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Post by aldriona on Feb 12, 2012 2:32:55 GMT -5
This won't actually be a written journal, but rather a collection of short stories that show more of what goes on in my character's life at the moment.
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Post by aldriona on Feb 12, 2012 2:47:58 GMT -5
Aldriona sat on her small balcony in the early morning sun. The silver comb in her hand ran smoothly through her hair and she soon put it down in order to start braiding it.
The events of the previous night still sent her mind reeling. She could hardly believe what had happened. What she had done.
Lukas. Dear, lovable Lukas... Dead.
She couldn't allow her mind to linger on that fact, or she would surely crumble and do nothing but cry. People were upset that the king was dead, but she had lost one of her dearest friends.
The image of the syccan ambassador sitting on his throne sprang to mind. It made her skin crawl with anger. The arrogance, the disrespect. Dear Lukas' body wasn't in the ground yet and that despicable woman was already trying to break down his kingdom and steal control over it. Had she been of lesser upbringing, she might have beat the woman up right then and there.
But she hadn't, of course. But she defied her, refused to bow down and give power over her people to the syccan. She knew what they were like, the syccan from Viventor. At least if their ambassador was anything to go by. She would never let people like that take over her country.
Even if it meant taking the crown herself.
Had she been a man, she would most likely have been considered next in line now that the royal family had ended. But she wasn't. That little detail would have allowed her to stay back, to only bother with taking care of Larkwood. She would have liked that.
But this was no time to be selfish, to see to her own wishes. Talarra needed a human on the throne. A human that would see to the best of the nation. Not some syccan who'd see it as little more than tending a glorified cattle farm.
She stood, feeling a knot in her stomach but also a small flutter of excitement.
To protect the country... She would attempt to give them their first queen.
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Post by aldriona on Feb 15, 2012 3:50:35 GMT -5
Her legs felt heavy as she walked up the many steps to her home. On some level she had always been aware that this was how the night would end, or so it felt at least. Viventor in charge over Talarra. No king and a council they would create. She stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to look down at the town, gleaming against the dark night.
Perhaps the woman really was honest. Perhaps she was mistaken, that the syccan would treat them fairly despite their opinions about humans. Perhaps they would give power back to the country. Perhaps... But not guaranteed.
She felt like an icy stone had settled somewhere deep within her. Part of her was dismayed that she had lost to that terrible woman, of course. But most of it was fear for the future, both her personal future as well as that of the country. How vengeful would the syccan be? There were things she could do if she wanted, such as having titles handed out by the king revoked. With no royalty, one could argue that there should be no nobility. Few would be affected, of course... But she would. She'd lost her family home, her title and everything her ancestors had built up.
As for the country itself... Would the syccan be able to act fast enough to stop the approaching army? Would they bother at all? Maybe the loss of some outlying towns they had never seen and barely heard of didn't matter to them. And the rest... Would the council really be free to rule? What other changes would they make?
She turned and continued into the house. It was dark, large and empty. If only father had been there. He would have known what to do.
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Post by aldriona on Feb 23, 2012 8:03:15 GMT -5
She was annoyed.
That was the best word to describe it. Not quite enough to be outright angry, but definately not happy and undoubtedly irritable. That woman! This whole building inspector business was outright absurd.
That he had been sent to Larkwood first, to her home in particular, came as no big surprise. But she had hoped Erenia was better than this, not quite as petty. So this was how the syccan were going to defend Talarra, by measuring fence heights and criticising houses. She didn't know wether to laugh or cry.
Bah, better to ignore it all and make her own preparations for what was sure to come. Larkwood wouldn't stand helpless, even if the rest of Talarra would.
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