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Just Before The Dawn

Kingdom of Dafarzi

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Scarlet Stark [75] "I don't know where I belong anymore..."
Isabelle Mortarchs [58] "She doesn't speak, if she wants to, she will tell you why." - Da'Karro
Da'Karro Misantri [48] I am not a good man, but what is good anyway?
Julia Stark [48] "I was meant to be Queen, The King is of little consequence."
Ramas Kharbo [47] Hahaha! You're so small little girl, like a little twig, I fear the wind will blow you away!
King Decimus Madror [31] "I will take what my father was too weak to."

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"Yes, your parents are dead, I presented their heads to King Decimus last night." He said, his calm made her stomach turn. Her parents were dead and he killed them. The man that was sitting only a few feet from her. Scarlet clutched her sheets, trembling with rage and fear. "And he is not my king. I know not what he plans to do with you and your sister, though he is not one for courtship. Should he desire to marry your sister or yourself, it will be because he suits him as a tactical move and has some benefit to his strategy." He paused, working at the wooden piece in his hand. It made Scarlet twitch with impatience. "Once one of you bears him an heir I am sure you will meet with some unfortunate accident. Whichever one of you he doesn't wed will probably be used as some political bargaining chip. Undoubtedly married off to some lord he wishes to reward or bribe."
Scarlet's eyes went wide. He'll marry Julia, then kill her once she bares him an heir, knowing Julia, she only had nine months of life left...but she's be back in the same boat as she was before. Different King, Same Circumstances....She's be a coin again.
The man looked up at her, her amber eyes wide.
"Either way, I know not what the future holds for you, I can only make an educated guess. I am just here to ensure that the kings investment does not damage herself further. I tied up two of my best people babysitting you and your sister when they could have been assisting the rest of my men. I have no doubt that you two cost me the lives of at least some of my comrades."

"Why won't you just let me die....I could have bleed out last night, and you and your men would be on merry way." She said, speaking hurt, but she didn't care.
"Why bother?!....Do you really have no care?! Knowing what he'll do us...You've no compassion at all?....and would you please stop with the woodwork?! You're nonchalance to all this irritating!?" Scarlet said, breathing hard, until rationality came back, she closed a hand over her mouth, wide eyed, fear playing behind her eyes.

"I'm Sorry, Please don't hurt me..." She peeped behind her hand. She may want to die, but she didn't want anyone else to do it and she knew if he really wanted to, he would make her hurt.

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"Why won't you just let me die....I could have bleed out last night, and you and your men would be on merry way. "Why bother?!....Do you really have no care?! Knowing what he'll do us...You've no compassion at all?" she said, her tirade reaching a fever-pitch, "and would you please stop with the woodwork?! You're nonchalance to all this irritating!?" She stared at him breathing hard for a few moments before the reality of who she was shouting at seemed to return to her, "I'm Sorry, Please don't hurt me..."

Da'Karro sighed and put his face in his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. "Easy little one... Have you not listened to a word I have spoken? I am not here to hurt you, I am here to protect you, even from yourself. I have been given a task by my employer, so my own feelings on the matter are a moot point. I honestly couldn't care less if you flung yourself from that window, but I have been paid to keep you safe, and in the Mercenary business, doing ones task with the utmost integrity ensures future employment, not just for me, but for all my men."
He looked up at the frightened little girl, and in a strange way, felt pity for the helpless child. He knew what it meant to be a possession, just a thing to be bartered and traded, used and employed for various tasks.
"Look, with any luck, you have a long, healthy life ahead of you, filled with luxury and ease, which is more than I ever had. Take into perspective the fates of your soldiers, your staff, your parents, what will most likely happen to your sister. Your future no longer seems too bleak, yes?"
He sighed again and looked down at the woodwork in his hands suddenly feeling very tired after the battle in the night and the five hours of guard duty. "Go back to sleep, little Dove, Isabella should be here soon to relieve me. Enjoy my nonchalance while you can." He returned to the woodwork in his hands.

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"Easy little one... Have you not listened to a word I have spoken? I am not here to hurt you, I am here to protect you, even from yourself. I have been given a task by my employer, so my own feelings on the matter are a moot point. I honestly couldn't care less if you flung yourself from that window, but I have been paid to keep you safe, and in the Mercenary business, doing ones task with the utmost integrity ensures future employment, not just for me, but for all my men." He said and Scarlet looked down, chewing on her inner cheek.

He couldn't help her...he wouldn't. It was then she realized that she thought he'd feel something, pity, or sympathy, and maybe, just maybe...he'd help her...or just let her end it, but she knew one truth, men would do anything for coin...

"Look, with any luck, you have a long, healthy life ahead of you, filled with luxury and ease, which is more than I ever had. Take into perspective the fates of your soldiers, your staff, your parents, what will most likely happen to your sister. Your future no longer seems too bleak, yes?"

Scarlet looked up at him, with a slight frown. Was that supposed to make her feel better? Death would be gift, she wouldn't have to suffer at the hand of some man she did not know, nor love. He would take her, rape her, make her bare his children, and she would likely end up in the same boat as Julia...only it would last longer, she would fear each month when her moon days came, that one day it wouldn't and she would have but nine months left. He was wrong on that not, that her future seemed less bleak, no, in fact no, it would most certainly be a life of misery and woe.

"Go back to sleep, little Dove, Isabella should be here soon to relieve me. Enjoy my nonchalance while you can."

He said and Scarlet chuckled humorlessly. "Sleep has always been a fleeting friend, and I do not expect to befriend it this night....nor any night to come." She said though she lay down, oddly more obedient then she had been. Her eyes watched his hands, watching the wood chip off of the pieces and fall to the floor. The repetition made her eyes heavy, but a sudden chill ran up her body, keeping her awake. She wouldn't dare ask him to hand her her nightdress that hung in her wardrobe, so she pulled the covers tighter around her, her eyes still watching his hands.

"What are you making?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper, as her eyes began to close. "It looks lovely so far..." she said, but was asleep before he could answer.

Scarlet sat on the shores of White Harbor, watching as the water lapped at her feet. She smiled. The sun was warm and the water cool. Suddenly, something reached up in the water, grabbing at her ankle, it yanked her foot so hard, she felt it in her hip. She screamed out, pulling away as best she could, but to no avail, she was dragged into the water. The man, the mercenary stood on the shore, he watched her. Motionless, as if she was a piece of art he did not understand. She reached out to him, but water filled her lungs, she splashed in the water, choking and flailing, trying to get free but she was held there, just below the surface,

Scarlet still lay in her bed, choking, coughing and barely breathing as if she truly were drowning, yet she was dry as a bone.

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Surprisingly, the girl obeyed him and relaxed back into her bed, not sleeping, but just watching him slowly carve away piece by piece the wood of the table leg. She shivered slightly and pulled the covers closer to her, all the while watching the rhythmic motion of his hands.
"What are you making?" She murmured, her eyes growing heavier by the second, "It looks lovely so far..." She managed to make out, before sinking deeper into the pillow, the breath deep and slow, clearly asleep. Da'Karro made a slight smile, well, if this assignment wouldn't be particularly interesting, at least it wouldn't be tiresome either.
After a couple of minute, the sound of the door quietly opening and shutting purveyed its way into his mind but he didn't bother to look up, he knew who was there. Isabella silently padded over to him, looking down at the small pile of wood shavings at Da'Karros feet. She crossed her arms and put her face in her palm, shaking her head.
"What?" Da'Karro whispered, holding his handiwork up the the light to inspect it, "You sit here for six hours, you find something to keep yourself amused." He looked up at the veiled woman, who had changed her robes from the night before. Gone were the black and grey mottled cloaks that hid her in the shadows, and replacing them was a beautiful golden silk dress with matching headpiece and veil. Da'Karro could still see the long dagger artfully hidden within the satin folds but otherwise Isabella looked like any high-born lady from the west.
It made Da'Karro all the more concious of how he probably looked himself. Tired, haggard, still covered in the flecks of blood from last night and stinking of sweat and death. He sighed and rose from the chair he had been seated in for the past half a dozen hours and wearily sheathed the small dagger he had been using for his carving.
"She awoke, not long ago, I explained the situation, and that you would be coming, so hopefully she will sleep for another few hours and..." He trailed off as he heard movement from the bed. He looked over but only the girl was there, convulsing and gasping for air like she couldn't breath. Da'Karro and Isabella were on her in an instant. Isabella trying to hold her arms still while Da'Karro inspected the gasping girls mouth. She flailed wildly, choking as if she were drowning, trying to grasp onto anything. She awoke we a screaming cough, lunging out of the bed at the pair of Harrowers, one of her hands clawing away at Isabellas veil. Isabella shrunk back trying to cover her face with her hands and dress, frantically trying to put her veil back in place. Da'Karro left alone as the girl came gasping back into reality, clinging to him like a rock in stormy seas, her almost naked form pressed against him and she breathed deeply, recovering from whatever nightmare or fever dream she had been suffering.
"Easy little one, easy." He said, unsure of what else to do. Isabella rose from where she had retreated, her veil back in place and her eyes looking at scarlet with menace. Da'Karro saw the look and rolled his eyes, "You know she did not do that on purpose. Now help me." Isabella reluctantly moved to Da'Karros side, but like him, was unsure how exactly to continue.

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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."

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Scarlet held her neck, breathing heavily, glaring daggers at the woman. The burned scar on her throat on fire once again from the stretching Isabella had given her neck. "What....Was...That For?" Scarlet gasped, everything ached, as she pulled herself gingerly to her feet. She wanted to learn to be strong, but all this seemed to be was a way for the woman to beat her, and have an excuse for the King. In her anger, Scarlet picked up her piece of wood and chucked at the woman's head. She actually hadn't expected it to hit her, but she really didn't care. She wasn't surprised when the woman dodged the projectile, and it stuck into the wall behind her for a moment before falling to the floor with a clatter. Scarlet blinked. She didn't think she threw it that hard. She looked at the woman in surprise. "I'm sorry..."She said quickly.
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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." Julia arched her eyebrow. He couldn't seriously be implying that he would not give her her privacy, that thought was confirmed when he looked down at his feet. Julia chuckled. "So I am afraid, much to my displeasure, I shall have to remain here, while you prepare."

"No need for false humility, Mercenary." she cooed smoothly as she began to pull of her robes. "Are you not interested in woman's body?" She asked, before her robes hit the floor, and she was bare for him to see. She chuckled. "You could at the very least turn around...since it is to your displeasure." She said, before grabbed her dress and slipping it on, but taking her time. She actually enjoyed his discomfort.[/font][/size]

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"What....Was...That For?" the girl gasped, unable to catch her winded breath as she pulled herself gingerly to her feet. She grabbed the wooden leg that had been flung from her grasp and quickly threw it at Isabella. Her head effortlessly leant to the side, the piece of wood sailing past her face, which held a bored, almost exasperated expression. The wood partially embedded itself into the wall behind her, sticking for a moment before falling to the floor with a clatter. The girl seemed stunned by the actual force of her throw, and quickly recovered her composure, "Im sorry..." she said quietly, withdrawing into herself and looking at her feet.
Isabella calmly recovered the thrown wooden bat and padded softly over the girl. She took the girls hand and pressed the bat into her palm. She closed the girls fingers around the wood piece and held them there with a single clenched hand. She used her other hand to lift the girls chin, looking her in the eyes, those big, fragile brown eyes, and stared intently. She nodded and grunted in approval, before releasing the girls hand and returning to the position she had held earlier, turning back to the girl, and resuming her combat stance. she reached out with her free hand and held it with her palm up, fingers extended, then, with a single swift motion, quickly pulled her fingers back slightly towards her body, beckoning for the girl to attack.

"No need for false humility, Mercenary," Julia said, sensually beginning to remove her robes, "Are you not interested in woman's body?" Her clothes fell to the floor, leaving her slender body and soft skin open to the cool morning air. She chuckled in such a way that was both sensual and dark, "You could at the very least turn around...since it is to your displeasure." She said, picking up a dress from her drawers and slipping into it, not swiftly mind you, purposefully taking her time and showing off the body she clearly knew was her greatest physical asset.
"My displeasure, has nothing to do with it Lady Stark, my orders are absolute," He said, his gaze unwavering, "And much to your disappointment, your body holds no interest for me." He left the matter there, quietly pleased with himself for the way he had brushed off the woman's advances. He did dread however, how long he would have to remain in the company of this volatile woman, he hoped the Harbingers would be given other, more exciting assignments than playing babysitter for a pair of spoiled royal brats. "You plan on meeting with the King, Lady Stark? He may be indisposed, but I am sure he will at least take a moment to speak with you. Then, I am to be aware you are to make a presentation to the populace of Whitecastle," He stated, before his voice darkened, "Do not say anything that could... taken the wrong way."

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Scarlet tensed a little as the woman approached her however, instead of punishing her for her actions, she instead took her hand gently and placed the bat into her hand and with another hand she rose her chin. Scarlet's eyes were wide as they gazed into Isabella's. Scarlet was struck dumb for a moment. There was so much in the woman's eyes. Pain, Strength, and dare she say it, a little pride.

Who are you? Scarlet wondered before the woman gave her a nod. Scarlet cocked her head some as the woman moved back to her previous position and dropping into the same stance as before. She then beckoned Scarlet over.

Scarlet looked at the bat in her hand and then back at the woman.

"You want me to...." She started but abandoned the thought and took a breath. She didn't want to attack her, but she didn't want to be weak anymore. In fact, somewhere deep inside, she wanted to be able to hurt someone. Really hurt them. She was going to make a list. Starting with the King, and then Blackwood.

She allow the thought of them to edge her on and she rose the bat and charged at the woman with a mad swing.

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"My displeasure, has nothing to do with it Lady Stark, my orders are absolute," The dark man said. "And much to your disappointment, your body holds no interest for me."
Julia merely chuckled. "Liar." She purred as she laced the back of her dress. "You plan on meeting with the King, Lady Stark? He may be indisposed, but I am sure he will at least take a moment to speak with you. Then, I am to be aware you are to make a presentation to the populace of Whitecastle," He said and Julia looked back at him. How queer it was for him to ask such a question. He underestimated her, typically, she would have hated that but it could be used to her advantage. "Do not say anything that could... taken the wrong way."

Julia clicked her teeth. "Never you mind, " She said, waving him off. "I'll have them cheering his name by nightfall."
"And whispering mine..."She thought, as she finished dressing. "Come, Let us find your King." She said, before walking off toward the door.

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The girl charged at Isabella with a wild swing, her bat making a wide arc like the edge of some berserker's axe, which Isabella promptly dropped beneath, her own bat striking a pulled blow to the girls abdomen, causing her to double over as her momentum continued to carry her forward. a swift spin returned Isabella to standing hight from where she drove the "point" of the club down into the girls back, toppling her already unstable balance and sending her sprawling to the floor.
Isabella shook her head and sighed, then helped the poor girl to her feet.

"Never you mind, " Julia said, blithely waving off his warning with a casual wave of her hand, "I'll have them cheering his name by nightfall." Within moments she was dressed and ready, her hair elegant and simple and her dress in much the same manner, at least she had heeded his advice, "Come, Let us find your King."
Ramas followed her at a pace, down the winding stairwells and hallways, slowly meandering towards the ex-throne room which Decimus had transformed into his own personal command centre. "Lady Julia," Ramas began, in his usual, baritone voice, "Many of your people may be... Displeased with your easy abdication from the throne and open acceptance of King Decimus' invasion. They may resent you, and seek revenge, do not be suprised if some call you traitor, or perhaps even attack you. Within the castle you are safe, but even I cannot stop a speeding arrow outside it."

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Scarlet coughed as Isabella helped her to her feet. "Alright, Clearly, I'm doing something wrong here, can you atleast tell me, or show me what I'm suppose to do." Scarlet sighed. "All this is teaching me is how to get struck." She said with a huff, placing her hands on her hips still catching her breath. "What do you mean to teach me because I don't understand, and I'd like to think I'm a fair student, I learn pretty quickly, I just need to know what it is I'm learning..." She said, she didn't want to seem ungrateful but all she seemed to do is get struck and struck some more.
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"Lady Julia," the dark man said as they entered the hall, Julia strolled down with her head held high. This was all hers, the King just didn't know it yet. "Many of your people may be... Displeased with your easy abdication from the throne and open acceptance of King Decimus' invasion. They may resent you, and seek revenge, do not be surprised if some call you traitor, or perhaps even attack you. Within the castle you are safe, but even I cannot stop a speeding arrow outside it."

"Aww, It's almost as if you care." She said, turning her head with a slight laugh. "I do not fear for my safety, my people with follow me." She said confidently, though she knew she needed Scarlet for that o be true. If Scarlet rebelled, a tiny little meek thing like her, if she did, then the people would, she needed Scarlet to just play along, the people would follow Scarlet. Julia just needed to get Scarlet to follow her.

"Tell me, Mercenary, What are you called?" She asked, "you seemed so worried for my welfare, I ought to know your name."

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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.