forum Five Half-Princes and Their Quest for A Kingdom

Started January 24, 2019 by @Bandito

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Fletcher's eyes returned to normal and he let out a light cough. "I apologize for the huge change of subject and the change in my usual demeanour it is just part of mistrust that I believe caused this face off to happen. shall we continue to our talks of an alliance?" Fletcher asked with a slightly embarrassed tone.

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “What do have have to offer me from an alliance, Fletcher?” The prince looked up at the roaring storm above their heads in annoyance. “So far you’ve done a atrocious job at presenting a case for yourself.”

"Well for starters we are neighbours so this alliance may stop some conflict between us," Fletcher said after ending the storm. "I also hope we can share and gain knowledge in what we are going to do after we gain a kingdom, and in case your wondering which kingdom I am going to, it is Valemnia. Feel free to ask me why."
Fletcher then let out a whistle which then brought his Black horse galloping towards them. "I wonder what way you are going to use to take over your kingdom. Peacefully or force, with this alliance we can set up some trade deals for future purposes." Fletcher spoke as he grabbed and took hold the reigns of Night.

Damian mulled this over for a moment. “Allow me to lay down a few minor adjustments.” He spoke up at last, evaluating Fletcher. “We may form an alliance on the grounds of trade. If you need my guidance, send for me by letter and we will meet and discuss.” He decided, wording his sentences very carefully.

"Guidance" Fletcher smirked."Why would I need your guidance? Instead, let's keep it at if we need assistance or any such things we shall a letter to the other person for help." " Brother seems like I was wrong about you, for a gift and a token of the alliance, I shall gift you your most favourite type of weapon. Fletcher brought out a weapon from the horse and gave it to Damian. "You should have prepared before heading off brother, even if you were trying to keep as much money you should still have your contacts and either way, we weren't given five thousand crowns to just save it up plus we weren't given any weapons and even if we had our powers we still should have a weapon made from a magical conduit material."

Damian took the weapon carefully. “I find it interesting, that you call me unprepared. Where is your bride to be, Fletcher? I haven’t had the gracious opportunity of meeting her yet.”

Fletcher chuckled " I am afraid I missed the meeting as I was away. Currently, I hope that I can find one soon."

“As a thank you for the weapon, I will tell you that Victor was planning on leaving the castle with two princesses. You may still have time to intercept if you return to the castle now.” Damian offered, examining his fingernails out of mock boredom.

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"I thank you for that brother, I hope this alliance of ours survives for the ages," Fletcher said with gratitude as he left on his horse galloping back to the castle. and Alexander heading to the target kingdom after being given some orders."

Damian lifted the weapon with mild disgust. “Well that was… unpleasant.” He sighed, turning towards Catori with an exhausted frown that could possibly be considered a pout.

(Damian is charming, but he isn’t nice.)

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Catori had stayed silent, ready to step in if things escalated. She was rather glad they hadn't though, and shook her head with a slightly weary smile. "One way to put it."

“Fletcher could very well become a threat.” Damian stared at the weapon, as if it might reveal some answers to him. “I’ll have to monitor him. Make a move in case he gets too strong.” He whispered softly, suspicious that Fletcher might still be lurking close by.

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Catori nodded. "Don't make any without cause, Damian. Be careful." Asterin made his way over and nudged her, and she pulled a sugar cube from her belt.

“It’s strange. I always dreamed of eliminating my brothers land now… now it’s a necessity.” Damian shook his head to clear it. “I’m sorry you had to witness this.”

"You have an extremely bad relationship with your brothers. I'd suggest attempting to remedy that, but.." She made a face, but didn't seem to concerned about much.

“There is nothing left to remedy. I’d sell them out if the opportunity presented itself. They’d do the same to me.” Damian ran his hand through his hair and kneeled down to the ground, using his powers to heal the withered grass.

"That's not a good thing." Catori stated, watching him heal the grass with interest, and slight awe.

“I am… aware of this. I was hoping you would not find out lest you think badly of me. But I suppose you already do now, and there is no redeeming it.” Damian stood up, his eyes now accented by dark rings underneath, the strain evident on his face.

"Actually, I don't. Are you alright?" Her voice was laced with worry.

“When I heal I give my own energy away. Today has been busy. I was forced to be social a lot. And be more on guard than usual. I suppose I was already tired.” He explained, steadying himself.

"Do you need a hand? Or perhaps something energizing?" Catori took a step towards him, just in case he fell.

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"From the surface it is a very well established city," Lotus said before continuing quietly, "But I am curious as to what it is like underneath."

"What city did you grow up in?" Pine asked, eyes wandering back up.

"The capital city of Estarre, Lilia," Lotus explained, "I enjoyed sneaking out from the castle to see what the kingdom was really like." It was close enough to the truth even if it was a heavy handed lie.

"I knew it." Vic ran back to the stables and returned with the other two horses. "Poe or Graysen?" He offered their reins dramatically.

"Do you need a hand? Or perhaps something energizing?" Catori took a step towards him, just in case he fell.

“Nonsense. It would be foolish to delay any further in case any of my other brothers are following like Fletcher.” Damian insisted, trying to wake himself up a bit. “We should make haste.”