Onyxien Family/Kisharianda/Roleplays/Wedding
A white blur could be seen racing amongst the branches of the massive willow tree, known as the Tree of Love, that sat in the center of Port Raviel. Those who knew MoMo where not surprised by his antics this day, and those who didn't know the King's monkey would no doubt soon become acquanted. As the crowd gathered for their King's wedding in the shadow of the largest tree on the island, and perhaps in all of Dwilight, they watched and cheered as the silly white monkey dart this way and that making death defying leaps all the while seeming to be playing some game known only to himself. Perhaps he was just in a mischievous mood, or perhaps his master's joy had simply rubbed off on him. Regardless, he would not be calmed down by any of those who had gathered in the large commons so far.
Watching MoMo playing from a distance, Cenarious sat back and enjoyed the spectacle as he kept a vigilant eye on the gathering crowd. It appeared as though some of his bride's guards were making their way through the crowds handing out bread to those who needed it. her generosity knew no bounds it seems. At the base of the tree Cenarious's own contribution could be seen. Tables there held a nice selection of exotic food and drink and a generous square of land surrounding them was being kept open and clear of commoners by the King's own Stormguard and the other Black Lions units. No few nobles where in attendance and they seemed to be enjoying the spread set out by the King, at least as far as Cenarious could see. He hoped the casks of Commonyr Red Ale from his elder brother's old brewery went over well. He had gone through quite a bit of trouble bringing them here with him when he had made the journey from the East Continent what seemed like ages ago. It seemed only fitting that he gives his nobles a taste of his old homeland as they all sought to make this land there new home. Perhaps he might found a new brewery here in D'Hara and make an attempt at besting his older brother's creations. With his bride by his side surely anything was possible now.
Making his final preparations for the wedding, Cenarious made himself ready to go greet his guests.
Cenarious Stormrage Dragon King and General of D'Hara, Marshal of the Black Lions
Today was a special day, a joyous event, the wonderful union of two souls who could not live in this world without one another. Today they would cement their bond before all to witness, to take part in, and to share in their love and joy. That day had arrived for them, she had been extremely excited to be a part of this moment, she had even envisioned herself as one day having a day like this for herself, but now…
She looked in the mirror and added the last bit of rouge to her lips and gave a weak smile at her reflection. It wasn't the same. The islands, the nobles, everything was different. She was living someone else's life and the small joy she had earned, worked for, was now non-existent.
The dress she had chosen for the occasion was beautiful but the colors were all wrong in her mind.
Her long blond hair has been swept off her neck in a bun, but wisps of hair stuck out in a small fan, appearing to reach out every which way. Several long strands had been left out to trail each side of her face. Red satin straps curled around her upper arms entwining all the way to her wrists, in contrast to her cream colored skin. The bodice was snug and the long skirt was narrow with long slits on each side to allow freedom of movement.
Her long fingers were now bereft of any family heirloom she once had. There wasn't even the white band showing years of wear on her ring finger. A large crystal was ever present, dangling on a long silver chain around her neck. Today she had chosen a rose quartz. She reached up to adjust her dangling silver earrings and stopped to stare at herself, her hand pausing with the gesture.
Would they truly know her if they looked closely? How many had really paid attention to the person she was. Her eyes filled with water at the thought, and she quickly wiped it. She continued to fix the jewelry and looked way from the face staring back at her.
"Enough weeping woman, you're stronger than this," she reprimanded herself. She slid a finger beneath her eye, correcting the damage to her eye make-up and left. __
It wasn't long before she reached the sacred tree of love, and saw the gathering of nobles. Among them she recognized King Cenarious greeting couples as they approached him sharing heartfelt smiles. She smiled timidly and approached in turn. He looked absolutely dashing, and kingly, as he should.
Swallowing, she was about to say something, when out of nowhere a white fur ball leaped from the tree with a small screech and landed on her shoulder. She was startled and gave a small gasp. His tail curled around her neck, his small hand held on to her ear and chin. He looked into her face and peered closely, smelled her and then his small hand lifted. His finger touched her cheek and he showed sharp little teeth as his mouth hung open. Then he brought his arm back and shook a finger at her face, as if in a reprimand. A series of small grunts and screeches came forth and she was about to say something, not really knowing what to say to the little monkey, but then he stopped screeching and hugged her neck instead. A lump grew in her throat and she patted his little back, again not really knowing how to react.
She blushed furiously at the small display and looked apologetically to the King.
Nastasia Starblaze Dame of Port Raviel
Chuckling at Nastasia's situation, Cenarious couldn't decide whose antics were funnier. Had she truly believed that MoMo wouldn't see through her little disguise? Or that he wouldn't give her away to his master?
"Remember your manners and introduce yourself properly to this new young noble, Lord MoMo!" Cenarious said with a wink at Nastasia. "That is hardly the way for a Lord of D'Hara to present himself."
Leaping from her shoulder to the ground MoMo straighten himself up as best as he was able and made a halting bow in Nastasia's direction. Suddenly shy, MoMo darted behind his master's leg before he cautiously peaked out to judge the lady's reaction. At her giggle he went back to clutching his masters pant leg and hiding his furry little head.
Ignoring MoMo's continuing antics, Cenarious took Nastasia's offered hand and gave it a small kiss before gesturing at the square surrounding them. "We are sure that you have many people to get reacquainted with here. Let Us know if there is anything We can do to make you more comfortable."
Cenarious Stormrage Dragon King and General of D'Hara, Marshal of the Black Lions
"Thank you, your majesty," she smiled graciously and looked around to the nobles she knew, yet felt stranger to and then back to the King. His expression was jubilant, his eyes proud, and his smile contagious. She momentarily squeezed her hand over his to stop his gaze from wandering to the others present and he looked at her.
Her voice became soft and she smiled, "moments like these are few and far between. I could not wish for anything more for the two of you, you were meant for one another.
With you, take every word, every nuance of her face, the softness of her speech and the intimacy of her touch for each is sacred. May you indulge in every whisper, every taste and remember this day and each that comes after as if you relived them eternally, they are rare. Remember how precious your bond is and no matter where this life takes you, you will be one in this mortal life and beyond.
You will be her eternal breath when she has none left to give and she will be the warmth of your heart when you feel its last beat for her." She swallowed and wiped a tear on her cheek. She laughed a bit out of embarrassment and smiled. She couldn't help feeling her own loss in this moment, but deep down held on to her memories just as she had told Cenarious to keep his.
"You are absolutely handsome," she complimented and walked away to join the rest of the nobles. Hoping he would take her words to heart for they had more than one meaning.
Nastasia Starblaze Dame of Port Raviel
Lycan woke up that morning with a sense of easiness he hadn't felt in a long time. Taking a deep breath Lycan smiled with satisfaction. The sun was in his face and his green eyes looked bright. The day was beautiful and showed what Spring had to offer. Everything felt right for the first time in years. He had a bath and dressed in his finest clothes. He honestly didn't felt comfortable wearing ceremonial vestments but the occasion called for it.
After riding for a few hours he reached the place where the new King was about to wed. As he reached the grounds he immediately saw King Cenarious greeting the guests. Lycan dismounted his beautiful black mare and gave the reins to the servant. He waited til it was his turned and aproached the King and spoke while bowing. "King Cenarious, I am Lycan Moreira and I am honored to be in your highness' presence in this glorious occasion. We haven't met before but perhaps your highness knew my retired sister Cascadia."
Lycan Moreira
Knight of Raviel
"Ahh yes, the Lady Cascadia! We mostly certainly do recall your sister. It was truly a shame what occurred under the Mad Queen's rule." Cenarious answered Lycan apologetically. "No doubt she would be proud of the realm that We forge here today."
Ignoring MoMo's incessant tugging on his pant leg Cenarious gestured towards the casks placed over nearer to the trunk of the great tree that towered over them. "As We recall, your family is also from the East Continent, so please enjoy the Commonyr Red Ale, it is a taste of home for some."
Cenarious Stormrage Dragon King and General of D'Hara, Marshal of the Black Lions
Kisharianda stood in front of the mirror looking at herself while her mother pinned the last details of her dress.
"You think he will like the dress Mother" she asked as she caressed the satin material with her shaky hands.
Isolde looked over Kisharianda's shoulder at the reflection of her worried daughter starring back at her.
"Of course he will Kish" she kissed her hand "Look at this dress!" she grinned "I have taught you well" she stepped back and held her daughter's hand up to help her step down from the small stool. "A queen indeed" she looked back at the long train behind her, he would be a fool if he didn't" she paused "King or not" she smiled warmly to reassure her.
"I want to be perfect for him" her lips curled into a smile at the thought of Cenarious. Isolde looked at her daughter in silence for a few moments.
"You love him deeply don't you" her mother cocked her head as she asked the question "Yes… with all my heart" her eyes glistened while she thought of Cenarious
"I can see a deep bond between the both of you just by looking in your eyes" she continued to sow the material "You can see that just by looking into my eyes" Kish turned her head and looked at her mother "Hmm mm" she nodded as she stood up "You have the same desire in your eyes as I did the day I married your father" she smiled "And look at us now, almost forty years later and we are much more in love today then we were then"
"You know your father is stubborn" she smiled "he wouldn't miss this for all the gold in the world , this is a proud day for him you know, his eldest daughter getting married" she continued to secure the small pearl around the base of her neck. "To a King at that" she cut the small threat around the pearl. "He will only die when he knows that his daughters are well and loved as he all loved you"
"I'm worried about father, he doesn't look well" she paused "I seen him pause and hold his chest earlier as he and Master Ugyel were walking to the garden" she blinked as her mother stood up at looked at her.
"Trust me I know your father" she chuckled "he's strong and he's stubborn…just like you are" she put the needle down "But remember your beauty is inherited from my side of the family" she flared her curls over her shoulders and winked as they both chuckled.
Kisharianda admired her mother, she was strong willed, independent and had a passion for helping people, she never really talked much about her childhood, but all the memories she had of her mother were tied to Woodglen. Isolde raised silkworms with the help of the women she hired and produced silks from their cocoons, and turned some silks into satin which she provided for many fine nobles and Royal families. And in her spare time she fashioned some clothes for families in need from the cotton and wool produced from their land. The Onyxien family were known for their kindness within their community and people respected them for what they did for them.
"I just want everything to be perfect" she slowly turned to look at the back of her dress "Thank you mother" she smiled
"Now I have something for you" Isolde walked over to a small box and lifted the lid. "You're grandmother Shannon gave me this the day I was to be wed to your father" she pulled out a long vale and walked over to her daughter.
"She gave me this as a wedding gift and to welcome me to their family" she carefully lifted the material revealing a circlet of white pearls intertwining into an oval shape. The front the circlet came down and rested on her forehead with one pearl, it was bigger then the rest and the lustrous texture shimmered with the stones that were found around the pearls.
"She told me the day she gave me this that there is an old legend that says if you receive pearls as a gift on your wedding day that nothing will come to harm the couple, and that their bond shall be as strong and their love…. forever protected even through death" she smiled as Kisharianda's eyes filled with water
"May this bring you as much blessings as it has your father and I, and one day you may pass it on to your daughter as I have to you so that she can keep your love alive through hers" she placed the headpiece on her head and stepped back to look at the bride
"You will take his breath away" she smiled as she struggled with the lump in her throat "You make me proud"
Kisharianda turned and looked at herself in the mirror, she reached for the white sating gloves and turned to her mother "This is it" she swallowed nervously.
Kisharianda Onyxien Confessor of D'Hara, Duchess of Port Raviel
O my beloved unreachable,
This is a bittersweet day when I lose two of my loves. The King's matrimony and my daughter's adoption...it is good that I have at least gained a title. Something had to have balanced out the chasm of despair I tumbled into.
I, and all of the faithfuls, are forever in gratitude to you for supplying me with the gold to build a shack to the Dragons. I will dedicate it to the Dragon Sallow, my patron, and pledge its construction as a sign that I can commit to also building one in his city.
I am preparing little Selena for her big debut. We will arrive in time.
Many blessings my fond dove,
The Dark Count,
Bowie Ironsides Count of Qubel
In his new estate in Qubel, the Dark Count dressed his baby daughter in the light coloured outfit he made for her earlier.
"Today's the day little demon. You are going to join a royal family. Your foster mother is an exceptional woman. The finest I know of, and I know plenty. Your foster father, well, he is good enough. You don't have to like or respect him, but you do have to respect his title."
She clapped her hands and made squirting sounds with her lips.
"Do you know that they have a monkey? He is a pest most of the time, but I have a feeling he'll be your best pal in the grand mansion. If he bothers you too much though you should just kill him. Problems like that are best to be dealt with quickly and severely, otherwise you'd have to deal with it all the time. Just some helpful advice."
He finished tying the bow across her chest and then began to put on her shoes.
"When you are old enough, and if I am still alive, you should come and find me. I won't be far in your life, but who knows where the current will take me. I am your father and it is right to be square with me. I would like to know you as an adult, and see if you inherited any of my sins. You should also find your brother in Fissoa. Basically Selena, I am trying to tell you that you will never be alone in your life. If not for the Ironsides family in Dwilight, you will at least have the Onyxien's and the Stormrage's."
He caressed her face and she put his finger in her mouth to bite, but she didn't have teeth yet.
"I have to give you up. If I take you with me you will be murdered. This arrangement is for your safety, from my enemies...and from myself."
He hugged her and put on her bonnet, then put her into the carriage.
"Ready to go little Princess Selena? We must leave for the wedding now or we will be late."
They left the estate and entered the horse buggy. The driver nodded in adoration at the child then snapped back to attention when the Dark Count glared at him. Despite his softness to his child, Bowie showed no sympathy for the rest of the world.
Off they went towards the Royal Wedding...
Bowie Ironsides Count of Qubel
Lycan smiled upon hearing the King's words of praise to his sister. It was nice knowing she had a good reputation. "Thank you your highness. You are too kind. And yes I will accept that great ale." With that he took the drink from the servant's hand and taking a sip he closed his eyes savouring every drop. Aaahh...yes it does bring good memories.
"Your highness I see you have a little time so I would like to take this oportunity to present you with my wedding gift." He called out to a boy standing at a respectfull distance and signed him to approach them. "It's not much I'm afraid. I'm only hoping it's deserving of someone of your status." With that he bowed presenting his highness with a sword with the King's coat of arms engraved on the hilt and throughout the blade you could see golden engravings where it could be read "Veritas vos liberabit"
King Cenarious took the sword and admired it while Lycan awaited somewhat anxious.
Lycan Moreira Knight of Raviel
"Lovely work I must say," Cenarious said as he examined Lycan's gift. "The truth will set you free.. not trying to make Us rethink the wedding are you?" Cenarious continued with a chuckle. "Your generosity is appreciated young Moreira, but a work of art such as this is not meant for the battlefield. This blade should be admired and its message pondered. It shall be mounted in a place of honor in Our halls, for all to see the support given to Us by your family."
With an offhand gesture to the servant hovering at Cenarious's elbow, he only had to begin to hold out the blade for the waiting servant to swoop in and take it out of his hands. Bowing to Lycan and the King, the servant swiftly made his way over to the table displaying the gifts that had already been given and placed the blade where it could be easily seen by all.
"Enjoy the ceremony and be at ease." Cenarious said with a smile as he gestured towards the relaxing nobles around the square. "We are sure that there are others here who would speak to you of your sister. Savor your time here today, you can be certain that We will."
Cenarious Stormrage Dragon King and General of D'Hara, Marshal of the Black Lions
She walked passed through the small crowd of people who had gathered for this special day. Her hands were shaky and her legs could barely hold her up, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Be still my heart" a deep voice complimented her
Grabbing her father's hand she smiled at his comment "Oh Father! I'm so nervous"
"So was I the day I married your mother, but don't' tell her that. Although I thought I was going to fall flat on my face when I seen such a beauty given to me, I was the happiest and luckiest man alive" he said proudly patting her hand "And again today I am overwhelmed by those feelings" he smiled as she wrapped her arm around his.
"Now I haven't had much time to spend with this King Cenarious, but if he is as kind to you as he is to his people then" he paused and looked at her " You have made a fine choice" he smiled
"He is father" she looked at him with sparkling eyes "He is a good man and a good King, who fights with honor for people of D'Hara" she stood at the end of the small decorated path looking ahead at Cenarious.
"Did you bring it daddy" she said in a panic gasping for a quick breath as she held her chest.
"Of course" he looked back at one of her guards who stood behind them with a long hand carved box with the Onyxien family crest on it.
"Thank the gods" she exhaled relieved
"You did some extensive work on it, it's beautiful" she smiled and straightened herself. Up ahead stood Cenarious next to Ugyel who seem to be having a bit of difficulty with MoMo as the little fur ball jumped from the tree behind on to the alter and back on to the tree. Ugyel trying to keep his composure from not blasting the monkey right out of the tree decided to shoo him away like you would a fly out of respect to Cenarious.
When he had proposed to her the Queen resided here and today she thought she would be standing in front of the former Queen, but with the latest circumstances this was not going happen. Master Ugyel was going to be the one to perform the ceremony, had he not only been an old wizard, he was also a former priest back in Rettleville, and a really dear close friend and teacher to Kish and nothing pleased him more then to take honor in marrying his student to a King.
Kisharianda Onyxien Confessor of D'Hara, Duchess of Port Raviel
The Dark Count and Little Selena finally arrived in Port Raviel. Their journey together had been a sleepy one. It was a rainy trip and Selena wanted the windows covered so she couldn't see the grey sky. This made the carriage a mellow dim, and they both fell into nap.
In Port Raviel, they exited in front of the Ducal palace and began their march to entrance.
After proving his identity to the guard the Dark Count and his child entered the grand hall. It was filled with the guests of the imminent wedding, but Bowie could not see neither the King or the Duchess, so he took Selena to introduce her to some local knights and magistrates. Most of them were not too fond of Bowie, but they absolutely brightened when they saw the little girl.
Bowie said to one, "Squeeze her cheeks any more and I'll have to cut your fingers off." And to another, "If you pat her head again I'll put a nail in your throat." And more of those sorts of comments. He smiled devilishly after every one he made, a smile the little one shared. It was his way of amusing himself on the cheerful day he dreaded.
Off and about the crowd they mingled...
The Dark Count,
Bowie Ironsides
Count of Qubel
Lycan breathed easier when he saw the King's apreciation. He smiled with pride upon hearing such honor and consideration given to his gift.
He thanked the King's and moved away. He simply stood at a little distance from the other guests, observing and trying to recognise anyone.
a few minutes later the ceremony was announced and everyone was seated. Lycan upon seeing the bride was amazed at how beautiful she was. This was the first time he actually saw her. She was gloating with happiness and anyone could see it. For a minute Lycan's mouth dropped open and he actually froze there admiring her beauty. She was definately fitting of a King and so was the King of her. They truly were meant for each other.
Lycan Moreira
Knight of Raviel
