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Sebastian Macrieve

Paladin Prince of Kaarviel

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a character in “Caldomaa: The Paladin and The Princess”, originally authored by Guest, as played by HalliwellSlytherin

Description

Sebastian Macrieve, King of Kaarviel
Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful

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Physiology

Name: Sebastian Benedict "Filio Leonis" Macrieve

Nickname:
  • Paladin Knight Sebastian
  • The Paladin Prince
  • Filio Leonis
  • The Northern Wolf


Sex: Male

Age: Twenty-Four

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: Average

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Normally pale, however currently tanned.

Posture: Noble, straight and perfect

Appearance (Description Optional)

Health: He is in prime health...

Heredity: Many have told him he has inherited his father's strong brow and dashingly charming looks.

Sociology
Class: Nobility

Occupation: King

Education: The wise counsel and teachings of Royal Tutor McLean.

Home life: He grew up knowing his parents didn't love each other, knowing they were thrown together in an instant and perhaps that has given him a negative idea of what marriage and love really is.

Religion: The closest parallel would be Catholic, however his family are devout followers o the Asgardian Gods.

Amusements/hobbies:
  • Jousting
  • Hunting
  • Swordplay
  • Ridding his horse "Mae"

Psychology
Sex life: ACTIVE! he's the king you know, and has been known to bed several women of his court and rumors has it he's even married a few of them under false pretentions.

Moral standards: The Code of Chivalry

Personal premise/ambition: To return to his Kingdom and take back what is his.

Frustrations/chief disappointments: That his sister could trick him so easily.

Temperament: "Some say I have a short fuse, and can not handle bad news. Nonsense! Sure I may have beheaded a few men who gave me rather dreadful news."

Attitude toward life: "Wine is good, women are good, life is good."
Goneril of Rosecrest
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Complexes: He has a tendency to over think somethings and not think about the result on others.

Extrovert/introvert/ambivert: ambivert

Abilities: He is quite the adventurer, swordsmen and Archer.
The Rumors of his family's bloodline of The Beast is a true fact, his ancestor King Kelli gave his soul to The Gods for the power to crush his enemies. This beast has spread throughout the kingdom and his own family. They are Werewolves, beasts of sheer might, cursed to never enter the afterlife and spend eternity on the Gods' Hunting Grounds.

Qualities: "It's good to be the King!"

Character Background:Sebastian was born the eldest son of King Markus the Lion. His father was a fierce worrier and known throughout the three kingdoms as "A Lion amongst men" for his fierceness on the battlefield, and noble intentions off. Members of Markus’ family have since adopted the name Leonis in honor of their kinsman.

His mother on the other hand, was Goneril of Rosecrest a Caldomaaian maiden, whom was taken captive by Kaarvielian troupes when they raided her village. His father, being one of the raiders took the woman for his own upon seeing her beauty. She hated his father for taking her from her home, and never truly forgave him. Something Sebastian never quite understood his mother, but didn't want the same relationship his parents had with his wife. His mother was a known witch of her village with powers of strange and unnatural prospects. Growing up with his mother however, Sebastian never saw any hint of witchcraft in his mother's habits. As far as he was ever concerned she was always a well breed lady who was in the wrong place as the wrong time when she was captured. His fondest memories of her were of her imported gowns and Caldomaaian perfumes his father would have hijacked just for her. She was always a woman of high fashion and statement in society, and as a boy she would tell him stories of her own time in the Caldomaaian court. How true her stories were are some what of a mystery.

Sebastian was raised to take his father’s placed upon his death, from a young age he was placed in a number of training rituals. He was trained to think how the enemy thought to claw his way into their mind and sit there until a time came to strike. He was tutored in academics of course but they pale in comparison, he was always more interested in the thinking methods.

His twin sister Beatrice, on the other hands was more interested in the arcane arts. Magic and wonder things mortal men should never dabble in. He loved his sister but he felt as if she was foolish to dabble in such things.

When Sebastian was nine he took part in the Blood Ritual, the same his father had done when he was his age. The ritual gave him the gift of the beast and menacing creature that would aid him in battle should he need it. He was scared at first, what boy wouldn’t be to be told he had a creature inside him that was a monster. Within those first few months he lashed out at everyone who got on his bad side, including his father. When the last happened the man smacked the boy quickly without a second thought. Since then Sebastian has learned to control his beast.

He was twelve when his father was killed in battle, and his mother died in childbirth with his youngest sibling. The baby Isa died in infancy three months later. Suddenly Sebastian was King; and he had to act like such. His sister and brother Kyran would be tutored away from him, and he would be taught by Royal Tutor McLean. Even though he was King the idea didn't sink into his mind

TBC...
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So begins...

Sebastian Macrieve's Story

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Macrieve Character Portrait: Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa Character Portrait: Princess Genevieve of Caldomaa

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Before our story begins...

Once upon a Time, I believe is a prudent beginning to our tale. Once there was a princess so fair and beautiful that the Gods themselves were missing an angel in the heavens. She was blessed with powers no mage before her could dare imagine, she was able by her sixth birthday to harness the winds, and control the climate. Her father, King Clement II used this as decree that the land of Caldomaa had the perfect climate, and the perfect guardian. Around the same time a prophecy was forged, about the young princess and her extraordinary gift.

The Prophecy reads that the princess would not wed, until a man that was pure of heart and noble in intentions won her heart and that of land that she loved so. It continues to say if the princess were to wed a man she did not love her gifts would disappear, and never return.

Sebastian of Kaarviel

His body lay limply on the satin sheets, his eyes still closed and unmoved. His steel armor that brought him such pride had been taken and he lay there his tartan and kilt the muck and grim still covering within an inch of his body. His mind went back to events the following day, when everything seemed so normal, when he was still King of Kaarviel instead of exiled. How could his sister do this to him? They were one in the same, twins he had thought they shared a stronger bond than this. What could have driven the witch to act so traitorously?

Glass breaking and young girls’ screams filled the Kaarvielian court that night. Such madness had not been seen since the murders of the late King Kelli and his family. Prince Kyran, Sebastian's Loyal Protector and brother was the first to fight his way through the invaders. Sebastian called for a servant to fetch his sword, yet his request fell as the skinny servant fled for his own life. With all the madness he hadn't realized one of the invaders sneaking behind him. With a loud "thumb" he fell to the ground his crown falling to the floor as his brother tried to run to him. Sebastian's eye closed to the madness, still hearing his brother's screams ringing in his ears.

When he awoke he found himself in a ditch, aching in pain when the fair Desdemona found him. He didn't know who she was, but her smile gave him hope. He felt as if God had sent an angel down to him, when he told her his name she was set aback and it wasn’t until she reviled hers that he found out why. Now he lay on the bed in his enemy’s castle, so close to ending the war yet he can't move without his rib screaming in pain. He opened his eyes to reveal a shape above him…

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Macrieve Character Portrait: Princess Genevieve of Caldomaa

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Genevieve looked over the edge of her book at the man who lay in the bed. It would be Desdemona who had found him, Genevieve thought bitterly, muttering a quick prayer of apology for her envy. He was a handsome man, she could see that much, despite the injuries that marred his face. Finishing her study of the man, she returned to her book, fulfilling her promise to Desdemona to stay by his side until she returned. It wasn't a chore to watch over him, she just wished she had a more comfortable chair to read in.

Genevieve turned the page, the crinkle of paper amplified in the otherwise silent room. She heard a stirring from the bed and quietly closed her book, placing it on the floor by her feet. She sat up a little straighter, folding her hands in her lap, "Do not be alarmed my good sir," she said calmly,"I am Genevieve, Desdemona's sister," she continued by way of introduction, "How do you feel..." It was then Genevieve realised she did not know this man's name. Desdemona had neglected to mention it, "I'm sorry, I don't know your name, Desdemona never told me."

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"He was injured, Father, I had to." Desdemona said, defending her actions. Granted, he knew not the man's identity, she was sure to hide that away, however her father was far from pleased that she'd stumbled across an injuried knight of unknown origin. It was that she specifically had come across him, She was the Heiress to the throne as well as the Bronze Goddess to whom kept the climate perfect in Caldomaa, if anything should happened to her, their world would fall to ruin, as many thought. Desdemona believed no such thing.

"I couldn't very well live the man to die, Once he is healed, he'lo be on his way and with a fresher outlook on Caldomaa. The more allies the less enemies." She pointed out and soon she was dismissed with the man's actions and such now her responsiblity.

She figured as much.

She made her way toward the infirmary, where Genevieve sat with Sebastian. Hopefully, Genevieve was still young enough not to know of all the Royals, Desdemona had years and years of those lessons.

Desdemona entered the room, quietly, just as Sebastian seemed to only just awakened, Genevieve had already begun to speak to him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name, Desdemona never told me." Genevieve had said and Desdemona thought quickly.

"Bastian. Sir Bastian." She said softly, she wanted to tell her young sister the truth but that was a conversation for another time....hopefully. "My apologies, Dear Sister, Father was very cross with me, I should have told you sooner." She said, leaning over and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. She loved her sister, she knew it was hard for Genevieve in her shadow, given her ablitlies, the Prophecy, and her being the heir to the throne, so Desdemona made it a point to keep her sister as happy as humanly possible, so that Genevieve knew that, even though the world's eyes were on Desdemona, all she cared about was her baby sister.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Macrieve Character Portrait: Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa Character Portrait: Princess Genevieve of Caldomaa

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Sebastian smirked gently, he didn't know why he thought it was funny, in all fairness it was probably practical that Desdemona hadn't revealed his identity. "Tis fine my lady," he said gently wincing slowly, "It only hurts when I view such enchanting creatures." he said in his own form of flattery in which he knows full well for. "I am called Sebastian" he said lifting his hand to her's. His accent was harsh speaking the "S" in the way of a "C" and a thick presence of an “R” and so “Sebastian” became “Sir Bastian” a common Kaarveilian trait.

His tunic revealing the Macrieve crest; a wolf howling on a field of Azule.

"May I ask for a drink?" he asked the girl looking into her deep blue eyes. She was very pretty much like what he remembered of Desdemona. One thing can be said about Clement, he had fine looking daughters. Just then Desdemona had come in, with a strange air about her. She had been speaking with her father, no doubt a horrible turn of events. Perhaps he was throwing him out now.

“Your father is very lucky to have such beautiful daughters.” He said gently.

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Desdemona had to stop the urge to flinch as Lord Sebastian spoke his true name.

"The pride of men...."

She sighed heavily. Hopefully her sister would not make the connection before she could tell her herself.

He then asked Genieieve for a drink and she sighed. "We have one sent for you. Sir Knight." She said emphasizing his place here. He had to know it was for his own protection. She concealed his identity as best she could, though she overlooked his tunic, damn near giving away his origin. She wondered how common a name like Sebastian was. Could someone easily connect that crest and the name together? She hoped not. Goddess only knows what her father would do to him...or her. She'd be exiled....if she were lucky.

She wanted Sebastian to know that he was to just be Bastain, not Sebastian. And a Knight not a King, and had to act as such. As in not asking a Princess to fetch him a drink like she were a chambermaid.

"Your father is very lucky to have such beautiful daughters." Desdemona folded her arms, sinking her face into her palm.

Does he not know he could just as easily be inprisoned here?


"The ego of men..."

"Sir Knight, Your flattery is appreciated but not needed, save your strength." She told him, hushing him in the nicest possible way. She gave Geneieve a look, as if to say. 'We need to talk.'

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Genevieve raised an eyebrow, "Enchanting creature? Well, that's certainly a new one by me. But if my presence causes you such discomfort, perhaps I should leave?" She asked, a small smile tugging at her lips. She didn't want to leave him but she was curious to see his reaction. Before he could answer, Desdemona came gliding into the room, her regal air in place, as always. She seemed upset about something. Genevieve retrieved her book from the floor, ready to leave if Desdemona wished to speak with Bastion alone.

"Your father is very lucky to have such beautiful daughters," Bastion spoke up from his bed. Genevieve almost rolled her eyes. Beauty was all well and good, but it would only get you so far she found. "Well, that all depends on your point of view, doesn't it?" She said, her voice soft, masking the challenge her words held.

"Sir Knight, your flattery is appreciated but not needed, save your strength," Desdemona shushed Bastion, before giving Genevieve a look the younger sister knew all too well.

Genevieve rose from her chair, "Excuse me Sir Bastion, I must take my leave," she smiled, "I would not wish to cause you any further discomfort." She walked tall, with purpose, out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. She waited by the door for Desdemona to appear. "You wished to speak with me?" She asked when her sister emerged from the room.

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Desdemona smiled at the King. "Pardon me, I will be with you shortly." She told him. She had a few words for him as well, but another time for that.

First things first.

She walked out the door, gently shutting it behind her.

"You wished to speak to me." Genevieve asked and Desdemona took her hands in hers and began a slow walk.

"Yes," She said with a sigh and began. "What I am about to tell you is of the upmost importance and it requires a great deal of animinity." She paused, praying to the goddess that she could trust her baby sister.
"That man, He is not a knight but a--" She looked around the empty corridor. "--a King. The King of Kaavtaoir. King Sebastian." She said, closing her eyes. "Before you completely tear into me, about allowing the enemy of our people even live, let alone bring him into the palace, He was injured, he could hardly keep conscious and besides if we treat him kindly now, we may have an ally in him rather then an enemy. It was foolish I know but I couldn't leave a man to die. God would never forgive me," She said, all i one breath even though she wasn't Catholic, It didn't matter though, the Goddess would be none to pleased either. " Alright, Let me have it." She said, bracing herself for the earlashing, she was sure she would receive.

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Genevieve looked at her sister, bug-eyed, waiting for the punchline which never arrived. Despite herself, Genevieve began to laugh, "You honestly expect me to believe that Sir Bastion is King Sebastian. Ha, oh that's a good one," She looked at her sister. Desdemona's face remained unchanged. Realisation swept over Genevieve in a cold wave, "You're being serious?" Genevieve looked up and down the corridor. Satisfied there was no one to hear them, she continued, "Are you out of your mind?" She whispered although her voice was harsh, "You have actually taken leave of your senses. What on Earth possessed you to think it was a good idea to bring him here? Father would kill us if he found out who Bastion was," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and trying to comprehend Desdemona's reasoning for bringing King Sebastian here, of all places.

Feeling calmer, she allowed herself continue, "He can stay and I will keep it secret from Father, but if he finds out, I will not lie for you and plead ignorance," Genevieve turned to leave, but turned back to her sister, "And if I even suspect that he is planning something that I don't like, I am going straight to Father and telling him everything. You had better hope this ends well Des."

Genevieve teetered on the spot, deciding whether or not she had finished speaking. Deciding that she had said all that she needed to on the subject, she straightened her back, "If you should need me, I will be in the library, or the chapel, I'm not sure yet." She told Desdemona as she strode down the corridor.

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Sebastian looked between the two sisters as they talked, he had meant no disrespect. He was struck for words something like this has never happened to him. All he muster was a slight “what?” he dumb founded, he’s never met a woman who replied that way to him before. Perhaps as he thought about it, they were all just afraid of his power and reacted as such. Before he knew it both women were out of the room and he was left to his own thoughts.

Even if he was wounded, he knew he had the perfect opportunity to take the castle. If he could just contact Kyran to raise the armies, and yet what would become of Princess Desdemona? If he betrayed her kindness what just act would that bring? He had to hold his tongue and keep his name out of contact. As much as he hates it, he had to deny himself in order to stay true. What a twisted web this was?

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Sebastian watched as Desdemona entered the room once again, his eyes watching her carefully as she spoke to him. Her expression seemed stressed and he could figure why. She was putting herself at such a risk, with him just being there he was putting her out of sorts. She told him not to anger her sister and a rather surprised expression appeared on his face.

“Have I offended her?” he asked gently, “If not then why would you assume, am I not charming?” he smiled gently unable to contain his laughter. Wincing fiercely he forgot his ribs, ‘Damn” he uttered, “damn inconvenience!” His eyes looked up at the princess and sighed, "If I am too much of a danger why bring me here?" he asked gently still half thinking this was all just a trap.

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"Have I offended her?" Desdemona smiled. "No, she is just a tempermental soul, she'll come around." She said softly. "If not then why would you assume, am I not charming?"He said and they both shared a laugh until he winced in pain. Desdemona gently placed a hand down on his chest, unphased by his curse words. "Damn!" He spat at his own condition. "Damn inconvenience!" He barked but then he eased as looked up at here. "If I am too much of a danger why bring me here?"

"By the Goddess, if I only knew." She thought and the answer came to her. "It is against what I believe in to leave an injuried man to die alone in a ditch. I care very little where you are from, whose crest you wear, all I care for is that when you are in my land, you will be looked after. I understand the dangers but as did Jesus and his disciplines." She said. She always found that part of the tale to be inspiring, to stand up for what one believes in, against all odds. "I just hope that you remember my kindess when it is my time to reign, should I last that long..." She said but that last thought was meant to be just a thought, not be spoken aloud.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sebastian Macrieve Character Portrait: Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa Character Portrait: Princess Genevieve of Caldomaa

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Sebastian smiled gently, he found the young girl's words confronting. Although he would like to believe he would have done the same if the situation were reversed he can't say he would have. He wouldn't have killed her, but he would have used her as a ploy to ransom some demands towards her father. "I'm sorry if I find that hard to believe" he said slowly. "I was raised in a different way than you, such kindness to me seems impossible coming from a Caldomaaian." That last bit he didn't intend to say out loud, and quickly apologized for it. "I am sorry, The war has lasted long and I forget my manners."

He sighed thinking how easier it would be had he been left in a ditch back home, he wouldn't have to hide his identity nor be subjected to a possible beheading. Of course he wasn't afraid to die so much as force his people into another hundred years with this bloody conflict. He himself was starting to bore of war and several of his advisors had talked about peace.

"Princess, tell me this." he said gently, and in a sincere tone. "How am I depicted in your culture? I've ruled Kaarviel since i was a boy, your people have no doubt given me a cruel nickname." he smiled delighted as if he was hearing a story of a big bad wolf, which in turn he supposed he was. "Please be honest, it's not everyday you get to hear what your enemies think of you."

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"I'm sorry if I find that hard to believe." He said and Desdemona nodded. Of course it was. "I was raised in a different was than you, such kindness to me seems impossible coming from a Caldomaaian." Desdemona was taken aback by that but forgave it, the things she heard of his people were...

"I am sorry, The war has lasted long and I forget my manners."


"It is forgiven." She said solemnly.

"Princess, tell me this." He said, his tone lighter. "How am I depicged in your culture? I've ruled Kaarviel since I was a boy, your people have no doubt given me a cruel nickname." He said and Desdemona swallowed.

"My Lord, I-"

"Please be honest, It's not everyday you get to hear what your enemies think of you."

Desdomona sighed, suddenly feeling her chest tighten in her corset.

"Well, My Lord, You....well, Hm." Desdemona cleared her throat.

"Amoung the men, you are a brutish thoughtless man with many names, I dare not speak as a Princess, but in one, you are said to be a child of the Devil. " She said, her face blushing at the thought. "As for the women,
...It is said that you take maidens to your chambers, steal their maidenhood and send them off to brothels. Those rumors could not be true, as you haven't tried to slip your hand under my skirt despite how close my legs are to her uninjured side." She said, her face falling even. "I do not let a person's so-called reputation to preceed them. I much prefer to learn who you are in my own experience."


"What do they say of me in Kaarviel, you mentioned the legends, surely they have names for me. I've heard a few from other lands. The Bronze Witch, Weather Witch, and a few that as a Princess I dare not say."She said with a small giggle. "What do they call me there?"

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“Child of the Devil? You say” he was intrigued, “That is interesting, I rather like it.” He struck a devilish smile. "I need to remember that one, I may use it" he jested and she continued. He dare not reply to the second part of her monologue, for it was half true. He did take many a maiden's virginity. Yet never by force, women had always lifted her skirts willingly. "I thank you for having an open mind." he said gently as she responded with her own request.

"Well" he sighed looking at her delicate face, "I can assure you they hardly do you any justice." true in full, the names were half baked. "Your father is called a Tyrant, and you and your sister are known as the Daughters of Hecate.” He said softly. He sighed, “Petty jabs, childish really” he said softly not reviling he started half of those names himself when he was a lad. “There are more, of course but hardly words a woman such as yourself could handle.”

He smirked softly, “I hate laying here” he said in a huff, “I need fresh air…”

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"Well,"Sebastian began and Desdemona sat up straight, as a child would as they listened to a story. "I can assure you they hardly do you any justice." He said and Desdemona realized she'd quickly grown accustom to his charming quips and flattering lines, quite quickly. It was odd.

"Your father is called a Tryant." No surprise there. "And You and your sister are known as the Daughters of Hecate." Desdemona scoffed. "The Witch Goddess? How curious, clearly they know little of Greek Mythology, she was also said to be the Goddess of the Moon. One of at least." She said with a laugh. That was probably the one she thought most comical. Most were hurtful. "Petty jabs, childish really."

"Indeed."

"There are more, of course but hardly words a woman such as yourself could handle," he said and Desdemona took slight offsense but let it go. She knew of which she spoke.

Devil's Whore

Satan's Succubus.
There were many but the one that hurt the most were the ones that questioned her legitimacy. Most would prefer to see Genevieve take the throne because of the low class her mother had come from.

"I hate laying here."He said with the most hansome of smirks, breaking her from her thoughts. "I need fresh air."

Desdemona decided to teach this prideful man a playful lesson.
"I suppose that was a statement rather then a request?" She said challengingly. "A request in such a manner will bear no fruit, Sir Knight" She told him with a smirk of her own and an arched eyebrow.

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Genevieve flounced into the chapel, finding that the quiet surroundings lifted her anger and confusion. She had always found that she felt a sense of inner calm whenever she was in the chapel. She walked slowly to the alter, flinching every time her footsteps echoed around the room. Genevieve gently knelt down in front of the alter and crossed herself, allowing God to hear her words.

"My Lord," she started in a quiet voice, speaking down into her hands, "you know the identity of the man my sister has brought to us and you know why it is dangerous for all of us. Please, Lord, allow this man to heal well, to be strong again. Our kingdoms may not be allies, but I would loathe to see the man die in our care, so please, grant us his health. And protect my sister from him. I have heard tell of Sebastian's sinful ways with women and I pray that my sister does not fall foul of him Lord. I do not care for myself, whatever your will is for me, I will follow it, but please, protect my sister from him. Grant her the power of mind to hold him at a distance and to not fall for his kind words. Thank you."

Genevieve crossed herself again and rose to her feet. She looked at the painting of Jesus's crucifixion. He had such sad eyes. How much must he have loved mankind to suffer so terribly for them? She drew her eyes away from the sad painting and left the chapel.

Genevieve folded herself into the corner of the library, hoping that none of the scholars would spot her. Usually, she enjoyed verbally sparring with them, but today she felt no inclination to speak with them. As she turned the pages of the book, Genevieve knew she wasn't concentrating on the words before her. She should be with her sister, with Desdemona. Not here, filling her mind with a book she had already read. She placed the book back on the shelf and started on her way back to the infirmary.

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“You are rather funny,” Sebastian remarked, “Greek Mythology What is this Greek?” he asked unaware of any country in their world resembling such a name. “I was referring to the Ancient Elven Goddess of Destruction and Trickery.” He smirked feeling slightly numb in the face. It is as if her knowledge of the world around them was directly linked to another world. “Another name they call you is, Loki’s Mistress.” He said in a more relax tone.

“You are a wicked one, fair princess.” He smirked, “To deny an ill man the temptress of the sun.” he smirked, he had no intention of changing hi ways. At least not wail it was just the two of them.

“Temptress…” he laughed, “I forgot that one…” he said in a small chuckle.

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Genevieve entered the room in time to hear Sebastian inform Desdemona of a name for her, Loki's Mistress. Genevieve leaned against the doorframe, "If they call my sister Loki's Mistress, I daren't imagine what they must call me," she shook her head, whispering the name under her breath in disbeleif.

"You are a wicked one, fair princess, to deny an ill man the temptress of the sun." So there had been no change in his temprament while she had been gone. He was still an insufferable flirt. "Temptress... I forgot that one." Sebastian said with a soft chuckle.

Genevieve detached herself from the doorframe, tiring of listening to the names Sebastian's people had for her. She stood by her sister, "Desdemona!" She said in a mock scolding voice, "how could you deny a man the basic pleasure of the sun?" She grinned at her sister. She turned her attention to Sebastian, "Perhaps I could accompany you outside? If you have no objections that is? No doubt the fresh air and sunshine will do you good."

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Desdemona nodded. "Curious." She replied, apparently where he is from Hecate is something else. No matter.

"Another one they call you is Loki's Mistress." He said and she laughed. She knew of Loki.

"You are a wicked one, fair princess, to deny an ill man the temptress of the sun."

Sebastian spoked and Desdemona rolled her eyes, not a very polite thing to do but it seems manners meant very little when they were together. "Temptress...I forgot that one."Sebastian said and Desdemona grinned.

"I will not deny you, as long as you ask nicely. Northern Wolf."[/b] Desdemona quipped. The name had finally come to her.
"Desdemona!" Genevieve said playfully. "How could you deny a man the basic pleasure of the sun?" Desdemona watched her sister grin, in which she returned until she spoke again. "Perhaps I could accompany you outside? If you have no objections that is? No doubt the fresh air and sunshine will do you good."

Desdemona pursed her lips.

If Father spots him, surely he would recognize his enemy's face.

"We shall all go. I know the perfect place. However. Sir Knight, You can not walk yet, without risking further injury." Sne said and looked around the infirmary. She smiled as she saw a wheeled chair, it was created as her mother lose the ablitly to walk yet still wished to move before she passed on, they've been in use ever since.
She pushed it over and set it beside the bed. "Here, you shall use this." she said. "Now, I'll assist you inside but move slowly, you are fair from healed." she ordered him and she held out her hands for him to used to steady himself.

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Sebastian smiled as he herd “Northern Wolf” she had no idea where that one came from, she couldn’t have if only she knew the secret he kept from the world. Before he could say another word Genevieve entered and offered to take him outside, “I am very happy to hear that my lady.” He said, as Desdemona offered to go as well, “Two beautiful women at my side how can a man not accept.” He said charmingly.

As Desdemona wheeled a wooden chair to the bed, her nodded and slowly got up and into it wincing as he set his but down. He half wanted to see his enemy on this little trip, as he had never seen the man’s face previously. A hundred years of war and he didn’t even know the man he was fighting how funny. He thought to himself.

“I am ready…” he stated, “and I am very thankful.” He added gently, his manner very proud and noble, that he could not help it was the way he was taught to sit.

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"Two beautiful women at my side how can a man not accept."

He was insufferable sometimes, really.

Smiling thinly, Desdemona assisted him into the chair and smiled down at him. He was something else, this man. There was something about him that made her feel...
"I am ready..." He said and Desdemona arched an eyebrow, though he could not see her as she stood behind him her hands on the handles of the wheeled chair. " and I am very thankful." He added and Desdemona smiled. "Very well then, we shall be off. I know a perfect place, we shouldn't be bothered there." She said, and lead them both outside toward a large garden with a grass maze that lead out into the forest, Desdemona used to play here with her mother as a child, and once her mother grew ill, she too would guide her in her chair through the large maze and out into the forest.

"Enough sun and fresh air for you?" She asked, as she could drop or raise the temperature a little should he requ- no, should he humbly ask it.

He may be King, but she would be sure to make him remember to whom's land he was in.

Desdemona did have her mother's determination, something her father both love and loathed at the same time.

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Sebastian looked at the gardens and took a deep breath closing his eyes, it was cold outside a brisk winter's chill that always came in the mists of autumn. It was perfect, it felt like a Kaarvielian Summer, his eyes imagined the rolling hills of the North, the dew dropped glistening grass that covered them, and lastly the voice of the howling winds. He smiled softly in his little vision, and opened his eyes. "Tiss a beautiful day." he replied as the wheelchair drove over some muck and mud.

The grey sky above him lacked in color and even the flowers started to go into their sleep. Lords and ladies of the court passed them for awhile, but once they reached the gardens he stopped seeing their faces. 'Odd' he thought, 'She must really be afraid of her father if she is going though this length to make me hidden. He really must be a tyrant then.' he sighed.

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Genevieve followed behind Desdemona and Sebastian, feeling increasingly useless now that her sister had decided to tag along. why couldn't Desdemona have just stayed behind? She wasn't stupid, she knew she would have to keep Sebastian hidden from their father. but no, Desdemona had to come along and had to push the wheelchair, leaving Genevieve with nothing to do other than follow and look pretty. It was a particularly beautiful day though, she had to admit. Even by Desdemona's high standards, it was wonderful. Not for the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last, Genevieve felt horribly inferior to her sister. It would happen every time she stepped outside. She would be reminded of her sister's gift and then she would realise that, compared to Desdemona, she was just an ordinary woman with little more to offer than a pretty face to look at and a title to hold.

Genevieve sighed and pushed the sad thoughts from her mind. While she may only be second in line, for the time being she was her sister's equal. And when the time came for her sister to take the throne, Genevieve would be there, as an advisor perhaps. She wouldn't allow herself to be completely useless to her sister during her reign. The throne would never be her's, unless Desdemona died childless, but that didn't mean she had no influence over Caldomaa.

Genevieve quickened her step so that she was in line with Sebastian, "Humour me, Sir Bastion," She started, maintaining the charade she had agreed to keep for her sister's sake, "If they speak of our dear Desdemona in such a way, what do your people say of me?" She was indeed more than curious. She had always wanted to know what her family's reputation was among other kingdoms, particularly her own reputation.

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"Tis a beautiful day." Sebastian replied and Desdemona smiled. "I'm delighted." She said wheeling him down the seemlingly endless corridors of the labyrinth. She felt relaxed as they made their way through, this was a dangerous game she was playing. She wished she could some how quicken his recovering.

Then a thought occured to her. Just as that name of his floated to her mind, she honestly couldn't place where she heard the name, if she had at all. It was how it was sometimes, which was why she was labeled a witch, or sorceress. She sometimes just knew things, as if the goddess gave them to her, as if she sent the name and this thought to her mind.

She looked over as Genevieve spoke about her name elsewhere.

Desdemona knew it would only make her angry, it always bothered her when someone spoke ill of her baby sister.
There were few things that truely angered Desdemona. Someone hurting Geneieve was the only thing that could send Desdemona in a violent rage.

It happened once as childern, foolish boy princes upset her sister, shoved her down, Desdemona was so angry that the sand below his feet sunk into a deep pit or deep for a child about the age of five.

Probably why she has such a vile names in other lands. She could handle it, she was defending her sister. She'd never apologize for that.


((Edit! Sorry, phoniex, It seems we posted at the same time ^-^))

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Sebastian watched the day unfold as Princess Genevieve came up to him and inquired about how she was depicted in Kaarviel. He gleamed softly, "My brother always described you as 'A Rose among Thorns' of course Kyran was always the poet when it came to finding perfect words." He said softly, "as for others they call your a Princess Tigerlilie fierce yet sweet." he added. He couldn't help but feel strange after all horrible names he had told Desdemona about before, but in actuality his people had no squabbles with the second in line of the Caldomaaian thorne, only those of a Tyrant and a Witch.

They came to a large oak tree, nesting near a pound Sebastian smiled "What I would not give for a swim now." he said softly, not thinking of the slight naughtiness that he was inclining to. Slowly he stood from the chair, tired of sitting his eyes wincing in pain, and he back arched as he made his way to the water.