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Julia Stark

"I was meant to be Queen, The King is of little consequence."

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a character in “Just Before The Dawn”, as played by TheCrimsonLady

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Name: Julia Stark

Age:21

Appearance: Julia is stunning olive skinned woman with long raven hair, amber eyes and womanly curves

Build: Standing at about 5'6, she is slender.

Personality: Julia is a perfect actress, she loves to manipulate - an exercise of power and control. There's always an intrigue she's working on or a hidden agenda that needs pondering. She is a femme fatale if there ever were one. There is an element of mystery that surrounds her, she carries herself with a regal aire and expects to be treated as such. When she walks into a room, all attention goes straight to her, and she prefers it that way,often rubs people up the wrong way. Conniving and brutal, She is inwardly consumed by the need of power - the only kind of security she knows to get what she wants- and stops at nothing to acquire it. Aware of her fine looks and feminine charms, she understands the game of seduction and allure and uses it to her advantage, even at her young age.

Where they live:
White Castle Keep

What/ who they are:
First born princess of White Castle Keep, true hair to the Stark throne.

History:
WIP

Skills:
Ways of the Court
Public Speaking .
Seduction.

So begins...

Julia Stark's Story

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"The King is not a bad man,"The dark man said, struggling it seemed to find the right words. Scarlet watched him. "And death, death is so final, so absolute, while life? Well, life has so many possibilities." He said and smiled at her. She took a breath She didn't want to die, not really, she was just so sick of being the victim. Death....atleast this would be the one thing she could chose for herself.

"Look," He said. "You can either come with me peacefully, and we can find your sister, and you will be safe while in my company. Or, I could grab you, hurt you, and take you anyway. Your choice." He said and she swallowed. Fear back in it's place.

It was in that moment that a scarved woman entered, gesturing to the door with her head. "Ah," he said, looking at the woman with the pretty eyes. "I have gotten sidetracked talking again yes? And now we are late." He said and looked back at Scarlet. "Come, come with me now, or Isabella will take you, and she is not as sociable as me."

She really didn't have a choice one way or the other. She took a step down and away from the window and passed the two foreigners.
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"She is this way...." Scarlet said turning so they could hear her and then walked out the door.

Blood painted the walls, but Scarlet felt nothing. She locked her emotions anyway as best she could, so not to react as she moved through the halls like a ghost.

She pointed to the room.

"In there....With any luck, she won't be there." She told them, her voice as soft as a whisper.

It was then, her sister, Julia ran out and froze.

"Scarlet?!" She hissed, it wasn't the voice of a concerned older sister, it was the voice of someone who saw that their worst enemy yet lived.
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Julia then looked at the two with her and seemed to put things together in her head.

"Traitor." She spat and Scarlet sighed.

"I'm not a traitor, they are collecting us both..." She said, her voice was dull but held a hint of impatience before looking at two. "You've found her..." She said and looked away.

She'll find a way to end this...She was so tired...she wanted to sleep.

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"She is this way...." The girl said, leading Isabella and Ramas out of the opulent bedroom and down an adjoining corridor. She stopped and gestured to one of the doors and said, "In there....With any luck, she won't be there."
As if on cue, a young woman whose features clearly denoted her as the other princess came barrelling out of her room and looked as if she planned on running for it untill she saw the two cloaked figures and her sister.
"Scarlet?" the woman hissed, in a manner that Ramas found ill-fitting for the relation the two shared. The woman noticed her sister standing with two of the invaders and stared daggers at the younger girl, "Traitor!"
"I'm not a traitor, they are collecting us both..." The girl said exasperatedly, she turned to Ramas and seemed to deflate with exhaustion, "You've found her..."
"That we have," Ramas said, his cheery attitude contrasting sharply to the animosity between the two sisters, he then address the elder of the siblings, "And your sister speaks true, you are both my prisoners, and will be presented to the King upon his arrival. Now, you may either come peacefully, or I can drag you along by your hair, your choice." Ramas beamed with his big white teeth and Isabella just shook her head silently.

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"That we have,"The dark man said, his female comrade saying nothing. Scarlet barely registered any of it. She wore a dull look in her amber eyes, though deep within, she wanted to fight it but she knew she could do nothing now.
But she was sick of doing nothing. As if hearing her thoughts, the dark man turned to Julia, who was seething but said nothing. "And your sister speaks true, you are both my prisoners, and will be presented to the King upon his arrival. Now, you may either come peacefully, or I can drag you along by your hair, your choice." He told her and Julia stiffened.

Scarlet couldn't help but wonder if she were more worried about her actual hair then the meeting with the Usurper King.

Julia opened her mouth to speak but Scarlet shook her head. "Don't bother, Julia, it's not worth it..."she said and Julia rose her head, not wanting to be outdone by her sister.

"Well, that's easy for you to say, you are the hier." She said way too proudly then what the situation called for. Scarlet rolled her eyes.

"Fine, then fight it, I really don't care." She said and Julia noticed -finally- that something wasn't right with her. Scarlet was never this submissive, in fact, she was the exact opposite, she fought everything, yet she wasn't now.

"This isn't like you? What has gotten into you, Odd Child"

"Everything..." Scarlet said and began walking, toward the two foreigners.

"Ready when you are?"

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Ramas watched the exchange between the two sisters with a bemused smile, he had thought the people of Modra odd in their customs and interactions, but these two were outright bizarre. Eventually the younger princess turned back to Ramas, her eyes almost bored, "Ready when you are?"
Ramas slowly dropped his grin, the girl was slightly unnerving in just how nonchalant about the whole affair she was, "Yes, Isabella, watch the elder one, we are to make for the throne room."
The mute woman nodded and walked over softly to the elder princess, her beautifully dead green eyes boring into the girls with an implied threat, amplified by the long dagger Isabella drew from within the folds of her wrappings.
The threat was simple "Run, and I will catch you."
With that, the odd group made its way towards the throne room, now eerily aware of how silent the Castle had become.
The guards had been killed.
The castle was theirs.

Inside the throne room Da'Karro gave short, curt instructions to the Harrowers that ran around him. Corpses had to be moved, the dead amongst the Harrowers counted and identified, sentries posted, defences restored, etc, etc. Outside the castle wall, the battle for White castle still raged, but it wouldn't be long till someone realised that the castle had grown awfully silent. The Modran invasion force had every possible advantage, but war was never a certain thing. It was part of Da'Karros role as commander of the Harrowers to ensure that the castle remained in their control and left the defending forces nowhere to retreat to. Harrowers armed with bow and bolt lined the gate to the castle, disposing of anyone that came snooping, but it was only a matter of time till someone discovered what had happened and alerted the resisting Whitecastle forces.
"Tend to the wounded, use the supplies within the castle, torture a serf till you find out where their stores are." "No, we are not taking military prisoners, kill them." "Unless told otherwise, take all civilian hostages to the gaol." "Send some men to scout the lower levels, the last thing we need is a secret passage in or out of the castle we don't know about."
Da'Karro sent off the last of those hwo required immediate orders just as he spied the immense form of Ramas entering the throne room, side by side with the dwarfed Isabella. Walking in front of his comrades, were a pair of finely dressed women, obviously sisters, obviously royalty.
"Where in Ishkas name have you two been?" Da'Karro said, walking up to the group to greet them, "Ramas, go command the wall defences, you are relieved of your babysitting duty. Isabella, I am afraid that with such high profile hostages I cannot give this task to someone I dont trust, I need you to continue to watch these two, do not let them out of your sight. Tie them up if you must but ensure you leave no marks, the King will want his prizes undamaged."
Ramas simply nodded and with a wink at the younger of the two girls took off towards the gate with long, heavy strides. Isabella gave a single nod and raised her Dagger, herding the two girls towards the twin thrones.
Da'Karro had already gone onto other business.

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The sisters were ushered into the throne room, where their parents were not present. THis would be where Scarlet would have gotten a sick feeling in her stomach, but right now she felt nothing. A fog had fallen over her and she was moving through the world in a haze. Soon. She told herself, soon it will all be over,and she could rest.
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"Where in Ishkas name have you two been?" Said a man as he walked up to them. Clearly the leader of the group, his skin was pale, his grey eyes dark, and his hair was long and brown, and a simple as that was, something about his as a whole shot terror through Scarlet. "Ramas, go command the wall defenses, you are relieved of your babysitting duty. Isabella, I am afraid that with such high profile hostages I cannot give this task to someone I don't trust, I need you to continue to watch these two, do not let them out of your sight. Tie them up if you must but ensure you leave no marks, the King will want his prizes undamaged." He said and was off. Scarlet's eyes watched him leave. Something told her that was not the last time she'd see that man.

Ramas, as the man called him, was off and Isabella rose her dagger, ushering them toward the throne. If Scarlet was in the proper state of mind, she would have thought the name Isabella pretty, and would have chuckled at Ramas' grin, but instead, she felt nothing. She did as she was 'told' and took a seat in at the throne only for Julia to pull her by the arm.
"That's mine,"

"It's fathers..."Scarlet said in boredom. Julia glared at her. "Is father here?"

Scarlet didn't respond, she just moved, she couldn't be bothered with her sister's pettiness.

"Our parents are likely dead, you do realize," Scarlet told her, her eyes watching the scarved woman.
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"Then it's for the best," Julia said, after a moment and Scarlet didn't say anything, she looked around, looking for a place to run. The throne room had large windows but no one them opened, they all had stained glass, and it would take much more than her tiny frame to break them.

"Perhaps the King means to...welcome us."
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Scarlet cut her eyes at her foolish sister.

"To his bed, I'm sure..."

"It's not so bad, laying with a man." Julia said and Scarlet's lips twitched.

"You would know."

"It can be quite fun, with the right man..."Julia said, and it was clear to Scarlet the Julia was trying to make herself feel better.

"Then you do it, and leave me out of it. I want no part." Scarlet said and the two were silent from then on.

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Isabella watched on, as silent as the grave, while to two sisters argued back and forth as to their fate.
The elder one was probably more realistic about the situation, King Decimus would likely take one of them to be his 'bride', but it was more than likely that the royal baby-maker would simply make with a sudden and tragic end once the King had his heir. On the few occasions she had been in the presence of the king, he had not seemed like a man much attached to personal bonds. He was married to his empire, and to his ambition, there was no room for anyone else.
"Then you do it, an leave me out of it. I want no part." The younger princess said, apparently ending the conversation. The sheer, utter ridiculousness of the whole situation was too much for the all but mute Isabella. That these royal cunts were sitting here arguing about who would have to take the kings cock while their parents lay dead upstairs, their castle stood taken and occupied, and their people and city burned and died beyond the white stone walls.
Isabella chuckled softly, but her hidden injuries and veil muffled and distorted the sound, resulting in a sound similar to a dampened rasp.
She quickly ceased.
She usually only laughed or spoke in private, with Da'Karro or Ramas, embarrassed by the difficulty with which she spoke and the less than attractive way she sounded. She mentally kicked herself for allowing such a slip up in front of these preening, whining whores.

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ImageScarlet heard a snicker -for lack of a better term-from the mute woman, Isabella. Scarlet was wise enough not to say a word, Julia was not so .

"Does this amuse you, Usurper?" Julia said, rising and Scarlet looked at her sister as if she had two heads.

"Julia don't." Scarlet said, and while her sister angered her in many ways, she didn't want her dead, at least at the moment. Scarlet took a hold of her sister's gown, only to have her hand smacked away. Scarlet looked worried then, finally.
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"Quiet." Julia hissed as she approached the mute woman.

"Do we amuse you?" She questioned again, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "you haven't spoken a word since you've been, why is that, are you lame?"

"Julia, stop this, does she look friendly to you?" Scarlet huffed, showing more and more emotion then she felt at the moment.

"you must be lame, as it is clear the men want nothing to do with you."Julia said proudly.

Scarlet's brow stitched as she looked at the woman, an apology in her eyes, and while she wanted to speak the apology, but she knew it would be foolish, especially considering the woman was holding them hostage.

"You are going to get yourself killed, Julia..."Scarlet said, but again, her sister ignored her...as usual, so Scarlet let the fool girl to her fate.

During this, there was commotion outside the throne room. The King must have arrived.

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"Does this amuse you, Usurper?" The elder princess questioned pointedly at Isabella, whose green eyes narrowed at the petulant woman.
"Julia don't." The younger wisely cautioned but the elder sister was having none of it, clearly more pride than sense.
"Quiet!" she hissed at her younger sister before turning back to Isabella, "Do we amuse you? You haven't spoken a word since you've been, why is that, are you lame?"
"Julia, stop this, does she look friendly to you?" The younger, and clearly more intelligent sister, continued to caution, trying to save her sister from harm and Isabella from the attention.
The elder ignored her and continued, trying to degrade Isabella with her words, "You must be lame, as it is clear the men want nothing to do with you."
"You are going to get yourself killed, Julia..." The little one warned but otherwise did nothing to stop the foolish womans tirade.
Isabella said nothing, simply meeting the gaze of the spoiled brat and glaring her down with the assistance of her long dagger. There was the sound of horses and barking orders from outside, distracting the two hostages and giving Isabella a blessed reprieve from the princesses stinging remarks.
She would not give her the pleasure of knowing how deep her words cut.

Outside, the chaos of battle had finally died down to the crackling of fire and the bellow of orders, as the Modran army re-ordered itself and began the arduous task of regrouping, assessing the damage to the city and restoring order to the panicked population. Through it all rode the instigator of the invasion, the king of Modra and now, the conqueror of Whitecastle, King Decimus Madror, flanked by his personal guard. Decimus surveyed the chaos around him, his own ornate armour and weapons untarnished and unused. Decimus was no warrior, but he was a strategist. By spearing straight into the heart of Whitecastle, both through the country to the capital, and through the city to the castle, ensured that the head of his opponent was severed before the body even knew it was under attack.
The smell of burning hair, blood and smoke assaulted his senses and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. The smell was incredibly off putting, but He rose through none the less, surveying the destruction his actions had caused. A Modran Captain rose up her him, his armour dented and dirty, blood flecking his face and streaming from a cut on his brow.
"My lord, Captain Kalith of the 9th infanrty regiment, there are resistant military forces retreating to the south, Captain Regnald and the 4th mounted are in pursuit, otherwise, we have secured the city limits."
"Good to see your still alive Captain," Decimus said, reigning in his horse to speak with the officer, "Is the castle secure?"
"As far as we are aware, the Harrowers have delivered on their word and secured the castle. No reinforcements have moved out of the city and there are dead Whitecastle messengers piling up at the gate, all stuck with black arrows."
"Excellent, go tend to yourself and your men Captain, the battle is won, now we must consolidate. I will continue to the castle."

Ramas stood on the parapet above the castle gate, surveying the destruction in the city below. The Battle was all but won, burning buildings and the sound of organising military units had replaced the racket of clashing swords and screams. The Harrowers maintained their vigil though, ever watchful of any who approached the castle gate.
Modran and Whitecastle soldiers were easily distinguishable, but the Harrowers did not get their reputation from lax or half-assessed responses to orders.
Those wearing Whitecastle attire were shot on sight.
Modran soldiers were given a single warning.
A new group of individuals approached the gate, mounted on horseback and carrying the kings banner, their armour untarnished and pace unhurried. Ramas knew who it was who approached, but as said, Ramas followed his duty to the letter.
"Halt!" his voice boomed out over the gate and down to the grou below, "Who approuches Whitecastle?"
There was a temporary silence as the group came to a stop, before a single voice responded, "King Decimus Madror seeks audience with the leader of the Harrowers, Da'Karro Misantri, to celebrate their success in the taking of the castle and their part in the battle for Whitecastle."
Ramas was silent for a moment, listening intently to every word spoken by the young king.
"... Welcome King Decimus," Ramas boomed back, nodding at a nearby Harrower to open the gate, "The Castle is yours, and your twin prizes await you inside."
The gate opened with a grinding squeal of metal, and the group rode through, the Conqueror finally entering the castle of his enemy, as its possessor.

Da'Karro met the King as he rode into the castle, his armour still bloody and dirty, contrasting sharply to the kings immaculate ornamental plate.
"Your Majesty." Da'Karro said curtly, standing at attention with his hands behind his back.
"Misantri, I trust your infiltration of the castle went smoothly." Decimus said with a slight smile.
"Yes your Grace, minimal casualties received and maximum inflicted. The castle guard has been completely neutralised and both Princesses were captured without harm. They await you inside guarded by one of my best."
Decimus widened his smile and nodded, "Excellent, Come Misantri, this is your victory, not mine, I would like you to be by my side for this."
"As you wish, Your Majesty."


Isabella watched as the large doors of the throne room opened and in walked the now most powerful man in Whitecastle. King Decimus strode down the long hall side by side with Da'Karro, and flanked by his personal guard, his expression was cheerful and welcoming, as if he wasn't the man who had just lain a city to waste.
"Greetings! My name is King Decimus Madror," He said, stopping before the twin thrones and bowing a deep, mocking bow, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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Scarlet watched as the woman turned her blade on Julia, her dark eyes glaring at her. Julia merely swallowed but held a look of pride. Scarlet shook her head. She just knew her parents were dead, she wasn't sure she wanted to see Julia meet the same fate.

Thankfully -as bizzare as it may seem- the door opened and Isabella moved away from her sister and all attention was drawn to group of men as they walked in. Scarlet did not move. She only watched him with darkness in her amber eyes, while Julia looked nervous, by the way she held her arms.
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They both knew that this man was their new king, but only Scarlet saw him as her new slave master
"Greetings! My name is King Decimus Madror," said the King. Julia moved to sit in her seat. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Your Grace." Julia said civilly. Scarlet sat nothing as was swatted for it. "Say something fool girl."

Scarlet shot a glare her sister's way but said nothing. "So help me, Scarlet Stark, say something." She hissed at her again with another swat in the arm.
Scarlet's eyes narrowed.

"Fine, you want me to speak." She said and stood up, looked at the 'King'

"You are not my King, I will not treat you as such, and I will be damned before I become your body slave." She said with venom in her words.

"Don't be so dramatic, Sca-"
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"Shut up, Julia...You asked me to speak so I did...." She said and looked around, her eyes found Ramas as she moved around the throne, and to the window ahead of them, nearest the window sat a candelabra on a table. She knew she couldn't throw herself threw into window but if she could just break it.

"I am property of no man..." She said and then in a swift motion, she grabbed the candleabra, smashed the window, took a peice of broken glass and began to drag it across her throat.

"Scarlet!?" Julia yelped, but that was all.

Scarlet was shaking, as blood trickled down her hand, and neck, she wanted to press harder but something seemed to be stopping her, the cut was deep, but not enough to kill her, atleast not right away...

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"Your Grace." the clearly elder sister said civilly. The younger said nothing and recieved a swat for her silence. "Say something fool girl."
The two shared a glare but otherwise the younger princess maintained her silence, "So help me, Scarlet Stark, say something." The elder said more forcefully, and this seemed to push the younger over the edge.
The Young princess stood and glared daggers at Decimus, the hight difference between them nullified by the raised dais she stood on, "Fine, you want me to speak? You are not my King, I will not treat you as such, and I will be damned before I become your body slave."
The elder sister tried to subdue her rebellious sibling but was cut off, "Dont be so dramatic, Scar-"
"Shut up Julia! You asked me to speak so I did." She snapped at her sister. Decimus only smiled, the young girl had great spirit and passion, and spoke her words with conviction. "I am property of no man..." she stated, before walking over to a nearby window and, using a nearby chandelier, smashed the window into shards of glass. She snatched one of them up, holding it tight and pressing it to her throat.
"Scarlet!" The elder sister exclaimed but was otherwise struck with inaction.
Blood began to flow from her neck but suddenly it seemed like she lost heart in the action and stopped, he hand stiff, as if fighting against her will.
Isabella was on her within an instant. One hand snatching away the glass from her hand and neck and tossing it to the floor. Her other hand went straight to the girls neck. Her surprisingly strong hand squeezed the girls throat, pushing back into the wall and both choking her and staunching the blood. The hand that had held the glass came back with a vengeance in a vicious slap that echoed throughout the throne room.
Quite out of character, Isabella leaned in to the stunned and pinned princess, viciously whispering in her ear, her voice distorted and raspy like she could not properly annunciate the words.
"Hyou, ah hweak! 'ethetic! Hyou hathz noh idea hwhat 'ain isss!" She hissed, struggling with each syllable, before pulling back and glaring at Scarlet, her hand still pinning the girl to the wall.
Da'Karro walked over to one of the flaming torches his men had lit, shoving a long thin dagger into the coals. Decimus looked on bemused. What an odd turn of events, she was a fiery one all-right. He wondered whether that would come in useful.
He turned back to the elder Sibling, a smile once again gracing his lips.
"You must be Princes- no, wait, Queen Julia I suppose now." He looked over at the mercenary leader, "Misantri, that was your role was it not? Do you have a gift for me?"
Da'Karro looked up from the blade he was heating red hot on the flames and gave a slight affirmative grunt before noddin g at one of his compatriots nearby, he swiftly strode over and upended a bloody sack in front of king Decimus.
The two heads of the king and queen fell to the floor with a wet thud, splatting blood and gore. Decimus smiled, pleased with the work, "Excellent."
Isabellas hand moved suddenly, and was replaced by the red hot blade of the knife, the sizzle of burning flesh drowned out by the girls sudden scream as the wound on her neck was burned shut.

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Scarlet knew not what to do when Isabella was on her. Her hand gripping her throat. She wasn't sure if she was trying to kill her or stop the bleeding.

Scarlet hoped for the forward. Instead, she since her hand across Scarlet's face, stunning the princess before she pulled close to her and whispered into her ear, her voice was nothing like Scarlet thought it would be, it was harsh, raspy and barely intellegable.

"Hyou, ah hweak! 'ethetic! Hyou hathz noh idea hwhat 'ain isss!" Scarlet choked , but her amber eyes bore into her. It took a moment for her to decipher what she said but she understood it.

"That...is what...I am...trying...to avoid...." She said, tears spilling from her eyes, though she wasn't crying per se, it was more reactionary.

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it was then that Isabella pressed a hot dagger to Scarlet's throat, causing the girl to scream out a gasp, her eyes wide, pain blinding her to everything around her. when it was over, scarlet dropped to her knees clutching her throat. it was then that she saw her parent's severed heads.

Exhaustion, grief and pain overwhelmed her and she dropped to the floor unconscious.

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Julia turned away from her baby sister's antics. This was so unlike her, Scarlet was typically so quiet, she hardly said a word, now she was screaming at her, and she just tried to kill herself.

before the wedding, she'd heard scarlet go on about how she would die before she married Blackwood, but Julia never believed it, she just thought her sister was being dramatic, but know she knew. Scarlet was quite capable....

"You must be Princes- no, wait, Queen Julia I suppose now." The King said, bringing her attention back to him. He smiled at her and a small smile tugged at her lips as well. she liked the sound of Queen in front of her name. She always knew she would be, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. "I am." she said, and he then looked over at the man that handed the mute woman a knife. The man was attractive in a dark sort of way, but Julia's interest lie with the King, and by Scarlet's manic display, she felt she wouldn't have to compete. "Misantri, that was your role was it not? Do you have a gift for me?" He said and the man grabbed a large sack and dropped it in front of them. Her parents heads hitting the ground with a sick thud, and tumbling to her feet. Her father's lifeless eyes gazed up at her and Julia wavered, covering her mouth with a hand.
"Excellent" the King said.
"By the gods..."Julia gasped at the same time.

Scarlet was right, her parents were dead. Julia had hoped that they were just prisoners of war or something. Unlike scarlet, she loved her parents, they never did anything wrong by her. They gave her everything she wanted
...

Even now, in death they were giving her what she wanted...

A King and a throne.
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"My liege..." She said, swallowing the bile that rose in the throat. "You have won my keep, and you've taken me and my sister...What is it that you wish from us?" she asked, choosing her words carefully, she jumped when Scarlet screamed. she didn't what to know what was happening to her, she kept her gaze on the king.

"I am yours to command." she said and gave a gracious curtsy. If she played her cards right, this could be painless, unlike her sister.

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The Girl collapsed to the floor, and succumbing to pain and shock, fell unconscious. Isabella and Da'Karro stood over the prone girl, silent. Da'Karro leant down and examined the girl, touching a hand to the side of her neck not damaged.
"She's fine. Unconscious." He said quietly to Isabella, who only nodded and handed Da'Karro back his hot, bloody dagger. He deftly took the hot blade and sheathed it, making a mental note to clean it later, before hefting the girl into his arms. He turned and walked towards the two royals who seemed in conversation, despite the circumstance.

"I am yours to command." Julia said sweetly, and Decimus had to admire the strength the girl showed in her façade of decorum. He had just presented her with the severed heads of her parents, and she had responded with an offer of servitude. Either this woman had incredible tact, or she truly hated her family.
"Winning the battle my dear is only half the war." He said with a devious smile, "You are now the highest ranking royal of Whitecastle. Go with my commanders and make sure that any further conflicts and destruction of property is kept to a minimum, I have no intention of ruling a kingdom of bones ad ash. Parley for surrender where you can, name them traitors where you cant. As of now, those who fight against my men, fight against you and the people of Whitecastle."
Da'Karro approached with the prone younger princess, what was her name? Scarlet? Yes that was it.
"Misantri, you and your comrades swift thinking and action potentially just saved the life of a royal princess and one of my own personal prizes. I am fully prepared to pay for your continued service and employment, and would have you, personally guard the young Princess, both form others and herself. I trust there is no issue with that?"

Da'Karro inwardly writhed at the concept of being a glorified nanny for a spoilt brat, but hid his distaste in the presence of the King, "Of course your majesty, my forces are at your disposal as long as you require them." He said, before tacking on the end, "And as long as you pay them."
He motioned to Isabella to follow him and walked off towards one of the many winding steps that led back up to the princesses rooms.

Decimus turned back to the princess, smiling, "I am sure she will be fine, Misantri takes his duty very seriously, your sister will be safe under his watch, have no fear."

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"Winning the battle my dear is only half the war." The King stated with a devilish grin. "You are now the highest ranking royal of Whitecastle. Go with my commanders and make sure that any further conflicts and destruction of property is kept to a minimum, I have no intention of ruling a kingdom of bones ad ash. Parley for surrender where you can, name them traitors where you cant. As of now, those who fight against my men, fight against you and the people of Whitecastle."
Julia smiled, she liked this, everyone will bow at her feet, for no other reason then because she said so. She needed to keep this power.
It was then that Misantri, approached with Scarlet in his arms. Julia arched a row but said nothing else. Scarlet needed to be gotten rid of. She couldn't be here. Everyone liked her, Julia knew that, she wasn't a fool, she knew that most of the servants, and soldiers, adored Scarlet, while they couldn't care any less about Julia. With Scarlet gone, then she would have no opposition...but then again, if she played this right, using Scarlet's clout, she could get them on her side....

"Misantri, you and your comrades swift thinking and action potentially just saved the life of a royal princess and one of my own personal prizes. I am fully prepared to pay for your continued service and employment, and would have you, personally guard the young Princess, both form others and herself. I trust there is no issue with that?"
The man while his face held little expression, couldn't have been thrilled. With Scarlet acting so out of character, she couldn't imagine him enjoying this.

"Of course your majesty, my forces are at your disposal as long as you require them." He said, before tacking on the end, "And as long as you pay them." He said and the mute woman walked with him.
"I am sure she will be fine, Misantri takes his duty very seriously, your sister will be safe under his watch, have no fear." The King said and Julia gave a flirty laugh. "Oh my liege, Scarlet is of little consequence..." She said touching her chest.

"The truth is, Scarlet...she is very ill, of body and mind." She told him, Julia was a skilled liar, and it helped that Scarlet looked far from stable at the moment. the truth was Scarlet was ill, when she was young, born too soon, yet she grew out of the illness.

"I'm afraid that she will not take the death of our parents so well, they were cruel to her yet she loved them so, she will not take their deaths well, I believe it would be best to keep Scarlet away from the public eye, we need not have her having another episode in front of men who will be loyal to me, and subsequently you." She told him, taking his hand. "With my help,My Liege, I can ensure that you can attain all that you desire...and more...."She said, everything about her statement dripped with sensuality, she knew she was beautiful, she just had to make sure he thought so to. With that, she brushed her thumb against the back of his hand, and gestured to the twin thrones. "Come...Take a seat beside me, and we can further discuss what it is you truly want, and how I may help you gain it."

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"Oh my liege, Scarlet is of little consequence..." Julia said in a way that was both flirtatious and dismissive, causing Decimus to raise an eyebrow. "The truth is, Scarlet... She is very ill, of body and mind. I'm afraid that she will not take the death of our parents so well, they were cruel to her yet she loved them so, she will not take their deaths well, I believe it would be best to keep Scarlet away from the public eye, we need not have her having another episode in front of men who will be loyal to me, and subsequently you." Julia said with seducing eyes, reaching out and taking Decimus' hand, he did not fight the gesture, but at the same time, did not squeeze her hand back. "With my help,My Liege, I can ensure that you can attain all that you desire...and more...." She said, her voice dripping with implied sensuality and the promise of ecstasy, she was a skilled politician and courtesan clearly, perhaps she would be more useful to Decimus than he had thought. She gestured towards the twin thrones, tugging on his hand gently, yet suggestively, "Come...Take a seat beside me, and we can further discuss what it is you truly want, and how I may help you gain it."
The king retracted his hand from the woman's grasp, not swiftly or with malice, but just with the cold calculatedness of a man who knew exactly how he would execute his plans, and required no allies, only servants.
"Your easy submission to my rule is unexpected, but welcome. Perhaps there will be a place for your skills and pedigree in my plans." He said, coldly, dismissively. He strode past her towards the two thrones, but did not sit, merely looked down upon the larger with a look of frosty contempt. He drew his sword for the first time that night, and plunged its length into the soft pillow and through the back of the chair. He left his sword there, the symbolic message clearly relayed. This was no longer the kingdom of Whitecastle, this was no longer anything more than a port city of historical value. There was no worth in anything remaining of the prior monarchy aside from what he decreed so. It was nothing but another province of the ever expanding, now Empire of Modra.
"Retire to your quarters, 'Lady' Julia. You will be busy tomorrow pacifying 'my' people. Ill not have your efforts be hampered by lack of rest." He walked back towards Julia before passing her again, and striding off towards the door, "My men will ensure you are safely escorted to your quarters. Goodnight."
He exited the great hall with a dark smiling curling around his lips.

Da'Karro entered the Princess Scarlets bedchamber, the unconscious girl still limp in his arms. He motioned for Isabella, who trailed behind him, to remove the bedclothes from the four poster bed and check for any hidden weapons or items. Finding none, she silently nodded to Da'Karro, he lay the girl down on the soft linen sheets. He rolled the girl onto her side and using his small dagger, made a long cut down the back of her white wedding gown.
Isabella looked around searchingly, seemingly looking for another in the empty bedchamber. She set to work searching the room as Da'Karro made short work of removing the girls bloody, tattered wedding gown. Seemingly pleased that no one else inhabited the room Isabella returned to Da'Karros side and helped him pull the last pieces of the girls gown from beneath her prone form. She lay in her undergarments, her skin prickling slightly at the cold wind that blew in through the still open window. Da'Karro pulled up the girls sheets and ensured the girl was kept adequately warm. The shock of the day would have an effect on her body, and sickness would come easy should he allow it. He turned to Isabella and nodded, his voice a low whisper, "Go get some rest Isabella. I will take first watch. Find Ramas and tell him the same. I cant have my two best people too exhausted to stand."
She nodded silently, and in the silent stillness of the room, where none could see, she extended a hand and gently squeezed his arm. She then turned and left as quietly as a ghost.
Da'Karro closed the door behind her and walked to the window, which he closed, watching the dying flames of the burning city glow softly as the first signs of mornings approach could be seen lightening the sky beyond the mountains to the east. He closed the blinds to the sight and turned back to the room. Grabbing a chair from the vanity and seating it by the door. He picked up a small hand mirror and snapped off the wooden handle, feeling its texture and weight in his hand. Sitting in the chair Da'Karro drew a small dagger and began using its sharp edge to carve into the soft wood.

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Scarlet blinked back to reality, her arms around the man, clinging to him, shivering from her dream. "Easy little one, easy." Her breath coming to her, short and shallow. She looked at him, watching his eyes, focusing on the cool gray of an overcast sky. Those eyes then turned to someone else that was in the room. "You know she did not do that on purpose. Now help me." He said and Scarlet looked at him, until the other person came into view. It was the woman who held the knife to her throat. The sight of her made Scarlet swallow, and the look in the woman's eyes made her shiver.

She didn't like her.

She blinked a few more times, before her dream came back to her and looked up the man again. "Wha...Something grabbed me....I was drowning...."She said, though she didn't know why. "You were there but you wouldn't...."She stopped and looked down, noticing how she was near naked in his arms. A blush reddened her face.

"C-can you set me down...I think I'm alright now, thank you." She said, her voice no louder then a meow of a kitten.
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Julia sat at her vanity, brushing her midnight locks, impatiently. The King's words dancing in her mind again. "Your easy submission to my rule is unexpected, but welcome. Perhaps there will be a place for your skills and pedigree in my plans." He said, after snatching his hand away. He then stabbed the throne with his sword, causing Julia to jump in surprise.
"Retire to your quarters, 'Lady' Julia. You will be busy tomorrow pacifying 'my' people. Ill not have your efforts be hampered by lack of rest." He said then and walked off. "My men will ensure you are safely escorted to your quarters. Goodnight."

He called her Lady...Not Queen as he had.

She would not let this stand, she would be Queen it was her birthright and she would not let him take that from her. Not when she was so close, all she had to do was charm him. She knew ways to a man's heart but she had to learn him first. She set down her brush, and turned to her 'Guard' and dark skin man with strange marks.

"You, Tell me about your King." She demanded, looking at him through the mirror, while she began to braid her hair. She would have typically had one of her ladies in waiting do this, but they've all gone or been killed, no matter, she knew how to do it. "What drives him?" She asked, whilst her nimble fingers dancing through her hair.

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The girl blearily looked around mumbling some almost incoherent ramblings about her nightmare before resurfacing to reality and seeming to take stock of exactly how few clothes she had on, and how close she was holding herself to Da'Karro.
"C-can you set me down...I think I'm all right now, thank you." The girl stammered awkwardly, it only dawning on Da'Karro now that this was probably the closest she had ever been to a man with next to no clothes on. He quickly set the girl back down into her bed, unsure of the parameters of his guard duty suddenly. Should he have done that? Should he touch her at all aside from so protect her? Was what he just did appropriate?
He had no idea. It didn't matter.
He turned to Isabella, sighing exasperated, "I need to sleep, she is yours for the next few hours. If she wishes to leave her chambers, fine, but she cannot leave the castle grounds and you must accompany her at all times. Oh, and um, make sure she wears something suitable." He finished his instructions and Isabella responded with a pair of rolled eyes and and a nod.
Good enough.
He wearily bid farewell to the still recovering princess, and left the room, making his way to where he assumed the guest rooms must be. Finding a suitable room he quickly stripped his armour and collapsed into the soft bed, blessed sleep claiming him the moment his head hit the pillow.

Ramas was unsure who drew the shorter straw, him dealing with the vain, indignant elder sister, or Da'Karro and Isabella dealing with the suicidal younger one. He stood quietly near the door, having taken over from the man who had watched her throughout the night. She sat by her vanity, having only woken recently herself, and she didn't look like she was taking the Modran occupation quite as well this morning as she had the night before.
"You, Tell me about your King." The woman demanded suddenly, stirring Ramas from his reverie, "What drives him?"
Ramas was slightly taken aback by the question and for a moment was unsure of how to answer, "He is... Not my King, for starters, I am part of the Mercenary force know as the Harrowers. But as to his own temperament? I cannot say I would know the man enough to make an accurate summary of his personality." He adjusted the buckler on his left arm habitually, before running a hand over his shaven head, the first few bristles of hair beginning to sprout along his scalp. "On the one time I met him at the strategy meeting, he seemed... Intelligent, incredibly intelligent, and ruthless. He cared not for civility or etiquette, he was pragmatic in the extreme, and clearly inspired utter loyalty in his men." He cleared his voice and looked the woman in the eye, "He is one of the most strong willed men I have ever seen, and is possibly one of the greatest military and political strategists alive."

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The man sat her down on her bed, and Scarlet scrambled for sheets. Why she wasn't sure, he'd already seen her...held her.
It didn't help that the man didn't look very sure himself at the moment. Of what, she couldn't say. He then turned back to the woman, Isabella. "I need to sleep, she is yours for the next few hours. If she wishes to leave her chambers, fine, but she cannot leave the castle grounds and you must accompany her at all times. Oh, and um, make sure she wears something suitable. He said and Scarlet felt small. She didn't plan on leaving her chambers...not yet anyway. It was the last thing she wanted.

It was then that the man bid her farewell and was off, leaving Scarlet confused. She didn't want him to leave. She blinked and remembered. He killed her parents, and probably countless others. She should want him gone and yet....


Scarlet abandoned the confusing thoughts and curled back into bed. "I don't plan on going anywhere, so no need to worry." She told the veiled woman, looking the woman in the eyes. She wondered why she covered her face, she had beautiful eyes. She remembered the man saying something about Scarlet doing something but it wasn't on purpose.

"I'm sorry...I don't know what I did to you, but I am sorry if I upset you." She said tugging the sheets over her shoulders. "And for what my sister said, granted, you did occupy my families castle, help kill my men, held a knife to my throat, call me pathetic and weak...."Scarlet stopped herself. Why was she always so nice to people, she should hate them, she did hate them...or at very least wanted to...maybe she was weak.

"Ignore her...is what I'm trying to say, she says horrible things about everyone..." She told her before laying back down, and curling up in the blankets.
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"He is... Not my King, for starters, I am part of the Mercenary force know as the Harrowers. But as to his own temperament? I cannot say I would know the man enough to make an accurate summary of his personality." the dark man said and Julia rolled her eyes. "On the one time I met him at the strategy meeting, he seemed... Intelligent, incredibly intelligent, and ruthless. He cared not for civility or etiquette, he was pragmatic in the extreme, and clearly inspired utter loyalty in his men." He cleared his throat. "He is one of the most strong willed men I have ever seen, and is possibly one of the greatest military and political strategists alive."

Julia huffed. "That was completely useless...." She said. "I don't care what type of King he is, I want to know what type of man he is...." She said and stood up. "I'll ask someone who actually knows." She said, with a wave of her hand, brushing him off but then a thought occurred to her. He was a mercenary, and probably low on the food chain...but the one looking after Scarlet, that one, Misantri, he would probably know something,

"Your Leader, Misantri, was it, he would probably know something, yes?" She asked him. She had to learn more about this King. She had to get close, make him need her...but she had to get to know him first, and this fool knew nothing, she had to talk to someone who does.

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"I don't plan on going anywhere, so no need to worry." The girl said once Da'Karro had left, Isabella, true to form, said nothing, merely moving over to where Da'Karro had sat and, once having brushed away the small pile of wood shavings, seated herself stiffly. The girl continued to talk, despite the fact that Isabella could clearly not care less, "I'm sorry...I don't know what I did to you, but I am sorry if I upset you, and for what my sister said, granted, you did occupy my families castle, help kill my men, held a knife to my throat, call me pathetic and weak...." The girl trailed off as she seemed to realise that she was berating an armed assassin who had already taken a dislike to the young princess, "Ignore her...is what I'm trying to say, she says horrible things about everyone..."
Ignore her, as if she gave a shit what some spoilt brat said as Isabella and her comrades took everything from her. Nothing she could have said would be anything as bas as what she had heard before. She had heard every derogatory slur under the sun, and she was no longer phased by them. She was far too jaded to care what some high borne whore thought of her.
She nodded, if for no other reason than just the vain hope it would shut the girl up. Despite the soft bed and rest she had received before, Isabella had a short fuse at the best of times and was still tired from the long night before. At least Da'Karro had been able to deal with the girl while she slept, and Isabella could only look mournfully forward to a long day of awkward, one sided conversation, at best feeble attempts at civility, and at worst veiled threats and insults.
Unable to get comfortable on the seat she rose and walked over to the window, pulling back the drapes to observe the city below through the glass. The fires that had burned the night before had petered out, only the faintest wisps of smoke still curling into the clear sky. It would be hard to see that any battle had occurred had she not been a part of it the night before and knew what to look for. The walls still stood proud and unmolested, having been bypassed by the elusive Harrowers the night before. King Decimus had wanted to take Whitecastle with as little damage to the cities infrastructure as possible. What damage had been done was already being seen to by the veritable legion of builders, craftsmen and ministers that had followed in the wake of the invasion force. The king may have taken the city by force, but he was a intelligent leader, and knew the best way to pacify the masses was to improve their standard of living past what it had been prior to the invasion. Already homes were being rebuilt, compensations were being paid, and the wounded cared for by physicians and healers. Isabella thought that it would not be long until the citizens of Whitecastle and the surrounding countryside accepted Decimus as not only their king, but as a better ruler than the one they had had previously. If the strategy meeting had been any indication, this invasion had been only the first in a series of conquests Decimus planned. the great wealth of Modra would ensure that conquered populations remained pacified and productive. If Decimus planned on maintaining the momentum of his crusade, he would need to get the workforce of Whitecastle swiftly back into functioning ad loyal shape to fuel his armies and military forces.
She turned back to the small, diminutive girl in the bed. She probably thought she was so important, so unique, her and her sister, that they were some great important cornerstone of their kingdom. Decimus's kingdom. They were nothing but pawns, coins and tools to be used and employed to their greatest affect. Even Isabella and Da'Karro, Ramas and all the other Harrowers, were simply tools to be used by the Modran king, fuel for his limitless ambition. Isabella knew her place, as did all the Harrowers. She doubted the princess had any notion of how unimportant she really was.

"That was completely useless..." The woman said petulantly, clearly displeased with what she had heard, Ramas could only shrug, he knew the king in a professional sense, not a personal one. Though he suspected the man was as every bit pragmatic and ruthless in his personal life as he was in his political one. "I don't care what type of King he is, I want to know what type of man he is...." She said standing up purposefully and walking towards the door, "I'll ask someone who actually knows." she seemed to pause at the door as a thought occurred to her, and she turned to Ramas, his huge frame dwarfing her petite one, but she met his eye none the less. Clearly defiant of the gap in power between them, "Your Leader, Misantri, was it, he would probably know something, yes?" She stated, clearly having already made her mind up about the matter.
"Da'Karro? He may have some greater insight into the kings character, he met with the king several times in the lead up to... our employment." He said, choosing his words carefully. Though he had no reason to be kind or civil with the virulent woman, in Ramas' experience, well chosen words and positive dialogue tended to ensure better outcomes than threats and veiled malice. "However, to my knowledge he watched over your sister during the night, and has since retired to his quarters after handing over your sisters protection to Isabella. If you require him, you will have to wait until he awakes, and even then, he is under no obligation to acquiesce to meet with you. We may be employed to guard you, but have no doubts about it, we are not yours to command, you will follow our orders, and though I would rather we maintain a cordial relationship, I am not beyond confining you to your rooms." He ended the sentence with a slight growl. He would work with the princess as best he could, but he knew that he must maintain who exactly was in charge here. She did not command his actions, he allowed hers.

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Scarlet watched the woman with a small amount of discomfort. She could almost sense her hatred for her. She curled up under the blankets. Sleep becoming a fleeting friend. Her mind conjuring up the worst of scenarios. The woman seemed to be a voluntary mute, so while she clearly could speak, she simply wouldn't, and probably didn't want to hear anything Scarlet had to say.

She wondered about her. Where she came from, how she got to be here, with this people. Scarlet wished she was as strong. She'd probably admire her if she didn't scare her to her very core.

Unable to stop herself, Scarlet opened her mouth, "You seem strong....I wish I was as strong as you." She was honestly just thinking aloud. That was her problem, she was never a good lady, in the way that, she spoke her mind all too often, she was well behaved beyond that. "I'm sorry, I know you don't want to talk to me, it is clear you don't even like me,I suppose for a woman as strong as you, seeing a girl as weak as me, probably makes you hate me, I understand...I just..."Scarlet stopped herself from more word vomit, and turned in the bed, closing her eyes once more. Trying hard to get some form of sleep before the day began.

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"Da'Karro? He may have some greater insight into the kings character, he met with the king several times in the lead up to... our employment." He said, "However, to my knowledge he watched over your sister during the night, and has since retired to his quarters after handing over your sisters protection to Isabella. If you require him, you will have to wait until he awakes, and even then, he is under no obligation to acquiesce to meet with you. We may be employed to guard you, but have no doubts about it, we are not yours to command, you will follow our orders, and though I would rather we maintain a cordial relationship, I am not beyond confining you to your rooms."
Julia clicked her teeth impatiently. "You will watch how you speak to me..." She told him emphatically, her hands on her hips. Being confined in here would not be a good idea. She needed someone on her side.

With that, something came to mind. Julia simply smiled to herself and walked over to her wardrobe, searching for something to wear. She was, by no means, flirting with the dark skinned man, he was below her, was the rest of his ilk, but that was beyond the point, flirting would only get her so far...with the King. Her people however. She could start a rebellion, makes sure that they are loyal to her, and only her, despite how she would need Scarlet's help for that, Scarlet was always good with making friends, Julia didn't need friends, she needed allies. Scarlet could convince her people to stay secretly loyal to Julia, while following along while she played the good little lady to the King, until she amassed such a following that she could crush whatever he may want with so much as a word. What is a King without people? He would have to cater to them for a while, or kill them all, which wasn't likely given that he would have done it by now.

From then on, she ignored the dark skin man and began shifting through her dresses.

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"You seem strong....I wish I was as strong as you." The girl said, piquing Isabellas interest. Oh, if only this girl knew how weak she had once been, you did not just become strong, you had to make yourself strong, work for it and fight. Only then could you have the power to control your own life.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't want to talk to me, it is clear you don't even like me,I suppose for a woman as strong as you, seeing a girl as weak as me, probably makes you hate me, I understand...I just..." The girl trailed off, unsure perhaps of how to continue. She rolled over in her bed, apparently trying to find some solace in the oblivion of sleep. Isabella padded over quietly to the girls wardrobe, opening it and sifting through the various fine dresses and beautiful gowns that populated its depths. Finally she came across something suitable, and removed it from the closet. Onto the girls bed she threw a pair of fine tights, the shortest, loosest dress she could find and a ribbon which the girl could tie her hair back with. A brief foray to the table Da'Karro had already crippled gave her two slender shafts of wood, nearly half a metre long each. She walked back to the girl on the bed and tossed her one of the pieces of wood. Then with a single slender hand, motioned for the girl to dress and get out of bed.
Da'Karro carved wood to pass the time, Isabella would instruct this girl on the value of strength.

"You will watch how you speak to me..." Julia spat vehemently at Ramas, who only grinned, how odd it must be to possess so much power, and in the space of a night, lose it all and be left the prisoner of someone whome you had seen as so far below you as to be not worth the time of day. Julia glared at him for a second longer before a slight, cruel smile curled around her lips, and she moved away to her dresser, which she began to sift through in earnest. Ramas watched her carefully, though she had lost much, the woman was clearly no fool, and was no doubt plotting some way to turn the situation to her advantage, or enact some revenge upon her oppressors.
"Lady Julia, if I may offer up my humblest advice, do not plot against King Decimus. You will not be able to fool or outsmart him, and he is only keeping you alive because he believes you may be useful. The moment you become a hinderance," Ramas paused, partially because he was a dramatist, and partially for Julias benefit, to add weight to the importance of the situation, "He will not hesitate to kill you."

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Scarlet turned at the sound of movement coming from Isabella's way. More out of curiosity then anything else, she sat up only to find Isabella going through her clothes. Scarlet cocked her head like a confused puppy. Isabella turned to her, with clothes and of the table legs in her hands. She tossed one of them on the bed along with the clothes. More curious still, the woman then motioned for her to dress and get out of bed. There was a certain amount of excitement bloomed within Scarlet then as she began to pull on her clothing. The wood piece made her think that perhaps the woman would teach her, help her escape this life. This would all be much easier if she spoke. She heard the way the woman spoke before, and while it was angry and full of malice, there was something about it, that made it seem like speaking was difficult.

Moving her mind to the situation at hand, Scarlet grabbed the ribbon and tied back her midnight locks. She turned to the woman, with probably the worst attempt at hiding a smile she could ever muster, which is saying quite a bit, since she hadn't smiled in earnest in months, long before they showed up.

She grabbed the wooden stick. Unsure what to do with it but brandish it slightly, while looking at the veiled woman with the eager eyes of a student.

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"Lady Julia, if I may offer up my humblest advice, do not plot against King Decimus. You will not be able to fool or outsmart him, and he is only keeping you alive because he believes you may be useful. The moment you become a hinderance," The dark man spoke while Julia pulled a dress out and held it to her chest. She turned up her nose before putting it back and searching again. "He will not hesitate to kill you." He urged and Julia turned to him, tilted her head and smiled. "The wise man can play the fool, but the fool can not play the wise man..." She said, before dropping her hands from the wardrobe and walking up to him. "I am no fool," She told him. "I will be very useful, in fact, may very well rely on me." She said and smiled before turning back to her previous mission.

In Julia's mind, she was reminded of what her mother had once told her, "When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."

And she had no plans on dying this day or any other.

"Now, What are the colors of his people, do you know?" She said pleasantly. " I wish to make impression."

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Isabella had to stifle a laugh as she saw how both at once how eager the girl was, and how inept. She held the wooden stick so firmly in her hands it was as if she thought it would try and run away, her feet were flat at the end of straight, knee locked legs. Isabella had never taught anyone before, but she figured the best thing to do was lead by example.
She spread her legs winder, till they were just slightly further distance apart than her shoulders, she then lowered her body just the slightest, bit, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet, her legs tense and ready to spring at the slightest warning. Her stick fell behind her back, partially obscured by the veils of cloth that clung to her dancers frame. She motioned at her own body with her free hand, then motioned at the girls, trying to indicate that she should emulate her pose.

"The wise man can play the fool, but the fool can not play the wise man..." Julia said, dropping what she was doing and sauntering up to Ramas. A lesser man would have thought her flirtatious, Ramas had seen the destruction Isabella could cause with a seductive look, and knew better than to be fooled by the womans charms, "I am no fool," She told him. "I will be very useful, in fact, may very well rely on me."
She turned on her heel suddenly and strode back over to her dresser, where she began again the task of looking for something to wear, "Now, What are the colours of his people, do you know?" She said, her tone suddenly cordial and pleasant "I wish to make impression."
Ramas sighed, there would be no dissuading this woman, and he supposed there was no harm to him in at least assisting her plans to seduce the King, "The Modran Royalty once prided themselves on their lavish dress and expensive jewellery, however, since the Emerald Rebellion, King Decimus has adopted a much more... Humble, approach to fashion in the Modran nobility. Simple garbs of tasteful yet reserved design are the usual and King Decimus will often appear to the masses and his lords in attire of vastly lower prominence than one would expect of his station. The Modran Royal House colours are Emerald green and black, though furs are commonplace in much of North Modra and the capital to accommodate the cold climates of the mountains."
Despite his barbarian-esque physique, Ramas actually had a great interest in the cultures and customs of various nations, and his exceptional memory allowed him to recall these facets of a nations identity with relative ease. He had set off from his Island home to see the world, and that was exactly what he had done.
"I trust that is sufficient, Lady Stark?"

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Scarlet took note of who the woman moved, but didn't move herself until the woman instructed. Scarlet rose to the balls of her feet, after spreading her legs. She held to stick lightly, hiding in behind her back as the woman had. She looked up at the woman, inquiring with her eyes to if she were doing it properly, only to have the stick slip from her fingers, and clatter to the floor. Scarlet fumbled to pick it up, and returned to her original position.

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"The Modran Royalty once prided themselves on their lavish dress and expensive jewellery, however, since the Emerald Rebellion, King Decimus has adopted a much more... Humble, approach to fashion in the Modran nobility. Simple garbs of tasteful yet reserved design are the usual and King Decimus will often appear to the masses and his lords in attire of vastly lower prominence than one would expect of his station. The Modran Royal House colours are Emerald green and black, though furs are commonplace in much of North Modra and the capital to accommodate the cold climates of the mountains." He told her and Julia only heard emerald and black, she really didn't care for the history lesson.

"I trust that is sufficient, Lady Stark?"

"Yes yes, Sufficient is the proper term, I suppose." She said as she then dashed her fingers through the dresses until she found a simple -by White Castle standards- green gown, with a brown corset.She allow her dark hair to spirl down her back and over her shoulders, while she braided two braids and tied them at the back of her head.

"You can step out now, unless you mean to watch me dress?" She told him before gesturing toward the door. "I won't be long."

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Isabella rolled her eyes and pressed her face into her free hand, this may be more difficult than she had first surmised. She strode up to the small girl and took a hold of the hand in which she held the wooden stick, adjusting her grip on it to something more suitable, this was an assassins blade she was meant to be holding, not some brutes club. Satisfied with the grip she moved on to the girls stance, firmly moving and adjusting her arms, legs and torso, poking and prodding her to get her to tense, gently pushing her back and forth from different directions to test her balance. When Isabella was pleased with her work, she returned to where she had stood and, having settled into her position, held out her free hand, holding up three fingers. She slowly counted down on her hand dropping a finger with each beat.
3...
2...
1...
With a flurry of dancing cloth Isabella hurled herself at the girl, who to her credit, at least didn't drop the piece of wood, but rather raised it before her in some makeshift defence. A single, soaring kick to the girls forearm sent her mock-dagger spinning across the room. Isabella drove a knee, hard up into the girls solar plexus, causing her to double up, the air whooshing from her lungs. She then performed a cartwheeling roll over the girls hunched back, and, using the momentum hurled the petite princess onto the bed beside her, landing dace first into the sheets. With a leap, Isabella flew from where she had landed up and onto the stricken girl, pinning her arms with her knees and yanking her head back by her hair. In a single swift movement, her own mock-knife pressed against the soft skin of the princesses neck, and withdrew, the implied damage obvious.
Isabella then hopped off the girls back and returned to where she had begun the duel, and resumed her position, waiting for the girl to regain her breath.

"Yes yes, Sufficient is the proper term, I suppose." She said as she picked out a dress that best suited the description Ramas had given, then bagan performing some elaborate weave with her long, ebony hair. "You can step out now, unless you mean to watch me dress?" She said and gestured behind Ramas to the door, "I won't be long."
Ramas sighed again, he had been doing a lot of that today, he hoped it wasnt a sign of what his future had in store for him, "I am afraid, Lady Stark, that I have been given explicit order not to let you out of my sight. Since your sisters... Outburst... Last night, I am afraid that you both are to be monitored twenty four hours a day, no matter what." He looked down at his feet, clearly more uncomfortable about the situation than she was, "So I am afraid, much to my displeasure, I shall have to remain here, while you prepare."