THE BASTARD PRINCE

[Xarkly 12618]

 

The warpriest Villorik meditated upon the news.

 

He knelt before a crude stone icon of Saint Daniel the Reader, erected on the roadside just outside Minitz's newly-consecrated chapel. In accordance with the old Jorenic customs of Edel, his Ruskan sabre lay bared on his lap, and the dawning sun cast deep, burnished light across the Reinmaren pastures. He had stopped in the town overnight on his return to Haense from the Holy See, and he had risen this morning to pray at sunrise.

 

But the news of the Grand Prince's infidelity, overheard in the tavern just last night, intruded on his prayer. As the wind gusted, stirring the amber fields of wheat all around him, his hard stare was fixed on the rising sun.

 

Where the Holy Light did not enlighten, it must burn.

 

((Exceptionally well-written post.))

[CyyanTea 353]

Whispers, of deeds ungodly and foul, haunted courtly halls - clinging to lavish drapes and furnishings alike, until the air was thick with the tension of gossip. It conjured a rage in the flesh of the Haeseni Dame, whom had resigned herself to her office in some meek effort to conclude her courtly affairs. It was not often a woman was afford the respect of her male counter-part, for the fate of women is a fickle artefact. Eventually, the Baroness relented to storm of her mind and sought a quill.

A bouquet of lavish roses would arrive for the Princess Nataliya, a note attached and written in cursive and concealed within a dainty envelope:

Spoiler

The contents of this note read:
"A lion does not care for the thoughts of sheep, Signed R.L.V"
 @kaylacita

 

[Carson 936]

Yr-Solheim's heart ached for the Grand Princess, a woman she had never met and knew nothing about. But news of this traveled far to the mesas of the Kwee'Hayastaani, and she sought to send a letter of invitation should the woman ever wish for a momentary escape.