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Cedany Ulfricdottir

"I will forge my own path"

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a character in “Of Glory”, as played by xXxCryptic-AngelxXx

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"I will forge my own path"




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Full Name: Cedany Marie Ulfricdottir

Nicknames: Ced (Everyone),
Annie (sister),
Sprout (brother)

Gender: female

Age: fourteen and a half

Rank/Title: Princess

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Kingdom/Alliance: Ostwall




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Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: blue

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 97 lbs

Description: Ced is of average height and average size for her age and will continue to grow for a few more years. She has a heart shaped face, ever so lightly tanned skin from time spent outdoors, and dark eyelashes to frame her blue eyes. Her arms are probably more muscular than they should be for a princess from her handling swords and bows, but her dresses hide it well. That is.. when she wears dresses. Her medium length brown hair, curls slightly and can become messy easily. Normally her hair is down in braids, but lately, she likes to keep her hair short. It keeps it from being caught inside things. She has calluses on her hands and fingers from weapons and the lute that her mother once forced her to play. Ced has both of her ears pierced, but only ever wears jewelry for fancy parties. She makes sure the holes stay open and clean though.




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Personality:
{Brave, Adventurous, Carefree, Clever, Rebellious}
As the youngest, Ced leads a life unlike her older siblings. A time for marriage for her is down the shore while her siblings are near at hand. she fights with weapons and sails on ships, while her siblings bow to courtiers and the whims of their father. She's the adventurous type and like to explore wherever her feet can take her. And sometimes by horse. She's a clever thing and knows how to get what she wants. When it comes down to wrongdoings, she owns up to it. No point in making a liar of herself when they already suspect her crimes. She looks up to her siblings though and sometimes wish the fuss could be about her, but so far she's enjoying her time hidden in the shadows. However, she can be lonely. There are no other children in the castle for her to pass the time with so she tries to spend as much time with her siblings as possible which is difficult to do. She's a princess, but is far from a lady. She handles swords and horses and often returns to the castle covered in mud and dirt and maybe a cut here or there. She cleans up when she has to, though and no one would be the wiser. In a way, she lives a double life. When around the court, she's prim, proper, clean, and polite. When she's outside she tends to get dirty, picks fights, and handles weapons. Sometimes she even disguises herself as boy just to keep up the separation. She's also quite the spy and offers information for payment. You have the price she'll give you what you want. It's normally not something you'd ever be willing to pay though and if you do, she knows how to deal with you.
Hobbies:
-Weapons training
-horseback
-lute playing
-parties
Habits:
-picks at her nails
-bites her lips when she's nervous
-Messes up her hair when she's thinking
Oddities:
-Allergic to cats
-Addicted to adventure
-Sneaks alcohol during parties
-When overwhelmed she has panic attacks
Likes/Loves:(At least 5)(repeat format if more)
  • Her siblings
  • weapons
  • treats,parties, and alcohol
  • her horse, Morrighan
  • Moving things around and hiding them
  • Genevieve
  • Her mother
Dislikes/Hates:(At least 5)(repeat format if more)
  • Etiquette
  • Boring Royal events
  • Visiting Royals she doesn't trust
  • Being in the spotlight for too long
  • her lute (but she plays it anyway)




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Biography
Place Of Origin: Ostwall
History:
Cedany is the youngest of three children and the one with the least memories of their mother. What she remembers of her was full of love and light. She was father and mother to her and her brother and sister because her father was often too busy to spend time with his children. At first, she would whine and cry for her father because, in her mind, a child needed two parents, but as time went on, she came to accept the fact he had no time with her and turned her attention to her siblings. Especially her brother. She insisted from a young age on following him on his hunts and training, but her mother refused and had her practice her lute and lessons instead. After her mother died, she didn't touch her lute and, at first, didn't even follow her brother around. Instead she wandered the streets of the kingdom getting dirty and picking fights. At first, she feared her father would find out and be furious with her for not acting the way a lady should like her mother would have, but when she returned, no one was waiting for her but the guards.

About half a year later, Cedany had overheard some terrible talk about her and she decided she would prove them wrong. She worked hard to become a proper lady. She went to lessons with her sister and took up her lute once more. However, anytime she wasn't with her sister she was with her brother learning how to fight and hunt and ride horses. And when she wasn't with them, she was out in the streets dominating the urchins, but also sneaking them what she could. She disguises herself as boy when she wanders the streets and calls herself Cedric to keep people's nose out of the castle. They know she's some noble somewhere, but the urchins would wet themselves if they ever found out they were among royalty, especially a princess.

Months later, her father remarried a girl not too much older than her. At first, she felt furious that her father could forget her mother so easily, then realized that he was probably about as lonely as she was and wanted a companion. Genevieve was beautiful and young and kindhearted. At least, Cedany thought so. She loved the girl as soon as she met her. She didn't think she would ever replace her mother, but the woman would make a wonderful sister. When she heard the new queen was pregnant she wasn't sure how to feel. She's excited to have another brother or sister, but that would mean that she wasn't the youngest. She quite liked being the "baby" even if she wasn't a baby anymore. There were perks to go with the title.

She also knows more than you would think. The walls have ears and eyes. Better watch what you say.
Happiest Memory: Playing with her siblings as children, meeting Genevieve
Saddest Memory: Losing her Mother




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So begins...

Cedany Ulfricdottir's Story

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Image Lucas entered the ballroom with his fiancè beside him. Ris looked absolutely stunning tonight in her blue dress and her glittering mask. They had been together more while traveling here than they had probably their entire lives and he was beginning to notice things he hadn't before. Like how beautiful her smile was, how kindhearted she was, and how much she liked to poke fun at people. As a child, he found her annoying, but now... It was endearing.

“I’ll be right back, ”, she said and disappeared into the crowd. "As you wish!" He called after her, though whether or not she heard him he would never know. Lucas found himself wanting to stick to her side for the night, but knew it was better to move around and socialize. Besides, there was one person he really wanted to see. Even if she didn't want to see him. His blue eyes gazed about the room searching for her, his sister, Juliana. He noticed her husband by the windows talking to her lady in waiting which he found odd, but thought little of it otherwise and continued in his search.

And then he saw her. She was standing with others off to one side, laughing and socializing. He suddenly found himself feeling nervous. As a child she paid him no mind, but now, would she also dismiss him? They needed to talk. He needed to understand why she left. Why she abandoned him. It was a stupid worry, he was a man now after all, but he had always adored his sister and looked up to her. He could never understand why she hated him so. And he knew she did. He could see it in her eyes every time he attempted to show her any kind of brotherly love. He bit his lip, a habit since he was a child, and then walked towards his sister.

A servant entered his path and offered a goblet of wine. He took it and thanked the servant, though it was frowned upon to give them such attention. It was their job. They didn't need gratitude, but it was just who he was. His father long gave up that teaching to him. At the thought of his father, his scar throbbed, but he ignored it and focused on the task at hand. Confronting his sister. He took a long swig of wine and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty," He said with a bow. "My compliments on the beauty of your new home. I dare say it's more spectacular than home." He set the, now empty, goblet of wine on a nearby table and offered her his hand. He wasn't entirely sure that she recognized him now, especially with his mask. "My dear, Juliana, would you do me the honor of having this dance with me?" With his eyes, he pleaded with her. Please dear sister they begged, I must speak to you.






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Image Cedany had been wandering the ground of the castle for the bast twenty minutes. Her green and black gown that matched the green of her mask helped her blend into the night. She was making her way past the stables when she heard voices. Two men laughing and talking to one another in such delight that she found herself curious and decided to hide and listen in.

She peaked out and nearly gasped at the sight of Lord Auclair, the king's brother, and the stable boy in entirely intimate conversation. At first, he thought how rich this information could make her. Then she decided against it. While being homosexual was frowned upon widely in their time, Cedany didn't really mind it. She was unsure herself whom she would give her heart to. She found girls beautiful and boys handsome, but neither tickled her nethers.. so to speak. At least, not yet. She decided that she wouldn't mentioned what she saw to a single person beyond the two subjects themselves. If only to give them someone to talk to. While they were technically the enemy, this gathering is meant to be one of peace and peace she would offer. Maybe, or maybe she'd just keep it to herself.

She smiled and backed away from where she had been hiding. She decided to take a different path to the ballroom and allow them some time alone.

Once she arrived at the party and was announced to the room, she went looking for her favorite person. Her older brother, Ronan. She had thought about sharing what she had seen, but decided against it. Just because he had a forbidden love didn't mean he needed to know about the love of others. She had arrived just in time to see her father whisk away her brother's love leaving him angry and alone. She frowned, her heart aching for her brother. She watched Genevieve and her father dance a moment before she ran towards her brother.

"Ronan!" She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Isn't this place grand?" She pulled him closer and whispered into his ear so only he could hear her words. "I'm sorry your heart aches brother. If there anything I can do to make your dreams come true, you only have to say so." She pulled back and smiled at him. A finger to her lips. She winked at him and said, "I'm capable of more than you think, and I hear more than you know."

With that, she disappeared into the crowd in search of some sweet treats and maybe someone to dance with. Unfortunately, there weren't many boys her age. Or girls. The only person closest in age to her was the princess of the kingdom, Giselle, and she was much younger. Ah well she thought. I'll just dance with myself then. No whirlwind romances for this princess.

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There wasn’t much that could be worse than right now. Adelaide was being forced to be a lady, a real lady, wearing fancy gowns and jewels. She was pretending to be something she wasn’t. Sometimes she felt the other person in their entire family that still enjoyed things like this were Ronan. Their mother of course never minded them, but she was far from the unruly children she had birthed. Why couldn’t it have been acceptable for her not to come at all? Oh right because this is how noblewomen found suitors. Right, cause that’s what she wanted. A suitor for her to be married off to like a horse so she could produce little nobles to carry on names she really didn’t care about. Addy wasn’t the only one in her family who held the same opinion.

If her father didn’t know what she was wearing, the young woman likely would have disappeared already even if it simply meaning escaping to the gardens. Maybe she could find Annie and use her as an excuse to leave the party. Certainty her younger sister was getting into some kind of mischief that needed to be corralled. Speaking of little sister, she heard a voice she knew all too well from across the room.

Turning her attention to the girl she also found her brother. With a shake of her head she watched the two of them with a small smile on her face before tracking where Cedany had run off too. She was right about one thing. Her sister was always getting into something. Adelaide had to admit though; the teenager looked beautiful in her gown. While, she believed that she stuck out even worse than the younger Ulfricdottir. Her gown from mostly red with lots of beading. It was heavy – she hated that the most. It too was beautiful, but she would have much rather worn one of the plain blue or green ones.

With so many people here, so much royalty, and so much hate it was a miracle no one was ever hurt with more than just words. A skill she believed she would never master. With a shrug of her shoulders she headed off towards where she’d last seen her sister knowing someone needed to keep an eye on the girl and if it got herself out of the gala she would more than welcome the reprieve.


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The ballroom was grand, airy, inviting, and bright. All the people with their colorful clothing and fast movements were a sight to behold. Yet, Theran wished he didn’t have to partake. There was always the possibility his mother or grandfather should he still be living would be in attendance. They alone were really the only reasons that he didn’t want to be here. There was without a shadow of a doubt the woman wouldn’t hold back anything about showing her distain in him while in the mist of all these people – a scene he wanted to avoid at all costs.

His maternal side apart he had always wanted to go and really be involved. Yes, he was a bastard, but being a noble regardless of status still meant it was his right. And since he was carrying his father’s last name in many ways he was just another son of Ulfric, only one that would never inherit the throne and for that he was thankful.

He had watched almost every one all night, from Falor to Seabel and even his own blood. That was when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, a figure he knew much too well. He laughed to himself as he walked over to see Cedany had made it to the food.

“The last thing you need to do is pig out on sweets.” He teased as he ate one of them himself and realized just how ravished he was. His stomach rumbled and he fought with himself not to eat anymore. Unlike his youngest sister there was no way he would get away with eating his fill here and now. The last thing he wanted to do was cause injury to his father. Thinking of his father, he glanced away from Ced for a second to see Ulfric dancing with his wife.

“Not a sight you see every day.” He muttered with a nod of his head in their paternal figure’s direction. The man wasn’t very good at it, but at least he was trying.

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Character Portrait: Lucas Brigham Character Portrait: Juliana Auclair Character Portrait: Cedany Ulfricdottir Character Portrait: Adelaide Ulfricdottir Character Portrait: Theran Ulfricson Character Portrait:
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Juliana took his hand and accepted his dance. "I'd love to dance with you, brother Lucas or shall I say King Lucas. You know, you don't have to dance with me to talk. Something's troubling you. I know we haven't been around each other in quite sometime but your facial expressions haven't changed." She said as they made their way to the dance floor. He was suddenly thankful he had learned to dance long ago. Not necessarily for his sister, but to keep from embarrassing her at her ball in her home. He placed his hand on her hip gently, and took ahold of her hand and eased them into the dance.

"Now, Juliana," he murmured, "You and I both know that's not true. We've never been the best communicators." He took a deep breath before asking the words he's been anxious to ask. "Juliana... why did you leave? Did I do something to you as a child? You've never acted very warmly towards me, and now I have the courage to ask you why?" He spun her around, her skirts swirling around her. "I'm not here to beg you to come home so don't worry about that. I just want to know what I can do to fix things. We could be allies. I think both our kingdoms needs some peace."






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Cedany stuffed sweet treat after sweet treat into her mouth. She was slightly jealous at the skill of the kingdom's pastry chefs. The treats back home didn't melt in her mouth the way these did. She jumped when Aren came up behind her, letting out a squeak. She smacked her half-brother on the arm. "Aren! Don't you know it's impolite to startle a lady!" She followed his gaze to Lady Genevieve and their father dancing. The light left her eyes a little as her eyes quickly darted to Ronan and back. "Yes. It's great.", she muttered.

The song changed and he tugged on his sleeve. "Aren, dance with me! I adore this song!" She begged. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her sister and let go of Aren to rush to her. She enveloped her in a massive hug. "Addie!" She squealed. "Come dance with me and Aren!" She pulled both of them onto the floor and began to dance with them and around him. She didn't care if it wasn't entirely proper. It was fun and what better way to enjoy the party than with some of her favorite people.

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It pained him to watch his father whisk Genevieve off, stealing her from right under his nose. He wasn’t new to this experience, though. It seemed as though every time he had her, every time he was close enough to touch her, hold her, his father came in and took her. It infuriated him, but it wasn’t as if he could do something about it in public. So he ground his teeth and clenched his fists, watching helplessly as his love was whisked away.

Ronan had little time to wallow in his self-pity, for Cedany ran at him then and clung to his neck, dragging him down to her level just a bit before he stood up again and held her in his arms, up off of the ground.

"Indeed it is, Sprout," he agreed, whirling her about once before placing her on the floor. She whispered to him just before they parted, however, and he froze for a moment in panic. "I..." He started to speak, but he cut himself off as his sister dashed off. "Cedany!"

He hurried after his sister now, attempting to follow her. He was a large man, though, and darting through crowds had never really been Ronan’s strong suit. When he finally managed to bob and weave enough to end up by Cedany, however, he found her turned to face Aren.

”Cedany, how -” But now she raced off towards Adelaide and pulled both of his siblings out on to the floor after her. ”Shit.” He followed her out again, attempting to slide between dancing couples until he quite nearly tripped on to his siblings.

”Any room left in this dance circle?” he asked, attempting to cover up his true motive for following his sister. He knew she knew more than anyone else in the palace, but he had thought his relationship with Genevieve was a secret, damn it. If she knew, then who else did?

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A low rumbling left Theran’s throat as he tried to hold back his laughter at his sister. The girl was far from a lady and to hear her call herself that was the best thing he’d heard all night. Leave it to the young girl to make the evening a more enjoyable one.

“You know well enough –” he had made it only partway into his thoughts when he was cut off by Cedany wanting to dance. And why wouldn’t she? It wasn’t hard to imagine she was living everything up before they made the trek back to Ostwall.

Just as he started to round to her side of the table, Ced was already running off. With a roll of his eyes, he followed after her to see Adelaide. Well at least she wasn’t running off to strangers, a small comfort to be sure. It almost seemed like Addy was on her way over to where they were anyway. Was she under the same mind frame that Cedany wasn’t to be trusted too much by herself? If so it was comical.

Theran started after his sister to join both of them as their younger sister pulled into onto the dance floor. Yep, he definitely didn’t want to be out there where other people could see his follies, but for his family he was willing to do anything. He glanced up at Addy with a shrug of his shoulder and a smile on his face. There was nothing they could really do except go along with it or make the poor girl upset.

Jerked out of his thoughts, Aren helped to steady his older brother so that the large brut of a man didn’t take the rest of them down with him. It seemed the older male wasn’t as graceful on the dance floor as he was on the battlefield. He’d grown up thinking that fighters made the best lovers. Maybe it was the other way around.

“Careful. Don’t need to crush the ladies here, brother. They might never forgive you.” His voice was light saying he was only picking even though getting on Cedany’s bad side could mean a great many surprises one didn’t want.


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Best part about Cedany’s erratic behavior was that for once she didn’t have to go after her sister. Annie was coming straight for her bringing Theran in tow. She laughed. He was nearly being drug against his will onto the dance floor. Leave it to their sister to make a fool of the whole family. Well no – their father did the most of that when it came to social graces. She was fine with it too since it gave her an ample excuse not to be a perfect lady especially since she wished she was as free as Ced was to do as she wished.

Adelaide caught her baby sister into an equally tight embrace and spun her around as well as she could, setting her down back beside of Aren who had finally caught up with the speedy teen. She nodded her head politely to him because a huge grin spread across her face.

“I see Annie here decided to involve all of us in her antics this time.”

Her brother grinned back at her seconds before he caught Ronan from making them all pancakes onto the ballroom floor and really making them a grand spectacle for all the other nobles of the two other kingdoms.

“Oh come on, Aren, we both know that all of us can make fools of ourselves without our heir here doing it for us. Please join us. I believe Annie would just love it.”

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Character Portrait: Lucas Brigham Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Eleora de Croismare Character Portrait: Cedany Ulfricdottir Character Portrait: Cyprian Auclair Character Portrait: Adelaide Ulfricdottir
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Image Lucas smiled at his brother-in-law, completely oblivious to the closeness of the man and his sister's lady in waiting. He took his brother's hand and gripped it firmly as he shook. He clenched his jaw a bit at the mention of his father, but it was not easily seen. "Good Evening to you, brother," He greeted. "I have, in fact, talked with Juliana already and I am quite pleased with the outcome. We have poor communication skills, I'm afraid, but it seems we were able to patch things up."

He turned back towards where he had left his sister for a quick glance, but the crowd was blocking his view so he turned back. "As for what your help, I have a proposition for you." His eyes darted to Elora and back. "Privately if you would not mind." He smiled at the young woman beside the man and bowed respectfully to her. She was not a noblewoman, but if his mother had taught him anything it's that women should always be treated with respect. "I shall return him to you shortly."

He looked back to his brother gestured to the room he and his sister and recently vacated. "Shall we?"

He barely waited a moment before he began to walk towards the room. Once inside he shut the door behind them and spoke with authority he saved for addressing the kingdom and the court. "I recently had an idea that I feel would benefit both of our kingdoms. I have run it by my sister, but she has requested I speak with you on the matter. My request is this: An alliance between our kingdoms. We've seen so much war I feel it is time for some peace. What do you think, dear brother-in-law?"






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ImageCed laughed at the love and affection that her family gave in return for hers. Aren and Addie were both laughing at their antics. She was quite pleased with herself for so quickly and easily bringing her family closer together in a time of obvious separation. Because of the masks.

They danced together happily and was soon joined by Ronan. He stumbled into their little group like an elephant drunk on champagne. Cedany laughed, the sound of their voices filled the air and warmed her heart. She smiled innocently at her eldest brother and batted her eyelashes. She knew his real reason for joining them probably had to do with the proverbial bomb she had just dropped on her brother, but he needn't worry. She would tell no one. This was information she planned on taking to her grave. She held tight to her siblings' hands and yelled, "Now Ronan, dear brother, are you sure you can keep up? We all know you have two left feet!" She was obviously joking, but what else were siblings for than making jokes about one another's skills?

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Ronan let out a burst of laughter as Aren seized him, ensuring he wouldn’t trample their sisters. There was only a few inches and about twenty pounds of difference between the brothers, but Ronan had never been as quick in a physical sense as any of his siblings. He could dance better than his father if he set himself to it, but he hadn’t seen a need to learn dance until Genevieve joined them. And now he regretted not knowing how t, for dancing was the only real way they could communicate honestly in public.

His education had never required a knowledge of dance, however. Ostwall had always been backwards in relation to the other two nations, and while it had certainly grown more unified under Ulfric, there was no avoiding the looming knowledge that even the royals were nothing more than titled peasants.

He gripped Aren’s upper arms in his hands and kept the two of them steadied now that he found his footing. Ronan let out a softer laugh now as he smiled down at his brother, hands still gripping his shoulders as the younger man spoke.

”Why, you!” he exclaimed, unable to fight the grin that tugged the corners of his mouth. He reached up with his left hand and mock-slapped Aren, more or less resting his hand against his younger brother’s cheek before letting his hand fall. ”I’ll teach you to speak to your elder like that.” He pushed off of Aren now, certainly keeping in mind his strength, but likely still a bit unintentionally forceful.

Ronan might have sparred with his brother then and there if they had been home, but at a gathering such as this, he wouldn’t dream of it. Their father did enough embarrassing them here.

He turned to the girls now and smiled back at Adelaide. Ronan opened his mouth to speak, but Cedany spoke up first. He looked towards her, watching as she gazed up at him innocently. He sighed for a moment, attempting to frown, but he knew he couldn’t, damn it. Instead, he seized the free hands of Aren and Adelaide so that they formed a circle with him directly across from Cedany.

”Do your worst, little one,” he shot back, grinning at her as he used the pet name as more of a sneer to egg her on. Not that he meant to be mean, of course. Ronan meant it only as a joke, just as she did. It was simply the way he and his sister interacted, pestering the other in the hopes of getting a rise out of them. ”I’m certain I can handle it.”

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Ronan danced about with his siblings, pulling them along to the beat of the music. He was indeed far more coordinated than their father, but that meant very little. He could handle himself in battle, much like Ulfric could, but his dancing still lacked. The Ostwall style of combat relied all too much on brute force, and while it worked against unsuspecting opponents, it hadn't been updated in years.

He looked about now, unable to focus when he knew his father and his beloved were dancing. But when he found Ulfric, he saw Genevieve parting from the old man, hurrying off into the crowd. Ronan felt the urge to follow her, but he knew he couldn't. It would only affirm what Cedany knew. No, he couldn't do that. It pained him to be away from her for so long. Usually the two of them could spend as much time as they wanted together; Ostwall's palace was large enough that they were not missed if they wandered off together.

Time passed, and he tried to busy himself with simply enjoying the moment. But he couldn't, he knew he wouldn't be able to. His gaze wandered once more to Genevieve now, hoping to see her watching him so that he could let her know he wanted to be there. But she wasn't watching him - she wasn’t even facing him. He could hear Hans’ voice before he processed who the man was, and then he finally seemed to pick up on Genevieve’s sobs.

”I have to…” he began to say, trailing off as he dropped his siblings’ hands and moved away from their group. His pace was slow for just a moment, as if he were still processing the scenario. How could he have let this happen? He should have been there, not off with his sisters and brother. If he had been there -

Ronan pushed through the crowds now, causing people to stop mid-dance so that they could watch the young prince as he barreled down the warpath. He came upon Hans now, towering ever so slightly above the older man. It was enough, however, and he had far more muscle than the other man.

His hand seized around the back of Hans’ collar and pulled the older man back so quickly that he stumbled and almost lost his footing entirely.

”You best watch yourself, boy!” he sputtered after a moment of huffing in sudden anger. ”I’ll have your father on you faster tha-” A punch was thrown, and Hans was cut off as his nose crunched sickeningly. The older man screeched, grabbing at his newly-broken nose as blood waterfalled onto the floor. He watched the floor in disbelief and then looked up at Ronan as though incapable of making the connection between the two.

And Hans threw himself forward, throwing a punch of his own that split Ronan’s lip. The younger man gripped his elder and threw him to the floor before following him down. His fist moved far more quickly than he’d thought possible, catching Hans quickly in the throat before he began pummeling the older man’s face.

Ronan could feel his own knuckles cracking, but the sounds of Hans’ face and of his own bones crunching became virtually indistinguishable. It brought him a sense of pleasure to hear it, to feel it. He couldn't risk looking away from Hans, but how he wished he could see Genevieve's expression as he beat the man harder, ignoring the blood that began to speckle his face as Hans sputtered, struggling to clear his throat.

”You...fucker!” he snarled, so driven on by his fury that he didn’t notice the throbbing of his hand...or his father throwing himself into the scuffle.

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Cedany let her siblings, and the music, carry her feet as she danced. She laughed more than she had in days and enjoyed some time with her siblings. It didn't take long, however, before she realized that Ronan's heart was no longer in the dance. He was distracted and eventually, he excused himself all together and disappeared into the crowd. At first, she thought nothing of it.

And then she heard the yelling. The music stopped, the dancing stopped, the whole room seemed to hold their breath. Cedany, unable to help herself, pulled away from her siblings and moved towards the sound. The source, she discovered, was her eldest brother grappling with a man that filled her with disgust. Genevieve's father, Hans. She gasped and watched in shock and horror. If anything read too far into his actions, he was going to be in trouble. It wasn't long before her father jumped into the fight. It was the first time she allowed her eyes to move from the fight to Genevieve. Her face and eyes were the red and wet with tears. Cedany cared enough for the girl that she found her hands balling into fists. Hans had done something, she was sure of it, but the young girl had no power to make the man pay.

It wasn't just the fact that Hans was an ass, it was the fact that any man who made a woman cry and tremble with fear deserved the kind of hatred that burned in one's soul and demanded revenge.

Ronan, after being removed from Hans by their father, stormed off and Cedany took the opportunity to chase him down. She knew he was burning and angry and most likely didn't want to have conversation with his baby sister, but she knew he needed someone who knew his secret to talk to. Besides, she needed him to know that his secret was safe with her. She wouldn't trade the information for anything in the world. "Ronan!" She called after him, "Ronan, wait!" If she caught up to him she would urge him to stop, find a quiet room, and calm down. He needed a clear head. People were going to want answers and a punishment for the young prince.

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Everything hurt too much. His lip still trickled blood, but now his cheek began to swell from the punch he'd received from Ulfric. His head pounded against his skull, and Ronan clutched at his head, grabbing at his hair. But then his left hand screamed in pain, and he let out a gasp all of a sudden. It hurt more than he'd ever hurt before, and he swore the bones would sear right through his flesh with the heat that radiated from his hand.

Ronan could feel hot tears begin to well in his eyes, but he rubbed at them quickly with his good hand. He wouldn't show weakness now - he couldn't. He'd pressed against the wall in a corridor that was far enough out of the way that very few would have to walk past him. Unless, of course, they were Cedany, who, he assumed, had followed him to his current location.

"I ruined everything, Cedany," he hissed, pushing his shoulder into the stone wall as he turned to face her. Ronan cradled his broken hand in his good hand, forcing his breathing to slow. He tossed so that now his back was against the wall as he stared up. "I tried and I...I fucked up, Sprout. I fucked the whole damn thing up for father, for you and Adelaide and Theran, for-" He cut himself all of a sudden and let out another shout before sliding down the wall. He wasn't proud of this fit he was throwing, but he had few other options. If he were home, he could have left the palace and ridden off for hours until he regained himself. But he was confined here, and he hated it. He wanted to be home, to be with Genevieve and his siblings and away from his father. It wasn't fair.

He wiped at his eyes again. "You should just...go to bed, Sprout," he mumbled. Ronan picked himself up off of the ground, edging up the wall without putting his left hand to use. "I'm better now, I swear. Let me walk you to your room."

Whether or not she wanted it, he walked with her, for he needed his sister in that moment. She gave him a sense of stability he had only ever found in Genevieve. Gods knew he couldn't have her right now, as much as he ached and yearned for her.

Finally, they came to Cedany's door, and he looked down at her for a moment before placing a hand on top of her head. "Thank you..." Ronan ruffled her hair quickly, smiling ever so faintly despite the pain. "I'll...I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

He let her give her own goodbyes, and then he walked across to his own room. The door was unlocked from the outside, but he locked it upon entering, perhaps worried someone would come for him as he slept. Or afraid of what he'd do if he left. Either way, he carefully removed his clothes, wincing each time his fingers were forced to move. But eventually he finished, and he drug himself into bed, under the covers, and prayed for sleep.

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His son had fled the hall before Ulfric could follow him, and now it seemed that the rest of the party was dispersing, leaving him to watch as Hans was pulled off. He wondered if the man would make it through the night - Ronan had given him one hell of a beating. Ulfric looked about now, and his gaze fell upon Genevieve. The poor girl trembled and sobbed, but he didn't realize why. Instead, he assumed she was frightened by the whole affair, and silently, he resolved to speak to Ronan about it.

"Genevieve..." he said softly, reaching out now to touch her arm. But she screeched and ran off, and he recoiled for a moment, frowning to himself. If he'd been more attentive, kept an eye out for Ronan, then maybe this wouldn't have happened. But it was far too late for that. He'd let his guard down, and the whole thing had gone to shit. And people wondered why he hated these events.

Ulfric gathered himself in a mental sense and moved across the hall to Adelaide and Theran. Cedany had already run off after Ronan, and he made a mental note to check in with his youngest, ensure she'd made it back to her room. He stopped a few paces away from his middle children, still frowning in a dejected manner. "You two shouldn't have had to see that," he remarked, biting his tongue for a moment as he thought to himself. "I shouldn't have you two walk alone either...come on."

Their family had been placed in the same hall, which was both a blessing and a misfortune. It was easy for them for find each other, but just as easy for others to find them. Walking back to the room was more unnerving than he'd hoped, and Ulfric checked over his shoulder with every step he took. Each creak in the walls was one of Hans's men following them, and the flickering of shadows on the wall became someone waiting to make him pay for not having stepped in earlier.

But they arrived soon enough, and he was quick to send his children to their rooms - Adelaide with a kiss on the forehead, and Theran with a clasped hand on the shoulder. And then he walked to Cedany's room and knocked gently before poking his head into the room.

"Sleep well, little one," he half-spoke, half-croaked. His nerves were getting the best of him now. He'd never feared like this on the battlefield, but now he was an old man who would stand no chance if he were stabbed in the back. Ulfric removed himself before Cedany could reply - he couldn't bear to speak anymore.

For a moment, he considered speaking to Ronan, but he couldn't do it now. No, his son had to prepare himself for the tournament - it wasn't in Ronan's nature to forfeit. And so he entered his bedroom now and glanced about after he'd locked the door and left the key on the bureau. He jumped as Genevieve stirred in their bed, but he kept himself quiet as he undressed and eased into bed.

"I'm sorry," he breathed. For a moment, he considered reaching out to brush her hair back or to kiss her. Something. But in the end, he turned on to his side and sighed. Only then did he remember what Loras had said, and he pressed his eyes shut. How he wished he could go back and speak more to the Captain - he hadn't felt that happy in years.

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Cedany's heart broke as she listened to her Ronan. At first, he wouldn't face her, but she could hear the pain in his voice. When he finally faced her, she couldn't help but reach for her big brother. His eyes were rimmed in red from tears he refused to shed. His lip was bleeding and the side of his face was beginning to swell from their father's punch. His hand was a mess, too. What Cedany could tell caused her brother the most pain, was his guilt.

She reached for him, her fingers lightly brushing against his bruise and smoothing back his hair. It was something their mother used to do long ago. It was one of the only memories she had of her mother. "Ronan," she said softly, "You didn't ruin anything. If anything, you protected our stepmother." The twinkle in her eye hinted she knew something more, but would never speak of it where anyone could be listening. "If anyone has a problem with how much you care for our stepmother then they'll have to answer to me." She smiled at him.

He seemed to regain some of his composure after a moment and requested he walk her to her room. She, of course, accepted. For a few reasons. One, she knew her brother needed her and two, there is no way she'd be able to sleep if she left him before she was sure he wouldn't do anything to himself. He wasn't self-destructive, but his anger was powerful. She understood because she could be the same way. "Stay here a moment. I want to wrap your hand before it gets worse." She requested as they stopped before her door. Disappearing inside, she searched for something she could use, but with her limited luggage, she only found a scarf that she could use.

She quickly hurried back outside and got to wrapping his hand. It wasn't perfect, but was enough. She gave her brother a careful hug and bid him goodnight. Before he left, though, she wanted to reassure him of one thing. "And Ronan. You don't have to worry about me. I may trade in secrets, but I would never hurt those I love." It was vague enough that anyone listening wouldn't read too much into it, but Ronan would understand. Once he left, she changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Sleep would take some time to come, but she would sleep tonight.

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Genevieve had been silent most of the morning, avoiding Ulfric's gaze at every opportunity, trying her very hardest to not appear rude. Truly, she knew he hadn't sent Hans over on purpose... But he had been stalking her all night and his mere presence had drawn her father over. She greeted her stepchildren weakly when they rose, noticing the lack of her beloved among them and fearing it was because of her, that she truly had ruined everything for good.

And then she remembered the tournament was today, and she wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

So here the Queen of Ostwall sat, rigid beside her husband, having not spoken a word since last night. That was what you did when something went wrong. You shut up and ignore it, act like it never happened until things went back to normal. So that's what she did. Her stomach churned uneasily as she watched Ronan canter about before they started, almost flinching when their eyes met and instantly tensing when they took their positions. She was half tempted to clutch Ulfric's hand, just for some comfort. But Cedany sat beside her, she offered her a little smile, squeezing her hand lightly and then gripping her own seat in anticipation, calmed by her touch even if a little.

And of course he fell. She knew he would, but that didn't stop her from gasping sharply, jumping in her seat and forcing herself to remain seated in that moment at least. Her heart slammed against her rib cage, lips parting dumbly over and over as she tried to find her words.

"I'll go check on him." Genevieve managed to splutter finally as he stormed off. She stood, kissing Ulfric's temple and smiling nervously at her stepchildren before heading off, doing a shockingly good job at keeping her pace reasonable. Her legs shook horribly the closer she got, lip wobbling as she struggled to keep her composure, breaking into a run when they were both out of sight and sobbing his name.

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Cedany's day started earlier than the others, but not for lack of trying. Back home, Cedany used to spend her mornings outside of the castle. Here, it's too dangerous to wander so far from the castle, disguised or not. So, while her internal clock told her it was time to move, her exhaustion from the night before and the want to actually sleep in for once kept her in bed. But not for long.

Giving up on the idea of sleep, she climbed out of bed and prepared herself for the day. Jousting would be happening today between the males of the kingdoms. Cedany rolled her eyes at the thought that men showed dominance by poking each other with sticks while riding horses. Cedany would rather just ride her own horse without the sticks. She'd easily outrace them. Especially on her own horse, Morrighan. Now that's a competition she could get behind. She looked through the wardrobe for an outfit that wasn't too dressy, but also not too casual for the event. She would still be watched by members of all three courts and still needed to be lady like even if she missed her trousers.

A spot of color caught her eye and she grinned. The dress from the islands. It was perfect. She changed quickly and pulled her back and piled it to the top of her head, pinning it in place with decorate hair sticks, also from the islands. To add more flare to her look, she adorned her wrists with as many jeweled bracelets that she had brought with her. When she was satisfied, she left to wander the halls. That, of course, grew boring with many people asleep, so she made her way to the kitchens for a treat. She used her charm to acquire some delicious pastries for breakfast. She nibbled on them as she made her way to where the jousting event was being set up and watched. It was a bit dull, but it was better than spending the morning in her room.

Hours passed and the others began to join her outside. To her easily concealed horror, Ronan would be jousting first. And his opponent is the much older, more experienced Cyprian Auclair. She preyed his hand would hold out. She cheered, loudly for her brother gaining some unwelcome looks from the members of the other courts, but she didn't care. She hoped her cheering would give him an extra boost of confidence. She was wrong. Once Ronan stalked off, which didn't surprise Cedany in the least, she took off to find him.

It didn't take long. When she found him, she rushed to his side. "Ro, are you alright? She looked him over, but her main concern was his hand. She gently took his arm in her hands and lifted it so she could take ahold of his hand without hurting him. She had just bent her head and began to unwrap her "bandages" when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly to find Genevieve walking towards them. Cedany took one look at her brother and knew what she had to do. She gave his hand a quick kiss, and winked at him. Her eyes wished him luck. She raced up to her stepmother and gave her a quick hug, a big smile, and a greeting of, "Genni--uh--Mother. Good morning. I must get back to the others." She let go and raced off. She did indeed join the others, but she watched for others that might find the two lovers together. She hoped she would be able to stop them in time.


[[Scarlet, I hope the island dress thing was okay. I tried to have it match the picture and it's such an odd dress that the only excuse I could think that she would have it would be from a land not heavily influenced by her own culture. Like an island.]]

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The morning air had a lingering feeling of excitement from the night before, but it might have had to something to do with the tournament that afternoon. Only Adelaide knew that for her family it wasn’t the jousting. The fight from the night before still likely sung in the veins. Masks did little good protecting identity when everyone knew that Ostwall was so backwards and well uncivilized compared to them. What made them a force was what they had seen when Ronan got into it.

Addy shook her head as she dressed preparing for the day. It was going to be interesting to say the least. And now she was back into something more comfortable. Sure she was still forced to wear a dress, but this one was comparably much simpler than the one the night before. Still she would have rather not been in a dress, but there were standards to uphold. She could hear it now and imagined it was the same for her younger sister only much worse.

Everything seemed to fly by in a blur as she moved from one thing to another and it didn’t take too long before they were out in the heat awaiting the jousting. The young woman worried for her brother. She hadn’t seen him since he stormed off after the fight. There had been no need with Ced and their step mother going after him at various points of the night and morning. They had everything covered. Had something been really wrong someone would have said something she was sure, but she didn’t know how he was going to fair on horseback. The fight had been brutal. He’d hurt himself it seemed almost as bad as he had his opponent. Addy was sure that her father was in no better shape than his son especially at his old age.

Glancing in Ulfric’s direction she took stock of his movements and nodded to herself. She was sure she saw wincing here and there. He should have stayed out of it were her thoughts as she shook her head turning back to where the joust was getting ready to take place. Cedany was cheering wildly for their older brother and Adelaide couldn’t help but smile. Her sister cared little for everyone else’s etiquette. She loved her sister for it too.

But it didn’t help watching their brother get knocked from his saddle any easier. She felt herself wincing knowing how much that hurt on a normal basis without someone shoving a lance into a chest plate before hitting the ground. As he slunk off both their step mother and Cedany were off again and she only shook her head. Another time she could just sit here and wait for a verdict about her brother. He certainly didn’t need three women fawning over him. With a sigh, she shook her head and turned back to the matches wishing this was over already.



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If there was one thing Theran Ulfricson was glad of was that he wasn’t competing in the jousting. He would gladly let his half-brother take it whole heartedly. Though he wasn’t quite sure how his brother was surviving to be quite honest. The fight the night prior had been bad. Ronan was lucky their father had jumped in when he did. Though he had wanted to do that himself, but he knew he likely wouldn’t have broken up the fight. He would have helped his brother and only made the situation worse.

So here he sat just behind his family watching their brother lose with less than dignity. He couldn’t be blamed really. His opponent wasn’t someone most people their age would be able to best let alone while injured. As he watched his older brother walk off and their step mother and Cedany run after him he nodded. Well taken care of he was going to be. Ulfric never got that kind of treatment. Unless it was by him or out of duty by the others. Shame really. Sometimes he thought he was the only one who really saw that the man was trying; he just… didn’t know how to try. Why else would a man as hard and distant as Ulfric take him in when his mother had cast him out only to not care about his children? It made no sense to him.

Theran shook his head to rid himself of the negative thoughts and continued to watch the matches. Everyone seemed to be quite good which would make things interesting. Would they get more than just jousting? If so then maybe he would try his hand, at something that wouldn’t make a worse fool of himself than Ronan had done only a few minutes prior.

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He was blinded by his fury as he stormed across the fields, pushing past stable boys and lords alike, perhaps completely incapable of distinguishing between the two parties. If he had thought the night before was bad, this was absolutely, undeniably far worse. She would never speak to him now, never trust him to watch himself. Ronan had showed her a side of him he had tried so hard to keep out of her life. Genevieve didn't need his outbursts.

Ronan stopped at a point behind one of the tents, away from the milling horsemen, and threw his helmet to the soil, enjoying the dull sound it made. It almost drowned out Genevieve's cry for him. Somewhere in his throat, his breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe, wouldn't dare breathe lest he spoil the moment. Just as he had opened his mouth to call to her, Cedany dashed ahead, bee-lining for his hand. Had he ever felt a sense of impatience such as this one? Likely, but he swore his heart was going to beat from his chest as Cedany began to unravel his make-shift bandage.

He didn't even notice Cedany had left him, for his gaze was still transfixed on Genevieve. And when his younger sister did leave, Ronan surged forward, nearly tripping over his helmet before he took her in his arms. Ronan held her in his embrace, placing kisses against the top of her head now that they were in seclusion.

"I'm so sorry, my sweet," he breathed again and again between his kisses. At one point, when he swore he couldn't speak any longer without his voice cracking under the strain, he rested his head atop hers, letting her fit into the crook of his neck as he stroked her hair gingerly, savoring each sweep of his fingers. "I shouldn't have...I should have- should have stopped myself."

Ronan could have held his lover like that for ages, for the rest of eternity, if he could. But he couldn't will himself to think logically. How could he?

Genevieve practically tumbled over herself when Cedany appeared seemingly from nowhere and threw her arms around her. She gave her a weak grunt in reply, the best approximation of a greeting she could, her adrenaline rush and streak of bravery cut short by the interruption, leaving her now frozen in her spot before Ronan with her head down.

She opened her mouth, perhaps to apologize, maybe to just cry, but she was silenced by his massive arms enfolding her, protecting her from the world, such a simple action alone being enough for her to break down into tears. Her dainty fingers buried themselves in his locks, weeping against his jaw as she trembled in his embrace.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I won’t do it again, I swear it.” Genevieve hiccuped desperately, their words overlapping in attempts to fix whatever damage they thought had been done. “I-I didn’t mean to ruin everything, you must believe me...” She whispered, her voice small and broken and needing reassurance before she finally processed his words. He was apologizing?

Ever so slowly, she reluctantly pulled her head away to gaze up at him in confusion. “I- No. No please, you didn’t do anything.” The queen gasped hurriedly, gentle hands reaching up to caress his cheeks, shivering at the contact that was missed so sorely.

Ronan felt her tremble in his arms as she sobbed, and it only caused him to hold her more tightly - still gently enough to make sure she was comfortable, of course. But his arms surrounded her, as if he hoped to hide her from the outside world. Her fingers in his hair caused him to breathe a soft sigh.

He hadn't truly processed her apology either until after they had both spoken at once. He let her pull away for that moment, for he was already formulating his response.

"No," he said firmly, in a way that rang with concern for her. "No, you have nothing to apologize for." Ronan swallowed nervously, looking down at her while he let his right hand, his good hand, trail through her hair gently. "I-I shouldn't have created such a scene." Or was it his father who had? His jaw set for a moment. But no, it certainly was not Genevieve's fault, he knew there was no way it could be.

"Come now," he cooed. "You did nothing. He should not have touched you or spoken to you - he only deserved what he got." Ronan didn't regret a single action the night before, in fact, he only regretted the fact that she seemed only more afraid after he'd beaten her father. He couldn't bear to have her fear him; he had no idea what he would do if she did.

He leaned down once more, still rocking her gently in his embrace, and began to leave soft kisses against her forehead.

Genevieve’s tears subsided at his words, his gentle actions, shifting to hide away in his chest, exhaling shakily as she continued to let her dainty nails scratch across his scalp and through his locks. “I-I thought you would hate me.” She hiccuped softly, her voice coming out muffled as she slowly calmed herself.

A tiny crooked smile graced her lips at his lips trailing over her, the last of her worries fading as she provided a soft giggle, pressing up against him. “Oh my Ronan…” She breathed, nuzzling his shoulder. “I love you so.” The brunette lifted her gaze to him, blue eyes shimmering with residual tears as she searched his features. Genevieve leaned up, catching his lips and kissing him leisurely, melting against him.
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She wished to beg him to take her from here. It wouldn’t raise suspicion… Would it? She had said she would check on him. If she brought him elsewhere to patch him up it would be nothing out of the ordinary. “I want to go.” Genevieve said, the words bubbling up from within her, against her full judgement, too desperate to be near him after the separation yesterday. “Please Ronan.. My king.” She murmured, using her nickname to try and persuade him further.


His kisses subsided at her words as he gave a slight frown. "Hate you?" he echoed, brow furrowing in concern. "As long as I live and even beyond that, I could never hate you, my Queen." Ronan quickly bent down and kissed her on the lips again before leaving a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you more than life itself," he breathed. His words brushed past her ear, entirely secret from the rest of the world - only hers to hear. She found his lips again, and he let her, letting his arms now wander slowly along her back. She was so scantily dressed compared here when compared to the layers of furs and fabric they had to wear at home. How could he help himself? Of course not, and certainly not after she implored him to leave with her. Ronan seemed to shudder as she used her name for him - oh, how he loved it. One day it would be true, and that thought alone brought a smile to his face.

"O-of course, of course," he half-said, half-sputtered, seizing her hand now as he started back to the palace. Ronan could have run back, and truly wanted to, but he still wore the far-too-bulky jousting armor, and he did not want to push her.
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It was an infuriatingly slow walk, but when they finally returned to his room, he pressed a quick, passionate kiss into her lips and set to removing his armor, letting it fall to the floor by his feet.

“Oh Ronan..” She mumbled against him, shivering at his touch and arching into him the tiniest bit, leaning up on her tiptoes. My Ronan.”

An enormous grin split across Genevieve’s features at his approval, stomach still swirling with butterflies from his words as she nuzzled him almost bashfully before starting off in a rush. She gripped his hand tight as they walked, hurrying the most she could, constantly glancing over to him, unable to tear her eyes off her beloved for even moment. Finally. God she would finally get to be alone with him, even if just for a little while.

She shuffled and fidgeted uneasily, biting her nails impatiently as she watched the metal thud to the floor. Genevieve practically leapt on him barely even a second after the last piece fell away, peppering his face with light kisses, laughing the whole while, reluctantly stopping after a few moments to pull away. “Your shoulder.” Genevieve murmured seriously, shifting his shirt and pushing it aside enough to reveal it. A gasp tore from her lips at the sight of the thick, already purpling bruise, unable to help herself from cringing. She dreaded to see what his hand must have looked like on top of it… She wasn’t sure how much more brutality she could take.

He turned to face her after he'd finished removing his armor, and Ronan could help but let out a quick laugh when he caught her in his arms. She had thrown herself at him, and he swung her about for a moment before placing her down on her feet once more. For a moment, he let himself bask in her kisses, his laugh ringing out with hers.

Just as he leaned down to mimic her affections, she pulled away and he frowned, attempting to close the space once more. "No, no it's nothing," he began to insist even before she'd pulled away the fabric. Her gasp caused him to cringe as well - or was that the pain from jerking his shoulder back, attempting to hide it from sight? "Shh, love, shh." Ronan cooed to her, reaching out with his right hand, his good hand, to caress her cheek. "Don't worry for me - it's nothing. What is a king without a bruise or two?"

His left hand hung by his side, throbbing sickly, horribly, but he wouldn't let her know. He couldn't. He didn't know when he'd next be able to act so freely around her, and he had to savor the moment. Ronan's love for her was something unparalleled, a passion he'd never truly experienced before. He loved his siblings, and he had adored his mother, but the love he felt for Genevieve was something new and enthralling. It was impossible to define how far his love would go, for he was certain he would die for her if he had to. He would do anything in her name.

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Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Cedany Ulfricdottir Character Portrait: Ulfric Bjornson Character Portrait: Genevieve Hansdottir Character Portrait: Loras Estermont Character Portrait: Adelaide Ulfricdottir
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As per usual, Ulfric kept to himself throughout the event. When Genevieve gasped, he jumped in his seat as well, gripping the arms of his chair out of instinct. He didn't even have a moment to reply to her before she stood and pressed a kiss to his temple. By the time he'd opened his mouth, she'd run off, and Cedany followed in suit.

He wasn't surprised by it, of course. Not that they often abandoned him, but he was used to this sort of solitude. It shouldn't have fazed him, but he couldn't help but frown to himself - a combination of the pain he was in and his own thoughts. Ulfric looked over at Adelaide for a moment, watching her as she looked out on the jousting field. For a moment, he thought to speak up, perhaps thinking to give her some words of consolation. But whatever he thought to say was lost to him almost as soon as he tried to put it to words, and so he turned away from her again.

"He'll be fine," he blurted all of a sudden, not even entirely sure he'd meant to speak up. But this silence between him and his remaining two children was unbearable. Still, he supposed he only made it more awkward by speaking so extemporaneously. And so he fell silent once more as he watched Loras and Wulf stride horseback on to the field. His interest piqued, and he shifted in his seat, watching the match with the most passion he'd felt for something in a while.

And why was that? This young man meant nothing to him, and yet he couldn't help but focus on him. He reminded him of something, not necessarily a person, but of an art to fighting and chivalry that wasn't even an art at all. He was the men he'd fought alongside, the ones he had shared drinking songs and tall tales with when the day was over. Something came over him then, a wave of affection that he hadn't felt for another human in far too long. And when the object of his affections was dismounted, Ulfric couldn't help but flinch as well as if, perhaps, he'd put himself into Loras's boots.

He'd surprised himself with his reaction, and he mulled over the whole affair as Loras returned to the stands, walking past him. "I've got to...stretch my legs," he said to his children, though he didn't make eye contact with them. He was already standing and walking towards Loras.

Ulfric took a seat beside the Captain and smiled. "Do hope I'm not interrupting," he began, extending his legs before himself. "I wanted to apologize for last night. I hadn't meant to leave you. Would have come back if not for..." He trailed off now but suddenly turned to Loras, hoping to meet his eyes. "And I wished to congrate you on a well-run joust. Certainly better than my boy's. Man like you must have come from the army - not one of those noblemen taught to run up and down the field. A real, seasoned soldier." He fit clenched for a moment for emphasis, but he released it suddenly, laughing to himself. "Listen to me ramble. Don't suppose I've spoken this much in years."

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Character Portrait: Lucas Brigham Character Portrait: Loria Estermont Character Portrait: Ronan Ulfricson Character Portrait: Cedany Ulfricdottir Character Portrait: Ulfric Bjornson Character Portrait: Adelaide Ulfricdottir
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ImageJousting over, Cedany was growing reckless. She wanted to break away from the crowd and sneak around the castle, but in such a foreign place, being caught could mean strained relationships between the Kingdoms. What else do you think when someone's sneaking around? As the islanders arrived, Cedany sat beside her family and watched. They were beautiful people full of grace and style and Cedany found herself admiring her Island dress even more. As time and heat wore on, things were growing tense and quiet. As she glanced around the room, she saw a spot where instruments had been set up for a possible band. Possibly from the night before as an extension of the ballroom that wasn't used or torn down. She had an idea and groaned inwardly at the thought.

The best way to keep people happy was through entertainment and there was one particular skill she was, unfortunately, good at. Playing the lute. She picked up the large instrument and went to tuning it before returning to her spot near her family. Without a word, she began to play. The music was atmospheric and beautiful and reminded Cedany of walking through art halls at a nobleman's house or a capital building. She allowed the music to flow through her and out of her fingertips as she plucked at the strings. She had even shut her eyes to allow a sense of focus. It was easier to stare at the back of her eyelids than a crowd. She hoped that the islanders enjoyed the song and hopefully things would stay friendly. She always thought fights were entertaining, but after last night and with her family so close together, she didn't think that's what they needed. This crowd of nobles and royals was one step from an all out war. At least, in her opinion.






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ImageAs the group moved inside following the rest of the jousting matches and the arrival of the Islanders, Lucas found himself in front of many of the guests. He knew he should be mingling with their newcomers, but the crowd was growing large and it was making Lucas tense. He found himself searching the crowd for his beautiful Loria and when he found her, he excused himself from a conversation with a particularly chatty guest. Then he made his way to Ris.

He walked up beside her and took ahold of her hand, kissing it softly on her knuckles. "My lady," he greeted her. He twined his fingers through hers and said, "I hope I'm not interrupting, but may I borrow you for a moment or two?" His eyes twinkled as he spoke, but his posture was tense and his grip on her hand was tight, but not painful.

Without waiting for a response, he snuck his love away into a side hall. He took a deep breath once they were free of the crowd and smiled at Ris guiltily. "I'm sorry, Ris. Crowds just.. make me tense. The celebration last night was one thing. There was dancing and joy and good feelings--for the most part, but that room was tense and full of strangers among friends. I was hoping to steal you away for a moment. Get a break from all the people and just be the two of us. Is that alright?"

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He was glad that the group had decided to return to the indoors where they would be able to escape the day's heat for just a while. But the respite was short lived. As he sat there, the heat seemed to return ten-fold, and whereas outside, an occasional breeze cooled the air, the air inside was stagnant and oppressive. Ulfric could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, and he wiped at it as he looked around at the others. But he could hardly focus. For once, he didn't enjoy being in the presence of the islanders. There was something peculiar about a group of people who lived in the middle of the sea - especially in the eyes of one who had never left the mainland and never would. But there was another reason he was on edge.

He could still feel the man's hand in his. Loras. He could not forget the name, and when he thought of it, those blue eyes returned to him. Ulfric smiled softly at the thought. He recalled, years ago in his youth, a similar affection for another who had been much older than he. His name escaped him now, for one never learned the personal name of his superiors. One's family name was the only true method of identification. The nights were cold and lonely, and a man only did what he had to do to pass the time - it was not personal like a man's love for a woman. But if it could be.

Ulfric focused himself out of his thoughts as he heard the sound of the lute ring out beside him. He looked down and spotted Cedany hunched slightly over the instrument, eyes shut tightly as she performed a tune for the group. He knew she hated the instrument, but she had a gift of sorts when it came to music. When her song came to an end, he reached over and gave her hair a quick ruffle, smiling slightly at his daughter.

"Watch yourself," he said. "They might start to get the wrong idea about you. Begin to think you're a proper lady." Ulfric looked up as he retracted his hand and noticed as Loras entered the room, followed by his sister and preceded by his father. As they did so, servants were beginning to set the room for some sort of feast, as was expected of a celebration like this. Perhaps he would have time to speak to Loras now, before he was required to sit around with people who hardly held his attention as much as the young knight.

And so he stood, gripping the arms of the chair he sat in as his legs straightened out. They ached, but perhaps, just a little less than usual. As he strode out of the room, he looked to Loras, expressionless, but he hoped the young man would catch just a hint of meaning in his gaze as he passed them and made his way to his chambers.

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ImageCedany finished her song and opened her eyes. She frowned at the crowd before her who paid little attention as if she was a paid performer not worth their attention. She suddenly wished she had been playing a violin or a fiddle... something with a stick that she could toss at the group. Her hand tightened around the neck of the instrument as she stood and nearly jumped out of her skin as a hand brushed the top of her head. "Watch yourself," said a familiar voice. "They might start to get the wrong idea about you. Begin to think you're a proper lady." She turned her head to find her father standing beside her, obviously he had been listening.

She smiled softly at him, knowing full well that he meant to make light of the moment. Her playing the stupid instrument to entertain a crowd that could turn hostile and no one listened. His attention turned elsewhere and she slipped away to return the lute to it's rightful place and then searched the crowd for her siblings. They were nowhere to be found.

At first, she started to panic. Last night's fight had shaken her a bit and she worried another would break out and her brothers and sister were nowhere near and her father seemed preoccupied. Then she realized, with a palm to her forehead, that she could just slip away like she usually did. Now would be an excellent time for secret hunting and spying. She wandered into the halls where the rooms were being kept and heard voices coming from one followed by the sound of a knob turning as the door was about to open.

She raced for the door to her left and pulled. It was locked. She tried the one after and found that it was unlocked and empty. She clambered inside and shut the door quietly just as two figured wandered past. "I hope they haven’t eaten all the food yet.” Came a soft, feminine voice. When the footsteps were well past the door, she peaked out and her jaw dropped. Lady Loria, the future queen of Falor was with some strange man. He looked familiar to Cedany but she couldn't place the face with a name. She just knew that there were quite a lot of affairs in the royal houses.. And this one.. she just might share.