|| Ongoing THC rp. The Queen of France; a title she had used all the more often and come to sincerely mature into. Her blood bath beginning of a reign turned in a diplomatic one and she had brought silence to the paths of the towns. All thieves were taken for their actions and all disrupting of peace was handled with an iron hand, though all the same she had come to know her commoners. She had come to find that each had a family and children. Zelia shared her excess with those who could not afford such luxuries. So when she woke directly from her bed at the sound of flames crackling like an echo in her ear, she felt her heart sink all the way to her toes. Her gown fell to the floor as she ran to her vanity and strung her hair out of her face, finding a dark green robe to throw over her shoulders as she stormed from her chambers, a guard chasing her in warning. “My queen! You mustnt leave the castle!” His voice shook with authority, but as se turned to face him fear instilled in his eyes. “You will not command me! Gather my men and prepare my horse! I am to be in the centre of town in a matter of moments!” She hissed and felt the anger seeping through her veins like venom of a snake, slowly devouring her until she felt her jaw increase pressure on her teeth so immaculate she thought they may shatter. Within moments she was atop her horse and her men were suited as such, riding with haste to the town. She could smell the burning infants before they even made it into the vicinity of the homes. Her horse sputtered and stirred as the aura of sin filled the atmosphere, every steed behind her rearing and fighting their riders. They were frightened, and they had every right to be. “Shhhh…” She whispered and waved her hand over the expanse of the horse’s heads, calming them so that they could all safely dismount. Each man’s armor hit the ground with a thud, and even with the screams and weeps the air was still in its silence. A muffled blockade between what a mind wished to accept as reality and what it fought to be surreal. “My queen…” A guard hesitated and she merely stopped, her head twisting and her curls brushing over her silken robe. She didnt have to say a word for the lot of them to understand she would not listen to their wants. She was going in with or without them. Within the matter of a few moments they were inside the haunted town, the souls of innocent children continuously scarring the parents and friends gathered there. Her strides were graceful and swift, like she were floating on air. A pathway parted for her to see the gruesome display of children in all sorts and sizes displayed in her crest as a sign of war, a declaration of battle. “Send a raven for my mother.” She spoke to the guard directly beside her and watched from the corner of her eye as he dispersed, stepping closer to the circle of burning bodies. With a single raise of her hand the flames became flickering coals and she shut her eyes, the soft weeps of mothers around her paining her heart. Sinking every feeling from her hands and head to cause a stinging tingling sensation. Fluttering her eyelids closed she bent her fingers towards her palms and held them out in front of her, the ground eroding around them to bring vines spiraling from the very core of the earth, a deep black rose spiking at the end of each thorn as they wrapped around the bodies of the children laid before them in a show of hatred, her own act of love sealing their bodies to allow their souls to fly out and reach for the arms of angels. Eyes watched in shock of the beauty in which she had beckoned forth, turning to the people of her kingdom as the Rose tomb finished its weaving. “I, Queen Zelia of France, vow to find the beast that did this and her commander. I will put a stop to their madness and fight for what theyve taken here. There is no greater sin than taking the lives and souls of those undeserving. A child robbed of innocence. A babe robbed of its future. Let your children rest peacefully. Cry tears of loss but allow your heart to swell of love. Vow to love your next, and vow to protect what you can. Any men that wish to step forward and fight may do so over the next few moons.” Her voice echoed and she turned back to the children, her crest now designed with intricate vines and roses in a burial of serenity. Placing her palm on the woven tomb she felt tears well in her eyes for the loss of her own childhood, for the family that always wished to tear themselves further apart. Her men followed the civilians that knelt around the tomb of children, her head turning ever so slightly to place her one and only command for the time, until she could devise a plan worth enacting. “If anyone in alliance with Greed walks through these city walls…” Her silk voice was edged with venom, “bring me their heads.”
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 17:35:50 +0000
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