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In these lands of kingdoms near and far. It allows for allies and enemies. One would be wise to keep their allies close. Some say keep your enemies closer. Though in this case Celidoine could use a strong alliance with Camelot. The kingdom of King Arthur. There hadn't been much between the said kingdoms since their father's had been king. Lorcan's father always stayed close to this alliance. In Lorcan's mind almost to close, but that was down to the more personal experience. Lorcan wasn't sure if he could say when Uther was tough, his father was tougher. Who was Lorcan to speak of what really happened behind the walls of Camelot? Thought for the most part it seemed to have something that Celidoine lacked. This pride and there was truth in its loyalty. Lorcan's deepest wish was the best of Celidoine. He would protect it how ever he knew how he could. When the newly crowned Pendragon came to the throne, Lorcan made it his first thing to meet the this king. Whom he had some crossings within the past, but for the most past were distant acquaintances. From what reached these borders, Arthur sounded a very impressive man and now King. A king that sort peace. Something Lorcan would help aid Arthur with.

So these past days sore a lot of movement in and around the kingdom. Especially the castle. Getting ready for the grand arrival for the kings to finally meet. There was a good section of the castle prepared for Arthur's stay in Celidoine for how ever long he wished to remain here. Celidoine was home for Arthur these days, a home away from home. Well, Lorcan hoped and wished it be like that, but Celidoine wasn't really Camelot, but it held its beautiful in other ways. It had a grand castle, but for the most part the Kingdom was well positioned in greenery and life. It wasn't as busy and going as the city of Camelot. Celidoine was more quaint despite it was still a decent size. It had that fairy tale touch. Done on purpose in Lorcan's mind to disguise the not so pretty things within its walls. That echoed of screams still to this day.

Lorcan down made his way down the steps to the entrance of the courtyard to best welcome the new arrivals. To welcome Camelot within the kingdom. The kingdoms will be become one for a short moment in time. So Lorcan wasn't so in line or role of the typical king. He wore dark colours. Black pants, shirt, jacket and finely made cape. It had crystals to help decorate it so it didn't come off to dark, but more regal so not to make him look to depressed. He just wasn't a man of a lot of colour. Plus he made black look good. His dark locks were well pull back with a decent crown upon his head. He just wasn't one for crowns all that much. It usually didn't take long for people to know who the king was. He made soon stopped in place in the waiting of Arthur who would be only moments away. Oh yes, he can almost hear the trumpets playing. The dining hall was set ready for the feast. His blue eyes at the ready at marking this new king and what Camelot would bring to Celidoine. He smirked as he caught Linnadhiel meeting beside him. Noting she was very beautiful today, a young girl on the brink of becoming a woman. He took her hand gently in his own and kissed her hand. In which she smiled with a blush. Linnadhiel perhaps a little keen herself to be meeting the new king, it wasn't everyday Celidoine got such guests or company. It can get a little lonely, but Linnadhiel was very much the princess of princesses, with a down to earth kind of heart. A sense of humour that Lorcan was only so wondering how she came of it, but that it caused her to be endearing.

"Good Evening, sister. Is Rose not ready? Are you ready to meet this new King? See if he rivals my charming nature."

Lorcan spoke to Linnadhiel with as much charm as he can. With a simply grin then motioned his eyes to find Rosabel as he asked Linn. He could ready her curiosity in meeting Arthur, perhaps more than he was Lorcan half smiled. Half expecting if Arthur is as great as the stories that had made their way to Celidoine, Linnadhiel may switch kingdoms. Lorcan joked about a possible rival.

'Majesty. Rose wasn't feeling well, she'll be down for the feast in a little bit. I am. You charming Lorcan? Your hardly a prince charming anymore, but I guess one can't really lose the charm. We'll soon find out. I'm interested to hear some of Arthur's adventures. I wonder if he's skilled in music at all!'

Linnadhiel addressed her brother. Extended the reasonings of Rosabel not being here. In which Lorcan nodded to. A little concerned, but he was sure it wasn't anything serious. Though pleased she would be down for the feast. Lorcan was amused by Linn poking fun at his charms. It really was that question did Lorcan even have them or were they just false. Who knows? Lorcan wasn't half surprised Linnadhiel be on Arthur for some kind of story. She liked travelling, but she was only really able to move around Celidoine at her young age plus who she was. Also she wasn't one that would be on these kinds of adventures that Arthur went on. Although finding it oddly cute she said adventures, he guested some of them were. Lorcan soon drifted his gaze in a soft escaped laugh as Linnadhiel really was now talking to herself. Perhaps already playing out how its all going to go in her head. Dreaming just a tad. Wondering himself just how this was going to go. The coming of the two kingdoms. The two kings. Ah, yes. Lorcan was ready to welcome Camelot and its, King Arthur to his beloved home, Celidoine. Across the mountains and within the trees. In a land that felt just a little far far from Camelot. A home away from home. Lorcan smiled.

Where was there to go? It didn't so much cross Lorcan's mind that he would leave. No. He would not. He had agreed to help. Lorcan is never the kind to just accept something, go through it half way and quit. It was not in him to not go through it. It was much like in life, you can't exactly just run away when things get to rough, in most cases one has to go through them. Well, of course then why was Lorcan out here. Running? For the most part, not really. It was more finding himself. It was never forever. So it didn't seem to count. But really when Lorcan said he'd help her, he meant it. It would take a lot from her to offend him to just simply walk away. Really? Lorcan put it down to it was really up to her. Lorcan was here. It was a matter of when she finally woke up to the world if she wanted to stay. Surely he was still very much a stranger and there was hardly any need for her in Celidoine. If she needed his help to get her more on her path, then Lorcan had already agreed to that. He had agreed to help until it was no longer needed. He wasn't going to be some ruthless king. In the deep of it all, he did have a heart. It was just for the most part twisted. Whether by his own hands or by another or perhaps even both. There is no way to really tell. For he was long set down his path that it was no use looking back for why.

It was just a hint. Just a small hint, but it was enough. As Yassia, took the cup into her fabled hands, that warm touch seemed to even warm her cheeks. Giving an almost hint of a glow. His eyes watched her curiously as she really did seem thankfully, even if tea wasn't something he did so often, well at least not this kind. Almost wondering if it'll turn her teeth black or something that would make her regret asking him to make it. His lips smirked. As it really didn't seem like a pleasant smell for either. He'd hoped this was a good sign he had churned it correctly. Perhaps this was maybe when he should have offered to taste it himself before handing to here. Not for poisons. Or maybe. He hardly expect it would kill her, would it? No. Of course not. Before he could protest at the tasting. Yassia spoke and her lips came to the rim, sipped the tea. Lorcan was left with a simple nod in response to her gratitude, although his eyes then fell to watch carefully as her lips tasted it. Waiting for the sign it all went downhill. Not really sure what these signs could be. Her eyes rolling back into her head, her skin goes pale or turns green. When her lips ceased and she spoke. Lorcan relaxed a little. The last thing he needed was an extra body to dispose and hers was too delicate to just be thrown in the depths of the waves so easily. Lorcan smiled amusingly as she spoke of the taste. He wasn't game to taste it himself, so he'd have to take her word for it. Besides he wasn't the one ill. Oh, maybe he was. Just she was his fever. Then a chuckle echoed through the hut causing his eyes to skim around. He knew who's chuckle it was. It wasn't hard to imagine that a chuckle like that belonged to a witch, to Kathryn. His attention had been taken around the room. Even when he couldn't exactly see Kathryn he could feel her. He knew this was the part of him still latching on. At least he hoped it was the case. Then Yassia burned her mouth with the tea and brought Lorcan's attention back towards her.

"Hmmm, that didn't seem pleasant. Allow me"

Lorcan looked to Yassia as she spoke, his eyes looked over her in a maybe too much in thought stare. Between her and her tea in her hands. His mind already knew what he was going to do, he didn't mind so much being in the presence of Yassia. It was small, it be quick and it wouldn't be so easy to tell. Not that Lorcan was hiding anything. Why would Lorcan need to hide anything? Surely he hadn't hid everything so far? Or had he? He muttered something that was utterly silent almost spoken within his mind. It was small. It was subtle. It was done as if he had done it like breathing. As if he had blown out so many Magical candles before or even standard candles of course. He motioned his lips above the cup and blew. His eyes changing shades for a split second. Though he continued to blow even without aid, there was hardly a difference to the untrained eye. Slowly the steam seemed to settle a little. Lorcan was sure he hadn't blown it to be too cold. He gentle took the cup from her hands. Took a sip to check. He slightly regretted it now. It really was unpleasant.

"Perfect... Well, just minus the taste. You sure you want to keep drinking that? It almost could make one sick just simply from the taste... Lucky I have a strong stomach so not to worry. For now."

Woah. His head whooshed a little then, as it seemed to all mess with his slight hangover mind. Which he had almost forgotten. Wait? No he had forgotten most of last night. He expressed a laugh for that was the whole point, to forget. Right? Wasn't it the reason to drink for the most part. All he could remember it all felt somewhat relaxing and good. Otherwise why would he repeat the process. He handed her back the now cooled cup. Half regretting it, now he knew what it tasted like. His stomach then settled down more. He hardly wanted to empty himself entirely onto Yassia. No, that was hardly the honourable thing to do. Not that Lorcan can really say he has not done that before. He half smirked, but now really wasn't the time. Even if it was better out than kept in. As he was regaining his taste buds and trying to stop his eyes from popping out. He was brought back to Yassia's more amusing words. Finding it slightly odd as she spoke of ghosts. His eyes moved around the room. Was she also seeing the ghosts. No. She mustn't. Lorcan knew it was mainly him. At least he hoped so. For thats a path he defiantly didn't think would be a good one to go down to and most likely unable to return from.

"Unless you plan on murdering me and disposing my body in the ocean. I think I'm a solid figure. I might not be able to pass through walls or do other cool moves, but least I have my solid good looks to gaze upon... Now don't you be the one thats fretting to lose me. I wouldn't be so quick to beg me to stay, but as it is your wish. I am here to stay for however long to wish it. Just wish me away when you tire of me or I have lost my solid charm and I simply become a vision of something I once was."

Lorcan jested to Yassia. The only ghosts in here was that of Kathryn. Perhaps this Mircea she wished to find. Though he could only feel and see Kathryn's for the most part. Whether she really was a ghost or a figment of his mind he wasn't entirely sure. He was quite sure it was probably best he didn't see her. Then why would he wish not to see the woman he once loved, that he still loved. It just wasn't something one ever thought about when one dies, as is if you want them to haunt you. Isn't it peace you wish for them. Which ever it was, he was quite sure he was half ways of being a ghost from time to time, but he had a future at being a king, that he hoped wouldn't end with a sudden early passing. His skin tingled as her hand touched his skin. He jumped a little as if thinking Kathryn was suddenly there and more some reason could touch him. Then relaxed as all he saw was Yassia. She wasn't the same as Kathryn, just a different beauty. His eyes tracked down. He knew even going down that path was a lame one. It would cause to much things, that were just rather pointless. For it was much like comparing anyone to another. It just didn't work that way. Then really who was Yassia to Lorcan. Nothing much other than a girl he had rescued for now. A rather pale yet sweet girl. Perhaps kind. Though then why wouldn't she be. He had just saved her life and in ways still saving it. There be hardly reasons to be rude to your saviour. Though Lorcan was hardly one to really expect she would all of a sudden change. He just wouldn't be so surprised. People always change. It wasn't a matter of how much nor why. It was merely a matter of when. Then people aged. When you aged you changed in ways. It was just a matter of not being so ignorant about it.

"No we should not run, but it seems to be in our nature. To not confess to all our sins... If your speaking in more physical form then fighting is much what we need to do, but running can also mean escaping. It maybe the best choice. We all need to escape even for a moment. Need to be reminded why we need to stay or even if we should stay. Sometimes it can be best for everyone even if they don't realise it... And yes your right... Then, What is it that your running towards Yassia? Not just some lonely prince on a sandy beach. Then I forgot the white horse."

Lorcan spoke having heard Yassia's more in depth response. He knew there was something at the core of what she spoke and trying to come across. Yet, Lorcan knew she was also being rather vague. It was fine, Lorcan was slowly unraveling this puzzle himself. Though its best most cases to just let it do it itself. There was no need to just place someone where they wouldn't want to be placed. Misplaced judgement happened more then Lorcan knew. He was still victim to doing it himself, he was sure there be hardly any who didn't. It was that notion one wanted something to be so simply explained and yet things were just so vastly complex. It was much like it can't exactly be explained. He was interested to see where she was running towards. Then hadn't he already been told that, Camelot. Though how she had said it, she seemed to be speaking about something different. Lorcan wasn't overly displeased if she wished not to talk to hi about it. It was hers to keep and he would hardly be offended. He barely knew the woman. There was no deliberate means for him to bring up prince in her words. He hadn't said it out of truth or lies. Nor to see a reaction. He merely said it. Jested it. He had nothing to hide so to speak. He allowed what he allowed to be told. When asked he answered. It was just a matter of how much detailing he gives. In many cases he could answer and in the ways of it completely left without an answer. It was all a matter of using the words correctly. It wasn't so simply that he was toying nor playing. He was simple Lorcan with a mind not so easily explained. He was confusing at the best of times. More in the end Lorcan was just Misunderstood. It wasn't his fault that people didn't understand him. It was how he was viewed by others and just in ways he used that.

He had not seen her actions so bad she needed to be sorry for it. It was just something that had not happened. He knew she had meant out of play with it. It was simply fine. Lorcan wasn't so within himself that he simply saw himself above everyone else. He smiled gently as her sincereness was enough to show him she really had meant no harm. Lorcan is just fickle at times in trying to understand, when somethings are just plain and simple. His head nodded as she spoke of trusting him. Repeating it. Sure as she kept repeating it, it will soon be set in stone? Well, he doubted that. Trust was never that easily sealed, but he knew what she meant. The honesty and innocence was plain to see. For the current situation she trusted him. His actions were trustworthy. His lips grinned as she spoke about her eyes. Lorcan was sure he could already see they thanked him just by looking at them. They had that trickle in the centre or maybe it was just the reflection of the crackling fire behind him. Burning in her eyes. Though he was sure he could also see tiny Lorcan in there, was he upside down? Strange things have happened.

"Can't say I'd be disappointed if the dress refused. It would just distract from your appealing skin. You might warm up better without it. You have a nice blanket to curl up in. It would be more comfortable I'd imagine.... Did that just sounded like I've worn a dress before? Perhaps best kept left as a mystery for the time being. Help amuse your mind."

All Lorcan could do was be amused at her words. The more of a hole she was digging. Oh how any other man could cope. With how many directions her words could tell. For really why would a man be upset if a dress refused. It sure save a lot of time for most occasions. Then wouldn't she warm up quicker without clothes. She had a nice fur blanket, his sister said something about a fever or something. Oh an what did she say about body heat? Was the quickest way or something? Lorcan wasn't overly apposed to stripping himself if that's what it meant. He was sure he could warm her up nicely whilst keeping his hands to himself. Then best not to promise that if they test the waters so to speak. Oh wait, well this probably why she wanted a dress. To discourage this behaviour. As Lorcan retrained his male urges. He was suddenly wishing for a nice pint now.

Lorcan then refocused on the task at hand. What a task he was blessed with? Wow. Was all that was repeated in his mind? Surely he was safe she couldn't read his mind. Nodding. Lorcan motioned him self over the bed to be behind Yassia, as he replaced his hands upon Yassia. Helped Yassia to sit before him so best go at the lacing. Although having said what he just did and thought. He was rather mindful of where his hands laid. As he helped her to sit. His hands lingering rather warmly upon her chilled body. He breathed out of amusement. Surely with magic he could dry her clothes and make her as warm as she wished. Though this seemed more enjoyable. Call him a weak man. Every man was and every man had one. He allowed how ever distance she wanted between them. It just seemed easier to take care of her from here. Plus his eyes would merely see her back bare, hardly any of her front bare skin. Though if he trailed his eyes down he could see a rather pleasing feature, but for the most part all her womanly parts were out of his sight for now.

"If I seem extremely skilled at this, don't be alarmed."

His hands slowly unknotted the bow of the cords. This was harder than one would expect. Which made it seem women had it tougher than men in this world. Especially when Lorcan knew men probably be content the women wearing a lot less. Well then came the obsessive husbands not wishing their wives touched by another man. Which Lorcan knew happened regardless to how difficult the garment was. For most part men can go to great lengths to get what they want or doesn't belong to them. If one can really say anyone including a woman belong to really anyone, other than themselves. His hands slowly pulled the cords, loosening the garment bit by bit. Seeing the more loosened the more skin he was glimpsing. She had exquisite pale smooth skin. So delicate and sweet. A gentle smell of seas salt and it seemed heaven. His hands motioned to pull the fabrics at the top more a part as it seemed these worked a lot with strength sometimes to really get them to loosen up. Which caused his fingered within the garment and melt within her cooled skin. Having much the desire to touch it more gently. The curve of her neck just glowing of the warm fire. He hadn't much will as his hands gently then ran down the back of her neck as his own throat was a bit caught within the moment. He was still together. His hands ran down the curves at her neck, feeling the soft skin even more beautiful as they ran down the top of her spin as they made for the garment once more to loosen it up more. Until he was sure it was well loosened, it was a matter of whether she wanted him to continue to take it off or she did. As his finger gently brushed back up the top of her spin to her neck. His hands then gently ran over her shoulders. Before taking his hands off. His eyes upon nothing than her skin. The back of her neck and trailed down where he had loosened it. Before also regaining his eyes and looked upon her cheek.

"Yassia, you just have exquisite skin forgive me if I made you uncomfortable... Now is this loose enough? I think next stage is removing it. Seeing as I will merely see your bare back, this should be quite pain free for the both of us."

Lorcan had found the confidence to own up to it instead of just pretending it did not happen, when it was still quite embedded in his mind. A little hard not to when his eyes was still much upon her skin. It was best ask what she needed of him next. Though he gathered now was the actual removing part. Which sitting behind her shielded him mostly of her front womanly parts. It was mainly her back. Although it was rather pleasing in itself from what he glimpsed of it. This should help Yassia feel more comfortable and it shouldn't be so hard to hold back to much of the desire touchings. There was only so much Lorcan could do about his brain. His thoughts. He hadn't even pondered exactly what was in her mind at his touches other than she probably didn't wish it.

The room held the echo of the crackling of the fire that seemed to almost seem far in the distant. The rest of the hut was seeming so large for when in fact it was rather quaint and rather cozy. It was just seeming that everything around was just a little shaded from Yassia being mostly the certain of attention. Or more she was the focus of Lorcan's mind. It was that looming question. Now wasn't it? How much was she looming on his mind? How much of anything else had consumed it? There was very vast hint as Yassia was standing out so vivid and not just because Lorcan was sitting so close and their bodies so close. Lorcan could see white of her eyes and how they had the faint pink from all the sea water, how the rough night had rattled her brain. He could see how it had rattled her in several places. Lorcan was so close and observant he would make out how her eyes had a faint glow of the fire behind him. It gave her this feeling of a fire within her more frozen or drown appearance. There was just something there just very barely at the simmering and Lorcan could just glimpse it. Feel his mind trying very subtly to figure her out. Lorcan's mouth smirked faintly. As he gentle and very smugly raised his eyebrows before setting them back down. For he could find from the way her eyes moved across him and the faint shivering of her skin, which Lorcan could tell was not so much from the fever she had expressed to. This was a shiver from the suggestions he had made. That he was not so simple to her. Lorcan had laid out the simple weaving of his words and found they had worked.

It was that fine line was he trying to trick people? Was he hiding who he was? Why was there need to keep people just a little off track? There was no easy answer to it. Lorcan was Lorcan, he wasn't easy to understand. If anything he was just misunderstood. His smirk soon melted in a more warmer smile. In the heart of it he was kind, he just like keeping people a little on their toes and see how they reacted. To see how their minds worked. Not to so much make them dumber at times, but in ways to make them smarter. A small mind challenge was always pleasant. Exercising it, so to speak. Lorcan then laughed in his mind for he was weaving himself now and falling a little off track. His lips smiled more endearingly as Yassia spoke of his hands. His hands were very able. He smiled more. Then his cheeks gently glowed with a shade of pink as he felt her cheek melting into his hand. It was a gentle and subtle moment. A hint she was lending a trust. She was becoming more comfortable. Lorcan smiled as his eyes danced over her rather amused by her embarrassment of what she had just done. Lorcan wasn't making fun of her. He was more admiring the human inside her. It was a human thing to feel. To feel things or to act and there not being the slightest idea why it happened. Allowing the slight undoing of a person.

Lorcan's smile softly died and his eyes refocused as Yassia as she spoke and Lorcan made sure to hear it. Taking in her words and he nodded his head. Rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he tracked his eyes down the length of her body as he motioned to find what she spoke. When he spotted the faint little pouch, Lorcan untied it gently from her belt. Playing with the small pouch with his hand as he gentle released is other from her cheek. As with both hands he opened the pouch. Frowning his eyes a bit as he contemplated what was inside and curious as to what this was? There the herbs were mix of different colours. Lorcan was almost sure he saw colour he had never seen before as he motioned a pinch with his fingers, but soon looked away to Yassia.

"I may need a little direction, my sister is the true healer in my family not I... These seem dry enough. I do not think these look familiar. Where did you say they were from?"

Lorcan didn't hint with nerves in his voice from the fact he didn't know what to do with them. He wasn't that easily weakened even if he wasn't sure about something. This was making him just more curious and interested. He thrived on wanting knowledge. From the pinch between his fingers Lorcan could feel the herbs dry enough. Nodding faintly and expressed a needing to know what these were. As his hand played the pouch in his hands. He was here in every way shape and form, to help. It was not in him to not help. As he took motion to look over the pouch and question what it really was. Then came the short breathe by his ear and Lorcan's eyes ran over Yassia. Screaming a little in his head. 'NO'. As he places the pouch upon the table and his hands came at the call of Yassia. Lorcan's eyes shot over her feature with concern. Touching her, but fearing too much of a touch may send her to a place he could not reach. If it would damage her. She looked so fragile like a frozen lake. Needing to be taken care of with gentle and caring touches so not to break it. He could see how blue she was going. Her lips hardly with any pink. Lorcan ran his hands upon her face. Trying to gently keep her warm and awake. 'Shhhhh'. Lorcan escaped through his lips. Trying to not lose her again.

Then as his hands began to stroke her head again and her cheek. His gentle 'shhhh' relaxed her waves that had shot up her body. She was not great deal at warm, but he had for a moment broken the sharp cold. Lorcan now feared to let his hands go from her again. Was it maybe his hands left her that she felt the cold break back through? Lorcan's brain calculated that this was highly not the case, but he wasn't about to challenge this thought. It wasn't worth the risk nor Yassia's life. For now he would keep with the gentleness of his close touch. Sooth her and keep her alive. As Yassia smiled up at him and began to spoke. Lorcan's concerned features relaxed. Letting out the breath he had been taken hold. Lorcan sat back a little so not to completely fall upon her, but kept his hands at bay upon her.

"Men generally deserve it, they can be stubborn and blind. It's women that see with such clarity... Cursing stars when something doesn't go the way you want, is seeming rather like an excuse... I can see why it is said more than often. 'maleeixo' I shall remember it for later reference... I think we in Albion also have a word we use to curse. Well, in some cases there are several words, but its best I don't express them in the company of a lady so lovely as you are... It also might change your image of me"

Lorcan expressed the words mostly through jests and a gentle voice. To keep her mind well distracted from slipping into a world far from here. To keep her mind as much off any pain he could. Lorcan smirked in between as he noted how Yassia was watching him, at times just that watching him. Chuckled inside that she was really trying to undo him, but he wasn't so sure she was near being successful. His eyes frowned a bit as if maybe during her gaze she was maybe not seeing the entire picture. Thus he began expressing a little more in his words to bring her mind a little more around. As Lorcan listened to her words about the cursing. It really did just sound like an excuse for everything bad that happened. Lorcan knew this was not so much a trait of her people, but a trait in humans. To curse. To blame something or someone else for something bad happening. It was again just a human thing. Lorcan wasn't going to say he wasn't guilty himself. Cursing wasn't all that foreign. Lorcan laughed between his words. For he was guessing his curses words were maybe a little more direct than her own was. Not fitting to be heard from the ears of a lady. Lorcan laughed again as he gently joked with Yassia. With a gentle shake of his head. As his lips smiled and his cheeks blushed of the small laughter that escaped during the moment. He had really forgotten where they were himself. Though that gentle crackling reminded him from time to time and the gentle warmth it glowed.

Lorcan's hand incased around her face. Brushing the hair until his hand had moved to here shoulder. Feeling the space ever so close. Lorcan had spoken his words in a means to try and break the silence. Feeling the coldness underneath his words came out not matching his actions. For he realised he had little control of most things as he slowly was gathering his mind. Then his eyes ran over her eyes. His reading they were confused. Why was she panicked? Why was she seeming uncomfortable? Was he squishing her? Was he hurting her? He skimmed for the reasoning for this and wanting to stop it before it grew. He then felt the firmness of her hand and let go of his hands. 'Oh'. Lorcan thought. Realising now how his action upon her clothes, the closeness and how his words had come across. Lorcan shook his head.

"Oh no no... Sorry I must have lost my train of thought... I'm sorry, forgive me I did not mean for it to come out like that. I guess you had me well, quite out of my own control... I only meant by that so you don't catch more of a chill... Forgive me Yassia I meant it out of kindness and my lame attempt at breaking the silence. I promise I am not seeking anything out of you being undressed other than your own well being. I meant it. When I said you'd be safer with me. I promise to act and to do whatever makes you comfortable. Not that with or without your anymore or less appealing. But this is really besides the point when your well being is vastly important than the shape of your skin. I'll keep my hands steady for all I care for in this is that your are healed and live to see another day. That you may one day being able to look upon all that has transpired and smile that you survived along enough to see all your dreams come true. But just forgive me if what my eyes gently linger upon that I may silently admire, but I promise I'll keep my thoughts to myself. And I'll keep my hands in check.... Please Yassia, let me help you. Just direct me and I am here. Trust me..."

Lorcan spoke trying reassure Yassia of what he had meant. He had meant it to be more than really a harmless thing to say and it clearly was not. Lorcan just tried to prove she could trust him, there was a lot of words, but Lorcan wasn't stumbling so much and trying to mean everything he said. Maybe this was not the time to confuse her, but it had become such in his nature that it was had time hard to control. Lorcan knew if Yassia's brain worked at least half decent she could read into what he was trying to mean. When he spoke 'please, let me help you'. Her gentle replaced one of his hands just upon her arm. Hoping to show he was not trying to force her to do anything she wished never to do. He was merely here to help, but how could he even attempt if she was afraid of him. If she hadn't a bit of trust in him and a part of Lorcan wouldn't blame her if she hadn't any trust for him, but he hoped she could try to. Feeling his thumb rub her skin kindly as he spoke to 'trust me'. As his eyes kindly made to her own. then he regained back his hand incase it was too soon to offer even a brush of his skin and Yassia was now completely closed to the idea. His hands then made to the dresses he had laid out at the foot of the bed. His hand taking them by the hangers as he reached behind. Placing them upon Yassia's lap. His hand still holding the hangers, but placing them upon her lap so to have a better look.

"So which would you prefer? Take your pick... Best you don't ask me. I have a quite biest opinion, any to me would only enhance your beauty. Never diminish."

Lorcan asked with a release of his breath and the changing of the tone of the conversation. Trying to lead away from what could embarrass Yassia and what could more lighten her up her cheeks with a quiet amusement. As Lorcan showed her the dresses. If she had gone through all this she had gone through. Lorcan knew the choosing of dresses was the last thing she was caring about and she had already expressed her distaste of coming across selfish. Lorcan just thought this was more a simple choice where she can begin to feel herself again. She was after all human with an opinion. It was a nice thing he thought to be presented after being nearly killed and survived. A sense of normalise. For he knew in her mind she was probably thinking most all that she had lost and not what she was gaining or what she could gain. She had a life now before her at the grasp. If this simple gesture of her choice was to help hint her towards that then Lorcan was here to help. To make her feel a bit more a live and a human deserving to be a live. That even in the darkest moment everything she was mattered. She had survived merely because she was meant to live. Lorcan had no idea whether it was stars or anything else guiding. Than just the course of life. Fate and Karma. Lorcan didn't care to over think why she had survived or why he had come to find her it was not important, the how it happened. It was because it happened why it was important.

The day was seeming to move ever so slowly. It was still morning? Wait? Was it morning? This caused Lorcan to stop short. Think? Lorcan was bright. He didn't really take much heed to what time it was. He had no clock by him and he had been a sleep a long time, he was sure. He could have just assumed it was morning and not having the real faint idea what really time it was. Looking towards the sky it really was just a fabled guess. The clouds were still thick from the rain that fell the night before. There was still the hints. The faintness of fog from the clouds that had fallen. His eyes just taking sight of the yellow spot hidden behind the blanket of white. It was seeming morning. Just well? Late morning. Lorcan sniffed a little. Who was here to really to blame he had slept in? There was just him and Yassia. It had been a rough night in many ways, he had defiantly needed to sleep it off. Had Lorcan meant for this to led him to fall a sleep outside and in forest? Not so much. He just put it down to lack of control. His mind was well shaded. He probably just fell asleep where last stood. Lorcan was surprised he didn't wake up with a cold. He guessed he had thick skin. He was someone usually misunderstood. That mystery puzzle. Well, he liked to to keep people guessing. Depending on who they were.

Lorcan really was a man with a kind heart. He also had a very keen head. Things were more shaded than they seemed. Lorcan continued his hold of the fabled woman. His hand caressing her cheek again as her words escaped her lips. Lorcan's ears took her words. Her plea. Her wishing to do nothing than believe. Lorcan's hand made to wipe her tears. Who was Lorcan to tell her not to? To believe anything else. He wasn't. He couldn't. He defiantly wouldn't. A lot of the troubles in this world was down to not following ones deepest believes, but listening to what they called 'reasoning'. Now there is a point though, that believing can turn into a tunnel unable to return from. It can soon become filled of nightmares. Of false dreams. Of getting so high up that one forgets even where ground lays. It was just a matter of listening to your heart. Everyone had a voice. An inner voice that called. It was just a matter of tuning in. Lorcan was better at tuning in to others and quite well at keep himself from others tuning in to him.

Lorcan continued to run his hand gently over her cheek. His hand very closely to her lips. As his escaped a shhh. Lorcan heard her plea. It was best she saved her voice, her energy. There be more time later to pour out all she needed. What she required. Lorcan's eyes ran over her. He knew such things had only begun for her. These images she was seeing was merely a taste. It wasn't so much the present pain. It was how this pain can endure. Lorcan wondered how this, Yassia would play out in a year from now. Something to this scale was going to leave a defiant scar. It would just be something to watch it heal. If it ever did. Would she be stronger than he had been? Or Would she be weaker? Take the road, Lorcan had toyed with taking. It was hard to tell if this was even a flutter in this girl's brain. As Lorcan caressed her. He was toying how much he cared about this. About this, Yassia. He was on a level. He was a kind man. Could he come to care for her? It was barely a thought. A flutter of a thought. It wasn't something he would stop or try to start. There was no reason to force anything. For now she was Yassia, a girl from the ship. Not much else. She had the right to be saved, as did most people he would have done the same. With that his eyes shifted. Smirked. Only Lorcan knew that answer. Or did he. Causing a frown between his eyes.

Ah. There it was. Brother. No wait. Stepbrother. Not just that a friend and Guardian. Of special importance. Family. Lorcan jested towards, despite the lack of blood joinment. There was a hint why hadn't she said brother? He wondered if someone very much family one would have said brother then stepbrother. Her lack of mind he wouldn't expect her to be so so formal. Not that brother was much like a title as prince was. But to some there just titles. Family didn't always mean by blood. Lorcan should know about the ill mixed blood. His father was sure not his first choice at the title, but really. Did one have much of a choice? He had ruled much of Lorcan's life. Well as much as he thought he had. Not so much now. Lorcan flinched at that. For then why was there that need last night? As much as he thought he was free, he was reminded he wasn't just yet. He probably wouldn't be until that crown was upon his head.

Then. Then. He could set his kingdom free. Keep it safe. Not just glossy it with this fairy tale image. Breathe back life into it. Feel the soul deep within and let its heart race throughout the lands. The decades and many more centuries to come. Even if it trickles down to a myth a faint whisper. As long as it is a strong one and a reminder of the song the heart once sang, it was enough. Even if only Lorcan is whispered and it makes one recall the fairy tale with a real core of magic of real humanity thriving. His eyes traced back to Yassia. Feeling her words of gratitude come to meet his ears. Lorcan dipped his head in response. His eyes shutting as he did. Lorcan smiled softly. As she defiantly wanted his help to find her brother, but knew she was not strong enough. Admiring how her tone to this realisation came out. Feeling the strings in her brain work in a slight wonder of clock works. Just minus the clock, maybe. He then looked at her. There was no telling how well this mind worked. It had been well hit and drowned. Who's to tell if it had been damaged? Ah. That's the question. Was it already damaged? That's of course if it is. Lorcan knew it probably just not working as it should for now. Not that Lorcan cared to much how smart someone was. His mind was just well? Always working. He liked to keep them all guessing. If someone was to read something into him. There be a good chance Lorcan led them there. For there is always more than one plan. More than one thought that rang through his mind. He was good at compelling even with out help of magic. It just came down to the type of mind. There just was something about sucking someone in and then able to weave them if needed. Well depending again who they were. It defiantly helped to weave out the enemies. Not that Lorcan was seeking them. Lorcan always felt quite in the middle of the crowd. Not sure the eyes were upon him were all that clear. That they didn't look at him the way they should. Then who was Lorcan to tell how one should judge someone. He wasn't about to make everyone like him. He did not care for that. If they did, it was by choice and just the natural course.

The dreary start of the day vanished along with the cold. As the hut started to fill with the warm crackling fire. Lorcan's eyes danced upon the flames. As they started. Watching as they jumped log after log. As if a life of their own. Slowly rising. Growing. How did one not see this inside a person? Humans were maybe the most destructive creature. So full of power, it was just a matter of how to use it. For Fire if controlled can be wondrous. If left to grow wild it can be wondrous for all the wrong reason. But in the end either path can be blown out and if one is lucky breathed again to start again, to rise again in flames. Lorcan very much wished to be in control. Hmmm, how much? It was not so easy to say for now. For from time to time, fire can get a little out of hand and then set back on its course. Was it so wrong? Lorcan wasn't about be to be labeled a villain not close. He thought more be lack of labels. Someone that wasn't so easy to be defined. So easily figured out. Maybe this was his fear that someone would figure him out. See his weakness. So he did all he could to distract them. His sisters knew him well. He didn't feel the need to hide from them greatly, but with them he wasn't so much a prince nor heir he was their brother. They were a family no matter what. If titles were stripped, they would always have each other. That was the one part that was real in their family. Their connection. Yet, there was still that each sibling had their own course. Kathryn opened Lorcan to the man he is today. She saw in him what many don't. She took this depressed shy boy and he became so much more a live. He just felt a bit dead before. He was always kind, but something was awaken when she came into his life. He saw a new light in this world. Saw everything more clearly.

Was she following him? Was he really seeing her face dance within the flames? His face ran of an expression he was confused. Saddened in a way. A slight pain. Why had she said what she said? If it had been her? Seek her? to not follow? Lorcan though he had strayed far from that path a few years ago. Was she seeing that was not the case? Maybe he was hiding it even from himself. Or was there something else to those words. Before Lorcan could really dive into these ideas and thoughts, her image soon faded. Nothing than flames. Like a thick warm blanket. Mix of reds, oranges and yellows. It was even nice to him. Warming his ice cold skin. Lorcan remained upon the spot on the bed. His head moving back to Yassia as she spoke. Camelot? So this course had been close? Lorcan was about to speak then she formed her promise to the secret. His eyes looked down in a joyous smile an escape of a breath. As somehow he believed her. He would have to trust her in this. Not that it was in his heart of hearts to really hunt her down if she happened to spill her guts, literally.

"Camelot you say? Well, that's not much than a few days ride. I'm sure you'll only be late by just a few days, depending on how quick you heal... And, its best you don't travel even half healed. There are things in the forests. Nay these lands, that are not as charming as I can be... Gratitude. It is much a special place and I do not wish to see it ruined."

Lorcan's voice started to bring out his words. Forming more and more. How she would take him? Was up to her. Lorcan assumed she was probably over due on her arrival, maybe would be by a couple days. But it just seemed wise if she waited until she was healed. If she was familiar she'd be quickly snagged. Well this is depending if Lorcan was helping her cross these borders. He had little to no objections. He expressed a concern he was maybe expected back at the castle soon before to much suspicion arose. His little adventures weren't exactly secret. He breathed out a laugh. Either way he'd happily help her. He just feared even with him; her lack of health may just hinder him. Wait? Why was he doubting his skills? Hmmm, still it wasn't worth the risk of both lives let alone just hers. He did after all had his spidey senses at his finger tips at the ready. Just he'd have to keep them at a very silent whisper. His lips turned into a half smile, smirk. He had a lot of mystery. He always had a plan. Several at a time.

He then looked at Yassia in more concern as the chill seemed to really be catching her. Especially between the teeth. Lorcan reached out a hand to feel her forehead. These were not good signs. Lorcan then focused on her words. On her needs. Nodding. Taking note. As if a magical notepad and quiver appeared. Water he could muster. As he had carried the bottle he had found. He expressed he wasn't sure it was enough. Enough for now. Once she was a little more set on track. It was maybe best to take her to the kingdom. There was much more supplies there, but for now the hut was more than welcoming. He handed her the water. Lorcan looked to the fabled storage. He knew it was generally kept well stocked so for the random visits. Sometimes, like this one.

Lorcan pulled his weight off the bed as he made way to the storage. Pulling the door open. There was some bread. Mixed grains and more herbs. Spices. Fruits and veggies. He almost forgot the garden nearby. Though there seemed enough here. No meat as it clearly would be well out of date. He could manage to catch some fish. Ummm, Lorcan toyed. As he turned to her. Would she be able to stomach something from the sea? He was sure a fish wouldn't churn up a great deal of pains, then he was sure they'd surface on their own either way. Then he heard her words about her clothes. It clicking in his head. right! Clothes. Of course. Ribs? He toyed as he motioned to the small wardrobe. Not a lot inside. Not as much dust as expected. It had been visited more recently than he had thought. Isolde had just returned, Lorcan wouldn't be surprised she had already snuck off to these special places. Though there was a couple of choices. Even for Lorcan. It sure brimmed him up. He could return for once out of the clothes from the night before. Ooh, even a jacket. He could least appear smart looking. He grinned. He toyed his finger upon his lips. He was thinking this maybe something best left for her to choose. He escaped a laugh. He doubted in her state she'd be picky, but she was a woman. Then she was also a person, who he was sure had opinions. He defiantly couldn't choose. And he wasn't one to want to try and size her up. As there were options from both Isolde and Linn. He, no defiantly not wanting to go down that road. He was wise enough not wishing to have himself bruised or marked. He knew women can slap and hit hard when they meant it. He thought maybe it was down to the man just would let them hit them maybe. After all how many men were just out to hit women? He stopped in his train of thoughts, for he knew there were more than few. Shaking the thoughts. Anyways? He wasn't sure what he could do about her ribs. If dented. He could offer to undent them. It was a little hard to really reach or grasp ribs, but he could find a way. Oooh as Lorcan flinched his hand. He was sure there is a spell for this. Though there was a chance he could remove the bone completely maybe more. As he tried to recall. He pulled out a wooden rustic plate. Placed some bread, cheese and some fruits for now. He could make more of a meal once the fish were caught. With his hands? Well, we'll see. Did he not say he always had a plan? So not to worry. He motioned back to Yassia and placed the plate upon the small wooden table beside the bed.

"This should be enough for now? There is an ocean outside, so I'll catch us some fish. If you don't mind? It might just be easier. Who knows, I might even find a lobster... There is a few to select as far as dresses, go. I'm, ah forgive me I'm not so skilled at the picking of dresses. But, please help yourself. Both Isolde and Linn seemed to have left some, they won't miss them... Are you offering me the chance to help the undressing? This should be a man's dream, but I must let my pride speak for me. If only you wish the need of my help, of cause... I'm not sure, I think how ever you spin it. Still comes off slightly creepy, right?... If you wish to handle this in more privacy? I can offer that whilst I go play fish hunter... I'm not sure I can offer much aid to your ribs. I may know of something, I just have to recall some more, we don't need the bone to completely vanish after all... The stars? If your seeing stars, I'm not sure that's a good sign. Are you feeling dizzy?"

Lorcan spoke as he remained standing at the bed. Gesturing to the plate as he had placed it down. Expressing he could catch a fish or more. Checking this be easy for her to handle. How was he to know? She could be allergic. He joked about the lobster. As it was the more classy kind of shellfish. For this hut was small and no real castle, but had enough clearly. All was missing was the extra touch of expense. A lobster could be the trick. Although the screams might just put them off. We'll see how Lorcan's skill plan out. Lorcan motioned back to the clothes and pulled out a couple of dresses as he gestured to them. Placing them upon the end of the bed. It really wasn't something he was so comfortable choosing. There was offence there quite easily at the slip of his hand of his choice. It was best be hers. He knew there was that every need to ask to help her undress. She was well. Not quite healthy. This really was a dream for most men. A strange woman he's just met. Quite helpless. Alone in a hut. A crackling fire to muffle out the screams and miles away from anyone hearing. It was almost perfect. Although Lorcan didn't exactly make clear what kind of screams, of course. He knew the right thing was to ask more kindly. Though it still seemed creepy. He just gave up. Yassia, hopefully got the point. There was maybe a hundred men that would have kicked him in the knees. Or a place a little higher. As he offered her privacy as he went hunting. If Lorcan was the pouncing kind it be when one least expect it. Not that Lorcan is about to let you know what kind he was. We can leave that for another time. He certainly had all the time in the world. He offered aid for her ribs. He was sure his words were confusing, but he wasn't much of the lying type. Or well he just avoided certain things. No, of course Lorcan can lie? Again. We'll see. Shhhh. If one hasn't realised now, he's quite mysterious. He's not your typical prince with a lame superhero haircut. His eyes narrowed at her thanking the stars. What? Huh? If she was seeing stars this wasn't a good sign at all. Lorcan stepped closer to sit back upon the bed. His hand reached out to her cheek. His eyes checking her head. Showing the suspicion as he checked for damage he hadn't realised. Then took her eyes. Drew them in as he focused upon them with his typical Lorcan stare. Very similar to help compel someone. As he asked if she was feeling dizzy. Trying to scan and see for himself. Deep within her gaze. He wasn't so sure he was reaching in and seeing her soul exactly, not yet anyways.

The balance of life seemed so fragile at the touch of Lorcan's hand. Who was this girl? More important what happened to bring her in such a state. At the shores so close to Celidoine. From the fragments he saw in and around the sand, and the ocean. He was guessing a ship wreck. All the signs pointed to it. As his hand rested above her forehead. His eyes scoured the beach. It wouldn't be too surprising. It was a heavy storm. Either it was a very bad crash or it happened a fair distance. For there was not a lot of signs of the wreck, nor any other life that he could tell. Of course this was Lorcan guessing. Perhaps this was an illusion of sorts, but he felt her cold near lifeless body above his knees. His hand that held her head. His eyes that were making use across the beach. Came back upon her as she began to move.

Waking? He withdrew the warmth from his hand. The glow from his eyes disappeared. Instead replaced with his blue eyes easily reflected from the ocean sea. His hand helped ease as she coughed. Positioned her head so that any sea water left in her lungs could escape the right way. His left hand upon the back of her head. Felt the dampness of her brown hair and moved lower to her back. To help ease her coughing more. His right hand helped push her hair out of her face. Caressed her cheek just enough. Help coach her to wake. Running his hand gently across her back as her lips escaped a groan. Feeling her body still chilled. After the coughing seemed to ease, Lorcan drew her body back. Returning his hand under her head and another upon her face. Brushing extra hair. Watching as her eyes struggled to return to the world.

Letting his hand follow to her shoulder. Rubbed her skin to keep her a little warm. Just catching as she spoke. 'Mircea'? He shook his head. For he was sure this was a name. Who this was? He dreaded for her that he guessed where ever the rest of the ship fell, but he wasn't sure he'd be the right one to tell her. For he was sure the fate for this 'Mircea' was, well? Not so full of life. Just of water. His lips turned slightly at the thought, for though he could not foresee it, he knew his guess of pretty sure was true. His hands drew her closer as she began coughing again. Trying to ease the pain, he could see upon her and keep the chill from taking her. 'Shhhhh' his lips whispered. As he tried to relax her.

As he had pulled her close, he felt her waking up a little more alert. He withdrew his hold slightly. His eyes scanning her as Lorcan could see the girl was still quite dizzy. He could also read the confusion as her eyes began to trace his own features. His lips half smiled as her eyes looked upon him. Thinking this be less creepy for her. He was helping after all, but how would she know that. Which caused him to smile again. As if he was here to take her. To hurt her. Perhaps somewhere she thought it had been him, but surely she would have better logic than to think that. Why would he be on her boat or ship? If this be how she got here. His eyes slightly shifted, knowing had it been him probably would have planned the trip better and nothing would have sunk. Though this really wasn't the point now was it. Perhaps his still slightly hungover mind, which for the most part had forgotten these past minutes. He laughed softly, for he was sure he wouldn't be safe for the entire day. His eyes refocusing as her lips asked who he was. Who was he? Isn't that the all time question? Who are you? Why are you here? What do you want? Though really? When one truly asked this, it always made Lorcan think a little to over it. For who was he to say who he was, when he didn't even know. Or well at a time he thought he had. But who was he now? He breathed. His hand ran over her forehead with a smile.

"Lorcan... Do you know where you are? I found you on a beach on the borders of Celidoine. From the looks, you were coming by ship? Do you remember, what happened?"

As he spoke. He saw the fear streak in her eyes. In her need to get away from him. He admired this. This was a wise thing to fearful of a stranger. Unlucky that she was too weak and in her means to escape collapsed. Not that there was any reason to fear him. His hands catching her as she fell back down within them.

"Woah. Woah. Stay with me... There is no need to worry, your safer with me... Who are you?"

His voice came as he caught her. Filled with concern and need to keep her awake. From sleeping into something she may not wake from again. As his hand pulled her chin to meet his direction. Gently as his eyes upon her compelling. As he spoke to stay awake. His hand moving up to her cheek. Expressing she needn't worry. If anyone she was safe with, it was him. A hint of trust. For now. It wasn't as if he knew her anymore than she knew him. It was best to keep a slight distance, but he would be completely heartless not offering to aid her. To not offer a chance. His eyes frowned softly. As he asked who she was. Not really asking as he wasn't sure if she was even listening. His words escaping in a mix of a whisper. In a need of himself to figure this out. Who she was? Why was she here? Where was she traveling? His eyes focused as he wondered if her destination had be close. How was he to know? As he coached her again to wake her. To bring her around. Not wanting to move her until a little more sign that it would not hurt her.

Yes, Majesty. Was the word of the day. It was the word most days if not all day. There was rarely room for no, Majesty. It almost took the enjoyment out of it, but the authority was something quite thrilling. So the doors opened to the castle, of Celidoine. The day was rather gloomy, and not just because of the recent events. it was even felt through the sunshine. Lorcan returned from his trip. Well, it was a rather short trip. Bringing justice to their rightful place upon their knees and securing the thriving prosperity of Celidoine. For now, the young king breathed at the sign of peace. The retreat into his castle. That sung like a fairy tale from the inside out. It held all the masks it needed. It required for the outsiders to seek hope, to believe that fairy tales could be true. For the most part the castle was joyous. For the most part since the crowning. The change in hands, to the young yet very worthy Lorcan. Yet, even in the faint cracks there was vast hints of the secrets hidden. This place hadn't always been so, so Joyous. It had moments vast from even hint at the word. His crystal eyes twisted in through a distant memory that only he seemed to recall.

As his suitors took his coat as his arms slipped out them. A faint smirked appeared from the remembered hardships he had seen and felt. It had very much shaped his mind, whether he'd admit it or not. Then with a slightly extra breath, the ghosts vanished. Rushed to hide in the walls, buried for another time soon. Perhaps visit him in his sleep tonight. They usually companied alongside Kathryn, the one faint light in his nightmares. There was little nights he wasn't woken up from the dreams being just to vivid. To painful. Even Kathryn's visits would bring back tragic thoughts in amongst the more sweeter moments, which were random. The past months she had visited him more. He couldn't figure if there was a reason for this. A reason at all. His head nodded to his men, he was seeking some time alone or at least time to unwind. Which in these days was coming to be rare.

Then as if the sunshine herself, graced him with her presence from the stairs before him. It warmed his smile to see his sister. As Linnadhiel welcomed him with a smile all her own. Lorcan could tell she had waited his return, still fearful he might not return. This part did guilt him, but he couldn't show it. He had to assure her that he would be fine, even though he could never really know. Linn was dressed in a silk hunter green corset dress, finely crafted. With her blond locks in curls and ringlets, running freely down her back, with a fine hat that matched. She was young and very beautiful as always. Lorcan wore his darker tones as usual. He took Linn's hand as he met her at the base of the staircase. His lips curling into a pleasant smile. Glad to be greeted with such delight after his return. Kissing her hand lightly, then smiled again.

"Good day, Milady. Beaming with such beauty as always. How has the course of your day been going?..."

'Oh, Lorcan. I am pleased to see you have returned more or less intact. Hmmmm, yes I daresay the sun is beaming beautifully, as always. But, thank-you dear brother, you are looking dark and handsome as only you can do so well... It has been rather still today. You know with all the preparations, I just don't know if I can be anymore of a distraction for Isolde... What about you? Was the trip a success? Did you work your magical persuasion? I have yet to see someone you haven't nor say no.'

Linn's voice beamed of her purity and light heartiness. Hugging Lorcan after the small affection to her hand and Lorcan gladly returned the hug. Just tight affections Lorcan wasn't so comfortable doing besides his two sisters or once Kathryn, but that was of a different kind of affection. His eyes worked with hinting of plentiful thoughts behind, but really not much was churning as of now. He took her arm around in his as they walked a bit as Linn mentioned how uneventful the day had been in and around the castle. His eyes traced the floor as Linn mentioned their sister. There was really little either of them could do, than just be here. Which with Lorcan's duties was hard, but he was here enough he had thought. Besides, Linn was always here. It was a little sad, but she was young. She had little need to be travelling, well much anyways. The need for adventure was more or less locked in each sibling. That need for something greater. Lorcan knew the mixed feelings were more the cause to Isolde. She hadn't been in love with Mark, but still there was guilt that she should feel more. She was of a very kind heart. Much like their mother. It was a tough thing to have, but it was also a very great thing. Lorcan escaped a soft laughter as Linn asked about his day. As she spoke of his so called 'Magic persuasion' knowing she had little idea how ironic that really was.

"It was rather successful. Rather quick than it had been expected, but yes all is well. I think it more my magical charm, Just don't tell anyone. Who knows where we'd be without it... Where is Isolde?"

'Shhhh, our secret then... In her chambers. I'm sure she'll be pleased on your return and for you company. Although I think she isn't going to be much anything else until, Tristan is here. I just hope it is soon. Have you any words of such?'

The sunlight leading the two down the hall a little more ways. The footsteps in toe. Lorcan smiled as Linn joked. For someone so young, she knew more than she appeared and she had a very good talent in lightening people up. She was a good friend just as much as she was a sister. A beloved sister. They stopped as Linn spoke Isolde was in her room. Lorcan's eyes then ran back towards the stairs as he nodded. Smiling still, his head nodded again as Linn spoke of Tristan. He knew the tightness of such a link between this man and his sister. How much hold he held over her. This was truly where his sister's heart laid. He knew much be the same in Tristan's heart, that all should come together nicely. Oh, so Lorcan hoped. He would give anything to see his Kathryn again, in a way beyond his wildest dreams. His train of thought cut short as was the gaze of his eyes, as Linn asked.

"I haven't had word, but I'm sure he'll come. Besides we both know if he doesn't, Isolde will go find him... Until then we just got to be here, how ever we can. Are you coming?... Are you heading out?"

Lorcan's head shook as his voice rolled it out in his irish accent. Adding hope to it as he was sure Tristan would come. Whether he'd just loom in the shadows and just gaze upon everything, Lorcan didn't know. How much had changed? That even less Lorcan knew. He knew very little really in regards of the relationship, but enough. It really was just a matter until which either one chose to meet the other, to keep an eye on Isolde. To just be here. For there was a chance. Lorcan. Linn. Wouldn't see much of her. If all went well with the reunion with Tristan. Wasn't it expected? Lorcan shrugged knowing even less. He made way for the stairs just a couple steps. His attention returning to Linn, two on one could work out for the better he smirked. His eyes then retracing her hat and clothes. Perhaps she was going out. It toyed at him of where, hoping it was not far, unless she was well protected.

'Yes, actually. But do not threat I am merely visiting the gardens. I have a lesson to attend to and I wouldn't expect the garden gnomes to swallow me whole... I'll return soon, unharmed I promise. '

Linnadhiel's voice heightened amused that Lorcan was surprised at this, but with his absences lately she wasn't surprised he hadn't noticed. She joked about the threats that could come out of the gardens. In which Lorcan rolled his eyes slightly. As he nodded as she spoke. Then she nodded her head then made for the door to leave. Lorcan nodded in response. Muttering to himself that an attack of such things wouldn't really surprise him. Stranger things had happened, but he couldn't stop her. The gardens were safe enough. Still as his smile seeking to exist as Linn was now becoming a young woman, the desires to seek well life was bound to come more heightened. Despite he felt Linn's attempt to hold both Lorcan and Isolde. From slipping away entirely. Linn would soon turn to her own desires and seek more. Lorcan would just need to be watchful as to how much and where these she sought. Knowing in the end there be little he could really stop the change no Linn. She was young and so precious, but she was stronger than she looked. She was smarter than most give her credit.

Soon after the midst of his deep thoughts and his eyes tracing the door. He made way up the stairs. Which he had graced too many times, he sure lost count years ago. The castle was much changed since he took hold. There was essence of life brought back into it, yet he still felt the same ghosts as he always did. The hauntings around the corners and which rattled at his chamber door at night. Feeling the sunlight through the window warm his cheek. Yet as his hand grazed it, it was icy at the touch. Making him stop, his eyes contemplating the reasonings for it. As his fingers dropped rubbed between the themselves before returning to his side. Before his hand rattled upon his sister's door. Three good taps. As the music from her harps faintly blew underneath the door, to play gently against his ears. Of an old song, a very old song. Making him stop short and remember a memory. Several in fact. Before these memories could take full shape. The door was opened. Sibeal stood before him. He smiled. As she asked him to come in. Lowered his head to greet her. It didn't take long before his eyes set upon Isolde. Her fingers like an angel running along the strings. Her eyes had been tracing the courtyard, though they now slowly caught sight of Lorcan.

"How are you, Isolde? Really?"

He smiled gently hiding the fact his mind working at the fact he knew why and where her eyes were really lingering for. He smiled softly. As Sibeal made exit. Isolde's hand quitting after a couple more notes. As Lorcan walked to where she stood. As she smiled to see he had returned safely, but he could clearly read the stress that had laid on her mind for far too long. Happiness seeking for her only a short time, but they were quickly killed. Either by Isolde herself or just from any thought that just seeking to undo her.