forum Scars and Black Stains (Closed)

Started June 22, 2018 by @Lenered

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“I believe so, highness.” She smiled a little at Calla and bowed deeply before returning to a standing position.

"Thank you Eira. Which dinner hall are we having it in?" Calla started to walk closer.

“I believe it is in the main hall,” She waited for Calla to come a little closer before voicing her concern, “Highness, I’m not normally invited to dinners as a guest, normally I’m just your guard…” She paused for a moment, “Do you have any idea why I was invited formally this time?”

"Promotion, perhaps?" Calla smiled, but it wasn't genuinely happy. Her smiles never were. "I hope you get lots of money and honor."

Eira retuned a sad smile, “Possible, but I highly doubt it… and I don’t particularly want to stop being you guard.” She held out an arm for Calla.

She didn't take it. "Eira. You forget." Calla started to walk ahead of her, slowly, but surely, as painless as possible.

Eira slipped back into warrior mode, following behind Calla, she didn’t say anything more, not wanting to upset her princess anymore. So even though she was invited to a formal dinner, she didn’t slip out of the demeanour she put.

"Ah, Princess Calla and Eira." Kyan stood up, a poison-sweet smile on his face as the rest of the guests at the table stood up as well.
Calla curtsied and started towards the table in the corner, where she sit alone. They were afraid of her. All of them. Even her brother.

Eira bowed low and deep, “Your Majesty.” She said and made her way to the table where everyone sat, minus Calla. She tried her best not to track her movements but it was so hard not to.

Kyan's power had been unknown for some time. Their parents had never wanted to reveal it, following tradition, as the crown prince/ss would usually have their power revealed at coronation. Everyone had waited until the very end, curious as to what his power would be.

It'd been the power to control minds.

Kyan stood once again, holding up his wine glass. "I propose a toast!"
"To what?" One of the guests asked, curious.
He grinned. "My sister's salvation."

Eira toasted but was still in a state of shock. ”My sister’s salvation.”
The words rang though her like a bell. Yes, she wanted to stop Calla feeling the pain she was constantly in but… how?
“Majesty? What do you mean by her Highness salvation?” She asked carefully, not wanting Kyan’s wrath on her.

"Ah well, I can't divulge the plan now. It's been set into motion, but I haven't gotten results. I wouldn't want to bring my dear sister's hopes up, would I?" Kyan laughed. "Trust me, Eira, you'll be the first to know. Other than my darling Calla, of course."

Eira gave a wicked grin, one the sent people fleeing, “Or course, Majesty.” She rose her glass to her king and took a sip.

The other guests looked away, chills running down their spines, but Kyan grinned right back.

Maybe Kyan wasn’t so bad after all? Yes, she still disliked him but he shared the same wickedness she did. They rush of killing someone, torturing them. For once Eira didn’t pay attention to Calla, but instead in her King.

Calla was interested, heart racing, but the very thought of it felt impossible. Nothing could help her. She wasn't in pain, she didn't deliver pain, she was pain.

“When do you think you’ll get results, Majesty? I don’t mean to pry into the plan so… openly with all ears to hear but now you have mentioned it, I’m thoroughly intrigued.” She took a small bite of her food.

"Eira, you're prying. You do still know that you're a guard, not an esteemed guest?" Kyan shook his head, finger wagging. "The only person that gets to know, is Calla. Come, my dear sister."
Calla stood up, knees buckling, but she brought herself up, ignoring the tearing pain that ripped through her everyday.
"What is it, my king?" She couldn't call him Kyan anymore. He wasn't Kyan anyway.
"I have the most special surprise for you. They should be coming soon. Hopefully."

“Sorry, Majesty.” Eira said. Yes, he was right. She was a guard and nothing more. She couldn’t forget that.

"They? A person?" Calla couldn't breathe. Her throat felt like it was being strangled as she took big, gasping breaths, trying to calm herself down.
"Yes. A person. Well, barely. People from Anahera don't deserve to be called human. They're too weak."

Eira kept her breathing steady even though she wanted to protest and scream. Annahera?! Really, that was the King’s grand plan. Bring in someone from Anahera!

"I don't understand."
"You will, Small Bean Sprout." Kyan reached out, to pat her head, but pulled back after he remembered what touching Calla did.
Her nickname. He hadn't called her that in years. "Of course."

Eira breathed in deep, trying to calm down. She’d have to spar after this, again.

"Now Eira, when the person of interest comes, I want you to escort them, show them how things work here, okay?" Kyan smiled, leaning back in his seat.

(GTG)

Eira returned the smile, “It would be my pleasure, Majesty.”
(Seeya!)

"Mhm." Kyan smiled. "Please, eat."

“If you would excuse me, Majesty, I have to run a perimeter check,” She lied, standing, “Thank you for inviting me.” She bowed and left the room, not heading to the perimeter but to the sparing ring.

"Mhmm."

Eira didn’t bother changing but headed straight for the ring, grabbing a sword and hurling it at the wall, tears in her eyes. No, Anahera?! She hurled another, That’s not right. She collapsed on the floor, head in her hands.

Calla stood up. "May I be excused?" She asked, in a bare wisp of a voice. "I'm not hungry, nor do I feel like being in the presence of others."