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Brynjar Augustus

"I will not yield. I am the king!"

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a character in “The Prince and the Shieldmaiden”, as played by Sirius Baren

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Name: Brynjar Augustus (Brynjar meaning "Warrior in Armor")
Title/or Moniker: Brynjar the Bear
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Species: Human
Class/Occupation: Crown Prince of Byrdain, Warrior
Description:.
Brynjar is a rather tall and imposing man. He is 6'4" and towers over many people. Through years of training and fighting his body is as solid as a rock. Even though he is large there is a certain grace about him that can only be described as kingly. He has light hair and keeps his beard well trimmed. He has deep cerulean eyes that are often steely and cold. The few lines on his face have come from scowling or the frowns that are ever present whenever in the company of Lelinus. He is often found wearing his armor as he practices combat frequently, but when he isn't strapped in his metal, he is typically wearing shades of red or green. He has a thick gold band that he wears on his left index finger with the Augustus family seal upon it.



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Likes: War
Politics
Hand to hand combat
His great warhorse Goliath
Seducing women
Meddling in others affairs
Bringing Lelinus misery
War
Riding into battle

Dislikes: Stupidity
Lelinus
Those he deems below his station
Those who appear to be weak
Reading
Courting
Humility
Compassion

Strengths:
Charisma
Charm
Sword fighting
Hand to hand combat
Strategy
Manipulation

Weaknesses:
Cannot see the value in others who do not appear to have brute strength
His emotions
A beautiful woman
Pride

Personality:.
Brynjar is a stubborn, calculating, and devious man. While it is obvious his sheer force and strength of body, many people underestimate the mind behind the man. He is cunning and patient. He plans far in advance and often can manipulate others to carry out his wishes without others ever knowing he had a hand in the issue. He does have a hot temper and sometimes gets carried away with it. As the crown prince he has had a great deal of responsibility on his shoulders from infancy. This has led to an inflated ego and sense of self-importance. There are very few people he views as equals. As a young boy he learned quickly that wearing his emotions upon his sleeve would only bring about his downfall. He is a cold man who finds great pleasure in the misery of others. He refuses to be controlled by his emotions and therefore keeps them locked away.

Quirks and Habits:
Whenever he is devising a plan, the corner of his mouth always turns up in anticipation of what he is thinking. He will sing to Goliath every time he rubs him down.




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Land/Kingdom: Byrdain
History:.
At the time of his birth, Brynjar was born during a great harvest. It was viewed that his birth was a good omen and that one day he would be a great ruler bringing nothing but prosperity and peace. Even at a young age it became clear that this boy was born for war. He had been a healthy and robust child and from the earliest age, he had put a wooden sword in his hand.

When Lelinus was born, Brynjar was excited to have a younger brother. He wanted a comrade in arms to go off adventuring through the castle and the adjoining lands. He was sorely disappointed to learn that Lelinus was a sickly babe and would never have the strength or prowess that came natural to him.

Brynjar continued to train and become a great warrior. It wasn’t too long before he was joining his father’s army to go patrol the borders and fight back against Fjellborg’s berserker’s who were raiding the edges of their land. In his patrols Brynjar met and fell in love with a beautiful young maiden named Eira. He had never met anyone so beautiful in his life. The two had a whirlwind romance and Brynjar was convinced that he would marry her despite her low birth status. He didn't care. Any chance he had to go on patrol he took it. He would bring her small gifts and dote on her in the best way he knew how. To him she was perfect.

It was a particularly hot summer that he was making the typical rounds along the border when there had been smoke coming from her village. The berserkers had come. Brynjar arrived just in time to watch a shimmering blade dig into the soft and white flesh of Eira's throat. Never before had Brynjar felt such rage. The only survivor of the horrible massacre was that of Katinka who was them brought to live at the castle.

After having seen so much death that day, and losing Eira, Brynjar hardened his heart. The pain was too great having watched her die at the hand of the berserkers. He vowed to never fall at their hands and make them pay as well as never fall in love again. The pain was too great.

As Lelinus grew and his mind was quickly discovered as great value, jealousy began to stir in Brynjar’s heart. For the majority of his life he had been the apple of his father’s eye. All Brynjar ever wanted to do was please his father and one day become king. His jealousy turned to hate and Brynjar soon came to despise his brother to the deepest circle of hell. How could such a sick man be valued in a council of warriors? Brynjar was disgusted with his brother.

Despite hating Lelinus and viewing those around him beneath his notice, Brynjar did come to find comfortable companionship in Katinka. Brynjar was a cold and hard man by the time Katinka had blossomed into a beautiful flirt. Women were always petty things that he was more than willing to use and cast aside. He appreciated them for their ability in the bedroom but did not hold them in any esteem past that.

Katinka was different. It was probably because she great up around him, and despite being a flirt, Brynjar found that he enjoyed conversing with her. She was a bit of fresh air when standing next to his endless line of conquests, but at the end of the day she was just a silly noblewoman who only had true skill in sweet talking her way through the court.

Brynjar was disturbed when the berserkers were prepared for peace. Even though it had been nearly a decade and a half since he had lost Eira, he was determined to make them pay. His disdain for the Fjellborg people rivaled that of his contempt for his brother. Brynjar was not prepared to marry Ingrid, the Shieldmaiden. He knew that his father would push for peace through marriage. Before the idea could be planted, he suggested that Lelinus be betrothed to the warrior woman. It would kill two birds with one stone and he could continue to connive a way that he might bring destruction to the berserkers.

So begins...

Brynjar Augustus's Story

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As Patriarch Julius strode down the hall leading to Brynjar's quarters, he double-checked his robes to ensure he had the correct documents he would need to bring to the future king's attention. Duty to the realm stopped for no man, even the king. True to his word, he would be introducing the king to his new handmaiden. As much as he disliked the girl, King Artos desired her to serve his son and he would carry out the late king's wish. He owed him that at the very least. He waited for a few minute for the handmaiden to appear. He wanted to get this task over with as soon as possible.

"She better get here soon," he murmured before deciding that he could not wait for her any longer. He proceeded to knock upon the door and step into the room, bowing his head as he addressed his future liege.

"Your Grace. Preparations for your coronation are underway. A few things require your attention this morning, however..."

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Evangelina had gotten a bit lost, this palace was unnecessarily large for so few people, and seemingly endless corridors. She just happened to see the distinct red of the Patriarch's garbs duck into a room, that she realized she was in the right place.
She groaned, stopped herself, to take a calming breath, and walked toward the door. Just like everything else, even the door was unnecessarily big.

She gave a light knock and waited. Wondering if all that she was told was just a mix of jealous? She couldn't imagine Brother Beorn being that way, but given his rank, she wouldn't be surprised it that was the case, then there was the matter of the Prince. He genuinely seemed kind and considerate. Illness does that. She knew that well. The Patriarch, he would be a problem. He wasn't jealous, he was..ambitious. He seemed to have some plan for the new King, already, and wanted someone that could manipulate him which told her that the King might not be so bright either, or at the very least, didn't have many people could trust.

She would have to get a feel for him before deciding how to proceed but she figured she couldn't exactly play nice. She wasn't vain, but nor was she blind, she was aware that she was attractive, and all manner of men have tried to either talk her to bed, or take her, she was always smart or strong enough to fend them off.

Royalty is another matter. Brother Beorn said her life wasn't in any danger, which would be good if the King had always been king, he was new to the role, which means he might try to test his power, his range, and with someone like her, a foreign woman with no last name, she could be the perfect experiment. She had to be strong though, she could play the magical gypsy, make him a little nervous about hurting her, that worked before, but that was for lesser minded men, or religious ones. She would have to read him well before deciding what to do.

Taking a breath, she watched the door. This was not ideal.

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Things were sitting very tensely now that King Artos had died. Brynjar was silently enjoying the atmosphere as everyone was walking around stiffly and on eggshells. There was suspicions over Artos' death and most of those suspicions were still cast towards the Fjellborgan's. The poison he had used would be extremely difficult to isolate. It was foreign to Byrdain and it was unlikely that it would be identified.

The morning was busy for Brynjar. He had not heard of his new handmaiden yet and was currently busy running matters of the kingdom. He was only mildly surprised when Patriarch Julius arrived with some documents in hand. "Good morning Patriarch." His tone was smooth and gave little away as Patriarch Julius stepped forward and indicated there were matters that needed to be looked over. "I'm glad to hear that. The sooner we can secure my place the more the people will be able to relax. They are restless without a king."

His eyes dropped to the documents and a small frown formed. Sometimes was a little off. He was just about to beckon Patriarch Julius to bring the documents forward when there was another knock on his door. His eyes narrowed. He was not fond of being interrupted. "Come in," the irritation was evident in his tone.

A woman stepped in and for a moment Brynjar didn't say a word. He had never seen her before and he wondered what her purpose was here. She was beautiful, but beauty was a weapon. He scanned her body and it wasn't too difficult to make the leap that she was a nomad of sorts, most likely a gypsy.

"And who are you to disturb the crown prince during a terrible time of mourning?" his eyes were steely and he kept them narrow before he glanced at Patriarch Julius wondering if the holy man knew who this remarkable specimen was.

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Image "Come in,"
Evangelina felt her nerves spike at the sound of the voice from behind the door. She swallowed and opened the door, and immediately knew she was in over her head. He was handsome, she couldn't deny that as much as she wanted to His chiseled features, soft honey blonde hair, dark eyes. She couldn't deny his attractiveness, however, this complicated things. It would be easier for her to ignore the advances of a man from who wasn't attractive, and it would mean that he's likely not to taken rejection well, he wouldn't be use to it. She had her work cut out for her.
Standing by the door, her hands cuffed against one another, his eyes unabashedly scanned her body, lingering at what interested him.

"And who are you to disturb the crown prince during a terrible time of mourning?" He said, narrowing his eyes. He was feigning annoyance, but she could tell by his tone he was curious. She didn't wait for the Patriarch to speak.
She probably should have, realizing she was showing her upbringing by not letting the men speak, even though he did address her.
"I am Evangelina, Your grace." She said, swallowing her nerves as best she could. "I did not wish to disturb you, but I was asked to greet this morning." She said, casting a quite glance toward the Patriarch. She should have ended it there, but she wasn't here to be like the other women here, she was to be herself.
She took a step forward.

"But...I was asked here, by your father, weeks before he passed, he was a good man" She said, with a nod. "I am sorry for your loss, Your Grace." she added, "He'd asked me to make a gift, for your brother's bride, and if I could come here, and assist you, as a handmaiden." She said. "The Patriarch holds the decree and it's conditions, but if you'd like to me go, I'll wait until you've mourn, I'd like to, he was a friend, as odd as it sounds." She told him, and gave a small smile. She was treading carefully, with the Patriarch around. She wondered what would happen if she told him what the Patriarch's intentions were.

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Before Julius could reply, the woman in question spoke up for herself and the Patriarch frowned, worried for a moment about her faux paus. He was annoyed that he had not had the chance to speak first. Nonetheless, as he always had done, he hid his irritation with a smile and a bow as he handed the king the decree.

"Indeed, Your Grace. You know that I am a king's man through and through. When she was brought before me, I knew I had to honor your late father's decree," he told him as he studied his expression. He was attracted to her as was Brother Beorn, the foolish boy, but he was also suspicious. That information could be of great use.

"Brother Beorn has been seeing to her living arrangements to my understanding. She is here at your pleasure, however, Your Grace."

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Lelinus was never strong enough to wield a sword, but with a bow, he was the equal of any man upon the battlefield. With a smile, Leo knocked an arrow and pulled it back before sending it flying across the courtyard into the target. He didn't need to watch it fly to know it hit the center of the target.

"Deadly as always, Leo," Beorn commented with a slight smile, though he seemed distracted. He was probably worried about the Evangelina or about his investigation. He had told Lelinus his suspicions that evening and Leo had believed him. His father had wanted to tell him something, but he never got the chance and now Brynjar was to be king. These were dangerous times that they were living in.

"So, what are you going to do? When you are asked to bend the knee and swear loyalty?" Beorn asked. Leo frowned.

"I won't challenge him openly. Not without cause. But I won't trap myself in oaths."

"Lady Evangelina.... I've let her step into a hornets' nest," Beorn said uncertainly. Lelinus tried smiling reassuringly at him.

"Father saw something in her and besides... I won't let Brynjar harm innocent people. Not if I can help it. The king can't always do as he likes."

"He can try... How is Princess Ingrid?"

"She's... Pleasant. Though, distraught that her brother is leaving soon. It must be strange, to care for your sibling," he commented.

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What a bold woman she was. Brynjar was quiet as the woman spoke for herself and disregarded the propriety that would've had Patriarch Julius speak first. It was intriguing but terribly annoying. "Handmaiden?" he couldn't help but ask. He looked to Patriarch Julius who stepped forward with the necessary documents. Brynjar scanned them and was surprised to see it in writing, by his father, that Evangelina was bound to him as a handmaiden. It was a very curious thing. Why would his father put in such an odd request? His father had never been fond of Brynjar's pandering with women, so he doubted that her handmaiden duties would encompass such activities.

However, they briefly crossed his mind; she was beautiful.

"Thank you for coming to me this morning Patriarch, you may leave us." His voice was cool and steady as he surveyed Evangelina with a critical eye.

After Patriarch Julius had left, Brynjar stood to his feet. He set the decree upon his mighty oak desk before he came to the other side to size her up better. He was the lion and she was the lamb. He circled her quietly as he took in every angle and attempted to gauge how she felt to be left alone in a room with him.

Brynjar stopped his prowling and stood behind her. He lowered his head so he was close to her ear.

"What are you afraid of Evangelina?" the question was odd under any circumstance. Brynjar asked it because a lot could be learned from how she chose to answer. He knew invading her personal space as he was would unnerve her. He wanted to see how she could handle the pressure of being intimidated by him.

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"Handmaiden?" The King inquired and Evangelina was going to speak again, that was only a title, she wasn't a slave, she was an employee. He didn't read the entire document. That much was clear, so she'd have to say it.
"Indeed, Your Grace. You know that I am a king's man through and through. When she was brought before me, I knew I had to honor your late father's decree," The Partiarch spoke "Brother Beorn has been seeing to her living arrangements to my understanding. She is here at your pleasure, however, Your Grace."
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To that Evangelina shot him a dark look, not bothering to hid her disdain for the words "At your pleasure" he spoke nor her dislike for the man in general.

"Thank you for coming to me this morning Patriarch, you may leave us." the King spoke , but his eyes were on her, and she did not let hers waver. She looked directly at him, with no fear, or pretense. He was a man, a King were merely a title. He would soon find this out. Once the Patriarch left, he stood, and approached her, like an alpha wolf, sizing up a challenger, he thought was weaker. She was not as weak as he may thought. She didn't back down, as he circled her, she watched him, her chin high, she felt no fear, he was testing her, gauging her merit.

He stood behind her, and she rolled her eyes. He was trying to scare her, see if he could intimated her. He could try all he liked. Even if she was slightly nervous, she wouldn't show it.

"What are you afraid of Evangelina? He said, his lips near her eyes. She turned her head to him. "Scorpions, You're Grace." She spoke openly, telling him that this was not going to work. She was brave, not stupid, "The small ones, the ones you can't see, you can't hear, they don't hiss like a snake, or roar, like lion, or howl like a wolf, the ones you don't know is there, the quiet ones, the unassuming ones, they strike without warning, and before you know it, you're dead." She said, looking him in the eyes.

"If this display is meant to scare me, you're Grace, it won't work, I am not from here, I am not like the women here, Men, don't scare me, Men like to roar, hiss, and howl... " She said, and leaned in. "I can see them coming...I can see you." She said added with a whisper and a rise of her brow. She straightened herself, looking him straight in the eye. As much as she hated to admit it, he was attractive, looking him in the face wasn't a difficult task.

"The Patriarch was very wrong, I am not here for your pleasure, I am not here for you to use and abuse, there's a clause in the decree, I am here by choice, for work, honest work. " She said, and smiled, walking over to the desk and picking up the decree, and holding it out to him. "I'll cook, I'll clean, and I'll even bathe you if you so wish but I am not a plaything." She told him. "You should read this thoroughly, " She said, she was testing her own limits, much like he had been. She wouldn't outright insult the man, she wasn't a fool, but she wasn't going to pretend she was afraid of him. "Do you accept?"

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Evangelina stood her ground. She didn't waver or falter and if she did feel intimidated by him she didn't show it. That was enough to impress Brynjar. She turned her head to look at him as she answered. He didn't move as she explained her fear was scorpions. He had heard of them and knew of their deadly reputation but he had never seen one before. It was a curious answer. She stared him straight in the eyes without faltering, very few people did that.

There was amusement coloring Brynjar's eyes as she leaned in and told him that scaring her wasn't going to work. She certainly wasn't like the women here. Even as she spoke he thought back to the poor maid he had very nearly scared to death during the wedding feast. Even the ladies of the court walked around him with trepidation--except Katinka. Brynjar was imposing and frightening to women. He watched her straighten her back and he leaned in closer. "If you were afraid," he whispered dangerously close to her. "I would have no use for you." It was a rather ominous thing to say.

This nomadic woman was a challenge. He couldn't help but grin thinking about men "roaring, hissing, and howling". It was true many men were that way. Brynjar knew when he need to roar, to hiss, and to howl, but he was also the scorpion. Brynjar was careful and he calculated every move he made. It was the reason that he was going to be crowned king. He was the enemy no one could find.

He folded his arms casually as she said she was not their for his pleasure. Evangelina was not very good at hiding her disdain for the holy man. It was a bit entertaining. She held the decree out to him as she was firmly dictating what her role would be. Brynjar couldn't deny the lust he felt for the woman. Her bold manner made her all the more intriguing to him. Brynjar was also no idiot when it came to his own appearances. It was the reason why he had several bastard children.

He crossed the space between them but did not take the decree from her. Instead he place his hands on either side of the desk, pinning her between them. She may be brave, but he knew he made her nervous. "Yes, I accept." His voice was quiet as he stared down at her with his dark eyes. "But you will need to remember that I will be your king," an edge entered his voice. "You are not from here, and that is evident. You have fire, you have spirit," he was going to enjoy this game with her but there had to be boundaries. "But you are still a servant, free or not." He plucked the decree from her hands and set it on the desk. "You will be careful with your words, and you will be respectful, or you are free to leave." Even as he finished talking he did not move.

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Evangelina watched as the King crossed the room, her heart raced as he came closer, forcing her back against the desk, placing his hands on either side of it, effectively trapping her between him and the desk. She hoped she didn't appear afraid, she was but she was prepared to defend herself, as he leaned in.

"Yes, I accept."He said, a breath away, his dark eyes staring into hers. "But you will need to remember that I will be your king," He told her, a darkness in his tone. This was a warning. "You are not from here, and that is evident. You have fire, you have spirit," He added and she rose a defiant brow as if to accept these words as true.. "But you are still a servant, free or not." She watched as his hand came up, but stopped at her hand, which had fallen at her sides, and freed the decree from her hand and placed it on the desk behind her. "You will be careful with your words, and you will be respectful, or you are free to leave."

"Fair enough." She said, whispered due to the closeness and her nerves. He understood that she was free, that was about as much as she could hope for. She rose a hand to his chest, and gently pressed back, so that she could stand straight. "If that's all, I'll retrieve your breakfast and prepare you for the day." She said, her voice still a whisper. "You're Grace." She added, with a tight lipped smile as if to prove, she too accepted his terms, by being respectful, and careful even if she put her hands on him, as far as she knew, that wasn't something commoners were allowed to do, but she wasn't from here.

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Brynjar could see how unsettled she was to have him pressed in so close to her, but she handled it quite well. Most women never survived this long against his advance. They always turned into a quivering mess before him. He was as frightening as he was handsome. He was already looking forward to having Evangelina around. She was a challenge and for some reason believed she was brave enough to stand against him.

She pressed her hand against his chest and he yielded. He didn't bother to correct or admonish her for the touch. "Very well," he stepped away from her and finally gave her the space he had invaded so boldly. He watched her walk out of his chambers to go retrieve his breakfast before he turned back to his desk. He picked up the decree and scanned it more carefully this time.

At the very bottom his father's seal was printed clearly. What purpose did his father have in bringing such a woman into his life as a handmaiden? There had been no word or passing conversation to indicate that Artos had hired Evangelina. Brynjar didn't understand and he was likely never going to. Artos was gone and whatever divine purpose he had set up by putting Evangelina in his life was now lost.

Brynjar set the decree down and forgot about it as he walked over to one of the tall windows that lined his chambers. He leaned against the frame and stared out. The view looked down towards the gardens and courtyards of the palace. It was a pretty view, but Brynjar had never cared much for a pretty view.

The coronation was to commence soon after the funeral was finished and King Artos was laid to rest. Everything was pushing along like he wanted. He was setting up his pawns where he needed them. There would be blood one way or another. Brynjar just had to be patient.

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There was a quiet moment, the king watching her, her watching him, her hand firmly on his chest. It felt like forever before he spoke. "Very Well." He said and finally gave her space. She let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding, and maybe her way out of his chambers, closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door a moment, to catch her breath.

She survived it, the first meeting. She wasn't sure how she did it, but he seemed to actually like her brashness, which -in itself- wasn't a bad thing, but he seemed to like it in a way that made her feel like he hoped to see more of it, so there would be more tests his boundaries to come. She wasn't looking forward to it. Not one bit.


She made her way to Brother Beron, because honestly she had no idea where anything was in this place, only to end up completely turned around. She looked for the apple tree, but found herself outside instead. This was not good, she could not afford to be late with his breakfast. His amusement could only go so far, on the first day.

She found herself in the courtyard, and she could hear a few people talking so she headed their way and to her surprise and even a bit of luck, she found Brother Beorn with the Prince.

"Pardonnez-moi , Votre Grâce , je suis devenu perdu , il semble." She said and shook her head. "Ah, Good Morning, Your Grace, Brother Beron, Forgive me, I am in a bit of a panic, I've gotten lost, and I do not wish to be late getting your brother his breakfast." She said with a nervous smile. "He's accepted employment, so I wish to make a good impression." She told them, and honestly she couldn't say why, perhaps it was her nerves from the exchange with the king.

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"Even the strongest of warriors has to sleep," the lady persisted. While she had no doubt in Brynjar's abilities, it didn't stop her from worrying. She kept imagining some dark figure disabling the guards before they knew what hit them, and sneaking in to slay the crown prince in his bed. This was not a possibility she was ready to allow, even for the sake of his pride. It was too dreadful a thought. Her spirits were lifted, though, when he conceded to having extra tasters. "It will," she assured him, almost able to smile just then with how relieved she felt knowing he'd at least be careful not to be poisoned the way she was so sure Artos had been. "Thank you."

Katinka hummed solemnly as the prince continued to speak. "Listen to you.." She spoke softly and met his eyes as her hand moved to cover the back of his. She truly must have been blind when it came to this man. "As much as he was a guardian to me, our ties were little compared to yours. You do not need to comfort me, it is you who have lost your father. You have my condolences." For a moment, she shook, but then she lifted her other hand so that she was holding one of Brynjar's between both of hers, and she steadied. "You are... the strongest man I know, in so many ways." She stopped herself there, not wanting to become too emotional in front of him, so as not to add to his burden. After a deep breath, she pat the back of his hand gently and stood to leave. Before she got far, however, her eyes returned to the crown prince's face. "I know you have a lot to take care of, and I won't get in your way. If you need anything- respite or assistance, anything at all- I'll be here." The corners of her lips turned up briefly. "You are going to be a great King, Brynjar." With that she bowed her head slightly and finally turned away. She replaced her veil when she reached the door, then left the room.

Lady Katinka spent the rest of the day and much of the evening mingling with the other nobles. As usual, she listened in on all interesting conversations, although her flirtations were on hold for the period of mourning. Throughout the hours, she was plagued with a feeling of foreboding, an anxiousness that turned her stomach; she pushed this off, however, with the knowledge that whatever plots were hidden in the underbelly of court, she would find them. She steeled herself with determination, and used her worries plus the anger beneath them as fuel for her watchful eyes.

The next morning, her breakfast was delivered to her chambers, but it went cold on her table untouched. She had uncovered very little of use thus far, and while this was to be expected with something as sneaky as the successful assassination of a king, Katinka was impatient as ever. It occurred to her, too, that as the ward of a dead King her life was now up in the air. Her family's lands, riches, and title were still tied to her, but as a woman she was not in a position to own it all herself. She could hardly imagine herself as Brynjar's charge once he became king. She would likely be married off soon, made a nobleman's wife with the bulk of her family's property as her dowry, and what little freedom she had would be forfeited. This realization did nothing to calm her nerves, and had her itching for a way to vent.

The sun had hardly made it over the tops of the trees when she left the castle to wander the grounds; although wander might have been too gentle a word, considering the way she stormed about. Eventually she found herself at the training yards, where some knights were practicing. She was without a veil now, but still clad in heavy black fabrics that made the sunlight feel like fire on her skin. "May I?" she spoke up as she approached them, gesturing to a bow that had been set aside in favor of a sword. She recognized the gaits of at least half the men, so for the time being she didn't bother acting. Once given permission, she lifted the borrowed bow and positioned the arrow with obvious experience behind her every move. Each shot she let loose sunk into the target, although she purposely avoided the direct center a few times when she saw some of the less familiar men eyeing her. By the time she notice a far more familiar figure in the distance, her frustration had been chipped away enough that she managed a smile when returning the weapon to its rightful owner and her eyes lingered on the sparring figures to her left before she departed.

The lady gathered up her skirts as she made her way across the grounds, toward Lelinus's position in the courtyard. With the heat and the sheer magnitude of her skirts, it took a while for her to reach her destination, which irritated her some but she was so glad to see the prince without his bride that it hardly mattered. She arrived just in time to hear the tail end of Evangelina's assessment, which paired with the handmaiden's foreign appearance was more than enough to pique Katinka's curiosity. "Leo," she called in greeting, despite her approach being quite apparent long before she'd reached their small group. "I missed you yesterday. How are you faring?" Her attention might have stayed on Evangelina longer, not to mention the dynamic between this foreign woman and Brother Beorn, had the Lady not been so very worried about the Prince since the wedding.

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The following days were a busy time for Brynjar. Between the funeral preparations, the coronation, and the coronation festivities, he was kept quite busy. Evangelina was proving to be a hard worker and a bit of a fire cracker. She was always respectful and held her place whenever there were eyes about, but any time they were alone she wasn't afraid to give him a piece of her mind whenever he went to far with his advances.

There wasn't much time for Brynjar to do much in way of Lelinus and Ingrid, or even Tyr--who he had learned was going to be staying for a while even after the coronation. Brynar was eager to get things moving along. He was starting to feel restless and antsy. For anyone that saw him he played the part of a grieving son well. He had the people on his side, and the whispers through court had the majority on his side as well. There were only a few who expressed their displeasure with how things were moving.

The morning of the funeral was a grim. The clouds had rolled in and were threatening to release a flood upon their heads. The mood was sober among everyone in the castle. Artos had truly been a great king and an even greater man. It didn't matter that he was old and would've likely died soon anyway. It was a horrible tragedy and the rumors of a Fjellborg poisoning the king were still circulating.

Brynjar was awake and out of his bed before Evangelina had come to help him prepare for the day. He had a dark and brooding look upon his face. Today was going to be a very long day for him. There were going to be many faces upon him and he had to keep the act going. He did take a moment to let the sadness wash through him. He could remember a time when he had idolized his father. As a young boy he thought that there wasn't any man stronger or greater than his father.

He moved over to one of the great windows in his room. He stared at the dark and circulating clouds. It was fitting for such a terrible day. He frowned as he thought about Lelinus and Ingrid. His hope in turning the warrior princess upon his frail brother was seeming to back fire on him. He wasn't sure what to do at this point to come between them. They hadn't had much time to get to know one another, and yet it seemed that there was a possibility of love to spring between them. That was a variable he had never considered. They were quite the opposite. Brynjar was gravely disappointed that he was going to have to tweak his plans for them.

It didn't matter. Fjellborg would fall either way. After all, he had the crown prince within his clutches for the time being.

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There was an thickness in the air, as Evaneglina made her way to the Prince's chambers, she could feel it. There was a storm brewing, figuratively, and literally. The court was unsteady, Princess' people would quietly being blamed for the King's death, poisoned, it seemed. She didn't know what to make of it. The Princess seemed strong, too strong to use poison, and too smart to be caught. If the princess or her people had anything to do with it surely, they would have said so. Coyness did not suit them.

With his meal in her hands, she let herself in, usually he'd been sleeping before she arrived. She learned to get herself up and hour or so early, just in case she got lost, which for a while, that was the case, but thankfully, Brother Beorn had been helping her get her barrings as well as teaching her to read in Common Tongue. He always greeted her with a smile, and saw her off with one, it made the evening a little brighter, offsetting the gloom that the palace had hovering around it.

"Oh, You're Grace, Good, you're awake." She said with a smile, as she set down his tray of sweet meats, fresh juice, berries, and soft toast. She hadn't expected him to be awake, not that he was a late riser, she just made herself an early one. She noted how dark his eyes were this morning, he didn't seem to be in the mood for the games he liked to play. She'd gotten use to that, much more quickly then even she anticipated. He never touched her, but nor did he give her a respectable distance. His eyes were never shy either. Even now, dressed in a black gown made in the style of her people, her midriff bare for him to see, he would have watched her move. So long as he never touched her, she could handle that, but today, was different, today he was in his own mind, and while she appreciated that his mind was elsewhere, she knew where it was. Today was his father's funeral, her friend's funeral.

For her people, it would have been a somewhat joyous occasion, a celebration of the life, not a depression of his death. Her people weren't allowed tears, only smiles, so this was new to her, even her own families death was not this sad, despite how empty she felt after, the celebration of their life was one of happy memories, the sadness came later, after the celebration, and the realization came.

She went straight to his wardrobe and found a dark doublet, extricate embroidery of his family's sigil in dark thread. Her fingers could not help but dust over the work. Turning to him, she watched his face for a moment. "You're Grace." She called and sighed. "For my people, this ceremony, is to celebrate the life of the person who passed, the good times, the smiles, the laughs, I did not your father long, but even I have those memories, smiles and laughs. Try to remember them, sometimes, it is all we have." She said, and that was all she was going to say. She was over trying not to overstep, she wasn't being disrespectful in anyway, she was speaking from the heart, and King Atlos was her friend. lowborn or not, it was still her place, her right to speak highly of a friend.

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Evangelina appeared carrying a silver tray full of the breakfast foods that Brynjar preferred. He glanced at them for a brief moment before looking back out into the stormy day. He heard her open up his wardrobe to find the clothing that would be appropriate for the funeral that day. He moved from the window and shirked out of his night clothes leaving him to stand bare chested before her. He had his eyes trained on her as she spoke, but he made no move to play the games that usually took place when they were in private.

"It is difficult to think of happier times when the day is dark and there has been so much death Evangelina." His voice was uncharacteristically soft. His mind wandered a bit as he remembered a day that had been far darker than this.

Brynjar had been so young when he had fallen in love. He was too young to accept those facts in life and they had scarred him in ways that were impossible to be healed with time. He very rarely let his mind wander over what could have been if the Fjellborg's had not raided that outer village on that day. Yet today he couldn't resist traveling down the avoided path. Would she be standing at his side today if she had lived? Would they have children at this time?

The sadness and longing in his eyes suddenly turned sharp as he reprimanded himself for thinking such thoughts. The mood that stirred within him turned foul and there was a bitterness in his expression. "The funeral procession will be gathering within the hour. Be quick." He snapped as she was helping him dress in his funeral formal attire. He hated thinking about the past, and he loathed thinking about things that could have been but would never be.

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Evanelina turned to him as he approached her, his chest bare for her to see. She didn't look long, but she did look, noting a few battle scars. Her eyes went to his as he spoke.

"It is difficult to think of happier times when the day is dark and there has been so much death Evangelina." He told her, his voice softer then she was used to. She helped him in to his undershirt, a dark cotton fabric with belled sleeves, as his mind drifted someplace she could not, nor dare not, tread.

Suddenly, after a moment of silence between them, his eyes that were once filled with sadness, darkened into bitterness.
The funeral procession will be gathering within the hour. Be quick." He snapped and Evangelina looked unimpressed. She helped him into his doublet, but she stopped just before she pulled it over his shoulders. "Don't do that." She told him, her tone firm. "Turn grief into anger then turn it unto me," She said, tugging his doublet over his shoulders, more roughly then what was needed. "Let grief be what it is, otherwise it will never go away." She said, her fingers quickly buttoning his doublet closed. She'd do as he asked, but she wouldn't let him treat her just any old way. He should know this by now.


She turned to the wardrobe again, and found him some dark breeches, and his boots. She pulled the strings on the sides, so that he may get in to more easily. She handed them to him, -with a touch of an attitude- before walking toward the try of food and setting it on the small table out in proper fashion. She poured him a flagon of juice, though surely he would prefer something stronger. She'd seen him drunk once and that was enough for her.

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Preparing a body for for burial or cremation was not a glamorous task. There weren't many who volunteered for the task even in the case of important or beloved men and women. Few wanted to come face to face with the empty husks left behind at death. Fewer wanted to take on the task of cleaning said husk. Beorn could never imagine Patriarch Julius stooping to the task for example. Thus, no one questioned him when he volunteered for the task of preparing the body.

The monk frowned as he finished filling a flask of the late king's blood. He held it up to the flickering flame of the torches that lit the chamber the body had been kept within the cathedral. It was almost black. Poison then. He was certain of it. Yet, the color alone was not proof. He would have to find a way to extract it and have the extracted poison verified by a member of the Order or the Guild of Herbalists in town. Artemesia-willing, this would be the start of the path to the king's murderer.

Storing the flask within his a pouch within his robe, he returned to the task of cleaning the body. He only had a few hours to ready it.

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Today was to to be a day of utmost importance. It marked the official end to the reign of King Artos the Great and the start of King Brynjar. The last few days had proven to be busy. Making preparations alongside the future king had given him the chance to measure his character. Brynjar behaved about how he expected him to. He was as vain as ever and took on the mantle of authority admirably enough. In fact, he had a slight suspicion that Brynjar had been looking forward to being king for quite a while.

It was only natural, the Patriarch reasoned. Besides, the crown prince had clearly been grieving. He would need people like Julius in the days to come. With those thoughts in mind, he knocked upon the king's door of the king's chamber. At this hour, he would almost certainly be having breakfast. He frowned slightly at the thought. He disliked the king's handmaiden. She looked at him the way those at court had looked at him for all his life for daring to rise above his station. She of all people should have understood his motives, but she spat on his offer of friendship. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

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Brynjar gave her a sharp look as she told him to not turn his grief into anger. What else was he supposed to do? Brynjar had known nothing else. His grief was the fuel to his thirst for revenge. He watched her move over to the table. He could sense her displeasure with him. He was about to say something cutting to her, perhaps an insult of sorts, but as he opened his mouth there was a knock upon his door.

He finished assembling his attire before he nodded to Evangelina. "Get the door." His voice was cold and harsh. The wall that Evangelina had slowly been working on the past couple of days was suddenly reinforced. It seemed their relationship had taken five steps forward only to take ten steps backwards.

Brynjar wasn't at all surprised to see Patriarch Julius standing in his doorway once Evangelina opened the door. Brynjar and the holy man had spent a great deal of time together over the past couple of days. There had been so much to arrange and put together. "What did you need Patriarch?" he asked in a more level tone than he had been giving to Evangelina.

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Julius said nothing as he stepped through the door, choosing to ignore Evangelina as he stepped into the room and bowed his head. His mournful expression was not altogether artificial. He had loved the old king. He owed everything he had to his favor. However, Julius was too much of a pragmatist to be caught up in mourning for more than a few days. Artos the Great was with the One True God now and those still on earth had to make do.

"Preparations have been made to lay your late father to rest this day and enthrone you this night, Your Highness. I have merely come to offer my congratulations and to inquire about your agenda when you take the throne so that I might prepare the Privy Council to meet your needs," the Patriarch said humbly before adding, "Which, I admit, is difficult at the moment as we are without a Chancellor. Your brother, as Master of Coin, has refused to allow me access to the Realm's overall budget, citing a lack of authority on my part as temporary regent during the ceremonies."

He paused, allowing his words to play on the young prince's paranoia about his brother, "Duke Aethwulf is a favorite among the lesser nobility in both the north and the rest of Byrdain. He is honorable, I'll give him that. And Prince Lelinus would undoubtedly respect him. Still, I have my doubts."

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"Thank you Patriarch, you never cease to fulfill your obligations." Brynjar said in a smooth tone as he was ignoring Evangelina at this point. "There is a great deal that needs to be done, and I would like to meet with the council as soon as possible," he paused. "However, I think at the moment everyone needs this time for mourning. We will mourn the loss of my father today, and tonight we will celebrate my coronation. Tomorrow we will turn our attention to important matters of state."

The mention of Duke Aethwulf caused Brynjar's jaw to clench. There were very few in the court that were brave enough to stand up to him. Brynjar knew the words that were whispered behind his back, but Duke Aethwulf was one that was not afraid to stand up to him. Brynjar disliked the duke even more for the kinship he seemed to share with Lelinus. He was one of the last men that Brynjar wanted to see come into more power or prestige. "Certainly, but let us not speak of these matters now." His eyes wandered to Evangelina who had been smart enough to stay silent during this whole exchange.

Trust was not something that Brynjar gave out willingly. He enjoyed the games they played behind closed doors and the dance they seemed to always be spinning around, but that seemed to be as far as Brynjar would interact with her. She was a woman, and his servant nonetheless.

There was a great tolling in the distance from the bell tower. "It's time." Brynjar's eyes seemed to grow more cold and distant. He strapped his sword to his side before he swept from his room.

The funeral procession was a truly somber occasion. It didn't matter what caste of life you found yourself in. Everyone had come to honor the great king. Of course the commoners and servants were not permitted into the great church where his body lay. They had to stay in the streets, but they would have a chance to get one last glimpse of their king when he was taken from the church towards the great cemetery where all the great kings and queens were laid to rest.

Brynjar was at the front of the church where Lelinus and Ingrid were expected to be. The church was full of every important person within the kingdom, as well as the nobility that had come from Fjellborg. The very front was reserved only for those with the bluest blood and highest pedigrees. Brynjar stood with a stone face and gazed upon the well preserved body of his father. He could still feel the slow burn of anger deep in his blood from all the choice Artos had made that Brynjar believed to be the wrong ones. He was ready to exact justice.

His eyes wandered over to Tyr and Jorvikson. There was a woman standing close to Tyr. He watched them for a moment as the memorial service began. There was something between them. He recognized that look. It didn't seem they were fully aware of their own feelings, but a truly pernicious and devilish idea had come to his mind.

Word had filtered around that Tyr would be staying for a time. Now he had the crown prince of Fjellborg within his clutches and a great idea had hatched.