Princess Aisling of Faolla's Story

It was a clear black night and the moon was shining so brightly on Faolla, it look as if it, like all of the land it was shining on, was made up of snow. Downstairs, Aisling could hear her father discussing political matters with a stranger, talking about how he'd like to "knock off" a few of Urinac's men. She sighed. Aisling always thought that perhaps instead of hiring assassin's left and right her father should instead focus on the people, who were in the streets freezing and starving. She did not want to end up like their friends at the Kingdom of Yured, or in other words, she didn't want to end up beheaded on the streets in the face of rebellion. In a way, Aisling was glad that the royalty of Yured had been killed. She didn't want to marry their horrible prince anyways and the queen had always been such a drag.

Sick of the inside, Aisling grabbed her cloak and walked outside. The air was chilly and her cheeks turned red against the cold breeze, but she was used to it. In the distance, she could see the villages lanterns flickering and men riding their horses by the water. She smiled. She wanted so badly to be one of them, a villager, free to do what she wanted when she wanted. And then, in that moment, despite the dangers, Aisling decided to fetch her horse and ride into the town. She would be a villager, just for this one night, even if it killed her.

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Oh Politics. Tyber's speciality was considered Boring rather to others, but to him... it was life. "Perhaps if we cut spending on the Tower replacements it could..." Tyber said alone, talking to nothing but air. He needed to find a way to dig the people of Faolla out of the dirt or he would end up like Yured. Just the thought sent a shiver up his spine. Ending up like Yured, a poor Kingdom with a Child as ruler. He didn't like Yured, he thought they were dragging Faolla down with them. He wanted to abandon the poor kingdom but he inquired that they could possibly be an asset in the future. "Or we could..." Tyber said as he sat down in a chair overlooking a model of Faolla. He was exaghsted, he had spent the entire day at a political meeting with the rest southern kingdoms, and to be honest, That was the one time he had disliked politics.

Tyber sighed and stood up and stepped down "Advisor!" A small man in a blue cloak walked through the furthest door on the left and ran infront of the City Model. "Yes mi'lord?" The advisor said bowing "Bring me my daughter, we have things to discuss" Tyber said looking through the large glass window overlooking the village. "Yes mi'lord" the advisor walked through the 2nd door on the right and vanished into a hallway.

Aisling heard her father's adviser yelling for her in the distance, so she dropped down into the snow behind some brush and silently waited for him to go away. She was not in the mood and she was dead set on making it into the village. After she heard him disappear, she got back up, brushed the snow off herself and shivered a bit. Even thought Aisling had the ability to control snow, ice, etc. she still got cold quite frequently.

Knowing that her father would be angry and out looking for her as soon as he heard the news, Aisling decided to make a move, and fast. She ran to the stables, got out her favorite horse, a big black stallion named Magnus, and rode as fast as she could towards the village that was still bustling with life.

A chill ran through Aisling's body and she new her father was looking for her. She sighed and pulled her cloak closer, urging Magnus to run faster. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the reached the heart of the village. Aisling, being the clever girl she was, deceptively tied Magnus up in front of a random building and walked into the small pub she desired to be at.

Because of her cloak, no one recognized her. A few men made comments on what a pretty girl she was and made cheap attempts at flirting, but she shook it off. She knew romance was off limits, she'd be married off to some random prince by this time next year if her father got her way.

James began to tug on her cloak, causing the hood to her cloak to fall down. Tyber noticed both the voice and the red har. "Alright Aisling, your Sharaad is over." Tyber said while walking twords her.

"Because...for one reason...uhm..." Tyber studdered trying to think of an Answer. "It isnt, cant you see your above the average Faolla citizens? The people here ARE the type of people that will judge your every action, at the castle no one will judge you. No one has ever judged you at the castle, besides, your not ready to face the world yet." Tyber finished feeling at satisfactory with his answer.

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