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Other Roleplay => Human Roleplay => Topic started by: grace on October 28, 2018, 01:57:10 AM

Title: when you pulled me closer; [p]
Post by: grace on October 28, 2018, 01:57:10 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

this thread will be long-running and very well thought out. at this point, it's become less of a hobby thread and more of a story. With this in mind, it might host some sensitive topics including but not limited to:
-gore (minor or heavy)
-abuse (physical, verbal, mental, mentions of sexual)
-substance abuse (alcohol, others tbd)
-infant/pregnancy loss/premature birth

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thanks and happy reading!


Never did she imagine her life would go the way that it had, for Queen Grace had not started out as the strong, compassionate character that she used to rule her kingdom in the genuine interest of her people. She, like everyone, went through it all to get to that final point of bliss. Someday, Grace would pass peacefully, with a well-lived, incredible life under her belt. Amazing children, a loving husband. But, it did not start under halos of light.


The morning was rushed. A thick cover of dark clouds hung over the magnificent kingdom of Windhelm. Although grand as it may be, they were facing an immediate threat of invasion, and the likelihood of the Windhelm Keep being taken over increased as they days went by with no word from the Royal family on how they intended to take care of it, as well as the safety of their people.

This is where Lord Edward Calistoga came in. He was the Head Military Advisor of the King, and also served as his best friend. The men had four decades of working together to keep Windhelm safe and happy, and when Edward was presented with the biggest dilemma of his career, it only made their friendship stronger. The invaders have made the two men come together in ties of patriotism and love for their people. It was admirable.

Edward's daughter, Grace, did not deem herself fit for her father's career path. She took after her mother in terms of poise, of elegance, of- grace. This particular morning, she had been woken abruptly by her father. He pushed open the heavy oak door and huffed in the doorway.

"Grace, you need to wake up. Alfred and Henri are expecting us. Something has come up and I fear our situation has become more dire," he rumbled, moving over to throw a lit match into the grand fireplace at the opposite end of her bedroom.

Grace sat up, slightly disoriented. The royals had requested them? They were due at the palace later that day anyways, so what on earth could be so important that they had to call on them before dawn? So, she got up and washed herself, basking in the bare warmth of the fire. The winters were so nasty in Windhelm, and she knew the moment she stepped outside that she would be longing for her warm bed. Continuing with her routine, the young woman wrapped a robe around herself and sat in front of her vanity, beginning to comb out long locks of dark, ever-so-slightly waves. She had of course neglected to wash her hair this morning, as she counted on not dying of hypothermia this winter.

Grace dressed herself in a heavenly burgundy gown equipped with golden embroideries. She had let her dark waves down and adorned her head with a golden circlet that seemed to compliment her dark hair just right. Once dressed, she pulled a thick riding cloak around herself, fastening the clasp at the neck. Meeting her family in the grand foyer, her heart swelled, but then sank. Her brothers stood alongside their father while their mother fretted over their cloaks. Upon seeing Grace enter the room, Lady Calistoga rushed over, cupping her daughter's face in her hands.

"Are you sure you're warm enough?" she breathed, pulling Grace's cloak tighter around her body. Grace nodded vigorously, to Victoire's satisfaction, and with a bit more fretting, the family was on their way to the palace. It wasn't far, but it wasn't the closest in proximity, either. One could easily catch a deadly winter ailment if not dressed properly for the ride there. Upon arrival, Grace was chilled to the bone, as was her younger brother, who shivered uncontrollably atop his horse. The nobles were quickly escorted inside, where they were greeted with long corridors lined with large torches. Providing light and warmth, Grace soaked it all in, slowly removing her heavy cloak.

Once in the throne room, Edward and Victoire Calistoga entered, arms linked. Behind them, their three children followed in order of seniority. The eldest, Petyr, followed his father's footsteps, his shoes echoing the same pride and authority as his father's. Then Grace, whose heels clicked on the marble floors. She wasn't as dramatic as Petyr, though. Lastly, Norman trailed behind his sister. He was only beginning his  studies of what his father did for a living. Lord and Lady Calistoga dipped into deep, respectful bows, and their children followed.

"My Lord, of course you know the children," he rumbled, releasing his wife so he could go look at the map that had been displayed. "I have received reports that an entire port city has been run down. No hostages, and no survivors," he sighed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. The situation was getting worse by the day.


Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on October 29, 2018, 09:41:21 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri hadn't been given a wink of sleep that night. The climax of the threat of invasion had come to its head, and it seemed as though the weight of the battle rested on his shoulders heavily. All the royals had been quite stressed, but it was no secret how personal the eldest prince took these kinds of things. It seemed as though the general public took note of this as well, because he'd been completely bombarded with letters wanting to know what the official plan was. His parents were busy enough with their own duties, and his siblings were no help in responding. William had been as icy to him as always, and Luella kept herself as ignorant to the state of her kingdom as possible. She didn't like conflict.

Just as he'd waxed and sealed off a letter towards one of Riverwood’s aristocrats, he was interrupted by a timid knock at his door. “My Lord, I apologize for the interruption, but you’ve been requested to the map room. Lord and Lady Calistoga will be arriving shortly.” Ah yes, he remembered now. His father had requested an urgent meeting to discuss tactics. “Yes, I will be arriving shortly. Thank you. Say, will Lady Grace be attending today?” The servant stepped farther into the room and nodded. “Yes, sir. As will her brothers, if my memory serves me well.” Henri took in a breath and offered a light smile. “That will be all then. You are dismissed.”

As the servant exited his room, the young prince began to set away his stationary. In the wake of all this chaos, at the very least he would be in the presence of Grace. Her brothers, however, he wasn’t too sure of. Whilst he had nothing against Norman, Petyr was the one that frequently approached him in odd ways. He was a strange man, him. No matter. Henri stood from his desk and ran a hand through his ashy blonde hair. The pressing matters he was forced to attend to made his physical upkeep dwindle slightly, but if he was to see Grace he wanted to be as proper as possible.

When Henri stepped into the corridor, he was immediately met with his sister who must’ve just gotten the same notice. He offered her a comforting smile, and she returned it. “We’ll be alright, Henri. So long as we all stick together, come what may.” The prince chuckled and agreed. The two siblings made their way down the hall and toward the map room anxiously. As they entered in, the two relaxed seeing the nobles hadn’t arrived quite yet.

Queen Selena smiled at her children. She beckoned them to sit down beside their brother, whom had already arrived and looked as cross as usual. “Well finally. You’ve kept us waiting.” Prince William muttered to his siblings under his breath. Henri rolled his eyes in irritation. Despite being as close as brothers could be in their younger years, jealousy over who got the throne had begun to drive a cold wedge between the princes. They used to play together; now they could go days without speaking, and when they did it was typically to argue.

King Alfred could barely acknowledge the presence of his children. Never mind his sons bitter comment. The man was bent of the table, his grey eyes scanning a map and analyzing every detail. They had heard of a port city being taken over, but were unaware of the severity. Selena placed a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, but still her eyes were squinted with worry as she read over his shoulder. The future of their kingdom wasn’t at its best. “Blasted invaders,” Mumbled the King. “Should’ve blown them out the water when we had the chance.” His wife sighed in silent agreement before turning to face the servant that entered the room to announce the presence of the arriving nobles.

As Lord and Lady Calistoga filed in with their children in suite, the royals stood in greeting. “Yes, we’ve been made aware. I wasn’t informed of the survivor count though. This is surely a devastating blow. I don’t know what we can do for our next move. The Invaders have completely dried us. That port city was a main harbor for export and import.” King Alfred shook his head solemnly at the news of what had become of his subjects.

Henri listened intently to the conversation before his eyes traveled over towards Grace. He gave a sly kind of half smile in greeting, trying to remain unnoticed as his father spoke. His eyes were grim with the coming news. What in God’s name could they do now?
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on October 29, 2018, 10:06:18 PM

Grace Elisabeth Calistoga

Upon entering the room, Grace dipped into a deep bow, lowering her head in respect. The royal family had always been so good to her and her family.. how any kind of politician could hold as much compassion as the Ashdownes did was beyond her, but she was thankful for it nonetheless, especially in these trying times of patriotism.

Grace stood upright from her bow and straightened her gown out, listening to her father report on his findings. The situation was truly awful. People were continuing to lose their lives every day, because no one could come to an agreement as to what to do. She began to come up with her own solutions, for what seemed like the hundredth time, before she caught Henri’s eye and completely lost her train of thought. He was utterly captivating, and being under his gaze made her heart flutter. Of course, she would never tell her mother of these feelings- Victoire would never be able to keep them to herself, and then no one would let anyone hear the end of it. It was in agreement that their courtship was best kept a secret right now.

Edward moves to stand next to the King, who was joined by his sons and the younger prince. ”I think we should just brave the hills. The strongest make it out alive. We need the weak weeded out as bait,” Petyr scoffed, before being abruptly interrupted by his brother.

”No, I think we should save the weak first! There’s much to learn from them!” Norman suggested, looking at his father and King Alfred.
William almost giggled a bit, but did not contribute an idea to the discussion. As the Calistoga brothers continued to argue, and Victoire had gone up to visit with Selena, Grace took this opportunity to move over to her prince.

”Good morning, My Lord,” she purred, offering him a smile. Even in these dark times, she tried her best to cheer up her beloved in simple ways, as she had done before. She was tempted to reach out to hold his hand, but she refrained. She didn’t want to risk someone seeing it.

Petyr scurried over. ”My Lord, please pardon my sister, she doesn’t have proper manners. No woman below a man has the nerve to stand next to him,” he chuckled nervously. ”W-what do you think we should do? I mean, did you hear any ideas you liked in particular?”

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on October 31, 2018, 10:18:38 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri listened passively to the conversing of his father and Edward, but made it a point to edge away as the two groups began to form into one. In all honesty, he was just hoping to be able to stand with Grace and possibly talk with her without interruption.

It was hard keeping their courtship a secret, especially from the ever eager and innocently prying eyes of his mother. It bothered him especially when his family would be visiting with the royalty of neighboring kingdoms, as he was always pushed to talk with the princesses. Most of them were nothing short of lovely, but they didn’t even begin draw his gaze. Not with someone like Grace already in his heart. There wasn’t much to contest.

As Selena finally pulled away to visit with her friend, the young prince finally became unnoticed as he greeted his lover with a warm smile. “Good morning to you, my Lady Grace. How have you been faring?” His smooth talk was interrupted when Petyr chimed in with them abruptly. He gave a nervous chuckle at the others comment.

"Ah well, she’s quite alright. I believe your sister has proven herself as worthy as any man. At the very least, it seems that way to me.”

 He tried to dismiss the remark as light hearted as possible, but kept an air of strictness to his words. Despite being mostly avoidant of conflict, it was obvious Henri did not like what was said.

All this title nonsense made Henri vastly uncomfortable. He couldn’t fathom considering himself above anyone else in the world, but his rank told him he needed to. William, on the other hand, was able to take that on quite well. He had no trouble in using what power he had to either intimidate or persuade others into doing his bidding. It was a practice that the eldest prince was not envious of missing.

“In any case, a true man worth his salt would value others as his equal. Unless, of course, he has insecurities in other areas. Ones I do not share myself.”

The prince spoke with a hidden cheekiness, shrouding his words in a cloak of ease. He did still think about the other part of the mans words, and cleared his throat uneasily.

“Windhelm can stand fast in many battles, but personally I do not want to risk the lives of any more innocent people for pride alone. It is my belief to evacuate the citizens before any aggressive actions can be taken for either side. They’re to be protected above all else."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on October 31, 2018, 10:47:22 PM

grace Elisabeth Calistoga

Grace watched as Henri fired right back at her elder brother. She was actually quite flattered at how quickly he jumped to her defense. She was perfectly capable of doing it herself, but something about him doing it just seemed... special. Petyr adopted an embarrassed look on his face as the prince both defended Grace and disagreed with all ideas out on the table, and actually, Grace agreed with Henri. They needed to be planning an evacuation of some sort.

Petyr looked at Grace and narrowed his cold, gray eyes, a look in which she returned. They looked pretty similar as far as hair color and eye color went. They took after their mother in looks, but their father in fierceness. Petyr did not have plans to use this trait for the good of his people. In fact, he wanted the throne. And the only way he was going to get that was to marry the love of his life, Prince Henri Ashdowne. Much to his dismay, however, Prince Henri had already given his heart to someone else, and to look at that someone else everyday made him sear with anger.

Grace smiled at Henri, clearing her throat to voice her idea regarding evacuations. ”Has anyone considered getting in contact with an outside kingdom for refuge, or even military assistance? If we can get a message to, say, Astyre, requesting help, I’m sure we will have the evacuation problem solved. Astyre is our sister country, and I have every faith that they will welcome our people with open arms,” she suggested, giving Petyr another harsh glare as he pretended to gag at her words.

”It will be a dangerous journey, no doubt, but there have been no reports on anything going on in the air. Perhaps we can find someone to take a hippogriff to a Astyre- it’s about a day’s flight. It’s the quickest and safest way to get there, but who do we send?” she murmured thoughtfully, a tad embarrassed that she had not thought that far ahead.

Petyr cleared his throat. ”I think we should send you, my sister. It was your idea and you clearly know the way so well.”

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on October 31, 2018, 11:47:57 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

In spite of himself, Henri sent Petyr a sly smirk upon seeing the embarrassment that clouded his face after his retort. He did not happen to notice the chilly glare both Grace and her oldest brother sent to each other behind his back, however. He focused on his father, whom seemed to perk up at what his son had mentioned. Just as the king was to turn around and question what it was the prince was thinking, Grace spoke and further evaluated the plan.

William squinted his eyes at the idea. His own had been full of battle and bloodshed, and to hear such an option left him dazed. He gave a sarcastic snort.

“Oh yeah, and run away with our tails between our legs? What kind of message would that send? We’d be a laughing stock. Everyone would figure we were cowards-“ His words were cut off by the king raising a hand in dismissal.
An air of silence fell onto the room as King Alfred considered Grace’s words carefully, only to be broken when he clasped his hands together thoughtfully.

“You take after your father, Grace. An excellent idea indeed.”

William was about to object when Luella sent a swift pinch to his left arm. Although irritation did cross his face, he largely remained in a fuming silence. Even someone as bullheaded as the youngest prince knew that there would be no altering the king’s mind when it was made like this.

“There are some riders in Windhelm. I’ve seen them practice before. Perhaps one of them can be trusted to deliver the request?” The princess offered her own suggestion hopefully. She’d been wordless throughout the meeting, and her eyes sparkled about being able to get a word in.

Just as King Alfred was about to respond to his daughter, a frantic voice could be heard just outside to shut door of the map room. Another silence fell across the room as the noise made it’s way closer. Suddenly the door open, revealing a very pale faced messenger, holding a sheet of paper tightly in his hands.

“My Lords! I beg your pardon, but there has been a terrible tragedy.” The man seemed to have traveled from a long distance very quickly, as his face was drenched in sweat and he was trembling like a leaf in the wind. “The lower village has been attacked. A bomb of sorts. Forces have been sent out to search for survivors, but it isn’t looking well.”

Selena gasped and grasped her husband’s arm. “Alfred, that isn’t far from us. It must be the Invaders sending some sort of message.”
The king took the paper from the messenger, his eyes scanning over the report in a solemn silence. The queen had none of the wait, and jumped into action.

“We’ll send any survivors into a camp in the higher village. I don’t care if they need to stay in the castle. We must tend to the wounded and make arrangements for any children orphaned. My god, how could they do such a thing?”

Selena looked at the writing over her husband’s shoulder and turned to Edward. “It appears the area near Calistoga manor has taken the brunt of the attack. I do not believe it is still standing.”

Alfred set the report down and sighed roughly. “We’ll have you stay here until the state of your home has been confirmed. I couldn’t live with myself if you were to leave and there be another attack.” He turned to the messenger. “Thank you for bringing this to me. I will have arrangements made immediately. Please learn the number of survivors and injured, and report back to me promptly.”

The messenger left in a hurry to complete his orders, and Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose. It felt as though his kingdom as collapsing around him, and he was powerless to stop it. He was supposed to be the one to make everyone feel safe. Now he was failing.

The tenseness of the situation rested on everyone’s shoulders. An unknown amount of innocent lives had just been lost as they all sat talking just moments before.

“Selena, please go forth with your idea. I will have some of our men sent down to those areas immediately to guard. Have our physicians set up a medical ward.”

The Queen nodded and turned to Victorie. “Please do stay here until your safety can be confirmed. I couldn’t bare it if something else were to happen.”

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 01, 2018, 12:24:33 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace beamed at the King's praise and nodded in agreement to Luella's words, before they were promptly interrupted by the pale-faced messenger. When Selena insisted the Calistogas stay at the palace, Grace's heart almost leaped out of her chest, and she very quickly cast her steely gray gaze upon Henri to see his reaction for such an idea. Victoire accepted as soon as Selena offered, not even bothering to find out her husband's opinion. Edward was far too busy supporting his friend, their sons gathered around. With everyone occupied again, Grace turned to Henri and inhaled sharply.

She reached down and took his hand, running her thumb over the subtle vein that protruded from his skin. His hands were cold. This was a devastating blow for any of them, because he would someday have to deal with these things himself. She gave his hand a soft, supportive squeeze, much to Victoire and Selena's satisfaction as they looked at her, then each other, before rushing off to assist the physicians in setting up. Grace wanted to help, but what of her idea? Who were they going to send to Astyre? The plan would surely be discussed more tomorrow- everyone was focused on survivors of the attack.

The day was long for the sensitive-stomached Grace. Many times, she had to excuse herself to take a break when someone came in, gushing crimson blood all over the marble floors, or someone else dragged themselves to help, missing their legs. Grace found it exceptionally difficult to help with the children who had been injured and/or orphaned. She certainly cried a lot that day. Luckily for her, she didn't spend much of the day with her brothers, as both of them would have teased her and made fun of her at every opportunity.

Dinner was uneventful. And quiet. The younger prince and the two Calistoga brothers exchanged strategy ideas all evening, but everyone else seemed to have more important things on their minds. How were they going to evacuate an entire kingdom when the enemy has successfully, and a tad alarmingly, pinpointed and attacked city center? Was their target the royal family? The thought shook Grace to her very core, but she remained poised. Everyone split up as soon as the last person set own their spoon from finishing off their soup. It was snowing quite heavily outside, and despite the general chill in the air, the soup was very much needed.

Lord and Lady Calistoga retired to their bed chambers in the Royal Corridor, as did Alfred and Selena, followed by Luella and William, whose bedrooms also lie down that hallway. Grace stood alongside Henri and bid him goodnight, with every intention of sneaking out of her room and into his- and he knew it. At their departure, Grace engulfed her lover in a strong, genuine hug. She breathed in his scent and exhaled deeply. He was enchanting. She pulled away and offered a small smile, heading in the direction of the room she wouldn't be sleeping in tonight.

Petyr, reluctantly on his way to his room, which was to be shared with Norman, paused and watched Grace and Henri. He clenched his fists and stormed off, following Norman to their room.

After Grace was positive that there was no one stalking the halls, she quietly slipped out of her room and into Henri's- he knew she was coming. She was out of her evening gown and into a silk and lace nightgown that showed off particular curves rather nicely. It was complimenting, to say the least. Her dark waves had been let down, and she wore soft slippers that protected her dainty feet from the chilly stone floors of the bedchambers. Closing Henri's door behind her, she turned to greet him, smiling slightly. "Hello again."

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 01, 2018, 10:10:52 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

The following hours were extremely difficult to go through. Henri was left to supervise the flow of survivors, and like Grace, the sight of the injuries made his stomach turn. It especially bothered him when those brought in hurt were children. He saw many youths come through the doors either battered and dazed or alone and scared. So many were made orphans by this attack. There had never been anything like it in Windhelms’ history. These level of event simply never happened in the once sleepy kingdom.

The turmoil fizzled out slowly but surely as time went on. Better suited medical facilities were established and the injured were moved there. A few shelters were also raised to help with the now homeless and orphaned. Even after the last person was moved out, Henri’s head still buzzed with the chaos. The only thing that kept him going was the brief glances he was able to share with his beloved when there was time.

At dinner, the eldest prince ate along with his family in their shared tense silence. Very few bits of conversation could be made. Everyone was still frazzled from the chaos that had occurred so suddenly. Nobody expected this to happen. In consequence, they weren’t very hungry.
When everyone was excused to go into their chambers, Henri purposely kept by Grace’s side as he bid his parents and siblings goodnight. Although he couldn’t help but notice the lingering gaze of his mother, there was otherwise no notice of their actions as they slipped into the corridor together.

The genuine embrace from Grace made all the built up tension from the stressful day melt completely. He both adored and spited moments such as these. On one hand he loved having his lover in his arms, but it was torture that these feelings must be saved only for the few moments they were alone. Each bit made him crave more.

When she pulled away and began to head towards her room, he caught her smile and immediately his suspicions were confirmed. He knew as well as she that her assigned bed would be empty tonight. The prince reluctantly opened his bedroom door and vanished inside. He was fueled only by the knowing of what was to come.

When he was inside his room, Henri decided to make it appear a bit cozier. The crimson velvet decor and dark wood easily made the entire place seem grim at times. To combat the cold, he started a light in the fire place, and fiddled with the flames until there was a decent blaze going. Every bit of paperwork that had been littering the floor and tabletops was cleared and stowed away with his stationary.

The distant sound of the large grandfather clock in the halls told him the time had just struck 12 o’clock. If his thoughts were correct, she’d be here any moment now. Nobody wondered the halls on this floor at midnight. The only movement in the castle this time of night was the rare housemaid that was preparing what was needed for the next day. After that, everyone was asleep.

Henri had been sat on his velvet sofa, his eyes scanning over a book when the movements behind him made a small smile creep upon his face. He set it down and stood, turning to face Grace as she entered.

Christ, she was beautiful. It wasn’t only in her perfect figure and angelic curls; No. Grace was the type of woman to carry her radiant beauty in her smile and glowing personality just as it did in her looks. Just the sight of her loving eyes could warm him even on his worst days. Her abilities in this perplexed him immensely. How could one sole person hold such an intoxicating power over him?
Henri smiled at her greeting as he approached.

“Why, hello to you too. What brings you in to my humble abode?”

His question was joking and he reached around her waist, pulling her gently closer as he pressed his lips to hers. His grin softening as he reluctantly pulled away. His gaze admired her for a split moment before leading her elsewhere.

The two eventually made their ways back to the velvet sofa across from the fire that had been lit earlier. He was laid back with his lover cuddled next to him. The prince couldn’t comprehend how a woman such as Grace could find herself infatuated with him. He felt unworthy of such a loving person. In his eyes, she was a perfect as the word could be. She was her namesake in every inch. He loved her with all his heart and it pained him deeply to not be able to express that for the world to see. He felt her snuggled up against his chest, and he couldn’t help but let a smirk cross his features. If that moment in time could go on forever, he wouldn’t mind one bit. He could die a happy man.

Grace had an aura about her that made even Henri envious. He watched from afar her interactions with his people, and it only further built his love for her. There was no doubt that his role as heir to the throne was something Henri took very seriously, and being able to find such a loving and caring woman to have at his side was a blessing in its purest form. Even today through the grim and gore, she held fast and did her role in maintaining peace and hope to those that needed it. He couldn’t possibly thank her enough for that. The things she saw were horrid, yet she pulled herself together.

The ever racing mind of the prince traveled back to before his lover was even a glimmer in his eye, and oh how dreary life seemed. He mused over his tasks and drifted through life as an observer of himself; never truly living. How had he not gone mad with such a mundane existence? Yet now he felt as alive as could be. It was as though just the mere presence of Grace in his life had breathed him into a new man. He was surely a drastically changed one if not that.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 01, 2018, 11:36:09 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace has never been so intoxicated over one man before. At the tender age of twenty, she had been exposed to a plethora of men, in hopes that a combination of her love and her parents' approval, she would be suited to be someone's wife. A worthy man, someone to give her purpose. The very thought angered Grace, and it seared through her bones. How could her parents auction her off like livestock? And then, she was introduced to Prince Henri. Their parents constantly bet on the fact that the two would someday marry and combine two excellent bloodlines.

Through her irritation, seeing Henri approach her made her knees feel weak. He bragged about her power over him, but what about the other way around? He occupied her thoughts constantly. Fantasies of King and Queen Henri Ashdowne filled her dreams, and she would sacrifice her soul to be the one to provide him with a happy, fulfilling life. It was especially difficult for royals to be genuinely happy. They sacrificed a lot more than they are ever given credit, often times in the best interest of their people. Grace was determined to change that, at least for Henri. For such a pure soul, he was getting the ass deal on a lot of things- including watching his homeland fall apart around him. Being heir apparent, so young and unmarried, Henri was protected at all possible costs. He was the sole future- the Once and Future King of Windhelm.

She drew in a shaky breath as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the room. His touch set her soul on fire. The kiss was nothing short of the deprived passion he had kept hidden since they had last been alone. She followed as he led them over to the grand fireplace burning in the corner of his room. He had prepared for her quite nicely. Sitting down next to him, she inhaled deeply. Deprivation proved too strong for the pair to ignore, despite the tragedy from earlier.

In the morning, a massive clap of thunder jolted Grace awake. It must have been just after dawn, for lightning was still lighting up the entire sky. She groaned and rolled over, pulling the satin sheets over her pale, bare body. Looking at her surroundings reminded her of last night's shenanigans and a sly smile crossed her face a bit devilishly. She glanced over at Henri and leaned over, stroking his face gently. "Wake up, my Lord," she purred.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 03, 2018, 02:38:04 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri, too, was awoken by the thunder clasp, but only slightly. His eyes only opened when he felt a soft hand touch his cheek and a devilish voice calling him.

My Lord

Such a powerful term in more ways than one. There were very few instances where he enjoyed being called by his title, yet it appeared Grace had found her way. Sly little devil she was. No matter, though. As mentioned, he rather liked it.

Taking a brief moment to collect himself and his conscious, the prince turned his head towards Grace, his own cheeky smile lit across his face. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was deep with grogginess. His eyes scanned the partially opened window to see the rain falling in sheets outside, groaning slightly at such an inconvenience for the day. What was the point in a storm if you couldn’t take a day off to just lounge in bed? Not being able to do that with his beloved was definitely saddening.

Another rumble sounded from outside and almost dulled the knock on his bedroom door. Every muscle tensed in his body, but he recognized the voice following.

“My Lord, it is almost time for you to be up. You have another meeting with the Calistoga’s.”
It was one of the servants making a wakeup call. Oh, if only the poor thing knew what was hiding beyond that oak door.

“Ah yes, I’ll be down shortly.”

It was after that the two were forced out of bed and to hurriedly dress themselves. The prince could only thank his lucky stars that this servant wasn’t as persistent as the others were, and had the decency to not enter his room. That would’ve been hard to silence.

Henri checked the halls to be sure it was empty, then allowed Grace to follow him as they headed toward the meeting. On the way there, William exited his own room and was forced to awkwardly walk beside them. He looked a bit disheveled, but didn’t speak of why. It was a strange sight, as prince couldn’t imagine his brother would still be torn up over the tragedy. Maybe he had underestimated the others commitment.

When they approached the room, he gave his secretive lover a quick smile of encouragement before opening the door and stepping through. Another day of pretending like they really didn’t know each other in the ways that they did, he supposed.

Inside the room, most everyone was already there save for the princess. This wasn’t surprising, as the youngest royal despised situations such as these. Luella was hardly ever seen when conflict raised and planning was done to combat it.

The occupants were all crowded around the map and talking in monotone voices, trying to declare the specific route they wanted to take. Selena glanced up as the three entered and gave a smile. “Hello, my dears. How did you sleep? I know the storm must’ve been an awful thing to awake to. Gave me quite a fright, I’d say.”
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 03, 2018, 03:44:24 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace quickly dressed herself, though she took longer than Henri- she was too busy teasing him with what he couldn't have. At least, not in that moment. They speed walked together, hands to themselves, towards the map room, where their families waited and planned. Another city had been bombed overnight. More dead, more orphaned, more lives destroyed. Upon entering, Grace dipped into a short curtsy to greet the Queen. At her words, Grace could have done nothing to stop the sly smile that slid across her face. "I, ah- I'm not sure about Prince Henri or the servants, but- I slept like a rock," she stated, clearing her throat and looking down, attempting to hide the smile that was growing larger at her own dirty joke. The nerve of her!

Victoire looked up at her daughter's words and squinted. "Really? The servants reported you were not in your chambers this morning. Bed untouched. Didn't light so much as a candle," she murmured away from the men. She had a knowing glint her eye, but said nothing. Grace shrugged it off, clearing her throat again. She didn't have much hand in the planning, and in fact, chose to keep herself occupied with other things of importance. The official rider had already been sent off to request help from Astyre, and that in itself felt like a weight off of Grace's shoulders. She couldn't imagine the anxiety that King Alfred currently suffered.

The day was relatively uneventful, and surprisingly, Grace did not dwell on the idea that her home may be in ruins. That home never felt like home anyways, so she was not quite so upset as Petyr was. Petyr indeed had a very bad day, for he spent much of it bickering with his sister about finding suitors who weren't royals of a kingdom falling apart.

Grace snorted at his proposition. "You are very bad at being a closeted homosexual, Petyr. Be honest with yourself and just tell Henri how you feel," she suggested. Knowing very well which parts Henri preferred, she certainly didn't have an issue with her brother confessing his love for her beloved. Petyr narrowed the cold gray eyes that he shared with his mother and sister. "You make a mockery of me and my struggles!" he snapped, clenching his fists. Grace adopted yet another snarky grin. "No no, dear brother, I am merely expressing my concerns. You're stringing yourself out over a man who will never return your feelings."

Petyr glared at her. "I see you trying to win him over. You don't stand a chance. I see the way he looks at some of these serving girls," he muttered in defeat. "You reek of sin and you're a slut, Grace. How do you think Father would react to you sleeping around?"

Grace raised an eyebrow. "Honey, he's looking past those girls and he's looking at me. And even if that were true, I'd still be ahead of you because I am a woman. I can give him children, among other things- that you can't." she murmured quietly, her cockiness definitely wearing off. She didn't take too kindly those threatening her position next to Henri. "There will be a King and a Queen Henri Ashdowne. Two kings are not in Windhelm's future. At least not for you," she hissed, turning and brushing past him. Petyr possessed no evidence that Grace had been with Henri before, so she made sure not to let his threat bother her.

It did bother her enough that she deemed it necessary to take a ride in the cold air to clear her mind and get out of the stuffy palace. She promised Henri that she would be in bed next to him before the clock struck midnight- she just needed some alone time before she gave him a night that would keep the inhabitants of that corridor up awake all through the night. Her confidence was certainly shaken, and she needed that assurance that Henri did truly love her that way. She knew he did, but Petyr's words made her uneasy.

So, after dinner, Henri went off by himself and Petyr watched his sister mount a horse below. A wicked smile grew uncontrollably, and he stalked off to bed for the night, waiting patiently for the screams that were sure to follow. Grace mounted her horse and pulled the massive cloak Henri lent to her around herself, shivering in the cold. How anyone could adapt to this weather was beyond her, but she loved it.

The ride proved very much needed, as Grace enjoyed it immensely. The alone time, the chill, the bright moonlight streaming from above. It was romantic. If only Henri were there, perhaps it would be a little more romantic. If only Henri were there- perhaps he would have been able to protect her. Then again, she was glad he wasn't there, as he surely would have been killed.

Before Grace knew she was being hunted, her horse let out an excruciating cry of terror, and it threw Grace off, desperate to escape. Grace sat up in the snow to hurry and get to her horse and calm it before it disturbed anyone, but the silver stallion was surrounded by figures in black cloaks. Unable to see their faces, Grace reached for the sword at her waist that she realized she had forgot to bring. With this realization, a fresh wave of panic settled over her as one of the cloaked figures turned to face her, moving over in her direction.

She was paralyzed with fear as one cloaked figure held her down into the snow, and another oh-so-gently moved a lock of dark hair away from her neck, and then- bloodcurling screams erupted from Grace. One icy cold, snow-white hand slapped over her mouth to silence her as she began to feel weaker and weaker. Her vision became blurred and the last thing she saw before everything went black was her horse, laying limp in the snow.

In the morning, a serving girl practically flew into the palace, breathless and hysterical to bring the news to King Alfred. It took quite a bit of consoling from Queen Selena to get a coherent sentence out of her mouth. "T-t-there's been an attack- in the town square, I-I think it's Lady Grace, she- I- she's been attacked by vampires. She's got deep bite wounds in her neck-" she spluttered, looking at King Alfred, then Prince Henri.

Alfred narrowed his eyes and stood from his mighty throne. "Guards! I need eight of you to go fetch Lady Grace. Bring weapons. She's likely dangerous. Bound her by the wrists in solitude in the dungeons. I will have the physicians and myself inspect her condition later," he grumbled, sitting back down. He held up a hand to silence any protest from Henri. He know he wouldn't be happy about restraining her, but he could not afford to take the chance of Grace going off the rails inside the palace. Too much was at risk.

The soldiers, with struggle, brought and restrained Grace in the dungeons. Once bolted, she stopped fighting. Being restrained felt unnatural. Grace looked up at one wrist, locked in a cuff bolted to the stone wall. She felt insanely hungry, and some kind of pain? She couldn't tell where the pain was located, but it was there. Watching a hysterical Victoire come up to the bars of her cell had no effect on Grace. She couldn't understand why she was so upset. She wouldn't know why until much, much later.
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 07, 2018, 01:03:40 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri had begun to pick up on the negative energy radiating between Grace and Petyr. Of course, he knew the two weren't close, but a bottled up conflict seemed to be brewing quite heavily.

He tried to keep his nose out of their business, but it was hard to stay in line when in his position. Grace was his promised one, and Petyr was her brother. He cared about them both, albeit in varying degrees.

However, the youngest prince couldn't follow in his older brothers footsteps. Will had taken a small interest in the eldest Calistoga son. There was just something becoming about the man.

This was why, when on his way to his room, the muffled argument coming from behind closed doors caught his attention. He recognized the voices of Lady Grace and Lord Petyr, but they sounded very agitated with one another.

Curiosity overcoming his politeness, the prince leaned against the dark oak to listen in on what was being said.

"- reek of sin and you're a slut, Grace. How do you think Father would react to you sleeping around?"

Jerking away from the door in surprise, Will furrowed his brows in curiosity. He wasn't daft enough to not know what was being implied there. Henri and Grace's relationship was somewhat known to him, but not at that degree. He wouldn't of suspected his brother to have gone sleeping with this woman.

Who the hell did they think they were?

Pressing back for more conversation, he caught the edge of another sentence.

"Two kings are not in Windhelm's future. At least not for you."

This made the prince stare hard at the ground. Ah, so now this was making sense. Petyr fancied his older brother. Thought himself a candidate, did he? Giving a small chuckle of bitterness, Will pulled away and began to hurry down the corridor to avoid crossing paths with Grace and having his snooping being uncovered.

A coldness began to spread over his heart as Will made his way into his room. From that coldness birthed a type of rebellion previously unknown to himself. In a way, it scared him.

Yet it mostly did not.


Henri had gone to bed that night very unsure. Grace had insisted she be unattended in her night ride, claiming she'd be back by midnight.

He knew the conflict between herself and her brother must've boiled over, and in some ways he was glad for it. Maybe the two could finally start to make amends. Maybe he could finally get to know his lovers brothers without any kind of awkwardness driving a wedge between them.

Burying away most of his anxieties, Henri lent her his riding cloak to keep warm. The night was a dreadfully cold one, and he'd hate for her to get sick.

When the night dragged on and the grandfather clock rank twelve times, Grace still hadn't arrived and a pit of worry began to sink in. She should've been back by now.

A knock at his door made his heart leap, and the prince rushed from his bed to answer it. However, pulling it open revealed nothing but his little brother standing with a parcel in his hand.

"Oh, William. Is there something wrong? Have you seen Grace? I worry for her safety in this weather."

The brunette tilted his head to the side as innocently as a puppy, his wide green eyes shining with blissful ignorance.

"No, my brother. Not to worry though, I believe she left a bit later than intended. Probably lost track of time."

The youngest prince cleared his throat and stuck out the package in his hand.

"Here, this came for you today. Forgot to give it to you earlier. Hope you don't mind the late visit."

Taking the parcel from his brothers hand, Henri shook his head. "Not at all. I do wish we could see each other more. I miss our talks."

Will seemed to freeze for a second, unsure of what to say. "Yes, I do as well," he muttered under his breath with a cloud of uncertainty over his freckled face. Suddenly, the young prince cleared his throat and seemed to snap out of his uncertainty.

"I'll leave you, Henri. If you want my advice, just go on to sleep. Don't worry yourself over Lady Grace. Believe me, there's nothing you can do."

Henri squinted a bit at the last part of his brothers words, but before he could ask, William had already begun to make his way down the hall and towards his own room again.

The parcel had turned out to be a few more requests for comment by concerned citizens. These had began to pile in the corner of his room. Usually, the eldest prince took his interactions with his subjects very seriously, even if only by letter. In most cases, each one would get a wordy response. However, these times prevented him from even writing one.

Taking the strange words of William as meaningful advice, Henri blew out his candles and settled into bed. Grace would be fine. There was no point in being upset.


Morning came quickly, and Henri felt his heart jump when his bedside was still empty. He dressed himself quickly, trying to rationalize his anxious thoughts. Perhaps she had just woken up earlier? Not likely as he'd of at least felt her leave.

The prince made his way down the corridor and into the dining room to find his family and their friends enjoy breakfast. There was no Grace.

Chaos quickly ensued soon after. Before he could hardly get the question from his mouth, a panicking girl had bursted into the palace and made quite a ruckus as she tried to explain her news.

Grace had been attacked? By vampires?

Henri felt as though he could faint. Electric waves of shock jolted throughout his entire body. No, there was no way. Vampires never came as far as Windhelm. They stayed in the forest.

When his father demanded Grace be kept in restraints, Henri did try to object loudly. When he was silenced, a wave of irritation consumed him. Vampiric or not, his fiance would never harm a soul if she could help it.

Servants scattered all over the place, urgently trying to prepare for the arrival. Every one of the royal children were ordered to their rooms for their safety. Knowing damn well that he wouldn't be there long, Henri obeyed and paced back and forth once inside. It didn't matter what they said, once he knew for sure Grace was in the dungeons, he would sneak to meet her.

This happened after a few more grueling hours of waiting. Passing servants whispered about the Lady's condition to one another as they made their way elsewhere. Confident, Henri exited his room and made his way down to the depths of the dungeon cautiously.

It proved to be quite a challenge, but he was able to sneak inside to the area Grace was being held.

The guards weren't stationed, making it easy for the prince to rush up to the bars anxiously.

"Jesus Christ, Grace! Are you alright? I knew I should've come for you when you weren't back by midnight. This is all my fault. I'm so sorry, my love."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 07, 2018, 03:19:53 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Those hours were indeed grueling. Grace had to go through the transformation restrained and being watched. Others like her had the luxury of privacy and freedom in the forest. Once the guards reported that Grace was safely restrained, Alfred headed down to investigate. It surely didn't surprise him that Henri had beat him down there. There was no keeping him from her, no matter what orders he might pass.

He cleared his throat as he approached, standing next to his son at the bars. "I know you don't like it. It's for her safety, as well as ours. She's not herself, son. She can't control herself if she hurts someone, or god forbid one of you children," he explained gently, setting a hand on his son's shoulder. "Her condition will be reported hourly as she goes through this. The physician deemed it too late to try to reverse it," he rumbled, resting his other hand on the hilt of the sword he wore at his waist. He paused, but continued. "Do you love her, Henri?"

Grace was Grace, but it wasn't... Grace. She was definitely not herself. She didn't respond to Henri's words, and deep down, she felt ashamed to look him in the eye. It wasn't being restrained, or even being gawked at like a zoo animal that was embarrassing, it was the fact that she felt like she couldn't take care of herself.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 08, 2018, 12:33:37 AM
Seeing Grace in that condition was heartbreaking. She looked completely hollow. A shell of the bright person she was mere hours ago. The prince sighed sadly, understanding her silence. He couldn't imagine the pain she was feeling.

Henri jumped when Alfred first entered, but relaxed when it was clear he wasn't in any kind of trouble. Backing away from the cell, he listened intently to his father's words as he went to lean against the cool stone wall adjacent to his previous position.

The question made his heart sink. Of course the answer was an easy one, but finally being able to say it to his father was a big leap. Although, he did suppose this day was bound to come at some point.

Henri swallowed hard and nodded his head. "Yes. With all my heart and soul I love her. I can't imagine spending my life without her. I understand the precautions we must take, but understand that it's hard to see her go through this. My only wish is that everything be done with Grace's own safety in mind as well. I couldn't bare to lose her."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 08, 2018, 01:23:44 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Alfred let out a long exhale, moving to lean against the wall as well. "Grace's safety is just as much a priority as it was before. You and your brother and sister will always be above everyone else, though. You must understand that. From a father's perspective,-" he hesitated. Henri wasn't a father yet. Shaking it off, he restarted. "The royal physicians delivered all of the Calistoga children in the privacy of their manor. The day they came back with the report that their second child was a daughter named Grace, your mother and I practically jumped for joy," he murmured, beaming at the memory. "You were only a tiny boy at the time. Your mother was pregnant with Will, and when we heard the news that Lady Calistoga had given birth to a daughter... Edward and I made a marriage arrangement for the two of you."

He looked up at Henri for any sort of reaction. "We never tried to force you to spend time with her growing up. She was always around because of her father's position. The love you have for her is natural and genuine, and raw. We have had no interference." he explained. "I need you to understand the changes that Grace is going through and how this attack will affect you. If her transition goes smoothly and she can be trusted again, and you continue to be with her, understand that natural heirs are not a possibility. I know that you understand law, son. If you choose to be with this woman, you are abdicating the throne. With no possibility of natural heirs, this knocks you out of line." Alfred couldn't help but let his shoulders sink. He knew Henri would give away his position to the first peasant who asked for it. In a way, it was insulting to him. He had spent the last twenty five years preparing his pride and joy to continue his life's work. And he knew he'd give it away in a heartbeat for a half-dead woman.

Patting him on the shoulder again, he stood upright and drew his sword. "Guards. Retrieve an inmate from death row. I think it's about time we feed her before she becomes any more dangerous," he breathed, pulling Henri back by his shoulder. The guards disappeared, and moments later, came back with a middle-aged man in shackles. He had no idea what was about to happen to him. "Bon appetit, Grace," Alfred huffed, nodding for the man to be thrown into her cell.

Feeding was exceptionally difficult for Grace, especially in her restraints. The guards had to hold the oblivious man upright so that she could feed hands-free. The man's excruciating screams sent chills straight down Alfred's spine and echoed through his bones. He felt a tad nauseous to know that they had just witnessed what Grace had gone through just hours before.

"Come," he rumbled to his son, nodding towards the stairs. "Your mother and the Calistogas are waiting. We all need to have a discussion."

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 08, 2018, 10:13:57 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri considered his father's words heavily. His eyes were clouded with busy thought as he scanned the floor of the dungeon. "Yes. I understand." His words were surprisingly steady in light if the context. The thought of being passed over for the throne was scary.

Will was far too immature and bitter to take on such a responsibility. Was his own selfish feelings really worth putting thousands of people at such risk?

"I will consider what you've said, father. It would be selfish of me to put my feelings ahead of the needs of our people."

Even speaking in such a way made the prince flinch. His words were artificial and cold, yet it seemed to work as the king gave a sad smile and patted his sons shoulder.

The feeding was certainly horrifying, but the shock of what had already transpired was enough to keep Henri in total silence as he observed with a dead pan expression.

There was an aura of shame circling him. He couldn't face her knowing what was just discussed.

Was Grace even really herself anymore? Or was the radiant young woman he'd fallen in love with already dead?

Following his father down the winding corridor and up the stone staircase, the prince kept his head down as thoughts buzzed around his conscious like angry bees.

Memories of their days and nights together flashed before his eyes. Surely, that was a life long gone. Nobody had any idea what the transformation would do to his beloved. Coming out of it, she may be a completely different person. That would make leaving easier.

Pained from the very idea, Henri made his way into the meeting room where the Ashdowne's and Calistoga's all had gathered.

Selena looked very pale and quickly questioned her husband on Grace's condition, but was met with a knowing silence. Nothing could be done.

The prince stood emotionless with the rest of his siblings. Luella stared up at her older brother sadly, but William couldn't even look at him knowing what he knew.
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 08, 2018, 10:43:46 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

The air was tight, it seemed. Victoire kept her head down and her jaw clenched. She felt angry, but never would she ever suspect her own child at play with such an attack. Petyr struggled to match the aura around him. Everyone felt sad and clueless. He found it difficult to hide his giddiness. Grace had finally been taken down, after years of favoritism. He was the first to speak.

"Please accept my condolences, Your Majesties," he hummed, entwining his fingers together over the table. "But I don't feel as though we have the time or resources to wait for Grace to snap out of this. If she snaps out of this." he murmured, casting his steely gaze across those who sat with him. It was haunting.

Norman was shaken to his core. He idolized his sister, and he leaned into his mother's shoulder whn she began to speak. "Condolences? We aren't burying her, Petyr, we're helping her and supporting her through this difficult time." Victoire sighed, shaking her head.

Edward let out a long, low sigh. "I agree with Petyr. We don't have time, and even as her parents, her fate does not lie with us. It rests among Selena and Alfred. Vampires are banned within city limits. Grace is breaking the law just by being here. We cannot possibly expect anything to go back to normal if Grace gets out of this. Depending on what Henri wants to do, I, Lord Calistoga, grant the King my full blessing to exterminate Grace." At his wife's shocked expression, he shook his head. "Grace's soul is dead, and her body has been taken over. Our Grace is gone and I don't want to wait around to see what becomes of the monster that's trapped downstairs."

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 08, 2018, 11:11:05 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri felt his heart stop and his blood run as cold as ice. So his suspicions were confirmed; or at least he thought they were. The chances of Grace walking away from this were slim to none at all.

He'd lost the only positive constant in his chaotic life.

A tragic numbness from his loss made Henri dull to the mentioning of execution. When his own weigh in was requested, the prince furrowed his brows in frustration.

"I will not sway the verdict either way. My feelings for your daughter have been made clear, Edward. Yet I understand the gravity of the situation. I will not comment. I am not the king here."

His words were full of a spiteful bitterness never before heard in his character. Luella flinched at his side and pointed her head down to hide the small tears forming in her eyes. As well as losing a family friend, she felt in some way she'd lost her brother.

"Do as you must. Good day."

And with that he exited the meeting room, slamming the door so hard behind him the picture frames shuttered on the wall.

Paying this act no mind, Henri made his way quickly up the stairs and into his room. Once behind closed doors, he collapsed on to the sofa where they'd been only days prior.

No sobs shook his body as he sat, staring into the lit fireplace with the same muteness from before. It was as though everything inside of himself had been turned off. His mind struggled to process the events yet to no relieving avail.
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 08, 2018, 11:22:03 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

To say that this was the most difficult decision Alfred has ever had to make as King was an understatement. Fighting hard to control the shaking in his voice, he bowed his head. "So be it. Grace Calistoga is to be executed by fire the evening before evacuations start. May God have mercy on that poor girl's soul," he muttered, standing up.

Victoire felt as though she couldn't breathe, but she did not object. Her husband was right and protesting it was only going to cause a bigger mess. When the meeting was dismissed, Petyr practically skipped up to Henri's room and allowed himself inside. Once in, he spotted Grace's nightgown folded neatly on Henri's desk.

"My Lord, you will get through this. Grace isn't as big a loss as you might think. You're so young, now you have... other bodies to explore. Grace... wasn't in love with you the way you were in love with her. She had many knights on her finger as well," he mumble hesitantly, definitely feeling out the prince. He sat next to him on the sofa in front of the fire and watched him.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 08, 2018, 11:39:00 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri didn't really react when he heard his door open. It was only a matter of time before someone decided to check on his well-being. He figured it was someone in his family, but when he turned his head to see Petyr, there was a twinge of surprise.

Listening to the other man's words caused a shock of pain to jolt his heart. It didn't surprise him as much as it hurt though. Grace was beautiful and the prince had personally witnessed many men turn their heads when she passed by.


That was the only sound he was capable of making right then. Had Grace just been stringing him along? It had been a great fear of his at the start of their relationship. He'd known women to fall in love with his status far before they fell in love with him. Yet he didn't peg her as that type.

"What are you implying? Was she sleeping with these men? I-I thought.."

His words drifted off into a tense silence.

"I don't know what I thought."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 08, 2018, 11:49:31 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Petyr was taken aback. He expected rage. To see the prince usually so passionate set his heart on fire. But there was no passion here, only dry acceptance. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "She never spent a night alone, is all I'm going to say," he murmured, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat. "You need to leave Grace for good. She didn't love you, she used you for sex. She told our mother about a pregnancy scare a few weeks ago.  She told her that she wasn't even going to tell you, especially when it came out false. Be careful who you sleep with, Your Highness." With that, he stood and left the room, a wicked smile flashing across his face. Outside, he met Will and nodded hastily. "Phase one is complete. He wants nothing to do with her."

Meanwhile, Grace was definitely returning to her old self. She sobbed quietly, still chained to the wall. Her skin was beginning to get irritated by the shackles, and vampire or not, they began to bleed. She had no idea what was waiting for her tomorrow night, or that her brother had just ruined her reputation.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 09, 2018, 01:01:25 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri didn't reply to Petyr, simply nodding in understanding as he got up from the couch and was exiting the room.

Sitting in silence for a moment, the prince considered what he'd just been told. Grace had used him. Be it for sex or a long term goal of influence, there was no doubt about it anymore.

Christ, he felt so stupid. As Henri sat brewing in his own misfortune, anger began to build up inside. How dare she seduce him like that. Had he not given her what she wanted? Apparently it wasn't enough.

In the heat of the moment, he swung himself off the couch and onto his feet. Into the hall he went with a look of fierce determination glowing in his eyes. Gone were the feelings of guilt. This execution would be for the best. She'd brought this all on herself.

Henri was able to enter the dungeon from a lesser known entrance with no guards. The two outside her cell were immediately dismissed by the prince. This outburst needed to happen alone. The less people that knew of this, the better.

When they left, he stared through the bars at Grace with a cold expression. Void of any sympathy, he narrowed his eyes in white hot anger.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

His voice was a bitter spat.

"Your brother has told me all about your other men. How dare you, Grace. I thought you loved me. I thought I loved you. Turns out you've done nothing but lie to me."

He laughed in anger, reeling himself back from the impulse to strike the metal bars in frustration.

"I will not be made a fool of by some street tramp such as yourself. You will do harm no longer. We've all discussed it. Windhelm has enough on it's plate than to deal with your kind."

Preparing to leave, he began to back away even more.

"Your execution date is set. The public will know nothing of what happened between us. As far as they're concerned, you were just another unfortunate loss. As if you deserve even that title."

Henri gave another chuckle, mind lost in the flow. He was talking out of anger and hurt. In hindsight, he didn't mean anything that spewed from his mouth just now.

"May God be with you. I've nothing left to say. Goodbye, Grace."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 09, 2018, 01:18:26 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

When she heard footsteps, Grace looked up, desperately. Her eyes were no longer the silvery dream that they usually were. They were a a frightening blood red color. The warmth of Grace had returned in them, however. To hear Henri call her such names and accuse her of such things caused more pain than her restraints. Then he mentioned Petyr and it all made sense.

"Petyr told you this? And you believed him?" she asked, very offended that he would even take the word of someone who had been sabotaging their relationship for years. "Have you taken the time to consider what you're actually accusing me of? If I remember correctly, you were my first! We had to wash your bedsheets ourselves so no one would be suspicious!" she hissed, tugging at her restraints. "I'm hurt that you don't trust me enough to actually verify everything he's said to you. I would never lie to you, and you know that," she breathed, turning away. When he mentioned execution, her stomach tightened. "What the hell am I being executed for? I have committed no crime!" she spat, locking her eyes with Henri's.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 09, 2018, 01:39:47 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri chuckled at her defenses spitefully. "What would Petyr have to gain in lying to me? Especially something of this degree. I don't know you as well as I thought, Grace. I don't know what you're capable of anymore."

His expression melted when she asked about the execution. This was a sensitive topic, as her crime was one not entirely her fault.

"Your crime is existence. Vampires are not permitted on our land. Especially with you being a newborn. We don't need that kind of instability while evacuating our subjects"

He made his way toward the exit, casting a slightly forlorn expression when he glanced back. With a sad sigh, he looked down.

"Even without knowledge of your infidelity, the decision was already made. I've no control over it any longer. Godspeed."

With that, the prince was gone. Even through his anger, her frightful words pierced his heart. What if she was telling the truth?

Off in the distance, Will watched his brother stumble out of the dungeon and slam the door behind him.

"I'm guessing that wasn't a very pleasant visitation."

The youngest prince chuckled as he observed Henri head back towards his room. "I've got to say, Petyr. Things have come along swimmingly. I'm impressed."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 09, 2018, 02:03:04 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace watched in defeat as the man she once thought of as her entire future left her in the darkness. So he was really okay with executing her? And he wasn't even going to try for justice? That didn't sound like Henri at all.

Upstairs, Petyr gave another wicked grin. "I agree. Henri has clearly made his decision about Grace. I doubt if he'll still want to take the throne, with or without her. Which leaves it to you," he purred, pulling the younger Prince back. "You know, with you as King, the two of us would be unstoppable. We'd have Henri at his knees, begging for mercy. Begging for me to love him," he sighed, cracking his knuckles.

Petyr got up and began to pace. "I want Grace tortured to death. Just mere fire won't do it for me. I want to watch that slut beg for forgiveness," he spat.

Meanwhile, Selena had heard Henri yelling and a door slamming. Dismissing the maid she was speaking to, she rushed to meet her son to find out what was going on. "Henri! What's going on?" she breathed, pulling him into a hug. It was clear he was distressed.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 10, 2018, 12:47:35 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

A small smile crept onto his face as Will leaned against the wall, watching Petyr pace in front of him. "We shall be. Since the day I was born, I've lived in my brothers shadow. With Henri gone, I will finally prove my worth to these peasants." He turned his head back towards the direction of the dungeon, eyes glowing with victory.

Finally, the pieces were falling into place. His place.

"You shall have your wish. I'll see to it."

Henri tensed when he heard his mother call for him. Her embrace was soothing, but it still didn't extinguish the fire in his heart. "Nothing is the matter. I'm just struggling to cope with what's transpired." The prince pulled away from Selena and chose to omit Grace's infidelity. The lesser people knew of his damaged pride, the better. "I'll be fine, mother. Our people are who we should be worrying about."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 10, 2018, 02:09:15 AM

Grace Elisabeth Calistoga

Petyr was very satisfied with the direction things were headed. Even more so when he overheard a conversation between Alfred and his parents.

”-a storm moving in. I’m moving the execution up to now. I want this over with so we can start preparing our people to evacuate before the storm,” Alfred tumbled quietly. He wore a sad look, but he knew what he had to do as long. He had to protect his people and his family first.

Curious, Petyr ran off to find Henri. ”My Prince! Did you hear they’re moving Grace’s execution up? Your father is on his way to retrieve her!” he sounded quite exhilarated, adrenaline beginning to pump through his body. With Grace officially out of the way, it was going to be a lot easier to knock Henri out of the running for the throne.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 11, 2018, 11:59:16 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri had been walking away from his mother when Petyr suddenly ran up to him, seemingly elated to share the haunting news. A twinge jolted his heart, making the prince very confused.

Grace had cheated on him multiple times. Why should he care about her fate?

"I see. Thank you for telling me."

The news had finally become all too real. As he fully considered the thought of having his former lover burned at the stake, a defiance suddenly grew in his heart.

"If you'll excuse me I believe I've actually forgotten something. I'll join everyone in a moment."

With that, Henri quickly walked away from eyesight. He knew his father and the guards would head towards the main entrance of the dungeon, so the prince went straight towards the one he'd used earlier.

Opening the heavy door, he slipped inside as silently as a mouse and headed towards the guards post. Although empty, their possessions still remained about. His eyes scanned around for the object he was looking for, and immediately dropped down to grab it.

A long chain of keys.

Thinking about Grace being killed, even regardless of the things she'd done to him, was too much to bare. He loved her in spite of himself. He still loved her enough to commit a heavy act of treason against his own family.

Henri bolted to the direction of Grace's cell, immediately unlocking it and heading inside.

"Don't question me. Just stay silent and follow my lead."

There was much time to communicate with her as he unfastened her restraints and helped her forward.

"We've got to leave. They're looking for you and soon me as well."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 12, 2018, 02:17:18 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace inhaled sharply as her restraints came undone. She definitely had questions, but she obeyed Henri quietly. It wasn't until footsteps were heard that a fresh wave of panic came over her. She knew what this was about. Henri had mentioned execution, and this must be what it's about- otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry.

They escaped out of sight just in time. Alfred and his guards burst into the dungeons and rounded the corner to catch a glimpse of the corner of Grace's gown disappear behind the wall exiting the dungeon. The two ran and ran, and they didn't look back. They didn't speak until they were safely on horseback, riding off as quickly as they could.

Alfred narrowed his eyes knowingly. "Search for that boy and that fugitive and don't come back until you find them," he hissed, whipping around and stalking off.

Grace's breath was shaky. "Henri, you need to know that I am innocent of everything Petyr accused me of. You asked what his gain would be in lying like that? His gain is to watch me go down. He would rather die and go down kicking than see me rise to power next to you. He loves you," she breathed, looking at her infected wrists. No wonder most people died in the dungeons before they could be released.

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: BABS on November 12, 2018, 11:09:42 PM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Escaping proved to be more of a challenge than first expected. Henri had ushered Grace out the exit just as the guards had entered. The two ran off, eventually jumping into horseback to put as much distance between themselves and the castle as possible.

For awhile, a tense silence broken only by the thump of hoof steps filled the air. There was much to be said, and he knew it.

As Grace explained herself, it pained him to realize that she made a good case.

"I don't know what to think right now. Everybody has been in my head lately. I just.. I can't handle it anymore."

He gripped the reigns of his steed tightly, but his eyes glanced over at her wrists. The prince sighed in irritation.

"There may be something for first aid in my saddlebag. It's not much, but it'll do. Let's stop up here and catch our breaths."
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on November 13, 2018, 06:14:37 PM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace watched him warily. She was responsive to his every move, all of his body language. Sh was nervous he wouldn't see things to her eye. She was scared she would take Petyr's side, again. "I don't need first aid, it's not like this will kill me," she grumbled, pulling her horse to a stop. The large black stallion was clearly in distress as he came to a halt.

Grace took Henri's words into consideration. "You are a prince, Henri, and not just any prince, you are the prince. You're the Crown Prince. You can't be so easily influenced by others. What if you had done that as King and someone appealed to you just the right way and you let them go? What if that person was a mass murderer, a threat to Windhelm?" she spat in irritation, sliding off her horse. She dusted herself off and examined her wrists. They looked better in the daylight than they had in those dark dungeons. "If you don't want to be with me anymore, fine. If you're going to actually take Petyr's word for this, fine. I've lost my only defense against him. I can't give you children anymore. And there is no way the people would respect me as their Queen. Not after this," she huffed, turning away to guide her horse to a tree to tie his reigns.

"I won't hold it against you if you decide to leave. Or even if you decide to hand me over to the authorities. I am breaking the law, and for that I must be punished. If your father deems that fire is the appropriate way to go, then so be it."

Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: henri on January 18, 2019, 04:00:59 AM

Henri Earl Ashdowne

Henri scoffed at her words bitterly. "Easy for you to say, isn't it? Especially to the person who just saved your life. You're welcome, by the way."

He turned from her to fiddle around with the strap on his horse, letting the harshness of his words weight the air around them. The rest of her rant blurred into mush inside his throbbing head, and the fact that he was able to understand even some of it was a miracle.

"You're blind, Grace. This isn't about children or the throne. I couldn't care less if those were at stake. I wanted you. I loved you. I thought you were using me. Perhaps I overreacted, and rest assured that I'll be the first to admit it."

He cut himself off, fully aware that his words were a massive understatement. He was practically shaking at this point, becoming increasingly frantic.

"But you have to understand what I've been feeling and going through. Put yourself in my place."

He sighed roughly and mimed her actions by tying his own horse up.

"No matter. You wouldn't understand. We're both fugitives now. Turning back would be suicide in more ways than one. Have it your way, Grace. I'll leave on my own if you so wish."

The emotions that had been playing through him had drained all at once. His face held nothing but exhausted neutrality as he stared back at her.
Title: Re: queen of the angels [p]
Post by: grace on January 18, 2019, 04:46:01 AM

grace elisabeth calistoga

Grace didn't look at him, tightening the reins on her horse. "Don't be so dim, Henri," she growled, cutting him off. "I know how hard this has been on you. Your kingdom is falling apart. And you're in a position where you can only do so much. But I know you are a lot stronger than what you've been giving off lately. You are a stronger man than to let the likes of Petyr get into your head!" Her voice steadily grew louder as she became more frustrated. She whipped around, eyeing him up and down. "Do not flatter yourself over releasing me. Lord knows what your father will do to us once we step foot in Astyre's limits. I only pray King Merlin has some sense of mercy," she sighed, looking away.

The young woman was as worn down as anyone. Henri was right, the war had drained everyone, even those not on the battlefield. Her family was suffering just as much as his. They were not any safer than the royal family. "I heard you and your father talking. This is about children, and this is about the throne. He does not care for me or for my fate. He told you that if you choose me, you choose to give up the throne. And I'm not going to ask you to choose me."A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. "What are we to do? We have no supplies, no food, you don't have a cloak or a sword," she mumbled, leaning against the tree, watching him. Upon further thought, Grace gave up the cloak he had lent her the night before. It was his, after all, and she didn't feel the cold anymore. The two did the best they could and when they silently reached the border of Astyre, Grace braced herself.

They were boldly within a half mile of the city when yelling guards caused the two to stop. "Halt! Identify yourselves!" one guard yelled, drawing his sword. Grace took a shaky breath. This was her problem, not Henri's. "Lady Grace Calistoga and Prince Henri Ashdowne," she announced, a small quiver to her voice. Almost instantly, Grace felt herself being dragged off her horse. "You are under arrest by the authority of King Merlin," the guard growled, having a backup take her other arm. A third guard turned to the prince. "The Royal families are awaiting your arrival in the Throne Room. I will escort you there," he nodded, urging his own horse forward after taking the reins to Grace's.

Grace was taken into the throne room, same as Henri. But Henri wasn't bound. He was able to walk freely into the loving embrace of his mother. Grace's own mother stood to the side of the room, avoiding eye contact with her daughter. Next to her, Petyr wore a wicked grin, as if this had gone better than any plan he could have conjured up. Better than instant death? A long road of humiliation and loss of dignity on Grace's part.

Grace was thrown down at Merlin's feet, who stood, towering above her. "I understand you are in quite a bit of trouble, young lady. You are a wanted fugitive of Windhelm. A criminal. That makes you a criminal of Astyre, do you understand me? I do not know you in the way the Ashdowne family knows you, so perhaps that will make this process a little easier. I will allow King Alfred to sentence you as he pleases, and it will be carried through quickly and efficiently. We have much larger things to take care of than deal with you longer than we have to." his voice rumbled throughout the room, sparing no pair of ears for what was about to happen. Grace just stared at the floor. She had committed no crime. She was the one attacked, and she was the one being punished for it?

Alfred cleared his throat from his point, standing near his family. "I have reason to believe that you have bewitched my son to do your bidding. To release you. Therefore, Henri will go unpunished. I am not quite sure what I am going to do with you yet, but rest assured, My Lady, it will not be pleasant. You will yearn for your mortal life," he threatened, placing a hand over the golden hilt of the sword worn at his waist. Grace only stared at the hard stone floor beneath her. She didn't try to stand, for she felt too exhausted. She also felt that either king could strike her down if she dared stand now. "Have you anything to say for yourself, Grace?" Alfred continued. He looked hurt.

Grace wasn't going to say anything, until it all came to the surface.
"How can you stand there and openly blame me for this?" she growled lowly, starting to sit up. "The Ashdownes are a second family to me, they have been for almost twenty one years. Have you no faith in me? Selena?" she breathed, hoisting herself up. "I'm not sure what hurts more, my body, or the fact that the person I love, and everyone else, has turned on me when I needed them the most. I had no control over Henri, and to think that is absolutely ridiculous. He did what he did because he had a shred of sense left in him after my brother, who- for years has been dedicated to my downfall, talked him into an absolute pile of rubbish," she snarled. Merlin cleared his throat loudly. "You will do well to watch your tongue in the presence of your superiors!"