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Started November 11, 2021 by @knightinadream group

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Long ago the daughter of a powerful clan fell in love with one of the king's soldiers. It was a beautiful story. They would secretly meet each other every night and wrote letters to one another. A few years passed by when they decided to secretly get married, but the father of the young lady had other plans. Her father told her to kill the soldier or watch everything around her be destroyed.

One day, the two secretly met once again only for the young lady to kill her lover. The instant moment he died, she became cursed. She will have to live on forever, watching those she knows and loves suffer and die until she is reunited with her true love. As time goes on, her family clan rises to power, but she watches as everyone around her suffers and perishes. The pain of loneliness takes over her.

Almost three hundred years have passed. After years and years of hiding, she manages to become queen of the kingdom after one of the family's descendants dies. Taking on a new identity, and the crown, she tries to forget everything by becoming a great ruler. Everything goes well, until the new personal royal guard, who looks like her true love, walks into the palace.

Rules

• At least a paragraph per response
• Detailed responses with good grammar
• While this rp while have some mature themes, there's no smut.
• Try to active at a few times a day or whenever possible
• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
• If you have any ideas or suggestions, please let me know!
• I will be the guard in this rp.
• That's all I got for now. Once someone joins, I'll post the template.

(This just came from a random spur of inspiration and I thought it would make a good rp.)

@Serpentess

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Name: Yethesa ‘Tessa Melarr’ Miaran

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 315 years

Appearance: 5’7”, 180 lbs, curvaceous with a perfect hourglass figure. Long, thick brown hair and dark hazel eyes. Gold earring in left ear.
—Outfit: Typically long dresses with sandals, gloves, and a necklace. She occasionally wears a dagger, either on her hip or hidden on her body.

(Pic from Heroforge)

Personality: She’s stern and a bit jaded, but intelligent, fair, and loyal to her few friends. She can be fiery at times, and has a passionate streak. She deeply regrets that she had killed her beloved, and it continues to haunt her. In private, she’s a very gentle and sentimental woman.
—Can be a bit of troublemaker, and loves collecting pets. This has caused a bit of conflict with the royal court, and she has been limited to just five pets (Henrik the labrador, Misty the cat, Javver the gecko, Edmund the cockatiel, and Alrin the hedgehog)
—She’s depressed and believes that she deserves to be cursed for her deed.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes: Animals, roses, stargazing, simple things
Dislikes: Thinking of her past, anything related to her father, corruption

Background: Basically like in the first post. The Miaran Clan was long considered the primary cavalry of Ebleau. Everyone, even women and children, were taught to ride and fight upon a horse. Yethesa was no different.
—As an adolescent, she liked to sneak out at night and take the horses out for midnight jaunts. She was eventually caught and scolded, but she resumed shortly after. She also started to collect animals in secret, and had seventeen pets at one point without anyone knowing.
—In her early twenties, she met a king’s soldier and they became close. She absolutely adored him, but when her father figured out what was going on, he threatened to strip her of everything she had ever known and leave her as a peasant on the road. Too frightened to know what to do, Yethesa killed her beloved.
—From that point onward, a haze of guilt and shame followed her, and her life became a bit of a blur to her. She remembers becoming the favored daughter of her father, and also remembers thoroughly hating him.
—She discovered her immortality when her family aged around her, but she didn’t age a day. She hid away, becoming the recluse of the family, but her mother eventually coaxed her out, telling her that she was blessed with youth and to cherish it. She tried to, but it only worsened her emotional turmoil.
—As the years went on, Yethesa studied many things to keep herself busy. She eventually decided to get into politics and became close with the royal Melarr family. When the last descendant, Queen Loreena, a friend of hers, died, she decided to change her name, making it seem as though she was a relative of her friend. She took over as queen, wanting to continue her friend’s work as best as she could.

Other: Cursed, immortal.
—She was 23 when she became cursed.
—Had two sisters, Margaretta and Zinna, and a brother, Laffern. Margaretta was the eldest, Laffern second, Yethesa third, and Zinna the youngest.
—She can ride a horse, and knows mounted combat. She knows how to fight with a variety of weapons but favors a sword and a bow.

Name: Myron Chilikov
Gender: Cis male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Age: 27
Appearance: He stands at six foot five with a mesomorphic build. Myron has jet black hair that goes down just below his ears. His eyes are a hazle hue. He has naturally pale skin, but it has a soft tan hue due him easily getting tan. There is also a scar on the left side of his neck from his past life. He wears a typical soldier uniform with a sword scabbard at his waist and a dark red cloak. Then he always wears a matching colored scarf to cover his scar.
Personality: Myron is quite the character. Though he is a strong and swift soldier, he does have moments where he's gentle and sweet. He enjoys being around others, but mostly keeps to himself. Really the only times he will talk are if he's being spoken to, around people he's comfortable with, or if he has to give orders; other than that, you will not hear a peep from him. Deep down, he is a sweetheart, but he rarely acts on it. Loyal as can be, but he is weary of what's around him.
Likes/Dislikes: Walking at night, sword fighting, being with people, reading/ Feeling nervous, snow, being alone, experiencing strange visions
Background: As it is known, Myron was killed in his past life by his lover, the now queen of Ebleau. He was reborn as the son of two simple farmer peasants. Sadly at the age of eight, his parents were murdered. He was taken to work for a regiment in the kingdom's military and has been in it ever since. While he did clean weapons and take things around, he learned things that many children do not. He could read and write along with several fighting skills. Around the time, he started to see things out of nowhere; one of his mentors said that it was just mind tricks so that's what he took it as. By the time he was seventeen, he became a soldier and started to fight for the kingdom. Years went by as he fought battles and handled with conflicts within the kingdom. He got promoted to royal guard after making and executing a plan that saved a whole city in east Ebleau.
Other: Myron tends to have episodes every now and then where he will see flashes of something going on, not knowing that it's from his past life. It causes him to become very anxious about everything since he doesn't know why it is happening or what's going on.

What I do end up in such a place? Myron did not expect to end up in a place like this. Just a little over a month ago, he stood admist dead soldiers and blood. Now here he is standing in the grand palace of Ebleau waiting for the queen.

An hour ago, he arrived to the palace after traveling on horseback for a little over a day; his episodes had made it difficult for him to even get on his horse, but he managed. Some servants took his belongings to his chambers. The one who escorted him inside explained that Her Majesty was busy at the moment but she would be able to meet with him as soon as possible. He was allowed to wander around and would have a servant sent to him when the queen was ready.

And so here he is now, standing in the midst of a random hallway. It all looked familiar to him, but he had never been to the place before. He could recall a dream he had where he stood in a hall like this with a woman, but he wasn't sure of it. None of the visions or dreams he has gives him any assurance. In fact, it just leaves him with more questions and worry. Perhaps they will be answered some day.

His body was stiff, probably due to worry. Usually Myron does not let his nerves get the best of him, yet he couldn't help it this time. He cannot even control it. A sigh left his lips as he strolled over to a window.

Sooner or later, he heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. Glancing over, it was the same servant from before. They walked a faster pace and without saying a word, they motioned for Myron to follow. It must be time.

His heart thumped. Myron found himself following until he reached a door. The servant knocked on the door then gave him a nod. "You will be notified to come inside when she's ready," they explained before leaving.

Taking off his glove, he ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that it looked neat. Myron kept taking deep breaths as he stared at the door. The waiting was killing him. He worried.

Yethesa finished looking over some papers, then set them aside and took a deep breath. She was about to meet the newest member of the royal guard, this Myron that had saved an entire city.

Sure, it wasn’t the first time she had met new royal guards, nor heroes, but this occasion seemed… different. There was an air about it that Yethesa couldn’t yet describe. Hopefully nothing went wrong.

“Send him in,”she called.

She waited, repeatedly taking deep breaths until she saw him. For a breif moment, Yethesa froze, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at him. So familiar, so shockingly familiar, including the scar on his neck from where she had…

Yethesa quickly pushed those thoughts aside and composed herself. Now was not the time to remember that day, and especially not the time to mention it. She had no idea who this man was, except for his reputation, so she didn’t need to jump to conclusions based on looks.

“Sit,”she said politely, indicating the chair across from her.

Yethesa scolded herself for her lone word. She usually wasn’t this quiet, but apparently the shock of seeing him had yet to wear off.

At the command of the queen, he stepped inside. When his eyes flickered up to meet hers, he froze. The queen looked familiar to him, like the lady in his visions. But why? It does not make any sense to him at all. Why would the queen be in his dreams? His heart practically jumped out his chest for some reason. And in the silence all he could hear was its beating.

Myron noticed that Her Majesty was also looking at him. It was a concerned and shocked look; that couldn't be good. He looked down at himself before noticing that his scarf wasn't covering his neck. Oh heavens. He gulped before forcing a smile. Slowly, he got down on one knee. While doing so, he adjusted the scarf to cover his scar.

"Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Captain Myron Chilikov," He beamed. Lifting his chin up, he glanced over at her. There was this feeling of trembling overcoming him; he hoped that he could maintain it or that it wasn't an early early of another episode. Nevertheless, he kept on smiling at her.

At her order, he instantly stood up. "Ah, yes….Your Majesty," He said. For the most part, his smile faded away, but he maintained a softer one for the queen. Quickly, he brushed off his uniform then sat down in the chair across from her.

A part of him wondered if he had done something wrong already. Probably is because of the scarf. The amount of times he had troubles with others all because of the horrendous mark on his neck, and he doesn't even know where it came from. He has had it ever since he could remember.

Quietly, Myron sighed to himself. He adjusted the scarf again too for good measure. His chin and eyes were lowered a bit to the ground. Seeing the queen, an oddly familiar face, is causing his heart to beat very quickly.

Yethasa noticed his expression when he entered, and realized that her expression was obvious as well, particularly when he moved to wrap the scarf back around his neck. She then realized that the scarf was likely there only to hide the scar, that terrible mark she had given him…

She nodded at his introduction, savoring the sight of his smile. She had missed that smile so much. Could she dare hope that it was him, her beloved somehow returned to her? Or was this man somehow related, and fortunate enough to get his looks… and his scars?

“I am, quite obviously, Queen Tessa Melarr. It is a pleasure to meet you as well. I’ve heard of your exploits, and I am impressed and deeply appreciative of what you’ve done,”she replied, still using her polite tone, snorting in amusement when she introduced herself.

She noticed his smile fade a bit when he sat down and she scolded herself again. She needed to keep herself calm, so that she didn’t scare him away. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Since you are now my personal guard, tell me about yourself, besides your exploits. We might as well get to know each other a little bit,”she said with an even tone. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought of getting to know this man, one who seemed so much like her beloved.

As she spoke, a plump white cat approached and jumped onto the desk, flopping down right in the middle of it. Yethesa couldn’t help a small snicker.

“Don’t mind, Misty. She does this all the time,”she mused.

Misty meowed at the sound of her name and rolled over, showing off her fat, fluffy beliy.

Sitting up straight in the chair, he kept his eyes low for a moment. His skin was warm, but Myron had no idea as to why. The way the queen was looking at him felt strange. Her gaze is warm with familiarity. And her voice is so mellifluous too even though she is being formal with him.

Myron glanced up at her, giving the queen a simple head bow. Slowly but surely, his smile reappeared. It was soft and faint. "Thank you, Your Majesty," He whispered. Hearing how she was impressed made him feel something that he never felt. His heart fluttered a little.

Tell her about himself? What else is there to him? All he has known his whole life up to now is the military. Sure there is his parents, but he was not sure if he could tell the queen about them. Then there is the episodes that he gets, yet that might just get him sent out of the palace.

"I was orphaned at a young age. I spent a year going from place to place to find somewhere to stay. Somehow I wandered onto a base, and the soldiers just took me in. My life has been all about being a solider and fighting." He paused for a second. That sounded about right. Of course, there was more, but he wasn't sure if he could tell Her Majesty.

"Oh and….well, you probably have already seen this, Your Majesty," He said, pointing to the scar that was covered by his scarf. "I don't know how I got it, but it's always been there. A priestess told me to be weary since it will lead me to dangers my heart only knows. I don't think that will happen, it is only a marking. I cover it with this scarf so it shouldn't be a problem."

Yethesa noticed his averted eyes and wondered if she had reacted too strongly. Had she spooked him? Or was his expression even related to that? Was he feeling the same way she did?

At the sight of his returned smile and the sound of his whisper, she nearly melted in her seat. She loved that soft smile. She had missed it so much. She had only just met Myron, but… he was so like her beloved.

She nodded as he talked about himself. It was sad that he was orphaned, but, in a way, he was lucky. He wasn’t forced by his horrible father to kill his beloved. But, besides all that, she wondered if there was more. There had to be!

‘Danger my heart only knows’. It was him. Him! Somehow, he had returned. She was convinced of it. Oh, the poor man, her poor man, who didn’t know that she had given him that terrible mark three hundred years ago. What was she going to do?

Yethesa turned away to pet Misty’s fat belly. She couldn’t look him in the eye in that moment, and her heart beat rapidly in her ears. She wanted to scream an apology, to curse her foul father for forcing her to do it, to cry in his arms and tell him that she hadn’t meant it, but he wouldn’t understand. Myron wouldn’t understand.

To distract herself from her troubled thoughts, she decided to talk about herself, or at least, herself as the Queen. It took her a moment to remember what her story was, and when she did, she finally looked back up at Myron. Her voice was quiet, almost shy, far more than she had expected, or intended, it to be.

“I had a quiet childhood living on a plantation. As I grew older, I wanted to study more diverse topics and moved here. I met my predecessor, Queen Loreena, and we became fast friends. Then, a year before she died, I found out that my mother was actually an illegitimate child of one of Loreena’s relatives. I’m not exactly sure which one. I then promised Loreena that I would make sure her work continued, and here I am.”

That was the story of Tessa Melarr, one that Yethesa and Loreena had come up with together to explain Yethesa’s rise. She missed Loreena. She had been a wonderful friend.

Yethesa looked back down at Misty, smiling a bit at the fat, purring ball of white fluff on her desk. Loreena had given Misty to her after learning of Yethesa’s love for animals. She was such a sweet cat, and loved getting her belly rubbed.

Maybe it was just nerves that was getting to his mind or this situation was just out right strange. The way the queen was looking at him is something else. No one has ever glanced at him the way she is right now. Her glance is all but familiar too. It is captivating and beautiful. Was it right to think of such a thing? Is it wrong to think of Her Majesty in such a manner?

Breathe. It probably just is his imagination. Myron could feel another episode coming onto him. He squeezed his fists while taking deep breaths. Still he kept on his warm smile, hoping that it was helpful. He hoped that the queen liked it, especially since he will be at her side all the time from now on.

What if one were to happen while he is on the job? The thought hadn't crossed his mind till then. He always freezes, going into a shocked state. One cannot protect anyone, let alone Queen Tessa, if they are going through one. It was different when he was on the battlefield; he only had one every night. On the other hand, it did start to get worse as he got closer to the palace.

He blinked. Glancing over at Her Majesty's cat, he chuckled quietly. For a couple of seconds, he just looked at it with amusement and fascination. While he was more used to seeing dogs and horses, he could not help but love cats. Really he would see such animals whenever in a city or in the outskirts of a town. Obviously this one was more regal, but it is adorable to him.

As the queen spoke, he gazed back at her. His eyes took in every word she said. It is quite the backstory, but he loved hearing about it. In all honesty, Myron is used to people talking him for hours on end, yet he loves it. He wouldn't mind if Her Majesty just spoke to him for hours and hours. As long as she is happy and at peace, then nothing else matters.

"That is wonderful, Your Majesty," He mused, bowing his head afterwards. "I believe that you are continuing Queen Loreena's work, and going beyond too. You are very helpful and supporting, especially to the military. Without you, I would not be here right now."

Yethesa glanced up from petting Misty and noticed Myron squeezing his fists and breathing deeply. Was there something wrong? Was it her? Was it this unusual situation they were in?

“Are you alright?”she couldn’t help asking.

Yethesa noted that he seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, but she calmed a bit when he glanced at Misty and chuckled. A small smile appeared on her lips, enjoying his chuckle as much as appreciating his apparent fondness of cats.

At his words, her smile grew a bit bigger. Her cheeks grew somewhat warm as well. She didn’t know what to think. Did her actions as Queen truly allow this moment, this reunion of sorts, to happen?

“Thank you for your kind words,”she said shyly, still at a loss. It nagged at her to say more, but she had no idea what to say.

Misty meowed, rolling over and sitting up, cooing and begging for attention. Yethesa giggled and reached forward, scratching under her chin.

“You can pet Misty if you want. She’s very friendly,”Yethesa mentioned.

With all the might he could conjur up, he released all the tension in his body. Looking tired or anywhere near terrible in front of of queen is something he shouldn't be doing. In a way the release of the tension in his fists did help a little. Some of the pain and stress disappeared. For now.

"Hm? Pardon?" He tilted his head a little. A few strands of hair fell in front of his vision, but he didn't really notice. How is supposed to respond to Her Majesty's question? While his concern about the visions is a big one, the concern about losing this position and title is greater to him.

Myron looked off to the side for a quick moment, thinking about a way to respond. Before saying a word, he gave an assuring nod. "I am alright, Your Majesty. If I may be honest, I am just a little nervous," He admitted. "Sadly I did not get much sleep last night, but I will be fine. Thank you for your concern."

The grin on his face grew a bit at her words. Rubbing the back of his neck, he bowed his head again. Never did he expect for his own words ro evoke such a reaction from the queen. While he wasn't sure why, he felt hid cheeks turning red.

He laughed a little at the cat. "Ah, I see," He nodded. "It is alright, Your Majesty. I deeply appreciate your offer though."