Thread: To rule a Kingdom (Valken & Presto)

My lady, there is a man demanding he speak with you, it's- No. The hour after my father's burial - we will not have guests. Please inform the people that we are grieving. Helena whipped her braided hair as she turned from the knight. It had been a day full of tears and anxiety and she was barely able to keep strong for her siblings. The King's death was...so sudden, she had been whisked away from her studies and brought immediately before the public eye. The people whispered, 'Who will now rule?' incessantly, as it was understood that the eldest princess had not even begun looking for suitors. Rubbing her temples in irritation, she passed of the visitor as another hysterical peasant who doubted her ability to rule even for the shortest time. Once Caderia prospered...but now was constantly threatened with war from neighboring countries. The old treaties crumbled, and even Helena could think of no way to pacify them. As much as she detested marriage at a mere twenty-three years old, it was an idea she was committed to. Spotting the youngest of her siblings down the hallway, she strode with purpose. Attired similar to her, the young woman wore a flowing black mourning gown, laced tightly with the corset back. Certainly not the dress to be leaning over the balcony in. Had anyone been in their guests corridor, they'd be getting a scandalous show! Christiana , why haven't you retired to your room? The young blonde maiden didn't' even look up as her sister addressed her. I was told that we have company. Very important company, the guard insisted. Her sweet, childlike voice only served to anger the elder. Did no one respect the passing of their king!? Her father had been the harbinger of peace and safety in their kingdom for over twenty years! Directing her rage toward her flesh and blood, she pushed the shorter girl down the hallway as quickly as her legs could carry her. We are the rightful rulers of this land? Do you understand? We do not cater to anyone . Even as an apt scholar, Helena was constantly blocked by the curses of her lineage. Women were...not important. As if her word and studies were less adequate! It was a constant struggle. Arriving to the main hall of the guest's wing, Helena was instantly thrown off. These aren't...our men. Christine shied away from the unfamiliar gazes and turned bright blue eyes towards Helena. What's going on? Said men valiantly held the doors open as they passed, revealing a large, empty room. Her father liked to hold meetings with foreign diplomats here. A long, table filled a large part of the room, though many ornate chairs and decorations were off to the side. Calmly directing her attention to the man clearly waiting for them, she took a deep breath. I don't know you. Speak your peace and then please, take your leave. It has been a long day. Ha! Are you kidding me? Sina's voice visibly shocked the princesses, as she sprung up rather suddenly from her perch by the windows. That's Victor Blackbriar , The brunette said the name with obvious distaste, the venom in her voice filled the room. I bet you think you can waltz right in here and claim yourself king? It isn't enough to inherit a kingdom of your own? Stalking forward, it was clear that Christiana and Helena were content to let the middle sister do all the talking. Even without years of constant study, Sina was brash and as blunt as any warrior. Unlike her sisters, the social dealings of the world came quickly to her. As soon as she laid eyes on the young prince, she had been plotting how to rally her people to stop him. Until...his men forced her into the room. Moving to grasp Helena's hand in sisterly companionship, she returned her attention to the intruder. If you think Helena will marry you, then your are more pathetic than I had first grasped. I know you didn't come to offer your condolences, so please, take whatever provisions you require and find yourself out of our kingdom.