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Post by Prisca Vea Leitus on Aug 5, 2016 11:09:38 GMT -6
Prisca sighed. She understood full well what the King meant. After all, being defeated in war would not mean that the fauns or the guis could go safely back home… not at all. The surrendering army would be captured, enslaved; the women and children used for labor and for things she dare not even think about…
This had to end, she knew it, and the king offered a good alternative, albeit not the best one. The best one would always be trusting that the Divine Light would make it all better for every single inhabitant of the realm.
“I do not know who Lady Imani speaks of, but if there is a chance, even just a gist of hope that we could be assisted in this endeavour… please, your Majesty, look for any means possible.” She glanced at Evon, the tall and proud Lenneck, his messy blond hair framing his face. “And you, Lord Evon, I understand your frustration. But anger will not do. We have to stay together, and be hopeful that all will end well for our kin. If we lose faith, everything is lost…”
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Post by Neithaή Ąrdemíe on Aug 6, 2016 14:56:26 GMT -6
 He sighed. Imani was indeed very young, and very innocent, he could see that clearly now. For as much as he wanted to talk to that woman, the one and only he had ever loved, everything had changed now.
He could remember it clearly. The last time they had seen each other had been in Belgemie’s Midsummer Festival, 4 years ago. Many things had changed in 4 years… or had they, really? He could remember every single part of his face, the softness of her hands, her scent, the way she talked, her smile, her love for life…
Yes, he felt the same way. A war had torn his realm, and many people had come and gone in Neithan’s life over the years. Still, what he felt and what he thought of the Echa princess was intact.
But he was not that naive boy anymore… 4 years of war, of violence and crime and even despair had definitely changed him. He was no longer the hopeful boy who dreamt of taking Brigid away from her family and her realm and keeping her here, next to him. He had been foolish then to even suggest it, they had fought; they had parted with grief and a sense of hopelessness.
Had she changed, in all this time? Imani suggested seeking her for aid in this war… but that would be a terrible mistake. He did not want to involve the princess, her family and her realm in this vicious war. He shook his head firmly, looking at all his counselors.
“No, Imani. I will not seek her help. Things have changed; I will not involve her in our war.” Did Evon know who he was referring to? Did Prisca? He did not want to tell them… the problem back then remained now: their love was marvelous and pure and the source of Neithan’s greatest joys in life… but it was still unwise, it was still reckless. Brigid had to marry an Echa man now, as she did then. The king’s heart sunk at the mere thought of it.
“Perhaps the nayelis will find it in their heart to assist us… We have been allies many times in the past…”, his tone became dry and nostalgic.
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