Just a bit of Diplomat( OPEN )

[Nayeli]

Ceunon… The beautiful trading city, created by the elves and yet it belong to us, the humans, the people of the Broddring Kingdom. Why, I was never sure, but they did and I wish our people had thanked them better, weather it be with Gold or gems. I doubt that would ever happen, but I was here in order to try and speak to someone who might consider allowing humans into the Dragon Rider’s Pact. I knew it would not be a Easy test, but this was going to be my first stop before my trip back home and then to Teirm.

My guards rode with me, on large war horses as we traveled. I was on a small gray mare, beautiful and well trained for nearly anything. I wore my hair down, some pulled from my face and a silver crown aloft on my own well groomed hair. As I continued to ride towards the town, I saw many coming out and entering and I smiled. I wore a beautiful silver dress that curved with my body and showed off some skin, but not enough to make me be considered a whore. I looked to one of my guards and smiled at him, my emerald eyes catching his own. ”Milady, no offense, but if I had not known you since birth, I would call you elf without the ears.” I smiled, chuckling under my breath, before allowing myself to go calm back down from my laughing.

”Kellan, I want you to go and tell the Courtessess of my presence… I do not want to surprise them.” He nodded and took off quickly, his horse was past the main entrance to the trading city and my other guards were still with me and as we got closer, I saw not only elves, but many of my people. A few knew me, possible from how much I looked like Nayeli, Courtess of Caravala, but I was not my sister.

( COMMENTS ) I hated it! SHORT!!! -cries-

[Emma]

It was pitiful, really, the issues nobility had to deal with.

After a few moments of glaring at the parchment of land disputes, minor robberies, and public brawls my lady-in-waiting had handed to me minutes earlier, I tossed it aside, hearing it hit the stone wall with a pleasant smack as I settled back in my bathtub. Resting my head against the laced pillow on the edge, I raised one bare leg and peered at it with some disdain before dropping it back down again, watching it disappear into the suds. I sucked in a breath, inhaling the pleasant aromas of pine and lavender before letting it out again in a sigh. Maybe it was to make up for all of these amenities.

It was so pleasant to relax, especially when it was my first opportunity to do so in days. I was still sore from the ride all the way from Ília Fëon back home to Ceunon- I had literally crossed Du Weldenvarden. At the very least, I’d narrowly avoided an appointment with Dellanir due to her being away at some training rite of her son’s in Ilirea. On top of that, I’d spent most of my time in Ília Fëon dodging assassins and toting along two young elves. It had been an exhausting two weeks, to put it mildly, and I was glad for some rest before I had to return to my duties- mainly, ones involving the Hive.

However, my afternoon of relaxation was very rudely interrupted mere minutes later. As I reached for the wine glass on the edge of the tub and took a quiet sip, the door was flung open. I dropped the glass, instinctively covered myself up and reached for the knife I kept by my robe. However, when I saw the nearly-naked figure bolting inside, I sighed and slumped against the tub. My sister had very obviously just gotten out of her bath, and she was being chased down by one of the maids, one who was far too elderly for chasing. Veela came to a violent stop, narrowly avoiding cutting her feet on the broken glass.

“SALKA!” she sang. “Salka, Salka, Salka!”
“Damned naked child!” came the rasped breath of the old woman, whose name, I remembered, was Nell. “It’s indecent…”
“Are you mad? I refuse to wear that rag.” Veela pointed accusingly at the frilly black gown Nell was holding, but at the same time fixed her obnoxiously pink towel. “I wore it at the Carvallan banquet last year! I will not re-use an outfit!”
“Bloody spoiled elf girl. You’ll be the death of me. I… oh!” Nell’s face went white when she saw the shattered glass. “What have you done? Caroll, Caroll! Her royal elfishness has gone and made a mess! Get a mop!”
“Veela,” I sighed as Nell left the bathroom, shouting at the top of her lungs. “You’d do well to explain your torturing me… and your nakedness.”
“Pfft, Rusalka, you’ve seen me in nothing but my shift before!”
“Not aimlessly footling about where all the men can see you, I haven’t.”
“Ooh, you’d do well to show a little skin once in a while.” Veela squatted on the edge of the tub, tossing her wet blonde locks. “With your wasp waist, you’d get almost as many men as me! Now, here’s the news- we have visitors!”
“Quite. As we always do.”
“No, not silly peasants! One’s this girl from Carvala. She’s Leilani Richards, Nayeli Richards’ little sister!” I coughed in surprise, glaring at Veela. “That means she’s the king’s niece! We’d better be on our best behaviour! Get yourself into some fantastic clothing- not those horrible men’s pants you wear when you’re travelling incognito.”

Before I could get a word in, Veela was off, towel hardly covering anything- much to the disgrace of Nell, who screamed when she saw her, restarting the argument between the two. Seeing as my bath was now ruined, I got on my feet and carefully stepped out of it, avoiding the shards of my wine glass. I picked up my violet robe and wrapped it around myself, took my bone-handle dagger and weighed it in my hand, and then took the small, hidden passage that led to my bedchambers. Veela was proud enough and enjoyed the men enough to flaunt herself, but viewing my body was a privilege.

I entered my bedroom with its beautiful Imperial Broddring-style décor and my enormous canopy bed. I collapsed on it, inhaling deeply as I pondered over what to wear. First, however, I snapped my fingers. A serving girl was dusting the golden statues arranged near the fireplace, and she immediately rushed to my wardrobe, opening every cabinet and drawer and pulling out a wide range of cosmetics and undergarments. It could take as long as four hours to get myself properly prepared, but Leilani Richards hadn’t warned us of her coming. I would have to make a short, speedy job of it today.

“Rusalka!” came Veela’s muffled voice, and then a sharp rat-tat-tat on the door that could only be made by her. “One more thing, love!”
“Yes?” I sighed as she forced the door open.
“There’s another message for you. Nell was going to deliver it, but I made her go fetch me that beautiful green dress I got at the fair last week. You know the one that’s almost like an emerald? The message is… ‘The queen bee needs her drone.’” I sat up abruptly. Veela frowned ponderously. “What does that mean, Rusalka? It sounds an awful lot like-”
“Don’t hurt yourself over-thinking it, Veela. Off with you.”
“Oh… fine. But be quick!” She shut the door and left. I groaned.
“Don’t bother with those dresses, Vesper,” I snapped at the maid. “Bring me my finest officer’s regalia. The blue one.”
“For a meetin’ wiv royalty, ma’am?” sputtered Vesper in her heavy peasant accent. “Won’t Miz Richards take offence?”
“She’ll survive one cross-dressing countess. I have vermin that need killing.”

Vesper brought me a simple laced corset and matching silk loincloth, as well as woollen stockings. She helped me into my undergarments before bringing me a white turtleneck tunic and grey high-waisted breeches. After pulling those on, she brought me my favourite piece- a men’s coat that went to my knees of the deepest ultramarine with a high collar. On my feet I had suede, dangerously heeled black boots that reached my thighs, and on my hands I put on short white cavalry gloves. Once I was properly dressed, my jet-black hair was dried and brushed, and finally slicked back. I was ready.

As I left the room, I took a basket-hilt sabre from beside my bed and buckled it to my waist. I wore no makeup, as it would only run into my eyes if I had the misfortune to run into a battle. On top of that, I had no desire to look beautiful for criminals and miserable runts that should have been tossed away at birth. I strode down the long hallways of Castle Ceunon, heels clicking and sabre rattling against my waist. I despised dealing with the Hive, but one did not upset their queen- especially when my queen, Dellanir, expected it of me. I did not get far, however, before I heard Veela’s cry of horror.

“What have you done?” she cried, storming up to me. Her blonde hair had been styled into waves that covered one eye, and she was, indeed, wearing the pale green dress she’d bought at the fair- sleeveless and full-length, it was held up by a halter strap and embellished with an emerald bow tie at her waist, while the bosom- which she’d actually covered up this time, by some miracle- was decorated with verdant floral designs. The skirt flowed outward, held up by a whalebone frame that was hidden by the gossamer underskirt beneath. The kohl around her eyes and the powdered minerals sprinkled on her lids matched the gown’s colour perfectly. Her lips were bright pink. “You look like a cross-dresser! No sister of mine is meeting royalty like that! Hurry, we might still have time-”
“Your Graces…” A manservant, an elven one, appeared with a deep bow. “Leilani Richards will be arriving in the courtroom shortly.”
“Bloody hell!” Veela grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the main hall. “Let’s hope she’s not the gossiping type.”

Words;; 1400
Muse;; Really great!
Thoughts;; I like it. ^^

[moony]

Ceunon...one of the only places one could find elves and humans living in close quarters. There was still much distrust between the two races, but that would disipate in time. Most knew that it was absolutely ridiculous to hate another only because of the shape of their ears. Of course, there's more than that to hate about elves, but humans are no different. There were many things a human could hate about an elf. For one, the fact that they live to be umpteen hundred years old. Another, they tended to be absolute bastards.

However, not all humans felt this way. One, a man standing alone on the roof of a nearby building, watched as Countess Rusalka walked her halls. A smile quirked the edge of his lips. She was in armor, not a dress, though his sources told him that she was to be meeting someone of importance very soon. Though the man wasn't entirely sure who she was meeting, he knew that she was definitely dressed incorrectly. His smile got a little wider. That meant she was going to be meeting his favorite bitch very soon: the Hive queen. Or at least, she would meet one of the bees. No matter, the more of the Hive Kyprioth knew, the better his chances of taking them down.

Kyprioth silently traversed the buildings between him and the Countess. Easilly, he pushed open a window and slipped inside. Even if he were caught, he wasn't exactly worried. He and the Countess had a bit of a history. As his smile widened further, the man made his way to the Countess's side. Without so much as a hello, Kyprioth wrapped her hand around the crook of his arm. "My beautiful Lady," his words dripped like honey. "My shining star. She who is perfection impersonated. Might I ask as to the occasion for so fine a dress...?" Kyprioth gave her his best mischevious smile.

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[Nayeli]

My messenger did not come back, which worried me for a moment and I wondered why he did not come back at all. As we continued into the city, we were met by two elves, both men and very handsome, at least, I thought so. They greeted me by bowing and I just nodded my head smoothly. ”Lady Leilani. It is our pleasure to host our city to your presence.” I lifted my hand, a smile on my face. ”I came without warning… I know you were not ready for me and I am deeply sorry for such an act.”

[/color] The elves still smiled and nodded quickly, before motioning me and my guards to follow towards the middle of the city, where the royals would be.

Once we got closer towards the gates of the castle, the elves stopped, one offering his hand to me, allowing me to dismount my mount. As I got off, along with the others who had come with me, the elves took our horses towards the stables, which could be heard. ”If I may ask, what part of the castle is this?”[/color] The elf looked at me for a moment and then looked back at the castle. ”The back area… With you being on horses, we wanted to get close to the stable area.” I nodded towards them and we headed towards the castle. I pulled a cloak that was around my shoulders tighter, my dress blew slightly as we walked and then as we entered, the beauty inside was wonderful.

The elf lead us into a large room and I stood properly with my guards, who were a bit on guard, but were relaxed, knowing that this place was will protected. A few moments later, two people came out, one wearing a beautiful dress and the other wearing Armor. About the time they came into sight, another being joined them, though I was not sure who this being was, he came from no where and was standing with one of the ladies. I smiled towards them, not caring what they were wearing and took a few steps forward. ”Hello… I hope I am not interrupting your day, I’m sure you have both been busy.”[/color] I said, looking at the two ladies, the elves, which were beyond my natural beauty. My emerald eyes looked between the two elves and then looked at the man who had appeared.
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[kaioinazuma18]

She had always found great interest in nobles, what they were doing and when. However, this was only the sideshow to what she was really doing from her perch atop one of the buildings. Her unobstructed view allowed her to pick out her next target. She was a mercenary and a bounty hunter, and it was all so much fun for her. Her eyes trailed down the street before she began heading off the building, jumping down before grabbing a beam and using that to lessen her fall, her cloak rippling around her, her body still hidden.

"Another day, another dollar." she said as she snuck in after them, staying in the shadows and avoiding all contact. Stealth worked deeply in her favor. She snuck into the main hall, hiding herself amongst the many twisted shadows of the building. Their discussion would be made clearly to her in time, but if any secrets were spilled, she was one to hold her tongue, and so she would.

She crouched low, eyes staring at the four people standing with one another and exchanging formal greetings, this was the boring part of diplomacy, and the one she wanted to do away with. Formalities were nothing but covers for the deep down innate desire to one-up the other person. Unfortunately, elves were not immune to this desire as much as humans were not. It was sad, really.

[Emma]

Firmly wrapping my arm around my sister’s and pulling her close to me, I immediately took the hallway that was the fastest route to the throne room. This one took us close to the kitchens where the human servants would gawk and ogle us, but one was never late to a meeting with a princess. Besides that, I could get one of them to remove my twin’s hideous weapon and take it away to avoid upsetting Leilani further. Rusalka was so sharply disciplined and used to bossing people around that she probably had no idea of how insulted the princess would be, poor thing. I would have to teach her that.

Unfortunately, most of the servants were so busy preparing for the princess- a meal for lunch, which would be soon, a room in case she decided to retire for a few hours, and other such necessities. Rusalka and I spent most of the walk dodging platters and nearly being run over by the servants and the slew of apologies that followed afterward. Rusalka was also in one of her moods, and I knew better than to bother her, although I was dying to talk to her about just how incredibly beautiful my dress was, just how important we had to be if the princess was visiting, and other such businesses.

We were almost there, however, when I saw the oddest thing. A human, who was tall for one of his kind, probably hovering around 6’4”, seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He moved so quietly that I hadn’t even heard him enter. Dark of colouring and very athletic, he was attractive in that rugged, outdoorsy way. I personally preferred the more feminine beauty of elven men, but even so, I found myself staring like an aroused schoolgirl. He came up to us with a swagger in his step- to Rusalka, actually, much to my surprise- and took her arm, sidling in beside her with a pleasant little smile on his lips.

“My beautiful Lady. My shining star. She who is perfection impersonated. Might I ask as to the occasion for so fine a dress...?”

His words were so poetic that if they had been for me, I would have melted on the spot. Rusalka, however, was so deep in thought that she hadn’t heard his approach, and his presence made her arm jerk violently in my grip. If I hadn’t held on, she might have pulled that sabre out and sliced at him. However, the death glare she gave him was almost as bad. I didn’t understand how she wasn’t charmed. I worried about Rusalka- she hadn’t been with a man ever since that handsome general she’d married in Saxony. She’d even been the Emperor’s mistress, and now she had nobody at all.

Besides that, men flocked to me far more often than they did to her, even though she was no homely woman- her waist was something like twenty inches, and her hips forty. She had that rich, deep voice, and such a slender frame and build that she moved like a cat. Beauty-wise, though, I had to secretly admit that I was her superior, and the fact that I was blonde and deliciously curvy helped enormously. I’d never say that to her, however. I only wished she could find herself a husband. She looked at this man like he was a dead Urgal for a few moments before her lips suddenly curled into a grin.

“Hello,” came a soft female voice. I glanced around, and noticed with some shock that we were standing right in the entrance of the throne room. Leilani Richards was standing in the middle of the hall, smiling gently. “I hope I am not interrupting your day; I’m sure you have both been busy.”

The princess was surprisingly beautiful for a human, with high, almost elven cheekbones, raven-black hair like my sister’s, and emerald-green eyes. She was also nice. All the royalty in Saxony would have responded to a pathetic little countess’s being late with rage, curses, and even the removal of their head. I was pleased with her deference, considering. Besides that, Rusalka tolerated humans, but that didn’t mean she had to like them. They irritated and disgusted her, which perhaps explained the princess’s niceties. However, Rusalka did well to make a secret of it, so Leilani couldn’t possibly know.

Blue eyes flickering back and forth, Rusalka freed her arm from me and the mysterious man’s and smoothed down her regalia, sweeping into the throne room with feline grace, the deep navy of her awful men’s coat a sharp contrast against the red décor of the room. I followed her excitedly. She walked towards the shorter princess, pausing a respectable distance away and bowing deeply, her coat sweeping the floor. I did the cutest curtsy I could muster, and then waited for Rusalka to speak. She was the true ruler, not me.

“Not at all, milady,” Rusalka said with deference, her thick Saxon accent edging her words. “It is an honour to have royalty in our hall.”
“Quite!” I said cheerily, curtsying again. “And I hope this goes better than that time Palancar- what?” I quirked an eyebrow at the glare Rusalka gave me.
“As for that blaggart…” Rusalka made a sharp motion with her hand. “He is trespassing.” She turned to the two guards stationed within the throne room. “Escort him to the dungeons, if you please.”
“Rusalka, so what if he’s a human? He was so nice…” I protested.
“And he also happens to be a ludicrous, imbecilic galoot. No offence, of course.” She hadn’t stopped smiling, though. “Now, milady, I believe introductions are in order?” She turned back to Leilani. “I am Rusalka Venali, Countess of Ceunon late of a few run-ins with my queen Dellanir, but I won’t bore you with my scars, and this is my twin Veela Venali. She’s…” She glanced at me like I was something very odd, but then smiled. “Honest, confident, impeccably brave and beautiful.”
I gasped. “What… you really think that of me?”
“Oh, shut up, Veela. You know I don’t mean a word of it.” Her words were rapid and her voice sharp, but she gave me a wink and a nudge before turning back to Leilani.

Words;; 1045
Muse;; Pretty good!
Thoughts;; Whee! This one was fun to write. XD

[moony]

Kyprioth winked at the elf on Rusalka's other arm. She must be Veela. Her beauty, as he'd heard, was unmatched. He found he couldn't agree with this. Yes, the femme was beautiful, but it wasn't his type of beautiful. Kyprioth found the commanding air that Rusalka showed was more attractive. "Now, my darling..." he drawled as the Countess reached for a blade. "Surely you wouldn't harm me?" With his left hand -- the one not occupied with Rusalka's -- he touched her cheek, grinning broadly at her smile.

A moment later, Kyprioth heard a very light greeting coming from the front of the room. He had heard that voice before, but only in passing. The man turned to the Princess of the realm he lived in, jaw open. Rusalka pulled her arm free and Kyprioth bowed with every trace of elegance and noble birth. "Your Highness..." he murmered. Suddenly, a few of his reports added up. A smile lit his face. He could use this to his advantage. As Rusalka formally welcomed her guest, Kyprioth was calculating. This was not what he expected.

A phrase caught his attention. Before he could help himself, he snorted, "Ludicrous, embicillic galoot?" The man could hardly hold himself upright he was laughing so hard. After a moment, he had control of himself. A human man and an elven male were approaching. Thinking quickly, he held a hand out, stopping both of them. "Now now, my beautiful lady," he drawled. "You know that in doing that you sentence both of these men to death."

He pulled a knife out of one of the many hiding places around his body. He sent a look to Rusalka. She knew what he was capable of, what was this game she was playing? The human didn't take the hint and began to advance. The elf obviously had more sense...or at least enough sense to wait on his lady to give another order. Humans, however, were rash. Kyprioth silenced the man forevermore with the knife. It was a thirty yard throw and hit it's mark exactly. What good would a theif be if he couldn't defend himself?

Kyprioth didn't stop to think but pulled another knife out, ready to kill the elf as well, though he would be much more of a challenge. It wasn't impossible for a human to best an elf, but with the superior strength and speed that came with the elven blood, it was very difficult. "Rusalka, my sweet, now would be a good time to call the dogs off. I didn't come here for murder today." Keeping most of his attention on the elf guard, he adressed the princess. "I'm sorry, Highness. You should not be subjected to this." Just because he didn't always answer to the human crown didn't mean that he wouldn't show a beautiful lady respect.

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[Nayeli]

My own greetings had cause a bit of surprise, for they must have not been paying attention as they came into this beautiful throne room. The armored one reminded me of my own sister, the dear Lady Nayeli, but I tried to push such thoughts from my own mind, I needed it all the be clear in order to have a nice conversation with them, to gain ideas to help our two races coincide better then we did.

I felt almost at home among the two elves, both were beautiful, but something about them just made me relax more, though I was not sure what it was. Sometimes I wondered if I was a elf in a past life, my family called my elf child because of my beauty and agile body, but I held not a bit of elven blood in me, all to my disappointment. I had always dreamed about being elf, the chance to be both a diplomat and a dragon rider always played within my head, but I pushed it aside as I looked between the two, my guards stood away from me, though a bit more on edge then I was, of course.

I knew most, like some of the other royalty in my home would go mad for such lateness, but I was lucky my sister, brother, and I were taught to be considerate of others. We had not been born for being royal, our mother had no idea we would gain such a honor, but we were and we took our jobs seriously. My sister was a master at her work, though she was a bit more wary of the idea of joining the dragon riders pact, as I was open minded to. In my opinion we needed both races to be a part of the pact, knowing it would strengthen relations and it would also give the humans a moment to relax. Many humans tensed at the thought of a elf or a elf rider, but a human rider would give them time to relax a bit more, they would feel a bit of equality between them and the elves.

The first elf to approach was that of the one dressed in fighting clothing and I did not at all find it odd or displeasing, my sister could be found running the courts in such a outfit and I knew to her it was normal and comfortable. I had tried it and I hated to wear it, but I wore it when needed. I then looked at the other elf who followed, along with the man who seemed a bit high and mighty for himself… He was human. The blond elf was beyond beautiful, almost more human then the other, with her stunning blue eyes and her blond hair. I could not believe my eyes, for I had seen nothing of this beauty.

“Not at all, milady,” I was caught slightly off guard by the voice, but smiled as they approached. ”It is an honour to have royalty in our hall.” I smiled at them slightly bigger. I really did not consider myself as royalty, I was a diplomat who wanted to bring further peace between our races and I knew many did not even like the idea. “Quite!” The other spoke and I smiled at the beautiful one, of course, both were beyond beautiful in my own eyes. “And I hope this goes better than that time Palancar- what?” I covered my mouth in a slight chuckle. The two fought between each other like my own sister and I did.

”As for that blaggart…” I looked to the man for a moment and noticed her sharp movement. ”He is trespassing.” I nodded slightly and looked to the man and then back to the two elves. ”Escort him to the dungeons, if you please.” I never liked the idea of sending someone to the horrid place, but it was never in my place to do such a thing. I was just a diplomat, though my uncle had offered to allow me to run my own city, the thought of frightening. “Rusalka, so what if he’s a human? He was so nice…” I smiled at the other elves protest about the man being sweet, of course, I kept my mouth shut as they went between each other. “And he also happens to be a ludicrous, imbecilic galoot. No offence, of course… Now, milady, I believe introductions are in order?” I lifted my head slightly, allowing a small smile to grace my lips, not wanting to seem to happy, but not angry that I was here, for I was happy I had been able to get out of the courts that belonged to my sister and uncle. “I am Rusalka Venali, Countess of Ceunon late of a few run-ins with my queen Dellanir, but I won’t bore you with my scars, and this is my twin Veela Venali. She’s… Honest, confident, impeccably brave and beautiful.” I smiled slightly at the compliments to one sister and nodded a greeting, even giving the small curtsy that I was famous for giving when I was being introduced to another. “What… you really think that of me?” I knew this would be interesting as I looked between the two ladies. “Oh, shut up, Veela. You know I don’t mean a word of it.” I chuckled slightly at the words and watched the exchange.

”It is a true pleasure to met the both of you… Though, I do request that you only call me Leilani, for I am only a Diplomat, not a princess or ruler of anything, that is my sister.”

[/color] I said to them, my eyes showed of a pleasant heart and my small was planted on my lips to just a small little thing. It was then that I heard the man speak and I could already tell that Rusalka did not like him, though Veela did seemed to be intrigued by him, as was I. He was handsome, though he was here unannounced as I was and did not seemed welcome, unlike I was. ”Your Highness..." I looked at him and nodded my head to him, though he was slightly charming, he seemed very… Confident in my eyes and not in a good way. ”Ludicrous, embicillic galoot?" He was laughing at the woman of the court and honestly, Leilani would have found it very disrespectful and she did, but this was not her court it was Rusalka and Veela and she would allow them to handle it. As the guards approached, he lifted his hands, stopping them. ”Now now, my beautiful lady… You know that in doing that you sentence both of these men to death." He was too confident for his own good and now I was beginning to find myself irritated with him.

I looked at the two ladies and then to the human guard and elf guard, one which Advanced and was killed as he did. Leilani closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them to see a man below her feet, a small bit of blood showing. ”That was uncalled for… They were doing as was told and you should be punished in my honest opinion. Nothing more then a man coming into a place he is not welcomed and causing unneeded trouble.[/color]

”Rusalka, my sweet, now would be a good time to call the dogs off. I didn't come here for murder today.” He had proven himself otherwise by giving murder and thought I was not one for putting one into a cage, he, I would have no trouble sending there. He was nothing more then a over confident fool. ”I'm sorry, Highness. You should not be subjected to this." I looked at him for a moment, placing my hands on my hips, where hid my own dagger, which I dreaded the idea of using. ”Then you should have just left or gone with these guards.”[/color] I held no fear in my voice and looked the man dead in the eyes, my own elven like eyes showing not a bit of fear.
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[kaioinazuma18]

She kept herself hidden before wondering if she could kill that man. Whomever he was, she wanted to kill him. He seemed a threat, and all threats needed to be eliminated. The more she watched them the more she wanted to yawn, but if she did she would have given herself away. She knew the diplomats were no threat, the ruler might have been powerful, but as long as she could get away with it, it was fine, right?

She was going to wait and see what they did with him, if he tried to attack any of them, she would make her move. Being an assassin was so much fun.

(blech. Muse is dead...)

[Emma]

“It is a true pleasure to meet the both of you.” I bowed my head slightly in deference to the young woman. I was not smiling as she was, but my face held no hostility, either. “Though, I do request that you only call me Leilani, for I am only a diplomat, not a princess or ruler of anything; that is my sister.”

This did cause me to raise an eyebrow, as I was somewhat surprised by Richards’ humility. Most nobility only cared to impress just how important they were on anyone that paid the slightest bit of attention to them. I did remind myself, however, that Leilani Richards would not have turned up in Castle Ceunon so unexpectedly if there wasn’t an important matter she wanted to discuss, and perhaps even needed us for. I was far too well trained for the cloak-and-dagger terrors of court life to be so trusting. Veela, of course, was all but happy to meet someone new to discuss shoes and new fashions with, so she just clasped her hands together and beamed.

“Ludicrous, imbecilic galoot?” came Kyprioth Smithson’s sneering voice, interrupting what I was about to say to Richards. I pressed my lips into a thin line and rounded on him. “Now, now, my beautiful lady. You know that in doing that you sentence both of these men to death.”
“Smithson, don’t you dare-”

I was too late for the human soldier. Smithson was indeed skilled for his age, but surely even he knew better than to kill the countesses’ bodyguards? The entire castle would be on him within minutes. The knife hit my soldier full on in the forehead. He stood there for a few more moments, swaying, his blue eyes half-closed and blinking rapidly. Then, he fell backwards with a crash of armour, the sound reverberating on the stone floor. Blood poured freely from his wound. Before I could even think of the repercussions of a human dying in my presence, Veela screamed, and I became furious.

Mother had forced me into assassination. I had dealt with death and killing for so long that it was now instinct for me to remove myself from my main personality to deal with it. Murder was the most terrible of human crimes. Veela, however, who had never committed any violent act in her life, did not have that instinct. She backed away, eyes wide and hands cupped to her mouth in horror. I sorely remembered the death of her young son, and what it had done to her fragile mind. I moved to the side to take Veela into my arms, tucking her head against my shoulder as she sobbed.

“Rusalka, my sweet, now would be a good time to call the dogs off.” Fury like an ice blizzard curled my innards. “I didn’t come here for murder today.”
“That was uncalled for… They were doing as was told and you should be punished in my honest opinion. Nothing more than a man coming into a place he is not welcomed and causing unneeded trouble.” Even this mere girl handled death better than Veela, who was well over five hundred years old. I gritted my teeth.
“I’m sorry, Highness,” said Smithson, with no hint of apology in his voice. “You should not be subjected to this.”
“Then you should have just left or gone with these guards.”
‘Who the bloody hell does he think he is?’ came Veela’s voice in my mind. I could feel she was still shaky and frightened, but she was also angry now.
‘Not so sweet anymore, is he? I told you how barbaric these humans are.’
‘He’s a monster! Make him go away!’

As I spoke to Veela, I allowed my eyes to rove the room, hunting for the servants that should have been rushing to and fro. They were nowhere to be seen. Ah, excellent. Then my full guard would come rushing into here any minute now. I looked again at the cocky, disgusting human before me, and then at Leilani Richards. Her demeanour had completely changed. Her eyes were more piercing, and her mouth was tight. She looked exactly like her older sister Nayeli Richards now. However, since Nayeli Richards was also known for her terrible temper, I decided to take the reins of the matter.

‘Get Richards out of here,’ I told Veela as I released her.
‘But…’
‘Hush! Protection of royalty is paramount. I will remain with this human scum.’
‘I… oh.’ She sighed heavily. “Come with me to the dining hall, milady. Rusalka needs to, er… buff this out with the monst- man. Please?”
“Smithson,” I said heavily, stepping towards the human. “Allow me to make this as… monosyllabic as possible. To come into my castle, to kill my soldier… you continue to demonstrate a remarkable level of ineptitude- one that borders on the imbecilic- and I mean no offence, of course.” A flash of movement as my soldiers arrived caught my eye, but I continued speaking. “I give you one last chance to stifle your foolishness and leg it. If not, I’ll see you hanging by the neck before the day is done.”

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Muse;; Quite good!
Thoughts;; It kinda fizzed out right at the end, but it's otherwise nice!