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heliads · 9 months

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Hello!! So excited that your requests are open! Would you do a Peter Pevensie X reader where they get trapped after battle (maybe in a cave waiting for the other pevensies to reach them) and the reader is injured so Peter has to care for her and some fluff and comfort?? Thank you! 💗💗💗 If you don't choose to write it thats ok!

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There are two soldiers in a cave, waiting for rescue. One is a king; the other, one of his subjects. He is sitting upright, alternating between anxiously scanning the mouth of the cave for intruders and staring back down at the girl. She is less active, but that is due in part to the ever growing pool of blood underneath her ribs.

They have been here for quite some time already, and although the king will not admit it, he fears that it will be quite some time again before they are rescued. He must have faith, though, for both of them. It is hard not to worry. Not when Peter Pevensie can picture so plainly how they got here, and why they were forced into the cave to begin with.

They were not supposed to be attacked, but it happened anyway. Narnia is a kingdom, and kingdoms fall. Rival kings lust for power that isn’t theirs, and peaceful homelands must rally to protect themselves. Soldiers turn to bitter struggles, cowards turn to run. You had two choices when the banner of war was lifted: stay and fight, or leave and live.

You chose to stay. Will that be what kills you, wanting to be there for your friends? No one can tell for certain, but your blood is darkening the stones beneath you with a deeper stain than you’d like, and the thought of rescue is quite far off. There is no guarantee that anyone will reach you in time, regardless of what Peter is trying to whisper to you. There is no guarantee that you can hear him at all anymore.

Instead, you can hear him yesterday morning, strangely strong despite the early hour of the morning. Narnian spies had come back around dawn bearing news of an approaching army, one that didn’t look friendly. The Pevensies had been carefully monitoring threats to their kingdom for years, but no one could tell for sure that one would attack until they were already on horseback with hands on weapons.

There had been limited time for defense. Peter had rallied his army and their allies, and his siblings frantically evacuated the surrounding townspeople to a safer location, all the while battening down the hatches at home so that Cair Paravel would not be taken. Battle plans were drafted long ago, but it is one thing to write them up in the safety of peace, and something else entirely to have to use them.

The attackers didn’t arrive until midday. They gave an announcement that Narnia was to surrender peacefully or fall violently. Standing on the ramparts of the castle, looking down on the swarms of soldiers, you could feel anger burning in your chest at the insult of it all. As if Narnia would fall to a paltry foe like some neighboring king. As if there was any among your ranks that would not fight to their last breath to defend their kingdom.

Peter had given an answer somewhat along those lines, although, as coached by Susan, with a little more tact. You could tell he was fighting to keep his rage in check, though, if the red crescents imprinted into his palms from where his fingernails had bit into his palms were any sort of warning sign.

After that, the only thing left was to go to war. Before the fighting started, Peter had pulled you aside and asked if you really wanted to do this. You were a soldier of Narnia, a force fighting for good, but more than that, you were his friend, and Peter did not want to lose anyone if he could avoid it.

Tucked into a quiet alcove of Cair Paravel, golden hair rusted over with the shadows of the dark corner, Peter’s hands had tightened around yours as he said, “You can leave now, Y/N. If you want to. I want you to be safe.”

You had shaken your head. “Absolutely not. Narnia is my home, Peter. I can’t leave when she needs me.”

Peter had sighed ruefully, but the spark of pride behind his worried expression had told you what you wanted to know the most: having you there with him meant more than he could possibly describe. The two of you are friends, just friends, but sometimes, you think that the sort of friendship you have with him has long outstripped any sort of bond of camaraderie either of you have held with anyone else. If you die, you will do it by his side. If he falls, he wants you there to see it.

Thus the battle was waged. You donned your armor as quickly as you could, grabbing your weapons before helping the other soldiers. It was time to defend your homeland. No cause could be more important. No risk could be as worthy.

The sun is setting over the hills; Peter cannot see much of it, tucked into the cave as the two of you are, but the loss of light is enough to cause him significant worry. The attackers, although arrived around noon the previous day, had waited until the dark of night to close their ranks and begin the fight. It had added a deadly edge of danger to an already perilous battle, what with the reduced visibility.

The battle had been fought well through the night and into the next dawn, but Peter is not sure that another midnight spent in this stone refuge will prove a good idea for either of you. Mainly for you; Peter looks down again, noticing that your eyes flutter closed more than they stay open, and your skin looks dull and tired even without the loss of light. He pulls you closer to him, shuts his eyes, and prays to anyone who will hear, anyone worthwhile listening, that someone will save you. Not even him. It just has to be you.

Night falls and you hear the clang of steel against steel reverberating around you. Your soldiers, though kept in rigorous practice, have not been to war in a while. They do not exercise the cruelty that the enemy fighters seem to have in spades. What you do have is heart, though, and Narnia has taught you that even the most formidable of odds can be overturned in time.

Slowly, surely, light begins to creep over the sky, and the Narnians manage to push their attackers back from Cair Paravel, over the uneven, rocky ground and towards the mountains once more. Smooth ground twists itself with stone outcroppings, making the fight even trickier than it was before. You step over bodies on the ground, unable to tell whether they are friend or foe, but you force yourself to keep your head. It would not do to lose control now.

Dawn is upon you at last, touching rosy fingers over scarlet blood and pearlescent bone. There is no such thing as a good fight, an honorable war, and if you return home, the lingering knowledge of what has been done upon this land will sit with you for a long time to come. When you come home, that is. After all of this, you must survive. Narnia must survive.

A shout, a scream; soldiers pour over the hills again, and you realize with a chill that your enemies had reinforcements in line, waiting for something like this to happen. You managed to get yourself stuck on the outskirts of the battle in an attempt to go after some higher ranking officials in the enemy army, and now you’re lost in the downstream current of dozens of opposing soldiers flooding towards you.

Too many for you to fight by yourself, that much is certain, but you have no choice now. They encircle you, and even as you manage to take down some, there are too many of them. One raises his sword as you parry another soldier, and when you blink, it has pierced your armor, threading your ribs. It doesn’t hurt and then it does, an agony like lightning rattling through your entire body.

You might scream, you’re not sure of it. You wait for them to kill you, but strangely enough, the death blow does not come. Someone catches you before you fall, and the early morning sun shines on golden curls. Peter. He’s found you, somehow, in the tumult of the battle. You can just hear him shouting to his men that he’s going to take you to cover, and then he’s picked you up, cradling you in his arms like a bride, and running for shelter.

There’s a cave not far from here. Peter stumbles in, twisting past boulders and turns in the tunnel before he gently puts you down behind the cover of a rocky outcropping. There are too many of them out there, running past the mouth of the cave, so Peter does not dare leave you even when you tell him that you’ll be fine. It is a lie. He knows it. He stays.

Peter tells you that, despite the arrival of the enemy reinforcements, he believes the battle will be settled in favor of the Narnians. The enemy fighters were desperate, they knew they were going to lose, which was why they called in more men. They’re still being forced past the Narnian borders, though, even with a king and a soldier pulled out of the fight like this.

Peter won’t risk leaving you, not with the precarious shape you’re in. Besides, the landscape is so messed up with rocks that he is not sure that he could find this particular cave if he steps outside of it to fight again. You can hear the shouts of men, but neither of you can tell whether they’re Narnian or not. To shout back is to risk death.

Instead, the two of you stay there in the cave, feeling the hours tick by, unable to do a thing about it. Peter grows more restless as you grow more still. He tells you that his siblings will look for the two of you, that when they come, you will be safe.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, voice unnaturally slow, like a schoolboy repeating a lesson he’s learned by heart, “We’ll be fine.” You’re not entirely sure if he believes it.

And then it is dark again, and there is still no one here. Peter does not know if you are alive. He is telling himself that you are, because to keep up desperate hope is far better than giving in to the fear that he has lost you like this. There is a chance you have survived; the enemy soldier who hit you had slashed you across the front instead of stabbing you directly, which is what Peter did when he stumbled upon the scene and realized that he was about to lose the only person that matters to him more than anything else. We all have our demons, our secrets.

A scratching sound at the mouth of the cave, somewhat like a mouse but heavier, too, more purposeful. Could an enemy soldier have come back to finish the job? They may not have been able to take Cair Paravel, but they could at least slaughter the High King while they were running away.

Peter feels his entire body tense, his hand resting on his sword. He dares not draw it, too afraid of risking the noise. He’ll fight for both of them if he has to. He’ll keep them alive a little longer. Y/N does not stir by his side.

And then– a voice, just a few meters away. “Peter?”

It’s his sister. It’s Susan. Peter lets out a gasp of relief that could be a sob and calls back as loudly as he dares, “Susan?”

A clattering of footsteps and three siblings descend into the cave. Edmund’s eyes are wide and scared, but the fear starts to go away when Peter carefully gets to his feet and pulls his younger brother into an embrace. Ed starts to say something about how he thought– he thought– but Peter says it’s okay, he is not hurt, but then the words roll back on his tongue because Y/N is not okay, and therefore he cannot be, either.

Lucy has already found her friend lying motionless on the ground and hurriedly rummages through the small red bag on her side, reaching for the healing cordial she received so long ago. She carefully lets a few drops fall onto Y/N’s mouth, and the entirety of several millennia passes before Y/N coughs quietly and starts to sit up.

Peter falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. Distantly, he hears Susan ushering his siblings away, something about wanting to give them space, but he does not care, he does not care because she is alright, Y/N is alright, and that means he is, too, very much alright.

Y/N whispers in his ear, voice still hoarse but healing, slowly. It’s okay, they have time. “You stayed?”

“Yes,” Peter says back, choking on some unnameable emotion, “I did. I would never leave you, Y/N. I– I love you. You know that.”

She does. “I love you too,” she says, and Peter can find it within himself to smile at last, to help her up, to walk back with her to the castle. They have time. It is okay. They will all, somehow, be alright after this, and that means that far fewer worries crown Peter’s head tonight and all nights after that.

requested by @ajwild220, i hope you enjoy!

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sanctus-ingenium · 7 months

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What are some of the other countries in the alt-history your Inver stories are set in? Is Armorica roughly where modern day Brittany would be? :0

Because our concept of countries is very modern & constructed it's not quite that Armorica or Hibernia were Countries as we might understand them. They were mostly made up of smaller fractured kingdoms and cultures which were always fighting one another. Armorica was a region which was roughly here (map and history ramble under the cut SORRY i basically didn't answer your question i got carried away)

(this map is from the 1860s! not Finbarr's time.. I still need to make a map of that)

but it was never a country, just a region alternatively ascribed to Inver or Aquitan. It fell on the northern side of the Inver border with Aquitan whenever it was established but the border was put there rather arbitrarily and cut across the region without consideration for the people who lived there.

So there IS in fact a whole other history which doesn't even concern Inver at all. There is a small city-state on the southern coast of Aquitan called Suzette, which was founded by the pseudo-Catholics of this world and used as their main base of operations. It's basically just the Vatican, but an early actually-Catholic historical figure called (Saint) Alexandre led a schism with the church and was successful. The schism dealt with the legality of using magic to advance the church's position, Alexandre argued that it was a moral imperative to preserve the ability to use magic within the ranks of their holy knights. Alexandre became a very polarising figure but his most famous follower was military leader called Renzo who, in the renaissance period, basically upturned and reshaped the entirety of the Mediterranean region.

At the time, Aquitan was a kingdom with an absolute monarchy and the same werewolf-based religion as the nobility of Inver (the winners of Finbarr's war were the Aquitanian werewolves and it became the dominant religion in Inver as well). Renzo led a religious crusade against the monarchy of Aquitan, to wipe out all that pagan werewolf stuff. He blindsided the queen of Aquitan, who had been running her own campaign of expansion against the king of Notte [placeholder name], on the far-western coastline of Iberia. When Renzo began winning substantial victories in the southern countryside of Aquitan, the queen immediately turned around and ""allied"" with the king of Notte, by mounting an invasion against the city of Notte and forcing him to surrender and play nice. She sent him off on an enforced holiday under house arrest, aware that her play relied on not martyring this king while she ruled his country in all but name. With the combined might of these two kingdoms she was certain she could crush Renzo, and this began a decades-long war.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, the king of Notte was killed by bandits who didn't even know who he was, before he ever reached his holiday home. The nondescript carriage was ambushed and there were no survivors. The queen, in a panic, chose not to publicise his death.

Well guess what Renzo was doing with his holy knights' blood magic. With each victory his army grew, because he raised the dead to serve him. Resurrection and immortality were key themes of Saint Alexandre's teachings and although Renzo's war crimes would result in his own religion banning the practice of this type of magic, it was kind of a-ok back then (the Church of Suzette would later go on to be pioneers of medical innovations such as antibiotics, germ theory, and safe anaesthesia). And you'll never guess whose dead body Renzo's knights found one day, dumped on the side of the road. Renzo alone recognised what had just come into his possession, and he formulated a counter-play against the queen by using the dead king as his own pawn. Using the king, he got the entire Iberian peninsula to turn on the Aquitanian monarchy, so instead of it being 2-on-1 against Renzo, it was suddenly the queen who was dangerously outnumbered and deeply unpopular.

The monarchy of Aquitan was finally defeated by its own people sixty years after the war began, and a theocracy based on the teachings of Saint Alexandre was founded there, along with the city-state of Suzette. The final execution of the monarchists had severe ripple-effects that reached Inver, which had been pretty insulated from the war by virtue of being a kinda pointless place to invade and housing a population of faeries outnumbering humans 10 to 1. The monarchy of Inver took pride in its links to the Aquitanian nobility and now that was gone. The result was a death spiral for the Kingdom of Inver, as the werewolf monarchists, fearing their imminent extinction, began to fight one another to grab as much power and wealth as possible before the Suzettes reached them, too. They banned the church at the border, only allowing the harmless priests of Suzette's poor Austerity sect to build their hospitals, though they were forbidden from holding religious services and actively converting the public, you have to willingly join.

The final Hibernian families who bought into the monarchy of Inver included the descendants of Finbarr, who had largely betrayed everything he would have stood for by assimilating into their enemies' ranks. And, as anyone might have predicted, their assimilation did not protect them when the nobles of Inver chose to prune their own ranks to concentrate power. One of these families was the noble and now extinct Mercier family, the family of one of our protagonists of Said the Black Horse (bowman lol). The other two protagonists are a second-gen immigrant Hibernian and a war orphan originally from Notte.

#setting: inver #oh god. hey. do you want to learn some fantasy history #it's not even spoilers. it's just bg info #there's more... so much more....

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arealphrooblem · 1 year

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Terms of Surrender

synopsis: The queen of a doomed city makes the deal her husband refused to make with the conquering warlord outside her city's gates.

TW: mentions of suicide (the husband)

Three weeks into the siege, the warlord had sent terms for her kingdom’s surrender: He would give them two days for anyone to evacuate. Soldiers could either be executed or conscripted into his army. No civilians would be harmed, their daily business to be conducted as usual. The emperor would die and his family would live out their days as prisoners of war.

With their army reduced by a third already, cannon fire blasting each day, and rumors of his navy coming in a week’s time, the terms were not just generous -- they were her people’s best chance at a peaceful life.

Her husband sent his denial back with the heads of the emissaries.

Six weeks later, as their navy’s wreckage litters the ocean floor, their pleas for rescue from their allies remain unanswered, and the warlords fiercest warriors start to gather for their last incursion, her husband once again used his brilliant tactical decision-making to throw himself off the top of the castle. His body crashed into the encampment of his own soldiers.

The message could not be clearer: Abandon all hope.

The queen did not listen. Instead, that night, she dressed in a serving maid’s uniform and slipped unseen through the secret tunnels of the cistern that not even her husband knew about. They opened up in the forest just outside the walls of her city, close enough to hear the sounds of swords clanging and horses wickering in the enemy camp.

Though her heart thundered in her ears, the queen walked quietly and confidently towards the camp. Either his scouts will shoot her on sight, or she will be captured and escorted to the warlord. Both outcomes promise her a chance of relief.

It took barely minutes for someone to find her, sword pointed at her throat, the creaking of drawn bows surrounding her.

“Do you have any idea where you have wandered to, little girl,” said the general, eyeing her with deep suspicion, as if she were just as capable of trying to slaughter him than any other warrior. It felt strangely flattering.

“Yes,” she said, slowly holding up her empty hands. “I seek an audience with the Warlord.”

His gaze lingered over her plain and simple clothing. “And who are you to ask for such a thing?”

“The Queen.” It was a gamble, revealing her identity this way, but she feared she would be denied.

The general snorted. “Is your city so poor even the royalty mus dress this way?”

“Is your mind so soft it doesn’t understand the concept of a disguise?” she shot back.

A moment of stunned silence, and then a chuckle.

“Queen or not, you pose no threat. At the very least, this should be entertaining. Come. You will have your audience.”

He led through the trees, guided only by the barest light of the moon. Only the queen’s footsteps were heard, the snapping of twigs like thunder echoing in the silence. No wonder they found her so quickly.

The weight of the men’s stares as she walked through camp felt more frightening than the tip of the general’s sword. As they neared the large tent in the middle of camp, her heart-rate climbed and her palms started to sweat. By the time she stood on ornate carpets in the tent, so transformed into a stately room that she nearly forgot its canvas walls, she had to remind herself to breathe.

The warlord sat at a desk, writing something in a slow, steady hand. He looked young. Much younger than her husband. Barely older than her.

She couldn’t help but notice, even in the midst of her growing terror, the stack of beautiful leather bound books next to the parchment. She feels an intense stab of envy. Women were not permitted to read in her county, not even the nobility. She had taught herself in secret, but rarely had the opportunity to practice.

“What is it, General?” he asked, not even lifting his head.

“The queen herself seeks an audience with you.”

“Does she now?” His pen scratches out something in beautiful shapes, in an alphabet so unlike anything she’d seen in snatches in her own court. “And when does she expect this audience? In the rubble of her city tomorrow?”

Her heart stutters in her chest and she wills her face to remain passive.

“She would have it now.” Amusement tinged the general’s tone.

“Now?”

Finally the Warlord lifted his head and froze at the sight of her. It would almost be comical if she wasn’t so afraid of him.

A moment later his manners caught up with him and he stood hastily, tucking the chair back into the desk.

“Well this is certainly an unexpected tactic, sending an unarmed and vulnerable woman to do your begging. Is your husband truly so desperate?”

“My husband is dead,” she said flatly. “I have come to negotiate on my behalf, not his.”

“Dead?” the general and the warlord spoke simultaneously.

They exchanged knowing glances over her head, communicating without words.

“Leave us,” the warlord said at last. “I will play along with such an audience.”

With a bow, the general stepped out of the tent, leaving her completely alone in front of her greatest enemy.

Part Two

#my writing #not a prompt #fantasy setting #terms of surrender #hero x villain #queen x warlord #heroine x villain #enemies to lovers

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askthatoneanacondraikaiguy · 10 months

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I'm curious, how would the first meeting with Aspheera go? Like seeing an Anacondrai with fire powers? Would it go the same way or there will be some teensy winsy changes?

(oh wow this got long)

There's a lotta potential for changes. Specifically based on her own opinion of Anacondrai, which, we never see. So I'm gonna speculate;

Because Aspheera's a Hypnobrai and disrupted the rulership of a Hypnobrai kingdom and you don't see other Serpentine species in Mamba's kingdom or around it in these flashbacks, that the tribe unification hasn't happened yet; which makes sense, since Wu and Garmadon are kids at this point and the five tribes allying with each other and working together during the Serpentine War is notably later in their lives.

There's also the fact that Anacondrai live in more tropical areas (think Chen's island) instead of the Hypnobrai who we see living by upland conifer forests.

I actually looked a bit deeper into conifer trees to find some kind of explanation for why this is the case (because I'm a weirdo who likes to find solid explanations for random lore in my fantasy/sci-fi media) why lead to me discovering Walchian Conifers. They're an extinct species of conifer trees that are believed to have "closely followed, rather than predated the abrupt climate change" in Pennsylvania. They basically showed up and spread when the wet seasons got shorter.

(Sorry for the history/worldbuilding ramble, I am. very excitable)

But, to answer my own question; Aspheera probably wouldn't have a lot of actual exposure to Anacondrai, especially since they've been historically characterized as militaristic and war hungry, which is the opposite of what King Mamba V was pushing for. She would however know of them and probably be able to recognize the Anacondrai in her tomb. But I can imagine that Aspheera would find the Anacondrai admirable because of them being characterized as greedy, war-mongering, and difficult to defeat. (Admittedly, the greedy thing is partly because as Anacondrai get bigger, they have to eat more, and sustaining an army is already difficult enough for humans) . They took what they felt they deserved, or at least that's how Aspheera would see them, and she probably in a way found them aspirational. She wanted to create her own massive empire, after all.

So when she comes out of her thousand-year entombment to see a gaggle of humans (which she almost definitely perceives as weak, stupid, and/or deceiving) with one lone Anacondrai, she most likely applies her own personal experiences onto what she sees as something where these humans are either using this Anacondrai to get into her tomb or that this Anacondrai is tricking them somehow, like she did to Wu and Garmadon. Aspheera is not a generous thinker.

When she sees that Kai is not only a Serpentine like herself but also one that's a fire elemental? That is incredibly intriguing. Serpentine being elemental masters is a novel concept in modern day Ninjago, it was likely a distant dream in Aspheera's time.

Most likely, instead of trying to take Kai's elemental power, she first offers for him (and the Anacondrai Tribe as a whole, not knowing Pythor's the only one left) to 'ditch these humans', help her find the Deceiver, and to join her in her rise to power afterwards.

Whether or not she takes Kai's fire (at least now) would wholly depend on whether Kai would think to play into her assumption (and pull a Chen Trick 2.0) or to continue trying to fight her like he does in the show.

Either way, it's a lot harder to drag an unconscious 20-something-feet snake man out of a booby-trapped tomb than a normal human man.

#anacondrai kai #permanent anacondrai au #ninjago au #kai smith #kai jiang #ninjago #ninjago aspheera #this is a lotta fun to think bout #but yeah. kinda fun to imagine Kai having to once again play the 'traitor' role to save Ninjago and his family. Love that.

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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State of affairs

<<< Conquered

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: Tricky situations, your knight is about to duel for his life to prevent war and win your hand. So as queen, you can only wait for it all to work out.

MEDIEVAL AU

Word Count: 900

Warnings: none

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The envelope laid on your desk, it’s wax still unbroken but you knew the message it contained. A chance for peace or an excuse for war. The neighboring kingdom had been trying to be allies for a while but you knew that all they were interested in were owning the gold mines that were in your land. The guards stationed near your door straightened to let someone in. The metal boots announced his entry, you knew instinctively who it was. You have been in possession of this ability ever since that day in the throne room. His eyes spoke a language only known to you and now they were saying that he had missed you. He called you to the gardens last night but you refused. You were caught between want and bias.

“Are you to answer that letter?”, he went straight to business. “No.”, you responded without having to look up from a treaty you were signing. “May I approach you, your majesty?”, he asks, you see him for the first time since he arrived. You contemplate and then instruct the guards to leave, unable to keep yourself from him. They leave. Now it was only you and him. “You may.”, you tell him and focus on the document in front of you but you feel his warm fingers trail over your extended arm, goosebumps emerge following his trail when he finally tilts your head to see him. “You’re hiding something.”, he smiles but only you knew the devastating news you had to share. “Why would I need to hide from you?”, you ask but instead he kisses your neck as he walks behind your seat.

“Why didn’t you come?”, he asks in turn, but you didn’t want honesty to break his heart. “Obi wan.”, you try to evade the question but he comes into your view. He crouches to meet your gaze. His gaze, telling you he wasn’t one for games. “I had affairs to discuss.”, you walk around the topic but he wasn’t willing the let go. He held onto both arm rests, his face leaning towards yours as your sunk back into the cushions, caging you within his arms. “Liar.”, he calls you out. “The letter. Bad news?”, he looks into your eyes, unable to escape you nod your head. He didn’t move, so you sighed. “A proposal.”, you whisper and his eyes widen.

“For?”, his throat bobs and you look into his eyes. “Marriage.”, you respond and he nods. The silence cutting through you like a knife. “Your response?”, he looked away. You place your hand on his cheek, turning his head till his eyes met yours again. “I haven’t responded yet.”, the colour in his eyes floods back in. “It's either wedding bells or a call for war, Obi wan.”, you sink your hands into his beard and the back of his neck. “We’re not ready to take on their army.”, he said softly and you nod, knowing well where your kingdom stood. You pull him closer to place your forehead on his and he inhales deeply. “The people will suffer, if I send back that letter without an answer.”, you tell him and he moves away to sit on one of your arm rests. “There is another way.”, he stroked his beard, looking out the window. “What is it? Anything to prevent war.”, you plead and he turns to you. “A duel for your hand.”, he suggests. You pause, “I don’t want to marry him, Obi wan and we don’t have another knight as qualified as you are –

His gaze doesn’t leave yours as you figure it out, your eyes snap to his. “No.”, you respond sharply. “I won’t let you.”, you grab his arm. “You cannot risk war.”, he leans in, “What is one life? If it could save thousands.”, he kisses your forehead. “Don’t ask me to sacrifice you.”, your eyes begin to brim with tears as you try to hold your composure. “Let me do this. There is no other price I want to win but to be by your side. The mere thought of you, will keep me alive through the darkest night.”, he says. This was the only option that could work in your favour, but if it didn’t, you would lose everything. “I will come back to you, my love.”, he whispers and you etch every syllable of it in your heart. You write the response to the letter, he waits by you patiently. Folding the letter you hand it to him and he takes it.

He gets up. You didn’t want to let him go. His hand begins to slip from yours but you pull him back. “Promise me, you’ll come back in one piece.”, your lower lips quivers and he comes closer. His lips hover over yours. “I promise darling, to be back to finish this kiss.”, he whispers and walks away. A promise and an escape combined together. You feel his fingers slip away, the door closes and your fear turns into a waterfall.

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st311ar · 7 months

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Picrew by: @SonnieMed on (im pretty sure) twitter

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗Scarlet - AKA - Red panda queen˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

My current oc, Of course.

Anyways, lets cut to the chase and start with the legand.

Long before stone monkey's, there were many more races, such as Panda's, Red panda's, Tigers, and snow leopards, to name a few. One day, The panda queen got made at the Red panda's for using their name, and decided they were going to be called: "Lesser panda's" instead.

This offended the red panda queen, and so she started a war against the panda's, which she sadly lost, due to her lack of allies.

The celestial gods were enraged by the Panda queen's actions, and if she didn't use the blessed redwood she was given to carve a new Red panda queen, her immortality would be stripped away, therefore casting out her leadership role.

Panda queen refused, and refuse she did...Until her people revolted against her after figuring out she wasn't immortal anymore. Before she died, she hastily carved Scarlet, dropping her off the side of the mountain as she died.

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Scarlet managed to fend for herself, though, Due to being immortal at birth. She made a living with her new friend Ming Yue, who is a snow leopard. And she now trains with her mentor crush, Macaque.

Ming is jealous of this, though.

Scarlet's abilities:

9 tails - an intimidation tactic, representing the eight generals of the red panda kingdom and its queen Night vision Shadow manipulation Spirit fire (pink) Speedy (on all fours) Her own shadow staff (Gifted to her by the spirits of the panda army) Soul bonding Kiss of healing Red panda (animal) shadow clones

Scarlet's personality?

She's very childish because she wasn't exactally..."raised" per say. Also, very sassy and moody most of the time. Other than that, she's very...Eclipse-y. But selectivley. One moment she's a ball of sunshine and energy who is bouncing off the walls and fangirling at the same time, and the next she's as calm as the cold cup of tea with ice swishing around in it as an asmr. And before you ask, Yes, she has both of my mental dissabilities (ADHD and ASD or Autisim Spectrum dissorder).

If you have any questions about her feel free to ask in comments. I dont really do Q&A in the traditional sense yet because i dont exacally know how to work tumblr yet, so bare with me <3

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #macaque x oc #oc x canon #oc x character #red panda #oc #new to tumblr and will accept tips

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A brief overview of the history of Mecklenburg, from 1890 to 2006.

Means the person is a sole creation of me.

Heinrich Ludwig I, King of Mecklenburg, (born 26 January 1890) only child of Duke Johann Albrecht of Mecklenburg-Schwerin and Princess Elisabeth Sybille of Saxe-Weimar-Eisenach.

Princess Elisabeth Sybille died in 1908 when Heinrich Ludwig was eighteen years old. His mother was first cousin to Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, making Wilhelmina his maternal first cousin once removed. Wilhelmina married Heinrich Ludwig’s paternal half-uncle, Duke Heinrich of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, making Queen Juliana of the Netherlands his half-paternal first cousin and his maternal second cousin. The events of WWII solidified the bonds between the House of Mecklenburg and the House of Orange.

Heinrich Ludwig’s father remarried in 1909 to Princess Elisabeth of Stolberg-Rossla, they would have no children and Heinrich Ludwig remained an only child.

Heinrich Ludwig’s father had been the regent for his nephew, Friedrich Franz IV, Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, from 1897 to 1901.

In 1915, aged twenty-five, Heinrich Ludwig, who was fourth in line to inherit the throne, overthrew his cousin, Friedrich Franz IV, along with the support of several family members due to Mecklenburg’s involvement in WWI. Grand Duke Friedrich Franz IV abdicated on 3 November 1915 and renounced the succession rights of his two sons. Heinrich Ludwig’s father also renounced his succession rights, this time in favour of his son, who then became the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Schwerin. Heinrich Ludwig recalled his troops and reinforced the border with Prussia. Mecklenburg effectively changed sides and begun supplying Entente troops (with little effect but the gesture was appreciated).

In early 1918, the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg-Strelitz committed suicide and Heinrich Ludwig took control of the grand duchy as the current heir was serving in the Russian Army and would later renounce his claim to the throne (the only surviving male-line was of morganatic descent and ineligible to inherit at the time).

When the German Empire and her allies lost the war in November 1918, Mecklenburg-Schwerin and Mecklenburg-Strelitz celebrated their victory.

Heinrich Ludwig had fallen for the young Princess Karola of Urach prior to the outbreak of WWI and intended to marry her. She was a member of a morganatic branch of the Royal House of Württemberg, but her mother had been a Duchess in Bavaria and Heinrich Ludwig deemed this royal connection to be strong enough to overcome the fact that her immediate family did not rule over a country.

Princess Karola was born Catholic and remained a Catholic for the rest of her life. Karola and Heinrich Ludwig married on 2 January 1919.

In the Treaty of Versailles of 1919, the Grand Duchies of Mecklenburg-Schwerin and Mecklenburg-Strelitz were joined to create the Kingdom of Mecklenburg. Heinrich Ludwig was now King and Karola his Queen.

The King and Queen now needed an heir, or several. The other men in the family had only daughters and women were not able to inherit.

A son and Crown Prince, Paul Friedrich, was born 10 September 1919, nine months after his parents wedding. A daughter, Marie Elisabeth, was born on 1 November 1921. There would be no further children.

Heinrich Ludwig and his family were popular. They were accommodating to the former Grand Ducal Family, allowing them to remain in their palaces for life, with the intention of inheriting the lands after their deaths. Instead of using Schweriner Schloss or Schloss Ludwigslust as his residence, Heinrich Ludwig had built a grand palace between Bad Doberan and Rostock, having moved the country’s capital to Rostock. He named the palace Euphemiasburg, after his ancestress Euphemia of Sweden.

Mecklenburg flourished in the years between WWI and WWII, they had not been sanctioned as the rest of the former German Empire had been and despite the troubles brought on by the Great Depression, became a minor power in Europe and an important member of central Europe, enjoying close ties with her neighbours and Baltic friends, especially Denmark and Poland.

However, there were groups of people, including governments of foreign countries who were uncomfortable with the existence of the Kingdom of Mecklenburg and her powerful King. Mecklenburg was a constitutional monarchy and had been since 1916, but Heinrich Ludwig I owned half the country as his personal property, had considerable executive powers and used them frequently to intercede with government affairs as an executive monarch and de facto upper house of government.

There were also calls for Mecklenburg to reunite with Germany. This notion became more popular after the rise of the Nazi Party, which attracted a considerable following in Mecklenburg from the early 1930s.

On 1 June 1938, the German Ambassador to Mecklenburg sent word to the King that Germany was mobilising its troops and that Mecklenburg would be occupied by morning on 2 June. The King had his children evacuate to Denmark where the former Grand Duke’s sister was Queen Consort. The former Grand Duke’s eldest daughter, Duchess Thyra of Mecklenburg-Schwerin, joined her second cousins in Denmark as she and Paul Friedrich were courting and did not want to be parted.

King Heinrich Ludwig I decided to remain in Mecklenburg to dissuade his cousin the former Grand Duke and his cousins’ sons from seeking the throne of Mecklenburg, or from being used as a puppet by Nazi Germany.

The Kingdom would be occupied by Nazi Germany for nearly seven years. The King and Queen were moved from Euphemiasburg to Schweriner Schloss and lived with the former Grand Duke and Duchess during the occupation. The King’s Government was able to function normally until 1940 when Mecklenburg was officially annexed by Nazi Germany. The country’s capital was moved back to Schwerin in 1940 where it remains to this day.

The former Grand Duke’s eldest son had joined the SS in 1931, and would be among those occupying Denmark from 1940 and disowned in 1943. The former Grand Duke’s second son and youngest daughter remained in Mecklenburg for the duration of the war.

When Great Britain declared war on Germany on 1 September 1939, Paul Friedrich, his sister Marie Elisabeth and Duchess Thyra fled to London as they feared that continental Europe was no longer safe. They remained in England for the rest of the war.

Paul Friedrich and Thyra were married at Windsor Castle on 2 October 1939. King George VI, Queen Elizabeth, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret were among the guests.

Crown Princess Thyra would give birth to three daughters, also at Windsor Castle, Heinrike Franziska, on 4 June 1940, Elisabeth Mathilde, on 23 January 1942 and Marie Anastasia, on 12 October 1944.

King Heinrich Ludwig and Queen Karola learnt of their ever growing family through weekly BBC broadcasts given by their only son. King Heinrich Ludwig, faced with the possibility that he and his wife would not survive the German occupation, issued a royal decree changing the laws of succession to allow women to inherit the throne by male-preference primogeniture. In addition to this, he granted his children and grandchildren nominal dukedoms in the same way Sweden granted royal dukedoms.

From 1940 to 1945, the line of succession was:

Crown Prince Paul Friedrich, Duke of Rostock, son of King Heinrich Ludwig I

Princess Heinrike Franziska, Duchess of Ratzeburg, first daughter of the Crown Prince

Princess Elisabeth Mathilde, Duchess of Güstrow, second daughter of the Crown Prince

Princess Marie Anastasia, Duchess of Grevesmühlen, third daughter of the Crown Prince

Princess Marie Elisabeth, Duchess of Parchim, daughter of King Heinrich Ludwig I

The strong bond formed between the House of Mecklenburg and the House of Windsor during the War, and the Blitz especially, continues to this day.

After the defeat and surrender of the German forces in early May 1945, Crown Prince Paul Friedrich, Crown Princess Thyra and their children, and Princess Marie Elisabeth returned to Mecklenburg in late May, only days before Heinrike Franziska’s fifth birthday.

The King and Queen were overjoyed to see their children again and meet their grandchildren for the first time. The House of Mecklenburg had survived the war relatively unscathed.

Mecklenburg, however, did not. When the Red Army advanced through central Europe, Mecklenburg grew nervous, worried that they would be left behind by the Allies. However, some of their Baltic ports were deemed important enough to the UK, USA, and France to stand up to Russia and approximately 40% of Mecklenburg was lost to the Soviets in 1945 and the Kingdom would remain split in two until 1990.

The former Grand Duke, Friedrich Franz IV died on 17 November 1945. Heinrich Ludwig and Karola took possession of Schweriner Schloss as their pre-occupation home Euphemiasburg was now only miles from the Eastern German border. The former Grand Duchess took up residence at Schloss Ludwigslust, where she would remain until her death in 1963. She lived to see her son-in-law ascend the throne and for her eldest daughter to become Queen Consort.

Crown Prince Paul Friedrich and Crown Princess Thyra would have several more children.

Another daughter, Cecilie Auguste, Duchess of Ludwigslust, was born on 23 September 1947.

A son, Wilhelm Franz, Duke of Schwerin, was born on 17 July 1949, and was now second in line to inherit the throne after his father.

A fifth daughter, Alexandrine Luise, Duchess of Waren, was born on 18 March 1951.

A second son, Albrecht Gustav, Duke of Bad Doberan, was born on 7 October 1953.

In 1949, the King and Queen’s only daughter, Marie Elisabeth married Prince Gorm of Denmark, a grandson of Christian IX of Denmark, and they would have two children Harald, in 1953 and Feodora in 1955.

The first King of Mecklenburg died on 18 November 1954. His son ascended the throne as Paul Friedrich II of Mecklenburg with Thyra as his Queen Consort.

The new King and Queen would have one final child, Ingrid Sophie, Duchess of Teterow, born on 9 June 1955.

The new King and Queen were coronated at Schwerin Cathedral in 1956.

In 1956, the line of succession was:

Crown Prince Wilhelm Franz, Duke of Schwerin, first son of King Paul Friedrich II

Prince Albrecht Gustav, Duke of Bad Doberan, second son of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Heinrike Franziska, Duchess of Ratzeburg, first daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Elisabeth Mathilde, Duchess of Güstrow, second daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Marie Anastasia, Duchess of Grevesmühlen, third daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Cecilie Auguste, Duchess of Ludwigslust, fourth daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Alexandrine Luise, Duchess of Waren, fifth daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Ingrid Sophie, Duchess of Teterow, sixth daughter of King Paul Friedrich II

Princess Marie Elisabeth, Duchess of Parchim, daughter of late King Heinrich Ludwig I

Prince Harald of Denmark, son of Princess Marie Elisabeth

Princess Feodora of Denmark, daughter of Princess Marie Elisabeth

The line of succession was well secured, and the royal family’s standing within Mecklenburg would be credited with maintaining the stability of the small Kingdom.

The King and Queen enjoyed enormous popularity and a very happy home life. According to the rules of succession, their children were only allowed to marry people from royal or noble families and from the early 1970s, their daughters began marrying foreign born princes and having children of their own.

Queen Karola outlived her husband by several years and was able to see several of her great-grandchildren born before she died in 1980, aged 83.

Unknown to the family at the time, but 1980 was the beginning of several years of loss and difficulty for the family.

Queen Thyra died suddenly on 27 September 1981 following a severe heart attack. The country, still reeling from the death of their beloved Karola, was plunged into mourning once more. King Paul Friedrich II was beside himself with grief and the trouble concerning his youngest son wasn’t doing his health any favours.

In 1981, the Crown Prince, now 32 years old, was still unmarried and his younger brother, Albrecht Gustav, had set his sights on Veronica Doncaster, an American born commoner with Mecklenburgish ancestry. The King disapproved and refused to declare such a marriage dynastic or relax the rules regarding the line of succession. If Albrecht Gustav and Veronica were to marry, the Prince would lose his place in the line of succession for himself and his descendants, and any children would not be able to inherit the many titles used by the Royal House of Mecklenburg.

King Paul Friedrich II of Mecklenburg died 12 January 1982, outliving his wife by only a few months.

His eldest son ascended the throne as King Wilhelm Franz I of Mecklenburg. Albrecht Gustav was now his brother’s heir presumptive.

Wilhelm Franz did not have any problem with members of his family marrying commoners and changed the rules of succession and the house rules to allow unequal marriages. Albrecht Gustav and Veronica were married at Schwerin Cathedral on 29 August 1982. Veronica became a Princess of Mecklenburg and Duchess of Bad Doberan. The public, who had been supportive of their prince marrying a commoner, were thrilled and hundreds of thousands of people lined the streets of Schwerin to celebrate the wedding.

Albrecht Gustav and Veronica became parents on 27 May 1983, when a son, Paul Ludwig was born. They would have another child, Marie Leopoldine, born 3 February 1985, before moving to Canada in August 1985 to serve as Mecklenburg’s Ambassador to Canada. A further two children would be born while living in Canada, Christian Franz, born 7 March 1987 and Marie Josefine, born 27 January 1989.

In 1981, at the wedding of his cousin Prince Harald of Denmark to Duchess Helene of Oldenburg, King Wilhelm Franz I met the bride’s cousin, Princess Eleonora of Leiningen. Eleonora, born 12 May 1961, was almost thirteen years younger than the King, but they began a relationship in late 1981 and became engaged in 1984. When the couple were married in October 1985, the small Kingdom hosted a celebration like none they had seen in decades.

The new Queen settled into her role, supporting her husband and charitable causes in the years leading up to the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The King and Queen welcomed their first child, Karolina Augusta, Duchess of Elde, on 15 September 1988. From the young princess’s birth there was rumblings of changing the laws of succession to allow the eldest child to inherit regardless of gender.

On 15 September 1989, Karolina Augusta’s first birthday, the King granted his daughter the title Duchess of Rostock (a title previously held by her grandfather, King Paul Friedrich II) and announced his intention to change the laws of succession from 1 January 1990 among his descendants to absolute primogeniture and thus his daughter would become Crown Princess and the heiress apparent.

So, on 1 January 1990, King Wilhelm Franz I issued a royal decree changing the laws of succession and his daughter became the Crown Princess of Mecklenburg and the first heiress apparent in the country’s almost 900 year history.

Following the fall of the Soviet Union, the former lands of Mecklenburg were reunited and a referendum held on 14 October 1990 led to the incorporation of the lands of Vorpommern, almost doubling the size of the Kingdom of Mecklenburg. On 15 October, King Wilhelm Franz I announced that to honour Vorpommern he had changed his eldest daughter’s surname from von und zu Mecklenburg to von und zu Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. Karolina Augusta was now the head and founder of the House of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, designated as a branch of the House of Mecklenburg.

From late 1990, the King and Queen started the long and arduous task of rebuilding their nation and welcoming their new subjects into a thoroughly western nation after decades of Soviet rule.

During an annual ski holiday to Switzerland, the King died following a skiing accident on 20 January 1992. Wilhelm Franz was only forty-two years old and had reigned for just over ten years.

His only child ascended the throne as Queen Karolina Augusta I of Mecklenburg. She was three and a half years old.

Queen Eleonora, who was seven months pregnant, was declared regent on 21 January 1992 by the Council of the Royal House and Family of Mecklenburg. The late King’s younger brother, Albrecht Gustav, who had been serving as the Mecklenburgish Ambassador to Canada, attempted to have himself declared regent, but was unsuccessful. Albrecht Gustav became resentful and refused to return to Mecklenburg once his term as Ambassador to Canada finished in 1993.

Queen Eleonora, now aged thirty-one, gave birth to a son, Klaus Wilhelm, Duke of Havel, on 12 March 1992.

The regency would last over fourteen years, until Karolina Augusta turned eighteen on 15 September 2006.

The rules regarding the line of succession where changed further in late 2006, to overturn the rule only allowing Protestants. This allowed the Catholic children of Princess Feodora into the line of succession.

The line of succession was now:

Prince Klaus Wilhelm, Duke of Havel

Prince Albrecht Gustav, Duke of Bad Doberan

Prince Paul Ludwig of Mecklenburg

Prince Christian Franz of Mecklenburg

Princess Marie Leopoldine of Mecklenburg

Princess Marie Josefine of Mecklenburg

Princess Heinrike Franziska, Duchess of Ratzeburg

Princess Elisabeth Mathilde, Duchess of Güstrow

Prince Ludwig of Hohenlohe-Langenburg

Princess Juliana of Hohenlohe-Langenburg

Princess Lucinda of Hohenlohe-Langenburg

Prince Konstantin of Hohenlohe-Langenburg

Princess Marie Anastasia, Duchess of Grevesmühlen

Prince Karl Viktor of Hesse-Kassel

Prince Otto of Hesse-Kassel

Prince Ernst Albert of Hesse-Kassel

Prince Nikolaus Emmanuel of Hesse-Kassel

Princess Cecilie Auguste, Duchess of Ludwigslust

Prince Friedrich Magnus of Schwarzburg

Princess Anne Therese of Schwarzburg

Princess Alexandrine Luise, Duchess of Waren

Princess Ingeborg of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg

Princess Sigrid of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg

Princess Ingrid Sophie, Duchess of Teterow

Princess Marie Elisabeth, Duchess of Parchim

Prince Harald of Denmark

Prince Oskar of Denmark

Prince Axel of Denmark

Princess Louisa of Denmark

Princess Feodora of Liechtenstein

Prince Adam Karl of Liechtenstein

Prince Peter Gregor of Liechtenstein

Princess Bernadette Sophia of Liechtenstein

Princess Johanna Eleonore of Liechtenstein

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luka-ali · 2 years

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Strong Love (Kurokawa Izana x Reader)

Fantasy Au

Angst with happy ending

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"My queen, is there something bothering you?" He always called her that when they were alone. The word sometimes made her heart throb in happiness, other times it made her cry because she believed that she wasn't worthy enough to be called that. Irony indeed, where a mere word can cause a great rift in one's heart. She was just a commoner, a believer in fate, and someone who the King fancied.

"No, your highness, it is nothing to be concerned about," She replied as she flashed him a closed-eye smile.

"You don't have to call me that when we are by ourselves," He said, the king was a beautiful man, his long white hair that fall on his face naturally enhancing his beauty. His purple eyes resembled rare gemstones which makes any living being stop their tracks only to have another look at them.

"I shall be mindful of that," She replied as she held his hand and leaned her frame to him as he wrapped his hands around her pulling her close to him.

The empire of Tenjiku, the most powerful region of the continent. They were well-known for their refined army and brutal training. The king of the empire, Kurokawa Izana had kept the legacy of the empire alive. After the death of his parents and his beloved brother of another kingdom, he sought to become someone of great value and would strive to make the world a better place.

He and his loyal disciples were seated at a round table, discussing the agenda of the month. These sessions were usually of great value, the members of the board along with the king never were to miss this meeting under any circumstances.

"Your highness, Valhalla and Toman have merged, "Kakucho, the most loyal knight of the king spoke. Toman was a rival nation to Tenjiku, the sole reason why none of them declare war is because of the respect they pose for Sano Shinichiro, the king of Black Dragon.

Alas, that treaty had become history when Kisaki Tetta, the dark mage of the evil cult "Hanmas" had poisoned king Shinichiro and spread the rumor that Toman's ruler Manjirou had assassinated him for power.

Safe to say that both nations were on bad terms when Black Dragon became a subsidiary to Tenjiku, as per King Shinichiro's will.

"Toman is getting bigger, they are threatening our borders, we must do something or they might declare war," Ran Haitani, the older lord of the Noble Haitani family who had been serving under the Kurokawa family as their advisers spoke.

"What can we even do in this situation?" Shion, the acting ruler of Black Dragons questioned. He was known as the most trusted mate to the Izana after Kakucho.

"We are surrounded by allies, they won't side with Toman, "Mochi, the leader of the special arms unit gave his input.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, we need something concrete," King Izana made a valid point.

"What about the Akashi family? They seem to be planning something" Mucho, a spy under Tenjiiku. His main purpose was to get information about Toman and their allies and report them to Izana.

"I am good friends with the 2nd prince, Haruchiyo, he has promised to stay neutral." Lord Rindou said. Lord Rindou and 2nd Prince Haruchiyo, met on several occasions. They had been planning an assassination of the 1st prince Takeomi and 1st princess Senju, in order for Haruchiyo to become the Lord of the Akashi family and expand the Haitani territory.

"Yea, good friends," Shion mocked, only to receive a threatening glare from the older Haitani. Legally, Shion held more power than the Haitanis but somehow was submissive to them.

"It has come to my notice that the nation of Moebius had cut ties with Toman and has become a free nation," Kakucho said. Moebius's King 'Osanai' was working with the Hanmas, Manjirou suspected that Mobius was responsible for Shinichiro's death but he didn't have any evidence so he broke ties with Osanai instead of war.

"In order to guarantee our complete authority over Moebius, We have to ask for their 1st Princess's hand, An arranged marriage between the house of Kurokawa and Moebius". (Just imagine Osanai having a sister or something).

"No, I have (Y/N), I do not need another woman in my life," King Izana blurt out without any hesitation leaving no room for argument.

"That's all for today, Dismiss," The king announced. The moment Izana gave his word, the members of the board bowed down in respect and went to attend their respective agenda, except for one.

"Shion? was there something you needed to address to me personally?" Izana asked, Unknowing to him and Shion that another presence was listening to their conversation, unintentionally.

"Please reconsider, your highness, power is what the kingdom needs right now, agree to the marriage with the Moebius nation," Shion said as he looked deep into the eyes of Izana. Izana was a great ruler but he isn't going to be young forever.

"You can have lady (Y/n) as your mistress, she is a smart woman, she knows the kingdom's dynamics. Surely, she will come to terms with it," Shion continued, knowing that the king has her in his mind. He had always thought that it was a pity that (Y/n) wasn't born to a lord. Otherwise, she would be a great queen.

"Alright, I'll think about it,"Izana said as he sighed. Shion though more about the empire and Izana was thankful for that. He wasn't going to agree to the marriage but he had to do some thinking. In order for the empire to continue, he needed a heir.

'Figures,' She thought to herself dishearten, as she made her way back to the King's room. On her way back she heard a few maids gossiping among themselves. Sad to say, they held a higher status when compared to her.

'That commoner? I wonder what the king saw in her.'

'Maybe she is a spy for Toman.'

'What a Harlot. She seduced the King.'

'The King would be better off with someone else.'

Rumors formed a dark cloud around her. She knew that she was not the one to be by the king's side. All these years she had been surrounded by riches and fortune. The king had spoiled her rotten. She was possessive of the King, she loved him with all her heart. Perhaps, she was being greedy. What is she? The King's lover? A commoner? and...? Who?

She decided that she would leave, she wrote a letter before walking away from the place that she never belonged to.

My Love,

If you find this letter, it means that I no longer wish to be found. I have come to realize that; all these years I had been deluding myself into thinking that I am someone of great importance because I am loved by the king. I kept on believing that what the king and I have will be eternal. I must thank you for everything you have done for me.

I have come to know how beautiful and giving love is because of you. I am truly blessed. I wish happiness and good fortune for you and your queen. My King is an honorable man, the best ruler of the continent. Someone like you should deserve the best and I do not believe that I am the one to hold the spot.

Do you remember the time when we first met? It was raining that day too. I still feel embarrassed that I spoke to you with malice when you jumped in my garden. I was ignorant of the fact that you were the king. You laughed at my outburst and spoke to me like a friend. You told me about how you dreamed to make the nation a better place with such passion. I hope that you still have the same determination as before.

For I will go on a journey to find out who I was before I was blinded by greed. Before I lived in luxury before I was blessed by your love.

I am no royalty, I am not worthy of staying by your side as your significant other. Perhaps, this is god's will. Please respect my wishes. I do not think I will be able to live with the fact that your highness will be a laughing stock because of my presence. Take care of yourself.

(Y/N)(L/N)

"Kakucho!! Find (Y/n) and bring her here this instant," A worried King called for his most loyal knight. He crumbled the letter in anger.

"Yes, your highness," Kakucho replied as he summoned Mochi to assemble couple of search parties for Izana's most prized possession.

'SHIT!! How can I be so stupid,' Izana thought as he strolled the corridor, snapping at anyone who approaches him. He mentally cursed his stupidity. He knew that she was aware about the possible interview, he saw her silhouette when he was speaking to Shion. Yet, he did nothing to ease her worries. He didn't care about Moebius or Toman. The only thing he doesn't want to let go is her.

After sending a dozen of search parties, his lover was yet to be found. Izana thought for a while, any clue that would help reunite his lover to him. Think! Think!. 'The river near the west forest'. It was a place she would often go to ease her mind. She would always visit the place at least twice a month. That's the only clue he got.

He took the nearest horse and rode towards the river. After a few minutes, he found someone, it was no doubt her, any beauty in the world cannot surpass hers.

"I knew I would find you here," A smooth voice said. She knew that voice all too well. The king was standing right in front of her. How he knew her more than she did herself.

"Your Highness," She called as she lowered her head in respect. Holding her gown tight and biting down her lower lip to avoid bursting down in tears.

"I believe I told you not to call me that," Izana said as he took another step towards her to close the distance. With every step he took towards her, she took one backwards. Eventually leading to him caging her to the nearest tree.

"You mustn't be here. It's rude to the future Queen of the empire." She said, trying to find an escape route, to have a tough exterior only to gently pick up what's left of her in loneliness.

"The only Queen I want to keep by my side is you," He said as he placed his forehead on hers, holding her close. Again, just a few words and he already made his way inside her heart.

"I cannot be your mistress, I will not. You can call me selfish but I cannot bear to see the man I love in the arms of another," She cried out, placing her hands in front of her face in an attempt to cover her teary face.

"I promise you. It will never happen. I agree that traditions are important and in order to continue the legacy of our kingdom. Don't forget, this is my kingdom, I am free to do what I want. The only thing I want is you," He spoke out his deepest thoughts leaving no room for doubt. Still, there was a dark cloud lurking around her telling her that this is wrong and the king will never be happy with her.

"My love, my heart only beats for you," He said as he held both his hands in hers pulling her closer, with their chests barely touching. All her previous determination of running away to find herself vanished in thin air.

"Will you marry me?" He continues. The four words he said with a slight blush on his face was just enough to make her heart skip a beat. She realized that she was the best version of herself when she was with him and it was the same for him.

"Yes" She replied as he leaned down to capture her lips with his own.

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dmclemblems · 2 years

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I just really love these because they show how hard Dimitri works to maintain good relationships with any other land, both in and out of Fodlan. He’s the busiest person in the game by far, to the point where the game consistently reminds us he not only doesn’t get enough sleep, but he tries to work during times he should be resting.

Not only did Dimitri learn how to write in Duscur’s language to keep their relations positive and keep them updated on things, but he frequently travels to Duscur in person. He doesn’t send an envoy or a messenger. He goes in person because he wants them to understand how serious he is about everything.

When the Alliance starts working with the Kingdom, Dimitri is suspicious that they may not stay allied when their current goal is done, yet he stays up all night incorporating them into the army. He doesn’t have someone else do the work for him even though realistically he could - he could easily just have someone else get the Alliance situated. Instead he personally mingles with these soldiers and is presumably getting them set up for their stay.

Dimitri is very protective and caring over his own people, but he acts equally as kind and generous to people who aren’t from the Kingdom. There’s technically no reason for him to personally do any of these things either - he could be focusing on other war efforts. Instead he seems to feel like it’s better to be involved with these things in person and not delegate them to someone else.

I feel like it goes a long way just how much he does things himself and how hard he works to make sure anyone, whether they’re from Faerghus or not, feel just as valued as anyone else. He cares about foreign relations as much as Lambert did and he maybe could have even been inspired by Lambert physically going into towns in Faerghus, or choosing to personally take trips to foreign locations jus to be there in person.

Dimitri just wants everyone to be accepted and wants people to be equal. He doesn’t mind where anyone is from. People are people to him and he just wants to make sure they’re all treated as such. He doesn’t just stay near his personal circle of friends as a king, but puts himself among any group of people and even visits the commoners’ towns.

It’s sad how much he overworks himself, but it’s also really endearing just how much effort he puts into being approachable and helpful to anyone and not just people in his immediate circle or just from his own home.

#Three Hopes #Three Hopes Spoilers #Dimitri #idk man lambert must've rly been something to raise a boi like this #hot lion dad out here helping the lands beyond even when he's gone through his bby boi

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you can’t spell ‘wardrobe’ without ‘war’

Even after Lucy goes through the wardrobe, even after all four of the children have entered Narnia and are in the midst of talking beasts and tree-people and dwarves, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is still a wartime novel and the 2005 film adaptation is still a 1940s period drama and war story set during World War II. But unlike other war stories it is a message of hope about surviving and ultimately coming out on the other side of wartime. C.S. Lewis first wrote the book during the late 1940s and it was published in 1950 when the war was still fresh on everyone’s minds, particularly in the United Kingdom. The people of Britain’s urban areas were painfully familiar with the circumstances which led to the Pevensie siblings being sent to Professor Kirke’s country home, because children were shipped out of the cities of Britain by the thousands to protect them from the dangers of constant aerial bombardment from the German Luftwaffe.

I have been watching documentaries about World War II recently and one thing that I have noticed was that the middle of the Blitz truly was Britain’s Darkest Hour, there was no guarantee that the armed forces of the UK would hold out against the Nazis. Until Hitler decided to turn his full attention to the Soviet Union there was a very real threat that the Germans would cross the channel and invade, conquer, and straight-up flatten the British Isles the way they had the rest of Europe.

So we have a story about four children being sent into the country during the Blitz, and they escape to an enchanted land through a wardrobe. But the other side of the wardrobe is no paradise, in fact it is under the rule of a personification of Satan a wicked Witch who has the land trapped in eternal winter. At least in the 2005 film, the odds are stacked against the rebellion against the White Witch since the Witch commands armies of thousands, and she has a well-fortified castle, a blood claim on Edmund for his betrayal, and magic powers that can even control the forces of nature unless Aslan is there to resist her. There is no certainty that Lucy, Edmund, Peter, and Susan will succeed in saving Narnia, much less survive a war against the White Witch. And the four children are supposed to fulfil a prophecy about restoring peace to Narnia and rule as its monarchs in place of the Witch. If they fail, the White Witch gets to persecute and oppress the Narnians forever. No pressure.

There’s this great line in the movie where Susan says “Mum sent us away to keep us away from one war”, right after she and her siblings are asked to fight another one for Narnia. They’re not getting a break.

In spite of being mere children, however, the Pevensies and the Narnians overthrow the Witch and defeat her forces. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy spend another fifteen years of Narnian time in the wardrobe ruling over a prosperous kingdom of their own. You can think of it as a fantasy retelling of the Allies invading Europe and throwing down the Nazi regimes. Except in Narnia, however, this victory comes about without the moral corruption or compromises that war in the real world entails. Instead of the real-world tensions of the Cold War muddying the Allied victory, there is a message in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe that during wartime human goodness and decency can prevail, hope, wonder and childlike faith can survive, and that, after an age of darkness and fear, evil can be vanquished and society can be rebuilt better than ever.

This being a children’s book published in 1950, many of the younger readers who come across the novel in years to come will have been born after the war. These are events they have only heard about from parents and older siblings. To his older readers who lived through the Blitz and the other privations of the war Lewis is saying, “Look, we did it! And we CAN survive another age of uncertainty if we stick to our values.”

In The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, of course, the four young heroes triumph with and because their cause to liberate Narnia from the Witch is the cause of Aslan. Everything ultimately depended on Aslan.

C.S. Lewis writing the story after the war implies that The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is re-telling the true story of how Britain as a nation survived its trial by fire. The message: we survived because we stood up to the evil powers of this world and took them out. Surviving the Blitz (not surrendering in spite of a heinous military bombardment and a high risk of land invasion) in itself was an act of resistance. “Keep Calm and Carry On” indeed. Invading Europe was an objection to the totalitarian ideology of Hitler and an affirmation that people should have the right to choose what to believe and how to live. We won because we are morally in the right and because God--Jesus, Aslan, call Him what you will--was on our side.

Hitler and the Nazis had rejected Christianity and replaced it in Germany with the cult of the State and the Fuher. Nazi Germany’s ally Japan was still largely rooted in its traditional Shinto religion (pagan) and had also been overrun by a toxic nationalist cult. The Allies’ victory over the Axis was the triumph of a Western Civilization still rooted in Judeo-Christian values. The rivalry with the Soviet Union during the Cold War would also be seen by many as a clash between Christianity/Christian values with the cult of Socialist doctrine and the Soviet state.

You can loosely interpret the following six books of the Chronicles of Narnia as C.S. Lewis teaching his young readers that not only did they need Jesus in their personal lives, but that larger society needed to stay rooted in Christianity/Christian values in order to survive and we are witnessing the consequences of what happens when a society decides that the basic truths of not just religion but moral Truth don’t matter anymore. With Christ, all things are possible. Having an active hope in Christ and His teachings is what enables the individual to conquer the wicked tyrants of sin. Most importantly, because of Jesus Christ we can have hope even in the midst of the worst chaos and destruction both literal and figurative. We can conquer personal fear and find personal peace. Because of Christ we have the ultimate victory. (I haven’t read Lewis’ nonfiction works on Christianity so I don’t know if that is his actual belief, so those last few statement are from my own personal experience. If you are a Lewis scholar who knows more on the subject hmu.)

Who wants me to apply for grad school and make this my thesis?

#narnia #my meta #Christianity #Jesus Christ #Aslan #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the pevensies #narnia meta #C.S. Lewis #Faith and Religion #World War II

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U played 3hopes yet...? SPOILERS IF U HAVNT. Geez the BEs really dont have a good day on AG huh. They seem utterly miserable when recruited except for maybe petra but well the lady has to move on for brigid. As compared to recruiting BLs to SB, recruitment on AG really is only about survival? Ashe and Mercedes are miserable on SB but at least they have Lonato & Jeritza. Dorothea has 0 supports with BLs. Bernie stays in her room. Linhardt is sick and tired. Does the kingdom even care abt Brigid?

I played SB but not AG, though I did hear a few things from it (I'm not looking for spoilers but I don't mind them either).

Yeah, the BE really only join for survival in AG from what I've seen, while recruitments in SB are always about playing on heartstrings a little. I think that's because, weirdly enough, not being at Garreg Mach for a full year has allowed Edelgard to grow closer to her friends because she didn't have to lie to them, distance herself from them and betray them after a full year of companionship, while the BL, as you would expect, are not very close because they've barely spent any time together (aside from the Faerghus Four and Dedue). The BL also had no reason to work together more than your average King and Lords/Knights for two years while the BE were enlisted by Edelgard/their fathers to help prepare the upcoming war, therefore allowing them to grow closer as friends, like they would have at Garreg Mach (more or less), but without the betrayal at the end.

So when you get into the war, the only reason the BL fight are out of loyalty to their King/country while the BE, on the other hand, having been aware of what would happen from the start and being allowed by Edelgard to back out of it whenever they wanted, go into this conflict with firm beliefs and convictions (that Edelgard's reforms are necessary, that she's the only kind of ruler that will try to understand them and their needs and take care of them, etc). To recruit a BL, you just need to give them something they value more than their loyalty to distant, barely-talked-to-them-twice Dimitri, and for Ashe and Mercedes it's not too hard to find that ; if you want to recruit a BE, however, you'll be hard pressed to find anyone or anything in the Kingdom or Dimitri's beliefs that they relate to more than Edelgard's views and dreams for Fodlan, so the only way to get them to leave the Imperial Army is to tell them "either you join me and live or you die". And the Empire and Edelgard have never been nearly as obsessed with loyalty and nationalism as the Kingdom, so of course the BE value their lives more than the "honour" of dying for their ruler.

On top of that, Edelgard is a ruler who values individuals, their specific qualities and dreams, even if she's not particularly close to them (re : Lord Lonato and her being bothered at his death in Houses even though he wasn't a lord of the Empire) and who will never kill anyone or want them dead if she doesn't absolutely has to (not even Rhea) ; Dimitri, on the other hand, despite believing that his officers and friends deserve to live and disliking injustice... well, really doesn't mind killing people even if there are other options available (purging the western nobles instead of putting them on trial and in jail) and has a bit of a tendency to detach himself from what happens to his allies if they're not people he personally cares about (re : Lord Lonato in Houses and how Dimitri didn't try to empathise with him, even though he was a lord of the Kingdom). So when a BL joins the Empire, sure, they're bummed out about being a traitor and having to fight their friends, but at least they're welcome with open arms by a ruler who sees them as more than simple pawns, someone who tries to empathise with them and will want to bring them in the inner circle and listen to their opinions, while when a BE joins the Kingdom's army, they're feeling bad about fighting their friends, about fighting against the ideals they want to defend, and they are faced with a ruler who sees them as assets to use in his army, but whose ideas he won't ask for and that he won't mourn if they are killed.

So yeah, that's a bit of a bummer for the BE. I don't know how things are in GW when you recruit the BE, but Claude is more similar to Edelgard, in his beliefs and the way he interacts with his officers, than Dimitri, so I expect the BE have an easier time adjusting to being in the Alliance than the Kingdom.

(On Brigid specifically, Dimitri doesn't seem to have any interest in it one way or another and would probably be easy to convince to give them their independance, but still, Edelgard gave Petra her blessing to surrender and has already promised that Brigid would be an equal to the Empire/Fodlan, so while Petra has to push through for her homeland, there's no doubt she's aware that things would be smoother/easier if she had to deal with Edelgard instead of Dimitri, if only because Brigid has only ever been the Empire's vassal state, never the Kingdom, so Edelgard is bound to know more about it than Dimitri)

#fire emblem three hopes #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blayddid #black eagles #blue lions #analysis

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What are your thoughts on SB? You made an effort to address AG & GW.

oh boy, sorry i forgot a bit about this. i think its cause SB is very... sticky for me. I've never been able to take to the BE's as characters compared to the other houses, and well AG and GW would only really need some adjustments to bring out what could clearly shine there [GW much more so in terms of adjustments then AG mind], im almost convinced that youd need to rebuild SB from the ground up for it to be... interesting really.

but no time like the present so diving head first into this:

1.start off by establishing what i would hope would be the overarching 'theme' of SB, that edelgard even when divorced of the agarthans makes strong headed and foolish decisions based on their short term gain instead of considering their long term ramifications. ch3 would provide the taster of that so to speak through a more clearly antagonistic depiction of her relation/alliance to counts hevring and bergleiz [that is, play to the fact more that hevring and bergleiz are just as self serving in their own ways as count aegir is despite aegir being used as the scapegoat]

2.ch4 being the invasion of garreg mach makes sense to me, id move things around however so that your handling the alliance first dealing with myrddian before entering the alliance. the ch6 map in the alliance territory however would also be where claude pulls his 'big gamble' from GW as it were [aka having gloucester and ordelia feign defeat at myrddian only to close the gap behind the imperial army so to speak] forcing the player to live through the engagement itself, only getting the opportunity to retreat cause claude has to go deal with the almyrans. its an unmitigated disaster for the imperial army and it weakens her support back home, so now edelgard needs a solid win elsewhere leaving bergleiz behind to garrison incase the alliance attacks

3.ch7, edelgard leads an assault on arianrhod and takes it, things finally lookin like they're gonna turn around for the emperor. this is when 'unmitigated imperial disaster 2' strikes and the agarthans bomb the fuck out of arianrhod with the spears of light well the imperial army is there and the kingdom isn't. edelgard plays damage control, blames it on the church [even though she knows they had nothing to do with it] and privately wonders if the kingdoms allied with the agarthans in her paranoia and growing frustration over being made the fool on every war front. either way people in the empire aren't exactly happy about large chunks of the imperial army getting obliterated so edelgards at a crossroad.

4.this is when ch8 opens up with the central church taking a stab at an assassination attempt on edelgard directly, citizens of enbarr themselves who had lost sons and daughters in the disasters at the alliance and kingdom respectively, directly assisting the knights with the action through sequestering them and helping to provide access. then as the attempts happening the agarthans make a stab at an attempt themselves adding to the confusion. edelgard manages to beat both group of attackers off and now angry and thoroughly out of patience she decides to take drastic actions over chs 9 and 10.

5.firstly she brutally suppresses internal dissent in a sledgehammer kinda manner, tight curfews, mass arrests, executions of notable dissenters such as the citizens who aided the assassination attempt, vast increase in power centralization. effectively shes recreating the conditions that led to the insurrection of seven in the first place. and shes doing so in order to mobilize as many people as she possibly can to the front lines, willing or not, so she can begin putting pressure on the north and south fronts letting bergleiz run roughshod on the alliance and appointing hevring to deal with the north. ch9 is thus dealing out those brutal repressions yourself when duke gerth in particular begins voicing very vocal opposition. ch10 then is what edelgard considers the more important part of her plan; she begins moving the southern church to garreg mach in the hopes of drawing rhea there well also laying bait to draw the agarthans there as well, her hope being that she can take them both out at the same time which will let her focus on the alliance and kingdom. said battle ends up taking place in the red canyon, thales and rheas pointed comments to each other on the places significance going completely over edelgards head, and rhea and thales knock each other off a cliff much complete dissatisfaction on the matter cause she wanted to take em both out herself.

6.ch11 and edelgard returns to the empire unhappy but ready to move forward on taking out the alliance and kingdom, when ever vexingly duke aegir remerges form hiding and announces his own rebellion taking fort merceus as his base of operations. neither hevring or bergleiz are moving on the matter, citing being too busy with their own fronts officially but privately waiting for which way the wind will blow. edelgard in a storm marches her forces down to merceus and ferdinand has to kill his dad in an effort to placate edelgard. it only partly works and edelgard has aegirs lands annexed into hresvelg territory. that distraction out of the way, they can focus their efforts on the alliance now but as if to cockblock edelgard claude aprubtly proposes a ceasefire.

7.claude, sick of juggling the almyrans and the ever encroaching bergleiz forces makes offer of an alliance with the empire to take down the kingdom and end the war sooner. edelgard brashly accepts despite suspicion and doubt on her allies parts reasoning that 'whatever claude might be planning can be easily brushed off'. this will prove to be a mistake but ch12 leads into the battle with the premise of the kingdom and remaining church forces going against the alliance and empire in aliell as a 'backdoor' into the kingdom. of course as the battle progresses plans become apparent and claude turns on the imperial forces trying to catch them in a snare kingdom in front alliance behind. it doesnt quite work, in fact both dimitri and claude end up getting killed in the fighting, but the empires forces suffer yet another major defeat and are forced to retreat all the way back to their own territory.

8.the endgame now upon everyone, counts bergleiz and hevring both thoroughly annoyed with being constantly on the losing side and regarding edelgards increasingly tyrannical actions especially with fear for their own holdings, launch their own much more effective attempt then aegirs of a coup throwing the empire into a warring states like structure as everyones out for themselves. ch13 and 14 are thus about retreating to and holding enbarr and what hresvelg territory edelgard can as her imperial ambitions go up in smoke.

9.edelgard makes one final gamble and launches an attack on hevring and bergleizes main force intent on breaking them, the battle spilling over into gondor where ch15 takes place. it goes about as well as it can, edelgards able to beat them off but before she can land a killing blow, byleth appears all super saiyan god super saiyan form like and covers bergleizes and hevrings retreats both as a mercenary under contract to them and 'because they will play important parts in what future there is to come'. thus you fight super saiyan god super saiyan byleth for the final boss of SB, hence making byleth unrecruitable on SB meaning it only has the one ending, and their your fight with them ends in a draw both sides too exhausted to continue and thus retreating. the ending itself sees fodlan locked into a long struggle as all three nations fall into anarchy, faerghus and leicester because of the sudden deaths of their kings, and adrestia because of their being no clear winner in the civil war, all three nations eventually fading into the annals of history.

#fire emblem #three hopes #rewrite #SB critical i guess #edelgard critical #just to be safe as well i suppose

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(FaeCourt!Amata obviously)

"There are whispers of war on the horizon, my lord." It's not like her to address him with such formality, but such a grave situation likely called for it.

"You're no doubt aware of the conflict between the boy and the vampires, but the matter appears to be escalating faster than we anticipated. Choices must be made, and soon."

"...so it would seem. I continue to work towards de-escalating the situation, and yet conditions continue to collapse towards conflict. I have already made arrangements to take the child into protective, 'educational' custody, and made sure to inform Tepes of the situation as placatingly as possible... and yet they still refuse to play nice even as they agree with me, as I do this to prevent open war taking place before the marriage of his daughter and our Ally, Alexander."

The words of the Fae Lord were terse, weary, bitter, and rather disgusted, as if he were a jaded janitor speaking of yet another mess in a High School Bathroom instead of an impending multi-realm conflict between multiple kingdoms... yet his tone maintained an unmistakable air of gravitas and dread under it all, like a layer of permafrost chilling from underfoot.

"...Inform me of any further emergencies or discrepancies between current events and our predictive models. Additionally, Keep the Knights and Guards on Heightened Alert... and inform Miss Maribelle that we may need her services for a provisional member far sooner than expected, in regards to ethics and conflict management discussions; I can handle standard training for the child all too well, but if we are to maintain validity I may need an extra hand or second opinion in regards to the more... morally driven or dubious issues."

...another sigh, as the Fae sat on a throne of gnarled oak and timeless slate, a hand covering his face and propping his head in such a manner that only one eye - gleaming Azure in a rather chilling manner - as he spoke, grimly focused on something perhaps only she too could see looming in the not-so-distant-future.

"...there are too many factors to track things so easily, but you and I both know we cannot afford to let the bickering fools waste their power and armies against each other at this stage, so long as we can prevent it. We are going to need everything we can use if we are to stop Her when she decides to finally act - and that means preparing as much as we can as she bides her time."

#ic #hriob answers asks #the restored weaver of fate #godfrey industries #suntdracull #finncomet #the blackened dove #xxlordalexanderxx #thelittlestdemon #the emperor - fae court of the wanderer #halls of krakonos

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The envelope laid on my desk, it’s wax still unbroken but I knew of the message it contained. A chance for peace or an excuse for war. The neighboring kingdom had been trying to be allies for a while but I knew that all they were interested in were owning the gold mines that were in my land. The guards stationed near my door straightened to let someone in.

The metal boots announced his entry, I knew instinctively who it was. I have been in possession of this ability ever since that day in the throne room. His eyes spoke a language only known to me and now they were saying that he had missed my company. He had called me to the gardens last night but I refused. I was caught between want and bias.

“Are you to answer that letter?”, he went straight to business.

“No.”, I responded without having to look up from a treaty I was signing.

“May I approach you, your majesty?”, he asks, I see him for the first time since he arrived.

I contemplate and then instruct the guards to leave, unable to keep myself from him. They leave and it was only him and I.

“You may.”, I tell him and focus on the document in front of me but I felt his warm fingers trail over my extended arm, goosebumps emerge following his trail when he finally tilted my head to see him.

“You’re hiding something.”, he smiled but only I knew the devastating news I had to share.

“Why would I need to hide from you?”, I ask but instead he kisses my neck as he walked behind my seat.

“Why didn’t you come?”, he asks in turn, but I didn’t want honesty to break his heart.

“Obi wan.”, I try to evade the question but he comes into my view. He crouched to meet my gaze. His gaze, telling me he wasn’t one for games.

“I had affairs to discuss.”, I walk around the topic but he wasn’t willing the let go.

He held onto both arm rests, his face leaning towards mine as I sunk back into the cushions, caging me within his arms.

“Liar.”, he calls me out.

“The letter. Bad news?”, he looked into my eyes, unable to escape him, I nod head. He didn’t move, so I sighed.

“A proposal.”, I whisper and his eyes widen.

“For?”, his throat bobs and I look into his eyes.

“Marriage.”, I respond and he nodded. The silence cutting through me like a knife.

“Your response?”, he looked away. I place my hand on his cheek, turning his head till his eyes met mine again.

“I haven’t responded yet.”, the colour in his eyes flooded back in.

“It’s either wedding bells or a call for war, Obi wan.”, I sink my hands into his beard and the back of his neck.

“We’re not ready to take on any army yet.”, he said softly and I nod, knowing well where our kingdom stood. I pull him closer to place my forehead on his and he inhaled deeply.

“The people will suffer, if I send back that letter without an answer.”, I tell him and he moved away to sit on one of my arm rests.

“There is another way.”, he stroked his beard, looking out the window.

“What is it? Anything to prevent war.”, I plead and he turns to me.

“A duel for your hand.”, he suggests.

I pause, “I don’t want to marry him, Obi wan and we don’t have another knight as qualified as you are –

His gaze doesn’t leave mine as I figure it out, my eyes snap to his.

“No.”, I respond sharply.

“I won’t let you.”, I grab his arm.

“You cannot risk war.”, he leans in,

“What is one life? If it could save thousands.”, he kissed my forehead.

“Don’t ask me to sacrifice you.”, my eyes begin to brim with tears as I try to hold my composure.

“Let me do this. There is no other price I want to win but to be by your side. The mere thought of you, will keep me alive through the darkest night.”, he says.

This was the only option that could work in my favour, but if it didn’t, you would lose everything.

“I will come back to you, my love.”, he whispered and I etch every syllable of it in heart. I write the response to the letter, the quill quivers with my hesitance but he was waiting by my side patiently. Folding the letter I finally hand it to him and he takes it.

He turns to leave and I didn’t want to let him go. His hand begins to slip from mine but I pull him back.

“Promise me, you’ll come back in one piece.”, my lower lips trembles and he comes closer. His lips hover over mine.

“I promise darling, to be back to finish this kiss.”, he whispered and walked away. A promise and an escape combined together. I felt his fingers slip away, the door closes and my fears solidify.

His presence causes me to lose control, to hold him close as though my body were a dam and his warmth the key to opening the gates of my soul. So in the silence, as I say by my desk. I knew I had made a mistake. This duel cannot go on, the opponent was too mighty and I could not risk losing him after everything I had lost. So I trail after him, to send word that I had called for him.

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"The Masked Empire"

Info page!

Races, Classes, Factions, (Main)Locations,( the Drawn Map, Main Characters and the Prologue are coming soon!! )

Elf

Races:

Elves are a smart species, born from a natural alteration of some The Masked Empire's humans' dna throughout the centuries. They live way longer than humans and their distinctive traits are their pointy ears and blue hair. They live in large communities away from The Masked Rmpire and instead live in the confines of The Kingdom of Upper Ile. They are neutral towards the Emperor and his allies.

Orc

Orcs are a race of brute warriors They are big and muscular, with thick skin and verdigris colored hair. They are violent and savage, but they fight hard for their native lands. They are a race that likes to fight, and are merciless even against their own people if they are a threat to the Emperor.

Vampire

Vampires form a small community between normal humans. They have no official and / or common realigions they belive in. They're not very supersticious and their beliefs are very subjective from individual to individual but they belive firmly in the rule that forbids them to attack people of royal blood from The Masked Empire or other Kingdoms' royals.

Human

Humans are the most common race of the Empire, and they are also the most numerous. They are most often used as workers, soldiers, merchants, farmers, and slaves. Humans are also a deeply superstitious race, and many have strange customs or religious beliefs.

Classes:

Blacksmith

Blacksmiths are craftsmen who create and repair all different kinds of weapons. They also make armor, tools, and anything else that the people need. In the recent war with some powerful vampires from an unidentified enemy faction, the blacksmiths crafted new weapons for the Emperor's soldiers and special armors for the Clovers.

Lesen

Lesens are non-parametrical fighters. They are fast, agile, and can follow anyone's tracks. They observe the enemy's movements and find the easiest way to harass them. Lesens are unarmored, but wear clothes that hide their scents.

Priest

The Priests of the Masked Empire act as a liaison between the Emperor and his citizens They usually wear masks as well, except for during religious ceremonies. The Priests of the Masked Empire have access to powers that lay ordinary people can't. They can cast powerful spells that can heal the sick, lift the spirits of the downtrodden and protect their allies from harm.

They are also responsible of getting rid of the vampires that are sent to die after a death sentence ot anything of the sort.

Soilder

Soldiers are almost the most fearful and respected class of The Masked Empire. They are seen as the barrier before ultimate enemy ( Clovers ), and any who dare approach or speak against them will find themselves hunted and killed by the Emperor himself. They are of a large, muscular composition, they are also very fast.

Most of them are Orcs.

Theif

Thieves are infamous in the Empire. They are feared for their daring and cunning. Many thieves are master assassins, who lead double lives as master thieves during the day, working to obtain rare items. Thieves are masterful at using disguises, and will often go for long periods of time without ever being recognized.

Most of the theives are also deemed vampires though this is not always true as it is a rumor that humans have believed in for a very long time but it's really just a stereotype.

Melicer

Melicers are the primary force of an army. They are skilled in using melee weapons, such as swords, axes, and maces. Malicers are also trained to use bows and crossbows.

Clover

Clovers are the highest class of knights in The Masked Empire. They are the soldiers whose job it is to escort the Emperor of The Masked Empire. They are responsible for his care and safety, so they will do whatever it takes to keep him out of harm's way.

Their name ( clovers ) is inspired by the plant as it is believed it brings luck. They always carry an imagage of it or and acutal clover on themselves / their armor. Some of the Clovers are also vampires.

Factions:

Hellf

The most cruel between the elf warriors. Hellves are very hostile towards the Masked Empire despite their homeland's neutrality. In poor words the feral part of the Kingdom of lle's military.

Seperate military force from the H.E. which they do not want to be associated with.

Maskers of the High Elves / H.E.

The Maskers of the High Elves are an elite group of extremely skilled Elves who have dedicated their lives to the advancement of the Elf race. They are trained in the art of combat , and are considered the most skilled warriors in the Kingdom of Upper Ile. They protect their Kingdom from enemies and bring food from the outside.

Brothers / Brotherhood

*Brotherhood* is a faction in The Masked Empire. It is a group of powerful warlords who rule their own small tribes. These warlords all share a fear of The Masked Emperor and his Clovers and so they have formed a decently powerful alliance.

They have their headquarters, Lukout Mountain, in the city of Lukout, near the Mountain Clans.

Mountain Clans / Moutikers

Mountain Clans are a group of small clans that live under a mountain. The Mountain Clans are wary of the Masked Empire and do not wish to trade with them.

The Mountain Clans have a strong warrior class. Their warriors are called Moutikers.

Maskendi

The citizens and / or allies of the M.E. ( Masked Empire ).

(Main)Locations:

The Masked Empire

The Masked Empire is a nation ( and a faction ) ruled by Emperor Alex, who wears a mask that covers his face at all times. The Empire does not like to do any trade with the outside world. Part of it is surrounded by mountains and another part of it is adiacent to multiple rivers.

It is heavily guarded, and is only opened twice a year in order to give people a chance to trade with merchants from across the kingdom. The Masked Empire is also an advanced civilization, and is protected by a magical barrier that keeps out all enemies.

( Gives a home to Brothers and Maskendi factions )

The Kingdom of the Upper Ile

Kingdom right outside of the M.E. and very neutral-friendly towards it, it's the Kingdom who trades the most with said Empire and has been an ally to it for some of the battles against Vampires. The Kingdom of the Upper lle is ruled by the Queen named Victoria Hazember.

( Gives a home to the faction of H.E. and the Hellves )

The Mountains

They surround part of the M.E. and are habited by the Moutikers. They prefer not to interact with the M.E. but are not hostile in their regards. ( Gives a home to the Moutikers' faction )

The Clover Wings

The Clover Wings is a gigantic structure built near the Emperor's castle, it has training grounds and classes other than multiple points that help the Clover to access the Empire's walls to check fro enemies. The Clover Wings is filled by an elite branch of the M.E.'s royal military, and is the organization responsible for the protection from the strongest enemies. It also trains junior Clovers to their newly given duty to protect the Emperor.

( Gives a home to part of the Maskedi faction )

Houlburg

Houlburg is a small village in the Masked Empire, not much.is known about it a it is located in a rather secluded area.

The village needs help from adventurers to find a mysterious artifact... what will it be?

( Part of the Maskedi faction )

Lukout and Lukout Mountain

Lukout is a decently large town in the Masked Empire. It sits on top of a height that overlooks the Masked Empire named in fact the Lukout Mountains after said town. Lukout is surrounded by forest and mountains. It has very limited access to the outside world.

Lukout is known for its scenery and the sunsets that can be seen from the top of the mountains but also for it's strong warriors.

( Gives a home to part of the Moutikers' faction )

Drawn Map (coming soon)

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Main Characters (coming soon)

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Prologue (coming soon)

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