Of Plots and Plans (Tris)

[junai]

'A THRONE MADE OUT OF PARTS OF BROKEN BONES'
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comments` First post! Huzzar! Not the best I've done but...

The days were long, but sometimes the nights were longer. A dull heat had settled over her city and Thenidiel's nerves were on edge, her temper shorter and her acting skills beginning to fail her. Most below in the city did not seem to mind, far enough away that her rages were not heard nor spoken of, but her prisoners-oh how they wept, begging her for mercy or pardon or innocence. None were innocent-it was just a shame they didn't realize that yet.

She leaned back in her chair, a throne of its own but with other, less pure thrones next to it for her advisers. They never stayed for long, changed and recycled so none had a strong grip over her ways or her mind. Many loved the idea-no one was all powerful in her court but Thenidiel who was fair and listened to the woes of all. Yes, she was fair indeed.

Still, the court had noticed that she had grown angry and bothersome and some whispered amongst themselves, glancing her way and setting her on the edge of her seat, teeth grinding as she smiled at her court. Perhaps it had been foolish to allow the women-what was her name-as a body guard, but rumors would fly if she let men guard her even in her room. None would whisper if a women slept by her bed. Too many perhaps and too many whispers. There would be blood tonight, if only to ease her worries and fears. Still, those eyes would follow her, even when the faces they resided in were turned away. Such was the life of a countess.

[Tris]

Laereth scanned the court room ones more, seeing no disturbance she turned back to her charge. Countess Thenidiel ah Ferendir sat on her throne head held high with a smile on her face, though it was very good Laereth could tell it was forced, but the lady was a great actress and only let her anger trickled through a few times. Not that she could blame her, the women had almost been assassinated not three days before, and it was almost certain that one of her court was responsible. After the assassination attempt Laereth was summand and charged protect the countess but also to find out who was trying to kill her. Not able to refuse, she was packed off to Nädindel and quietly put into the post of head maid to avoid any unnecessary talk.

Three long days and nights pasted and nothing happened, Laereths nerves got rawer as the hours past with the countesses antics, she would go anywhere she pleased and not care if it was safe or not. She had to admire to ladys calmness and bravery but to Laereth it felt like she was just trying to put herself in danger to spite her.

But that day her patience came to an end when Thenidiel wanted to go for a ride in the city, thinking of all the things that could go wrong she stopped the countess in her tracks. Ma’ma, You can’t go riding.” There was an edge to her voice that she had meant to keep out. ”Please stay here. For you own sake.” She said in a more respect full tone.







Thoughts: Probably my worst yet... Oh well, at least its done.

[junai]

'A THRONE MADE OUT OF PARTS OF BROKEN BONES'
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tagged` Tris
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comments` I am so sorry it took so long! Real life hit with a sledgehammer an' all that. Sorry!

And there was that bodyguard again, saying what was best. Thenidiel's eyes narrowed a little as she considered the woman's words. That edge didn't go unnoticed-nothing went unnoticed. Still, she'd hired the woman for a reason and who knew more about safety than a bodyguard? Appointments had to be kept, though, and she had an appointment with the people, her desire to make sure that her throne was secure and in no danger ever present.

"I am sure all will be well," she said smoothly, waving a hand, the sleeve of her dress making a sound like tissue paper as it slid back on her skin. "Is not my sake meant for my people? No, I will ride among them." The pretty words got smiles and nods of approval from some of the lower nobles as she stood, smoothing her gown out. "You will join me, however, correct?" It was in no way an actual question, just and order posed as one.

Without waiting she swept from the room, slipping into a room that held her riding gear. "What dangerous does the city pose? Besides robbers and cutthroats, but those are aplenty anywhere."