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Althaea

The Room of Thrones

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a part of Althaea, by Maree.

In the heart of the palace is the Room of Thrones. This is where the God-Queen receives the Magistrates in order to process business.

Maree holds sovereignty over The Room of Thrones, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

Upon a dais rests the majestic throne of the God-Queen. It is massive and carved from one piece of black-marble from Estisia. It was made in a time when the borders of Viridian were not closed, and all people of Althaea were welcome.

Beneath the God-Queen's throne lays the seven identical thrones of the Magistrates of Iracot, each representing the seven wards inside of the city. Pillars line the walls and open arch ways provide light into the room. The floors are decorated with a mural cut from marble depicting the birth of Sarene Iracot.
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The Room of Thrones

In the heart of the palace is the Room of Thrones. This is where the God-Queen receives the Magistrates in order to process business.

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The Room of Thrones is a part of Palace of Iracot.


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Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot
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There was not even a whisper of sound. The breeze did not blow, the birds did not sing, and not a single footstep reverberated against the marble walls of the throne room. A gaze the color of turquoise looked down below her at the image of her birth. After a moment, she swept her gaze onto her hand which rested on the black marble throne.

It was white as snow with nails painted red, the color of blood and life. The dressers had painted all of her skin white until it held it own luminosity, glittering in the sun light which poured in from the open archways of the room. Her was braided in minuscule and intricate braids as if each hair had been braided separately. It was dyed red too, and the paint around her eyes and lips matched as well.

White and Red. Purity and Life.

The meaning was not lost on Sarene Iracot; the God-Queen of Iracot and all of Viridian.

She moved on the throne, shifting her weight on the uncomfortable chair. The black silks the dressers had adorned her in did nothing to hide the body beneath. They accentuated on her sexuality and did little to give Sarene privacy of her own body; a body that did not belong to her but to her people.

"Calor," Sarene called out into the room. Her tone was quiet, yet powerful and demanding. The goddess reached at her throat and fingered the elaborate silver-cuff there. It was heavy and cut into her flesh. The jewels in her hair were heavy, too. It pulled the strands and made her entire scalp itch as if every ant in Viridian took nest in it.

Restraining herself from fidgeting, Sarene prostrated herself in the throne, spine rod-straight and ridged and her arms flush against the armrests. Her eyes were the only things that moved on her body as she awaited her Dragoon Knight.

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An archway gave birth to the shadow of a man, who stepped forth into the throne room with all the delicacy of Sarene's braided hair. His steps made no sound, as though his feet did not truly touch the floor but instead hovered but millimetres above it.

"How shall I serve you, my Queen?" Were the only words he uttered, as he stopped in the exact centre of the room so he could turn to face and look up at the Goddess as though every single movement of his body was formulated and trained for this symmetry in order to please her. Then, he lowered his left knee to the ground, bowed his head until a braided lock of white touched the floor, then pressed his fist into the ground to both retain his balance and show his respect.

Calor Elohan was tall and built up of strong muscle and flexible tendons. Today he wore the same as always, a uniform custom to display his unique rank above others; consisting of a padded shirt of white and a long coat of black adorned with brown fur around the rear of the neck. His breeches were brown and possibly leather, while dark boots with toes capped with steel offered both a solid walk and a painful kick. His hands, as always, aside from a signet ring on the middle finger of the right hand, were bare so as to never dirty the mask of white, blue and gold so often seen hanging around his neck by string.

The mask was a unique signature, one of anonymity, strength and royal will. He wore it to kill, he wore it carry out Sarene's will. And as it hung below his chest, the black spaces of the eyes would watch the woman on the throne.

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The God-Queen watched Calor enter with eyes that drank in his every movement. The Dragoon was her most loyal servant and most well known. They two would be considered "friends" if such a term was even possible between a goddess and her subject. There was hardly a rare moment where one was not seen without the other, hidden deep in the shadows.

"My dearest Guardian," Sarene spoke, her voice echoing off the cold walls. "Rise," she commanded. Her fingers stroked the marble beneath them.

"The Magistrates insist that I choose a husband. They droll on and on about this business and I no longer wish to hear of it any longer. They claim it will raise the morale of my people, a wedding. They believe that sacrifices are no longer enough the placate my people. What is your opinion on this manner, my dear Guardian?"

Sarene's eyes never wavered from Calor. She watched him like a statue, staring and unblinking.

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He stood using those perfectly rehearsed movements, his eyes of dim gold peering up at Sarene as he straightened out his clothes and made sure he looked just as presentable as when he first entered. As she spoke, he considered her words and found both surprise and worry in them. Of course, these thoughts only forced him to remind himself that he had no opinions of his own. Nor feelings, possessions or family. Sarene, his Queen, was his Goddess, destined to be worshiped and followed by him for all eternity. He would never allow his opinions to differ from her own, for in her divine righteousness she knew best for all.

"My Queen, my Goddess who lacks imperfection, my lowly mind is only of servitude to your greatness. I could never propose to influence or inspire you, for no matter the outcome, only the path you choose to take is that of truth."

He paused for a moment.

"However, no matter who you choose to love, respect and wed, please never place them in a position of power or importance rivaling that of your own. Only you can lead your people, all others must bow before you, even he who shares your heart, mind and body in the partnership of marriage."

"As for the matter of sacrifice, if such things please you then they should please your people, my Queen. Those who would not go to all possible lengths and trouble to bring you happiness are little more than heretical bastards; though I fail to see how any could exist when her majesty graces us with her presence on this world."

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"Silence!" Sarene commanded, rising from the black-marble throne with an unmatched grace. Her movements were as liquid as mercury and the gossamer of her gown flowed down her form like a silken waterfall. The heeled shoes on her feet clicked sonorously in the cavern like room as she descended down the dais.

"You over step your boundaries, Calor Elohan. Your very existence is dependent on my tolerance of you, and yet you disgrace me with the way you address me," Sarene chastised the guardian. She circled him with the train of her dress following her movement in a flowing puddle.

"But you are daring, are you not, Calor Elohan," Sarene said. Her expression did not change but the tone of her voice held a subtly to it; a mocking countenance. "It was, after all, I who asked of your opinion. I am the one who forced you to disgrace yourself and you willingly obeyed like the true servant you are. I am pleased."

Sarene Iracot stopped directly in front of Calor and raised a bone-white, painted, hand. Just the bare tip of her finger touched the tender patch of flesh beneath his chin. She raised his face to look him directly in the eye.

"The Magistrates have all chosen husbands for me, those whom they have deemed qualified. I do not trust their judgment and they disappoint," Sarene said as she dropped her hand to rest back at her side.

"It will be you," the goddess spoke as she turned to return to her throne. "We shall be wed. I have spoken my will."

Sarene sat herself on the throne and crossed her leg over the other.

"I congratulate you, now speak," she demanded.

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"I..."

He paused, his very soul stumbling in shock. "I.. Am humbled, honoured and ecstatic beyond words, my Queen. To.. To choose me, your lowly servant and forever loyal bodyguard over all the Knights and Noblemen of your great realm is..- I would never, even with all eternity to say them, have enough words to express how I feel. I have always offered you everything I have without question or delay and with this marriage, I will finally have the chance to not only protect you, but do my utmost to make you happy. And with this wedding, I will finally have the chance to let every soul on this world of yours know that the only thing in creation capable of separating me from your side is you, and you alone."

His feet made noise now, as they pushed him forth step after step, his form of mere mortality daring beyond belief to approach her throne of black marble. On the dais he lowered himself to his knees, expressing, "I would kiss your feet as your menial retainer," - before doing so, if she would allow such a thing. Then he would lift himself a little more, reaching out to try and take her hand in his own with all the gentleness he could muster. Then, he followed with, "and your hand as your Fiancé." That too would then be kissed, if she chose not to object.

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Sarene Iracot had several thoughts during the time it took for Calor to kiss her feet and then her hand.

Calor Elohan had always been at her side. He, above all others, had devout his very existence to her will, unlike others. At a flick of her wrist he had executed those who doubted her and her divine rule over Viridian. He was the one person that was going to make sure she endured and survived. Calor would sacrifice his life in order to keep her alive.

He was her protector. But what use did a goddess have for one?

The Magistrates were going to be displeased at her decision. They had chosen Knight-Commander Gabriel Envictus, a man that could be controlled not by just the God-Queen's hand, but by theirs as well. Sarene had undermined them by appointing the one person that was truly trustworthy and that was Calor Elohan.

"The engagement shall be announced when Iracot is addressed for the Sacrifice. The wedding shall be in a few days' time. When we are wed, you will become an extension of me and my holiness. Your will shall be mine, though mine be greater. Do not count on children for this is a political arrangement and nothing more. I do not love you as a woman does a husband but as a goddess who loves her worshiper. Do not mistake this marriage for what it is not," Sarene Iracot said, removing her hand from beneath the man's lips.

"You will not leave my side for any reason unless I command you to do so, no matter who it is that tells you otherwise. You will command them to stand aside and to leave, or you will kill them where they stand. You will move your possessions, sparse as they may be, into my quarters and take residence there."

"Now, gather the crown and place it upon my head, Calor," Sarene said. "The Sacrifice will begin soon."

On a stand beside the throne lay the God-Queen's crown. It had been cut from the largest diamond to ever have been discovered. A dozen spikes protruded from the brow, sharp and deadly. It was a cold and as cruel as the God-Queen could be, yet beautiful and awe inspiring all at once.

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"Of course, my Queen," he replied as he stood from his kneeling position and then moved around to the crown's pedestal so he could lift it with the delicacy such an artefact deserved. "Your will shall forever be my command. Whether a true lover, a political husband, a friend, or simply a retainer, I shall always defend you with my life. Should a single hair upon your head ever be harmed with hostile intent, I would gladly take my own life to pay for my sins. If the time should ever come for you to decide to leave us in this mortal realm of ours, then I would follow with your permission so I might forever stand by your side as your protector."

He extended the crown over his Goddess, then lowered it upon her head. Once finished, he stepped back from the dais and down to the floor of the Room of Thrones, where he bowed deeply and awaited her next command.

Something troubled him, though. It was, of course, the norm for a married pair to share quarters with one another, but something about her words played on the back of his mind until he could no longer ignore them. Was she becoming cautious? Approaching the fine line between it and paranoia? Of course, he rarely left her side in normal circumstances, even if he believed she wasn't entirely aware of his presence, but to order so directly that he not leave her? Perhaps he was doing too much thinking on the topic; he truly hoped this was the case, for the alternative would be that his Queen felt threatened. Who would dare threaten her? Who would have the tenacity to place her in any sort of danger? Even the very thought made him livid.

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As if on cue, several moments after the crown had been placed upon the Queen's head, a knock resounds through the chamber from the main entryway. The person seeking entrance would wait, as long as it might happen to take, for the God-Queen's permission to answer; and only hers.

When this was eventually obtained, the door would be opened, and a tall man, covered in armor, would step into the room. Knight-Commander Gabriel, sans helmet. He was clean shaven, as he always ensured he was in the God-Queen's presence, and his black steel armor had been polished to a sheen, glistening dimly even in the poor light of the throne room.

Shutting the large door behind him, Gabriel draws his blade, laying it on the ground before himself, then adopts a position of submission, on one knee and with one hand resting near the point of his mighty weapon. "My God-Queen," he says, in a tone of pure reverence. He pauses, if she chose to acknowledge him further, before continuing as she might allow. "Your Honor Guard is assembled, and the time of the Sacrifice draws near. We await your will." He had not laid eyes upon her once since he entered the room. He was among the most devout of the Knights, and seldom felt himself worthy to gaze upon their Goddess.

Neither, did he look upon Calor. Either due to his having disappeared into the shadows, or simply by Gabriel's leaving his full attention to the God-Queen, he was scarcely even aware of his presence, save for the knowledge that Her Reverence was not alone, but neither was in danger.

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The God-Queen stood from her throne and descended down the dais with her sheer gown billowing out around her body. Her blue-green eyes settled onto Calor and Sarene stopped. She placed the most delicate of kisses on his brow, leaving a trace of red on Calor's forehead.

"You honor me, Calor Elohan," the God-Queen said. "I bless you with Strength, Vigilance, and Perseverance." A direct blessing from the God-Queen was an extremely rare event. None could remember the last person that had received such a gift from the beloved goddess. It was believed that with a blessing from the God-Queen you would become immortal and untouchable. And if she were to curse you, you're life would be full of suffering, plague, and long-lived agony. There were many that could remember being cursed by Sarene Iracot.

"Knight-Commander Gabriel Envictus, rise," she commanded. The God-Queen walked toward him and the wide doors. In passing, Sarene merely touched his shoulder and the shining armor he wore on it. A slight smudge of her paint had come off on the armor, a testament that the God-Queen had actually touched the Knight-Commander.

"I shall go meet my people and conduct the Sacrificial Ceremony. It is time," Sarene Iracot stated.

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"Of course, and thank you, my Queen," he replied, not bothering to wipe away the trace of red. Such an honour should be kept for all to see, not removed as though a nuisance. "I shall accompany you as always, my sword ever at the ready."

He made to follow her, separated by a few feet empty space to give the Goddess her room to breathe. Rest assured it wasn't enough of an opening to get through Calor Elohan, who could immediately maneuver himself to block even an arrow already in flight. His sword would do it; slung from his hip as it was. He had mastered it in his youth as he sought perfection - and gone arguably further as he progressed into adulthood. He could fell ten soldiers in a room as easily as one of those soldiers could fell a single crook, his form and footwork without error in battle.

And then were his other skills, those speculated by drunks in candlelit corners. Men whispered that he could move without noise and that no wall could keep him. They whispered of the supernatural and magic far more mysterious than that of the mages - that he could read thoughts, see through lies and walk through shadows.

He smirked a little. Myths might have their basis in reality, but myths, he was quick to remind any who approached him on the subject, were just that.

Taking in a breath of the fresh air, he prepared to follow his Queen out to her address. He said nothing to Gabriel, whom he did not know particularly well. Certainly he didn't see the Knight Commander as someone who would betray their Queen and that was good enough for him.

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Gabriel rose at his God-Queen's word, placing a hand over his chest as a form of salute. He kept his head bowed until she had passed, at which point he turned to follow her, flanking opposite Calor, albeit at a much more respectable distance. Out of his periphery, he had seen the kiss graced upon his forehead. If he cared to look, he would even see the mark, still there; much as he now bore a mark, the touch of the Goddess' paint on his shoulderpad. It had given him a very brief pause; the Magistrates had told him that he had their favor for the God-Queen's hand, an unthinkable honor. Now, it seemed, that honor was lost.

Or simply contested.

He did not know Cador personally; he knew of him, the most skilled, faithful, and secretive of all of the God-Queen's Dragoons, an order of her personal guard that were the only ones to whom Gabriel would ever think to yield; excepting the God-Queen and the Magistrates, in that order. He had what Gabriel thought to be a self righteous smirk on his face. Gabriel did not blame him, though his heart burned in jealousy, if what he thought was true.

He could not dwell on such things; he would keep it, lock it away, release it when needed. For now, his full attention would be to keep his beloved ruler safe, even if his presence was merely to support her unfathomable power.


Outside the Rooms of Thrones proper, the Knights Gabriel had selected were waiting, all kneeling in perfect formation in a semi-circle before Sarene, while leaving ample space for her to walk between them without being sullied by their personal auras.

There was Dunkel, the Herald and Standard bearer of the Knights; his duty today was to bear the God-Queen's own banner. It was tethered to the wall beside him, and he would not take it until he was given the command.

Andre, the most devout Knight among them, with the possible exception of Gabriel. He was weeping silent tears that fell through the eye-slits of his helmet, for having been chosen for Her honor guard was so great that he felt he could not allow himself to be bare-faced before her.

Charles, the second in command of the Knights, had placed his helmet before him, with it facing towards the God-Queen. His magnificent armor, with its gleaming silver wings and scales, shone with a radiance, polished just so to reflect Her own.

And lastly, Quinn, the oldest living-and-serving Knight among Her Own, was the chosen Shield Guard, who would be given the honor of the Knights of standing opposite her selected Dragoon, to defend her should any seek to attempt against her in any way.

The four of them were silent, save Andre, who could not suppress a brief, muted utterance, "Praised be the God-Queen, Sarene."

Gabriel would admonish him later for breaking protocol, but he was proud of their statuesque posturing, prostrate before their Queen in submission and devotion. They were prepared to march at a moments notice.