"Why must they require me?" Klaus asked rather bitterly as he snatched the scroll from the messenger and motioned for him to walk. "Go! I will follow behind," He finally snapped down at the smaller fellow, who quickly started to scuttle along, with the haughty vampire following.
As they walked, his question still bobbed playfully in and out. Yes, he was a noble of the King and Queen, but never have they called him for something like this. He had no family (therefore had money), and practically had no face in public affairs. However, the Queen's death is absolutely tragic, and if the King is injured, he would need the money to pay for his repairs.
There was a stirring in the air. He could hear the murmuring brought to him by the wind. All around they began to move. The creatures of the night had been summoned. Victor raised his head and tasted the air. With a slight growl he dropped down from the tree and landed crouching on all fours like a cat. He stood slowly, letting the night air fill his lungs and the smell of disaster touch his tongue. From carried whispers he was barely able to hear the news. He breathed in sharply. So… The queen is dead.
Cambria stood outside of the council room, hesitating for some reason. For the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of fear. Of course, war was no stranger to her, she was birthed on a Gaulish battlefield, and yet the feeling lingered in the back of her mind. Something dark and violent was afoot here. She could almost feel it breathing down her neck. Now was the time to protect her family above all else. This, she knew in her gut.
She knew that the other families would want to make a grand entrance, displaying their power for the court to see, despite the current misfortune of the Queen's death. Nothing like this had happened in centuries, she was sure. Not since the marriage of the Queen and King had ended the last of the feuds between families. Now there was no guarantee that they would not start up again. She would have to secure her lands in preparation and move her family to a safer stronghold…
She straightened her shoulders and pushed through the doors, head held high. Enough. She was the Heir of House Voccorix, she would be afraid no longer.
(ummm. That's pretty neat, but can we keep this to RP replies only? You can PM me pictures and plot stuff. Just so this doesn't get cluttered.)
(Yeah man, pictures and stuff can really slow it down.)
(annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd back to the RP!)
Etzli had arrived at the palace after a long, tiring ride. But now she was stuck outside of the courtroom, shifted on the uncomfortable velvet chair. Her aunt and uncle knew she wouldn't do well in court, so she was told to stay out in the waiting/lounge room and read or draw. She was quite used to this, but the new surrounding were throwing her off and she could smell the other vampire families in the building and was nervous, not trusting anyone she didn't know. She felt dizzy so she pulled out another bottle of coconut milk and sipped it slowly.
Verian walked out of his room, making his way to his father's throne room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of coconut milk. He stopped in his tracks, turning his piercing eyes to a small and sickly looking woman. "What," He started, "Are you drinking?" He asked the woman, the smell was absolutely horrible, it was probably worse for him, as he was allergic to coconuts.
An odd kind of smile curled on Dominik's lips, half thinking that the messenger's words were a joke. "Of course, I'll arrive promptly." he disposed of his cigarette butt in an ash tray on the table beside him as he rose out of the armchair and nonchalantly made his way out into the hallway. The butler, Ames, quickly turned his attention to the Lord, patiently waiting for his command.
"Ames, we are taking a trip to the palace. I don't know for how long, but it's best we pack for at least a week's stay."
Ames bowed silently then pivoted on the balls of his feet. He knew exactly what he needed to do.
Dominik arrived at the palace with his butler. The shorter, older vampire followed in his lord's footsteps as they were escorted through the palace by one of the king's servants. Not too far away, Dominik heard a familiar patronizing voice, and the closer they got to the throne room, the more familiar the voice became. Soon the voice had a face, one that Dominik hadn't seen for a good few years. He kept quiet however, he had nothing to say in the presence of the two vampires stood outside the door. As his eyes dropped to the younger woman, he was taken aback by how frail she was. But again, he said nothing. He and Ames waited for the heads up to enter the throne room.
A pale young man entered. He looked around, slightly patronizingly, but turned around, apparently not interested enough to comment or speak to anyone.
Edith looked to the ancient palace as she stepped through the double doors, flanked on either side by finely dress rough-necks. Her body guards, just for show and light work, Gunther and Hugo. They stayed silent as she led the way to the council room. She remembered the way after a few visits over the years.
She pushed the doors open and stepped in. She greeted no one, her eyes falling on each and every one of those guests already present. Her heels clicked as she made her way to the table, the sound echoing off the walls. Gunther pulled the chair out for her, Edith sat, and crossed her legs at the knees. The two brutish men took up post at either side of her, silent as the dead.
(Idk if any of you have watched Castlevania but, I'm thinking after this RP you should. :P)
Cambria leaned back slightly in her chair, taking on a more relaxed position, even though she was anything but relaxed. Each vampire that stepped into the room made her want to step out of it. They were all familiar faces, but no less dangerous. During the feuds the Voccorix family had stamped it heel aggressively onto other houses, Cambria had no allies here. At least…not yet.
She tapped her long pointed nails onto the table, eyes fixing themselves onto the throne before them all. Empty. For now. When the King came she knew his anger would fill up not only his throne, but the very room around them.
Victor's eyes flicked to Cambria's. He grinned sharply. Here was one of the few ones he recognized. One of the few names he actually knew.
Etzli looked up, startled and curled into herself, eyes wide and panicked. "C-coconut milk…? Why?" Her fangs flashed a little, having swung out in her fright.
Verrian sent glance to the others entering the throne room, then turned his eyes back to Etxli. "I'm allergic to coconut." He said, then held out his hand in greeting. "I am Verrian Villita, of the royal family Villita."
Etzli sealed up the bottle. "Sorry. It's my replacement for blood." Etzli hesitated before shaking his hand lightly, hers pale and tiny in his. "My name is Etzli. I'm the niece of the Master and Mistress of the Glenwood family. My aunt wanted me to come, but I don't know why. I generally don't leave the house."
Ver blinked down at her, before letting go. "May I ask why you don't drink regular blood Ms. Etzli?" He asked. "Or at least a better replacement that holds more nutrients. You look almost sick."
Etzli looked down, trying to shove the trauma back but failing. It showed on her face. She chewed her lip, breaking skin. When she smelled her blood, she hastily grabbed a kerchief, sopping up the crimson liquid, panicked.
"Ms. Etzli, breathe. In for one, two, three. Out for four, five six." Verrian instructed, going to her side. He knew not to touch her, she already seemed in a panic and he did not want to make it worse. "One, two three" He counted, hoping she would listen.
(Verrian's adopting her, it's official)
Etzli took a deep breath according to Verrian's count. She tried not to vomit.
Klaus swept into the waiting room of the other vampires in silence, his long best cloak swishing around his neat feet. He plucked a fancy handkerchief from his pocket and wiped down his somewhat sweaty face, nearing a corner like a haughty, tall shadow as he waited.
"Let's go inside, you can sit next to me." Verrian offered, he would protect this small vampire, whether she liked it or not.
Etzli shook her head. "I'm scared of crowds…" she whispered, fidgeting. "Aunt Vice told me to stay out here so I wouldn't freak…"
"It's only a few nobles, you'll be alright." Verrian assured the smaller vampire, "You won't freak out."
