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King Decimus Madror

"I will take what my father was too weak to."

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

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King Decimus Madror:

Physical description: Tall and lean, Decimus is the epitome of royal elegance and stature. His clothes are delicately woven of the finest fabrics and his black hair impeccably kept. The vibrant green eyes of the Madror family burn in his handsome, angular face. Far from an overfed royal, he maintains his figure with great pleasure, and often, through the employment of pleasure.

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Personality: Decimus is ambitious, ruthless and fiendishly intelligent, ruling with a iron grasp and a fierce passion. He is by no means a tyrant in his kingdom, The many riches mined in the Modra Mountains maintain a steady, large income, and Decimus is more than happy to use that wealth to ensure his peoples happiness. Loved by the people and protected by the faultless loyalty of his armies, he has turned the once opulent and exploitive nature of his kingdom into a patriotic and fierce machine of conquest. His boundless ambition has set its eyes on the nation of Whitecastle to the north, and in secret, me musters his armies to sweep across Whitecastle in a wave of heavily armed and armoured fanatics.

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Equipment: A diplomat and a politician by nature, Decimus is uninterested in physical battle but is a skilled tactician and commander, utilising the many forces under his command to great effect. His greatest asset, The Harrowers, a sect of skilled assassins, warriors and spies, who are the vanguard of his military might and in their wake, there is nothing left but shadows and corpses.

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Historical background: Son of King Konrad and Queen Leamia Madror, Decimus was raised as any child of a wealthy monarchy would be, taught arts, sciences, politics and military strategy. He was an avid student and soon reached the limits of his tutors instruction. Civil war broke out across Madror when Decimus was 14, and in the fierce fighting that followed, his father, King Konrad, was slain after accepting the parley of an enemy commander. Rather than mourn his fathers death, Decimus immediately went about establishing a way to end the war, his mother however, sank into madness and delusions. During these first few months as a boy king, Decimus learned hard truths about his kingdom that his father had kept hidden from him. His people were starving, the immense wealth that the great mines produced had been hoarded by his father and many other lords of the kingdom. This was what has ignited the rebellion, The people rising up against the monarchy just so they could live. Decimus, shocked by what he saw, what he learned, immediately sent word to the rebellion commanders, insisting that he was not the same man as his father, and was prepared to broker peace, the outcome his own father had refused, the day he died. Although hesitant at first, soon the commanders of the rebellion agreed to meet with the young king, and it was not long till order was restored to Modra. Then came the witch hunt. Employing those commanders tha had previously been his enemies, Decimus led an internal crusade against the lords who had denied his people. Many heads of houses lost their lives in the inquisition and many others were destroyed completely, their lands given to the commanders who had cared for their people so much that they ad risen up against their king in their defence. From this point forward, Decimus secured the utter loyalty of his people, and transformed his kingdom into the military and trade powerhouse it is today, his ambition to spread his lands to the north only fuelled by his peoples unerring dedication to their king and country.

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So begins...

King Decimus Madror's Story

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She was going to do it. She was going to pitch herself from the tower. She wouldn't marry him, she couldn't.

Scarlet Stark stood at the window of her chambers, which sat high in the keep's many towers, overlooking the garden. She thought about running away, but they would find her, besides where would she go. She knew no one. Had no one. Her family she was only a coin. Nothing more. She was the second born daughter of a King and Queen. They a daughter, a rightful heir, but they'd been trying for a boy, what they got was her to make matters worse, she was sick most of the time. Most of her childhood was spent inside, coughing up blood, hardly breathing, sleep only possible with milk of poppy to ease the pain. When she finally got better, by some strange miracle. They thought it best to make her someone else's problem and thus why she stands, contemplating her death.

A tear slide down her cheek, as the wind whipped around her legs, tugging on the wedding gown she wore. She was to be married today. To a horrible man, who wanted nothing more then her body and her dowry.

Was this really all she was?

She couldn't live like this.

She rose a foot, dangling it over the window, the cold wind like an icy grip around her skin, she closed her eyes and decided.

Just as she was about to let go, and end it all, did the smell of smoke enter her nose. She opened her eyes, and saw the Kingdom in flames. Why hadn't she noticed this before, she wondered. She watched as the dull grey sky being to glow orange. She moved her foot back to the ledge and watched with an odd amount of curiosity.

Screaming then. All she heard was screaming....then the clashing of swords, then chaos erupted outside of her door. She turned her head, as men burst through her chambers. She stopped caring already, and didn't bother to fight for her life, instead she jumped, only for someone to catch her before she felt and yank her back into the room.

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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
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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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Isabella pondered how best to answer the girls quandary, true, it would be easier if she could instruct the girl with words as well as actions, but that was not an option.
She clearly needed to explain a few things before training could begin in full, but... that would be more difficult than if it were with any other teacher. Isabella held up her own arm and pulled back the robes that covered it, revealing her pale, smooth skin. She held her other hand around her upper arm, gesturing to it with her eyes and head, then took the girls arm, and put her hand around the girls, slightly smaller arm. Her grip almost equal between them. She then moved closer to the girl, and compared the heights between them, with Scarlet being the same hight if a few centimetres shorter. She stepped back and patted down the sides of her torso, revealing where her build sat beneath the shifting golden sari. She then performed the same action on the girl, revealing their similar build and size. Finally Isabella took a step back and motioned between the two of them. You, she motioned, me, she continued, then rolled her hand in a circular motion for Scarlet to continue and understand
She prayed to god this worked.

"My name is Ramas, Lady Stark, if it pleases you to know. And I do not care, not for you in any case, but I do obey orders, and my orders are to keep you safe." He continued to follow her along the corridors towards the throne room. The long walk dreary and silent as Ramas refused to relent to his usual rumbustious humour and it seemed Lady Julia was preparing for her attempt at subverting the kings rule. It was clear to Ramas what she was trying, and it would be clear to Decimus as well, but it was hardly unexpected. Da'Karro had been against the keeping of the Royal princesses alive, calling them an unnecessary hassle and the sowers of the seeds of rebellion. Decimus had admitted the commanders points, but explained that he would rather have the possibility of having an asset, rather than burning house before he had checked within for its riches.
"The girls may prove useful," Decimus had said, "And if they become a hindrance later, we can always dispose of them then."
Ramas remained unconvinced. Surely any tool, that posed such a threat, would be one that the king could manage without, but he had kept his council. Such matters were not his place. The threat the girls posed were matters to be decided by King Decimus and his advisers.
As they entered the throne room, the hall buzzed with activities, military officers, scouts, administrators and magistrates all scurried around the room in a flurry of organised chaos. At the eye of the storm, orchestrating this orchestra of discordant activity, was King Decimus, his regal armour of the night before replaced by a simple shirt and jerkin of plain but fine quality, and a pair of similarly fashioned breeches. His crown till rested upon his brow, if for no other reason than to assist in his advisers locating him in the frantic chaos. It was here that Ramas took the lead, striding ahead of Julia towards the king, and performing a quick bow before speaking.
"King Decimus," He began careful to remain respectful and as uncommanding as he could, he did not want to come of as having 'ordered' Decimus to speak with Lady Julia, "Lieutenant Ramas of the Harrowers Mercenary force, Lady Julia Stark requests humbly audience with your Majesty, should you have a moment to spare."
Decimus looked up from the long table of maps and charts he had been looking at and smiled, "Ramas, you were the commander utop the gates when I arrived were you not? I would recognise your voice amongst a hundred, so impressive is its tone. Of Course I have a moment for Lady Julia."

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Scarlet watched as the woman pulled back the sleeve of her robe, with a curious gaze. Clearly she was miming something and it while it was difficult to understand at first, she felt she understood.

"You and I..." She said, backtracking on all of the motions the woman made. "We're the same height, for the most part, same weight....same....You want to teach me to be strong like you....you think I can be?" Scarlet asked, tentatively, hoping not to sound presumptuous. "Is that what you mean? To teach me to be strong...like you?"
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"My name is Ramas, Lady Stark, if it pleases you to know. And I do not care, not for you in any case, but I do obey orders, and my orders are to keep you safe."
Julia could only laugh. "Liar, liar." She teased and the rest of the trip remained silent. She was fine with that. She had to focus anyway, flirting would not work on the King, though she was a bit ardent in her attempt the previous night. She'd have to be more subtle in her words this time around, more subservient then she had been. She didn't like it but she'd make it work. She had to appear useful, not lustful.

Julia stroll into the room with Ramas, the hall abuzz with movement. She supposed a conquering of a kingdom was busy work. Julia's eyes fell on the king, dressed smartly in his regal attire, not much unlike herself, with it's subtly, it had appeared that Ramas words were true in how this man presented himself. He wasn't a spoiled King. This would prove more difficult then Julia first thought.

No matter, she had a game to win, and what is a game without a challenge.

"King Decimus," Ramas spoke."Lieutenant Ramas of the Harrowers Mercenary force, Lady Julia Stark requests humbly audience with your Majesty, should you have a moment to spare."
Julia wanted to laugh. Humble was never a word she would use to describe herself.
"Ramas, you were the commander atop the gates when I arrived were you not? I would recognise your voice amongst a hundred, so impressive is its tone. Of Course I have a moment for Lady Julia."

Julia stepped forward. "My Liege," She said with a graceful bow. "I thank you for your audience." She said before raising. " I thought it would be best to begin speaking with the people, as you requested, I'd rather not lose anymore my...I mean your people, due to anonymity on my part." She said trying to take on a personality similar to that of her sister's, before she lost her mind.
"My only wish is to make this transition go as smoothly as possible."

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Isabella shook her head, before tapping her temple.
Not strong, smart.
Isabella sauntered up to Scarlet, her body moving with a subtly sexuality that was erotic but not obscene, she advanced on the hapless Scarlet, getting so close to the young princess that their bodies almost touched, her face so close to the girl that she could feel her breath even through the fabric of her veil. She slid her hands sensually up the sides of Scarlets body, lightly caressing the curves of her nubile body. With a curling hand she encircled the girls head, her palm reaching around to gently cradle the back of her neck, and with gently pressed the girls head into her own shoulder and neck, her body arching and rubbing against Scarlets body as the girls face was muffled in the folds of her robe. With a insignificant jerk, Isabella jabbed her mock dagger into the girls ribs, stabbing up and into where her heart lay, safe, only thanks to the blunt wood held in place of a knife. Scalret tried to yelp in pain but as Isabella revealed, only now saw the true reason behind the sensual embrace, to muffle the scream of her victim.

"My Liege," Julia said with a ladylike curtsey, submissiveness dripping from her words with a hint of sensuality, "I thank you for your audience."
Decimus did not believe a word that flowed from her lips. The woman was a viper, ambitious like him, and a politician, the kind of woman that made terrible enemies and worse allies, but she had her uses yet, and as much as Decimus would never admit it, he may need her yet in his grand scheme.
"I thought it would be best to begin speaking with the people, as you requested, I'd rather not lose any more my...I mean your people, due to anonymity on my part." Julia said meekly, acting much younger and less intelligent than Decimus had been led to believe. He did not think for a single second that she was truly acquiescent to his usurpation of her throne, no monarch, especially one as vindictive and ambitious as he had been told, would simply keel over so easily.
"My only wish is to make this transition go as smoothly as possible."
Despite his deep mistrust, he had to play the diplomats name, as he knew, he needed her, at least for now, pacifying the people of Whitecastle would go much more smoothly with her vouching for him, even if it was just an act. Perhaps her sister would be easier to manipulate, but if last night was any indication, the girls political skills left much to be desired, but she held a strength of will and vigour that he could not help but admire.
"Then by all means Lady Stark, go forth and bring the people of our two nations into beautiful union, I wish for as little friction between our two cultures as possible. I am sure that Lieutenant Ramas here can see to any needs you require. There will of course need to be some time for messengers to spread word of your impending speech. I trust you can take this time to prepare what you will say to my people." He said, nodding at an attendant messenger who raised scroll and quill ready to recite what the king prescribed. "Lady Julia Stark will be speaking to the good people of Whitecastle at the setting of the sun in the city square, all are invited to attend, and hear the words she wishes to impart to the good civilians of Whitecastle, and assure them that remuneration and compensation will be given to all for the disruption caused by the new Emperor of Whitecastle, Modra and the Madror Empire, his majesty Decimus Madror, and that this joining of nations is not a curse, but a boon to both people, as we work together to form a stronger future for all." He finished, the messenger jotting down the last words, before nodding at the king and walking towards the exit. Decimus turned back to Julia, his patricians smile ever present.
"I trust you can relay this message in more detail, Lady Julia? Now if you dont mind, I have much that requires my attention, I leave you to prepare for this task." He turned back to the table, where already a small handful of generals and administrators waited on his advisement and attentions. He seemed to pause for a moment, before casting over his shoulder, "Lady Julia, take your sister, I feel it will be pertinent for the people to see that both daughters of the Stark Line alive and well."

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Scarlet frowned some as the woman touched her temple. Smart. She wanted to teach her to be smart.

Admittedly, of late, she hadn't been very smart, trying to kill herself more than once, didn't rank very high in the ways of intelligence, but it seemed odd, how was teaching her to be smart coincide with teaching her to fight. Knowledge, no matter what form, was still knowledge, but there was something Scarlet was missing.

This fact was made even more clear when Isabella sauntered up to her, much in a way that Julia would a man she wanted something from. It was sensual and most importantly, came from nowhere. Clearly this was a lesson, but Scarlet couldn't pay much attention to that as Isabella's hand found her waist and rose up her body. Scarlet grew chills. None of this made sense to her. Clearly the woman was far from attracted to her, and the feelings were mutual, no matter how lovely her eyes were. It didn't matter as Scarlet was somewhat entranced by this, how it felt to be touched by another person, woman or not. Sex and things of that nature wasn't lost on Scarlet, but it wasn't something she thought very fondly of, what with her marriage to Blackwood, and how she was to be slightly above a concubine. Sex scared her, actually but soon she would be taught how it had its uses.

Isabella moved her hands to the back of her head, raising Scarlet's chin, and before she knew it, she felt a sharp pain in her ribs, causing a cry to escape her lips. That explained everything to Scarlet then, and it was then she understood her sister a bit better. Sexuality had its uses, if Scarlet could learn to seduce a man the way that Isabella had seduced her, she could get him to drop his guard, and kill him should she want to.

Isabella did want to make her smarter, as it was clear that Scarlet wasn't much one of direct combat.

She shoved away from Isabella. "I get it now..." She said, breathing paced, though her eyes never left the veiled woman. "Teach me how to conceal a weapon...." She asked her. If she could get close to the king, maybe, just maybe...she could kill him.

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"Then by all means Lady Stark, go forth and bring the people of our two nations into beautiful union, I wish for as little friction between our two cultures as possible. I am sure that Lieutenant Ramas here can see to any needs you require. There will of course need to be some time for messengers to spread word of your impending speech. I trust you can take this time to prepare what you will say to my people." The King said, and gestured to a messenger and unfurled a scroll. Julia arched an eyebrow. "Lady Julia Stark will be speaking to the good people of Whitecastle at the setting of the sun in the city square, all are invited to attend, and hear the words she wishes to impart to the good civilians of Whitecastle, and assure them that remuneration and compensation will be given to all for the disruption caused by the new Emperor of Whitecastle, Modra and the Madror Empire, his majesty Decimus Madror, and that this joining of nations is not a curse, but a boon to both people, as we work together to form a stronger future for all." He said before taking his leave. Decimus turned back to Julia, smiling like a wolf.
"I trust you can relay this message in more detail, Lady Julia? Now if you dont mind, I have much that requires my attention, I leave you to prepare for this task." He said and Julia bowed graciously. "Of course, My Liege." She said humbly. He turned away and Julia felt her lip twitch in annoyance. He was making this all too easy for her. He dismissed her so causally, it was insulting her intelligence. "Lady Julia, take your sister, I feel it will be pertinent for the people to see that both daughters of the Stark Line alive and well." He said, casting his gaze over his shoulder.

"You read my mind, My Liege." She said, "However, with her current state of mind, I think it best if I speak to her alone...She will not bow so easily, you saw her, she was ready to end her life over a marriage....I believe I can talk her down, but I won't be able to do so with....Your men watching, she'll need to feel comfortable, safe...." She said. "I'll have them right outside the room, if it helps, I'll leave the door slightly ajar so they can hear what I am saying... but she shouldn't see them....otherwise, we'll never get her on our side." She said, but this time, her words were laced with innuendo, or cunning, they breathed true, she needed Scarlet on her side, and she knew that the King wouldn't want them speaking alone, so she had her words for Scarlet carefully chosen in her mind but she would be able to convey them in a way that Scarlet and only Scarlet would understand the double meaning.

They both were taught the ways of the wife, how to choose their words carefully, use them thoughtfully. They're mother was a cunning woman, and she taught them everything she knew.

"I will be as quick as a I can."

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"I get it now..." The girl said, finally understanding the lesson she was trying to teach, "Teach me how to conceal a weapon...."
Beneath her veil Isabella smiled, the girl was finally starting to understand.
She held out the short, blunt instrument, clearly displaying it before the diminutive girl. She performed a swift, elegant pirouette, returning to face, the table leg now returned to the shifting folds of her robes. She held up her hands to reveal their empty palms, openly inviting the girl to try and see the hidden weapon on her person.

"I will be as quick as a I can." Julia said, all to eager in Decimus' eyes to have her sister by her side, and her requests for private audience were suspicious to say the least, but he saw no harm in acquiescing to the womans desires, even if he included his own terms to the deal.
"Lieutenant Ramas," Decimus said, addressing the immense dark skinned man, "In your cohort their exists a woman who is mute, yes? the one who so swiftly saved the Princess Scarlet."
Ramas paused for a moment before replying, seeming hesitant to answer, "Yes my lord, Isabella does not speak."
"Excellent," Decimus replied, smiling at Lady Julia and Ramas both, "Isabella will remain with You and your sister, if I am not mistaken, she is with her now, so we needn't even locate her." He clapped his hands together in agreement, smiling again his politicians smile. "Now, if you will excuse me, I truly must return to my duties." He turned and engaged in a deep conversation with one of his generals, all thought of the prim lady and the coal black warrior gone.
"If you will follow me lady Julia," Ramas said, giving a slight nod of respect to the blown off woman, "I will escort you to your sisters chambers."

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Scarlet crossed her arms, trying to find where she hid the weapon. She rose a hand and then dropped it, second guessing herself. She had no idea where she hid it, nor how. "I have no idea..." She said with a frown before there was a knock at her door. Scarlet visibly stiffened, looking to Isabella timidly.

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"Lieutenant Ramas," the King spoke. "In your cohort their exists a woman who is mute, yes? the one who so swiftly saved the Princess Scarlet."
Ramas paused. "Yes my lord, Isabella does not speak." Julia arched an eyebrow. So the woman didn't speak. She felt a bit of pride in her deduction.
"Excellent," He said with a smile toward the both of them. "Isabella will remain with You and your sister, if I am not mistaken, she is with her now, so we needn't even locate her." He said with a clap and Julia nodded. "As you wish..." She said. Atleast the woman couldn't speak, but she still had to be careful, even though, if Scarlet was anything like her old self, she would have befriended the woman already, or at least made things less tense, which is what Julia needed. Scarlet comfortable. She needed to be if she was going to be of any use to her. "Now, if you will excuse me, I truly must return to my duties." He said and turned from her, putting her out of his mind. That was find, she put him in the back of her thoughts as well. She had to focus on her sister.
"If you will follow me lady Julia," Ramas said,nodded toward her. "I will escort you to your sisters chambers." Julia rolled her eyes. "Of course you are...as if I don't know where my sister's chambers are...." She said with a huff and they walked in silence, while Julia mentally preparing what she was going to say to Scarlet. Hoping she wasn't as suicidal as she had been the night prior. Julia did love her sister, in her own special way and Scarlet would be very important in her plans to overthrow the king.

Once they reached the door Julia gestured for Ramas to knock, figuring she might as well make use of the big man.

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Julia stood overlooking her people, Scarlet at her side. The King and his people behind her as she addressed the people.
It was time.

"People of White Harbor...I know you are afraid, confused, anger, but hear me." She began, her voice strong, carrying high over the clamour of people below. "We were invaded, and we have lost so much, my sister and I....witness the death of our parents..." SHe said, and Scarlet looked up at her, Julia didn't bother with a returned glance, she knew she was lying, they hadn't seen their deaths, just their heads.

"She and I were so afraid...." She said, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder for added effect. "We thought were sure to follow but instead, we were granted mercy, The King, let us live, just as he will let you live." She said, and smiled. "I am here to tell you, that this isn't a take over, instead, this is a new beginning, all you have to do, is what you are told, an your lives will be as they were, and as your new Queen and Princess and Royal Adviser Scarlet at my side, I will make sure of it, because I am here for you, we are here, we are here, to make sure that you remain the great and fair people you've always been." She said smiling, she knew she'd get flack for naming herself Queen, but she didn't give Demicus a choice now, if he killed her now, the people would revolt, and he'd have to kill them all, which did not work in his favor, she could see the people straightening, she had to play on their pride.

"All of this, depends on you, He is a good king, strong, intelligent, and when he saw how proud we are as people, he knew, my sister and I would be vital, to keeping you all, and everything we've built intact. and he called me Queen, to ensure that we as a people stay together, that what makes White Harbor great, stays in place, because what is a King without a Kingdom? Without you, he have only land...sure he could try to fill it but, it wouldn't be as it was, it is now. Thank you, my people, thank you for being so strong, and so proud." She said and the people cheered, chanting her name. Scarlet looked at her sister, faking a smile.

"He is going to kill us." She whispered and Julia turned and kissed her baby sister on her head. "He can't now, not unless he plans to rule a land of corpses."
"What if he wants to..."
"He would have done it already." She said and turned to the King and bowed graciously.

"You're King wishes to address you now." She said to the people and smiling back at the King.

"Your move, my liege."

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Julias speech was, adequate, not exactly what he had desired, but it served the purpose well. There was little he needed to do now but reinforce his rule as king. Perhaps keeping around the royal whores would not have been too much of a burden after all.
"Dear citizens of Whitecastle!" he called out to those assembled before him, their stony silent relaying their resentment better than words ever could, "I know, this must be a difficult, tumultuous time for you, but I urge you to please, go about your lives as usual. I wish for you not to see this as some sort of invasion, or destruction of your culture and customs, but a union of two great nations, bringing trade and prosperity to both in equal measure. I understnad the damage that has been done to your homes, to your families, I understand how it may seem like the rich and the lordly rule over you and control your existence, but no more. I have seen what mistreatment and abuse of the citizenry brings. When I discovered that my own father was starving the people of my country, I joined with the people! I fought against my own father and his royals, for daring to deign themselves as more important than you, the people. I assure you, I am not here to conquer you, I am not here to enslave you, I have joined our nations so that you too may be freed from royal oppression. As of tonight, I will be organising an election from amongst your ranks, the citizens, not the royal houses, to elect people who you deem are of wise and honourable counsel, who shall act as advisors to me as how best I may treat you. People of Whitecastle, I am not here to oppress you, I have come to uplift you, and allow you to take control of your own lives!"
The cheering was hardly roaring, and hardly representative of all, but as he rolled out the wealth of his nation into Whitecastle to pacify the citizenry, then even his detractors would not be able to deny the benefits he brought to their kingdom. The counsel of citizen representatives would also increase his popularity and enhance his own understanding of the populace. He turned and made his way back inside the palace.
There was much work to do, and he had no time to waste.

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Scarlet stood behind Da'Karro as he and her attackers....assassins went back and forth. Scarlet swallowed as Da'Karro gripped the hilt of his blade even harder.

When I say, run to the castle. Do not look back. Do not stop. Run till you find Isabella or Ramas or the king. Trust no one else." He said and Scarlet looked up at him wide eyed. "You want me to trust the King?" She peeped, only for him to screamed. "RUN!" He cried, startling her, She knew she should move, but she couldn't for all the blood that had shed in an instant. "RUN SCARLET!" He cried one more, and this time, Scarlet did as she was told.

Scarlet ran, as hard and as fast as she could until she was in the castle and even then she ran. Her first thought was Isabella, she trusted her, she didn't know Ramas, nor did she dare think to trust the king but she could trust her. She even sort of liked her.

Running, through the halls, she thought of Da'Karro and to her surprise, she worried. She worried for him and hoped he was alright, he wasn't so bad....he could have just had her killed then and there, his job would be over, unless he was in it for the gold, in which case wouldn't be so good but still, he told her to run. He was protecting her.

Why though, why were they trying to kill her? What had she done? They said it would be easy, she would go peacefully, but why? Did they think like she had, that things would be better for her if she died, or did they think--

"Opmf!" Scarlet ran squared into large man, who caught her before she fell. After regaining her breath, she looked up to find the last person she wanted to see at the moment.

"My...My Liege....." She stammered, staring at him wide eyed. He was here, and Da'Karro could be hurt, even if he didn't care about her, he at least cared enough about his employee that he wouldn't want to see him dead. "Da'Karro....Attackers...They...>He...They were going to kill me....but Da'Karro....he is fighting them...right now..." She managed through shallow breathes. She felt dizzy, and faint but she refused she didn't want to faint she wanted to be strong. "You have to do something, help him, there's so many." She cried, not really knowing the extent of Da'Karro's skill, even if she did, she'd still worry.

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Scarlet bolted for the Castle as her assailants descended upon Da'Karro, blades hacking and slashing as he duck and wove amongst them, parrying those he could not dodge, forced eternally onto the defensive as he fought back against his multiple attackers, blocking their pursuit of the Princess. As good as Da'Karro was, he was not superhuman, and he was slowly, inexorably forced onto the retreat, doing everything possible to stay alive against his horde of attackers. In desperation he tried to distract them and stall with words, hoping they would be too stupid, confident and drunk to see through the obvious ruse.
"Why do you attack your princess! She is the Daughter of your former king! You are men of Whitecastle! I would understand a attempt on the kings life but why her?!"
"Because she is blameless!" Their leader cried, striking again for Da'Karro, forcing the warrior further back as the battle continued. "Killing the king would do nothing, just subject us to another tyrant, Princess Julia is but a figurehead of his rule. But if we kill the pure Princess Scarlet, AND BLAME IT ON YOU AND THE KING, THE PEOPLE WILL RISE UP AGAINST YOU!"
The soldiers attacks grew frantic and furious as the hopelessness of their plight began to dawn in their minds. The princess had already gotten away, their mission had already failed. This realisation brought anger, and this frustration was directed at Da'Karro. Their attack feuled by a new found fury, they attacked with renewed strength, if less precision. Da'Karro knew he was fighting a losing battle, and could only stall until reinforcements arrive. He hoped he would last that long.

A running, crying princess had been the last thing Decimus had expected to see as he made his way towards the council chambers to prepare for that days discussions and decisions. She barrelled into him as he rounded a corner, causing his bodyguards to react to the sudden appearance of the girl as an attack, but stopped themselves when they realised who it was.
"My...My Liege....." Scarlet stammered as she realised exactly whom she had ran into, she swiftly recovered and hurriedly blurted out the meaning of her frantic flight, "Da'Karro....Attackers...They...He...They were going to kill me....but Da'Karro....he is fighting them...right now..." She managed to get out in a shallow, breathless voice, "You have to do something, help him, there's so many."
Da'Karro was right now fighting for his life. Decimus was loath to lose such a skilled ally. Once he had ascertained from the girl the location of the skirmish he turned to his men, "Go," he said to his bodyguards, "I will go raise the alarm and call more soldiers to the fight."
"My liege-" one of them began but was cut off by the sure minded king.
"That is an order, go." The two did not argue further and set off apace towards the gardens.
"This way my child." Decimus said, taking Scarlet by the arm and leading her into the castle further, already shouting for guards and soldiers to attend to him, so he may direct them to the fight. He continued this pattern until they returned to the Princesses own Quarters, where he hurried the girl inside.
"Stay here lady Scarlet. Bar the door and open it for none but myself or your protectors. Not even your sister, we know not who orchestrated this attack but know that you are more useful to me alive."
He swiftly shut the door and continued onwards back towards the gardens.

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Scarlet could barely breath, she kept looking back toward the garden where Da'Karro had been, hoping he'll come through. It was odd. She was terrified of the man, but he was fighting for her, they weren't after him, they were after her, and he could have easily let them take her, or fight with her there since he was being paid to protect her, but no, he told her to run. It was the way he said it. The urgency in his voice, not for the fight but for her...or perhaps she only imagined it.

"This way my child."
The King then grabbed her arm, gently, and lead her into the castle. She kept looking back as he gave his orders. "Stay here lady Scarlet. Bar the door and open it for none but myself or your protectors. Not even your sister, we know not who orchestrated this attack but know that you are more useful to me alive." He said once he take her to her room. Scarlet was shaking but she nodded and did as he instructed.

It was only afterward, when she was pacing did something he said register. Julia? He thinks, that this could be Julia's doing? But She wouldn't have her killed? Right? They were sisters, and she had told her, in a way, that she needed her by her side.

But that could have been a trick, things were tricky now, she didn't know who to trust...except...Da'Karro, she didn't know why she did, nor could she explain how she was sure, but he wouldn't hurt her, she knew it. He hardly spoke, but there was something in those cool grey eyes that told her she was safe in his care and he all but proved that today.

She moved the window, which he'd barred before, and peeked out. She could see the garden, but not very clearly, it was mostly color, for the distance, lots of green and dots of blue from the roses. She couldn't see Da'Karro, nor her attackers, so she closed her eyes, and prayed to the old gods and new that he would be alright.

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"It's... It's fine, Princess Scarlet, I don't mind." Da'Karro said and Scarlet turned to him, a small frown touching her brow. His entire sentence was confusing. She was a princess no longer, he knew that, he made it a point to call her Lady, not Princess, if that wasn't confusing enough, he stammered over his words and then, to top it all off, he said he didn't mind. As she was still processing his statement, he spoke again.
"I... I just came to check, that you were unhurt." He said, stammering again, and then she felt ashamed for pulling away from him. He really did want to know if she were okay, just as she wanted the same from him. Her expression softened as she gazed at him, and it was at that moment, that she wanted to wrap her arms around him again, and she wondered would he return the favor?
"Since you are fine I will return to my duties." He said turning, Scarlet's heart raced and without thinking, she reached out, capturing his arm with both hands. "Don't leave." She said, and while she couldn't hold his gaze, she didn't let go of his arm.

"I'm afraid..." She said. "I feel...." She paused and swallowed. What was she saying? She looked down at her feet, loosening her grip causing her hands slid down his arm. "I don't trust anyone else....I know I'm safe with you and...."She looked up again. "I just don't want you to leave...."
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Furious was probably the best term to describe Julia Stark at the moment. As she stormed down the hall to the small council meeting, she was did not have the general patience for at the moment. She ingored the mute behind her, who seemed lost in thought, as she made her way inside, Decimus was already there waiting. She wanted so very much to slap the smug look off of his face.

Ignoring the others around, she walked up to the table, the King at the head of it, she slammed her hand down, not taking a seat. "You told my sister, not to trust me? You think I would kill her? Honestly?" She said, her amber eyes narrowed.

"I do not care, who you are, I do not even care, that you killed my parents, and I told you, I can be very useful to you, but understand this, My liege my sister... she is off limits to you," She hissed, and cared little about what he would or could do to her. Scarlet's infatuation with Misantri was unnerving but now could be very useful. She had to nurture this, some how, She was sure the King would grow tired of herself, but if the mercenary were to fall in love with Scarlet....She was certain the King would have no choice but to marry her, truly make her Queen then she could attain her rebellion. She highly doubted that the King would want to face his mercenary not for the love of a woman, and love was a powerful motivator.

"Who were these people that attacked my sister and they better be already dead?"

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"I just don't want you to leave...." Scarlet said, and Da'Karro felt something within him wrench, what were these emotions, why were they happening?
Da'Karro clamped down hard on his emotions, a warrior could not be so susceptible to his own feelings, "I do not exist to serve you!" Da'Karro snapped, his frustration manifesting in anger, "I am not your friend I am your keeper. I will do my duty but nothing more." He said, and quickly exited the door slamming it behind him. He was struck with the overpowering urge to stop, reopen the door and apologise, but shoved the thoughts to the back of hius mind where they could be analysed later. This was not who he was, this was not his path, his future.
He forced his feet to turn and walk away, back towards where the war council sat, once there he would relieve Isabella of her duty and instruct her to watch Scarlet, Da'Karro suddenly hesitant to enter the girls presence again. The effect she had on him would get him killed, as it almost had today.

Decimus endured the Lady Julias rant, weathering the storm as a mountain weathers a passing breeze.
"I instructed Scarlet with the information I had at my disposal, Lady Julia. I knew I had nothing to do with the attack, and assumed that her protectors, as their reputation stands, would betray their employer, especially not the ones guarding your sister. Outside of this knowledge, I knew not whom could have organised such an attack."
He cold eyes bored into her own.
"I was therefore forced to instruct your sister to trust no one, not even you, just to be sure her safety was ensured. I assure you Lady Julia, you and your sisters health remain one of my primary concerns."
He turned to the assembled nobles and citizen council members, all hint of his cold calculation gone, returned was the charismatic man who could sway nigh on any with words alone.
"Apologies friends and honoured guests, the mornings frantic assassination attempt have made everyone a bit tense, I pray you excuse myself and the Lady Julia."
There was a chorus of muffled assurances and condolences, but Decimus had already returned his gaze to Julia, the cold calculation returned to his eyes.
"The men who were apprehended have been questioned and interrogated, any information they have not revealed will be extracted form them over the course of the next few months, although your protector Ramas assures me they will give in long before that. He is currently scouring the city for any who possess information about the attack. I assure you lady Julia, every effort is being made to apprehend the culprits behind this attack."