Marcus Morgane's Story

Sarah didn't know what to think she had expected an Inquisition not a party or honors well at least from the King. The patriarch on the other hand hid what seemed a veiled threat in his honeyed words. She felt like She would have to be most careful with her words around him.

Marcus on the other hand trusted neither of them. The both seemed too friendly but he was in no place to advise his sister now. He watched hoping Sarah would know what to say.

"I do wish to answer all questions that I can...As soon as I can. But Who am I to refuse the hospitality of my King?" Sarah responds. She then adds "but If I may I wonder would it not be easier for you, your court, and I to get to know one another if we where not hidden behind masks?"

Sarah's dress: http://www.eviltailors.com/4885-home_default_2x/peasant-dress-desert-beige.jpg
Marcus' outfit: http://s957.photobucket.com/user/rawrrealloud/media/WarriorofLightredmagDFF.jpg.html
The masks: http://t08.deviantart.net/etutpd2Aa1JG50ddPd2uRleAxcE=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre05/ae44/th/pre/f/2014/131/5/4/leather_phoenix_mask_by_artisanleatheruk-d7hzn8a.jpg

"I hate these things..." Sarah complained as she dressed.

" Don't worry dear sister I'm sure the king has spared nothing to please you" answered Marcus from the next room

Sarah sorted "He's just trying to show off he wants me on his side...Or more likely as his tool...And you don't dear sister me you shouldn't even be here. You're lucky I didn't punch you when you revealed yourself to me.

Marcus signed " I'm here to protect you on Father's wishes I might add..."

Sarah grumbled " lets just get this over with" Sarah said putting on her mask

Marcus put on his matching mask " Now let's light up this party with our fire!" He said leading the way to the party.

"You speak as if I'd care. You misjudge me," Beorn mock accused with a smile. The way she spoke of dancing made him desire to see her dance even more, "Of course I think of you dancing.... You seem like the dancing type. If you wish, we can dance here or I can show you the garden. It is bare, but life is slowly returning. Or you can show me how to really dance here. Tonight, I do not much care about the opinion of those around me."

He was feeling reckless tonight. It was unnusual for a reserved person like himself, but what was the harm in taking a chance every now and then?



Leo nodded in understanding. Things with his brother had been dull lately, but the danger was still there both for themselves and the people around them, particularly in the course they had decided to take. As of this moment Lelinus was the heir to the throne and one of the few voices that could challenge his brother. Tonight, he would have to find a way to speak to Ser Sarah and convince her to support him or at least oppose his brother.

"I am sure he will be willing to take a little time tonight to help you," he told her before smiling at her words. He took her hand and kissed it.

"We shall, my lovely Fjellborgan wife."

With that said, he entered ballroom with his wife, looking for all the word like he was the happiest he had ever been and to tell the truth, he was. The sting of his father's death had lessened and the feelings that were growing between him and Ingrid were enough to make him feel like he was walking on air. As he entered the room, he spotted a couple dressed in red. He smiled brightly at them.

"Good evening." He greeted, attempting to match their lower facial features with his memories and drawing a blank. He shook his head.

"I cannot guess who you are. If you are the legendary knight and her brother, then it might be providence at work." He jested.

"Seems word gets around..." Sarah said giving her brother a look "I did say masks where a bad idea..."

Marcus chuckled " Careful you may be talking to the king now and just insulted him."

"I don't think so...I know voices..."

"Ah dear sister we are being rude talking amongst ourselves"

Marcus turned to the man that greeted them "Do forgive us good sir and lady I am Marcus Morgane Knight of the Scarlet Order and This.." he gestures toward his sister "is my lovely sister Sarah High Priestess and Commander of the Scarlet order."

Sarah nods then speaks " My brother does love his titles...Now I must ask who it is we have the honor of speaking too?"

"Yes, I suppose you are right. Forgive me." He told her. Though a servant, Beorn was still rather privileged compared to many others in the palace. Thanks to his affiliation with Lelinus and the church, he was shielded from most people who would happily squash him for any perceived slight against them, but Evangelina was both a woman and a foreigner. He sometimes forgot what that meant.

"Our ways are not so bad," he continued, placing a hand around her waist and leading her on to the ballroom floor as the music played. He smiled brightly as new notes joined the melody and in a sudden movement, he brought her into a slight dip before bringing her back up and giving her an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I should have warned you."



"Oh, this is a surprise. I had only been jesting. I am Lelinus Augustus, Prince of Byrdain and this is Princess Ingrid Jorvikdatter, Princess of Fjellborg and Byrdain, my lovely wife," he told them. It was better that he should put her heritage front and center rather than dancing around it. Knights, real knights, appreciated honesty.

"I am happy that you have decided to visit the capital. The court is awash with your legend. I hope that you may see the fruits of your labor in the this time of peace ahead," he told them with a smile. It was a calculated probe. If this priestess was willing to leave the war with Fjellborg in the past, then she could be a valuable ally indeed. She'd have to see Brynjar for what he was, however. A virtuous knight would not brook rebellion. Not without just cause.