Lovell's Clockwork Kingdom » Places

         Town was as busy as usual. River couldn't help but dread the walk around the grounds. She hated being out in the open, putting herself up for the ongoing whispers, people wondering who she was or why she wore such a green dress. Riverlyn stood out in the distance, her dark curls falling past her shoulders as her eyes stared at a small group of young girls crowding around a poster that hung on a small shop's wall. In thick, warning red letters, the word "Wanted" was displayed. Underneath, smaller words described a well known thief in these parts. Nightshade. A name for poison, but also for a shadowed being who roamed the night, stealing whatever he could get his hands on. Most people feared him. River admired him.


For more than one reason. Her lips formed a small smirk before she turned around on her heel and leaned over one of the small tables of buttons and jewels being displayed. "How much for the red buttons?" River asked, her voice soft and kind. The old woman glanced in her direction and waved her off.

"Take them all, missy. There is no need for them." River smiled, scooping the buttons and carefully settling them in a small, green and white pouch of a purse. River gave her thanks and moved away from the market, her eyes settling on a particular little girl, who stood on her toes, pressing her face against a window as tight as she could.

River shook her head softly, making her way to the baker's window, her hand gently squeezing the little girl's shoulder.

"You're not supposed to be out here, Gene."

"I know, but I smelled the cinnamon."

"Come now, people will wonder." The little girl sighed and pulled her face away from the window, walking away from the crowd.

         Evenon sat in his room alone for the time being. The room was brilliantly designed to Evenon's tastes. The walls were painted a navy blue, and shining designs ran through the color like streams of pure gold. Whenever the sunlight peaked through the large windows, the walls would shimmer. These had always been Evenon's colors of choice, even since he was a little boy. A prince' colors should be grand, and that's exactly what they were.

The loud ticking rang through the castle like falling rhythmic stones. The sound was so familiar, nobody seemed to care. Evenon sighed loudly, his gaze originally set on his desk promptly traveled up to the large clock hung above him on the wall. It was almost noon, and yet, he didn't feel like leaving his room.

Many moments past and the Prince had no motivation. What could he possibly do today? He eventually came to the point where he forced himself to stand, he slowly moved over to the mirror where he would look himself up and down. He wore a black coat that fell to below the knee, and a simple grey tunic, with nicely matched, well fit black pants and some black boots. Despite his favorite colors, he had always worn black, there was no avoiding what looked best on him. Though, sometimes he would where his golden studded earrings which his father had claimed to be unbefitting of a prince, but he would always ignore this, he liked them. Today happened to be the day he decided to wear these earrings, he did not want to face the king today, so he would exit out the servant's quarters. Evenon stopped himself before leaving, removing the coat and pining back his neatly trimmed hair. The prince always had his hair in his face and his long kingdom marked coat on, they were some of his most noticeable features, aside from his nearly yellow eyes of course. He wondered if the change of appearance would make him look like more of a villager than a prince, and perhaps he could have a day to himself.

Evenon walked back to where the mirror was located, looking himself over again, and forcing an extremely short smile.

Good enough for now.

He headed for the door to his room and exited swiftly, traveling downstairs and passing the servant's quarters and making his leave quickly out the door. He wiped his face and headed for town.