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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #30 on: October 15, 2018, 04:43:04 PM »

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Henri couldn't help but recall his mother's words.

"A light dinner."

Ah yes. Light for a giant, perhaps. The table spread before them was adorned with dishes such as butter beans, corn, baked potatoes, every vegetable known to man, and so many options for dessert he wondered if there was any sugar left in the kingdom. The crown jewel of the display was by far the roasted turkey, sat center of it's side dishes with a perfect red hue.

"Mother-" He scoffed with a good natured look in his eyes. "Oh hush now, most of this was soon to go bad if we didn't use it." Selena waved a hand to dismiss her son's light mockery.

Alfred waved them over to the table and the young prince seated himself, pulling the chair out beside him to offer Grace.

"Hear hear. Tonight, we are to honor the bravery of your young souls. This feast will give you the energy needed to go forth with such a challenging journey. Selena and I are very proud of you both."

And thus began the feast. A few servants entered the room with drinks, offering them to the family and their guest, who was slowly becoming apart of that as well. Henri chose a fine red wine from it's ancient looking bottle. Well, the more aged the better it is, right?

~~


When the dinner had concluded, it was time to finally rest for a few hours before taking off into the comfort of night. The sky was beginning to turn a dark blue as the beginning of sunset was settling across the land.

Queen Selena turned from the window and gave a nod to dismiss them. "Rest well, my dears. You have quite the adventure laid out for you. Alfred and I will see you off when it is time."

Henri stood from his chair and offered a tired smile Grace's way. "I can show you to your room if you'd like."


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #31 on: October 15, 2018, 05:52:26 PM »

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Grace smiled sweetly, standing up next to him. She likely wouldn’t get more than two hours of sleep, but perhaps the cold wind that was to come would help clear her mind. She bid the King and a queen many thanks and allowed herself to be escorted by Henri. Once they were alone, she spoke:
”Thank you for everything today. For the escort, for the support,” she smiled, glancing over at him.


//soooo sorry for the short post, there will be more to work with in the next one!


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #32 on: October 15, 2018, 06:42:42 PM »

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//No prob at all! Trust me I understand aha~

As the two exited the dining hall and made their way to Grace's room, the prince was going over a final check list in his mind. This event would be the biggest in his life thus far, and possibly ever.

Henri smiled softly at her words. "You don't have to thank me for anything. I think the two of us make a pretty good team. This journey will definitely be an interesting one."

He wrung his hands nervously as they got to her door. "I will see you soon, Grace. Rest well."

~~

After that, the royal made his way further down the hall to where his own room was located. His mother had already spoken to the right people, so no arrangements needed to be made beforehand.

When in his room, Henri practically collapsed on top of his bed. His fingers eagerly went up to touch his face where the injuries were located. Although there was a definite bruise, it really wasn't as bad as he feared it would be.

The young prince removed his shoes and nestled himself under his covers. The dying last casted an eery glow across his dark velvet room. His eyelids grew surprisingly heavy as he traced the figures carved into the wooden trimming along the ceiling. Before he could think twice, the comfort of sleep overpowered him.

~~

A soft knock made him jump awake.

"My Lord, forgive me, but it's time."

Henri arose from his soft bed and sat on the edge groggily. The thought of the journey ahead began to truly sink in, and his sleepiness faded into a nervous adrenaline.

"Yes, I'm on my way. Thank you. You are dismissed."

When the door closed he sprang upwards and dressed himself properly for the long road(?or sky idfk) ahead. A prepacked travel bag was set on the floor by his bed, and he grabbed it on his way out the door.

Servants were rushing around on all sides, trying to prepare every last detail. The prince went practically unnoticed as he made his way into the main hall near the front doors. He saw his Mother standing anxiously in the center, her fingers drawn to her face as she stared out the window. She gave her son a quick glance and a half smile. Her eyes drew back outside, where Henri could now see that it had a perfect view of two magnificent hippogriffs being prepared for travel. Saddlebags full of supplies were hooked to their sides.

"Where's father?"

"Outside. Making sure everything is going to plan. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

He stared down the entrance of the main hall, awaiting the appearance of Grace.

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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #33 on: October 15, 2018, 06:54:27 PM »

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Grace didn't sleep a wink. She was up, pacing. In the last hour before departure, she had braided her lovely hair and flung it over one shoulder. She wore riding clothes, the clothes she had tailored specifically for her riding lessons, thus they were very comfortable and very travel-friendly. She attached the sheath of the sword to her belt before entering the sword itself. Going over to her desk, she picked out a locket necklace she had brought from Calistoga Manor. It was from her mother. Grace looked it over for a moment before fastening it securely around her neck. Lady Grace Carlisle. It seemed an immense honor to be given her mother's title, and she wondered how the Queen might feel about it. She wondered if she even knew Henri had stripped Edward of his Lordship.

 
Grabbing her own pack, she headed out the door and down the long, grand corridor. The elegance the Queen radiated attracted her down the hallway, ensuring her she was going the right way. A subtle smile came across her face as she saw Henri patiently watching for her. It was flattering, to say the least. She approached them and gave a bit of a shaky sigh. She felt weird not being in a gown.


"Good evening, Your Highnesses," she dipped her head, dipping into a small bow. Formalities weren't so strict here in this situation, but Grace knew she still needed to show respect to her authorities.


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #34 on: October 15, 2018, 08:46:54 PM »

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Henri perked up when he saw Grace enter the hall. The same twinge from before pulled in his heart when she addressed them formally and bowed, but he pushed it aside to give a respectable nod.

"Good evening," Both royals responded in slight unison.

The main door opened, and the unmistakable silhouette of the King stepped through with several servants at his side, pouring back into the castle as they went about their usual duties. "The hippogriffs are ready and packed with supplies. You may leave at any time." His voice was heavy, but ready for what the journey would bring.

"So the time has now come. I beg of you both, please be careful. If at any point you feel endangered just turn back." Queen Selena approached the duo, nervously playing with her fingers. "With that aside, I want to thank you two one last time. This is a great honor you're doing for your kingdom." She rested both her hands on the young ones shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly. She was having trouble putting aside the motherly instinct to protect, but for the good of Windhelm it had to be done.

Taking in a deep breath, Henri faced Grace. "Well then, are you ready?"

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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #35 on: October 15, 2018, 08:57:35 PM »

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Grace couldn't help but lean into the Queen's body for a hug. She needed it, badly. She took a deep breath and pulled away, turning to Henri. A small smile coming across her face, her tiredness was apparent. "Ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. I'm ready to save our kingdom," she marked, turning to leave alongside Henri. With one last glance at Alfred and Selena, she followed the Prince out to the hippogriffs.

To be up close to a creature like that... Grace's breath caught in her throat. It was unbelievable. She held out a hand to stroke the beast's feathers on its head, which it seemed to welcome, leaning into it, much like a cat leans into being petted. Grace absolutely could not help but smile at these amazing creatures. Even with all the turmoil, she was able to stop and appreciate it all sometimes. Sometimes that was all she needed to get through the day.

She mounted her hippogriff carefully, adjusting the sword so as to not spook the animal. Once mounted, she took her same blue cloak and fastened it around her neck. She knew it was likely to be freezing, especially in the sky, raining, at night. A part of her hoped that she would be sharing a hippogriff with Henri, but came to the definite conclusion that two were better than one. "If we die tonight, just know that I love you," she joked to Henri to alleviate some of the tension.


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #36 on: October 15, 2018, 09:23:44 PM »

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Henri gave a last goodbye to his parents before exiting his home aside Grace. The air was frigid tonight, and he was grateful when he saw his scarlet cloak beside what he presumed to be his hippogriff.

When approaching the creature, his mimicked the others action by reaching out to gently stroke it's feathers. It chirped happily, and nuzzled his hand. He chuckled lightly and grabbed ahold of the reins. Although the hippogriff was quite a bit taller than what he was used to seeing in a horse, the mount was surprisingly easy and he settled quickly.

Henri scanned the sadle bags to assure everything was in it's place, but something quite obviously set him back. A long black sword was attached to the bags in it's sheath. He'd expected to see his own sword, not this. The gleaming red gem atop the handle practically served as a mirror, reflecting back his shocked face.

It was his great grandfather's sword.

The one that was constantly displayed above the fireplace of his father's study, set to never be touched or disturbed. It was here now. He'd been given one of the most important pieces of his heritage. His great grandfather had been a fierce warrior, feared throughout the land. His sword was his biggest symbol. Seeing it so suddenly made his heart swell with fierce determination. They were going to succeed.

Perhaps it was the combined shock of seeing such a wonderful momento and hearing Grace's words, but for the first time in a long time, a genuine unforced laugh came from the prince. He was full of glee and giddy to be on his way.

"You know what? I love you too, my Lady Grace."

He backed the hippogriff up enough for the beast to catch a good running start, and they took to the sky.


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #37 on: October 15, 2018, 09:42:35 PM »

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Grace quickly followed suit. Henri's sudden burst of motivation and power certainly inspired her. The air was definitely just as cold as she suspected it would be. Piercing cold air whipped around them, and Grace actually found it incredibly difficult to breathe. In order to get to a safety point, they had to raise above the clouds to eliminate any chances of being detected. Grace certainly braced herself. Her braid had come undone and her warm, dark chocolate colored hair flowed freely behind her. She had to admit, it was definitely a liberating feeling. Her hippogriff soared past Henri's, and in that moment, she was just having fun.


They flew for hours before the sun began to make itself visible. Following lead, Grace knew they had to land to allow their hippogriffs to rest and they could eat. Once they touched down, Grace was a bit wobbly dismounting her ride. She stretched luxuriously, tussling her hair a bit before waiting for Henri's next move.

 As she tuned to get into the supply satchels attached to her hippogriff, she was twirled into the hold of someone who had her in a choke hold, a blade pressed a little too comfortably to her throat. It had happened so quickly that Grace felt as if she were about to have a heart attack. Accomplices made themselves visible through the trees, making it quite clear that they were surrounded.


 "Money!" they barked to Henri, pushing him to the ground. Grace watched, wide-eyed that for once, her Prince was virtually powerless here


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #38 on: October 15, 2018, 10:30:34 PM »

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Everything seemed to happen in a flash.

When they landed, a still excitable but considerably more exhausted Henri went to retrieve something for his hippogriff to eat when the sound of a blade being drawn made him whirl around.

Just as he had time to take in what had happened, strong arms shoved him into the ground. "Money!" The man demanded.

They were some kind of bandits. Even if they were law abiding citizens, Henri's authority did not reach into this region. He was as good as a commoner out here.

"Look, we don't have any gold, but take whatever you want. Just let her go, please."

Despite his struggle to stay somewhat calm, there was a definite tremor in the prince's voice as he rose back to his feet, eyes trained on the one holding Grace.

The bandit considered his words for a moment, and moved over to dig through the satchels of Grace's hippogriff. A tense few moments followed as he picked what he wanted, as though it was a shopping spree rather than a robbery. Not long after moving to Henri's bags did the man's eyes light up.

And a hand went straight for the black sword.

"No!" A flash of stupidity made the prince dart forward and grab the others wrist. The bandit snatched his arm back, and a dagger that he'd had in his hand sliced straight across the boys chest and through his arm. A cruel laugh exploded from the criminal as the prince went back onto the ground, his hand grasping at the injuries.

"And what came across your thick skull to think that was a good idea?"

Henri could not respond outside of a wheeze. The cut was deep, but not enough to stop him from climbing back to his feet slowly.

"Mmhm. Stay where you are this time."

Moving away from the hippogriffs, the bandit set his cold stare on Grace, and a wicked smile spread across his face as he moved inappropriately closer to the girl.

"Alright, son. I'll let you keep your sword, but only after I have my way with your girl here-"

He barely had time to finish his sentence before Henri lunged again, struggling to disarm the criminal and take his dagger. Something whistled through the air and a sharp burning pain exploded from his left shoulder. An accomplice had fired an arrow and it hit.

This time, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, he didn't go down. The prince stumbled back and unsheathed his great grandfather's sword from where it lay.

The bandit couldn't react before the blade shot through his throat. He collapsed onto the ground, convulsing violently as his death was sealed- choking on his own blood.

Henri backed away and quickly pointed the blade at Grace's captors skull.

"Leave. All of you. Before I kill him, too."

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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #39 on: October 15, 2018, 10:58:19 PM »

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Grace gasped and cried out several times while they kicked and pushed Henri about. To see him being cut open, even mildly, was enough to instantaneously send tears down her face, begging for mercy. "Let him go, please, I'll give you anything you want-" she pleaded. Of course, a little fun hadn't crossed her mind when the other bandit suggested it.

The color drained from her face, but if she had learned one thing from going through it all before: fighting gets you nowhere. The man is always stronger and usually, more prepared to kill. So she didn't protest. But, Henri did and he was shot for it. Grace began to struggle madly in her captor's arms, begging to be let go.

When Henri stood up and killed her assailant, the others immediately backed off. Grace was released and she stumbled to the ground trying to run to Henri, embracing him heavily while he continued to fend off the bandits. At the sight of their now-dead leader, the group disappeared into the trees, leaving two hippogriffs, two stunned nobles, and a corpse.

"Henri," she breathed, leaning into him gently. She stepped back to examine his wounds and decide what to do. Instinctively, she tore off a piece of fabric from her attacker's clothing and began to wrap up his hand, and at least stop the blood from surfacing. Now she had to worry about his shoulder and chest.


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #40 on: October 15, 2018, 11:32:36 PM »

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Henri watched with scorned eyes as the bandits slowly began to dissolve back into the woods. The throbbing in his upper body began to finally settle in, and it took all his will power to keep from blacking out there and then.

When Grace rushed to embrace him, he wrapped his arms around her defensively. When the weakness from the large amount of blood loss got to be overpowering, he slowly lowered both of them to the ground.

Her gentle touches soothed his pain, but he still reached over and grasped the arrow sticking out from his shoulder.

This was gonna hurt, but he knew what needed to be done.

Being as quick as possible, he pushed it out the exit wound, snapped off the head itself, and pulled the body of the arrow out.

A long string of curses that would make a sailor blush followed through his process, but it was soon over and he struggled to sit himself upright.

With the cloth pressed against his wound to stop the bleeding, Henri rested his head on his hand to let himself breath for a moment and try to deal with the pain. His unoccupied hand went towards Grace's hand with concern clouding his warm brown eyes.

"I'm.. I'm fine. Did they hurt you? Are you okay?"


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #41 on: October 16, 2018, 12:00:42 AM »

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Grace paused, meeting his warm brown gaze with her own steely gray one. "Yes, I-I'm okay, just... shaken up a bit. I panicked," she mumbled, helping to support him. She knew he must be in tremendous amounts of pain and as soon as he got the arrow out of his shoulder, she used her favorite cloak to wrap it, ensuring that it would not become infected. Her very shaky hands tucked strands of hair behind her ears- and then he grabbed one of her hands.

She felt an instant heat wave rush to her face, but she more than happily welcomed it. "They didn't hurt me, but.. I knew what they were after, and I was prepared to give it to them if it meant I could spare you from injury, which, I have failed," she shook her head, looking down. "I am beneath you. I am supposed to give my life for yours, and you have my word that I would do it in a heartbeat. Any rapist or any murderer could come stomping through these woods, and I would be honored to take that fall if it meant protecting you. You are my Prince, my Lord, and I am here to serve and assist you on this very important journey. I know not many details were discussed in the map room because things got hectic, but when it comes down to it, I was born to serve you, and I do so happily."

She went over to the hippogriffs and fed them each quickly before grabbing their food supplies and siting down next to him. "I meant what I said when we departed Windhelm. I love you, and I'm not going to get in the way of your future, of your destiny. You will rule someday, and hopefully I can learn to live my life." She took a loaf of bread wrapped in a warm cloth and spread it out in front of them, adding blueberries and strawberries to the mix.

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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #42 on: October 16, 2018, 12:56:59 AM »

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Henri turned pink when Grace touched him, but distracted himself with his wounds. However, when she began to talk and express her emotions, his head snapped up.

"No. Don't you dare say things like that. Grace, I know of my title and I know what it make people think, but please don't consider yourself beneath me. Not you of all people."

Sitting had let him slowly regain some strength, and he climbed to his feet.

"I would never wish that fate upon anyone, you least of all. If it came down to me or you, I'd give my life in an instant. I'd fight until my last breath for you."

Leaning against the hippogriff for physical stability, he continued in spite of himself. "I was lucky to be born into my family. That's all it was, luck. I haven't done one damn noble thing in my life. My father is a great King and my mother is a wonderful Queen, but all I am to Windhelm is a paper pusher. You owe me nothing, and it pains me to hear you speak that way."

His insecurities about his status in the family bloodline was very apparent. Every part of him wished he'd an older sibling. Someone who could take this burden away. But alas, it had to be he who was crowned King.

"Please know, Grace, that you've not done me any disservice. In fact, it is I who owes you." In any other instance, the prince would never speak this way. It was challenging to get him to speak at all, but the pint up emotions inside his busy mind had finally reached a breaking point.

"I have a confession to make. I too meant what I said in Windhelm. I love you. I don't want to live a life without you. Without your presence, there is no future. Please, Grace."

With that, he pushed himself off the hippogriff and quickly pulled her closer, lifted the girls chin with the crook of his finger, and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Henris heart was practically bursting. His hand caressed her cheek, but he pulled away sheepishly.

"Forgive me. I couldn't control myself."

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« Reply #43 on: October 16, 2018, 01:17:23 AM »

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Shock was all Grace was able to display, but- she leaned into it. She welcomed it with a new kind of fire that had fueled her speech before. She had been raised to speak only when spoken to, and say nothing more, especially around the royals- and now, she was kissing one? Grace took a deep breath when Henri pulled away, but she happily supported him, knowing he wasn't in a state to do much else today.


"I don't want you to think that way. You are barely older than I am, and I haven't accomplished anything noble either. Except throw my father in prison. You are on the single most noble journey any Prince your age could make. You accepted the responsibility of every life in Windhelm so that you could find them a safe place to go while the war plays itself out. That's astronomically noble, Henri. You can't put yourself down like this," she breathed, moving close to him again.

 "I would be so incredibly honored to serve alongside you rather than underneath you. You should never worry about being King, and doubting your own abilities is an insult to your parents. They are the greatest set of monarchs Windhelm has ever seen, and I am so lucky to have met their son, a combination of both of them. I am so excited to see where you take our great country as King," she spoke softly, giving him the highest degree of praise she could muster. It was quite clear that Grace held a lot of passion and she finally felt comfortable enough to set it free. "We are going to rest up a bit, and go talk to Astyre tonight. They have been warned ahead of time that we are coming. We will make arrangements and return home and take a massive weight off your parents' shoulders. We will evacuate and we will fight for our home. We've got this," she purred, cupping his cheek with her free hand.


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Re: when doves cry / private
« Reply #44 on: October 16, 2018, 02:31:49 AM »

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Henri smiled warmly at her words. "Thank you for saying those things. I suppose got carried with my ranting, so for that I do apologize." For a few brief moments, the royal realized the pain in his shoulder had subsided quite a lot. It wouldn't last long, however, and he knew just that.

"Yes. With you serving with me, I shall have no fear of taking my place at their throne."

The thought of being able to rest sounded like the world's most valuable luxury at the time. The cool feeling of her touch on his red face made him smile once more and he nodded, looking into her eyes as he had never done to another soul before. "We can and we shall."

»»

A few hours after they had pitched the tent and laid to rest, Henri awoke naturally feeling quite sore but otherwise refreshed. He'd been lucky enough that the arrow didn't pierce anything vital, and the dagger hadn't been able to dig too deep. With proper cleaning, the wounds would heal on their own and leave the young prince with an interesting series of scars.

Ah well, at least he'd have a story to tell to his children, if he had any.

Propping himself up on his good arm, he stared outside where night was beginning to fall yet again. The bulk of the travel had been done yesterday, and with luck they'd be able to make it to Astyre by morning.

With a small yawn, he climbed from the tent and walked over to the corpse of the bandit. He'd almost forgotten this guy existed.

Rifling through the dead man's pockets revealed a small sack of gold, a lovely silver ring with a ruby jewel, and the same dagger that had given the prince his injuries. Henri gathered both his findings and the supplies that were almost taken from them and began to load the travel bags back up.