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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 Character Portrait: Kyran Macrieve
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Kyran stood by the tent flap, unmoved and silent his eyes never blinking as he watched over the princesses. Day after day passed, healers started to doubt The Princess would ever wake. Sebastian on the other hand believed in the impossible, and every day he sat by the princess’ side as she had done for him. For hours he spent in complete silence not even uttering a word to Genevieve, or a simple glance. His attention was focused purely on Desdemona. They were treading on dangerous grounds, Sebastian had sent a small note to King Clement of his daughter’s state, and however he still hadn’t received a reply back. That was some five days ago, it was strange one would think Clement would be in an uproar. Kyran on the other hand could not stop himself so glancing at Genevieve, his eyes would wonder to her every half hour. It was his little bit of pleasure wail standing guard.


((I know, I know it's short... but I couldn't really do anything without God moding))

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Genevieve had sat in near silence while her sister healed, speaking only when spoken to, watching the two men she now spent her days with. Sebastian, like Genevieve, had never left Desdemona's side the entire time, even though he himself had been seriously ill. A fact he seemed more than willing to overlook, Genevieve thought with some displeasure at his foolishness. And then there was Kyran.

He stood guard day in day out, his attention also on Desdemona. Unlike his brother though, Kyran paid some attention to her too. She had felt his gaze on her when she was caring for Desdemona. More than once, she had caught him looking her way when she had stolen glances in his direction. Every time, Genevieve had felt her cheeks flush. she had often promised herself she would not become like the women at court, who giggled when men walked by and blushed at every compliment. Yet here she was, blushing when Kyran had barely said a word to her. He had simply looked at her. What in heaven's name was wrong with her?

Genevieve could feel herself drifting off when she heard a stirring from the bed. She looked up and saw Desdemona coming round. Genevieve couldn't deny that she was a little saddened that Desdemona's attention was immediately on Sebastian. Genevieve rose from her seat, standing there a moment until she was sure her legs were going to move properly before walking to Kyran. She had a feeling she should leave her sister and Sebastian in each other's company for the time being. She let her hand brush against Kyran's arm.

"We should leave them a while," She said to him quietly. She looked back at her sister for a moment, before leaving the tent that had become her home.

Outside, the sun was warm on Genevieve's face. She had spent so long in the tent, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be outside in the sun with the fresh air. Her body felt stiff from sitting for so long and she was grateful for the chance to move herself around a little.

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Sebastian looked at Desdemona’s soft gentle eyes as she stuttered her word, and his heart sank. It was truly a miracle! He had half thought that if she didn’t wake soon he would be sending her back to her people in a box. His sullen face was replaced with a grin as he spoke not realizing Genevieve and Kyran’s absence. “Dear Desdemona,” he spoke with a hint a chuckle. “Here you are clearly
hurt, and you worry more for me then yourself.” He smiled and kissed her hand gently in affection. “I am fine, you are not however.” He said gently. He wasn’t completely healed true, however he was in better shape than her right now and that is all he cared about.

Kyran followed Genevieve out the tent, as his brother made a bit of a fool out of himself, but that was to be expected when in the company of a pretty face. He looked at Genevieve and said, “We should not get too far away from the tent.” He said trying hard, but failing to not look into her beautiful eyes.

A stringy boy ran up to the man, with a letter. “My lord.” He said in a huf. “Princess Beatrice, has sent an envoy retracting the troops.” Kyran looked at the boy and stanched the letter. “What the hell.” He cursed, what was his damn fool of a sister thinking, this was his campaign she can’t just make commands willy nilly. In Sebastian’s absence Beatrice was placed as Regent, and although she held the day to day decisions she had no real power over the army that was Kyran’s job and always was.

Kyran read the letter and looked up in shock and disturber, “This isn’t possible.” He said plainly in a grunt, and looked at the princess, “My sister plans trickery.” He said slowly as he read on.

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Kyran looked at Genevieve as she ushered him back to the tent, he stopped and said softly. "It can wait a moment I wish to talk to you princess before we go in there." he said as thought a feelings raced through his head. If Beatrice did retract the troops that would mean he would have to leave as well, and he wanted to tell her something before that happened. His eye looked at her with a fire igniting blaze of love. ‘Princess, I can't hide these feelings anymore. You tempt me beyond measure, but who we are will forever divide us.’ this is what he wanted to say, but when he tried to form the words he couldn’t his mouth wouldn’t let him form the words. A part of him was protecting himself from his feelings, as much as he wanted to say something he couldn’t maybe it was for the best. He shrugged it off, “nothing…”

Just like that he headed into the tent where his brother was talking with Desdemona. Sebastian turned to see his brother enter the tent and nodded gently, then returned to Desdemona “Everything it alright now, the fighting stopped, Genevieve is fine… she’s…” he looked back at the opening looking to his brother. “Where is Princess Genevieve?” Kyran, pointed to the opening and spoke softly. “Coming, but I need to talk to you brother.” Sebastian nodded and looked back to Desdemona, “soon…” he said gently his eyes looking into her’s, “Out roles are reversed princess, you are among my people now and I promise no harm will come to you as you did for me.”

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Kyran resisted Genevieve's guidance, "It can wait a moment I wish to talk to you princess before we go in there." Genevieve let her hand slowly drop from his arm.

"Yes?" She asked, her imagination running away with her as to what he could possibly wish to say to her. Kyran looked at her with that odd look of his again. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.

"Nothing," he said rather weakly.

"Oh, alright," Genevieve said, trying not to let her disappointment show. She waited until Kyran had turned his back before she let her shoulders drop, letting out a quiet sigh as she did. She took a a last glance back to Caldomaa before entering the tent. When she did enter the tent, she saw Desdemona placing a kiss on Sebastian's cheek. About time, Genevieve thought to herself. Their feelings for one another were fairly obvious to her even if they weren't to themselves. Genevieve let her gaze drift over to Kyran, studying his profile before looking away before she could get caught staring. She took her seat by Desdemona's bed, smiling at her sister, relieved that she was finally with them again.

"Good to see you again sister."

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Sebastian bowed gently as he backed away from Desdemona's bedside, and turned to his brother. Judging by the worrisome look on the man's face it wouldn't be good news, but what classifies itself as good nowadays? Sebastian walked to his brother and spoke, "What has happened brother?"

Kyran, pulled out the messaged and handed it to his king. "Our dear sister is planning something."

Sebastian, looked at the piece of paper his eyes glaring silently. "The Little Witch!" he exclaimed reading that his sister was claiming his throne only he didn't say "Witch" but another word that sounds similar.

"You need to return to Kaarviel, it isn't to late we can storm the castle and take Beatrice by surprise." Kyran insisted, looking at his brother, and saying in a hushed tone, as to only allow him to hear. "She will destroy you brother, you know that."

Sebastian looked up to Kyran in shook, "How dare you say that." Kyran didn't repeat himself nor did he try to say another word to his brother. The man was his king and even if he personally thought Sebastian was making a mistake, he couldn't tell him that.


((sorry it's short again...))

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Genevieve looked across at Sebastian when he yelled out before looking back to Desdemona, an eyebrow raised. This was the man her sister was clearly head over heels for. Still, she thought to herself, Kyran wasn't exactly a smooth diamond either. She kept half an ear on Sebasatian and Kyran's conversation while Desdemona spoke. She was slightly surprised when Desdemona pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around her older sister, gently squeezing her, here mind going back to an earlier time when they were both children and such open affection was common place among the entire family.

"You have nothing to apologise for Des, I got myself involved here. Don't ever blame yourself." She pulled away from Desdemona and listened while her sister spoke. It had been so long since she had felt this close to her sister. She knew her sister had always loved her but somehow this time felt different."You have nothing to worry about Des, everything will work out for the best. I can feel it." She knew the words sounded weak spoken out loud but she at least beleived them. There was just the small problem of herself and he sister being Caldomaaian and the brothers their enemies, "All will end well."

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Sebastian looked at his brother with harsh eyes, feeling rather betrayed he opened his mouth and spoke in an ancient tongue. A language long abandoned by his people, yet still studied by the upper nobility. It was the language of the Elves who once ruled from Kaarviel though Caldomaa into The Gareielin Islands. When the elves ruled over man, they spoke not the words of man but the language of Merr, after their down fall it took some time for Man to brake away from the elvish tongue.

"ci orro Caldomaaian honeg!" ('You filthy Caldomian bastard!')

As Sebastian spoke these words something broke in Kyran, his brother had never spoke to him in such a way before. It was an insult on his honor and character to call him that word, "Honeg" or "bastard" in the words of man. It didn't matter who Sebastian was at that point, when a Kaarvielian warrior is dishonored in such a way they must regain that honor by any means. Even if that mean dishonoring the other.

"Utinu en lokirim" ("Son of snakes") Kyran retaliated, his words cutting like a knife into his brother's side. However this did not derail Sebastian's rage.

"Auta miqula orqu" (Kiss an Orc)

"Lasta lalaithamin!" ("Listen to my laughter") Kyran laughed "You eithad are horrible little brother, Dolle naa lost!" ("Your head is empty").

"Amin mîl in riel, I will see this auth end and the turinastas erthad nu one." Sebastian's eyes were cold as he exited the tent in a dramatic flutter. His words were a mix of Elvish and man, clashing the two words to one in an effort to confront his meaning. As he left the tent, Kyran did not follow he had already on the battle of words and did not need to seek any more victories at the time. He walked across the room, and peeked out the door to see his brother in an angry mood stomping along the camp.

When his brother was out of sight Kyran walked back to his post and stood again, "Pardon my ladies for out outburst." he spoke gently but waited not for a reply as he stood in place waiting to be revealed.

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Genevieve looked at the two brothers as they argued. She vaguely recognised the language but could not understand what was being said with any great fluency. She was getting used to outbursts, having lived in an army camp for a few weeks now, but it still struck her when the brother's argued. This one seemed to be particularly ggressive. Sebastian spat a final outburst at Kyran before he stormed out of the tent.

"Pardon my ladies for our outbursts," Kyran said.

Desdemona excused herself. Genevieve started to protest but the words died on her lips, nothing more than the first syllable of Desdemona's name escaping her throat. Desdemona was in no real fit state to be going anywhere, she was still ill. Genevieve brushed her fingers through her hair. Why did she have to be born into such stubborn family? She looked at Kyran and felt the fluttering sensation in her gut again. There was no denying it to herself that she thought him to be an attractive man but she would never admit such a thing to another soul. She had so much she wanted to say to him but she wasn't sure she could, "May I be so bold as to ask what that was all about?" She asked, pointing outisde the tent.

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Sebastian walked away from the tent in a burst of anger, he hated when he fought with his brother but it was never a rare occurrence. In fact back home a fight could last as long as twelve days before the two cool down long enough. The two shared one thing that was for sure, there mother’s temper. He herd Desdemona’s voice sneaking up behind him, "How do you know such a language, Bastion?" he heard her say to him. He looked at her puzzled, “You should be resting Princess.” He said gently and stepped closer to her as she asked a thousand questions a minute.

“Speak what in Kaarviel?” he asked looking at her slightly confused, as he thought about it once again, and looked at her shocked as he realized what she was talking about. “You mean Elfish? God no.” he shook his head. “As a child Kyran and I were taught be tutors. It’s a dead langrage princess no know speaks if much outside of the Elven continent.”

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Kyran looked at Genevieve as she sat across the way. Her thin elegant figure entranced his mind, to the point where all he could think of was her bewitching him. Her mouth moved ever so gracefully as he heard her voice speak to him. However it took him a few moments to understand what she was saying.

"May I be so bold as to ask what that was all about?"

Kyran nodded gently as if he understood what she had said but in reality his mind was still processing the words. “I.. urmm…” he grumbled, and nodded again “Yes!” he exclaimed, “yes, you may princess.” He sighed looking at her. He knew what would happen if he let her in, she would destroy him just as her sister will destroy Sebastian they are Clements’ daughters after all they will stop at nothing to see the end to The Macrieve line.

“My brother is being foolish.” He said turning away from her, his eyes looking at her from a reflection in a small vase. “He thinks with his heart rather than his head.” He spoke in a harsh tone. “First it was a McQueen, then her sister, a neighbor, servant, and now your sister.” He shook his head, “most deadly to his position…” he spoke telling her everything he’s kept hidden inside. “And what is worst…”

He paused and turned around, looking at her in a gentle way. “What is worst is I am losing my own mind, and judgment with every look in to those big blue eyes of yours.”

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Sebastian looked at Desdemona like she had three heads, "Gaia?" he questioned, "I wasn't aware you worshiped the Elven Mistress" he said with a slight hint of sarcasm. "In my land we call many different names, but never in a manner of praise." he explained. He heard Ros' voice echoing form a tent nearby, she was singing of the great Elvin defeat over a hundred years ago, it seemed rather appropriate.

He backed away from her gently, feeling uneasy all of a sudden as he realized something. “When ‘Gaia’ speaks to you what does she call you? I mean…” he hesitates. “Desdemona isn’t elfish does she translate it or speak common?” he asked. His mind kept thinking about the legends his people had of Gaia, and her ‘White Rose’ the Princess Narlyla, or as his people called her Desdemona of The Valley.

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Kyran watched as the girl, more woman approached him so boldly. He could respect a woman who acted so, but at the moment he didn’t want to think of Genevieve in that way. “No one ever intends to but they do nether the less.” He said in a grunt. His eyes looked into hers as he spoke in a rough harsh voice. “You both are temptresses.” He said crudely… as he stepped back he could feel himself getting lost in her big brown eyes and he looked away. “You will destroy me, and your sister will destroy my brother.” He said in a harsh tone.

He stepped back from her looking at her from afar. “If I let you leave, will you take your sister as well?” he asked finally.

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Kyran looked at Genevieve's eyes and backed away swiftly. He could respect a woman so bold, however it could not be at a worst time. "I..." he stuttered feeling entranced by her appearance. He understood it wouldn't be easy to make Desdemona and Sebastian separate but he had to try, it was for Kaarviel after all. "You do not understand..." he said slowly, trying to regain himself. "My brother is engaged... a relationship between your sister and him can not occur without detonating the other." he shook his head, "I fear my bother wont do that, and with his past track record... you can imagine what he may want from your sister." Kyran spoke slightly more at ease now that his footing has been restored.

"On the eve of his abduction, Sebastian was to announce his betrothal to Princess Cadhala of Nydalilith." he explained that this alliance would rocket Kaarviel into the mainland's affairs. The Kaarvielian people would have a reason to fight again, Sebastian knows this and I fear he is using your sister like he has used others, such a Ros."

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Ros' voice still echoed though the camp as Desdemona spoke to Sebastian, the man was torn between duty and his heart. He knew what he had to do for his people, Nydalilith was a strong nation whose warriors have just begin to fight the powers of The Latrenuen Empire. Yet, his heart yearned for Desdemona and now with this realization perhaps this is the past he was meant to take.


"Was it Narlyla?" he asked taking her hand gently, "Narlyla..." he repeated with more confidence.

"I need..." he paused, "I need to tell you something Princess." he informed her, of his betrothal to the Nydalillithina Princess and his peoples hopes it would blossom in to many sons. "There is a legend of a man who betrayals a promise." he told her of a tale among his people. where a man promised to merry a farmers daughter and instead married the nobleman's niece. In repentance the man's wife gave birth to twelve daughters before she too died in childbirth taking with her a son.

He looked at her scared at what she may say, but he could not lie to her about this. "Do you understand?" he asked.

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Kyran looked at Genevieve's face sullen with sadness. He silently walked from her keeping his back turned. "I will leave you now, You seem to need a moment to yourself." He said and moved towards the tent flap. "Besides," he stooped and looked back to her, "My brother should be returning with out sister shortly." and left her to her thoughts. His eyes darted as he noticed Desdemona and Sebastian talking not far away. He sighed gently and waited for the, to finish. Suddenly he saw Desdemona leap form conversation and headed for the forest. She was surly mad, a girl so sickly to just run of into the wilderness. Kyran didn't put much thought in it however if she died it was one less complication in his mind. Even though Sebastian was fond of Desdemona, and Kyran could never denounce the tension between the two. He knew the only legal Kaarvielian way for the two to be together wasn't the most dignified.
It was the only loop hole in this whole mess and it might work, for both him and his brother.

Sebastian watched in shook at the clearly still injured woman headed for the woods with such passion and drive. At that moment he noticed his brother and went to him. "Is she insane?" Kyran asked his king.

"Hardly" Sebastian remarked, "Just upset." he added.

"She'll die out there." Kyran shook his head. "Maybe it's for the best though." and set his brother of who looked at him like he was the one who was crazy.

"Don't say that!" Sebastian yelled. "She's not weak." and before his brother could say another word Sebastian ran of towards the woods after Desdemona.

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Genevieve heard the tent rustle as was aware that Kyran had left the tent. A tear trickled down her face, dropping off her chin. Genevieve had no inclination to wipe it away. She had always enjoyed her own company and was often on her own, but this emptiness she felt was new to her. Kyran had made it clear he didn't want her in his life and there was this hollow feeling in her chest. This was the closest she had ever felt to loneliness. Genevieve shook her head. If he didn't want her to be in his life, that was his problem, not hers. She took a deep breath and pulled herself together. She was not going to give Kyran the satisfaction of knowing he bothered her.

Genevieve left the tent, searching for her sister. What she saw instead was Kyran and Sebastian arguing for the second time, before Sebastian took off into the woods. Desdemona was nowhere to be seen. And once again, it was just herself and Kyran, only now there was an audience. She held her head up as she made her way to Kyran for answers. "Where has he taken off to in such a hurry?" Genevieve asked, forcing herself to keep her tone light despite the concern she felt for her sister's whereabouts, which she assumed was were Sebastian had taken off to.

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Kyran looked back at Genevieve and sighed, "your sister has run of" he says bluntly. "Sebastian has go of to look for her." he shook his head thinking the worst. "We should probably get you where you belong." his words were cold and unfeeling as if he really didn't care if Desdemona died or not. She was most likely dead anyway in his mind anyway.

A howl echoed from the woods, and Kyran knew that that meant. His brother had taken on his beast form in hope of finding Desdemona. "Come on" he said pointing to a pare of horses, standing by the tent.


Sebastain ran though the woods his fur flowing in the wind as he came across a stream. Stopping he took a drink, lifting his head he saw a vision of an angel before him. She spoke in a silent voice as she mused him to follow her, and vanished. Intrigued he ran after the woman, viciously trying to find her again.

He came across a clearing where he saw a version of Desdemona sitting with a young girl. He howled for her, and the young girl leaped up and ran to him calling him "Papa!"

"Papa" the girl repeated as the man watched the vision faded, and he ran into another one.

Now he stood watching two boys dueling each other no more then nine years of age. They turned and grinned, "Grandfather!" they shouted and asked for him to come over. As he started to they faded and he saw Desdemona kneeling with his breastplate, a voice speaking to him. "The only thing worst then a curse..." it said.
"Is denying happiness to counteract it."

He stood in front of Desdemona understand it now, Gaia was real and she showed him the future. Or rather what he can expect in a life with Desdemona. He shifted to his human form and walked to her, his clothes in rages and ruin. "Desdemona..." he spoke softly.

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Kyran, watched as Genevieve left his eyes never leaving as she faded form his sight. Apart of him, wanted to go after her but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. He had to force himself to repeal her, and maybe this thing, this curse that has infected him would fade and he could see clearly again. A tall blonde man approached him, “Kyran” the man spoke as he turned to him. It was Llacheu one of his finest men.

“What is it Llacheu?” he asked his eyes still kept on where he last saw Genevieve.

“We found this letter on patrol, next to a dead bird we shoot down a few days ago.” He said handing the letter to Kyran. “The bird was coming from the castle; we thought it was for reinforcements. Thought you might want to make sure our assumption was correct.”

Kyran nodded and took the note, reading it he looked up in surprise. Looking back to Llacheu he sighed, “Have the men start packing up camp, when my brother returns get him to leave. Our position here isn’t safe; I don’t care how you persuade him but convince him to return to Kaarviel.” His tone was harsh and cold, but mixed with a shard of hesitation. He wasn’t thinking as clearly as he should be. In a moment like this he should have complete control over his emotions, but all he was thinking about was Genevieve.

Grabbing the first horse he could find, he quickly rode of in the direction he last saw her. Dropping the letter to the ground as he galloped of, Llacheu picked it up and read it as he watched the man leave but didn’t understand his motives. He’s erratic, unfocused, when was the last time Kyran slept anyway? “Let’s get this place packed up!” Llacheu ordered the men obeying the man’s orders.

Kyran raced faster and faster, till he caught up to Genevieve and reached for her reins. Looking over his shoulder he peered over to her, and spoke “You’re not leaving without an escort.”

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Sebastian smiled chucking as Desdemona fussed over him, “I’m fine, at least I am now.” He said as he stepped closer to her. “I don’t know what I just saw, who was speaking to me but I realized something.” He said taking her hand in his, and kneeling down on one knee. “I can’t live a life without seeing your face every day.” He kissed her hand gently.

Speaking in a bold formal voice, he asked her one simple question. “Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa, will you do me the honor of becoming my Queen?” His eyes looked into hers with a new form of hope, his words were sincere and he meant every word. He didn’t care about Cadhla, or Nydalilith they can keep fighting their own civil war with Kedalilith.

A twig snapped from behind him, and Sebastian flinched to see a small boy looking out on to them with big wide eyes. “So.. Sorry me lord.” The boy said hesitantly. Sebastian stood up and looked at the boy, then to Desdemona, then back to the boy, this small frail little kid barely older than nine. “What is your name kid?” he asked.
The boy replied hesitantly, “Nikolas Lysander.”

Sebastian looked at the boy in shock as he watched the boy, and visions of a man from his future began to emerge. A man we would trust with his life, and the life of his child. This boy would be that man. He had no idea if Desdemona could see what he was seeing right now, but a part of him wished she could.

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"I'm fine, at least I am now." Sebastian said with a slight chuckle. Desdemona nodded, her lips pressed together in a thin line. "I don't know what I just saw, who was speaking to me but I realized something." He began and took her hand and kneeling down to one knee. Desdemona was confused, so much that all she could do was watch him. "I can't live a life without seeing your ace every day." He said and placed a gentle kiss to her hand. Desdemona felt weak, a slow smile sliding across her face. "Princess Desdemona of Caldomaa, will you do me the honor of becoming my Queen?" He said and Desdemona and her heart pounded though her chest. Her mouth opened to speak. Her heart screamed Yes but she hesitated. He was betrothed. Sh looked at him, her hand in his. tears stinging her eyes. "I-"

Suddenly, a twig snapped behind them, and a boy appeared. Sebastian looked between them and then back at the boy. The boy introduced himself as Nikolas Lysander.

""Hello, little one" She said, after approaching him and kneeling down to him with a smile. "I am Princess Desdemona. Do you need some help?" She asked lightly.

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Kyran looked at Genevieve for a good time before speaking, his deep blue eyes piercing into her soul. “Careful what you wish for Princess, my mind is a dangerous place.” He sighed and went on to explain his actions. “I feel strangeness when I see you.” He at last spoke. “You haunt my every waking moment, even when you are nowhere to be found I have found your presence lingers, and when I sleep you wonder my dreams in a bewitching manner. I have not slept in nearly five days, how can I when all I see is you.” He stopped and looked at her blankly, his heart wanting to whisk her away, a part of him wanted to be more like his brother, but he was not Sebastian.

His eyes wondered to the castle, “I won’t follow you any further.” He told her, “I merely wanted to apologize and clear my own guilty thoughts, in hopes I may get an inch of sleep.” He looked at her in a tired expression; his blood shot eyes watching her for a response.
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Sebastian watched Desdemona and the boy as the young thing responded to her question. "Mother sent me to fetch water from the stream." the boy said. "I heard a noise and headed to it."
Sebastian walked to Desdemona, in silence. "Where is your home boy?"
"Jerc..." the boy hesitated.
Sebastian looked to her, "

((wow that's short! mind if we skip ahead a few days?))

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Sebastian awoke nearly a week later, his head still relaying from his last transformation and the vision he had been given. He didn't quite understand it fully yet, and the appearance of the boy Nicholas couldn't just be a coincidence either. After he returned Desdemona to the camp, he shut himself away in his tent to think about the events that took fold. He hasn't seen Desdemona, Genevieve, or Kyran in that time and he wasn't even sure if Genevieve and Kyran were still in the camp. The only soul he saw were Llacheu and at time Ros he he asked to look after Desdemona wail Kyran seemed to be missing.

Llacheu, was among the only member of the McQueen Clan that Sebastian trusted completely. He was a fair haired giant of a man standing a six feet in height and in the shape of his life. The mere sight of the man was enough to make men hesitant to approach him and women to fall weak in the knees. The man was good, loyal, and stooped many an assassination attempt on Sebastian's life. That is why Kyran insisted he serve in the royal guard instead of a common foot solder.

"We have been sitting here far to long my lord." Llacheu informed. "Our defenses are shot, if Clement wanted he could easily over take us."

"A strike would risk Desdemona's life, Clement wouldn't do that." Sebastian noted.

"But, what of Princess Beatrice she sits in Karvian and holds the bulk of your armies."

Sebastian paused for a moment, in the past few days the actions of his sister had come to light and it had been revealed that she was responsible for his kidnapping not Clement as he had thought. However the question still stood who did Beatrice ally herself with to pull of such feats, surely she didn't just gather the strength alone.

"I know," he said. "But who can we trust, for all we know our allies could have sided with Beatrice in spite of me. We need a new ally, someone whom my sister would never expect me to ally with.

"You are referring to Clement?"

Sebastian nodded gently, "Yes that is what I am saying." he said as he exited the tent, with Llacheu following him to Desdemona's tent. He opened the flap in hopes that Desdemona hadn't left yet, for he had upon there return given her full reign of the camp and the freedom to leave when and if she wished.

((*Note: Kyran will be missing for awhile*))

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It brought a smile to Sebastian’s face seeing Desdemona hadn’t left the camp yet. He knew it had been a long time to part, but he had to evaluate his emotions whether it be with drink of solace. “I apologize for that Desdemona.” He said his eyes looking her over ensuring himself that she had been taken care of. Stepping closer to her when he was convinced she had been so. “I had to part from your side; I only hope you understand why and that I haven’t any intention to do so again.” Which was a slight lie, he knew he would have to leave at some point to ensure his sister didn’t take his throne. Of course he didn’t want to leave her, but he doubted she would want to return to Kaarviel with her in any case it was a vast tundra, a place he doubted she could imagine having lived her entire life in the lush green Caldomaa.

“Are you well enough to travel?” he asked her in a gentle, his attitude proper and regal. “I think it is about time I return you to your father.” He said in a less then entrusted mood. “and your people…” He added.

Llacheu watched as Sebastian continued to talk, proclaiming his love to Desdemona speaking of how they would never part again. Llacheu couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the sight of this. It wasn’t long ago Sebastian proclaimed his love for his sister. Ros lost almost everything for Sebastian and gave him children yet Sebastian’s gaze wondered away from her and she was left to care for herself. Llacheu had trouble keeping a neutral face wail he watched his liege say such words to another woman.
“I want to ask your father for your hand.” Sebastian explained, “And perhaps with his help I can stop whatever little rebellion is happening in my land.” He said not wanting to worry her of his sister’s treachery.

Outside the camp, far from their eyes Kyran had set up a small tent near a major road. Where for the past week he has resorted to banditry in effort to clear his mind and understand himself better. He was adjacent to a main road that leads directly to Clément’s castle. He saw a number of carriers heading to and from the castle with a number of letters. One out of desperation he acquired one of the notes these men were carried and read it in great shock.

“My Lord; King Clement,
It has come to my attention that you wish to arrange a marriage between your daughter Princess Genevieve and my son Prince Jean-Baptiste Minola.” The letter went on to talk about the arranged marriage, and making the necessary arrangements. It read that the Prince would be in Caldomaa within a forth night of receiving the letter. Kyran didn’t have much time, he was nowhere near over Genevieve, but perhaps this could give him a chance to see her. Taking the cloths the man had, and replacing his own kilt and tartan with the fanciful Kedalilith fashion, Kyran darn his disguise to enter Clément’s castle.

He wore a blue satin jacket and matching pants, his head hidden with a powdered wig. He looked that part of Kedalilithian royally and just had to keep up the act. Leaving the man tied up and gaged on the road, to stole the man horse and headed for the castle where he spoke to the guard handing him the letter saying, “I’m afraid the messenger was a bit late, for I have come earlier then expected.”