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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Jan 28, 2013 10:19:48 GMT -5
Even though he had done this a couple of times already, Yassia still relished in this one special moment shared between them after they got up. Due to a few twists in her life story and especially concerning her journey through Albion, Oliver might not be the first man doing this special act of tying the lace for her, even though no other man should even think of it, but at least he was the first and only one with the true meaning behind it. With a little, almost nostalgic smile, she remembered the times when the circumstances had made it necessary for a man’s hand to deal with her lacing. First, there had been Lorcan who had found her washed ashore in Albion, and who had nursed her back to health. She had felt unsure with that, but had been too ill to protest. Then there had been that incident with the young rascal named Gwaine who had saved her from being mistreated in that tavern. This night… it had taken much of her countenance, what with having to witness Gwaine’s shenanigans with their gracious hostess Linda. And then the next morning… she had cramped while trying to tie the lacing herself, and he had had to do it.
It all seemed so long ago, but Yassia still thought of these things regularly, since she knew they had shaped her into the woman she was now, and she had learned many lessons back then. It would do her good to remember all those people who had aided her on her way and had taught her one or the other thing about the real life. In hindsight, she sometimes thought all those little incidents had prepared her for Oliver somehow, to be the woman for him he loved. For the Yassia that had first left Ailantha might not have caught his interest at all, naïve and helpless as she had been then.
Leaning a little against his bare chest for a moment, she then let him do his wonderful work. Over the last few days he had become quite proficient in it, even though she still joked he was MORE versed in getting a woman OUT of her bodice. The meaning of this gesture was deeply routed into the Ailanthan culture, and she had no qualms with explaining it to him again. “Well… when you think about it, it is not that simple”, she pointed out, the smile audible in her voice. “Since when a man ties the lacing of a woman in the morning, that is an indication of him having UNtied it the previous night. And for that there is usually only one reason.” Yassia hadn’t thought she would ever talk so freely about these things, but Oliver had changed her in this aspect, too. “And in the ideal courtly world of Ailantha, the first man to ever touch a woman’s lacing is her husband. That’s the story behind it. It's like another vow between them, the following morning.”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Jan 1, 2013 17:02:03 GMT -5
“Oh you are impossible”, she protested with a breathless laugh as he started to kiss her yet again on the shoulder, a place where he knew by now she was feeling most tenderly. Never before had she known the benefits of being known by someone else so profoundl,y if it was to cause her pleasure and not pain. Such knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but Yassia was sure that there weren’t hands more right than Oliver’s. He was hers now and she was his, like they had often put it, and it couldn’t be more true than in these moments. But there was far more to their union than that, and they needn’t forget that in their honeymoon bliss. Yassia had vowed to try and take her kingdom back with Oliver’s help, and she had lingered far too long already, not by own decision, but to prolong it even more now would be a crime she could not have on her conscience.
She smiled during their kiss and then turned to the side to wriggle out of the blankets. She had been flushed just a few moments before, but now the fine layer of sweat on her skin made her shiver slightly in the fresh morning air. She took Oliver’s hand gladly, pushed herself up, and, after leaning a precious short moment against him, inhaling his familiar scent for one last time, turned in the tent to look for her undergown. Pulling it over her head, Yassia then cast a loving glance at Oliver, only to see how he looked at her likewise. “I wonder if it ever will go away or lessen”, she mused with a smile. [color=7ccd7c“After a good twenty years I mean, that smitten look in your eyes. It makes me feel so… undeserving sometimes, as if I somehow cast a spell over you and without it you would only feel half the things for me.”
[/color] But if this was a spell to last, Yassia could not say she really would mind. Since she knew she was not a fada, or a sorceress, she knew that any spell they might be under was shared and created between themselves. Then she took the riding gown she was wearing for travel – not the old one she had come to Albion with since that was too threadbare now, but she had asked for an almost exact replica – and put it on as well, turning to her husband with a smile. “Would you help me with the lacing, love?” It was not the first time she asked for it, but she still marvelled at her being able to say it – just like her mother had said it sometimes to her father, knowing the symbolism behind it. Only a husband was allowed as a man to help a woman with tying the laces of her bodice, and he did so for the first time after their wedding night.
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Nov 18, 2012 17:49:08 GMT -5
Not to mention that they now keep re-using scenes 
Anyone else noticed that the scene when Gwen meets Morgana as the old woman at the cloth booth at the market is the EXACT likeness of the scene when MORGAUSE disguised as an old woman (she even lookd like the freaking SAME old woman  ) approached Morgana and when Gwen saw her true face in the mirror that was there?
Also, is this the third time Merlin is caught rummaging through a lady's wardrobe?
YEP, the scene with Leon telling Gwen she should rule was SO staged. It didn't even sound convincing... like Leon was OOC at that moment, just so someone said it... |
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Nov 12, 2012 19:36:06 GMT -5
Oh she would help him alright! She would make sure he would be excellent in her mother tongue - or father tongue for that matter – and she would spare him no excersize. This was not all about fun, after all, they needn’t forget that. Ruling a kingdom wouldn’t always come easy or go swimmingly, there would be resistances even after they had managed to make Gufré step down from what wasn’t his. Maybe their own honeymoon would be over soon, and there might even be conflicts between them. After all, they had been brought up to quite different ruling concepts. Not that she was scared of them ever losing their love for each other, but she knew it wouldn’t always stay as wonderful as this, and him having to learn a new language was all part of this reality they needn’t let out of their rose-colored sight. “You’ll wish you hadn’t said that one day”, she remarked with a lazy smirk. “Since I might just decide to ‘punish’ you for lack of studying. I could… decide not to kiss you until you’ve spoken ten fluent and coherent sentences to me in the Ailanthan tongue.” Personally, she hoped herself it would not come to that, since she wasn’t sure how long this resolution would hold, it would be too painful for herself most likely.
It was a quite peculiar and yet interesting fact, how Oliver seemed to have come to know her so well in those few weeks they had now spent together. She even hadn’t known herself that well… not in the least, especially not concern her weak and sensitive spots. Of course she had known before that she had been falling for a man who was known for his… experience with ladies, and who had had quite a few shenanigans before he came to fall in love with her. Stars, even on the eve of her wedding, Yassia had found herself faced with a sublty-mean assault from an envious Mercian lady who had apparently wished to get Oliver for herself, after she had ‘had him once’, like she had told Yassia with a mean smirk. She had tried to not let it get to her… and had told herself that this was what you had to live with when you caught the number one prize EVERYONE wanted. Well, she had got him now, even though sometimes when she lay next to him in the night, she still couldn’t believe she would actually deserve someone like him. But he was here with her now… and that was all that counted… soon there would be no conscious thought left on her mind anyway.
That stage she had almost reached already when Oliver slyly and swiftly pinned her down. Yassia was wide awake now and basically a bundle of excited nerves and feelings. Returning the searing kiss, she wiggled into a comfortable position and allowed herself to be swept away on the tide of their love.
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The camp was very alive now outside, and Yassia knew they should get up. Also, her stomach was starting to growl for breakfast… but she just was too comfortable, snuggled up close to Oliver, softly inhaling and exhaling and just being content with the world. Reaching up lazily, she gave one of Oliver’s damp blond locks a gentle tug. “Second try of trying to get ready, maybe?” she whispered, the smile audible in her voice. “we can’t stay here all day after all.”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Nov 5, 2012 15:49:04 GMT -5
Yassia knew that protesting and pretending she wasn’t sleepy would not do any good, and so she just gave a little groan of approval. In former times, she had learned to get quickly out of bed, especially during her journey when she had wanted to use every hour of light to get going and a little closer to Camelot. When being in Camelot, the ever-present disquietness inside her had kept her on her toes and awake in the early morning hours. Now however it seemed so wonderfully easy to be lazy. Not only did she now have more than one reason of staying in bed in the morning, she also knew that the set pace of a small army was much slower than that of a single person. Of course they should not linger, but there was also not much need for being overhasty.His question was a good one, and Yassia cocked her head, tracing the rims of the tent squares over them with her eyes as she thought about what she might know about it. Being their second child, she had never witnessed the first years of Rhiannon in Ailantha of course, so she could only hazard a vague guess. “With constant exposure to the language and a will to learn it, it might have taken her two years to become absolutely fluid, and maybe one more year to gain perfection”, she mused. “I can’t even compare to my own experiences, since I grew up with both languages alike.”
Hm… knowing Oliver she might have wanted to try harder to escape him that easily. Of course she knew what she was after, and it didn’t help in the slightest that she herself didn’t feel as averse to it as she maybe should have. If Caitrin could see her now! Yassia had thought her friends’ outlook on such things always rather scandalous, compared to what she herself was used to, but now she was together with Oliver, she had found herself to be quite less… reluctant. There was of course always the looming thought of doing certain things in public. As much as the privacy of this tent might suggest it, they were not alone, not surrounded by thick stone walls that would muffle sounds and other things. And to think that she would have to go outside later, meeting the knowing glances of those who had… ah, why was she so self-conscious?! Or rather, why was she even self-conscious about being self-conscious?! This was all very irritating, if you thought about it. Caitrin of course might have had no such thoughts, but Yassia wasn’t Caitrin. She had grown up to the firm belief that anything happening between husband and wife should not be spoken of, let alone witnessed!
But then there was Oliver… Oliver and the siren’s call of his sheer presence. He always made her forget what was right and proper, from the first moment they had met, up until even so much as sharing forbidden, heated kisses after he had unhorsed her, thinking she was some scoundrel out to trick him. He had quite the dangerous effects on her, that much was for sure. And so, when his hand slipped under the blanket, she shivered, biting her lips. “Your hand is cold…” she complained softly, but her eyes where already burning. “Make your choice, either is STAYS under there now, or you remove it, Oliver of Mercia!” Arching her back with another soft moan, she willingly let herself be pulled closer. Oh to hell with ther soldiers outside! They would not dare throwing her looks, now would they?! She was a princess, soon to be queen! They would have more respect and simply overhear… right?!
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Nov 3, 2012 8:20:27 GMT -5
Yassia gave a still slightly sleepy chuckle at Oliver’s helpless grin. It was not his fault he couldn’t speak her language, and he was catching on so fast she sometimes forgot how limited his word count actually still was. But it would always be better to do it by the by, use the knowledge she had in both to make it easier to study for him, by including new words in their talk. She couldn’t remember much from her childhood, but she DID remember that her parents had always talked in a mixture of both languages around their children. Queen Rhiannon had always wanted to keep her native tongue alive in her close surroundings, and no one had begrudged her that, since otherwise she hadn’t acted on her differences, she had been a well-loved queen, no matter if she was Ailanthan or not.
“It means: Very good, sleepyhead”, she explained, playfully tapping his nose. “Though it might not even have been a logical remark, since you were obviously awake before me. But, who is caring for logic in the morning?”
Just like in her dream, Oliver was immediately there to reassure her, and it felt so wonderful she couldn’t even describe it. For almost two years she had been alone with her worries and thoughts, of course occasionally helped by Caitrin, but that just wasn’t the same. Ever since her father had died, she had felt like hanging in some void, with the responsibility all alone on her shoulders, and she had second-guessed each and everyone of her steps, every day waking up with a growing bad conscience that she was still hundreds of miles away from where she should be and hadn’t achieved anything yet. Now with Oliver, she finally had someone to ask for reassurance, and someone to help her through – they would be wonderful as king and queen, she already knew that, should the stars grant them success.
“A reward?” she replied, biting her lower lip teasingly as she looked up at him. “Well… you did say the exact things in my dream as you did now, so… do you get a reward for being ‘repetive’, I wonder?” But of course she didn’t mean it, and she already reached up to place her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head and his lips close to hers, giving him a long, lingering kiss. “Rewarding enough?”, she whispered as they finally parted. Yassia had never been one to play games, but Oliver surely brought out her mischievous and playful side more and more. Maybe that was what love did to you? |
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 24, 2012 11:06:13 GMT -5
Hearing her mother tongue out of his mouth made her sleepy smile take on a mischievous edge. He was really trying hard,and his ability to memorize phrases had amazed her from the start, so she didn’t look down on him in any way. On the contrary, what made her love him even more was the accent he still carried while pronouncing certain letters, since it reminded her a little of her mother’s speech. The Mercian accent, she had found out, was harder than the Camelotian one in the way of pronouncing consonants, and of course her mother had had half of her lifetime for practicing to get rid of it. Yassia was sure that Oliver would learn it all in his own good time, and she hoped they would have long years ahead of them for him to improve. For now, the slight glitches were an adorable addition. “Molt bo, dormilega!” she teased him. After all, it wasn’t bad at all to be able to speak in a different language even after just waking up. This time he had beaten her to the punch, maybe next time she would be the one waking up first, she loved to watch him sleep so much.
She should have known he would not let the opportunity slip past him, and when she felt his arm sneak around her waist and his lips captured hers, she suddenly almost wished morning wasn’t breaking already… that they still would have a night ahead of them and wouldn’t have to get up so soon and journey on. For only a moment, she immersed herself in the kiss and the promise it held, the promise of past pleasures and those of the future, yet to come – but some other time. Now there were already sounds all around them, from their company working in the camp and preparing for a swift departure after the morning meal. They would reach Camelot’s borders soon and there were a few things to be considered later, especially also concerning the question of free passage. You couldn’t just cross the borders to a foreign kingdom with so many armed people after all and not give a warning of your peaceful intentions – especially not considering the fragile state of truce and peace Camelot and Mercia had only established recently. All those thoughts already on her mind and the knowledge that there were people awake and running about on the other side of the thin walls of their tent made Yassia hesitant to follow through with the… interesting thoughts she had on her mind.
Of course Oliver was apt enough to take in the little signs she must have shown from her disturbing dream on the outside. Maybe she had tossed and turned, maybe she had even muttered something in her sleep. It made Yassia a little self-conscious, she didn’t want to burden him with her fickle nerves and inner conflicts. They would cross that bridge when they got to it, she knew that, so she really wished her subconscious would finally learn that lesson too, and make her a little less the worrywart.
”It’s nothing, really”, she tried to appease him. “I just dreamt of my uncle again, about him teasing me for coming too late. I guess it’s just the general worries I have, about him already being too settled in Ailantha, so I can’t overthrow him anymore. But I also dreamt of you”, now the mischievous smile returned. “You were right there with me… helping me. Even in my dreams.”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 19, 2012 4:07:37 GMT -5
It felt weird to come back to Camelot like this. Not bad, no, certainly not bad, but… a little out of place. In moments like this, it was truly hard to grasp how much her tables had turned for the better in such a short time. Oh, she remembered it perfectly, when she had first crossed under that bridge, disguised as a commoner, almost overwhelmed by the castle itself and the hustle and bustle around it after so many months in solitude, away from all these things that made her a princess. She had been full of hopes and dreams that day, but also full of apprehension, not knowing what would await her. And look at her now! The guards were saluting the foreign princess and her prince, the second son of Mercia respectfully as they passed through the first gate. Their group was accompanied by a safety guard of knights of Camelot, some of who Yassia knew by sight after staying here over a year and then of course by a number of Mercian soldiers. Sometimes Yassia couldn’t quite believe it that she now was bound in some way or another to three kingdoms, but this was apparently how things were to be now, and you couldn’t say she was complaining!
Then they entered the courtyard and Yassia saw Arthur standing on the stairs to greet her. How different that was from their first meeting as well, as they had run across each other in quite a dire situation and each had assumed of the other that they were commoners…it was a story made for legends, and subconsciously Yassia’s eyes flickered towards Oliver and she smiled. They, too, had met under similar circumstances, and look where they were now. Things had worked out certainly different from what she had hoped them to be in the first place, but what she had got now was even better! Instead of ‘only’ the help of a kingdom in her strive to win back the throne, she had found the love of her life and future king of Ailantha along with it, something Camelot might have never been able to offer her! Which was not to say of course that she wasn’t grateful for what they HAD done for her of course! In this year-long stay, she had made friends for life, and she had been more or less safe, waiting for fate to throw Oliver her way once more. Let’s face it, without Arthur’s pre-coronation ceremony, Oliver would have never come to Camelot and they had never met again! She owed Arthur as much as she owed anyone else!
After dismounting, Yassia walked up towards the stairs and returned his bow with a reverence. They might both be destined to be rulers, but even amongst equals there were more than just niceties to observe. “Prince Arthur, it’s good to see you again. I hope everything has been well in my absence?” It sounded almost as if she were returning home here, but that was by no means the case. They would make this stay as short as was still considerd polite and give them time to pay their final respects and last goodbyes… and then she would be homeward bound. It was so weird to think of it! “I am glad I get the chance to… say goodbye to Camelot and everyone here. It’s a place I will always remember fondly.”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 17, 2012 15:03:01 GMT -5
Yup, exactly, before Arthur is truly made king. Yassia doesn't quite witness all the cool hassle And since she married the second son of Mercia, I think she might not be able to sneak into Camelot like the first time xD She's also got a few men with her, so I guess Oliver would send a messenger to announce their coming and ask for right of passage for his men, so there are no grave misunderstandings (you never know with these two, Mercia and Camelot after all )
And random feast is fine for Robyn, I shall set that one up asap! Thanks for starting the other two, you're the best!! <3 |
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 17, 2012 7:59:19 GMT -5
Haha, no, actually not that long! Like I posted above, I'm guessing the BEGINNING of s4 xD All seasons themselves take a year, right? So, she moved to Mercia for a planned short stay (two weeks) in the midst of the s3-s4 gap. Then her stay was unexpectedly prolonged by Oliver and her finally coming to terms. The wedding was a little of a short notice thing, since they didn't want to waste anymore time than necessary (all in all Yassia'sbeen staying away from her home for two years, that's LONG!! and the journey backwards will take a few months as well xD). So, give or take two/three months, that puts Yassia's return to Camelot for final goodbyes at the beginning of s4 (yeah, we're behind, I know :/) But taking another year in Camelot would make it slightly illogical for her chnces to get her throne back. Long story short: beginning of s4 ok with you? ^^
For Brynn: What I'd find interesting would be shortly after the end of s4, when everything is rightfully restored and Gwen is queen xD Like: everyone is happy and at peace once again, so someone NOT being happy would stick out all the more, and maybe arouse a few more questions.
Likewise, Robyn and the Raven Pack being in Camelot would be logical at the Wedding and Coronation of Gwen celebrations. If that is too much action for you in s4, here I think we can find any other date maybe in the gap (Arthur's birthday once in the three years?) xD Since Robyn can be anywhere anytime, I'm very free with her. Also, with the scene we have here, it might be good for me to start that one ^^
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 16, 2012 12:22:52 GMT -5
Hmmmm  Oh these are quite good, they give me a bunch of muse!!
For Yass: Yeah, a pity we never got far in that thread where they both realize they're royalty She'll be leaving close to the start of s4 I think, since the happenings in Mercia take place in the s3/s4 gap. After marrying Oliver in Mercia, she will travel south again and stop in Camelot to say goodbye to her uncle and have a chat with Arthur, thanking him for everything
For Brynn: I could see that, maybe she's taking out the geese and acts unusually harsh with them, so he'd wonder what's up?
For Robyn: oooh nobleman trying to arrest her, mwahaha, it wouldn't be the first time. Maybe that noble took offense in a song she sung or a comment she made while singing in his quarters, and now wants to see her punished. Robyn and her loose tongue ... neverending source of trouble..
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 16, 2012 10:37:00 GMT -5
Surrounded by a soft and warm light, Yassia was walking through the castle garden in a leisurely pace, a long trail of cloth swishing over the ground from her favourite gown. There in the distance was the King’s Grove, the row of ancient and not-so-ancient trees that marked the line of descendance for Ailantha’s Kings, but her steps were not directed there. Instead, Yassia was walking towards a tree heavy with ripe cherries, glowing dark red in the afternoon light. With a pleased smile, she raised her hand to pluck one of the rich fruits, when suddenly there were no more there, only a few high up and out of reach, already withered and probably sour. Gasping, she turned on her heels and found herself eye in eye with Guifré, who held a basket full of her cherries, just putting one into his mouth. “How dare you!” she exclaimed, furious beyond belief. “These cherries are from MY lineage tree, no one is allowed to touch it without my permission!” Her uncle only smiled and she watched his teeth crushing another cherry. “You were not there when they were ripe, Nebodeta. A pity to have them go to waste, don’t you think? Shouldn’t they rather be cherished by someone who can… really appreciate their sweet taste?” And then he turned to go, and it was only then Yassia saw that he was wearing the king’s crown. She wanted to cry, to run after him and wedge both items from his greedy persona, but she stayed rooted in place. Suddenly a hand sneaked around her midsection and she heard a soft voice whispering into her ear: “Don’t worry, Yassia… we’ll take them back from him. The cherries… and the crown.” Bright, loving eyes were looking down at her, and she smiled.
When her eyes fluttered open, at first Yassia didn’t know where she was. Where was the garden and the grove? Where was her cherrie tree? But then her eyes slowly focussed, and she was making out the fabric of a tent around her. And something else, a figure was bent over her, saying nothing, just smiling. Bright, loving eyes were looking down at her, and she smiled. She couldn’t help it. Yassia wasn’t in Ailantha yet, but a part of the dream was still true. They WERE going to get her crown back. Just now they were five days away from Mercia, and near Camelot to say their final goodbyes until they would embark on the true journey home. This was already a part of it, but still it didn’t feel as grand yet as she had feared it would. The apprehension would probably come later, and the fear would grow with every mile they would come closer to Ailantha. But with him, she knew she could manage. With Oliver, she had always known she could fight the whole world, if necessary.
“Good Morning”, she murmured, snuggling a little closer to her husband. Her husband… how wonderfully new that still sounded to her ears. By the laws of Mercia, she was now Oliver’s wife, even though they might have to repeat the ceremony under Ailanthan laws. But that didn’t matter. In her heart, Yassia had been bound to him long before that, but the ceremony added a nice touch to it. “Did you sleep well?”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 14, 2012 8:14:08 GMT -5
WE SOOO need a Mordred now!! Amazing ep!! I wonder if Sefa ever will reappear xD And woaah woahh... the preview to next ep!!! Uther returning as a spirit??!!
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Oct 14, 2012 7:03:29 GMT -5
1. I'm absolutely EXSTATIC to see Oliver on here again!!  2. I slept faaar too long 3. this movie I'm watching has far too many bullets in it 4- I want to eaaar 5. I need to pooooost XD |
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Sept 23, 2012 15:42:36 GMT -5
Yassia could only understand that sentiment of Caitrin’s about Vortigern. It was something she had deeply closed into herself, and Caitrin was the only one she had told more than a few vague snippets here and there. Even Mircea had not known everything, he had only seen some effects on it, but had promised her he would never probe, for which she had been thankful. From what she guessed however, Vortigern might have treated Caitrin far worse than herself, since she knew the prince and knew how he treated those he thought below himself. She might have been his prisoner and at his mercy, but she had still been a princess, of the same rank, and if he had an ounce of respect left in his rotten bones, then it was for nobility and royalty. People below his rank of a prince didn’t stand a chance. There were rumors of his cruelty about, rumors Yassia never had wanted to believe, but her friend was probably a good example for Vortigern stopping at nothing. “We don’t have to talk about it at all, you know. This man occupies our thoughts far too much, even after all this time. When I am safely restored, I will find a way of dealing with him. Then we will see.” Not that Yassia would want to provoke war with Vortigern, but he needed to be shown his place once and for all.
She chuckled once again a little awkwardly, imaginging Griff’s ploys to get Caitrin to be near him. Oh, both men and women had their ways, had they not? Just that Yassia wasn’t that kind of person, and she probably never would be. In her world, this kind of things were never mentioned, at least not with those present that were not yet married. Yassia had never found anything wrong with that, but recently she wondered, if Caitrin and Griff were so happy together, so obviously enjoying each other’s company, if she wasn’t maybe missing out on something. And then she would scold herself for even harbouring such scandalous thoughts and yearn to change the subject. Which she now intended as well.“Anyway… this might convince him to accompany you to Ailantha once, it’s in the mountains, but still warmer than here.”
This and Caitrin’s fault?! Where did she pull that idea from in the star’s name?! Well, the pranking and looking for the men had been Caitrin’s idea in the first place, but Yassia had consented to it after all. There was nothing to feel sorry for, and she really needed that to get into her friend’s head! “I agreed to the prank, so I take full responsibility for my actions”, she assured Caitrin, even though part of these words were mere lip service. Did she really claim responsibility for ALL of her actions? Even those Caitrin didn’t know of? She had not worked against the forbidden kiss Oliver and her had shared, she had encouraged him! She was as pathetic as the next person and if she took full responsibility on that, she might as well admit that she still loved this man despite what he had done and said to her. But that was inacceptable!
”I would love a little walk indeed!” she replied, glad to apparently have been let off the hook that easily after all. “Maybe the stars are out again. Heaven knows I could need their guidance right now, even though they have been exceptionally kind to me recently. I’m sure you can show me a few places of these grounds the princes have failed to show me, because they don’t see their significance.”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Sept 14, 2012 16:46:09 GMT -5
Ah, a good question, but also an obvious one. Yassia was guessing that Lady Roslyn was expecting the latter one, her ruling with an husband, and sadly that came too close to the truth. Yassia was not one overly waving the flag of independent women, but she still found it ridiculous that just because of her gender, she would need to marry before she could seen to be fit to rule. What would marriage change? Didn’t her love and her dedication for her people count nothing? But then, she maybe should be glad she at least could go THIS far and even expect to be queen and have real powers instead of just nodding to everything her husband thought up. She should be glad that Ailantha wasn’t principally against women rule, but they still had their firm principles, and this was what had opened the door wide for her uncle’s ambitions. She wouldn’t have had to go through so much hassle, if this law wasn’t in the heads of every single member of the crown council. So this was why her smile seemed a little thin-lipped as she replied:”We have a little bit of a difficult tradition, I am afraid. A woman can technically be Queen and rule, but she needs to be married to step up to the throne. I was not married… and there wasn’t a suitable match for me avaible. So… I had to find another solution.” Since in Yassia’s eyes, marrying her own cousin wasn’t a ‚suitable match’ even if he hadn’t been son of a powe-hungry man.
Was this a pre-interview of sorts?! Yassia really hadn’t expected her neighbor to be so interested in the details of her plea and what it all could entail. Was she maybe involved in it somehow? Not in the decision process of course, but maybe she had some private motives to want to know all this? Maybe some knight she had a fancy for? To be honest, Yassia hadn’t given the deeper details much thought yet, she still wanted to speak with Kaye about this, he had been a knight after all, and was good with tactics. Throwing him a cursory side glance, she explained: “Not too many, I suppose, I can’t and I won’t expect an army. Maybe a number of ten to twenty men, just so show my uncle I am not alone. I fervently hope that saber-rattling is enough for this. Of course it would also be good, if by that time I could also present the crown council with a man that could be my husband… but that is not my primary concern right now.” The stars prevent she was thrown on the market by a casual remark!
Anything but subtle? Now that was truly an interesting turn of their conversation and it made Yassia even more curious to have a more private word with Lady Caitrin. Who knew, maybe she wasn’t that bad after all, or this was not all that confounded her. If Yassia had learned one thing from her journey then that people usually were not what they appeared to be on the surface. Being liberal concerning men and their affections might not be something Yassia would agree to, but she refused to let the positive picture she had been given by the lady so far be tarnished by gossip. Nothing in the world of ladies’ talk was ever said without a motive, and sometimes these motives were far uglier than the things that were being said. Not that she wanted to think ill of Lady Roslyn in return, but she still couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that made her attack Lady Caitrin in such an obvious manner.
”We scheduled it in three days, Lady Roslyn, and I’m very much looking forward to it”, she pointed out softly, a gentle and very kindly meant rebuke in her voice, a reminder that she’d like to form her own opinion, but didn’t begrudge Roslyn her sentiments. “And really? Then I must undoubtedly ride out there and let myself be amazed by its beauty. It is said that my uncle’s estate, Falconeyrie, is a gem under the manors around here, but I’m ready to stand corrected. Where do you live, if I may ask?”
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Aug 27, 2012 5:04:34 GMT -5
Yassia knew her friend well enough by now to know she had entered far too dangerous ground by suggesting her own ordeal had been harder than Caitrin’s. Who was she to judge anyway, she hadn’t been there after all! She had no ideas about the details, and she didn’t even desire to know them. They both knew what Vortigern had been and probably still was capable of concerning violence and oppression, and she had no right to put her own memories over those of her friend, just because she knew them better. If Caitrin was now mad at her, Yassia wouldn’t blame her, not even in the slightest. She felt shabby all of a sudden and didn’t know what to say. She just shook her head rather helplessly and raked a hand through her hair, as she always did when she felt uncomfortable and allowed it to show. It was a gesture she only reserved for when she was with friends… and Oliver had also elicited this reaction from her from the start. “Probably”, she gave in with a sigh. “Forgive me if I came across as insensitive that was by no means my intention.” Vortigern was a sensitive topic for them both, and left their emotions exposed and vulnerable.
Griff and the cold… that might really be a problem they would still discuss when they both already had grandchildren. It WAS something for old people to wail about and so it was highly amusing Caitrin’s fiancé felt troubled by it right now, while he hadn’t even reached the prime of his years. “I suppose, telling him how little manly that sounds, if a young man nags about temperature and such things, will not help?” she asked with an almost mischievous grin. Yassia was not the type for such jibes, but she knew exactly who would be: Oliver. Giving him a little hint might be a mean thing, but then it was nothing but a gentle teasing amongst friends, right? Oh dear, now she was already starting to think about telling him something to use against Griff?! No, she couldn’t do that! She mustn’t constantly search for opportunities to speak with him! This had gone far enough!
How far it actually had gone Caitrin didn’t even know and as much as Yassia trusted and loved her friend, this was something she intended to keep to herself as much as possible. Too deep was the confusion Yassia felt herself, too deep sat the mixture of shame and desire she didn’t understand. Even to think about what had happened, how completely she had let herself go in the heat of the moment, brought a red hue to her skin. Oliver surely had been… eager to make the most of his unsuspected opportunity. But was this really his fault? No, certainly not in everything. Yassia should have never let herself comply to this moment, however tempting it was. If she counted together the moments when Oliver and her had almost or really kissed in the last few days… what was she thinking?!
“Well, at first he was rather angry”, she tried to sidestep the real question. “Before he realized who I was. His horse even caused mine to throw me off. But well… you saw for yourself I wasn’t too hurt. And yes, I think he is, but then of course I don’t know his mind.” |
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Aug 23, 2012 4:38:42 GMT -5
Where had they brought her, where was she?! Yassia’s mind was racing two miles a minute as she tried to force the choking panic down that threatened to hold her in its iron grip. Stairs… and straw covered stone floor… she had to be in some sort of manor, or maybe even a small castle. But who did this land belong to?! Had she lost her way yet again? The people she had asked for direction earlier hadn’t said anything about a border she might unwittingly cross. Or had she been purposefully misled?! Had she been walking into some kind of trap? Was this place, wherever it was and whoever it belonged to associated with her uncle? But why?! And how?! Too many questions and no answers at all… that could drive the most stable spirit mad, now couldn’t it?!
Before she could reach any conclusion at all however, suddenly a male voice spoke, and almost at the same time, someone brutally ripped the blindfold from her eyes and then the nasty gag from her mouth, which sent Yassia momentarily spluttering and coughing, slightly bending over in the kneeling state she had been forced into. When her body had recovered, she quickly raised her head in an almost challenging way, squinting at the figure that was seated before her like a lord would on a throne. Now, didn’t this man have some nerve! Yassia could feel annoyance and her all-too-familiar quick temper washing away some of the panic and fear she felt. It was good, in a way, but she also had to watch out she would not let her temper get away with her, saying things she might regret shortly after. She was just too use with her words having no consequences for herself other than a slight reprimand, but this didn’t apply for the streets she was wandering. Here, and anywhere but Ailantha, she was a nobody… someone deeming themselves higher than herself could decided to crush her under his boot in a matter of seconds.
The slightly husky voice and the demeanor the man held himself with made Yassia think of a typical powerful villain, someone you really wouldn’t want to cross. And she now seemed to be at his mercy, with her hands still tied behind her back. She could see him now…but she’d rather not, since his evil smile was just too discouraging for comfort. But then, hadn’t she been in such a situation before and escaped from it?! Vortigern had tried to break her and had almost succeeded, but only almost. It yet remained to be seen what this man could want with her, but Vortigern had set fairly high standards in the past and they yet remained unmet.
What she had to do now was play innocent. Status was a powerful weapon, but in situations just as these, it could be as easily turned against yourself. Maybe there still was the slight chance that he knew nothing of who she was, and this was nothing but a horrible misunderstanding. Yassia would play the nomad for now, and see where it got her.
”Forgive me, Sir… I had no idea I was trespassing”, she started, cursing her slight accent and hoping to appear innocent and clueless. She WAS after all… she had no idea what this was all about. “I was on my way further north, and just passing through these woods. Had I known they belonged to you and you didn’t like people wandering through them, I would have chosen a different way.” Yassia didn’t like the humble act she had to swallow like a bitter pill, her pride had had some serious falls ever since she started towards Camelot, but there was still much of the view left that as a princess it just was not RIGHT to kneel before another man.
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Aug 22, 2012 5:07:54 GMT -5
She didn’t know what was going on. All she knew was that this was not right. Not right at all. Just two hours ago, she had been walking unknown woods supposedly on her way towards Camelot, and then suddenly there had been these men breaking from the underbrush, seizing her almost without a word. First she had thought them to be bandits, but they were no savages, however brutal they acted. No, their weapon were good, and they had horses, behind them had to stand a mighty master. That had eased her panic a little, as at first she had been strongly reminded of what had happened to her mother and brother, being slaughtered by mercenaries because of their obvious wealth. Yassia didn’t look wealthy at all, and those men looked soldiers commanded by some master. It just didn’t make any sense!
Or it DID make sense, but the sheer thought was so dreadful she put it away immediately in a far corner of her mind. She was so close to her destination, she could not be seized by her uncle’s long arm, reaching all the way across the continent and over the channel! It simply was ridiculous! Some terrible misunderstanding, that was all!
They had cast her over a horseback like a sack of flour, without any dignity at all. She didn’t look the princess part and therefore couldn’t expect such treatment, but this was working against all conventions of hospitality. She didn’t even know what she had done wrong, for crying out loud! And as she had been gagged and blindfolded, she neither could protest, nor actually say where they were headed.
She only could trust her hearing, and after two hours of the dull thumping of horsehooves on either grass or leafy ground, she suddenly was aware of crossing wood, and then the distinctive clacking of iron horsehoes on stone, echoing from some surroundings. A courtyard? Then Yassia had been dragged up stairs, always stumbling and roughly being jostled, and then, finally, she had been cast on the ground. It hurt as her knees scraped over straw covered stone, and she gasped and coughed as the gag reminded her annoyingly that sounds were forsaken to her.
Then… nothing. For a few moments no one spoke and she just heared moving around the room. Defiantly the princess lifted her head, as if she could see through the rag covering her eyes, staring forward.
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Timeline: s2 - s3 gap
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Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Aug 5, 2012 16:29:20 GMT -5
Well there was nothing to say against new aquaintances that turned out nice, but she certainly would have rather made it in a tavern or on a market square, something less dangerous to be sure. It might be a plus she was standing here with a man, and not another woman, but the difference might not be so grand as those proud men might think. In the end, outnumbered was outnumbered, no matter who you were, and the bad thing about bandits was that they were too cowardly to attack with less than four people at least. At least that’s what rumors said, Yassia so far had been lucky enough not to get in any closer contact with such a band of rougish men. That luck though, could turn any minute, and she wasn’t exactly ready to trust her luck recently. Maybe they could continue their talk on their way out of this forest, but Yassia was sure he wouldn’t want to stay around for much longer either. Not after how paranoid he had shown himself to be in the early part of the conversation, insisting on her to prove that she was no threat to him and only satisfied when she had shown herself to be unarmed and a woman.
There was probably not ,much harm in telling him where she was bound now. She would swear him to secrecy if she felt it necessary later, but for now she would try to act as inconspicious as possible, since that would maybe be the best tactic to not even make him think there might be something special about her. All she could do was try anyway, and in the end, it was not her deciding over what the stars wanted to happen. She could try to prove her worth of course, so they would be gracious, but there was no escaping them when they saw it fit to punish you. They shouldn’t have punished Mircea though… it hadn’t been his fault, he had only meant well. But the stars really didn’t care about human wishes, they always worked towards a bigger picture, and all you could hope for was that it would make sense for you in the end.
”I am bound for Camelot”, she explained, shrugging, “though not even sure if it’s still the right way. All I know is that it is further up north, people sometimes give you very confusing directions, because they have only heard of it, and have never been there.” If he was northward bound as well, would that mean they would share a part of the journey? Yassia wasn’t quite sure what to think about that yet. He seemed alright, but she could really trust no one.
Only short of a tavern?! Well, didn’t this man like a good joke. Though, from Yassia’s point of view, even a tavern might be a dangerous place, since men weren’t exactly known to think and be gentlemen when they had drunk a few pints of ale or whatever beverage they liked to down. But maybe she shouldn’t point that out now, it might only give him ideas, and that was the last thing she needed, really. For a short moment she contemplated whether or not she should give him her real name, but suddenly she felt positively sick about all the lying and in a moment of bravado decided to challenge the stars. If this moment of honesty would lead to her doom, then so be it! The stars certainly wouldn’t want a hopefully future Queen of Ailantha to lie and cheat!
”I’m Yassia”, she replied therefore with her heartbeat accelerating. “And yes, I think we should get out of here as fast as possible. Northwards, then? And what’s your name?” |
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Oh these are quite good, they give me a bunch of muse!!
