Purplexia

Omega, Capitol of Purplexia - Midnight: Phoenix

Nighttime came like some foul beast, looming hideously over the horizon until the sun was adequately dispelled from sight. Lurking cautiously forward, it rose as one massive blanket of cloud coverage that was destined to fully envelop and devour the world beneath it. Obscuring the stars above, it dropped an impregnable and discomforting veil of shadows over anything that lay below. Looking out, one would generally expect rain, but none came. A near deathly silence accompanied this grim twilight, a plague which seemed to have spread to almost every living being.

A full moon served as the only source of comfort this night. Peering through the single break in the perpetuating overhang, the large luminescent orb sat high atop her throne overhead, pregnant with powers beyond human comprehension; powers waiting to be distributed to its children on earth. With the beautiful Lunar Goddess casting down a brilliant spotlight of heavenly rays, Omega took center stage in a play overseen by the immortals themselves. Saturated by the divine light from above, and positioned as the epicenter in a large field, its stone walls seemed to radiate their own personal glow. Reaching an intimidating forty feet, and with a girth of ten, this mighty structure serves to represent the enduring strength of the people of Purplexia, employing a plethora of armor-clad guardians. The bane of any cynical crusader, this fortification stands strong and proud, ready to thwart any nefarious endeavors of those who would oppose the monarchy housed within. Tonight, however, the battlements were devoid of life; the towers and defense platforms sat empty. It would be here that a select few dared disrupt the ominous calm which had befallen the lands, and they moved with deadly intentions, ghosting through the darkness like phantoms, ready for the kill.

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The halls of the castle were decorated lavishly, and possibly even overwhelmingly. Made to accommodate the whimsey of the occupants from generations ago, the ceilings were created with high arches that very much resembled a cathedral of sorts, and from which hung large chandeliers. Most were plain with only a ring of candles, while others, like the one in the foyer, utilized a collection of expensive crystals to capture and refract the light out in beautiful patterns across the marble floor. Several hand-carved oak beams served as columns along the walls, the tops of which arched out overhead in the forms of many different creatures, from dragons and lions, to hawks and bears. From these, a series of intricately designed purple banners, decorated exquisitely with golden designs of vines and leaves, as well as with hanging laces, were strung. Other expensive furnishings, such as pictures and coats of arms, adorned the walls between these wooden supports, just over the many small pedestals and stands which were set at short intervals to support beautifully tended potted plants, or busts of past nobility. The inside corners of each hall housed a single armor set, the shining steel polished to the point that one could clearly see their reflection. On either side of these silent warriors, short pillar stood guard at shoulder-height, the tops of which were concaved to form a bowl from which purple flames would continuously burn. Guards monitored these halls with a vigilance unmatched, but even they missed the smaller details every now and again, having grown far too accustomed to a tediously boring routine of pacing back and forth.


Phoenix was one of few on duty this night. In fact, he alone, along with only a platoon of the Lord's finest men, were charged with the task of receiving the guests that were expected to arrive at any moment. All others were given a single twelve hour leave; a great risk, but indeed a necessary one. Not an hour ago, Phoenix had verified the arrival of several combatants over the northern wall, seen by means of an astronomy tower at the top of the castle itself. Two guards had been placed there to stand watch, easily identifiable and traceable by the glint of their steel in the moonlight. The man had watched as both collapsed, disappearing beneath the parapets to be replaced by a series of silhouettes which rose only to strike, before diving back into the cover of the night. So far the anonymous tip had proven correct, but to what extent would it hold true? Looking into the sky, Phoenix felt as if the atmosphere was far too fitting of the situation.


The main hall was the single stretch left leading to a large set of decorative double doors. Beyond that point, only a short distance remained to be navigated before reaching the royal chambers. A small, dead-end hallway on both sides intersected the main hall at its midpoint of fifty feet, harboring a collection of rooms that were either empty, or housing an army of brooms and other less than important objects. Phoenix stood along this intersection, at the corner to ones right as they would be approaching the guarded gates. Hidden within the shadow of a support beam, the man's dark clothing allowed him to simply melt into the small alcove and disappear.

A master of concealment, Phoenix knew that movement was the key to detection. With the eyes having only a small focal point, things could easily remain hidden in plain sight, even without entirely matching their backdrop. Thusly, the peripheral vision was utilized to capture movement, and would draw attention towards anything that broke the stillness. Standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, and with his hands folded neatly behind his back, gripping a loaded crossbow, the man waited in silence for the arrival of the intruders.


Five minutes passed like five hours, and to anyone, even a master like Phoenix, it was enough to set one on edge, with tension running high. Nevertheless, the man forced himself into a sort of self-induced state of rest, one that he'd perfected that would allow his body to relax, without losing his keen senses as a hunter; he heard it a moment later.

Only the barely audible whistling foreshadowed the imminent death of the guards just down the hall. There was a pop as steel was punctured, followed by a loud crashing of armor plates against the hard floor. Without so much as a cry or plea for help, the two men fell, relieved of duty. Phoenix remained unmoving in his place, simply waiting as the footsteps advanced. The situation was a delicate one, as the infiltrators were no doubt wary of a trap in place for them due to the absence of more guards. On top of that, because this was the last boundary to be passed, their adrenaline would be running overtime, as well as their nerves. Having begun with a more subtle approach over an hour ago, the men were running out of time and had apparently dismissed their original game plan, believing that they were in now the clear. Racing against the clock, and with no knowledge as to whether or not their presence was known, now, if ever, would be the time for mistakes.


The first three passed quickly, not even bothering to glance down the hall which bisected the one they were traveling. Why? Because no doubt they had gathered enough intelligence to inform them about the frivolous adjoining path. It held nothing of importance, and lead nowhere, and thus the guards would not traverse it. Secondly, if one had a map of the plotted areas designated to each guard, they would know that this crossroads was maintained by only the two eliminated just seconds ago. Phoenix, however, wasn't a guard; mistake number one.

The last two of the group lagged behind, made up of a ranged combatant and a sweeper. If sources proved worth the money it cost to gain the information, then Phoenix was already acquainted with several of these men, and in fact knew both of the two he was about to engage. Fellow mercenaries who held no sense of morality with the missions they accepted, the man had no quarrel with dispatching them from this world. On multiple occasions he'd considered it before, but he wouldn't waste his time or effort on them unless it were necessary. The fourth passed.

Seconds turned to tedious hours in Phoenix's head as he worked through the situation. He heard the last man's approach, a mere meter behind the other, prepared himself to move, adjusted for any calculation flaws, and finally stepped around the corner. Throwing out a steel-plated left arm, Phoenix caught the fifth infiltrator hard in the bridge of his nose. A sickening crunch emanated from the cartilage and bone behind it as both splintered, followed by another gruesome crack as the man's head jerked violently back, leaving his body to continue forward. The man landed, sprawled on his back with a thud, his bow skidding onward to the feet of his subordinates.

Simultaneously, Phoenix's right arm came up, crossbow in hand. Hardly having to apply any pressure to the trigger, the man released the catch on the string and sent the deadly bolt whizzing towards its target. The fourth intruder, who had just turned to investigate what had happened behind him, collapsed next, the deadly projectile embedding itself and penetrating easily through the soft flesh of his neck. The man simply spun and rolled awkwardly onto one side, his scream turning into an incoherent, frothy gurgling as blood poured into and down his throat. A pool accumulated quickly beneath the fountain of crimson, and the man simply lay idle in it, his mouth gaping silent curses from beneath the now red-stained clothe mask, while his eyes stared ahead, a look of uncomprehending shock locked in them.

Phoenix dropped the crossbow and turned now to fully face the three remaining assassins. All of them wore the same black uniforms with thin masks and hoods; all of them returned his calm gaze with a combination of newly-found hatred, bewilderment, fear, and the intent to kill.


The Throne Room of Omega - The following morning: Alterez

A single purple carpet outlined in gold lacing cut a swath through the center of the room, from the grand mahogany doors, to the raised section of flooring where the thrones sit. On either side of this carpet, the same decorative wooden support beams found in the halls would stand, reaching up into the high-arched ceiling and rafters, nearly thirty feet above. Banners and flags hung delicately from these heights, along with a grand chandelier in the center of the room. With a diameter of six feet, and total height of ten, the ornate piece of decor was one of the many prized artifacts of the monarchy. Struck from a single vein of precious gems found at the construction site of the castle generations ago, it has adorned the throne room ever since.

The room itself expanded beyond the boundaries of the carved wooden beams. In the vacancy between these and the far walls which were governed by thick, stone columns, a series of long tables were set, covered in similar purple cloths to those that hung from the ceiling, as well as an infinite amount of silverware that would go unused. As with the rest of the castle, the throne room spared no expense in finding the rarest of luxuries. Shields and crests hung off the wooden supports, while pictures were placed in their respective positions on the walls. Guards were set in front of every stone column, next to dozens of potted plants, busts, other statues and even various weapons racks. Often though, the guards would go unnoticed, overlooked as merely another piece of interior design.

The most stunning part of the throne room, however, was the far back wall which loomed over the heads of those in power. Inset with a beautifully decorated stain-glass window that rose to a grand twenty feet, it faced the East, allowing the sunrise to cast into the castle a harmonious collection of colors which melded and blended together in order to form a detailed image of the first great war, from which Purplexia was forged. The image would be sprawled across the floor in front of the thrones in a sort of sparkling, shining wonder, projected by a heavenly might as a reminder to those enemies vanquished ages ago, and to those who would threaten the kingdom today.

Alterez always found himself enticed by this mystifying wonder. Whoever had designed it definitely had an eye for detail, and knew exactly how to harness every aspect of it. As it was now, the self-proclaimed Lord had allowed himself to fall into a daze, his mind wandering to great reaches far beyond the extent of the problems at hand. Problems which unfortunately refused to wait.

"Sire?" a man's voice called.

Alterez suddenly sat up, blinking. It took him a moment to acclimate himself back into the real world, but finally he found his voice. "Ah, oh, yes... Right. Uh, continue," the man said, straightening himself in his seat. The throne was made almost entirely of gold, with purple cushions and designs detailing it, as well as with a sort of cape draped over the back. His own and the Queen's were nearly identical, however his was indeed slightly taller, though neither was set in the center. Her throne sat to his immediate right, with the illusive assassin Phoenix standing to his left.

"Problem, sire?" the man asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. It was General Poliferus, a great man with a spectacular battle record. He stood with an intimidating aura and spoke with a confident, commanding tone. His face showed signs of a veteran combatant, and his deep sunken blue eye held in it a strong unwavering stare. A thin scar ran down one side of his face, passing over the other empty socket. Easily able to outsmart and outmaneuver any enemy formation, even with all odds against him, his mind was sharp, and not one to be trifled with. With such an impressive history below his belt, Alterez could overlook the inflated self-reverence the man possessed.

Alterez shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. "No no, please continue, General."

The man gave a brisk nod, folding the papers he was holding behind his back as he fell into a sort of parade-rest. "Apologies, sire, but I had just finished," said Poliferus. Alterez raised a curious eyebrow to the man, but said nothing, as if contemplating his words. "To recap, however, the matter still stands. The rebels, despite all failed attempts, are still getting support. Five of the most notorious assassins means that the support includes a great deal of sponsors. From where, we are unsure as of now, but it can b-"

"General," a man cut in. Poliferus turned to face the lead adviser, a rather plump man dressed with more decorations than the entire palace itself. Poliferus didn't need to say anything, but simply nodded for the other to speak. "It is a simple solution," the adviser continued, almost as if the words he was about to say were far too obvious for the General to realize. "Reinforce all troops in the surrounding Barons castles, and tighten security, as well as law enforcement. We'll then gather a list of anyone suspected of treason, arrest them and have them tried."

"And how do you suggest we go about compiling a list of everyone who has aligned themselves with the rebels?" Poliferus retorted evenly. "They may be numerous, but of the population, they are a small majority spread far too thin throughout the kingdom. You'd have better luck trying to to enlist yourself in basic training."

The man gave the General a rather indignant look at his comment, but then simply brushed it off, rolling his eyes. Sticking out his face and placing his hands on his hips like some toddler with a point to prove, his jowls jiggled as his shook his head. The man sighed then spoke slowly this time, the condescension in his words palpable. "General... If you enforce the laws enacting better curfews and restricting movement from people in and out of these cities, you simply look for those who would disobey... The ones who are with the rebels are the ones sneaking around at night, and moving around this or that... And please, if I wished to partake in the barbaric trade that you call a profession, I would have. That is below me, however."

"Suggesting we turn the people against us by trying to cram more laws down their throats?" Poliferus asked, somewhat astounded by the man's less than reasonable solution to the problem. "Sire?" The General turned to Alterez, looking for some input.

"Sire," another adviser broke in, "I think if we promise it is only long enough to capture these rebels, they would understand. They don't like them any more than we do, and besides, we've already got people throwing around the names of people acting suspiciously. This would only make it easier! It won't do harm if only temporary..."

"Indeed!" responded the first adviser again.

Alterez simply heaved a deep sigh and sunk back into his seat, looking bored and beyond annoyed with his cast of advisers as they then took it upon themselves to begin throwing out new laws and ways to employ and enforce them. Poliferus lost himself in attempting to point out each and every flaw, however it seemed not many were giving him support, though some were. The voices of the supposed esteemed Council were steadily rising, trying to overpower the other in an attempt to get their ideas out, all the while creating an incessant drone of indecipherable words. Alterez leaned over, putting his face in the palm of his hand while his elbow rested on the cushioned arm rest of his throne. The man was becoming extremely aggravated with the lack of intelligence within the group, as well as their inability to compromise on anything. All their ideas seemed to benefit themselves in one way or another, or simply just deteriorate the loyalty within the people to them. The man let out another exasperated sigh, finally standing.

"Meeting adjourned!" he called loudly. And with that, the man turned and strode from the room, exiting through one of the side doors. Phoenix followed several paces behind, with two guards falling into step immediately after him.

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone paused, exchanging uncertain looks or shrugs of indifference. Finally a man spoke. "Very well, we shall compile a list of new laws and regulations for the kingdom and present them to his Lordship come the assembly later today!" announced the lead adviser. There was a mixed response, but no one argued anymore, simply dispersing to go about whatever business they had to attend to.

Poliferus closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded to his men who followed him through the open double doors. In two hours the palace was expecting the arrivals of a new battalion from Ravensgard, as well as a congregation of people expecting an announcement from their Lord or Queen. Poliferus had to accept these troops and ensure the area was secure before then. He also had to send out a letter to his dear friend, Wolfe. If security and laws were tightened, that would make his tasks that much harder to accomplish. Perhaps later he'll also find a way to dispose of those mercenaries the Lord had hired. His own had failed... Wolfe needed to know everything.

It was the next morning after the failed midnight intrusion of the castle.
The sun was up and shining.The sun's rays were shining through Kota's stain glassed, bed room windows.
She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times for her eyes to get used to the bright, morning light.

She looked over at the window for a second, then laid her head back onto her pillow.
She then quickly sat up and said to herself, ''I over slept again!'' She threw the bed covers off of her and stood up. She ran over to her changing area and quickly stripped off of her sleep wear to change into her uniform. She quickly got all of her clothing on, and put her long, flowing, light brown hair into a perfect braid.

She walked over to the table that was in her room. She picked up her two swords that she laid on the table the previous night before.
Strapped on the belt, and put her two swords into their sheath's. She looked around her room to see if she was forgetting anything and walked out of her room.

She swiftly made her way down to the throne room.She passed multiple halls, many rooms, and then she finally made it to the throne room. She took a deep breath before entering. She looked at the two guards that were standing guard. They looked at her and nodded,they opened the doors, and she walked into the room. She walked right up to the Queen, and bowed before her, and said, '' Your Highness. I dearly apologize for myself being late. I over slept again, and I do wish that you can forgive me for being late.'' She remained bowing, waiting for the Queen's response, for her to arise.

( I apologize for the 4 spaces below. My lap top got all messed up. So it posted this one post 5 times).

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Queen Violet

Violet walked down the long hallway, with confidence in her step. Her outfit Consisted of, a purple gown that hugged her body in all the right places. Small gem earrings that were also purple. Her shoes were a simple purple flats since you couldn't see her feet. Her hair was curled and put in a complicated style. Eye shadow was placed as well, adding onto her natural beauty. Violet stopped at the throne room and the guards instantly opened the doors for their Queen.

Violet smiled at Alterez. He was with her from the beginning. She sat upon her throne that was placed next to his. They were equal in her eyes. No one was above the other. Some called them King and Queen, which was fine for Violet but Alterez title was Lord. To be King means they have to get married. And if he was King, all her power would go to him, making her below him. Something they both didn't want.

Violet noticed that she walked into a meeting with the advisers. But it ended when Alterez dismissed them. He was obviously bored and annoyed with them. The advisers bowed at her before making there exit out the throne room. Before the Queen could attempt to speak to her friend, Kota came bursting through the doors in panic. Violet was a little worried. Kota came right up to her and bowed. '' Your Highness. I dearly apologize for myself being late. I over slept again, and I do wish that you can forgive me for being late." Violet smiled down at the Kota, a quite laugh escaping her lips. "Why are you bowing? I have told you time and time again not to. Friends are equal in this kingdom." A hint of playfulness in the Queen's voice.

(please don't mind the woman wearing the dress. You obviously know it's not my character XP)

As she heard the Queen's reply, she stood up. She looked at her Queen and said, ''Thank you. My Queen.''
She walked over to her Queen's right side, and stood in her usual spot. Kota looked around the room, as she always does. She looked at the beautiful stained, glass windows, and at the rich purple colored carpets. She was deeply admiring the throne room as always.
She then started to think about the peasants that live in the town, what they might be doing,what they are thinking of the Rebels, stuff like that. She then started to think about her few friends that lived in the town. She then thought about, her friend Lucie Mauvais. A smile creased her lips, at the thoughts of what her trouble making friend might be up to in the town, this early in the day.

She looked out of the window that was to her right and sighed. She didn't really like being in the castle all day long. Even though, she knew that it was her job to stay and protect her Queen. But, there was something about the out doors, that seemed to call to her. She then looked at the Queen and said ,'' I was just wondering. What are we to do if there is a full moon tonight? You know I can not be around people at that time. I just don't like the thought of hurting any more people. I have hurt far to many people than I have ever hoped.'' She looked down at the carpeted floor, after she had said that. Remembering all the times she had, lost control, and hurt and even killed some innocent people. She really did hate being a wolf. Having to live with this ''Curse.''

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The pink-orange rays of the early morning sun streaked across the landscape. Star glanced at the morning star, her eyes quickly adjusting to the light. Her attitude was present in her stride.

Starlight was wearing her black dress and black leather boots. Her tail was hidden under the folds of the silky fabric, and she had a dark purple beret to cover her ears. She was known around these parts of the kingdom. Just to add style and affect, she wore a simple, silk black masquerade mask that covered most of her face, obscuring her identity. Her nose twitched, picking up scents from all directions. The edges of her mouth twitched with amusement as she entered the tavern. There were multiple drunk men loitered around the room, approaching women and some who looked like they were about to start fist fights.

This is where Queen Dream wished for me to meet her? How strange… Star snickered silently. She claimed a booth near a window, and sat down, pulling a knife from a concealed pocket. She twirled it in her fingers menacingly, showing that she meant business. Star propped her feet up on the table, and glared at the bar attendant. She flicked her wrist and the knife landed four inched from his face, imbedded in the cabinet behind him. He gasped and everything seemed to go silent.

“Excuse me good sir. If you don’t mind, give me something strong.” Star leaned back again, and the people in the bar turned back to their drinks and the noise level increased once more. The bar attendant came over and placed a tall glass and her knife on the table, bowed and walked off. Star’s steely gaze swept the room as she took a sip of the beverage, and practically coughed. It was really strong. She huffed out another breath, and took another sip, and eventually took to the strength of the alcohol. After a few moments, a light blush was present on her cheeks and nose as the alcohol took effect. But Star can take her liquor well, so her attitude did not change, except for the blush. She waited for Queen Dream patiently, and ordered another drink.

Lady Dream sat in her carriage comfortably as her chauffeur drove her to the nearest tavern. One of her giant axes were sitting right across from her on the seat, but she couldn't take it inside with her. The pirate she was meeting would feel threatened and she wouldn't want that. Tucked safely in her sleeve laid a dagger. Small enough hide, but sharp enough to do damage. Dream didn't trust anyone. She believed her sister, Queen Violet would come after her and she wanted to be prepared for anything. Although the pirates agreed to join her side, it could be a set up.

The carriage came to a stop and her door opened up revealing the entrance of the tavern. She casually stepped out onto the ground and dusted off the end of her gown. She had let her hair down because the meeting wasn't formal, but the gown she was wearing is appropriate for any occasion. As people saw her they raised their heads up in disgust. She wasn't well liked due to the rebellion she has started on their precious queen. Lady Rosa doesn't fancy them either. She hates that they believe what her sister has been spoon feeding them. Everyone honestly believe that Queen Violet is older hence the reason Lady Dream lost the throne. Well everyone is wrong. It was stolen. And Rosa Dream plans to get it back.

She walked into the tavern and she stood at the entrance looking for the pirate. When she spotted a female in the booth with her feet resting on the table she figured that she was the one. Holding the dress up to reveal the heels she was wearing, she walked towards the female. Everyone had stopped talking and stared. The only thing that was audible was the clicking of the shoes. Dream sat in the booth and waved her hand. The people continued the loud chatter and minded their own business. She looked at the pirate before her and then at her feet. "You must be Star," she said looking back at the pirate to meet her gaze.

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"You must be Star.”

Star’s eyes raised and settled on none other than Queen Dream. She was wearing a gown.

Starlight let out a light chuckled. “No offense Ma’am, but you couldn’t have dialed it down just a bit for today?” Star finished off her second glass in one last swig. The redness of her cheeks was a tad more prominent than earlier, but her attitude did not change. Her canines could be seen when she flashed her ever famous smirk. She grabbed her knife off of the table, and placed it in her pocket.

“Yes, I am the ever famous Starlight.” The neko took her feet off of the table, and leaned forwards, propping her elbows up, and putting her chin on her now laced fingers. Her gaze locked with the Queen’s.

“I am here to discuss what your plan of, well, action is. The Captain sent me to make sure that this isn’t some worthless, fake proposal.” Star crossed her legs, and raised her eyebrow in direction of the Queen.

The rays of the early morning sun shone brightly through Sierra's silk curtains, accentuating the natural luster of her equally silky mulatto skin. Slowly and cautiously she slipped on her stark white dress, firmly applying her magical bangles as the final part of her morning procedure.

Though usually quite swift in her movements, the commotion caused by last night stilled her usual push for punctuality. Even after personally sweeping the castle, she made every move with a weather eye looking behind her. These assailants wouldn't have attempted a direct infiltration into the castle just because the spirit struck them- they were professionals, and as far as she knew, this could be simply the beginning.

This was probably the purpose for her most recent summon. Her last investigation into a black-market merchant (which, after one too many misunderstandings turned promptly into an assassination,) had left her bed-ridden and unable to engage the infiltrators directly. Were she a betting lady, she would bet that the Queen was going to sanction an investigation into the recent attack.

She strode gracefully from her room, with much less haste in her step than usual. She was not fond of being caught unawares, and sleeping through a direct assault was borderline embarrassing. Her room was not far from the throne room, so truancy was hardly a concern.

She recognized the deceptively commanding tone of Lord Alterez calling for the adjournment of a meeting. After nodding to a few unrecognizable advisers, her eyes brightened at the sight of the General. This man had been a comrade to her father quite some years ago, and has remained a friend to House Shaeffer since her older brother Wolfe was born. She had always thought of the man as a second father, and working as his colleague in the castle had only heightened her respect for him. Even though her paygrade would suggest that they are of equal rank, he was every bit her superior, and she savored every opportunity to seek both his council and his company.

"General, good morning!" Sierra greeted, clasping one of his gargantuan hands with two of her own petite palms. Her strict adherence to a professional demeanor prevented her from succumbing to her usual 'bear hug' routine, but the two had been through far too much for her to resist all forms of affectionate contact.

"I trust your meeting with the Lord and Queen went well? What news do you have of the assailants of last night?"




"Ah, my dearest Madame Verseaux!" Wolfe chided to Dream, adopting a feign drunken stupor convincing to all but the Queen-to-be herself, "Dare I say that you simply radiate all the grace and beauty of a Tavern Harlot this fine day! Allow me to buy you a drink- nothing but a hard tankard of ale will do to adequately compliment that exquisitely pungent aroma of sensual fluids and regret!"

Wolfe quickly scanned the tavern, noting multiple suspicious patrons whose attention suddenly turned from the auspicious Lady Dream. His stunt hadn't turned away all of them, however- he noted three particularly hardy looking interlopers, who also happened to be concealing some form of blade within their doublets. Wolfe suspected that these gentlemen would not be so easily swayed by his coy acting- he hoped that he wouldn't have to let his old friends Fame and Fortune speak on his behalf, but if the fate of the Rising Queen depended on it, then he would allow them to speak until their vocal folds succumbed to fatigue. He couldn't afford for her to fall.

At least, not here...

"Milady, you really aught to consider doing things less Queen-y." he spoke to Dream, losing the drunken persona, "Most people don't show up to greasy spoons like this drawn in a carriage and looking like ten thousand gold pieces personified!"

His attention was momentarily interrupted by the appearance of Dream's latest potential recruit. He took a moment to flash Starlight a wink.

"And you must be the pirate that we're trying to recruit! I'm a politician myself, so I couldn't be happier at the prospect of having someone around who's just as much of a bottom-dwelling, scum sucking criminal as me!"

He didn't take long to observe the pirates reaction before immediately turning his attention back to the Lady Dream.

"I've managed to cast most eyes off of you, milady, but you've got two on the northeast corner and one at the entrance who are still gazing this way. They all conceal similar blades from the looks of it, so I imagine that they're together. I'll warn you if they start doing anything un-gentlemanly, but do try to make this quick!"

With that, Wolfe sat down at one of the tables, resuming his drunken act with a couple of the local bar wenches. It would become crystal clear soon enough that he was enjoying the act far more than they were!

Lucie had been gathering things all day to attend the royal address. After all, she wanted to fit in and be seen as noble, not as the peasant girl she really was. In the morning she walked into the fabric shop and knocked a few tables over "by mistake" in the confusion of the piles of fabric flying everywhere, she slipped just enough light purple silk and white cotton fabric into her small bag so that she could make a dress to attend the castle in. She also had grabbed a small bag of crystals and some lace. Snagging the extras almost caused her to get caught but they were well worth it.

The day wore on and she had gathered almost everything that she needed for the night however, she needed black eyeliner. It seems silly but the pure black pigment is so hard to make that it's absurd. Lucie carefully made her way to the cosmetics shop, she had the suspicion that they were onto her, and pretended to browse the products. The shopkeeper came over to her and tried to make polite conversation but she simply ignored him and continued searching for the eyeliner, they had to keep it hidden somewhere. The eyeliner was perched up on a tall shelf, too high for her to reach without a ladder. She needed a distraction, or else she could try and grab it and then run. While the shopkeeper was occupied dusting shelves on the other side of the store, she slowly crept up and climbed the ladder. Before the shopkeeper had a chance to turn around or even yell, she grabbed the eyeliner and ran as fast as she could all the way back to her house. She knew that stealing this item would probably cause the shopkeeper to report her but she had hopes that he didn't know her real name.

At her house she turned the light purple silk and white cotton into a beautiful dress with some of the rhinestones and lace added to make it more special. It wasn't fancy enough to wear to a ball or any formal but it did make her stand out for everyday wear. She tied her faux pearls around her neck and brushed her hair before applying the makeup and studying herself in the mirror. Hopefully, she no longer looked like the poor peasant she really was.

Kota had been standing there for quite some time, when she heard a gurgling sound, coming from her stomach. She looked at Violet and said, ''I skipped out on breakfast this morning. Since I am in no good condition, when I have not eaten even a morsel of food. I think it would be best if, I were to go to the town, and grab a small bite of food. And since I am part wolf, I do need a special kind of food.'' She and almost everyone knew that wolves had to eat at least one live animal a day. To contain her wolf's hunger for flesh.

She looked at her Queen and said,'' I will be back in time, before the bells ring for the timing of noon. No later.''
She quickly made her way out of the throne room, and into the hall. She swiftly made her way to the main double doors of the castle. They were two huge, fifty foot high, and thirty feet in width. They were made of pure, strong oak wood, and had metal bars and plating on them. The handles were made of pure iron,and had jewels on them. She looked at the guards and they opened the doors for her.

She blinked in the late morning sun. She smiled as she took a deep breath of fresh air, as she walked out of the castle. She loved the smell of fresh air.
She walked between two guard towers and signaled them to open the gates. They opened them, and she smiled as she was finally out of the castle. She stopped before she reached the towns entrance. She took the hood of her cloak and put it over her head, just enough for her mouth to be seen. She kept her head down while she was walking through the town.

The towns people didn't exactly like her, since she did kill a hand full of the towns people on accident. She was looking at the people through the corners of her eyes. She kept walking until she saw one of her friends. She smirked as she saw Lucie trying to steal some more items. She stayed in the shadows so Lucie wouldn't see her yet.
Kota followed Lucie to her house, and then waited outside of Lucie's house for a little while. After standing out side of the house, Kota walked up to the front door and knocked on it. She then waited for some one to come.

Dream rested her hands on the table and chuckled a bit when Star asked why she couldn't dial it down. She just shrugged. "I like my gowns. At least my hair isn't decorated in jewels," she commented. Just then her trusted adviser Wolfe came up to her and preformed a drunken act. She just rolled her eyes at him. Why did he had to come to her like this? It was embarrassing, but he must have a good reason. First he commented on her outfit as well which she waved off as nothing. Then he mentioned the other peopele in the tavern that might want to kill her. She giggled. "I will be careful, Wolfe," she said. When he left her and the pirate alone she turned attention back to her.

"First order of business. How do I know that you and your Captain are actually on my side? And how do I know that you aren't trying to kill me?" she asked. She leaned back into the booth crossing her arm she could feel the dagger pressing against her arm. IT was good to know that it was there when she needed it.

Rubber walked into the tavern and smoothed back his brown hair. He quickly reached into his pocket and brandished a hook, glowing a faint emerald color in the orange of the bar. He carefully screwed it into place, making sure of its sharpened tip. He then reached for a letter mailed to him about a fortnight ago. It was given to him by Lady Dream herself, detailing the area in which he was supposed to meet her. Needless to say, he was extremely disappointed. He was looking forward to sitting around a fireplace, drinking imported liquor. But apparently, such was not the case, as they were here, stepping in a mixture of blood, grog, and other fluids that need not be mentioned. A quick survey of the room revealed a few hooded men, no doubt in the ranks of Dream, and what appeared to be a politician of some sort, who by the looks of things was trying to get lucky with a few wenches.

The Captain quickly made his way to the table in which Star sat. While she wore a hood and mask, it was obvious to see that she was a Neko, two bumps where her ears touched the top of her cowl were visible, even with the dimly glowing lamps illuminating the room. He could see that she was sitting with a person, talking intently with her about the matter at hand. As he walked up to the couple, the yelling and music slowly were slowly drowned out by the back and forth conversation of the two.

"First order of business. How do I know that you and your Captain are actually on my side? And how do I know that you aren't trying to kill me?"

It must have been Lady Dream herself. That would explain the lavish attire she was wearing. If she was alone, he would have picked her pockets by now. She really was what everyone called her. The Mad Queen of Purplexia. At first glance, one may not see anything wrong with her, her ginger hair flowing down her shoulders, her reassuring smile, and some looks borrowed from her younger sister, Violet. But there was certainly something off about her, her smile seemed sincere, but there was certainly a hint of madness behind it. Rubber slowly shuffled up to the table.

"Oi" he says as he tips his hat. He quickly pulls up a chair and sits, in between Star and Dream. "I may assure you, milady. My crew and I have no intent on going against our word in taking down this kingdom. We will be at your side until death. That IS, of course, if the proper payment is given. Which, I have been promised in the letter written by your hand."
He takes the letter out of his coat pocket and pins it to the table with his hook, securing it in place. He smiled in expectancy of the information about to be revealed, letting the light bounce off of his three gold teeth.

Queen Violet

Violet nodded at Kota as she suggested to leave to eat. "You don't need permission Kota. Go as you please." One less guard wouldn't be a problem seeing as Violet had many others in and out the castle. If Kota left it didn't make it tragic. When Kota left Violet turned to Altarez, her companion and friend. "What did the General say in the meeting?" Unfortunately Violet wasn't there because there was a perimeter break in. Someone was climbing over the castle walls. Guessing it was another spy. They're locked in know and Violet has to go talk to them before choosing a punishment that's appropriate enough.

Lucie smiled when she approached the door and saw it was Kota "Hi!" she said happily as she opened the door to let her inside. She shut the door behind Kota and took a seat on her couch being careful of her dress. Nobles never have tears or wrinkles on their clothing. "So you're going to get me a good spot close to all the royals right?" she asked hopefully "You never know when people are looking for suitors" she smiled dreamily picturing myself somehow taking the throne. "Wouldn't that be so magical if that happened? It would be picture storybook perfect. " she beamed up at her "You have to introduce me to the nobles, but don't say that I'm really a peasant."

As Kota was greeted in, she looked at Lucie and said, '' Thank you Lucie.''
She walked over to the wall next to where Lucie was sitting and leaned against the cobblestone wall. She put her hood down, and licked her lips. She smiled as she heard what Lucie was saying. She then said, '' As you know, I am well liked in the kingdom. And pulling a foolish trick like that, could get us into trouble. '' She looked away, and looked around the house. She loved it in Lucie's little cottage. She then looked at Lucie and said, '' So, of course I will let you come. And I would never expose who you really are. I will say you are a second cousin of mine. A cousin that is human. ''

She walked over to the little wooden table, and picked up a nice and expensive looking dagger that was on the table. She studied it and put it back down. She then walked over to Lucie and sat down next to her. She looked at Lucie and smiled. She then said , '' I must leave now. I have to go and eat. You are welcome to come, if you wish. I just hope you are not scared of what you might see. '' She lifted up her hood and put it back onto her head. She stood up and then looked at Lucie to wait for her answer.

Lady Dream and Star were joined by Star's Captain. He was a good looking man and that is who she thought she was going to be meeting in the first place, but things change. He reassured her that him and his band of pirates wouldn't trick her and try to kill her. She nodded and saw that the letter he pinned down onto the table stated how much she was going to give him. "I didn't forget about your payment Captain," she said. Reaching in her gown pockets, she grabbed a small velvet bag and dropped it on the table in front of the pirates before her. "30 gold pieces. The rest will be given after Violet is taken down," she said. She rested her hands on the table waiting for them to accept the payment she had just given them. It wouldn't have been smart to carry all that gold in her pocket, but no one would have thought she had that in her pocket, until now. She looked at the both of them and lifted her arms off the table. "I believe we are done here," she said.

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Starlight listened to the Queen's words. She was about to answer her question when her Captain dropped into their conversion. A scowl was present on Star's face, but she quickly bit her tongue to hold back a snarky retort.

With a slight grumble, Star pulled her cap off, and her ears flicked hair off of them. Her tail peeked put from under her dress. When the Queen pulled out the gold, a certain hunger was present in Star's eyes. A hunger for the blood that was to come from this job. The tip of her tail twitched with impatience. But Star knew that this was not all of the money they were to receive. She glanced at her captain, wondering how he would react to this.

Star was holding her blue pedant. She remembered when her finger could fit through the little circular gem. But that time has passed. She was a different person now. And she was ready for this job.

"So, you look anxious." Rubber says to Star, whom is literally twitching at the sight of the recent payment. He picks up ten coins out of the pile. Each one of them shimmering in the lamps luminescence, proudly donning the face of the Queen of Purplexia herself. He silently chucked to himself, maybe his face would be on a coin when this was all said and done. He quickly slid the coins over the Star, and pocketed the rest. He looks up and sees the Queen smooth out her dress and walk away from the table.
"We are not to tell the rest of the crew of this matter, are we clear? I don't need them hounding me for any more gold then they are worth, aye? Now, to spend our hard earned money."
The Captain walks up to the bar and slams his hook into a chair leg, slightly splintering the wood and bringing it closer. He whistles for the bartender to come closer, and asks for a strong mug of ale, preferably the entire bottle. It was going to be a long night sober, might as well deny himself of that. He looked over to Star, to offer her a drink, but instead found her meddling with the aqua pendant. He sighs and takes a sip of courage from his frosty glass, expecting to hear a heartfelt story. "What is that even, Star? You mess with it all the time."

Omega - Poliferus & Sierra

“Sierra darling, good morning.” Poliferus said happily, his earlier feelings of annoyance, worry and whatever else seeming to melt away. The man gave the young lady a pleasant smile, relieved that she had arrived, but more so happy about her impeccable timing. The advisers could be so sour and thick-headed sometimes, he definitely would not want that rubbing off on her, and yet, despite whatever attitude they would grace upon the General, he found it always dispelled by the innocent, sweet demeanor of the girl he’d come to know as his own.

"I trust your meeting with the Lord and Queen went well? What news do you have of the assailants of last night?" she inquired.

Poliferus took his hand away and stepped back, allowing Sierra the not required but still deserved bow of respect he addressed everyone with. Standing tall again, he strode half past her and put one large hand gently behind her to guide her with him. “Please, follow me. We can discuss it on the way down to the Courtyard.”

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“You slept well then?” Poliferus said finally, after they’d walked a good distance from the throne room and out of earshot of the self-concerned politicians. The only sounds now were that of the outside world coming in through the windows on their left, and the heavy footsteps of his guards that marched otherwise silently behind him. “It’s sometimes so difficult considering all that’s happening, but then again, with the King having hired so many other precautions alongside his Guardsmen, I suppose it can be achieved.”

Poliferus sighed deeply, a bit of worry troubling him again. “Alterez is so young… I fear that he may not know what to do, and that all this time around these pompous fools has tainted his mind. Be wary, being at such the age he was when he began, many things can be so.. influencial…” Poliferus spoke gently, a rare side seen by few. “As for the happenings of everything, they aren’t good. The mercenaries last night, confirmed by Phoenix himself on account of having worked alongside several, were indeed professionals… This is deeply concerning, as it means whoever is sponsoring Lady Dream has some sort of power, or at least money. Personally to me, they go hand in hand, but I won’t jump to conclusions.”

Poliferus stopped, turning down the hall and proceeding down a flight of steps. “Luckily we do have our own sources, and we’re just fortunate that they served true. I felt so ineasy having most of my men take the night off, but if they’d been there, they would’ve been killed alongside those few that were present.” The General was frowning now, considering this. Although he did care for the lives of his men, it wasn’t only because he was ensuring they weren’t killed. Having only a small platoon on standby, that meant that the only real threat was the mercenary Phoenix. He’d underestimated the man despite his renown reputation; a mistake he won’t make twice.

“Nevertheless," he continued, "we’re receiving reinforcements from Baron Vreakalks. I trust you remember him? I have to meet his men when they arrive, and then we have to ready the castle for the Royal Address.

Approaching a large balcony overlooking the North side of the Castle, Poliferus strode into the open, his gaze drifting down to the barracks below, stationed around a large field nearly overflowing with the King’s finest, training, moving in units, tending to equipment or armor, or simply lounging. Poliferus placed his hands on the edge of the delicately carved marble railing, his thumb tracing the purple painted fire. "I just hope Lord Alterez and Queen Violet are ready for this task…” he said after a short time.

A cool breeze tugged on the man’s cape that hung over both his shoulders, ruffling the Purple fabric while making the gold sparkle in the morning sun. Poliferus sighed resignedly again, then turned to Sierra. “Anyway, enough about all this… What sorts of things have you been up to? Heard you were on a mission as of late. How did that go?”


The Tavern -- Captain Rubber, Lady Dream, Star & Wolfe

Sergeant Antorak strode confidently down the street, followed closely by at least a dozen men. Armor-clad and battle-tested, they moved with a purpose through the thick throngs of people that governed the streets, vying for whatever baubles they wished to waste their money on. Ignoring entirely any and all social graces that an exalted member of the Royal Military was supposed to exude, the man pushed aside anyone that got in his way. Toppling a woman carrying fruits, or an elderly veteran who possessed far too many scars that would hinder his ability to move, Antorak remained indifferent. Cold green eyes scanned the area menacingly. The man was on a mission, and his target was directly ahead. With a short nod, his he and his men continued on, their armor and weapons clanking with each step, steel boots kicking up patches of dirt.

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“Hey there buddy,” a man said suddenly. He’d been positioned near the back of the bar for some time now, but finally he felt as if he should make an appearance. Having grown tired of watching the Queen simply lounge around in public, no doubt at this very moment gathering people for her vanity cause, this man, being a self-respecting loyal citizen, knew that it was merely his civic duty to turn her and her subordinates in. Deciding that this man who had gone through so much trouble to put on a well played act was the more dangerous threat to be engaged, he allowed himself to take a seat next to him. “Name’s Gregora,” he said in a gruff voice as he looked up to the shaggy haired traitor.

While Gregora himself was a rather small, stocky man, he could handle himself just fine against whatever brute dared threaten his Kingdom. Already he’d sent word of this meeting with one of his men to fetch the guards, so now all he had to do was stall until they arrived. After that he could collect his pay, one hell of a bounty that could buy him and his accomplices’ drinks for a lifetime, and continue on his merry way as the man who captured the runaway Queen with family problems. He gave a toothless grin to the man. “So what brings you here today, kind gentleman?”

Gregora’s presence was enough to send those few wenches and barmaids which had accumulated around the man to scatter. His reputation wasn’t the best, but sometimes it helped. He looked to the older gentleman, holding up a half-drained pitcher. “If you’re trying to drown the sorrows of your recent losses against the Kingdom, this ain’t the place.” His gaze shifted back to the Queen, finding that another had joined the group. He shook his head disapprovingly, as if amused, then leaned forward and whispered almost maliciously, “It’s a crime to be in league with pirates, you know. It’s a crime to be against the kingdom.” A blade appeared in his hand as his smile widened. “Treacherous bastard.”

It was just then that the door to the tavern was thrown from its hinges. The kick came from two steel-plated Knights, and the force sent the large wooden object careening into the table directly in front of it. The occupants collapsed, cries suddenly emanating from most present. Bottles and glasses were spilled, but no matter how much people wanted to panic, the commanding voice which bellowed out a moment later ensured that didn’t happen.

“Alright, I hear there’s a little rat in town?” Antorak’s reputation was well known around the few blocks that he was tasked with patrolling and enforcing. Using pain as means of intimidation, he demanded not respect, but fear. His Purple cape, draped over one side of his decorative steel armor, marked him as not just authority, but a man who commanded the authority. The rank of sergeant was low, but it still meant that he had at his disposal a platoon of soldiers, and a plethora of weapons to employ. Of course, if the top brass was aware of what occurred below their noses, Antorak would no doubt have been thrown from his high horse. Unfortunately however, it takes only a few falsified reports and documents, as well as a great deal of inspired awe, to ensure that nobody need know about the dealings the man dabbles in.

Striding in, his eyes took a quick sweep of all present, his men forming up in a rough semi-circular formation behind him, shields raised, swords brandished. A smirk formed on his lips, visible only because officers rarely wore helmets. The Queen wasn’t at all difficult to spot, and so the man nodded, heaving a sigh of satisfaction. His content grew even more so as he recognized the infamous Captain Rubber. He'd surely get a promotion for this lovely catch.

“Everyone present that doesn’t align themselves rightfully at this very moment is under arrest, your renounced majesty.” The man spat the last word as if it were some rotten peace of mutton, speaking directly to Dream, then continued hideously. “Anyone dares try to run, they should ensure they be ready to spill themselves before the might of Purplexia.”

By now several people had regained themselves from the shock of the Sergeant's entrance. A few stood, facing the Queen with looks of disapproval or satisfaction, while others remained uncertain, sitting in their neutrality. Weapons were now appearing in the hands of many.

“Get ‘em," Antorak finally sneered.


Omega – Kota & Lucie

A knock came from the door of the little cottage known to belong to Lucie. Without waiting for an answer, the door was then thrown open, allowing for three men to enter. All were dressed in a simple chainmail shirt accompanied by a few steel plates, as well as a surcoat with the Crest of Purplexia on it, but none held position within the military. These men were simply the police force that monitored civilian matters, rather than diplomatic ones that would escalate to war. Perhaps it was because of their humble yet still respectable positions that kept them from being as easily tainted as those with the true power, or perhaps it was simply because they lived amongst the people they monitored. Whatever the case, they were willing to look past some petty things, but after enough complaints, they were required to take action.

A young man, well groomed, probably mid twenties took the stage, unfolding a piece of paper. “Lucie Mauvais, you have hereby been charged with crimes of theft amongst the citizens of Omega within the great land of Purplexia. You are from henceforth to be apprehended for said violations of the law, and are to be brought in for questioning and trial. If found guilty, the consequences include but are not restricted to monetary fees, servitude to those to whom the acts were committed, or a sentence for up to but not limited to, sixty days.”

The man looked down from the paper towards the young lady, but then stopped short as he became aware of the other presence in the room. Dropping his head almost immediately, and snapping his feet together while putting his arms against his sides, he gave a brisk bow to Kota.

Looking up, his face was flustered, embarrassed due to missing the presence of someone aligned personally to the Queen. “Apologies, Lady Kota. I did not see you there. Please, excuse the interruption, but by law we are to take young Lucie in for questioning.” The two other officers behind the man had stiffened as well, and now all looked expectantly to Kota. She had authority, and so they were to await her response before taking further action.


Omega – Alterez, Violet & Phoenix

Alterez adjusted the lapels on his decorative, sleeveless overcoat, brushing them down and plucking off a single piece of his long, brown hair. The man inspected it thoughtfully, then simply threw it aside. Admiring himself in the mirror for a moment, he disliked having the silent shadow Phoenix with him at all times, but knew it was a necessary precaution. The man was standing in the far corner, head down, but Alterez knew that he was present in every way possible. Turning now away from his reflection, the Lord of Purplexia sighed.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked to nobody in particular. “The late King, Violet’s father… He ruled with so much certainty and dignity… And my father knew the answers to anything he didn’t… Violet and I… Ugh..” The man sighed again, dropping his head. Of course Phoenix didn’t respond, he didn’t expect him to, but he still wished he had some input. He probably did, but then again, it wasn’t in the man’s job description to act as councilor.

Alterez bit his tongue, thinking, before finally he moved towards the great doors of the Royal Chambers and strode back into the throne room.

"What did the General say in the meeting?"

Queen Violent, whom he hadn’t even acknowledged her for he was too annoyed earlier, was sitting in her place at his side. The man was grateful, and watched as her own right hand dismissed herself in search of food, if he had heard correctly. Smiling at the woman, she never ceased to amaze him with her radiate beauty. The elegance she possessed, as well as her father’s strong will. Alterez took a moment to admire her, standing silently to one side before moving to take his seat by her side. He was lucky to have her, he knew, and one day he did plan to marry… But not yet. Things were far too troubling, and besides, they’d agreed on sharing the power if ever possible. It seemed the only way was to remain separate, as dictated by the laws of Purplexia. Maybe one day he’d change that. Yes, that would be lovely… Just another thing he could be known for, another way to better himself and gain complete acceptance. The man smiled, finally deciding to answer his beloved Violet’s earlier question. Leaning back in his cushioned throne, Alterez hated to break the all too welcomed silence of his throne room, but he wouldn’t leave his Queen without an answer.

“Poliferus is simply searching for a way to weed out all traitors and finally put a stop to this rebellion. It seems nobody has any surefire ways to do that… Always holes.” Alterez huffed, a hint of annoyance returning in his voice at simply the thought. “Anyway, he’s off doing his General thing, and the advisers are all off plotting some total domination plan in order to enforce stricter laws, and I’m here without any idea at all.. Supposed to address the people in an hour? Yeah, that’ll be lovely.”

Alterez fell silent for a moment, brooding. His temper was one of his flaws, and it had only gotten worse due to the stress of recent events. “Why is it worth my time anyway? Your sister, without offense, renounced herself. She’s not worth the color she wears. If we could just crush this damned thing now without a problem, I’d love that… It’s just too tedious.” Sighing, the man dropped his face into his palms again, leaning forward in his chair.

“Our dads would know what to do… Hell, I may just let them enact these new laws. Only option that’s actually presented itself! If she weren’t royalty it would just be dismissed like everything else. We’ve had rebellions, but they were all just common rabble, not worth our time. Give the problem to the nearest Baron and his forces, and boom, done…” Alterez was rubbing his temples, growing more and more aggravated the more he thought and talked about it. “Whatever happened between you two anyway? I don’t remember that much fighting amongst you guys, and we all practically grew up together. When did all this happen?”

Looking to his Queen now, Alterez waited expectantly. It was true, despite all the time he’d spent watching them trying to get one of them to notice him, he’d never seen them fight. Albeit he was probably too worried about making himself look good to notice any real bickering about who would be heir, but he surely would’ve noticed the two most beautiful girls he’d ever seen clawing at each other for the throne. Heck, if he had, he could’ve stepped in and given compromise. He was almost literally trained to do that… Alterez tilted his head now, waiting patiently.

When the police invaded her home Lucie stood there shocked and embarrassed. She knew it was too late to pretend that she knew nothing of the matter but she did not want to be thrown in jail. Jail is not befitting of a future noble. She turned to Kota and gave her a look, trying to plead and beg her with her eyes. She knew that if Kota dismissed the charges then her name would be cleared and she could resume her path to getting her spot on the throne. Otherwise, she would have to figure out a way to do it from jail which is very much impossible. Could Kota do that for her? She knew that Kota knew Lucie was fond of stealing but could it possibly get Kota get in trouble? Without Kota Lucie wouldn't have half of the connections she did now. Her face began to heat up as she worried about what she would do if she was thrown in jail. The man was handsome however, could she try to charm him? She smiled at the man trying to banish the nervousness from her appearance "Ah yes I'm Lucie, and you are?" she giggled softly as she stepped closer to the man,hopefully this gave Kota time to think of something that would make the men leave Lucie alone. "You know it's not really stealing if they didn't need it in the first place, I think you have the wrong girl" she said looking the man in the eyes hoping to make him feel nervous.

When the police came in, Kota quickly stood up and stepped in front of Lucie. When she heard that Lucie was being charged of theft, she was not surprised in the least. And after the officer read the letter, he looked at Kota and asked for forgiveness for not noticing her right away, as she should have. She looked at the guards and said, '' You are saying that, my dear friend Lucie is being charged of theft? ''

The main officer looked at Kota and nodded. Kota stood there for a moment in complete silence. She looked at Lucie, and understood Lucie's glare at her. She then looked back at the officers, and said, '' I will personally pay for the charges put against my dear friend. And you will drop the present and any future charges put against Lucie Mauvais. If I find out about any charges put against her in the future, I will personally talk to the Queen about finding the right punishment for the traitor.'' She then looked back at Lucie and gave her a quick smile. She then looked at the officers and said, '' Do we have an agreement, officers? '' She then gave the officers a protective wolf glare after she said that.