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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: Princess Genevieve of Caldomaa Character Portrait: Sebastian Macrieve Character Portrait: Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa
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Genevieve watched, dumbfounded as Sebastian made his way to the water. In all honesty, she had been expecting a tirade of vile names. The comparative kindness of her names were a million miles away from what she had been expecting.

"A rose among thorns?" She repeated quietly, still not sure if she had heard Sebastian correctly. If Sebastian was speaking the truth, she had certainly come off much lighter than her sister had, and most likely her father too.

Genevieve looked to Desdemona, understanding at once that her sister had been worried about her reputation. She remembered the incident from when she was a little girl, and struggled to repress a smile. If you were to ask Genevieve to pick just one day to show if her sister loved her, she would pick that day. For all their petty arguments, she knew that there was no one who would love her like Desdemona. No matter what happened, Desdemona was always there. A guiding hand throughout everything.

"See sister, you had no need to worry," She gently embraced Desdemona, "And you never need to. I can handle a few names. They're just words from people who do not know us. They mean nothing."

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Desdemona looked shocked, as Sebastian made his way toward the water, she had expected the worse, but honestly, she couldn't be too surprised. Even the Caldomaa preferred Genevieve to her, just due to the fact that she was like them, something they understood. Desdemona was beyond them, and they tended to shrink away.

Desdemona smiled thinnly. She knew there were times, Geneieve envied her, or even hated her, however brief but Desdemona envied her sister's freedom, her sister's normality, and her ability to be herself. Desdemona had to be careful, not to create more enemies, simply out of fear of what she could do. She was kept inside of Caldomaa in the fear that others would attack her, and steal her ability from her. Genevieve could travel, if she so wished but at the same time, Desdemona believed people would try and attack her sister, simply because she was her sister.

Desdemona had too much on her plate and she wished she could lighten the load.
"A rose amoung thorns." Geneiveve said and Desdemona smiled. "You are a rose, dearest sister. Atleast they got something right." She said with a giggle, it was then Geneiveve pulled her into an embrace. "See sister, you have no need to worry," She said. "And you never need to. I can handle a few names. They're just words from people who do not know us. They mean nothing." She told her and Desdemona hugged her back. "How correct you are, Sister." She said softly and pulled back, she placed a hand on her sister's porcelain cheek, her own hand a stark contrast. "Let's keep this man from killing himself, Shall we?" She said snd turned to Sebastian, her hands on her lips.

"You are going to get yourself killed, You are hardly in a heathly enough state to swim." She chided him, as she rushed over. She took his arm and helped him toward the pond. "You are my responsiblity, should anything happen to you..." She said but didn't finish.

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As the two sisters quelled amongst themselves Sebastian looked up at the mountains in the far, he grinned gently they were so close and yet miles away. “Korvister” he uttered gently knowing the name of every mountain in the Korsten Tundrea. He grunted in agony as Desdemona took his arm. Braking away he snapped, “You would find yourself in trouble.” He said “I know, I know, and I will be dead before the hangman can catch a glance.” He sighed in angst, “But please, let me just look at this.” He pointed to the mountains peeking up from behind the trees.

The Korvister Mountain was the largest mountain in Kaarviel; it was slightly smaller than the great Elven twins in the southern part of Caldomaa yet still possessed a mystic of the ages. “My body may be here” he said, “But my heart and soul live only in The Tundra.” He spoke patriotically. Looking to Desdemona carefully, “This isn’t doing me anything good, I think we should head back inside.” He said with a hint of homesickness.

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"You would find yourself in trouble." He said, finishing her sentence. "I know, I know and I will be dead before the hangman can cathch a glance." He said and Desdemona frowned, stepping away. "But please, let me just look at this."
Desdemona was taken aback by his sudden seriousness. She stood there, her hands had fallen to her side as she watched him gaze out at the mountains in a way she did when her wander lusting soul got the better of her. There were days she wanted to leave, just go someplace other then edge of the Caldomaa, her gilded cage.
"My body may be here," he said, "But my heart and soul live only in the Tundra." He said, pride for his country evident in his voice. She sighed, did she trapped him here as well. Maybe the two of them were more alike then she first gathered. Maybe the Goddess guided her to him, allowed her to finally meet a kindred spirit. He turned to her and she blinked a few times. "This isn't doing me anything good, I think we should head back inside." He said and Desdemona nodded. "Understood." She said, all of her playfulness gone from her voice. She felt bad for him and wished she could hasten hi recovering somehow. She would have to refer to one of her mother's books of medicine, there should be something to help him recover and return home. "Do you wish to walk on your own, or would like that the wheeled chair?" She said solemly.

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Sebastian nodded gently, "I think I should sit." he said waling slowly to the chair, and sitting down. He didn't like to be pushed around like this, but his ribs... they were bothering him once again and he doesn't think he can make it back to the room. "Thank you," he looked at both girls, and sighed. "Thank you." his tone was silent now not nearly the flirtatious one he had on just a minute ago. He was getting tired and in a great deal of pain, he didn't feel like flirting right now, something he never thought would happen.

"Two little princesses
Dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely
On their little toes
Where the light will take them
There's only one who knows
Two little princesses
Dancing in a row"


Uttering the words in a breathless sigh, it was an old Kaarveilian nursery rhyme one of his favorites as a child. Was he regressing, recalling simpler times when he wasn't King and just a boy? Perhaps, he was perhaps his mind was thinking of a simpler time when he didn't always think about war and invading.

He closed his eyes, and wanted to sleep the pain woke him up however and he grunted.

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Genevieve kept an eye on Sebastian as they made their way back to the palace. He seemed to be in a great deal of pain, his face giving him away as Desdemona pushed him along. He looked tired too. She bit her lip, thinking of what she could do to help him. Their little excursion had been her idea, but Genevieve hadn't intended for them to go so far from the palace, not while Sebastian was in such a fragile state. She knew she couldn't speed up the recovery, no, the body was it's own master and would heal in it's own good time. But surely there was something that could be done to help him feel a little more comfortable. She would have to consult one of the healers when they got back to the palace, see if a sleeping draught would be of any help to him.

"Pretty little rhyme," Genevieve said absently when Sebastian had finished uttering the words. The words weren't familiar to her, so she assumed it was a rhyme from his homeland. Either that, or she had forgotten it among the knowledge she had since crammed into her head. Either was possible.

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Sebastian slowly nodded to Desdemona's question, his eyes slowly dropping again. "Why are you spinning princess?" he asked as he watched the two girls spin before his eyes, It was a strange weird sensation his eyes fluttering closed, his head dropping on to his shoulder. Completely passed out, his mind went wandering... he thought back to his childhood once more and manly his sister. Her sinister smiled, and way with absurd words. Memories rushing past his mind, his mother, father, friends, lovers, and then he realized he didn't have anyone truly close with anymore. Sure he had lovers, flings and such however the only person he could trust was his brother.

One the Caldomaaian Border...

An Army of soldiers marched from the tundra, there swords held high as the leader charged into the lowlands. as they moved though the countryside they pillaged villages taking prisoners as ransom for their King. "Clement has captured King Sebastian" as man dressed in an officer uniform. "My brother will be brought back to his throne!" the man yelled as a sea of approval chanted.

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Genevieve left Sebastian in Desdemona's capable hands. She swept around the room, as if she were driven by some unseen force, gathering various medicinal ingredients, bathing his wounds which had become infected.

Genevieve closed the door queitly as she could, not wanting to disturb Sebastian any further. She wondered if anyone else knew he was here, if his own people knew of his whereabouts. Would they misread the situation? Assume they had taken him hostage, that his wounds were their doing. Genevieve sighed, the sooner that man was gone, the better. There would be less to worry about if he wasn't here in the first place. She cast her gaze skywards, "What are you up to?" She wondered aloud. More to the point, why was Desdemona calling Sebastian her sweet king? She couldn't be.... Already? Could she? No, that would be impossible.

Genevieve's thoughts chased each other around her head as she made her way to her room. She quickly changed into her riding gear and headed down to the stables. She checked the straps on the saddle before swinging herself into the seat. She already felt more at ease, her troubles floating away as she settled Raiden into a steady rhythm. Most of the time, Genevieve let Raiden pick his own way through the land, the relationship between horse and rider working on a deeply instinctive level. Her head snapped up when she realised how far they were from the palace. The sun was moving deeper to the west, "Raiden, you're going to get me into trouble." She murmured, running her fingers through the horse's mane. She turned Raiden round, making her way back to the palace at a quicker pace than when she had left. She heard a roar of men echo around the plains. Fear turned her blood to ice.

Genevieve dug her heels into Raiden's flanks, urging the horse to move faster, praying she would be home before dark or at least build up enough speed that whatever was behind her would be unable to catch her. She continued praying for her safety as Raiden's hooves thundered across the ground, tearing up the loose dirt.

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Sebastian's fever broke, however the King still lay sleeping for seven days before waking, his mind drifting in and out of reality and fantasy. Throughout his comatose sleep, he heard the Princess' voice speaking to him asking him to drink and calling him sweet names. His eyes opening slowly to see a string of people running in and out of the informatory, nursemaids, servants rushing around as if it were the end of the world, then again maybe it was. His eyes dashed around the room, looking for something anything that would convince him everything was alright, that’s when he realized he wasn’t in the same room he had been a few days ago. No, this was a different part of the castle all together more men lay in beds around him, there had been a battle of some kind. With that last thought a loud thump thundered, catapults had been sacked upon the castle.
“What is happing?” he asked, looking at the nearest face.

Kyran had marched his armies to the castle where they started a barrage of fire agents Clement and all inside, with only good intentions of revenge and justice sweeping their minds.

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Genevieve looked out over what was now a battlefield, bitter rage coursing through her. She had a good mind to storm down and throw Sebastian to them, whether he died or not was of little concern to her now. The lives of her people were at stake and they took presedence over any foreign king.

Treat them well and you will have an ally. Genevieve scoffed. Show them kindness and you will have a war. How could Desdemona have been so foolish? Genevieve knew she, with all her books, was called on as the more scholarly of the two sisters, but even Desdemona couldn't be this stupid. She had barely spoken a word to her sister all week. No, Desdemona was too preoccupied with Sebastian in any case. She growled in frustration, hating to feel as useless as she did. She knew she should go to father and tell him what Desdemona had done but she could not face Desdemona if she did. God, this was maddening. How was she to know that Sebastian hadn't planned this whole thing? What if he was faking the entire thing? Playing the wounded soldier, distracting the heir, maybe even trying to seduce her, while his brother attacked Caldomaa.

Genevieve turned her back to the window and sunk to the floor. Her head hurt and she felt mentally exhausted. She would never understand Desdemona's mind. She was kind hearted to a fault. Genevieve blew her hair from her face. Another rock bludgeoned the wall.

Genevieve went to the room they had moved the sick to. She sought her sister among the crowd. Desdemona looked frail, "Des, go and rest, I'll see to Sebastian."

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Genevieve looked between Sebastian and Desdemona, "Des you need to rest!" She said a little more forcefully, all but pushing her sister into a nearby chair, "If you exert yourself anymore, I'll kill you myself."

She looked at Sebastian. The poor man was in no fit state to do anything, never mind persuade his brother to call off an attack, "You're in no fit state to be going anywhere. And a letter wouldn't help," she thought aloud, " they would simply assume that we had forced you to write the letter," her eyes brightened as she wandered the length of the infirmary, muttering to herself, "I could offer myself as insurance until Sebastian recovers, that might convince them," she fixed her gaze on Sebastian, "would that work? Offering myself as insurance? It would, wouldn't it?" She continued before Sebastian could answer, "They have no grudge against myself and they would see thay we have every faith in your recovery," Genevieve grinned not thinking of the obvious flaws in such a plan.

Suppose Sebastian didn't recover, what would happen to her then? Would they keep her? Kill her? Abandon her? She didn't know. But it would have to be her. Sebastian was too frail, as was Desdemona, who they would most likely kill on sight anyway. The same went for their father. No, it would have to be her. Genevieve smiled as brightly as she could at her sister, "It's not brilliant, but it's all I can think of."

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"We are being attacked...by your people...." He herd the strain in Desdemona’s voice, she was nervous, scared as any woman would be in her position. “Aye, I would do the same if circumstances were reversed.” He said gently, lifting his head up and wincing in pain, his ribs had yet fully healed. “I need to go then…” he said fiercely wincing as he attempted to get up. Falling back he grunted, “Do you think you may be able to clear the room princess?” he asked knowing his inner beast would be able to withstand the pain. “Or get me to a secluded place?” he asked not wanting anyone see his little secret. As he spoke that last line, Genevieve came in he knew she wasn't here for pleasantries he wouldn't have either.

"No need Princess I will leave as I am sure you would like me to..." he spoke to Genevieve, again trying and failing to raise form the bed. A nurse looking over with wide eyes, "Is he insane?" she mocked looking at the injured man, and rushed to the bedside forcing him to lay down and relax, "This Siege will not last long" she said.

"But it will" Sebastian grumbled.

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Desdemona looked at Genevieve with horror, "You are supposed to be the sane one, Geni," She said, struggling to breathe, "You cannot give yourself to them. You are a woman, do you have any idea what they will-" Genevieve knew fine well what could happen to her. But it was a small price to pay for the sake of saving her people.

"No need, Princess, I will leave as I am sure you would like me to..." Sebastian tried to rise from the bed. His strength failed him and he fell back into the bed.

"I would very much like you gone, but like I said, you're in no fit state to be going anywhere right now."

"We have to go now," Desdemona spoke up, rising from the seat. Genevieve sighed. Desdemona was going to end up getting herself killed at this rate. Desdemona helped Sebastian into the wheelchair "Genevieve," She knew by the use of her full name that Desdemona was not in a mood to be argued with, "We as Princesses cannot be captured. They may not kill you or even harm you much, but they'll certainly strip my power from me."

"All the more reason for me to go!"

"We have to go, I know the perfect place," Desdemona said, staying annoyingly calm. Desdemona pushed Sebastian through the palace, Genevieve following. As they crossed the Grand Hall, a boulder crashed into the wall, knocking debris everywhere. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Genevieve saw Desdemona being knocked to the ground. She hurried to her sister's side, not caring much for whatever state Sebastian was in right now. Genevieve saw the blood staining Desdemona's corset, "I have to go Des, whatever may happen to me is a small price to pay if it saves live," She looked around them, "MEDIC!" She screamed.

A healer came running to the clearly distressed Princess, "My sister... the debris..I..." Words failed Genevieve. The healer placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Do not worry my dear," His voice was soothing, "She will be cared for."

Genevieve nodded. She looked to Sebastian, "Make sure you take Sir Bastion back too, I don't know what state he'll be in." The healer nodded sympathetically. Genevieve scrambled to her feet, making her way back to Sebastian, "For the love of God, you had better stay alive," her words carried more venom than she had ever realised she was capable of. She left Sebastian to the healers, heading to one of the less obvious exits from the castle. Every step she took, the sense that this was sheer madness grew.

Genevieve straightened her back and strode to a group of men who were preparing a catapult, "Who leads this army?" She asked, her voice carrying all the authority that came with royal blood.

The men stopped for a second, looking around one another, unsure of who this woman was. One of them, a young man, little more than a boy really, stepped forward, "Lord Kyran leads this army my lady." Kyran.... so it was his brother leading this army. She should have known it would lead to this.

She folded her arms, smiling at the young soldier, "Well, my good sir, you can tell Lord Kyran that Genevieve of Caldomaa wishes to speak with him." He looked at her, shocked, "Or, you could take me to him if you are incapable of following such simple instructions."

The soldier recovered his composure, "I.. uh, this way My Lady."

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‘Crash,’ the chair tilted to its side pushing Sebastian to the ground, his eyes searched for Desdemona when they at last found her he noticed she was hurt. Closing his eyes he fell out of sync with the world, this was happing he couldn’t control it any longer. Desdemona was hurt, he could not move in this form and he had to find his brother.

Geneviève’s voice echoed into existence and the man opened his eyes to see the girl huddling by her sister. She paid little attention to him, but that was to be expected; she was in crises mood. He heard the word ‘Medic’ and within minutes two nurses came to their aid. The older looking one with grey hair and green eyes started to tend to The Princess, wail the younger of the two yet not young enough to be called such came to his, trying to get him back in the chair. Geneviève had disappeared, and he could her Desdemona’s voice screaming for her sister.

"You can stop this, Sebastian!” he heard the girl cry and beg, she was right he could he could stop this in an instant. He just had to, let go…

His eyes turned yellow, as he looked at the nurse and slight growl hissed in their direction. The woman stepped back, confused as the man struggled on the floor. He was losing his mind, losing control of the beast the call of a worrier as his father called it, the making of a great king, and man. Hair spouted from his ears as they formed cone shapes, screaming in pain the man started to change before their eyes. His body was transforming, in a sense he was slowly dying as bones twisted and formed in new places. Soon he stopped screaming but not out of a lack of pain, if anything he was in more pain then before. Yet out of the inability to make another noise, his vocal cords were twisting form new pitches and destroying others. His healing ribs cracked and crinkled once more, and formed in a new way different than before.

Standing before them, he stood on all fours the women gasped it was the wolf of legends, the Great Northern Wolf who sacked towns and raped women. It was then his identity was reviled, and a man gasped. “It’s King Sebastian!”

The black mangy wolf looked at Desdemona who laid unmoved her eyes closed so gently, she was asleep. ‘He looked at the girl she looked so peaceful like an angel.’ his thoughts were interrupted however when a solder shot and arrow at him, the man howled and quickly snatched the man with his claws, not killing him but knocking him to his backside. Soon the wolf was surrounded and he quickly made an exit out of the now crumbled wall. Heading to the forest he had but one goal, find Geneviève… find Kyran…

Kyran of Kaarviel

One of Kyran’s men and small petty boy came to him, “A woman has asked for you.” He said. The Prince sighed, “Tell Ros I am not to be disturbed.” He said looking at the castle, “she is to be entertaining the troops not discussing my tactics.”
“No my lord, tis not Lady McQueen.” He said, which made the Prince break his view, “Then who is it?” he asked.

“Princess Geneviève of Caldomaa.” The man said hesitant.

The man smiled, “The Rose of Thorns?” he asked in a state of awe, and Had Clement sent his daughter to negotiate some sort of peace? What a foolish thing to do; now he had a hostage worthy of recognition.
“Bring the princess to my tent.” He said, “I will see her, and don’t let her leave this camp.” He said as the man went off.

The man found the princess again and said gently, “Prince Kyran will speak with you in his tent.” He said and began to lead the way.

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He found himself running through the forest searching looking for the remnants of the camp. His black fur blowing in the breeze, his beast was free at last but a thought kept pushing him back from complete freedom. ‘Find Kyran… Find Geneviève…’

Kyran looked at the princess, and grunted. "A Fortnight is all you get Princess" he said wanting to grab his blade, but resisting. "I will not have you trying to beg for more time.” His eyes looked at her sharply, gazing her over to ensure himself she was indeed unarmed. 'Never trust a Caledonian' he thought to himself a rather self hating comment in his case, for the reality was he was more Caledonian by birth then Karveilian. His blonde hair and light blue eyes showed of that common trait well, yet Kyran refuses to be referred to as such, in his mind he is Karvielian and nothing else.

"You will stay in Ros' tent." he said as he started to walk to the tent flap. "I'll show you where that is." and waited for her.

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Kyran fell as the princess slapped him; he hadn’t expected such a blow coming from such a small creature. His men looking at the scene in shock; The White Wolf taken to the floor by The Rose of Caldomaa, it was hysterical. The tent filled with laughter as the battered prince scrambled to his feet, his eyes darkened as he looked as Genevieve a hush came over the crowd. His beast was coming out; everyone could see it she had humiliated him in front of his men there was no high dishonor in Kaarviel then that.
The prince’s ears started too misshapen, as hair began to grow rapidly from them. He gave out a low growl in Geneviève’s direction, and just as he was about to snap at her a blade was pressed agents his neck. Looking down, he noticed a hand reaching out to him wearing a red ruby ring of the McQueen clan around its figure.

“Ros…” he grunted.

“No beasts in my tent, I don’t care who you are.” She said in a strong way. “Now put it away or get out.” She said pressing the blade closer to his neck, “you know what this will do.”

Kyran took a deep breath, as his features returned to normal, “Apologies Princess.” He said and walked past the women heading to the back area. Ros looked at the girl and smiled, “It’s alright your highness, nothing shall happen to you here.” She said gently.

In the forest…

The girl walked up to the figure to find a woman, bleeding out and in a great deal of pain. She knew what to do, her mother had taught her how to sustain bleeding, for a time but still she needed a better healer. “Don’t worry” she grinned and tore a piece of her dress and knelt beside her, pushing the cloth over the wound she applied pressure.

Her brother at last caught up, “What happened?” he asked wiping his noise.
“Sebastian,” the girl looked at him, “Run back to the camp and get mother, she’ll know what to do next.” The boy nodded and ran off back into the forest, towards the camp.

The wolf was stalking nearby smelling the trail fresh blood, his big yellow eyes peaked from behind a bush as he watched the young girl tend to Desdemona.

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The yellow eyes watched on as the girl tried to treat the princess’ wounds. She wouldn't make it at this rate that was for certain. He watched as she uttered that she needed him, which by now he already knew. His eyes turned from yellow to blue as his body shifted and twisted back into its human form. Yelps of pain and anguish filled his lungs alerting the girl of his presence.

When he emerged from the bush, he was wearing raggedy trousers, looking nothing like the king he was. Isolda stood up and backed away, her eyes looked frightened. Sebastian knelt down and picked up Desdemona, whispering into her ear. "I have you princess." then looking to the girl.

"Where is your encampment?" he asked.

The Girl pointed to the west, "That way, Great Wolf." she said afraid to call him anything else.

"Lead the way." he said as the girl started back, and he followed knowing they couldn't waste any time.

Meanwhile...

Kyran turned around as Genevieve found him, and began talking. He knew she didn't mean any harm, but she had a right to be angry if anything he was the one who acted dishonorably. "Never apologize for out smarting your opponent princess." he smirked, "you bruised my pride nothing more." he said looking at her feeling a serge of pleasure. She was pretty, no more then pretty she was all Kyran had hoped for in a match, the only problem she was Caldomaaian even if her father wasn't responsible for the kidnapping there was still a war that separated them.

A Scrawny boy came running up to Kyran, he recognized as Ros' son Sebastian, one of twins who like many boys his age was named for the King out of a sign of respect. Much like the boys of his generation all being named Markus, for his father.
"What is the meaning of this boy?" He asked the lad who stopped abruptly in front of them.

"A Lady is hurt in the woods, Isolda sent me to get help."

Kyran looked to the Princess. "A Lady?" he asked slightly confused. As he his twin walked into the camp a little bit after her with a man a woman following her. When the solders saw the man they bowed there heads, Kyran looked at this spectral in astonishment as his brother walked towards him with an unconscious woman in his arms. Kyran was speechless, who was this woman? what did she have to do this this whole thing? He wouldn't in a million years imagine she was the witch of legends, his own brother the king in cahoots with the enemy?

Sebastian walked with Desdemona in his arms, his head held high as he walked among the men who risked so much to find him. "Brother" He spoke to Kyran, "Good to see you in health." he said unable to think of any other words. "You are no doubt confused, I will explain what I know but first we must see that this woman receive treatment."

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Kyran was silent for a moment, "Never apologize for out smarting your opponent princess," he smirked, "you bruised my pride nothing more." he said looking at her in a way she was unfamiliar with. No one in Caldomaa had ever looked at her like that.

A Scrawny boy came running up to Kyran,
"What is the meaning of this boy?" He asked the lad who stopped abruptly in front of them. 

"A Lady is hurt in the woods, Isolda sent me to get help." 

Kyran looked at Genevieve. "A Lady?" he asked slightly confused. Genevieve looked back at him, equally confused. There was no way it could be Desdemona out there. She was too badly injured to make the journey. Just then a little girl, Isolda, Genevieve figured, came into camp, by a man carrying a woman. Genevieve felt her blood run cold.He was carrying Desdemoma. The solders saw the man they bowed there heads and Kyran looked shocked.

Sebastian walked with Desdemona in his arms, his head held high as he walked among the men who risked so much to find him. "Brother" He spoke to Kyran, "Good to see you in health.You are no doubt confused, I will explain what I know but first we must see that this woman recieves treatment."

Genevieve looked at Sebastian, not quite comprehending the fact that he was standing in front of her. He had been at death's door when she left Caldomaa and now here he stood before her, carrying Desdemona in his arms. Genevieve stepped forward, brushing her hand against Desdemona's cheek. Her sister's skin was ashen and cold, her dress stained with blood. "Sister, you are a fool," she looked up at Sebastian, "as are you. You were near death's door when I left."

She stood back and let Sebastian take Desdemona to get the help she desperately needed. "She will be safe here, won't she?" She asked Kyran, fearing for her sister's safety, given the animosity his people held towards her. Genevieve had no idea why she was turning to Kyran for comfort. Ros was the only one who had offered her anything resembling kindness while she'd been here. And yet she turned to Kyran.

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Sebastian watched as Genevieve scolded him, and reviled her sister’s identity. He said nothing to this, but looked at her in shook that she would do this, had she forgotten where they were and the army of men who have spent their lives training to kill her family at all cost. A sea of gasps surrounded them as the men heard this, and Sebastian had to must all his control not to snap at the girl.

Kyran stood confused, “This is The Witch?” he said looking at the girl in his brother’s arms. It didn’t make sense why was he helping her, helping them? They were the enemy, he had seen his brother fight a hundred Caldomaaian men and now the same man is clutching the man’s daughter. What was this world coming to?

Sebastian remained silent as he dodged in to the nearest tent, as to not subdue Desdemona to any more of this. He thought it was quite rude of the men to stare at her like that, but knew the thoughts that must be racing though their minds. Thoughts of murdering the princess and taking revenge on her family.

Kyran followed his brother, but not before looking at Genevieve for a quick moment. “I will follow my brother’s orders, if he wishes no harm to your sister no harm shall come to her by my blade.” He continued. “However if he wishes the opposite, then I am obliged by my honer and duty to follow that order." he told her stringy then continued into the tent, where he watched his brother trying to subdue the bleeding. "Do you need me to fetch a healer, brother?" he asked moving forward.

"No" Sebastian said, "I know who you will call for, and she can not help." he said referring to Ros.

"Why are you doing this for Clement's Daughter?" he asked.

Sebastian looked at Desdemona and said softly, "She did the same for me."

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Genevieve glared after the brothers. Some answer that was, she thought bitterly. It was such an empty answer, placing the blame elsewhere for Kyran's actions. He was his own man, surely he could make his own decisions. Actually that was probably a really bad idea given the circumstances. Sebastian was probably the only thing keeping Desdemona alive. Best that Kyran submitted to his brother in this case. Not wanting to be away from Desdemona any longer than necessary, Genevieve followed Kyran into the tent.

"No, I know who you will call for and she cannot help," Sebastian said to his brother, while trying to stem the flow of blood coming from her sister. Genevieve bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes as she silently willed her sister to recover.

"Why are you doing this for Clement's daughter?" Kyran asked.

"She did the same for me," Sebastian said softly.

Genevieve sat by her sister's side, "We're not all bad Kyran. We are capable of being decent people," she said quietly with some venom in her voice, not looking at the man. Instead, she reached around her sister, loosening the ties of Desdemona's corset. Desdemona looked to be at death's door and her skin was clammy. Genevieve rolled up her sleeves and began gently pressing around Desdemona's wound, careful to avoid Sebastian's hands. She still held him responsible for this, "We need, uhm, we need bandages or some kind of clean fabric to bind the wound." She said, feeling like she was stating the obvious but she felt like something needed to be said. The silence in the tent was suffocating. She held on hand on Desdemon's wound and tried to undo her corset further with the other hand. Corsets made everything so much more difficult, the boning always getting in the way and making life more difficult than it had to be. She managed to slip the corset from around Desdemona, laying it to the side, the damn thing was finally out of the way, "Can someone please get something to bind the wound with?" She snapped, considerably more agitated then she usually was.