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Started May 15, 2019 by Deleted user

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Etzli took a deep breath and shakily stood up, brushing her dress off. She wrinkled her nose at it. So uncomfortable… She looked up at the bigger male and asked, "M-may I bring my coconut milk p-please…?"

(alrighty then I hope everyone has arrived because I'm going to get this party started for real.)

(Apparently not…)

(I'm home from college now so consider my attention yours)

(Ooh! How's college going for you?)

"I can't stop you, just keep it a little bit away from me." Verrian said, standing up and brushing past the doors, into the throne room. He took a seat in his own… Seat, let's go with throne right now.

Klaus watched the others walk into the throneroom and followed only behind after a soft prompt from the messenger. He looked around for his own seat, deciding to take one that didn't look too royal yet out of the way.

Dominik strode into the throne-room with something of a proud smile, Ames silently followed behind him. The lord took his place on a comfy seat directly opposite the king's throne, his butler stood loyal by his side.
"You needn't look so terrified," Dominik whispered to Ames with a soft chuckle. "What's the worst that could happen here?"
The butler didn't respond with words, the glimmer of doubt in his eyes told Dom everything. Dominik scanned the room, he personally knew a few of the others present, including Klaus, Verrian, and the Glenwoods, but there were a couple of odd souls whom he had not had the pleasure of meeting. He'd have to keep an eye on those ones.

The throne room was as still and quiet as death, Cambria wanted to scream to break the oppressive silence. Not a greeting, not a smile passed between any of them. They were all there. The Great Noble Families of the vampire race.
Waiting. Not even breathing.
Waiting in a vast room that may or may not become their tomb.

Cambria remained still as the stone beneath her feet as a secret door opened behind the throne and the King stepped into the room. His gaze flicked over each and every one of them, as if they were nothing but dust. No expression showed on his one handsome face. It looked as if he had aged drastically from the occurring events. Youthful features now haggard, rough, and cold. The King sat upon his throne before them, silent as he continued to stare. The rumble of his power a brewing storm threatening to break over them all.

Finally he spoke taking them all in. "One of you have done this." He hissed, bearing his fangs at them all, voice promising a gruesome death. "One of you have taken my wife from me. One of you, traitorous leeches would plunge our world once more into war and violence after I have given us peace!" He was shouting now his eyes glowing as red as the blood he consumed. Leaning forward and slamming his hands on the arms of his throne he roared, "I will have all of your heads if the traitor does not come forward! How dare you betray me."

(Verrian's adopting her, it's official)

(Frick yes. Wonderful development!)

Etzli walked slowly into the throne room, and eyes widened when she saw Verrian take a throne. He had said he was part of the royal family, but it hadn't registered until just now. …He was so nice… But all she had heard was that they were snobby and stuffy… She shuffled into a corner, away from Verrian, not wanting to intrude. She trembled pitifully under the stares of the other vampires at the fact she had walked in with the prince. But the stares were quickly averted when the king spoke. She flinched and cowered at the harsh voice. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. She shouldn't have come in here…

Victor instinctively wanted to shout out that accusing his subjects was unlikely to accomplish anything but he contented himself with rolling his eyes covertly. He sighed silently. t was annoying to see the royalty losing composure. One would think he would know how to control himself.

Dominik covered his mouth to oppress a laugh that was trying to fight its way to the air. He hadn't seen the king this furious for many years, it was somewhat amusing to him. However, deep down, he knew the king meant business. Dominik cleared his throat, rising from his seat to address the king. "Your highness, how can you be so sure that one of us had killed the queen? What evidence do you have that would point your suspicion in our direction?"

Edith's eyes widened. This was shocking. She had come across the country….to be accused of murder? No- High treason! Her silvery eyes narrowed. "My king…" She started, her voice low and rough. She bowed her head to him. "We have been ever-loyal and ever-faithful to the crown. None of us could commit such an abomination."
Well, at least I wouldn't… Edith thought with an accusatory glance at the others. She had to take into consideration that His Majesty was convinced it was one of them, he wouldn't have called them here if he wasn't. He would've sent a name and set price.

So, we have a murdered within our ranks….

Cambria stared at the King, too shocked to say anything. Gone was their peaceful ruler. Here was the male that rose to power with blood and chaos millennia ago. She was not ashamed to admit that fear sliced through her body, along with an equally violent slash of anger. How could he think that one of us did this?? She looked quickly around the room to gauge the response of the others, pressing her lips into a hard line. She was nothing but honorable. Had been her entire life…. to a point. She was a shield maiden of old after all. Sometimes things must be settled in blood. It was their nature.

And yet…To be accused of something so terrible as to murder the queen… A queen that everyone had loved. It was unthinkable. The male is lost to grief. She stood silently and placed a hand over her heart. "My King, I will swear on the old gods and the blood granted to me by my father, that none of the House Voccorix would ever think to partake in such a crime." She paused, swallowing Her anger, "To have so little trust in us, your lieutenants, your nobles, your council, is disconcerting." Cambria remained in her bowed position for a moment longer before seating, mentally preparing herself for the shouting match that was about to begin.

The King's red eyes met hers with a grimace. "Indeed. Trust." He sneered horribly at the court. "This is something I thought I had of you all. Only to be betrayed most dearly. As for my proof, the assassin was so kind to leave this beside my wife's dust." The King pulled out a oblong shaped object covered in a piece of worn cloth.

Dread filled Cambria's gut. This cannot be happening. He tossed the object onto the table where it clattered loudly, the cloth pulling away to reveal a thick stake tipped in deadly sharp silver.

Cambria jerked away from the table with a hiss, her fangs elongating to deadly points. Although, a stake through the heart was just a myth that they had passed on to the humans, the silver was a real threat. Putting them together and leaving it next to the ash of a loved one….an ancient challenge. One older than even Cambria herself. A challenge that was passed along frequently between the noble families during the old wars.

"This is how I know." The King spat.

Verrian surveyed the crowd of nobles, trying to get each of their reactions to the news. He saw Cambria doing the same and sent a brisk head nod her way, he didn't necessarily like anyone in the room, but he would say that if he had to line them up Cambria would be his favorite but also the one he kept far away. She was wicked ambitious, he had to give her that and by the looks of it, she was also trying to deduce who was a suspect just by their reaction to the news. He, of course, had already heard it, as he had been the first to discover his own mother's ashes.

Dominik's eyes narrowed at the silver tipped stake. "I thought only I had one of those." he cursed to himself. After a moment of silence, he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and sighed. "With all due respect, your highness, I was under the impression that the remaining silver tip stakes were locked away in the palace vault. If my assumption is correct, then wouldn't it be safe to assume that only someone with direct connections to the vault would have access to it?"
It may have sounded like Dominik was accusing Verrian or the king himself, but unless someone had stolen his own tipped stake, he couldn't think of who else would have access to such a weapon.

Victor recoiled slightly at the sight of the hated silver. But he looked around not understanding. Many of the others looked shocked, but a few like him just stared in confusion.

Klaus listened intently, like a scribe at an important formal event, rather than a house noble sitting at the table.
He almost sneered at Cambria's rise and pledge at loyalty. Only a fool would bring themselves out like that, susceptible for all kinds of rage and suspicion.
However, his faint traces of a sneer disappeared at the silver and even he jumped back a little.

Etzli's tears disappeared as she saw the stake. Instead of fear, her eyes were now filled with curiosity. She heard various conclusions. She murmured to herself, "What about if they made their own…?"

Edith had remained silent, stiff and scowling in her seat. Gunther and Hugo bared their fangs, hissing and growling at the sight of the stake. Edith's scowl remained.
A challenge…
Someone wanted the crown and badly. Otherwise it would be an ordinary assassination. Once again, her eyes slid along those gathered around her. She had no reason to want the crown, she had her own throne, her own empire for heaven's sakes. Her people were taken care of and well, living their lives to the fullest. She'd made sure of it. So who is in need of the power? she thought with a snap of her fingers, loud and crips, silencing her guards. They still stood alert, on edge. She was a bit jumpy herself. She shifted in her seat, almost recoiling at the sight of the silver-tipped stake.
"Someone always has to rattle the cage…" she tsked. Her eyes sliding along her fellow nobles with fiery rage.

The King scowled, gesturing angrily to the weapon upon the table. "Obviously someone has been busy forging." He stood from his throne, beginning to circle the nobles almost a kin to a lion stalking his prey. His eyes landing on each of them with a hard coldness that was enough to freeze their souls. "You think I do not know how you all bicker and manipulate for power? With my wife and I gone any of you snakes could scoop up the throne. Many of your families have been eyeing it for centuries, like circling vultures."

Cambria sat still as stone, she did not miss that the King had included his own son in his comment. Yet, something still nagged her about his statement. War was being declared, loudly and brutally. The King meant to answer in kind.
She stood by her declaration of innocence, for she was certain of the loyalty of her family and men, but Cambria knew it would take a lot more to convince the King of the virtue of House Voccorix. Especially with such weapons floating around, as it seemed. Yet the question lingered in her mind…
Who would do this?

At first Dominik had nothing to say. Part of him still believed this all to be some kind of joke, but there was one scenario that hadn't been prodded at yet. "Was the Queen happy in her marriage with you, my king?"
Ames gasped slightly at his master's bold question, feeling for sure that Dominik was overstepping his boundaries.
"If she was unhappy," Dom continued, "Then could it be that she took her own life, knowing that it would tear you and your kingdom apart?"

When the king's furious gaze fell on Etzli, she shrank against the cushions with an inaudible whimper. She really wished she had just stayed in the waiting room…. She heard Dominik's question and became scared for him. She shivered. Why was she here?