Catherine~

I do not romanticise common life. The labors of others, less fortunate than myself, pay for my food, my clothing, the jewels I wear. It isn’t fair, and it might not be right, but it is the way of the world, and it is not my place to change it. I do what I can, and what I must, to protect the people I serve. I negotiate, I trade, I smile and I give. War may come, and we must be prepared. Today an “advisor” is returning from the south. He was sent to listen to news, to make friends, to connect himself well. It pays to have eyes and ears everywhere. I hope to arrange a meeting with the Southern Queen, or one of her daughters. Perhaps a friendship could save both countries. Either way, I will do what it takes to make sure my people survive. In a few moments, I am meeting with a Dwarf, a blacksmith, who might be able to supply me with superior weapons. I have prepared myself for this meeting in both body and mind. Everything, from the heavy stones I wear around my neck, to my careful study of Dwarven greetings, is for his benefit. The Dwarves have sworn to fight with me, but enchanted weapons would be a great help. But I forget myself. Self reflection has its place, but it’s time to face the music. I gather myself, and step into my audience chamber.

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I’m am so so sorry for not posting sooner. Saint or Mei, if either of you would like the blacksmith she’s meeting with be your charrie, that’s fine, but it could be some random person too. If anyone wants to join in the near future, that’s fine.

Nénara~

I tip toe through the kitchen, careful that my slient steps on the cold stone floor don't make a noise. If Cook saw me, she would report me to Mother.

I heave open the heady wooden door in the back that leads to the stables, and wince as it makes a large creaking sound. But I'm safe.

Slipping through the doorway, I'm gone with a flash, and my shoes splash the puddles from the rainfall last night. I run for the stables, and within a matter of seconds, it comes into my sight.

I pass all of the other stables but go to Súreth's, and I peak through his stable. His head looks down at mine, and I stroke the white blaze on his otherwise brown and black coat.

"Let's go, Súr."

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My cloak and hood fly in the wind as Súr goes soaring through the hills. We have to reach the border. It's time that I saw the world mother was protecting me from.

The wind starts to get warmer, but it still maintains a small chill. The leaves are starting to turn vibrant colours of red, orange, yellow, and brown, and the trees form a path for Súr and I.

I look up towards a small but high enough mountain where there is a tree line. That's where the border is. Oh, mother would kill me! But I don't care.

Súr flows like the wind up the small mountain, and before I can anticipate it, the tree line is right before my eyes. I pat his side and leap down, feeling him trail behind me.

My eyes widen at the thought of there being more on the other side. Walking towards the border with Súr behind me, I feel the trees in the border, and then swing the vines aside to enter the small forest. I loom behind and smirk as Súr's head ducks and he whinnies at the small vine that brushes past his head.

I grab his reins and continue to walk through the small space made by the covering vines, but soon I am in a dark and dense forest. Just when I think I can't see anything, suddenly light explodes from the other side as I uncover another vine.

I gasp at the sight. A castle lies ahead, but much farther ahead. If I go down the hill and ride a bit, I will soon reach the village which lays before the castle.

I look towards Súr and he tosses his mane.

"You're right Súr," I gasp. The sight...it's just marvelous. "Let's see what Mother has been hiding from us." 

I forgot to mention that Farli has a beard at times - he goes off and on, sometimes wanting a big long scraggly one, sometimes wanting a clean-shaven face, so he's usually just all stubble.

Farli~

I snatch my grimy apron off of its hook, tying it around my neck in well-practiced movements. The Queen is scheduled to arrive today, but I still have a few hours. I will make her a weapon she simply can't refuse.

The forge was abandoned overnight, and I quickly pump the bellows to alight the sparks settled on worn-down wood, throwing new logs for them to grasp on to. Already I'm scanning the walls and tables for the perfect metal, running through a list of spells in my mind.

I settle on the most complicated one I know - a sword that can shoot lightening out of its tip. The magic won't be very strong, as I rarely use this spell, but it will be effective. All I need is a metal that can conduct electricity.

Soon I'm pounding away, honing the edges to perfection. I think others have arrived, but I'm too deep in concentration to care. The sword cannot be messed up; it must be fit for the queen.

Finally, I sit back to let it cool, wiping off my face with a dirty rag. That won't help my appearance; hopefully the queen does not expect too much from a bunch of blacksmiths. 

As I catch my breath, somebody stumbles into the room. "The queen is here! Queen Beatrice has arrived!"

@Mirax: Since my charrie is part of the rebel uprising, I need something to go off of.

Do you mind making Beatrice more flawed and corrupt? 

Maeve~

I stare into the window, concentrating on my target. He's a middle aged man, not incredibly high in status but it's enough, for he has the nicest house in the neighborhood. He's having dinner with his family, relaxing.

He's my old boss. What a coincidence that someone paid me to kill him. Not really surprised, since he's the chief of a league of assassins. What? Do you think I would be hesitant to kill this man because I know him? I did like him when I was working for him, but I was paid a lot to do this so I'm going to do this.

This man is very paranoid, which means it's going to take a lot to kill him with poisons. He gets a servant to drink and eat everything before him, which means I had to do this after this happened. However, I have a plan.

The sun beginning to set. My friend should have already started.

"Ay! Over here!" My target's eyebrows raise in surprise. I smile to myself. Not surprised that James went about doing it this way. "You killed my entire family and you deserve to rot!"

The family looks over to the left window, where my friend should be placed. Now. I take out my slingshot and throw the colorless poison into his wine cup.

"Joseph? What was that all about?" Boss' wife shifts nervously. She doesn't know her husband's job, of course.

"N-nevermind that, honey." Boss looks back at his food and motions for his servant. "Please take care of him." The servant nods.

"He was probably some rotten peasant thinking he can ruin our meal. Well, he can't!" Boss raises his cup and drinks from it heartily. Then proceeds to fall onto the floor.

I run away, The distant screams of the wife growing faint. Now, I must take my reward.

* * *

I step into my client's house. Like boss, he's well off, with a fireplace burning plentifully and a mantel of gold. 

"I thank you for getting rid of him," We sit at his dining table. He had sent his family to bed a little while ago. "I was in debt to him, and he had threatened to kill me."

"My gold," I cut to the chase, my foot tapping impatiently.

"Yes yes yes, but before that, let's eat," He grins and raises his food to his mouth. Suspicious, I leave my food on my plate.

"Sir, I really need to go soon, so could you just give me my money so I can leave your family in peace?" I snap. He frowns.

"But then I wouldn't be able to do this," Suddenly, I feel myself being pulled out of my chair. A cloth covered in a light pink liquid reaches my mouth. I feel my vision blur and I fall to the ground.

"The Queen will thank me later. I have caught the most well-known criminal in the entire kingdom."

Then, I black out.

* * *

I guess if no one will play Nénara and Morrigan's mother, than I will.

Nénara~

The North is a beautiful place, but not as prosperous as the South. Walking through the village to make sure that my face is concealed, I notice that many blame the South for destroying some of their feilds. Then they diss my mother, and even insult my older sister who is next in line. I scowl and continue to walk through the stone streets, where some look at me curiously, and others don't even lift their heads. But I like it that way. No one will notice me.

I look ahead towards the castle. I want to go there so badly, but I do not want to because I obviously cannot. I cannot be noticed or seen. In fact, I should probably head back now.

Guilt and regret fills my mind, but my heart screams for more adventure and more of a chance to explore the North. But I decide I do not want to suffer the rath of mother.

As soon as I turn around, I run straight into a young woman, and looking up, I see her pale skin and long brown hair and realise it's the Queen of Northern Feredel.

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Name: Henriette Annala Rundalos, Queen of Southern Feredel, Elven Kingdom Ally, Signer of the Treaty of Division, Descendant of the Kings of Federel, Knight of the Purple Army 

Age: 37

Gender: F

Species: Human

Appearance: Hazelnut brown hair that is sliky and long, always up somehow, but it usually has a braid within the hairstyle. She has pale skin and has a pretty appearance, and has piercing blue eyes. She always has her head up high but doesn't look down at her people. Her mouth is small, along with her nose, and she is thin isn't tall but isn't short―so she's somewhere in the middle. Her favourite colour is blue, so her favourite dress is blue and gold. She likes to wear colours that are more regal, like blue and purple.

Personality: When she was younger, she was very adventurous, and now she is more formal and diplomatic, but still likes to take risks and go outside to different places when she can. She was funny, but has lost that sense of humour due to the ungoing war between the North and South. She's a good leader, and is very intelligent. She makes wise decisions and is a good fighter. She doesn't face her kingdom with any news unless she can be absolutely sure that the news is true, as she does not like to make mistakes. She's hard on her children, and becasue she is busy lately in talking with advisors and those who are in the military, she relies on Morrigan to also take care of Nénara.

Affiliations: She is the current Queen of Southern Feredel, and she does not fully support merging the two kingdoms, but will stand for peace and not war. She also has a certain sympathy for Queen Beatrice, because...well, you'll see in Backstory.

Talents: She can speak  

Backstory: She grew up as the Princess of Southern Feredel. However, when she was 18, her mother passed due to a disease, and so she became the Queen at the young age of 18. That is why she has sympathy for Queen Beatrice, because she too had to become Queen early on. From there, she ruled and lived independently, but due to the customs, had to be married when she was 19. She was then married to an elf, who was not a prince or king in his time, but an infulencial Council member. She had Morrigan when she was 20 and Nénara 3 years later. However, her husband died when Nénara turned the age of 5, and from then on, she ruled alone and raised her two children. Though she may still be young and started to be Queen at a young age, she is wise beyond her years because of all she has been through.

Other: She has a horse named Blsorin. 

Henriette~

During a meeting with my Council, the doors to the throne room burst open, and the Captain of the Guards shoves along a person with a sack on their head.

I nod at the knight, who nods at the Captain, who tears off the bag to reveal a young face that looks worried.

"What is your given name?" I ask her.

She scowls. "Maeve."

"She was caught killing somebody," the Captain says.

"No, I was caught after I killed somebody," she spits. 

"Well Maeve," I say. "You know the punishments."

I nod to the Captain, and he takes her away to a dungeon cell. I'll deal with her later.

Then another person bursts into the room, but it's my daughter, Morrigan.

"Mother!" she exclaims.

I quietly raise an eyebrow but on the inside I am not calm. She hasn't had this look of concern on her face in a long while.

"Nénara," Morrigan continues. "She's gone!"

Morrigan (Mor)~

The quiet brook gurgles past me as I sit against a moss covered tree. I watch the light dancing along the water, the occasional flash of a silverfish shining through. My dress at the moment is a deep, pine green, accented with silver thread. The embroidery creates a series of swirls and whorls along the cuffs of my sleeves. Suddenly, I remember that my sister, Nénara, was going to meet me in the gardens so that we could go to our morning lessons. Standing up, I brush off bits of moss clinging to the fabric of my dress and bind my hair into a braid complicated in appearance, but not in making. Casting a final glance around my safe haven, I exit the clearing, walking at a dignified, yet brisk pace towards the rose garden. When I reach the spot that I am to meet Nénara at, I take a seat, opening a little book that I have been studying about the inner workings of elvish healing magic. As time passes, and the sun climbs higher in the sky, I realise that my sister is not coming. With a sigh, I stand and cast about my mind for where she might be.

"Gavriel," I call out to a servant boy passing by.

"Yes, Princess?" he asks politely, but his tone is familiar. Good. I positively despise formalities in ranking.

"Do you know where Nénara has gone off to?" I query.

"Sorry, m'lady. I haven't seen her since dawn. She was saddling her horse at the stables. Muttering something about the North," Gavriel responds.

"That's fine. Thank you for the information," I say, dismissing him as panic lights in my chest. A princess of the Southern Feredel crossing the border is not a good thing. Not at all. Making a snap decision, I decide to go to my Mother. Normally, I don't worry her with my sister's constant disappearances, but this time... This time warning bells are going off in my brain. I sense that something is very, very off.

I reach the heavy birch doors of the Council Chamber and fling them open, stepping inside.

"Mother," I say, dipping my head as is customary.

The Queen simply raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"It's Nénara. She's gone missing," I inform.

Muttering breaks out among the Council.

"Everyone, you are dismissed. We will continue this conversation another time," Queen Henrietta says pleasantly.

We both wait for the council to file out before we relax.

"When was she last seen?" Mother asks, worry shining through now that we are alone.

"According to Gavriel, the stables. She was saying something about going over the border," I supply my mother with as much information as I have, the words tumbling out of my mouth.

Henrietta looks thoughtful for a moment. Then, she rings for a servant.

"Bring the newest prisoner in here right away," she commands when one arrives.

Nodding, the boy scurries off. A moment later, he and a group of castle guards return with the assassin in tow.

"Maeve. It seems you have an opportunity to redeem yourself," Mother says.

Henriette~

Maeve looks up at me with a glare, but has a hopefull shine in her eyes.

"I need you to track somebody down. But not kill them. If you kill them or harm them, I will kill you myself."

The tone of my voice causes those in the room to shrivel.

"I need you to track down the Princess of Southern Feredel," I say.

Maeve rolls her eyes. "Found her."

She points towards Morrigan, who looks displeased.

"The other one," Morrigan growls.

Maeve scoffs. "What's in it for me?"

"Your full pardon," I reply.

The Captain gasps, but I nod my head in surity. We will have spies following her every move for the first couple of months, if she finds Nénara.

"Fine," Maeve says. "But what's the catch? Why do you need an assasin to track down a princess?"

"First, you are no longer an assasin," I respond. "And second, well...Nénara's a bit different."

Maeve smirks. "Not to hard for me."

Morrigan and I exchange glances.

I look back at Maeve. "Yes, well, get on it. The stables will provide you a horse."

Maeve nods and agrees, and afterwards leaves with the Captain to go get a horse.

I look at Morrigan and usher her over. She curtsies at the steps and then walks up to me, standing beside my throne.

"Yes, mother?"

I take a deep breath. "The Queen of Northern Feredel wishes to unite our kingdom somehow."

Morrigan hesitates. "Of course mother, but how?"

"By uniting one of her Dukes with you in marrige."

There's a stunned silence and then her voice raises. "And you agreed to this, Mother?!"

"It has to be done. There is much destruction raging and more will come, only to be worse, if the kingdoms are not united soon. Don't worry, the Duke is young and you will meet hi-"

"No!" Morrigan exclaims. "Mother, I'm only seventeen!"

"And your eighteenth birthday is soon to come," I reply, a bit sharper and more brisk. "Morrigan, this is the only way to-"

"No!" she shouts. She then rushes down the stairs and to the door. With one last look back, she yells, "You can't possibly make me!"

"Morrigan!" I exclaim, but she's already gone.

I sigh, and my posture slightly slumps, but I straighten when my top advisor, Lady Auroinne, walks in.

"I take it that didn't go well?" she asks.

I nod my head and rub my temples. "Not at all, Auroinne. Not at all." 

Nénara~

"Hello, little girl," the Queen says. "What are you doing here?"

I sigh in relief and feel a large weight lift up. "Bye Queen, I have to go!" I make my voice higher.

She laughs and continues on as I jolt past her and go through the village. That was close. Too clo-

Then I bump into another person, and I look up with annoyance.

But the girl glares straight at me. "Princess Nénara?" she asks with an unimpressed tone.

Oh wow mother. Send some kind of freak to go after me. Can I just be left alone for once?

"Nénara," I reply. "What do you want?"

She shrugs. "I'm Maeve, and you mother sent me to get you, so let's go before things become difficult."

"Difficult?" I ask.

"Brat," she mutters. She looks up at me. "C'mon."

I pretend to laugh along and with a blink of the eye I sweep at her legs and she crashes to the ground. Her cape lands on her face, and she muffles it around. I laugh and bolt away, arming myself with a bow and arrow.

You'll have to try harder than that, mother.

But the girl is fast, and as I run through the village, she pursues me. She even throws things at me, but I dodge most of them.

She finally shoots me with arrows, and I dodge all but one that digs into my arm. I hiss but shoot back, and hear a thump. I got her somewhere.

I snicker at this game, but I don't hear her happily reply.

I then jump on a hay bale and then onto a roof, running from roof to roof and leaping. Maeve pursues me.

I then land in an alley and run out, looking behind me until I run smack dab into a guard.

"Princess Nénara?"

I look up at him and his little squadron.

I try to get through, but his guards pin me down.

I exclaim and try to burst through, which works, and leave Maeve to deal with them. I then run back to the edge of the village, find Súr, and leap onto him before snapping his reigns and riding away. 

Ugh, I'm so sorry, but I'm going to have to drop out. I'm really confused, don't know what to write, and I'm stressed out about school and stuff. 

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