Thread: For the rest of your life. [Wreckles & Cal]

In silence Turyn contemplated father's orders about the 'diplomatic' journey he was supposed to be undertaking. The light brisk steps increasing behind him and he could actually feel his sister's presence. Energetic and full of life his sister's eyes met his when he turned around, Turyn reciprocated her smile by sighing, feeling slightly nauseous and waving lazily with his hand towards Ser Meril, who bowed to the both of them before backing off and disappearing into the vast hallways. With the two of them being left alone, Turyn turned around and spoke Walk with me. Being taller than her Turyn refused to slow down on the tempo, forcing her to walk quickly to keep up with him. His thoughts dwelled on the exact purpose for which their father would send both of his children to, no doubt he knew that the lady up north was pregnant but surely that was not the reason why. Snapped back to reality by the presence of his sister Turyn came to an abrupt halt and turning to his sisters shorter stature. Listen well Calyce, we are Daroni, we don't go on diplomatic missions . The reason father is sending the both of us there is to instill fear into their hearts, fear of our might and that they should consider themselves lucky that we saw fit not to put their heads on spikes. There was no warmth in Turyn's voice, there rarely was, and his words left little room for debate. Easing up on the harsh tone Turyn eyed his little sister from top to toe, adding a faint smirk to his lips and said You are fit to bear children, perhaps father wants to marry you off to some Lernisian cunt. The cold tone he treated his sister was betrayed slightly by his own scoffing, a Daroni of pure blood being wedded of to a conquered and broken people? The thought alone was enough to make him vomit. He made a pause and locked eyes with his sister, looking sternly into them, forcing her to bend away from his gaze. You will do what I say and act how I tell you to, is that understood? I won't have you embarrass our house in front of the lesser ones. Turyn glared at his sister in silence for a brief moment before two maids came into view, one of them carried a basket full of sheets. The servants had noticed them before long and slowed down in their stride, both beginning to make a bowing motion when Turyn snapped with his fingers. You two, my sister requires a bath, see to it that she gets one... making a brief pause and put on a sneering expression he continued She's even starting to smell like a commoner, wash it off. his tone was commanding, like it often was and with that said he turned around and walked away. It was a short walk to Turyn's own chambers, and when he arrived he found his personal servant Manfrel waiting for him. Manfrel was a orphan with a club foot that Turyn enjoyed tormenting, to the point where he made him his personal servant so he could constantly pick at the poor boy's mind. That was years ago though and Manfrel did not have much personality left, a hurried get-up-to-it act and a rushed bow foretold that the servant was not keen on another lashing, countless as they had been. Closing the heavy wooden door behind him Turyn ignored the presence of his insignificant servant and walked over to the open window overlooking the gardens of the inner walls, a pleasant scent originiated from the rose-shrubberies and it was only then Turyn noticed that faint smell of the docks lingering upon his person. With a grunt he instructed his servant to remove his armor, the club footed boy rushed over and quickly but carefully began the process of picking the armor off. Naturally it was not a battle suit but it was still heavy. All the while Turyn was contemplating the significance of the journey he had been assigned. Why was Calyce being involved at all? And did the cunt Lernisians think that they had not noticed the vast reconstructions of their city that the lord has been overseeing? The lesser people shall be kept in check, no matter what. He would have to set an example when he got there... Feeling twenty pounds lighter when Manfrel had removed all of his armor Turyn rubbed his wrists, the clothing he kept beneath was simple yet fitting of a prince. A dark green flax linen garb tunic with matching pants, it clung slightly to his well toned body - being captain of the guards had not left him weak, taking care of his own body was of paramount importance. Putting on high boots before exiting his chambers and heading to the bathplace only royalty used.