x Kadavro]

The reaction was nothing he could have expected based on precedent. He was left speechless for a moment before he could manage to contemplate anything articulate. Yes, even after all of that, his older brother still seemed fixed on some superiority complex. Nonetheless, it was. Respectful? He didn't think he'd be using that word at all this evening. So the act was a test? It was difficult to wrap his mind around the changing atmosphere in the lobby. So, his expectations weren't completely disappointed now? Where did that leave him? He could certainly feel insulted for the implication that he'd acted unreasonably in the face of crude antagonism, but he chose to let a relieved breath fall from his lips. Very well. I'll take your words into consideration, but only once you hear mine. His leg kicked up behind him and he pulled a sharp, ornate dagger from within the boot attached. I'm not helpless. Father seems to think I'm without hope when it comes to protecting myself, and I'd have him know that I'm not. He wouldn't believe just me. He seemed to be setting up a proposal, slipping the dagger beside his hip beneath the surface of his pants. I want to reduce my bodyguard count to one instead of four. One of my choosing. If I forgave you for testing me in such an obscene way, would I have your signature? It was something he'd been thinking about for a very, very long time... Ever since he was assigned bodyguards. Where others saw slender, he saw speed. Where others saw dainty, he saw unexpected. Ren knew his perceived flaws and, more importantly, he knew how to use them to his advantage.