Crown of Betrayal

Crown of Betrayal

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The King and his heir have been mysteriously killed, allowing the family that was next in line to take over. With the new king at the throne, the noble families have been thrown into chaos. Some are with the new king, while others have another candidate they believe should be king. With the opposing views, the kingdom is on the brink of having a civil war.






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Currently, all the nobles have gathered together to pay fealty to the new king.

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Character Portrait: Leolf Character Portrait: Adelmund Character Portrait: Desmirra Character Portrait: Kaytelynn Character Portrait: Meghara Character Portrait: Maimie Character Portrait: Edmund

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No one seemed to be happy. No one but that cherub cheeked Wynterwyn girl. Why was it that everyone's misery gave Kaytelynn such great pleasure? She supposed one could only truly be happy when everyone else around them was disconsolate. It amused her to watch the scene play out. Like some great performance put on by those travelling shows. It was hilarious, except, no one was laughing. No one but her, inside of course.

So amusing, Kaytelynn mused as she watched on. Meghara Rotherstone fuming, her Lady mother trying to console her and stop the girl making a scene. Her own brother, Leolf, though he had began with a stupidly happy smile on his face was now exchanging words with their father. Well, when didn't that leave him in a bad mood? You'd think he'd be grateful to their father. But oh no, not their Leolf. Their Leolf that was truly not theirs as he rode away. The tighter their father pulled on Leolf's reigns, the more viciously he fought back. Was she the only one who noticed? It mattered little to Kaytelynn truly. Her position was stable so long as her brother was on the throne and she did not see that changing anytime soon.

"She's not exactly pretty is she?" Kaytelynn shifted, slowly moving along the steed running her fingers along it's flanks as those of the party who were not heading for the hunt, mostly women, made their way back into the large estate. Their excited tittering drifting on the air as Kaytelynn addressed the owner of the horse she was petting. "She's quite fat and short isn't she? I wonder what he sees in her?"

Was that mild annoyance in her lover's eyes? Either way, it entertained her. Sir Edmund Allgarrd wasn't exactly a handsome man, she was certain he may have been in his hay day but these days he was an astute military man. Rigid and uncompromising in regards to his ambitions. Kaytelynn liked an older man. They were far more . . . willing to please a woman, rather than those young men who were always after a quick tumble. Kaytelynn was far too decadent for tumbles. Yet, by no means was she in love with the man. Nor did she have any intentions of marrying the man, as if that was even possible. The notion was laughable. Her status was far higher than his. She would be a Queen one day and he would remain a lowly noble. Of course, that didn't mean in the mean time she couldn't enjoy herself did it? Sure enough, Sir Edmund must know if her father ever found out what was transpiring between them, Allgarrd would lose much more than those ambitions of his. But of course, she couldn't blame him. He was only a man after all. However could he resist the sweetness between her legs?

"But then," She continued intentionally a smile creeping onto her pink lips. "Your niece isn't exactly making herself appealing is she?" She moved closer to him, making sure they had no witnesses as she put her hands on him, running them down the fur lining his chest. "I say, don't dream so high up that you can't look down through the clouds. Some men aren't mean't to reach such heights." Kaytelynn advised him before she shrugged as if she hadn't given him solid council. "Visit me tonight. It's been far too long . . ." Taking his hand she slowly pushed up the skirt of her dress by his coarse fingertips gliding along her soft milky skin. Pushing his hand away before he could touch her where she wanted him to. "Tonight."

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It was almost as if Lord Wynterwyn could smell his own blood boiling. That fiend! Near his most precious child. Parent's weren't supposed to have favourites, however, Barclay admitted out of all his children, and there were a lot of them, Desmirra, his most lovely and kind child with the most sweetest disposition was without a doubt his most dearest child. It had been one thing for that Duhamel impostor to dance with her and an altogether other affair for him to scandalously pursue an unmarried woman.

It didn't help he was in a thunderous mood from earlier this morning. Yet Lord Wynterwyn was righteous in knowing that King Leolf had nothing but ill intention towards his child. The man could flaunt all his supposed power in front on him but it was another game altogether to use Desmirra in this sick political sport. For now however, there was little he could do. Of course, it was like his wife could read his mind. He watched as his Lady fearlessly addressed this new beast that was their ruler.

He would not let that young whelp make a fool out of his daughter any further Barclay Wynterwyn decided as he climbed up on his golden flaked mares back and proceeded on the hunt. Brick and mortar giving away to thick leafy foliage as they silently rode deeper into the Frampton Forest. The game keeper promised a big juice sow on the northern boarder of the forest.

Usually Barclay was an avid hunter but right now his mind was consumed with keeping his sweet girl safe. He could not let this carry on. A scheme had already come to his mind. He would speak to his wife upon return from hunting game, as soon as he could get her alone. Desmirra would have to be sent home. To Wynterhaven. Of course, it would be improper to send her off hastily, that would only raise questions and set tongues wagging. No in a couple of days, she would be returned to Wynterhaven with the excuse that one of her sisters is expecting a child and will need the aid of Desmirra in this crucial time. Yes, Barclay was satisfied with that plan greatly when suddenly a scream ripped through the air pulling him out of his meandering thoughts.

"Clayborne!"

No! No. No. No. No. No. No. And just like that, the hunt became more wild and bloodthirsty than Barclay could ever imagine. His eyes glued to spot on the ground where a man lay. Crimson surrounding him, like an ever growing halo. The ground consumed in a slow red tide until it painted his mare's hoof. One ally down in a nest of enemies. Where had that spear come from?! The Lord looked around disorderly. He could not see . . . So many calumniators . . . He felt dizzy for looking. Lord Wynterwyn took a deep breath gathering himself before skirting his horse around the mess.

"Protect the King!" He barked, rounding his mare to Leolf's side. Doing the only thing he could.

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Clayborne had it coming. He had been running his mouth about Leolf and it was time Eldon took the matter into his own hands.

That was why as they were moving through the woods, Eldon had his spear by his side, ready to strike. He made sure to distance himself from his brothers and father so as not to draw suspicion on them. He waited until he had the perfect view of Clayborne, and then he launched the spear from his hand. It sailed through the air before it lodged itself into the man's chest, right where his heart should be. The force of the spear knocked him from his mare and sent him crashing to the ground.

It didn't take long for the scene to turn to chaos. Everyone was yelling and searching the area. Shockingly, Barclay was the first to protect Leolf, but Eldon didn't pay much attention to that fact. Instead, he grabbed his extra spear and rushed his horse to his oldest brother.

"Leolf! Are you injured?" he said in fake concern.

Leolf looked entirely confused at the whole situation. "Yes, I'm fine. But it seems that Clayborne is dead."

Eldon bowed his head. "I saw. They've already loaded him on a horse. Are we heading back then?"

With narrowed eyes, Leolf stared at him, almost as if he were searching him. Eldon did his best to avoid his gaze. "Yes." Then in a louder voice. "Let's head back men, the hunt is now officially canceled."

Then Leolf turned his steed around and headed back towards the manor. Eldon followed closely behind him. Once they exited the woods, Leolf slowed his horse down until it was walking alongside his. "What have you done Eldon?" Leolf asked, his voice low and angry.

Taken aback by his brother's tone, Eldon said, "I did what was best for you Leolf, Clayborne had been running his mouth about you. I thought you would appreciate it."

"And why would I appreciate that?! You did exactly what father would have done." Leolf seethed before shaking his head. "I expected more from you Eldon."

He watched as Leolf snapped the reins and sped away towards the manor.





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Kaytelynn Duhamel was what Edmund would consider to be a spoiled brat. She was conceded, manipulative, bossy, and entirely attractive.

Even now, he could still feel her hands on him, grabbing one of his own and running it under her dress. Her words meant little to him, he knew she believed him to be beneath herself and he didn't much care what she thought of his niece so long as Meghara married the King. And while he knew that Katelynn had no intentions of marrying him, Edmund planned to make it happen.

He was going to join the hunt late, but Kaytelynn had his mind focusing on one thing and one thing alone, so he thought it best to stay. After sitting atop his horse lost in thought for quite some time, he finally brought his horse to the stables where he tied it up. Upon entering the manor, he noticed that the women had the feast prepared, aside from the meat, and were waiting for the men to arrive, meaning that they would be back shortly. Rather then joining them, he went into a study to find paper and some ink. He quickly wrote the message that read, Meet me in the library with instructions on how to get into the secret compartment behind one of the bookshelves.

Satisfied, he headed towards Kaytelynn. While he spoke to his niece and his sister, he carefully slid the note into Katelynn's hands. He excused himself before heading to the library where he waited for Kaytelynn to enter.





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Leolf couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that Eldon had killed Clayborne. But he had. He knew it when Eldon first opened his mouth to check on him. His little brother may be able to fool the others, but he couldn't fool him.

Eldon had always been loyal to him, and he knew that he had good intentions, but this move was a serious blow to Leolf. Mostly because he knew that his father would be pleased. He knew exactly what he would say, "One less enemy to deal with and the perfect way to keep the others in line."

His hands shook in anger as he got his horse settled in the stables. This is not how he wanted to start off his reign as King. Everyone was making moves, doing things behind his back, and he couldn't take it anymore. He stormed into the manor, passing by the room where everyone was waiting for the feast. It wouldn't be much of a feast without any meat from the hunt. Just another thing to add too his anger. He stopped to punch a wall near him and then knocked off a vase sitting on a table. His hand was now slightly bloodied and most definitely bruised. His breathing had become heavier as he made his way through the halls again. Walking until something made him stop in front of the library. Turning his head he looked inside.

Desmirra.

He should have known. She always seemed to show up wherever he went. Trying to compose himself and failing miserably, he walked towards her. "In the library again? What books do you plan to steal this time?" he asked dully. It was meant to sound playful, but in his current state, he could barely even get the words out. His eyes were darker than usual and his body was tense with rage. He was a rabid animal that could go off at a moments notice.

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Her name on his lips . . . She couldn't quite get the sound of it out of her mind. It held promise and a yielding ardor. Ever since this mornings unexpected meeting with the King, Desmirra had spent the day in somewhat of a haze. Her mother had had her royally torn to shreds with her words and not let her out of her sight until Desmirra had begged headache and was granted leave by her lady mother. Not alone of course, Nona had escorted her back to her room and was to keep an eye on her. Luckily, Nona did not take long to doze off and Desmirra took her chance to escape and explore. Naturally she found herself in the comforts of the library of the manor.

Her head was fine of course, though, she did not think she could have stood another moment of the women's idle gossiping, her mother's chiding or the glares she was receiving from some of the young ladies. It astounded Desmirra, as she lounged in an alcove by a window book in hand, those girls were envious of her. It was so very novel experience for Desmirra. She did not like it. She had no liking for being known. In fact, she had decided to stay out of sight for the rest of their stay. Yet, that voice that promised a meeting after the hunt, bought a smile to her lips and evoked a longing inside her. But no, she could not allow this to go any further Desmirra told herself solidly. She had seen the fury in both her parent's eye earlier today. Her father, she couldn't bare to disappoint or hurt him.

No. The next time she came across Leolf Duhamel, she would ignore him. Yes, that's exactly what she would do, she ordered herself as she opened the book and tried to read the same line five times. Alas, she could not concentrate for the life of her. Information among noble ladies was like a commodity and it spread like wild fire. Just before Desmirra took her leave of her mother the room had been alight with news from the hunt. A Lord had been killed in an accident and there was the possibility that it was an attack on the King. There was that feeling again in the pit of her stomach, ever since she had heard that tidbit. Was that dread? Oh why did she even care?! She barely knew the man and no doubt her family would rejoice at his demise but . . . Desmirra did care. She longed to know of his well fare. From her seat she saw the somber return of the party put from this height she could not make out who was who.

That was when she heard him. The dark tones of his voice breaking her idle musings. Turning her head, she gazed at him as an unexpected relief washing over her. He was in one piece, dark and foreboding before her. All but that one hand she noticed. Even as he brooded she couldn't help but have a small smile light her face. Her plans from earlier to ignore him going straight down the drain.

"In the library again." She conceded with an amused expression. "I prefer the company of books to people I confess and technically," She stood up taking his injured hand and pressed a piece of silk against the wound that she carried in the pocket of her gown to halt the bleeding. "I wasn't stealing I was planning to borrow." Desmirra grinned.

When he arrived she could sense his mood. Almost feel the darkness as a physical entity. Desmirra looked up at him momentarily through downcast eyes hoping she had made a chink in his caliginous state of mind. She looked back down at his hand, removing the silk to see the blood flow had been stemmed.

"It's easy to live up to their expectations." She commented as she blotched at the blood staining his skin, before tearing a piece of frippery from her otherwise plain gown and began to tie it around his hand. "The difficult thing to do is to change their minds, difficult but more rewarding. After all, the true meaning of ruling is to serve. There." She smiled up at him letting go of his now bandaged hand. "Good as new."

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Kaytelynn Duhamel couldn't decide if she was annoyed or impressed.

"I thought I told you tonight." She virulently scolded Sir Edmund Allgard after traversing a pitch black corridor from behind a giant picture frame until a dim light flickered in the distance and finally his face became clear. At this point she was more than annoyed. "Are stupid or just- Never mind." She sighed her irritation away as she pushed him back hard against the wall. "You, Sir," Kaytelynn informed him as she slowly began with skilled fingers to untie his doublet. "Are very lucky that I am not so cruel as to leave you here waiting."

Of course she was lying. She was entirely that cruel and if the mood had taken her, she would have left him waiting here all night, if that's what she wanted. Fortunately for Sir Edmund today, she wanted something else. Taking his hand, she ran it down the curve of her side lingeringly letting him feel the shape of her over her gown until his hand was squeezing her back side.

"By the Gods Allgard" Kaytelynn sighed again. "I hope this is not how you lead your armies, with no vision." Impassioned, she supposed she would have to guide him. "That's fine. Lucky for you," Her voice turned seductive as her hands forced him down by his shoulders onto his knees. "I'm a natural born leader and take command quite well." She baited him with a coy smile pulling up the layers of her skirt ever so slowly.

Abruptly, she stopped. What was that? For a moment her heart raced a mile a second. Fear shooting through her at the thought that she was about to be caught and her reputation in tatters and worse yet, having to be forced to marry her lover. The thought repulsed her. Throwing down her skirts, she was getting ready to flee when Kaytelynn heard a second voice.

"Quiet!" She whispered to Sir Edmund as the voices became clearer. It was her brother and the Wynterwyn girl. How curious. And clearly they had no idea of anyone else's presence. Relief was quickly replaced by peeked interest. "Well, well, well." She whispered more to herself, her interest in her lover non-existent at this point as she listened with one ear pressed against the slit in the wood. Too bad she couldn't see but supposed it was safer this way. A smirk persisted on her lips. "What did I tell you about dreaming so large?" She said to her lover without looking at him. It appeared her brother had other intentions than Meghara Rotherstone.

Too bad for poor Edmund . . .

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Desmirra grabbed his hand and pressed a piece of silk to it to stop the bleeding. Her touch calmed him, causing the corner of his lips to turn up slightly.

"Well if you're only borrowing, then I suppose that would be perfectly fine." His tone sounded more teasing than it had before.

She removed the silk and began tying a piece of frippery from her gown around his hand as she spoke. The action, as simple as it may be, gave Leolf a strange feeling. No one ever did anything like that for him, at least not because they cared about him. It was either because they wanted something from him or now because he was the King. Desmirra wasn't like that though, she cared, he could see it in her eyes.

Her words, which would have angered him any other time, caused his shoulders to sag in defeat. She was right, everything she said was true. He always did what was expected of him. His recent acts of defiance were nothing more than a child seeking attention from his father. He would never do anything that would truly upset his father. Adelmund had too strong of a hold on him for that and no matter how much he hated it, he felt as if he could never break away. Just as Desmirra had said, it would be difficult and he always took the easier route.

Being a controlling tyrant came naturally to him, he had to put forth nearly no effort at all. Leolf even got some kind of sick satisfaction from causing other people pain. Afterwards though, the guilt always came back to haunt him, making him doubt his actions. He knew the way he was ruling was wrong, but it was easier to keep things the way they are now rather than change them. Would he ever change? Could he change?

His hand grasped hers just as she had pulled away. His eyes were filled with vulnerability, more than he had ever let anyone see. "Do you think I could do it?" he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Become the King that my people deserve?" he released her hand only to wrap his arms around her and pull her tight against him. Leolf's voice was rough with pain as he whispered, "Become the man you deserve?" Overcome with emotion, he leaned his head down until their breaths were mingling together. "Desmirra." Her name was a prayer on his lips as he closed the distance between their mouths.

His lips had just brushed against her softer ones when...

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Leolf parted from Desmirra as if she had shocked him. He turned his head towards the noise, but there was no one there. However, the moment was ruined. Despite the fact that he was now back to his normal self, his attraction towards her still remained. If you could even call it an attraction as it felt like something much deeper than that. He slowly looked towards her, waiting for her to scold him for his actions.





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Edmund grinned as Kaytelynn shoved him hard against the wall. Her irritation was cute, but he knew it wouldn't last. Especially since he knew just how to make it up to her.

She guided his hands over her body, something she knew drove him crazy. When she grabbed his shoulders and shoved him onto his knees, he was eager to get started. She slowly pulled up the layers of her skirt and his hands were already moving underneath them, molding around her backside as he planted small kisses on her inner thighs. He felt Kaytelynn tense up suddenly, but he continued his journey upwards anyways, only stopping when she shoved her skirts down over his head.

Shoving the skirts off of him, he scowled up at her. The scowl faded when he heard the voices though. He stood from his spot, eager to hear the conversation. It was clear that the King's feelings for this woman ran deeper than he thought. Edmund would have to seek Adelmund out later, after all, he had promised that his niece would become the Queen.

Still angry, but wanting to continue what they had started, he grabbed Kaytelynn. He knew that she was most likely not in the mood now, but he had his way's of persuasion. He placed his lips on her collarbone, moving up until he reached her neck. Once he found her most sensitive spot, he began sucking and nibbling at the skin there. His hand had just reached down to begin pulling up her skirts again when the secret door suddenly opened.

Startled, Edmund flung himself backwards, slamming into the wall. It was Eldon.

Kaytelynn's brother wore a look of surprise at first, but it slowly turned into a devilish grin.

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The contact was shocking. His hand taking hers, she looked up at him almost in awe and surprise. She had not expected that. Had not expected either his strong arms around her holding her tight against him. Desmirra could scarcely breathe. There she was, trapped in that gaze once more. Mesmerized by those haunting eyes and his evoking words. And those lips . . . So close, her eyes closed as the merest brush of his lips against hers.

And oh how she wanted to fall . . .

But it wasn't meant to be. Some cruel intention of fate had him stepping away from her. She had barely even registered the sound. However, Leolf had the agility of a wild cat. Desmirra watched him, still lost, her wits slowly gathering themselves as to what had occurred just moments ago. She could still feel the sinewy of his upper arms against her fingertips. The memory almost burnt onto her skin.

However, it was the desperate vulnerability in his words and in those hauntingly beautiful eyes that stuck with her. Those volatile emotions just below the surface. Desmirra could see he had shut them up again. Buried them back deep inside where no one could see his weakness and use it against him. There was a growing ache inside her at the thought that he kept so much suffering deep inside himself. No one should have to live that way. More than anything she wanted to comfort him, to show him he was not alone.

As to the answers to his question; Desmirra stepped forward once more closing the gap between them. Her face impassive, she bought her hand up as if to strike him, instead she gently pressed her palm against his rugged cheek, lovingly stroking it answering all three of his questions at once. "I think," She said softly with sincerity in her eyes and a smile upon her lips. "You can do anything you put your mind to." Her gaze locked on his. It seemed they could say and reveal more with their eyes than they ever could with their words. Her hand moved up, fingers tightening in his coarse hair, the smile on her lips becoming crooked as she teased. "Tyrant . . ." Pulling his face closer and closer until her lips finally meshed with his in a blaze that consumed everything in her world.

Desmirra's pulse throbbed and her heart exploded. She had never wanted anyone like this before. She didn't know if she was doing the correct thing. . . She always did what she thought was right and to her in this very moment, Leolf Duhamel felt more right than anything had ever in her whole entire life.

"Och girlie!" Nonna's voice broke the wistful moment. "Ye leave me alone and I find you here eating this poor mans face! Ahhh," She said moving closer, squinting to see through the thick cataracts that blurred her vision. "You must be the pompous arrogant ars-"

"Aristocrat!" Desmirra jumped in, coughing suspiciously when Nonna quoted her. Her eyes flashing from Leolf's counternance back to Nonna's, with a srueful grin upon her features.

"--Desmirra mentioned the night before." Nonna smiled widely revealing the single tooth she had. "Come on girlie. Where are ye manners?! I taught you better than that!- Never mind. Never has a strapping young sovereign ever escaped my eye and believe me I've seen many come and go." Nonna ribbed Leolf with her elbow as she cackled happily.

Desmirra shook her head, trying to hold back her mirth. At first she had been unhappy with the interruption but she could never be angry with Nonna. The old bat was off her rocker. She wondered if Leolf would have her thrown off her cliff for her insanity as she began to extricate herself from Leolf.

"Noyabrina Lammont at your service Your Majesty. Now I would curtsy but I may break something." Even as she said that Desmirra watched in amusement as the old woman tried to do it anyway. "Oh- better not." She cackled again. "I'm the Keeper of the Wynterwyn's." She continued, shuffling and helping herself to a seat at the large oak table. "A bit like a sheep herder." She grinned, groaning as she made herself comfortable. Desmirra watched on at a loss for words. "You're a Duhamel yes?" Nonna sighed shaking her head. "Oh ye Duhamel's and my Wynterwyn's have never gotten along. Twas all to do with a betrothal gone wrong, if I recall correctly. Her name was Vikeriy. Vikeriy Wynterwyn. Stunning. A true beauty. Not like the girlies these days. Hair as black as ebony, skin as fair as a cloud on a sunny day. With the most lovely and sweet temperament. A true lady." Nonna reminisced happily lost in a time before. "She was sort after by all the Lord's in the land. I recall even a foreign prince. Alas, her father, the then Lord Wynterwyn." She peered in Desmirra's direction for a moment. "Your great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather had betrothed Lady Vikeriy's hand in marriage to the son of his best friend, Lord Pommull. It was to be a happy union. The coming together of two great houses. An alliance of friends to family-"

"Nonna," Desmirra finally decided to intervene seeing as Nonna was sounding more and more unhinged by the moment. Yes of course it was a long running joke in the Wynterwyn family that Nonna had been there with the family since the Wynterwyn's existed and of course Nonna had always joined in saying so but she must be losing it because she was sounding like she actually believed it to be true. She had to raise the issue with her father. Maybe it was time Nonna slowed down a little. "That was over six hundred years ago. You weren't there."

"Och! Stay yer tongue girlie! Do na make me sound like a mad old woman! I was there. I was there as maid to Vikeriy as I am to ye today lass! I was there when both Leon Duhamel and Konrad Pommull ran her through with their swords! . . . Make me sound like a mad woman." Nonna grumbled the last bit to herself.

Desmirra looked on in concern but refrained on saying anything further. Even though she was curious to know about why Lady Vikeriy had met such a terrible end. Even though, she didn't believe a word of this story. Yes the Duhamel's and Wynterwyn's had always been at odds but surely if it had been such a woeful tale, it would have been known to her of her own family history.

Clearly, Nonna wasn't going to elaborate on the tale much to Desmirra's dismay as the old woman turned her withered, wrinkly old face to face the King and smiled brightly once more. "Your Majesty, it's been a tradition of mine to tell the fortune of each monarch for some years now. Care to know yours?"

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Leolf flinched as Desmirra raised her hand to his face, his eyes closed in anticipation to the blow. However, when he felt her simply touch his cheek in a caring demeanor his eyes opened in surprise, meeting her sincere ones. She wasn't mad. In fact, her words revealed that she was quite the opposite. Was it possible that she had felt the same way as he did?

One side of his lips curved up to match hers at what she had called him. If anyone else had called him a tyrant he would be insulted, but it was an on-going joke between them. Their own secret in the form of a single word. The change of mood was fast and unexpected, and before he knew it her hands were in his hair and she had brought their mouths together in a clash of intensity. It was no mere brush of lips.

While he did not respond at first out of surprise, he caught up with the pace rather quickly. His arms wrapped around her, not being able to have her close enough. He swore he could feel her heart beating against his from the close contact and that only made him kiss her harder. But yet again, their moment was spoiled when a strange old woman that seemed to know Desmirra interrupted them.

Leolf was amused however, upon hearing that Desmirra had been calling him names behind his back. It wasn't like he was dim enough to believe that she had called him an aristocrat, but he found her embarrassment to be endearing.

He had never heard of a Noyabrina before, or that she was keeper of the Wynterwyn's. The story she told though was one that was faintly familiar, though he couldn't remember how it ended. When she went on to say that she had been alive 600 years ago, he understood Desmirra's concern. The old woman was definitely not all there.

He was waiting for her to finish the story when she suddenly changed the subject to telling his fortune. It struck him as odd and he was not all that fond of the idea. His reign as King was a delicate subject, especially since all the frustration that had come with it recently. He didn't like being told what to do or how to act, so the question had put him on the defensive. Yet at the time, he curiosity was peaked.

Finally deciding that it was a silly game that could do no harm, he cautiously said, "I don't see any reason to oppose to it, so go ahead." As he finished the sentence, his eyes flickered to Desmirra's for assurance. For what, he didn't know, but an unpleasant feeling had settled into his stomach and he couldn't seem to shake it.

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By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.

Mobs

Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!

Spawns

Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.

Events

You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.

Permissions

Add and remove other people from your Universe.

The Forge

Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Crown of Betrayal. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.

Notable Items

No items have been created yet!

The Market

Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.

Market Data

Market conditions are unknown. Use caution when trading.

Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale)

Open Stores

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