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Started July 04, 2021 by @StarkSpangledMayflower

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Thank you! I think your character's name is really cool too!

Either one is good with me.

I say let's just start!

Ok! You wanna put up the first entry?

(Hmm that makes sense. I think rather than him reclaiming this city, he came to gather supplies to head to the next city to reclaim it)

Losing the guards that were with him to supposedly 'protect' him, wasn't as hard as it seemed. Being trained as an assassin for 3 years taught him to be elusive. Even now Rhysand was sitting in a tree watching them run around like headless chickens with a smirk on his face. The guards ran around a little while longer then all stopped and started making their way back to the town they had just left. Rhysand had taken one of his horses, a beautiful black mare named Etoile, and was now waiting until the guards were gone over the hill to ride on the main road. He jumped down from the tree and untied Etoile's lead, taking her to the road, then getting on her and riding in the opposite direction.

It was right before sundown that they reached the next town. It was a beautiful place, cobblestone roads, beautiful parks and gardens, and little wooden stores decorating the busiest part of the city. As Rhysand made his way up to the northern part of the city, he saw all the merchants breaking down their stalls and packing up to go home. Spice merchants, silk merchants, jewel merchants, and everything in between. Rhysand smiled slyly, this would be the perfect place to set up his camp. Next town he conquered would be this one.

As night grew near, the warmth of the day faded, making way for the cool night. With nowhere to sleep and nothing but a thick cloak to cover him, Rhys made his way to closest tavern, a noisy but delicious smelling place called The Rusty Horseshoe. Walking through the doors, Rhys made his way directly to the counter, asking for a hot meal and a small room. An as the barmaid told him, he was in luck. There were only 2 remaining rooms and he had just taken one of them. Not forgetting his manners, he thanked the lady and sat at a table near the back, eating his meal, and clutching his room key tightly in his hand.

(Ok. Sorry it took so long to reply. I had to work yesterday and then konked out for the night…)

Emmeline sighed a little as she cleaned up the rest of the flowers that she hadn't managed to sell yet. She put a few smaller bouquets in a basket to try to sell them away from her little wagon stand. It was a bit of a dull job, but she had always shared her mother's admiration of flowers and it was the only honest work the young woman could do. There were other skills she had but they were… complicated to explain and not widely accepted. At least not without a derogatory nickname and Emmeline was not about to accept that.

The day had been so far uneventful, as usual for this city. It was beautiful but busy enough that she could hide when she needed to. Though she rarely felt the need to hide. She was proud of what she was and what she was able to do… but considering what happened with her mother, she had to be more careful.

Usually around this time, she would head home for the night but it looked like it might start raining tonight. Normally, that wouldn't bother her, she just wasn't in the mood to deal with it right now so she walked into the nearest inn, keeping her hood up, and approached the barmaid for a room and a hot meal.

A lot of weary glances were thrown his way and Rhysand could tell that half the people were to scared to come and chat, the other half wanted to chat but didn't want to because they didn't know who, or what, he was. Ignoring their eyes, Rhys finished the rest of his ale and stood up. He took the reminder of the bread to snack on during the night and headed up to his room.

There wasn't much to be said about the room, it was made with wood and had a few amenities. A bed with a thin mattress took up most of the room but there was also a small table and chair and a night stand with a few candles. Rhys walked to the window and took a peek outside. The sun had almost fully set and the rain had started, giving this quaint little town a magical glow.

He had a lot to do before the night ended, he need to make a list of supplies, find the best horse traders so he could trade Etoile for a faster horse in the morning, and get some rest.

The candle grew smaller and smaller until it started going crazy, Rhys changed the candle and was about to head into bed when a thumping sound made him freeze. Moving slowly to his bag, he grabbed a long dagger and hid it up his sleeve. His suspicions were confirmed when a masked person jumped through the window and tried to stab Rhysand. He young man jumped back and started to fight back, not wanting to kill his attacker but not wanting to die either.

Emmeline couldn't help but smirk slightly when she learned that she got the last room. There was something satisfying in that knowledge. She slipped the key into a small satchel and taken her meal over to a corner table, catching a glimpse of someone heading upstairs. Not anything interesting, and she didn't really know everyone in this city so she couldn't say whether they were a local or just passing through… But she decided it wasn't important and claimed an empty table to sit down to eat.

After managing to make a few more flower sales, the young blonde soon headed up to her room but paused when the sounds of a skirmish reached her from one of the other rooms. For once, following her curiosity, she crept closer to the door the fight seemed to be coming from and set her little basket down out of the way. Carefully she checked that no one else was around before she cast a couple of spells to suppress the noise and to make sure the door stayed locked. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped one of her daggers. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and teleported herself into a dark corner of the room.

(Are you ok with swearing? I know the characters are late teens but …?)

"Who sent you?" Rhysand yelled, holding the attacker in a headlock. Giving no response. His attacker pushed backwards until they hit the wall. Rhysand loosened his grip just a bit and his attacker managed to slip out. "General Atkinson sends his regards." A raspy voice spoke as a thin silver blade was thrown in his direction. Rhysand jumped out of the way a second too late and it nicked his shoulder before embedding itself in the wall. "Nightshade. Have a pleasant night Your Highness." He spoke and fell backwards out the window.

Rhysand held his arm and walked sluggishly to the window and collapsed. He slowly made his way to his bag, trying to find the vial to call Aurilla up from the underworld.

(I’m fine with some swearing.)

Emmeline waited and watched quietly for an opening, though it didn't seem like either of the two fighting needed any help. Which was fine with her as combat wasn't her strongest suit. Though she was very intrigued by what she overheard. She had no love towards Royalty of any kind considering what happened to her mother… But she couldn't just stand by. Perhaps this man could help her find her mother somehow.

With that uncertain thought, she slipped her dagger back into her bag and silently unlocked the door, but kept it closed, and she walked over to him. “Are you alright, monsieur?” she asked gently, though a little strained, as she knelt beside him and took a small flask and strip of cloth out of her bag.

The bag was a bit out of reach and Rhysand groaned. It was like the pain in his arm was moving through the rest of his body. Upon hearing the voice Rhys flinched, he was in no state to fight and hated feeling this vulnerable. If only the Guild master could see me now, he'd be disgusted. He thought. "Who…are you? Need…vial from–" Rhys gasped as a burst of flame erupted from his left side. A sideways glance showed him a purple and black bruise growing bigger by the second. "He..lp." he manged to choke out.

Emmeline glanced at the bag the wounded man seemed to be reaching for before turning back to him. “Hold still.” she said, jumping a little when she saw the flame. That… I don't remember Nightshade being able to do that. She hummed a little and quickly poured the elixir from her flask onto the cloth before placing it against the scratch where the poison had made contact. “This may sting. A lot.” she admitted before murmuring a healing spell under her breath.

Rhysand was used to pain but Holy Hades this felt worse than the time he was forced to spar with another on hot coals as a punishment. He grit his teeth as the strange girl muttered what seemed to be a spell under her breath. Slowly but steadly Rhys felt the pain going away. "You're a.. witch. But you're younger… than others I've seen." He had a much raspy voice because of how often he was gasping. The pain disappeared and the bruising went away as well but he stayed on the floor, a little lucid from the pain relief. "Guess I'm not as great as I thought i was."

Emmeline rolled her eyes at being called a witch, though it was more tolerable than the other name he could have called her. “I’m more than a witch but it doesn't matter since I've been able to use magic all my life.” she sighed, pulling the cloth away. She chuckled a little at his comment on his skill. “Perhaps not but you did well enough. If that poisoned blade had hit your heart, no amount of magic I have would be able to help you.” she reminded him. “I’d say you got lucky.”

"Maybe. I know General Atkinson has been after my life and my kingdom since I was a boy so this may not have been an accident." He muttered, sitting up. He looked at the girl in front of him and bit his lip in thought. "You look strangely familiar. Have we met before?"

She hummed a little as she stood up and put away her vial and the cloth. “I doubt it. I don't make it a habit to affiliate myself with royalty.” she answered, shaking her head slightly. “Though… I do sell flowers at the market and I was just downstairs. Perhaps you saw me in one of those locations.” she offered as a possibility for him.

"Well you could hardly consider me a royal. Opariell isn't exactly the best known kingdom. And I'm not your everyday prince. I'm here to stock up on supplies before…going on an adventure in the Corona kingdom to say hello to my cousin and her husband." Rhys managed to stand up and leaned against the wall, glancing out the window to see the tavern emptying out. "I didn't notice a flower cart so im not sure. Perhaps i met your parents in the past?" He asked

“You just admitted that you're a prince, even if you're an unusual one… Though there seems to be plenty of them lately. And a few others I can think of from older tales.” she shrugged with a slight scowl at the thought. “If you're related to Coronian Royalty, then you know at least two examples of that fact.” she added referencing his long-lost relative and her husband. Emmeline stiffened at the possibility of this man knowing her parents. “I… I doubt that. I never had a father and my Maman has been missing for more than a few years.” she said, turning her head to look anywhere but at him. It hurt so much to think about that, but she had to be strong if she wanted a chance to find her again.

"Do you live around here? I need some supplies and a better horse, Etoile isn't cutting it for me. I need to get to Corona fast and question the King and Queen." He asked. Rhysand walked around the room for a few minutes before running his eyes and turning back to the girl. "They may call me cruel but I do have manners. Rhysand Graye, only son of King Elio. Known around my kingdom as the Cruel Prince, ruthless, and murderer. You can call my Rhysand. Only my friends call me Rhys and enemies call me many names. And please, I would rather not be a royal if ut meant having to be related to Arendelle and Corona." He rolled his eyes and leaned against another wall.

“I don't really live in this town just nearby. Any supplies you need, you can get most of them in the market unless you are looking for something in particular. As for your horse… There's a stableman named Aaron. He may be able to help you.” she informed him, though she was very curious as to why he needed to speak with them so urgently. She smirked a little at his many… interesting titles, raising a brow at his reluctance to be associated with Corona or Arendelle. Honestly, Arendelle was one kingdom that she could respect just slightly more than the others. “My name is Emmeline. I don't have any other names… But yours don't seem like ones that most would be proud to have.” she hummed, watching him.

"Abused after my mother died and stolen as an early teen. Returned to find thay my father hadn't even sent out a single message to try and find me. What more to do than turn your heart to stone?" He smiled ruefully and looked at her. "When the people of my kingdom refused to care for me, I refused to be lenient with disrespect. Only the children are able to 'escape my wrath' as some would say. Not even my cousin's kingdoms did anything when Opariell was struggling. Now they sit in their homes with a warm bed and a happy public while our oxalic has no laughter and no merchants because it has started dying. My mother gave everything to the people and they refuse to honour her memory. She would be heartbroken." Rhysand grabbed a silver locket that hung around his neck with his left hand, rubbing it between in thumb and forefinger.