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Post by Ricard Pendergast on Nov 21, 2005 20:35:43 GMT -5
Ricard had chosen this late hour of the night to walk about the entire length of the city walls; this was one of the few places that he could find true freedom from the burdens of being a King and the burdens of that were soon to fall on the backs of his subjects if he didn't act soon. For what is a kingdom when it's line is about to fail? He had no wife; for his only wife had taken ill and died when he had been 29. Now there was a match; a match that was said to have surpassed his father and mother.
The fair lady's name was Jessica. She had stark, black hair and so such a fragile looking thing. But that was only what those that did know her thought at first glance; she was chraismatic, loving and understood Ricard more than anyone else had. They had been a happy couple; fated to be the future king and queen; that is until the tragedy happened. Jessica had taken ill and she slowly burned out; thus passed the light of Ricard's life. And he had mourned for longer than needed; he had mourned for 3 years and still mourned her in private.
Leaning on the ramparts and letting out a sigh, the King of Avaren lowered his head and thought more of Jessica. The melodious laughter of her voice, her body that would make immortals jealous, and her mind; that above all else was the one part of her that Ricard would miss the most. The warmth of her skin, the closeness between the two, and the fire inspired with each kiss; those had become memories that the winds of Time had flung far away. His bed lay empty for the longest of Time now; if he could give anything to bring her back, Ricard Pendergast would do that and more.
If only he could hold her again; one last time. Yet there was another concern on his mind. Seeing as how he had no child to name heir and he had no intentions of marrying lest he disgrace the name of Jessica, he would have to choose one of the citizens to take the throne in the event of his death. But who to choose? There were so many possible candidates, yet there the traits and qualities that Ricard looked for rare and few.
What was he to do? Letting his fingers rake his greying-black hair, Ricard sighed once more and straightened as he stared out into the horizon; trying to find the answer to his thoughts.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 21:00:07 GMT -5
Guinevere strolled along the walls, coming here for one of her peaceful times. She wore a white dress, nothing paticularly special about it. Her long, dark hair fell down to the middle of her back. Her sword hung from her hip as it always did, the jewels of the handle glistening in the moonlight.
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Post by Riley Lambert on Nov 21, 2005 22:04:56 GMT -5
Riley was exploring much of the city as he could. He figured there must be secret places somewhere, just in case he may need a place to think to himself. He walked silently, letting his jacket take in the light of the moon amoung his white shirt. His mind swam with dreams of a better tomorrow, seeing himself to be the man his father wished him to be. He snapped out of his own thoughts when he noticed a man leaning on the ramparts. He didn't seem to know who it was until he was close enough. In seeing it was the King, he bowed his head just in case he saw him.
"Good evening Sire".
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 21, 2005 22:13:53 GMT -5
Guinevere saw a man a small distance away and approached. She was startled in seeing it was the king and she bowed her head in his presence. She looked back up momentarily and glanced to the side, seeing Riley.
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Post by Riley Lambert on Nov 21, 2005 22:39:04 GMT -5
Riley slowly brought his head back up and then noticed Guinevere there. He thought to himself that it seemed to be interesting that they had kept finding each other almost everywhere they were. He looked to the Sire, and awaited him to say anything or to merely address them for anything.
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 22, 2005 18:00:59 GMT -5
She shook her head slightly, looking up at the King. Riley and herself seemed to meet almost everywhere they went. No that it was a bad thing... she thought with a grin.
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Post by Ricard Pendergast on Nov 23, 2005 18:36:14 GMT -5
It would seem that he was not alone and that he had fallen into a pool of his past and memories; losing track of time and place. But it was the voice of a young man that caught his ear and he slowly turned to face the owner of the voice. Actually; it seemed that there were two people there, and it was clear who the speaker was, being the only man other than Ricard in the group. However there was one thing that Ricard hating seeing; people bowing to him. When he was younger, he wouldn't have minded at all; in fact he had basked in such acknowledgement.
The coming of age and wisdom had changed that in him and King Pendergast thought that bowing, even though it was a sign of showing respect, was of degrading nature to the person bowing. So they were lucky that he hadn't seen them bow, otherwise he would have lifted them up and asked them to stand; for there was truely no need to bow. If there was ever a time, it was in public gatherings, but in private; he was simply Ricard Pendergast. Not the King of Avaren.
"Greetings friends", said Ricard in his stentorian voice (though keeping it relatively quiet) "For that is what you are; unless you are foes. And even if you were foes; I would call thee friend until I had a reason not to. What brings you up to the walls this night? Seeking solitude? For if that is the case; then I am willing to let you be. But first; may I please have your names, because I am certain that you know mine and I would be honored to make your acquaintance."
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Post by Guinevere Viperatus on Nov 23, 2005 18:42:33 GMT -5
"My name is Guinevere Viperatus..." she said rather softly, as always, resting one hand on her hip and the other on the handle of her sword. It was an old habit for the young lady and she would probably to it till the day she died.
A gentle breeze blew by, blowing a few starnds of the girl's dark hair into her eyes. She ran a hand threw her hair, brushing it back and looked back to the king with a warm smile.
ooc: Would have put more but i just ran into a door...
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Post by Riley Lambert on Nov 24, 2005 13:55:35 GMT -5
Riley had the sense that private matters were different than public. He smiled to Ricard and only nodded in respect.
"Riley Lambert and I only seeked a walk on such a lovely night".
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Post by Ricard Pendergast on Nov 25, 2005 9:05:00 GMT -5
Ricard smiled as the two younger warriors introduced themselves, all the youthful hope and strength made his limbs quiver with remembered excitement. He had remembered the day when he first started training at the Barracks; he wasn't the tallest, nor the fastest of the warriors; but he used intelligence to his advantage. Many wondered why he wasn't a mage, but he just didn't have the power inside him for that kind of celestial occurrance...or what ever they called magic now a days.
And my; how Ricard Pendergast had grown.
"Well met, Master Riley and Mistress Guinevere", said Ricard as he looked those two in the eyes, "And I cannot blame you Riley; out of all the places in the city; this is the best place for a walk. Though may I reccommend, for personal experience, that the place place to walk in the entire kingdom would have to be the Lake. Perhaps you should try there sometime, but I see no hurry; especially with such a lovely, young lady with you."
"Yet...were I not King and the swordsman that I try to be, I have no doubt that I would have lost something for saying that about you, Guinevere. That attitude of yours seems to say that you wouldn't like it all that much if you were called a lady. Then I am sorry for doing so, but I think we older men are allowed to get away with such small things from time to time", said Ricard with a small chuckle.
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Post by Riley Lambert on Nov 25, 2005 12:42:31 GMT -5
Riley smiled, looking to Guin. He looked to Ricard, feeling that he was indeed right in his words, the lake was a beautiful place to take a walk when one wished for one.
He began to remember one of those walks he had taken with Guin one evening as well as the time his father and mother and did the same for one of his birthdays when he was younger. He could still recall the smiles on their faces when he ran into the water, falling head first. The next memory was that night when he and Guin had taken a walk to the lake, their conversations would forever be imprinted within his mind. His mind wandered before he smiled alittle more and spoke.
"Yes, indeed Sir Ricard. The lake is a beautiful place to walk and I shall be sure to walk it more often since you insisted it as a wonderful place to walk. I also will take note to be sure I am not alone when the need rises either", he said with a smile, looking from Guin to Ricard.
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[glow=red,2,300]Since The first time our eyes met, I've loved you. Knowing that we will be together for an eternity and more is the only true happiness I've ever known. Never let me wake from the dream that is your love...[/glow]
