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Character Portrait: Ysabel Conta Character Portrait: Leon Theodore Schwartz
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Ysa had done her absolute best to act like she was more than capable of handling the information thrown at her though she was just as confused as ever by the time everyone had left. No sooner had the other Guardians closed the door behind them did she simply sit. She set her phone beside her and turned to her Classical playlist and meditated before shifting into yoga. It always helped her calm down and process her thoughts. She allowed herself to lose herself in the music, moving into each position slowly as she eased her breathing. Alright...So. I did specialize. But in Spirit? And that's why I can compel other Moroi without really trying...? And... Is dream walking a Spirit thing? Wait. Leon can hear my thoughts... Was that really him in those dreams? She fell over with a thud and laid on her back with a groan. She and Leon had done... Well. What they had done would not have been acceptable among those at Court. And there will be no more of that. I have big plans and I cannot do them without the person I trust most nor our reputations sullied. She gave a light sigh before doing a bit more yoga and devouring her food. A quick brushing up on Bodyguard Theory and Personal Protection 3 as well as Ancient Poetry, she was ready to go to bed. 


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She was up by nine in the morning for yoga, though she was anxious to get to Court just to get it over. She had spent some time curling her hair and pinning it so that the waist length locks fell only to her shoulders while managing to look natural. Donning a yellow dress, she avoided contact with others as she headed for the Rogue, soon on her way to the airport. Leon was with her, of course. Along with Belikov and Marcus. There was an awkward silence but she didn't mind. She kept her mind occupied with thoughts of Candy Crush, deciding that things with she and Leon didn't need to be so visibly awkward, lest people start asking why. She was a little less silent on the plane where it was just her and Leon, though they only discussed what they were going to tell the Queen and the Council. Then befell another awkward silence as they ran out of things to say and the next three hours was almost depressing.


Still, she managed a cheery smile as soon as she stepped off of the plane, greeted by a Dhampir servant offering her something to eat before she went into the meeting. She was more than happy for a feeding a small breakfast with Leon at her side, but it was just a short moment of peace before they were both whisked away for the meeting. Rather than being held in the usual Council room, Queen Amelia held it in her office. Ysa walked in to see the Council members from each family sitting there: Marie Conta, Tatiana Ivashkov, Victor Dashkov, Abby Badica, Natasha Ozera, Rufus Tarus, Alexander Voda, Danielle Szelsky, Howard Zeklos, Eugene Lazar, Eric Dragomir, and Ava Drozdov and Queen Amelia Drozdov herself. Lovely. She gave a light smile and took a seat on one of the couches, folding her hands politely in her lap. “So many happy faces here today. I must have come at a good time.” She gave a light chuckle, though maybe one or two smiled. Her aunt and the Drozdov pair seemed most displeased. Leon kept a straight face as he stood two steps behind Ysabel, his eyes on the floor in a sign of servitude.


“According to our reports... You fought a Strigoi. Again.” Queen Amelia spoke with a lifted brow, scorn in her voice. Ysabel gave a nod as though it wasn't that much of a big deal. “I reacted on instinct. I help people. I care. It's what I do. My grandfather says that I get my warrior spirit from the Dragomir in me.” She gave a bright smile, slowly beginning to compel the others as subtly as possible. She did it every time she came about into this situation so it had gotten easier. “It's not that big of a deal, is it? I was only trying to help. Leon's spent most of his life defending my family. I only thought that as his friend and as the Moroi responsible for him, I should do something if I could. And I was hardly hurt. Just a concussion and some bruises and a scratch.” She could see some of them keeping a stern expression while others seemed to be nodding in light agreement. She knew that even though they were nodding, she couldn't change the way they've thought their entire lives just like that. But what she could do was notice that she was in no danger. 


Leon dared not to shift at the back as he felt Ysabel's thoughts slowly flood into his mind. Though Leon knew that Ysabel always used her compelling abilities on the Nobles whenever she got in trouble, he had never been pleased about it. His eyes snapped towards Ysabel, a frown on his face, but he kept his head down as none of the Moroi had given him the order to look up. Stop, Ysabel- But her thoughts continued to flow into his mind- just as they had been for the whole day. The dreams. Leon stopped the sigh that had almost escaped from his mouth as he continued to stand rigidly behind Ysabel. Throughout the whole plane flight over, he had refrained from talking to Ysabel too much. I have to develop a boundary somewhere. I cannot sully the name of one of the last Contas. 


“That is no excuse! A Moroi does not fight. That's what Guardians are for.” Marie spoke up quickly, snapping at her niece with a frown, her Spanish accent thick. Marie's brown eyes were narrowed at Ysabel though the young woman simply gave a gentle smile, her eyes shining. We used to. Alongside our Guardians. Back then we weren't afraid of the Strigoi. They were afraid of us. We weren't frightened to go out without a Guardian by our side. But she held her tongue. But you're not ready for that speech yet... She gave a soft chuckle and tucked a loose curl behind her ear, her expression pulling quickly into one of question, her brows lifting and her lips slightly pulled to the side before she resumed a straight face and spoke with a light bit of defiance. “Well, that's not your choice to make, is it? I am Moroi. I am Royal. And I highly doubt that you're about to motion for a law that bans Moroi from defending themselves.” She was openly defiant now, her gaze challenging the others, and not a single one able to hold it. Leon stifled a groan as he heard Ysabel's thoughts before they passed through her mouth. 


“No, but I can remove Leon from his assignment and keep him here at Court. I can assign a Guardian to you who can keep you in line.” Marie's voice took a dangerous edge that made Ysabel's eyes narrow, though she kept a smile, leading her aunt into the hole she had dug for herself. “Keep me in line? That's hilarious. And how would this imaginary Guardian keep me in line?” She tilted her head back, watching Marie smirk. “Marcus is a fine Guardian with a record just as good as Leon's for his age. And from what I've heard, he thinks you need quite a bit of discipline and considering how much you disrespect him, he wouldn't mind being the one to teach you. Especially after you put your hands on him and humiliated him.” The room hushed as the other guardians in the room seemed to turn towards Leon, their eyebrows raised as if to ask him to confirm the story that had most likely already entered their ears as well. However, the gazes soon once again returne to the ground as they were but dhampirs. Only their charges had the right to talk within the room that they all currently stood in. How could Marcus actually dare to talk out against a Moroi! He cursed. That damned coward.


There was a moment of silence before the room simply exploded with anger. And it was all directed towards Marie. 


Sure, Ysabel was reckless sometimes. She was young. But how dare Marie suggest allowing a Dhampir to manhandle a Royal Moroi! She was insane! Her position on the Council was put into question as they chastised and berated her for her stupid choice of words while Ysabel managed to look perfectly frightened at the idea. She held no qualms with putting her aunt on the chopping block because she knows that Marie would do the same. She may have raised her when she wasn't at Vlad's, but Marie didn't like her. Her generation would eventually be in line for the throne and she preferred her own daughter. She often commented that she was waiting for Ysabel to turn into her mother. So there was little love between them. I'd love for Marcus to try and put his hands on me. She resisted rolling her eyes. So Marie had been using Marcus to spy on them. It wasn't surprising considering that they were once lovers and he was like a lost puppy chasing her. She didn't have to worry about him anymore though. With it out in the open that he had expressed a wish to put hands on her, the Queen had decided that he would be pushing pencils and filing papers until he died. 


Why do people underestimate me, Leon? She sighed in her head, outwardly maintaining her frightful facade. He heard the thought, but kept silent, his position as Guardian forbidding him from speaking up as the Moroi continued to chastise Marie. Because you are young...and too reckless for your own good, Ysa. His eyes softened though he could not see her- all he could see was the plush, maroon carpet that decorated the floor of the room. But as immediately as his eyes softened, Leon quickly shoved the feelings that had just been in his heart out of his mind. No! I am her guardian. God damn it, Leon Schwartz! What is wrong with you? Without Leon noticing, the chattering between the Moroi had vanished without a trace into the air as the Queen raised her hand. Queen Amelia cast a surveying glance over the twelve other Moroi in the room, her aged face serene yet powerful. "I wish to end this meeting as quickly as possible- it is far past into the human cycle for us Moroi. Tell me, young Conta." She focused her gaze on Ysabel, her eyes cold with dislike, "You will not participate in anymore...fighting. Your guardian there-" Drawing up a hand adorned with various rings and rare gems, Queen Amelia pointed disdainfully at Leon, "-will do so. Do you vow to act like a proper Moroi, and not a lowly dhampir?" Her voice boomed throughout the room as all the council members stared at Ysabel, holding their breaths.


“Of course, my Queen.” Ysabel bowed her head subserviently, appearing as a chastised child. For now, anyways. Leon. We need to go speak to Guardian Tanner after this. Buying her act, the Queen gave a light nod and waved her hand in an act of dismissal. Despite all of the grumbling, everyone began to leave. Ysabel and Leon were the last to leave, the Queen watching them through narrowed eyes. Even as they left, the other Moroi were still berating Marie amongst themselves and offering Ysa their condolences for having been threatened with an idea so barbaric. Right. Because she hadn't been getting her ass handed to her by the Guardians training her for the past almost five years. But she didn't mention that. Instead, she played the part of being shaken and was quick to rush away from them. She had gotten directions to Tanner from some of the other Guardians, finding that he was in the church. They were there soon enough, Ysa walking faster than Leon to avoid the sun. It was noon and it was very hot, making her skin crawl. She could bear the evening sun, but noon sun was irritating. Hardly enough to make her faint though. 


“Well, well. So, when are you getting that second molnija?” Guardian Tanner gave a soft chuckle as Leon and Ysa approached him, walking down the aisle, Ysa's yellow dress flowing behind her. Ysabel smiled and threw her arms around the Dhampir, giving him a tight hug. “Ah, who knows. But it's not like I need it.” She flashed him a dazzling smile as she took a seat next to him and leaned against the pew in front of them with her body turned slightly towards him. “I heard about what your aunt said. Sorry about that. But don't worry, he'll get special treatment around here,” He gave her a wink and she could only laugh lightly. While she was an oddity among Moroi and Dhampir alike, she found that she was quite popular and admired among the Guardians. After all, it wasn't every Moroi who could take a hit to the gut and get back up to keep fighting. Or stake a Strigoi. “You having fun yet, Leon? Don't worry – It's safe in here.” Tanner turned to Leon and offered a smile, calling him by his first name, a twinkle in his green eyes.


The sigh Leon had been holding in for the whole meeting finally escaped his lips, leaning back against the pew. His face was emotionless as he glared up at the podium, his eyes without the usual sharpness they held. Rather, they were dull- and he wished to escape the Church as soon as possible. But that would raise suspicion. He turned his head towards Tanner, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Of course- and we will be getting our Molnija marks soon after this. Not sure if I have much space left." Leon chuckled with the other Guardian. He tried to ignore the stares of the other Moroi as they started to fill in the Church, glaring at Ysabel as she sat among the guardians and dhampirs, rather than where she belonged in front with other Royal Moroi. Tanner seemed to also detect these glares as he also pursed his lips for a second, before his usual dazzling smile appeared on his face again.


“Just goes to show what an amazing Guardian you are. You've probably omitted some kills just to save some space.”, Ysa teased with a smirk on her face. Leon shook his head, a small smile playing on his face though he kept his eyes diverted from Ysabel's. 


“Probably. It's like that sometimes. And when are you ever going to go one month without getting called here to be lectured?” Tanner turned his gaze away from the Moroi as they entered, smiling at Ysa who rolled her eyes. “Well, I'll be clear of here for the next six months. I'll finally be eighteen and graduated then. That's when the real fun starts. You care to join in?” She offered him a light smile, holding his gaze. “Does this fun have something to do with what you've been doing... But bigger?” Tanner was so good at reading people. Ysa gave a light nod. While she trusted Leon more than anyone else, there were some others that she trusted as well. Most of them Dhampir. “You have my allegiance, Lady Conta.” Tanner's voice had dropped since his last question, though he did give a subtle bow.

And so it begins.

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