Post #2403922 in Caldomaa, a roleplay on RPG

“Good, as long as he wasn’t inappropriate, I have heard plenty about that boys reputation” Desdemona grumbled, a rather unusual action for the Queen to do, she was usually gracious and courteous towards all, however Prince Desmond of Galirel did not sit well with her, perhaps it was just her motherly instincts wanting to protect her daughters from such a cad or perhaps it was something more, either way she greatly disliked the boy.

The Queen turned her attention back to the tourney, although she was particularly enjoying herself, yet you would not have been able to tell, her poise and grace was a well practised façade, many could seldom guess on the Queen’s true emotions save her husband, he always seemed to know how she felt, something which she both loved and despised at the same time. She watched as Regan’s favourite competitor was de-saddled and the small pout on her youngest daughters face showed her discontent at the situation, the queen couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Don’t fret sweetling, I do not think he was harmed” Mona cooed reaching out to lightly squeeze Regan’s hand in a motherly gesture.

It was then Sir Nikolas entered the arena upon his steed, donning armoury she didn’t quite recognise. Mona looked over to Matilda, her happy smile radiating from her pretty face, so Nikolas was competing for the hand the hand of her second eldest, it all made remarkable sense now. The longing stares, the fierce protection, Nikolas was in love with her daughter.

Mona shifted in her seat at this revelation, Nikolas was a good man, kind and honourable, she should want nothing more for her daughter, but he had no titles, land or wealth, he had risen through the ranks, he was not born into them and that would pose a problem, especially for Sebastian.

The Queen bit her lip as she looked at her husband, his face red with rage “husband please think before you act rashly” Mona tried to soothe, knowing it was nearly useless trying contain the King when his anger took over. Looking back at her daughters, Mona forced a smile, trying to ease their worries, however the look on Aleiia’s concerned her, following her eldest gaze the Queen’s brown hues landed upon a fallen elf who’s eyes were solely fixated upon Aleiia.

Mona almost stopped Aleiia as she rose to her feat and approached her father but she knew Sebastian’s anger very rarely stretched to his children. Her words seemed to work and Mona quickly spotted a change in her husband’s demeanour, “You shall meet him at the feast, just as you will meet all the champions today.” Mona looked at Sebastian with anger in her eyes, how could he be so dismissive.

Reaching out, the Queen gently took Aleiia’s hand, pulling away “Darling sit back down” she commanded lightly, fearing a scene being made, she made sure her eyes connected with her eldest daughters silently speaking ‘I shall talk to him.’

Matilda was stunned at her father as his anger erupted in such a public place; so much was happening in such a short space of time that her head began to pound. Pinching the bridge of her nose, the princess closed her eyes briefly, waiting for the pain to pass. Although, upon hearing Nikolas’s name come from her fathers lips caused her head to shoot up and towards her father, then towards the tourney grounds.

Toward them rode a man upon his horse donning the armour of the Crimson Riders, she rose to her feat and hurried towards the barrier, not being able to contain the smile on her face, who cared what armour he wore, you only had to speak to Nikolas to know that he was a changed man, it did not bother her what he did to feel empowered just so long as he won.

Yet her father’s anger was threatening to boil over, turning back to him her cool blue eyes narrowed “Father please!” she pleaded in protest “Sir Nikolas is a good man and I would be honoured for him to fight for me in this tourney” she replied stubbornly, she would not relent, never. Mattie wanted Nikolas as much as he wanted her and once she set her mind to something there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to get it.

Aleiia then rose and tried to sooth her fathers anger towards Nikolas by putting herself in the firing range and declaring she had found a champion and an elf none-the-less. Matilda was thankful for this and she took the opportunity to turn back towards Nikolas, her eyes pleading with his to be careful, her father’s wrath was unprecedented and it would not have taken much for him to send him to the dungeons. Closing her eyes, she let out a small, barely audible whisper, which travelled upon the wind to Nikolas’s ears. “Should things turn sour, gallop away from here and don’t look back. I shall meet you upon the opening to the Forgotten Forrest at midnight.”

After she sent her message, Matilda watched as a rider approached her knight, her eyes widening as they removed their helm, tresses of brown curls spilling down her back. Her father erupted, “Gregoir, arrest that woman!”

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located in THe Kingdom of Caldomaa, a part of Caldomaa, one of the many universes on RPG.

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