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This is a roleplay between Repo and Wavi. As such, only the two mentioned may post. Lurkers beware - awesomeness ensues in this thread.

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The King in the Riverland has become increasingly hostel. Closing trading ports, killing messengers, and halting repayments on loans owed to the North and the South.

The North and the South Kingdoms have became increasingly concerned, and when the Riverlands started rallying soldiers they put aside their differences. In hopes of making the King of the Riverlands stand down they forged and alliance in the form of a marriage between the Prince in the South, and the Princess in the North... But still, his army grows.

Taking a closer look - the political fires have roared to life in the South. The new King is but a boy of ten and two - and the new Queen is determined to make changes to the South that the old Queen worked so hard to build. Ghosts in the castle walls hear all, and they are whispering of trouble brewing in the air.

The North - Mountainous terrain separates this area from the rest of the world. It deals with cold, harsh winters and brief fleeting summers. The men are fierce, and the women are fiercer. A true and loyal people who keep to the old ways.
The South - The trading capital of the world that boasts a temperate climate. With a thriving economy, and trade coming in from all over the world it is considered to be a prime location for innovation.
The Riverlands - A land brimming over with water. It boasts the best sailors and healers, as the land is full of mysterious plants and animals.
The Tribal Islands - Barbaric tribes rule this area - and are at constant battle with the other kingdoms over their mineral resources.
The Desertlands - Full of an exotic and rich culture. It is a leading exporter of spices and goods such as silk and gold.
The Red Wastelands - Not much is known about this vast land... as those who venture there never seem to return.

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Queen of the South - Ayra Rolland. Previously Princess in the North Ayra Eci.
A girl of ten and nine, born into the royal family in the North.


Queen Regent in the South - Marsay Rolland. Previously Queen in the South, and Lady Larkson of Markstown.
A woman of thirty and three, born into a noble family in the South and married off to the King - King Harold Rolland - at the age of ten and seven.


King of the South - Harold Rolland the II. Previously Prince in the South.
A boy of ten and two, born into the royal family in the South.

Nathaniel W. Sandvoss
The King's Soldier
Twenty + Five

He has a very dreary, dispassionate tone that he loves to speak in. He’s indifferent with everything and doesn't care at all about what others think of him. He's flirty, annoying, and tends to fail at prioritizing. He hates when others talk down to him and he hates it even more when people disrespect him. He's aloof, forgetful, and clumsy, but don't let that fool you. He's smart, cunning, deceptive, and manipulative. He'll get you right where he wants you, and, before you can retreat, he'll destroy you. Though, he's often too soft for such threats. Nathaniel would much rather play games and mess around rather than be completely serious. He tends to dabble in the life of the reckless as he often forgets to follow directions and obey authority. The male is also great at talking himself into trouble. He's known to be extremely opinionated and brutally honest.

Isaac L. Aeoniran
The Princess' Handy Stable Man
Twenty + Two

Izzy had always been thirsty for knowledge, and, because of this, he is quite brilliant. His profound sense of knowledge often lands this male into troublesome confrontations. Though he is not a fighter, the male is usually able to, strategically, escape from harm's way. He is often depended upon as he is a sincere and compassionate male. His listening skills are phenomenal and he does enjoy giving advice to those who need it. Although, Izzy does have a tendency to talk your ear off and get on your bad side due to his honest demeanor. All in all, he's one hell of a guy - friendly, smart, and kind.

Note to self: Dirty blonde with deep green eyes.

Carrie Sherilyn Lovellette
The Princess' Best Friend
Ten + Eight

Whoop-da-whoop! I'm a bit of a klutz and I'm the world's biggest tease. I flaunt my stuff like I'm the best (which I am). But don't let me ego burn you because if you went beneath the make-up and into my soul, you'd see I'm really just an innocent angel who's got the devil in a chock-hold. I'm unique and original and very competitive. I like to be a perfectionist, but sometimes my mind gets in my way. I'm one of those girls that has the words Drama Queen stamped on my ass. Take me for who I am or... wait, no, you have to take me or I'll kill off all 'dem other whores.

Ayra’s eyes were fixed upon the vanity mirror as one of her ladies in waiting brushed through her red tresses and styled it upon her head in some pretentious southern fashion. The look was foreign to her, so instead of looking at herself, her eyes were tracing the designs so beautifully crafted into the frame of the mirror. Argent and or – so different from each other, yet so beautifully wound together in the wooden frame. Sighing, she hoped that she could bring the North and South to do the same – but the differences between the two were more than just color. Culture, religion... even hairstyles were so vastly different! Yet she was supposed to unite them... but putting the two together would be like personifying an oxymoron! The North held onto tradition, and the South seemed to fling it to the side... The North, where honour ruled was foreign to the money-is-power mentality of the South! There was just no way tha-

“Pardon me, Your Grace... But do you not find this style to your liking?” The girl asked, nervously. Ayra’s eyes went to her through the mirror, confused for a moment until she realized her eyebrows were furrowed distastefully. Relaxing her look, she offered up a warm smile to the girl.
“No, it looks wonderful – ladies will be seeking me out at court to find out who put it together so nicely.” The girl smiled at the compliment, before continuing on with the braiding and pinning and dabbing of scented oils in her hair. It was a shock that anything got done in the South with so much time being spent on hair alone! Moving her eyes to the girl now, Ayra watched her work; being taken back to the North in her thoughts.
“Your name, may I ask your name?” She said suddenly – as thoughts of her own maidservant in the North came to her. She knew everyone by name in her household. Even the stable boy – especially the stable boy.
“My name, Your Grace?” The girl asked, as if it were an unusual question.
“Yes, so I may address you with it – and, in these private chambers m’lady will do.” She said, not unkindly.
“It’s Emila – Emila Harper Your G- M’lady.”
“Well, Emila... Thank you. Can you go fetch Lady Lovellette for me? But, do be careful. She’s like to have some awful creature in her bed.” Emila smiled sheepishly at her, before curtsying and making her leave.

Ayra, standing from the vanity took a moment to look at herself. Her auburn hair, which usually hung around her like a curtain was now up in an elaborate style that matched the intricacy of the gown she was wearing. It was so unlike the simple gowns in the North, designed for warmth and efficiency. No doubt Carrie was enjoying these southern luxuries, but they made her heartsick for home. Moving to the windows, she peeked down – from here she could clearly see the stables. She grinned, as she spotted Isaac, a member of her own household that came from the North with her – she insisted because she would trust no one else with her horses, but in truth she would just miss his friendship. Though, she had to do without many of her Northern friends, as only a handful of guards and her stable boy came with her. Carrie too of course, but the two were hardly apart for very long, and since Carrie’s father was a lord under her father – The King- he could hardly disallow Carrie from coming along. Though – Ayra doubted her best friend would let her go out and have some southern fun without her!

She watched Issac until another servant girl stepped up to him, whispering something in his ear. Ayra's smile disappeared. What she wouldn`t give to be some bastard born welp! Free to do as she pleased, and whom. Perhaps if she were more like Carrie she could do as she pleased... but her maidenhead was the price for an alliance between two nations which may otherwise go to war against one another. If that was the price for peace... so be it... She would simply have to live precariously through her best friend. Turning from the window, her smile came back – this time with a mischievous edge to it.

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Marsay paced in her common room – after already have summoned Nathniel Sandvoss, a young soldier in her sons guard.
The plan, if it worked out, would be one of her more brilliant ideas. She would keep the alliance intact with the North, ensuring their help if the Riverlands rebelled – all the while making sure she stayed in power over the King. Young boys were so impressionable – and though he was an obedient young child, she couldn’t take any chances – this Northern barbarian had already insisted on attending council meetings and to always be present at court when the King addressed his people. She had yet to do anything, or say anything – but Marsay could see in her eyes the disapproving looks and the small shakes of her head.


This girl was an obvious problem – a problem that needed to be dealt with. She had mulled over it, for the two weeks the girl had already been here, during the wedding ceremony even – and the weeks it took for her to even arrive. Though, the plan only hit her the morning after the wedding. When the bride was supposed to emerge from her chambers, no longer a blushing maid – but a women flowered and deflowered... But, instead the Northern girl awoke as always, in her own room – alone.

That was the brilliance of the plan! This poor virgin bride was in her peak years; her body would be telling her to do it! And it would get the Northern brat out of her hair, for good. Now, she just needed to ensure she had the right man for the job – though the knight could be a bit aloof at time... he was a big hit with the ladies – and he shouldn’t have any qualms about helping her out...especially with the reward she was going to offer.

She head a knock at the door and spun around, with a quick 'Enter' the person opened the door and walked in the room. The disappointment was obvious on her face, as it was not the Knight, but the girl she assigned to be the Northern girls maidservant.
"Well, what do you want?" She snapped, turned back around to continue her pacing.
"Your Grace... I- I just wanted to say that nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Lady Eci seems very... normal, if not just a bit northernly."
"You stupid girl! I said come to me if anything unordinary happens! I do not care to hear that Miss Eci is normal. Be gone!" The girl curtsied, and rushed out.

Was there anyone with a brain at this court?!

Isaac was having a grand old time. Never before had he been to the south. Granted, it's not like he wouldn't have traveled here. However, being the handy stable man for the finest princess in the world, the princess of the north, Isaac didn't have much of a choice as to stay in the northern countries. Despite being a prisoner (well, prisoner-like), he didn't really mind, as the northern lifestyle was more wild and free than the uptight southern ways.

Pacing back and forth, the male began to wonder if he could make a trench with all his pacing. It would be a fun experiment to try out. Too bad he feared getting thrown from the nation for being a "destroyer of all that is symmetrical and perfect." Thinking such dreary thoughts brought a small scowl on his face, but that was quickly whisked away when a beautifully plain woman approached him.

Smile on his face, he leaned into the lass as she whispered into his ear.

Apparently, according to her, there was a party happening that evening and he was invited. Go figure. Ladies always loved a man covered in horse crap. Oh, wait. No, they loved the handy men that were just as strong as a knight but without the armor and the stiff personality.

Isaac was tempted to accept the offer, but he knew his primary focus in this foreign world was to keep the princess' fine stallions safe and happy. Declining the invitation, he turned his head up toward the room where his beloved lady was staying. Had he been moments faster, he might have caught a glimpse of the fair lady. But, alas, he missed his opportunity to see her up-do and elegant clothing.

Having nothing to do, Isaac walked to where the princess' prized horse stood. Pulling a brush from his pouch, the twenty-two year old made the most of his time and went to work. There was no point delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later, he would have to wash and brush the horses. Why not get a head start now?

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When the rapping sounds of someone knocking at her door echoed into her room, Carrie frowned. The night's fun was officially over. She was going to get thrown from the place… in the nude.

Looking at the handsome raven at her side, Carrie offered up another kiss before rolling from the bed. Half-skipping, half-dancing, she moved toward her pile of clothes. But, before she could even don herself in undergarments, the servants walked in.

"I assume you've brought my dress?" she asked in a rather nonchalant tone.

One of the ladies nodded yes while the other gawked at the dreamy man propped up in the bed. Giving him a little wave, she blushed before the older woman beside her stomped on her foot. "Oh, yes," she squeaked out.

"Ah, good." Flicking her eyes to her entertainment for the evening, she tossed his clothing toward the bed. "I'm afraid you'll have to leave now. Thanks for the good time, handsome."

Being a decent man, he pulled his clothes on while still covered by the silky sheets. Pants in place, he peeled from the bed and reached for his shirt that was laying across the nearby lamp.

"Miss. Ladies," he said bowing before leaving.

Hands going to her hips, Carrie glared at the women that ruined her morning. "Better be the pretties dress as I'll have to find a new partner for tonight since you scared Sir Jackson away."

With the conversation running dry, Carrie spent the remained of the time silent. For the most part, the ladies were quiet, too, that was until the older one commented that Carrie was needed by the Her Grace.

"Oh goody! Ay-ay needs my help! Tch, told you ladies that my opinion matter most!"

Flying out the door, the woman huffed and puffed her way toward her closest friend and unbiological sister (Carrie, at times, refers to her friend as sis or sissy). When she was finally at the door that contained her lady, Carrie brushed her bangs from her eyes and held her breath. She wanted the moment to really sink in and be wondrous.

Doors opening, Carrie stepped into the door frame but froze there when her eyes landed on the sparkling princess. Jaw ajar and eyes lighting up like the moon, Carrie's smile continued to widen with awe and excitement. Butterflies now danced about her tummy and her heart raced faster than usual.

"Ay-ay. You look… breathtaking. This look… it just… it makes you look so… princess-like." A wink followed immediately after her comment because she knew that, at times, Ayra wished that she was anything but a princess.

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Practically getting toppled by the young girl, Nathaniel's powdery blue eyes rolled about, all of which was in plain view of the queen. As the doors tried to swing close, Nathaniel pulled a hand from his pocket, propping it open just wide enough for his slender frame to slip through.

"Your Highness, you summoned me?" A somewhat devious look shifted onto his face. Nathaniel knew all too well that the queen was going to do something downright devious as it was just plastered on her face. Besides, she had called him forth. He, although one of the prince's soldiers, was completely loyal to the queen.

Head to toe, Nathaniel was a fine looking specimen. His blue eyes shined brighter than the blue sky and the sparkled like the tinkle that lingers in the eyes of lovers. His slender, pale lips were always so kiss-worthy and his clean-shaven face always beard a look of mystery, which drew the ladies in. Soft and silky dark brown hair topped off his physical look. When donned with his guardian core attire, Nathaniel looked almost like he should have been a model or, perhaps, a sex slave. But, alas, his soldier uniform was what kept him from falling to the entertainment realm and class.

Stopping before the queen, Nathaniel placed his hand on the hilt of his sword while the other hand flicked his cloak from his body. "What shall my bidding be today, my Lady." Again, that smirk of his was worn plainly on his face, making him look charmingly handsome.

The fleeing form of the girl was replaced with a more appealing one as Nathaniel finally stepped forward into the room. With a sigh of relief the Queen nodded to him in acknowledgement before taking a seat on one of her finely crafted couches. With a sigh, she relaxed into the couch; any stress that had built up during her pacing had now vanished at the site of this handsome young man. Had she any doubt at all? If so, it was misplaced, her mind trying to talk her out of this brilliant plan. Of course it would work – she had thought of it, hadn’t she? With Nathan’s strikingly beautiful face and knightly physique he could charm and woo the most abstinent of women... and what his looks couldn’t achieve, his honeyed tongue would.

“Come, sit my loyal friend. As this will not be a day’s task.” She began her voice welcoming, but for those with a trained ear, each word she said gave away her noble birth, her pride... Her sultry undertones made obvious that she demanded attention, and was most like to get it from any man she so desired. Yes, she knew the game. “And, though I have complete confidence in your...” She paused for a moment, her tongue clicking in her mouth as she eyed him. “Talents. I fear it may not be easy.”

“I want you to bed that Northern princess.” She refused to call her Queen. She was the Queen! “Bed her, than oust her as a harlot. In any manner you wish – I simply want her name blackened darker than soot – her reputation to be worth less than a common whore’s!” She paused, catching her rising voice before any nosy ears could hear her. Almost pleasantly, as if talking about the weather she continued. “This of course, as you know will be treason against the King... But you will be free of any punishment, so long as you make a public display of begging penance from the King or atonement from the priests... Say the Ice-Princess seduced you... Say anything! I will have no public outcry for her mercy; she must be seen to be as cold as the place she comes from.”

The dark look on her face vanished once she was finished talking, now she was simply judging the others reaction. There should be no qualms on his part – the antisocial person he was... He would have no problem destroying this girl – and that was exactly what Marsay wanted.

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Ayra heard her friend’s footsteps in the hallway, and gleefully turned towards the door. She knew Carrie would be preparing herself for the spectacle that was her. And she was a spectacle, done up like this. Though, once her friend came through the door she couldn’t help but play along and twirl around in the dress to show it off. “I know – it’s rather dreadful, isn’t it?” She said, before breaking into a fit of giggles as she grabbed her friends hand and pulled her towards the small couch that sat in front of the fireplace. “I really suppose it isn’t that bad. Though, you can take my place next time – you would look far better than me all dressed up, not that you need it.” She exclaimed, meaning it wholeheartedly. Her best friend was always a head-turner - she could turn men to putty with a sideways glance in their general direction. “And I’m sure I’d be happy to take your place... What sort of handsome creature crawled out of your bed this morning?” She bit her bottom lip sheepishly, imagining what it would be like to wake up next to someone other than a serving girl. Looking down at her dress, Ayra smoothing it out across her lap. Something she normally wouldn’t pay much mind too... But when dressed the part, the mannerisms just fell into place.

Looking back up, seeing her friend just filled her heart with joy. This – this was why Carrie was her best friend. She could talk freely, not worry about ‘lady this’ and ‘pardon me that’. She could probably swear openly too. Bugger those bloody manners all to hell goddammit! She smiled inwardly at the thought. She had been so busy since she arrived that she barley had time for the other. She really was her best friend. Though, it ran much deeper than that, they were like sisters - she would trust the other with her life. ...Or in this case – with her secret plan.

“So – as you know... I’ve been cooped up in this castle since we got here. Cousin meetings, the rushed wedding, and the inauguration... It all feels too soon, I don’t yet know the people and the people don’t know me – and it seems I’m not to be given the chance to get to know the city. For my safety, I’m told I must remain in the castle. That’s why I called for you.” The devious sparkle in her eye lit up as she leaned in closer. “I need you to help me sneak out of the castle.”

With the help of her friend, and of Issac of course, she should be able to do it. How was she expected to rule over a country when she didn't even know its people? Besides, the foreign atmosphere would seem much less foreign if she could just get used to it all! Get a moment away from castle life to let it all sink in. Besides, what fun adventures awaited her and her friends beyond the castle gates! The city, so full of life was sure to give them good pillow-stories to talk about late at night, once they were back within the castle walls.

If she wasn't the queen, Nathaniel would have piped up and demanded an explanation for the fine phrasing around the word "talents." Which of his many talents was she most displeased with? Had word gotten out that he had missed his mark the other day? If that were the fear, then he could easy vouch for his poor judgment. It was really quite simple. He was a wee bit hungover from the night prior's drinking games. He, of course, usually had a lead belly, but when over consuming his usual level, he was just a shot shy of wasted. To his own disbelief, one of the men had spiked his liquor for this soldier had high hopes that he would be able to lure Nathaniel home so that he could court the handsome man. Thankfully, one of his good friends came to his rescue, saving him from the more than likely raping.

Although his mind was straying a bit, he knew all too well what his new mission would be. And, as the queen hinted, it would be a longer mission than the usual ones. Not that Nathaniel had any issues with that. In fact, if it were to work out in the queen's favor, it should take long. Just not too long for the longer it took, the lesser the odds of it working in the queen's favor. The last thing he needed to do was spend a year wooing a lady to have her crowned queen the next day. Not only would the queen be royally pissed, but he would probably be one of the many headless folk of the kingdom.

"Me? Seduced? My queen, whoever in their right mind would believe that blasphemy. We all know I am not the seducing type. However, I can assure you that I will make certain that I am pardoned for my unwilling involvement with the… whore." Turning to check that they were truly alone, Nathaniel drew himself closer to the queen. Bending in toward her ear, he whispered, "I've heard rumors that her good friend gets around, a lot. I might be able to learn a thing or two from her, especially if I can get her in bed. Though, I suppose I ought to don a mask for I would hate for the thief, the northerner princess, to not take a liking to me. I know some women simply refuse to sleep with the man their best friend was previously screwing."

Lips curling up to reveal a surprisingly charming grin (unlike most men, Nathan still had all his teeth and they were practically straight and perfect), he popped a squat beside the queen and kicked his feet up on a nearby table. Mud that had been caught between the treads of the boot flicked off and decorated the table, but he didn't seem to give a damn about his rude and improper mannerisms.

"So you want something interesting, ey? Did you know the princess brought her stable boy to the south with her? According to my sources, the stable boy seems to have a thing for the princess. Should I not be able to woo her, which I doubt I can't do, I shall lure her into bed with her beloved shit scooper wild man." There was a look that flashed through his baby blues that hinted at something rather devious and worthwhile. "Your replacement, or would-be replacement, is also quite the looker. When sure arrived in town, I couldn't help but notice how flustered she got when the king's men placed kisses on her filthy little hands." The latter three words were said with such disgust and repulsion that the soldier actually rose to his feet to slam his fists on the table. "She disgusts me! She's to be loyal to the king! Not looking for side distractions."

"Marsay, my queen, I will bring her to her knees and send her to the deeps of hell. She shan't have your throne on my watch."

With those final words in, Nathaniel flicked his cloak back and immediately stormed out the door and down the richly decorated hallway. He was going to gather some more information on this woman, but, before he could do so, he needed to pay his respects to the young king. After all, today was supposed to be his day to look over the lad....

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Boy did Ayra know her. Not only did she peg her for wanting to trade places, but she also knew that Carrie had man in her bed. A handsome one at that. If only Carrie were interested in settling down and having a man. But, to Carrie, marriage was preposterous! Why have one man to be faithful to when you could have a whole slew of them, screwing who you wanted, when you wanted. Granted, her father would eventually force her to marry. Hell, she would probably beg Jackson to take her for he was really quite the rare treat. Not only was he rich, but he was also smart and handsome. Smart and handsome rarely went hand in hand. Thinking on it, Carrie only knew of one man that really matched that description and she had already tried to ride him. Isaac. Despite her best attempts, the man just wouldn't succumb to her seduction.

Drowning out a fair portion of what Ayra said, Carrie burst out in a fit of giggles. "I'm flattered, love. Flattered. But, please. You know me better than that! I've already hatched up an escape plan. Now all we need to do is make sure Isaac is nowhere near our destined exit for you know he will protest. Seriously, why do you keep him around? He's such a party popper!"

She was eighteen years old, yes. She had sex like she was in her middle twenties, but she acted as if she were only as old as the southern king. "Teehee," she said tugging the girl and rushing her toward a door. "I already scared the servants and such! If they speak a word, I shall have them beheaded. Well, rather… you would have them beheaded." A wink followed.

Again with the tugging, Carrie pulled the princess from her chambers and down a lovely hallway that's walls were donned with jewels, silks, and white marble. The scent of freshly picked lilacs lingered in the air and the harmonious songs of twitterpated birds rung about the decorated halls. It was really quite a sight to take in; too bad the ladies were in a rush to escape the clutches of an entrapment known as marriage and monarchy.

Racing faster and faster, Carrie could hardly contain herself. The excitement of escaping the palace was almost too much to bear. Who better to live in the moment with than her beloved friend, Ayra. Smile on her face and her friend's hand in her own, Carrie's eyes twinkled as they approached the final door. This door was out the back, making it dull, worn, and not so glamorous. But it was a door, nonetheless, and a door to the outside world.

One of the kitchen boys laughed when he saw Carrie and Ayra fly past him in a blur of colors. Raising a finger to his lips, he nodded that he, too, would keep their secret. There were a few other chefs in the area, but they knew better than to get involved with such affairs. Besides, they wanted to see what their new queen was capable of. Would she be a queen for the people, of the people, by the people? Or would she be a queen that was only out for herself and her royal family?

Door opening, Carrie let out a shrill as she released Ayra's now sweaty palms. "We did i-oof!" Nose ramming into a hard chest, Carrie's body went flying backwards like a projectile ricocheting off a hard wall. Landing on her rump, the blonde's frazzled face shot up to the object she toppled into. As her eyes sized up the towering object - person - she felt a scowl come over her face.

"Move aside, Isaac! You're not taking my Ay-ay back! She needs air! She needs to feel the dirt between her toes! She needs to be free while she can!"

Bounding forward, Carrie plowed back into Isaac to meet the same fate - butt to the earth.

"Ugh! Why are you built like a brick wall!" she hissed.

A grin parted his lips and a laugh emerged. "Oh Carrie. Oh, dear Carrie. Why ever would I object to Miss Ayra's freedom? You, of all people, know how much I approve of my majesty's freedom." Reaching a hand down, Isaac pulled Carrie back from the earth below. "So, my fair lady, where shall we walk to today?" Offering up his arm, Isaac's handsome grin seemed to grow twice its size and those gorgeous eyes of his glistened more than they usually did. In his glory, Isaac was finally able to parade around town with Ayra on his arm, assuming she chose to accept his jester. Carrie, on the other hand, would probably walk behind them (or in front) and pick up suiters along the way.

An anxious handmaid was currently running through the halls of the castle, searching frantically for something. A look of fear in her eye as if what she were searching for would cost her life if not found. A call, verging on hysterical insanity left her lips. “Your Grace?” She repeated it, sticking her head into a room, a shake of a dustmans head sent her back into the hallway - hiking up her skirts, plain and grey as she was only a maid of the castle – no one of much importance. She continued, running down the next corridor. If she could not find him, it would be her head! How hard was it to find a young boy in a castle? What trouble could he possibly get int-Ouf “Pardon me, sir... Oh! Ser Sandvoss! You ‘aven’t happen’d to ‘ave seen the King, ‘ave you?” She asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, as she wrung her hands nervously.

Moving a stray piece of hair that had come undone from its bun, her eyes continued to look around, as if the boy may be right behind the knights startling figure. It truly was not her fault. She was simply to get the boy bathed and dressed – but once she went to go check the bath water, the King and the clothes she left out for him were gone. Was she truly expected to be in two places at once – where had his bloody guards been! Her eyes widened. His guards! Well, one of them was standing right here in front of her... she wouldn’t have to take the blame if the boy was truly missing! “It seems that he managed to sneak past ya and out of ‘is chambers this mornin’.” She replied saucily, her nervous tone gone – to be replaced with an arrogance that only one of such a low position could manage so well.

She was about to chastise the knight – as so often it was her receiving the harsh words for some slip up or another in her chores... It felt nice to be on the other side. But, she was cutoff as cheers from the courtyard sounded out, mingled with calls of “Good one Your Grace!” and “Hit him again My Liege!” She flew to the window, the knight behind her forgotten as real relief flooded her...Until she saw the sword in his hand!
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“Oh! I think you have me bested, Your Grace” A solider said, dropping his sword as a wooden one pressed into his chest plate. His actual opponent chuckled from across the courtyard as the knight feigned a loss from the boy King.
“Perhaps your Grace would like a real challenge?” The other asked, raising his sword in a mock ready-stance. Both of the knights had been going at it, sparring in the courtyard. Both were covered in dirt and a thin layer of sweat. They had paid no mind to the small figure watching them from the outskirts of the court, sliding in between the other knights awaiting their own turn. They paid him no mind, that is, until he jumped in with a resounding ‘Ayyah!’ his wooden sword drawn and ready for battle. They did not mind though, it brought them a comedic break from their training – and the entire palace was fond of the twelve year old boy.

“Alright than! Fetch me a real sword.” The King said, accepting the challenge. The crowd hesitated, but the boy stood up tall and ready, waiting for someone to do as he bid. And soon someone did comply, handing him a small sword crafted for swift blows and precise slices. The crowd cheered him on. Harold – Harry, held the sword in his hand, his brown eyes opening in awe at the blade. It was well crafted indeed, and the weight felt good in his hands. Let them try to make him sit at court today! He would stab them all! This was where he wanted to be, even though his mother disapproved. Even if he was just playing at being a knight, and his opponents faking their losses. It was more fun than playing at being a King – where he just signed papers all day! He turned towards the crowd, thrusting the sword into the air. The crowd bought into it, cheering louder now.

Moving his boyish brown hair out of his face he turned back to face his opponent. A grin on his face, but it fell once he saw his deranged maid standing behind the knight, hands on her hips. He grinned, sheepishly before bowing. “It seems Ser Robert, that you have been spared this time. Until next time.” He quickly ran to the side, putting the sword in a holster before returning to his maid’s side. When he saw that Nathan had appeared too, he grinned. “You won’t tell mother, will you?”

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Ayra joined her friend, laughing now. Of course she had already figured out an escape plan! With her aloof air, and her smiling face Carrie managed to pull Ayra out of the serious bubble she was in. She needn’t worry about sneaking out; she just needed to worry about what to do once she got there! Gripping her friends hands, she let herself be pulled through the corridors – barley noticing the discreet changes from luxury to lax as they entered the servant quarters. Kitchen boys and scullery maids alike smirked and winked – or looked the other way entirely... as if to say ‘We won’t tell’. What wonderful, glorious people! The kinds of people who served these southern lords and ladies without having them know their names!

As Carrie pulled her to her freedom – she could feel the fresh breeze of air, smell the horse dung mixing with scents of flowers from the garden. It was a welcome smell – it smelled of freedom. As Carrie landed on her backside, Ayra laughed good naturedly, before peeking over her should and spotting the young maid from her bedroom this morning – Emila. Quickly walking over, the Cheshire grin still on her face she noticed the two cloaks in Emila’s hand. “For your travels M’Lady.” Ayra winked, mouthing a ‘Thank You’ before returning to her friends. If she looked back, she would have seen a nervous look cross Emila’s face.

Fair lady... If she considered it – she would always think people were referring to her nature – that she was fair and just. Good traits to have as a ruler... But today she would allow herself to be vain, taking the compliment for what it was worth. “I think the market... Greyjoy could use some fresh apples I think!” She said affectionately, as she fashioned the cloak around her. It was plain, dusty, and smelled of the stables... But it hid the intricate dress underneath it that would, in the city, scream out who she was. Handing the other to Carrie, while keeping her eyes on Issac, she grinned. Lacing her arm with his. This was the best feeling in the world... Freedom. Sure, she had many people offer her tours around the city when she arrived – but it would not be the same. They were lords and ladies who wanted her favor, who kissed her hand and called her ‘Your Grace’ or ‘Princess’. And, no doubt their tours would be of the wharf, or the church... Not the heart of the city, where the people where.

“I’m sure there will be all sorts of thing there for us to see... I’ve heard the servants talking about it. They have stands for food of course – but others as well... Maybe we could have our fortune read! The south is known for their love of the supernatural! I think we should try and avoid the brothels though.” She said, peeking behind her shoulder and winking at Carrie.

For the rest of the walk into the ztown – Ayra couldn’t tell you what happened for she was too busy looking around in wonder. Whenever something caught her eye, she would grip Issac’s arm and point excitedly, or turn around and say to Carrie that she ‘has to have a look at this!’ It put her back to a time when she was just discovering what lay beyond the castle walls back North...When every little thing fascinated her childish mind – and every new corner promised a new adventure.

As their rushed, excited pace turned to a more slow-and-steady stroll, Ayra’s stomach gave her away with gurgle of complaint. She had skipped breakfast to come after all. And having lost track of time, it could very well be past dinner! Though the sun was still fairly high in the sky, so she suspected it to be closer to lunch. Her hands going to her stomach, and an embarrassed blush crossing her features she paused. “Well, now is as good a time as any to stop and eat - before I eat Greyjoy's apples!” She said, “And once you get past the initial stink of the city... all the goods in the market do smell quite delicious.” She chuckled.

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Marsay had a deviously evil smirk on her face. She could count on Nathan to be just as cunning as she needed. Though, being the smart woman that she was, she knew that this also came with his impudence. The close proximity, and the flinging of his dirty boots on her table. Both things that she would let slip.... After all, men were only men, they simply can’t help themselves. But these petty trivial things did not matter... What mattered was this delicious gossip.

She knew that the Northern girl had brought a small retinue along, as well as another Northern lady for companion ship...But this stable boy, perhaps if all else failed he could be bought. Men always came around when gold was involved.

Watching him leave, she allowed herself a small chuckle. Things would work out the way she wanted, they always did... Which was why her boorish husband was now in the ground. Ringing a bell for a maid to come in and clean the mess Nathan left behind, the Queen herself went to go sit in front of her vanity. He had called the Northern bitch a looker? Well – she would just have to make sure that no one would be looking in her direction. Clapping her hands together, two girls rushed in. “Hair.” She said simply, before her eyes moved to the other. “And you tighten my dress. I want to look so perky that the blubbering fools at court won’t know what else to look at.”

This woman was asking to be slapped. Why would he ever abandon is post without having someone else step in and watch the young king. That's right, he wouldn't.

Brows lowering so that a large crease folded the skin above his eyes, Nathan was just about to clutch the woman and toss her aside when he was so rudely interrupted by the sound of people playing with fake swords. Irritated hardly hit the nail on the head. He was, at this point, pissed the hell off. Steam was about ready to explode from his head. How dare this woman, this lowly woman, charge him with abandoning his lord when she failed at her duty, which was to wash and dress the king.

Snorting, Nathaniel collected himself for he didn't want the young king to pick up on his now foul mood. Brushing back his hair with his hand, the blue eyed beau blinked at the soldier that retreated past him. Playtime was over, for now.

"Why would I ever tell your mother? I report to you, remember? I am to do whatever you ask, my lord." Sweeping into a bow, a smirk crept onto his face. So what if he kissed ass? He was damn good at it and everyone knew it. Besides, it wasn't his fault that pint-sized king liked him more than everyone else. Seriously, why else would he take up sparing and horseback riding? Simply put, he wanted to be like Nathaniel in every way, shape, and form.

Scooping the king up, Nathaniel twirled the lad about some before plopping him on the ground. "My apologizes, sir. I was just so overjoyed to see you were safe. This peasant was trying to blame me for your absence, but we all know that she is the one to blame. Right? After all, wasn't it I that told you to join John, Robert, and Donny in the courtyard for some face-to-face combat?" Sliding his eyes to the woman, he curled his lip up and wriggled his nose at her. It was one of Nathan's "MEH! Showed you!" faces. He just loved to rub people the wrong way.

Tapping the king under the chin, he inspected the brunette for a few seconds. "Well, I see no scratches. Lady Marsay will never suspect." Grinning, he saluted the boy, congratulating him without actually saying it. "Oh, and on the topic of your mother, she wants me to run a few errands. Would you like to accompany me? I was hoping to head to the…" his eyes stretched over to another soldier that was approaching.

"The marketplace, sir."

"Ah, yes. The marketplace. Figured we could get some grub and prepare for the festivities."

It was a blatant lie, but the king would never know for he was too naive and too young to comprehend the dark twinkle in his eyes. Nathaniel was heading into town for one of his men stationed at the princess' place had caught wind of her escape (if you could call it that). Like a wolf, he would stalk his pray and get a feel for it and, in due time, would eventually pounce. Only, not today. No, no. Not if the king were to join him. But, in his defense, he needed to size this woman up. See what she was into. If she were into the dirty-faced feces rackers, he would have to get down and dirty. If her heart swooned at the sight of a bare-chested man, he would be forced to walk around with an open shirt for a while. Should Ayra have a thing for badboys, well, Nathaniel was in luck.

Turning to look at the female, his slender lips parted to relay a message. "Let her highness know that we'll be back before dark." Ah, yes. He was going to force the king to join him as the boy was an excellent judge of character. From across the road, the king could spy on Ayra and deliver advice to the knight. If Nathan was lucky, his lord would even be so kind as to let him wander alone for a moment, but that would require a pitstop at the palm reader. Only time would tell if they needed to go to that extreme.

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Isaac's ears only took in half of what the princess said for he was in his glory. Turning a wary eye toward her, he immediately relinquished his hold on her as a pout came onto his face. "I washed twice today, my lady. Apparently the scent of horse is forever my curse," At this point, he was quite heartbroken. He had believed the day was turning out all too perfect and then reality hit him like a ton of bricks. He, Isaac, was ruining the trip with his foul-smelling clothes and skin.

Slinking away, the dirty-haired male rested his elbows against a wall that overlooked the bluest water he had ever set his eyes on. Staring into the reflective pool, Isaac wondered why he was stuck being a lowly stable boy. He could never be anything more than what he was, unless he joined the army. But, even then, he would be given the task of horse tamer, or something of that nature.

Picking up on the male's change of heart, Carrie shook her head and let out a light sigh. "Poor guy," she whispered at Ayra, "to forever be stuck a peasant. Oh how he must despise us." Hands moving to her lips, she tapped her gloved hand on her rosy-red lips. "I think the chap needs a hug!" Hoisting up her dress, she rushed to the male's side and practically toppled him over the railing.

"Carrie! Are you trying to tell me something? Do I really smell that bad?" A look of defeat flashed in his deep green eyes.

Fighting back a giggle, Carrie slapped Isaac across the face before shoving him a few more times. "Oh stop it! You don't smell. Ay-ay was talking about the city, not you ya boob!" Quite the odd choice of words, but they were enough to make Isaac drop his head in shame. "If you truly smelled that bad, we'd have pumped perfume all over your body! Recall, we passed a fragrance shop just a few stands back. We can always back track and make you smell like a woman…." Devious grin on her face, Carrie leaned into Ayra and whispered, "I think he's too handsome to be a woman, don't you agree?"

Meanwhile, with the girls gossiping about whatever it was that they were now on the topic of, Isaac went across the bridge and down to one of the lower streets. Waving his hands frantically, he pointed, with a grin on his face, at a wagon cafe. "Food! Food! Food! Please, please, please!"

Batting her lashes, Carrie placed a hand on her hip before turning to Ayra. "Looks like tall, blonde, and handsome has found us a spot of food. Shall we join him, seeing as we have the gold?"

Ayra was completely confused, her hunger momentarily forgotten as she turned to stare at Isaac, her right eyebrow raised in question. Why would she care if he had washed? He could spend a week in a stable and she was sure she would still enjoy his scent... the stables always were appealing to her; they had a smell that she had grown fond of. Had coming to the South maid Isaac forget that she spent a good deal of her time with her horses!? That silly boy! Besides...She doubted she’d be able to even notice his scent at the moment, in slew of all the other smells around – especially the one emanating from the dusty old cloak she was wearing! It smelled mustier than Isaac would after a week without washing. Turning to her friend, as if looking for answers, her dainty eyebrows shot up in alarm.

He couldn’t detest them, surely... As far as she knew he never went without back North, unless he had a fancy for fine clothes and council meetings. Who was she to say really, she had been born into nobility – her life was set before her, her next meal never a question. With real distress, she too eyed the lake – he would tell her if he was unhappy, would he not? Ayra blocked out her friends rambling until she went and jump upon Isaac – startling her as well as him. A smile cracked her lips at his outburst, before she rolled her eyes at their antics. Perhaps she would go buy him some perfume, just to show them how silly they were being!

“Oh you two...” She mumbled, her grin turning into a sheepish smile at Carries suggestion. Of course she thought he was handsome, beautiful even in his stable-boy simplicity... But Carrie was the bold one of the two, not her so she dare not voice it. But the image of Isaac in a dress sent her into a fit of giggles. His broad shoulders and muscular build would be more suited to chainmail and armor – like the knight he played at being when they were younger, when he’d save them from the ‘dragons’.

Head turning towards Isaac and his flailing arms she looked at Carrie, feeling much braver about voicing her opinions now that Isaac was out of hearing range. “I don’t know, I think I’d much prefer to watch him pay for it with his body.” She said smartly, giggling at her own gumption. Winking at her friend she grabbed her skirts, and with a squeal of glee she was running after the other, ready to dig into whatever meal the road-side stand had to offer. In her haste, she didn’t notice the young boy before knocking into him. Slowing, but not stopping she quickly chirped a ‘Sorry! Pardon me!’

With a laugh, and some odd looks from villages as to why these three people seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, he grabbed onto Isaac and Carrie’s hands and marched up with them to the vendor. “Good day sir! We’ll have three plates of your finest cuts! And, perhaps a pinch of mint for my friend here to help with his breath once he’s finished.” She said, winking at Isaac and nudging him with her hip so he would know she were only kidding around. The food smelled delicious, for coming from such a place – and it tasted just as good as it smelled! With her rump parked between her friends, she chewed thoughtfully – before tilting her head first on Carries shoulder, than Isaac’s affectionately. “You guys really are the best! Today has been so much fun; I almost forgot what it was like to really laugh!” She could have continued, but shouts coming from the other side of the bridge silenced her and drew her attention, and the attention of many others it seemed.

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Harry turned around in shock as one of the guards who had been escorting him struck down a peasant man. He was fearful for a second, until the man had his hands tied behind his back. His mother had taught him to be wary of peasants – because more often than not they mean you harm. he recalled, taking a step away from the dirty man. Eying him suspiciously, he noted his soiled trousers, and matted hair – and felt bad for the other, until his knight handed him back his golden pocket watch. That had belonged to his father! And this man had tried to steal it? The twelve year olds eyes darkened – he disliked people messing with his father’s things... especially if they were trying to steal them.

He told the man to explain himself, but was much more focused on the fact that now his fun was ruined. Nathan and a few of the soldiers had taken him into town – a rare treat indeed. And it didn’t take long for the observant young boy to notice a familiar red haired girl. “Hey! Isn’t that my lady wife?” He had asked. He noticed she was dressed as a peasant. What fun! Nathan had told him it was a game, and that he had to go spy on her without her catching him. If he were caught than that would mean he lost – and that wouldn’t be much fun at all!

He had been about to return to Nathan, to tell him what he had overheard – because that was a part of the game – to be honest, the chatter didn’t make much sense to him. How the stable boy was smelly and handsome, and liked to dress like a woman. What kind of man would want to dress like a woman? The idea was absurd! But, perhaps it would make a good show for the fools at court!

“Your Grace?”

“Yes?” The boy asked, being pulled from his wandering thoughts.

“We would like to know how you’d like to deal with this... creature.” One of the soldiers said, spitting at the last word. Nathan turned his baby brown eyes to the man again, knowing that he should be punished – for no one was allowed to steal from the King, but he really didn’t want to chop the man’s hands off. The thought made him squirm.

“I- I don’t know.” He admitted at last, looking up to Nathan. “The dungeons I suppose.” He finally said. The guard nodded, hitting the man. He fell over, and the guard continued to pull and drag him away. People were losing interest now, as he man continued to plea and beg. He should be glad it was only the dungeons! He would keep the man there until he decided what to do with him.

Moving to stand beside Nathan, he spotted the familiar red hair in the crowd again – as she eyed them angrily while others in the crowd were now fully uninterested and were going about their daily business. Pulling on Nathan’s cloak, to get him to bend over so he could whisper in his ear, he said “I think we were found out.” While discreetly pointing in Ayra’s direction.

"Eh!?" Isaac nearly went cross-eyed at the princess' comment. "I might run around with my shirt off, but I would never willingly go in public and flash my checks at suiters! That's more up Carrie's alley," sneering, he poked the harlot on the cheek. "It's that right, Kitten?"

"WHY I OUTTA RING YOUR NECK, POOPSHOVELER!"

They probably would have carried on with their bickering, but Ayra's comment about mint had Isaac coming after her. He would attack her in a moment but the sweet smell of food temporarily distracted him. And the head rested so endearingly on his shoulder was really a dream come true.

It was the ruckus across the way that gave Isaac his opportunity to launch his assault on Ayra. Despite being the princess, Isaac didn't even think twice about putting the woman in a chokehold while Carrie pounded on the table laughing. It was a good thing Isaac was too busy trying to tickle the princess for the words that slipped from Carrie's mouth might have turned the situation awkward. Fast.

"Now's your chance Ay-Ay! He's groping you and fingering you and holding you! Make your move! Kiss him! Make him melt!" Hands clasped before her mouth, she eagerly watched to see just what Ayra would do. Knowing her friend, she would shrink into a ball and blush like hell. Isaac, oblivious to the whole conversation, would drop to her side and attempt to cool her feverish features. Then, his kindheartedness would make Ayra squirm with desire for Carrie knew all too well that Ayra was suppressing feelings for the stable boy. Heck, who wasn't in love with Isaac? He was charming, nice, sweet, and, most importantly, strong and sexy.

Unfortunately, Isaac's roughhousing was cut short when Carrie's hands shoved there way in between the two. "Stop it. Her… pipsqueak of a... prince… is here." Carrie'e eyes flicked across the way, immediately hopped over the shorty and landed on the handsome blue-eyed beau behind him. "Damn, who is that hottie. Ay-Ay, please tell me the kid is just a hoax and you're really with that sexy beast of a man."

Prior to spotting being spotted by Ayra's party, Nathaniel had been gathering wondrous mounds of information on the princess. But, alas, all good things were to come to an end. And, being who he was - a kid, the king just had to point across the way toward Ayra. Rolling his eyes, he signed. The queen was not going to be happy, but, being who he was, Nathan wasn't about to let such a thing happen.

Scooping the king up, he propped the kid on his shoulders before crossing over to join Ayra, Carrie, and Isaac (who was looking rather pale for fooling around with the princess).

"What a lovely surprise, your grace, and her humble friends," Nathan said while taking Harold from his shoulders. Smile coming onto his face, Nathan sized up the trio. Carrie was, without a doubt, the slutty best friend. Isaac was, naturally, the handsome stable boy that just couldn't keep his hands off Ayra. And Ayra - she was rather breathtaking. Breathtaking enough that Nathan's jaw was ajar for a moment, but he drew it up rather fast upon realizing his gawking gaze.

"I do believe we have yet to be introduced," his body bowed before the brunette, "I am Nathaniel Sandvoss, his majesty's self-appointed knight and," he tugged on the king's ears, "best friend."

It was true. Nathan and Harold were best friends. It wasn't like Harold had many friends that were his own age for being the king meant he needed to attend meetings rather than classes. Brushing his brunette locks back, Nathan ruffled the king's hair once more. "Anyway, Lord Harold couldn't help but notice your pretty face from across the way and immediately asked to come see you."

Of course, that was a lie. Nathan wasn't quite sure how the king would handle that comment. Would he own up to it? Or would he throw Nathaniel under the bus. The guard half-hoped he would rat him out on spying on the princess. As odd as it sounded, it would let Ayra know that Nathan was interested in her and that he was trying to learn more about her in a... stalker-like manner. But, still! He wasn't trying to come across creepy and, with a face like his, he would never be accused of such blasphemy!

Ayra had obviously been the only one of the trio who had witnessed the exchange between the guards and the peasant, for the other two were still laughing so raucously that Ayra began to feel her anger was misplaced – really...she would worry about all that after, perhaps go talk to the man in the dungeons once they returned to the castle or- her thoughts were cut off as Isaac wrapped an arm around her neck. She let out a vey unladylike squeal as he began to tickle her with his other hand. Her face getting flushed from the laughter, her hands quickly brought themselves up to his arm, to try and free herself from his grasp – for is she laughed any longer she was sure she would pass out! Her hands skirted along his forearm, looking for a place to grab on to to free herself but in the back of her mind she couldn’t help noticing how strong it was, she could trace the outline of the muscle if she wanted to. Now, she knew he was strong, but to feel it made the difference, made it real – she would have liked to continue feeling him - if she weren’t laughing so hard. Instead her hands began pounding on his arm for mercy!

Isaac had let up for a moment, giving her a second to breath – while she knew Carrie would be laughing her face off at the helpless position she was in, she knew that with enough pleading she could probably convince the other to come to her aide – especially if it meant she got to freely beat on Isaac some more! But, before the she could get out her cry for help Carrie shut her up. Isaac wasn’t groping her... but the suggestion made her already flushed cheeks turn a darker shade of red – along with her ears. Her head tilted towards Isaac, as she contemplated the action. There were more pros than cons that she counted in her head. Firstly, she knew it would make him stop tickling her – which she had been trying to accomplish since he started [well, only half-trying, she didn’t mind he feel of his arms around her], secondly – it may be her last chance to kiss someone until the boy king grew up. And even then, it would be the last chance with someone that she maybe, perhaps, wanted to kiss. Then there was Carrie... though the gossip and gushing that would ensure could possibly make its way into the con categories... As her lips parted slightly, and she leaned in closer – her eyes only fixed upon his lips at this moment – she considered the last pro before going through with it... if, by some chance, he rejected it – she could brush it off as a joke, and leave with her dignity seemingly intact...After all, it was just a kiss right?

Realizing that Isaac had stopped tickling her, in fact, had visibly tensed and moved away from her. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. Then, panicky, her mind raced to the conclusion that perhaps he had realized what she was about to do and had moved away from her. She had begun to feel the bitter sting of rejection, until she realized that Carrie was now sitting between, them. Her eyes fallowed the girl’s eyes and realized that their game of play-the-peasant had been compromised, and they had been caught.

Swallowing back all her emotions, she felt herself slowly switching into diplomatic Ayra – after all, she knew word would get back to the palace now that she had gone out... “No, Carrie... I’m afraid not – I’m sure I would remember having him in my marriage bed.” She gulped, her cheeks still flushed red as she got out once last care-free comment before the King – he husband- arrived with who she assumed to be one of his house-hold knights. From under the table, her hands moved to Carrie’s. Though it didn’t show on her face, she was nervous. If this went in the wrong direction, it could be bad...not just for her, but for Carrie and Isaac as well. Though, since Carrie was high-born, the only real danger lay to Isaac. Swallowing back, she made her face into a diplomatic mask – smoothed out by the lines of pleasantry and small talk she was about to make to fix the situation. The only sign that she was anything less than composed was the tight squeeze she gave Carrie’s hand.

Ayra grew less worried at each word the knight – Ser Sandvoss as it would seem – spoke. Perhaps it was the melodious tone to his voice, or the way he was so playful and gentle with the king – but she was sure she did not have to worry.

“I am blessed to have a husband with such acute eyes.” She started, “To have noticed me, despite the peasant cloak I adorned.” She smiled at the young boy, who looked up to Nathan at the compliment – it was easy to see how he looked up to him so. “But, I am glad, as we are finally able to be introduced; anyone who is a friend of the Kings is a friend of mine.” She stood now, as was polite to do so. She knew her friends would forgive her for becoming her boring political self ...she just wished Isaac would stop looking so petrified.

She felt as though Ser Sandvoss was judging her, as she didn`t fail to miss his fall in expression. She knew her hair was messy, and her face flushed. Clearing her throat delicately, she continued. “I would hope, too, that the King would make the acquaintance of my friends as well. Lady Carrie Lovellette and Isaac Aeoniran.” [She had thought against drawing attention to them at first...but she was feeling more confident now, and she knew Carrie would be devastated if she didn’t introduce her to this ‘sexy beast of a man’.]

She felt in control of the situation now – that was until the boy King spoke up. “Nathan, what does my Lady Wife win, since she won the game?” Now she felt thoroughly confused, the panic began to rise up again... Then it hit her – they had been fallowing her! But...the distraction with the peasant gave them away. She doubted they were supposed to be here anymore than she was herself! “Oh, no one has one yet Your Grace... We need to get back to the palace first – and make sure that Lady Rolland doesn’t find out...Or else we’ll both lose!” Mock horror lit up her face as she bent down to his level. “Now, see, my two friends are not as sneaky as I am....And I’m afraid they may need some help. Would you mind helping them sneak back to the castle? Me and Ser Sandvoss will fallow right behind you – to make sure no one sneaks up behind you!”

She turned her head, giving Carrie and Isaac an apologetic look – but, she had some questions that needed to be asked, and she couldn’t very well do that with the King right there. She hoped her eyes said enough, and that they gave her friends the promise of an explanation later. Standing, as she watched the retreating figure of the King and her two friends – and in her peripherals, the body of guards moving forward as well.

Breathing a sign, she turned towards Nathan, a cold look in her eye – as only one in the North could give. She began walking though, eyes staying forward now as she fallowing the King back up to the palace. She was silent for a moment before speaking. “Did the Queen instruct you to fallow me, or will this simply be something you report to her later?” She asked. Though she knew nothing of the Queen’s vicious intentions – she couldn’t help but feel as though the woman didn’t trust her. After all, she didn’t even let her out of the palace walls – without someone keeping an eye on her it seemed.

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Harry had giggled as little kids do as he was swung up on Nathans shoulders. But, despite the laughter he did feel a bit downtrodden. Though, he wasn’t a poor sport, and now they had to go and see his Lady Wife and announce her victor! Though, Nathan made his cheeks grow hot when he said he had called Ayra pretty. She was of course... but she didn’t need to know he thought that! She was fun too, as she quickly announced that no one had won yet... That means he didn’t lose!

Glancing quickly up at Nathan for approval before he took off, his heart was set on sneaking back into the palace...thought it wouldn’t quite be sneaking, as his guards were all around him and sure to announce their arrival at the gate – but fun was fun! ”Come on!” he said to Ayra’s friends motioning for them to fallow him. ”You see, we have to be quiet and sneaky, like a Knight trying to sneak up on a dragon!” He said, bending his knees slightly and looking around –unawares that he just compared his mother to a sleeping dragon. Turning back around to make sure they were doing it right, he took a moment to contemplate each of them. The lady, Lady Lovellette and the boy... Lord? Ser...? He didn’t remember Ayra saying. Pausing for a moment, a puzzled look fell across his features.

“Aeoniran – what is your title exactly... I don’t recall my Lady wife mentioning it.” Looking behind his shoulders, as if to make sure no one was going to catch them – as he could see the castle gates now – he soon looked back to the other. Perhaps he was a knight from the North! He certainly looked strong enough!

Drawn to Nathaniel, Carrie was a bit annoyed when Ayra got to hog the sexy beast of a man. But, a moment of happiness did tint her pink cheeks. The princess, for once in her life, got a man she desired. Someone who was handsome and well-groomed. Hell, the hunk even had rippling muscles much like Isaac's and the most brilliant pair of blue eyes the upperclass woman had ever seen. Swooning, she almost found herself drooling over the guy's radiating attractiveness. Thank god for Isaac who had caught wind of the lass' lustful groping. Taking her hands into his own, Isaac linked arms with the woman and hinted she ought to talk hold of the king.

Carrie, loving the idea of skipping toward the palace, made it known to all that they were preparing to the up and coming festivities.

"Don't mind our foolishness, fine people. We are just making out our lines for the first ever royal play. You all must come! To gain free admittance, just tell the guards that you know of the princess' peasantry. But, be warned, if you share this secret with those who are royal, we all will have punishments to face!" Waving her hand to those that had gathered, the beautiful woman swept into a dainty bow before dancing about the area with the king and Isaac both latched on her arms.

Once they were out of the main spot in town, Carrie relinquished her hold on both the men. "Glad we got outta that one!" Ruffling the king's hair, she was almost too full of bliss to notice that she was falling for the little guy. "Ay-Ay is quite the lucky lady, sir. You are a rare catch! And a fine one at it."

Isaac's eyes nearly fell from their sockets. "Carrie, this isn't Ayra. You can't just push him around and play with him like that. He's not like her…." His teal eyes looked the small guy over. Although, if he played his cards just right, this guy might let he and Carrie pal around with him some. "But I think Ayra would be most pleased if her husband were to accept us as friends. After all, we've known your dearest the longest. She simply loves to play and have fun, like you! I could see the four of us being quite good friends. Sword fights, slaying dragons, and, of course, chasing hens across the brook!"

"Wait! Four? You mean five. We have to let Nathan play with us. He seems like he would play a perfect dragon!" Carrie winked at Harry, hoping he, too, would agree with her observation and suggestion.

While Carrie ran ahead to pick some flowers - she would help the king make a bouquet for his Ayra - Isaac was left to watch the boy. As they approached the gate, Isaac's smile faded. "Well, I… I'm not really worthy of wearing a title. I'm just a servant for her highness. I tend her horses and make sure the livestock is well and good." A plain, boring old worker that was all Isaac was. Nothing less and never to be anything more if he didn't marry into wealth and riches. But, being so close to the princess, had its pitfalls. He rarely met any one of any worth that wanted a guy like him. Carrie was the only one and, right now, her eyes were glued to 'eye-candy Nathan.'

Sighing, he looked down at the king. "If given the chance, I would love to be one of her knights. I would like to be like your Nathaniel. But…" his voice drifted off as did his eyes, "I don't foresee such honor bestowed upon me anytime soon."

Now at the foot of the gates, he looked up at the guards that manned the towers. Gulping, Isaac wondered just what was in store for him. Carrie, she would be free and safe from all punishment due to her father. But Isaac? Oi, he could just sense that great lashing that was about to rip his back up and cause a million welts and bruises.

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She wasn't a "beat around the bush" kind of gal. This irked Nathan some as it meant he would need to be keener and wiser than usual. He was accustomed with less intelligent people that had the wool pulled over their eyes far too easily.

Shifting in his outfit, the slender guy whipped a smile onto his face. "Why on earth would I ever do that? Don't you realize it reflects poorly on me, too? Why, telling on you mars my reputation and it also makes me look unsuitable to watch over you or my dear king. Keeping this 'hush-hush' is in both our favors, is it not?" A grimace soon followed. "However, I know the queen will soon find out about the little escape, but don't you worry. I'll just say it was my oh-so-brilliant plan to reunite you and my lord."

His nose was turned up a bit, hinting at his arrogance, but, with his looks and job, it was safe to say that he could act as cocky as he wanted, to a point. Watching as the king skipped off with Carrie and Isaac, the blue-eyed male shook his head with a bit of detest. "He's supposed to grow up, not revert to his childish ways." Eyes darting to Ayra, he smirked. "And you're not much of a help either. Running around with that Isaac, is he? You're supposed to be royal and have a bit of dignity. Carrie, she's fine. But Isaac, he really ought to go." Knowing that she would probably protest, Nathan held his hand up, motioning that he had more to say. "But I've done my homework and have given the Queen a suggestion so that Izzy might be able to stay. Though, this does mean you might see less of him for he would tend to not only your horses, but also Harry's horse. Possibly even his mother's mare and my steed, too. But we'll see about that."

Always making sure Harry wasn't out of his sight, Nathan picked up the pace some. They were nearing the castle and he wasn't sure how the guards would react if they should Harry, Carrie, and Isaac. Hand raising into the air, he waved at one of the guards who had spotted the easily recognizable knight.

"I don't suppose you want to join us for dinner tonight, do you?" Such a plain question, but it was a carefully selected one. "You could probably bring Carrie along if you wanted." That would probably ease her some. Besides, if he did things ever so smoothly, he would let Carrie know of this invitation, knowing that she would force Ayra to attend so that she could feast her eyes on Nathaniel.