Crenasia RP Thread

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the soft breeze caressed his cheek as the sprinkle of rain gently fell below his forest green orbs, mimicking tears. He stared hopelessly at the ground in front of him, the muddy tracks of footsteps still visible as the water continued to dampen the atmosphere. He could feel his body lose its build up tension as the warm liquid soothed the burns of utter disappointment that continuously rose in his chest, pushing them so far away that, for a few seconds, the memories of the past years vanish, and suddenly he was back home, sitting in his father's arms once again, receiving the love that seemed so foreign to him after all the time he stood alone. Simeon sighed, whenever he thought his family – when he got lost in another fantasy - he hardly noticed the soreness of his wrists and the aching of his muscles; just the faint remembrance of the previous occasions warmed the man's heart enough to make him forget.

The man – Simeon Carteret, age twenty-three – had been lost since that day, that night ten solemn years ago, when he had forsaken his home after being banished. He refused to believe who did commit the crime of his blame – as Simeon himself was innocent, that much he was sure of, though deep inside he knew.

But how could he just believe it? He was family – his brother just wasn't in his right mind. He must have eaten something to make him hallucinate. And he must have been searching for Simeon all these ten years.

Of course.

Simeon shook his head, spraying droplets into the fray of rain. The dark haired man could not ponder on the trail he himself had done for the majority of his life – no, for it was time to move on. He gingerly, albeit slowly, retrieved his sodden, soaked bag, and threw it across his shoulder. He needed to continue his travels, before the rains dispersed at the road became too scorching to proceed. Lerian Forest was only so silent in the day, that he knew.

The man did not mind the rain pounding down on him, drenching his pack and ruining his cloths. It soothed him, despite it disadvantages, and reminded him of the days in Curel, the royal city, when he and his brother would breach the castle walls to wade in the river – when Albin had been too young to realize how foolish he'd looked. Simeon liked to think of the times with his family. They were warm and happy and peaceful...and not, not this.

Simeon unconsciously traced a finger over his chest, convulsing slight as he placed pressure on the scar through his thin tunic. He flinched as he realized what he was doing, quickly placing his hands at his side, controlling them.

He kept in that position as he walked on.

Albin sat in his regal throne, eyes heavy as he stared into the distance. Not many people were seeking audience with him, and not many of his jesters, knights, or anyone, really, was here. Just him alone in the throne room, staring at a stained glass window.
The stained glass showed him slicing his brother's chest, and the window to the right showed his brother being carried off, unconscious, on horse-back and dropped in wilderness.
A wicked smile crept across his lips as the memory played at his thoughts. Becoming king at a young age and banishing somebody, nearly killing them, sent fear through the hearts of everyone. Now even the clouds were scared of him, and no one dared disobeyed him.
Unless they didn't like their head very and would prefer it rolling on the dirt. He snickered, his eyes flickering as he walked slowly to a window and watched outside. Rain pattered down hard, and he watched the Lerian forest on the horizon. His brother's corpse was probably there, being fed off of by hungry wolves in the rain and mud.
He smiled stretching in his regal attire. The red camp was loose on him, and he didn't prefer it. He preferred comfortable clothes and maybe a broadsword to keep people in check with. His lips parted in a smile, then broke in hysterical, sinister laughter as he thought about how, if his dense brother managed to make it back, the king would make a bowling ball out of Simeon's head.

Lilith smirked as she watched her "beloved" young husband. She had married the King for purely political reasons. Her ambition extended to the want of the position of sole ruler of Crenasia. In time, not very short as things were going, she would frame someone for the death of the king, and she would take the throne as the benevolent, poor, victimized wife of the evil king. But that time was not now. She toyed with her black pearl earings before walking into the hideous, in her opinon, throne room, with all the poise and perfection of a Queen.

Three times married, all her husbands mysteriously dead, Lilith Andromeda Carteret knew how to deal with husbands. Especially young ones.

She put a simpering look on her face,in contrast to the cold gleam in her icy blue eyes, and spoke.

"My Love, what is troubling you?"

She bowed her head submissively and brushed her elegant red gown demurely as she waited for a reply.

In the town of Hickory, Aeleis, a peasant on a farm was tired
of a hard days work. She always thought of Lilith, the queen
and Albin, the king. She always dreamed about sitting in a
regal throne, in a a glorious dress, and with a wonderful husband.

She threw herself to the hammock, cried and, whispered.

"But...that will never happen. Right now i'm the lowest class
(Except for slave) possible."

Though against the odds she continued to pray every night and
spoke.

"Dear Lord, lift me up higher so I cannot fall and help get out of
peasant life. Amen(Omen)."

As she climed onto her hammock, she thought, maybe... someday.

Andrew stood silently at his post, beside the throne room door. His heavy armour making him feel weighed down. His hand was tightly gripping the shiny steel sword, sitting tighly in it's sheath. He kept thinking of how wonderful sleep would be. He had been standing at this miserable post all day.

His head sagged for a moment, then jerked it up, making his helmet jerk back and hit his nose. He grunted and stood back at attention. Should I ask M'lord if I may go? No...Maybe...No he thought, at was with himself.