Recent content by Val

"I prefer to keep my own dancing between myself and whoever has managed to slip into my bed that night." Val joked, musing for a moment as if imagining the scenario before snapping his focus back to the moment. "Options, huh?" Val mused. "Never bad to have options, personally I prefer Alliria...

"Val." He offered, simply extending his hand and shaking 'Darreth's' hand if he accepted the palm. His father had always told him that he should introduce himself with all formal titles and full name, but it never worked for him. He could understand it in a business setting, perhaps the greater...

Another bloody song. Despite what he had done for most of his life, Val actually didn't like parties all that much. They were a complete and utter waste of time and money. It pained him how many crowns this fucking shindig had cost. The thought of everything that could have been done with that...

"Me?" Val said with a shake of his head. He always hated these sort of conversations. Over the last few years he had played the act well enough, but now...now it was becoming more difficult. The closer he got to where his father wanted him to be the harder it was to fight against the cruelty...

"Pet indeed." Val repeated quietly, looking at the face that had said the words with a slight frown. It was an opinion that he himself shared, one that Wren had all but raved about to him when they had spent time together in his manor in Alliria. He frowned for a moment longer, and then quickly...

It was on the other side of the Garden, far away from the momentous performance that Val found himself chanting. "SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!" His voice was joined by a chorus of the lowborn as he and another man three back a row of liquor poured into glasses that he would have called far too small. The...

Val rubbed at his face. "You are a font of never ending questions." It felt like every time they talked Rania asked him half a dozen different things. Each one with an answer that wasn't exactly simple to give, each one more complex than the last. He let out a sigh for a moment and then rolled...

"Come on." Val said with a slight wave. "I'll show you to the guest house." For a few seconds he glanced back towards the main house and the man walking towards it, his lips thinning before he shook his head. There was no point in dwelling upon the past, no point in trying to see something that...

Val stayed lounging for a moment, letting his head lull back as he closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. As soon as he shifted he felt an ache run through him. Some of his muscles screamed in protest, and the bruises she'd left behind on his skin pulsed. Lips thinned for a moment, and...

"Back so soon, my Lord? Your father won't be pleased." One of the guards behind the gate called out as he moved to unlock it. He was dressed in the typical uniform, platemail decorated in stripes of black and orange with the mark of the lion sitting upon it. His tone was more amused than...

He smiled. "Of course." This was his city. Oban had always been a maze to foreigners, but that was mostly because of the way the place had grown. There was no real planning to anything, no outlay that would help someone who didn't know navigate the area here. There were cities in the world...

"He does not." Val could have said many things about his father, most not kind. Yet a quality he had always carried was loyalty. The man had never once betrayed his wife, had never once thought of turning against the King. His father was a man of principle, cruel as they were. He stuck to them...

Val shrugged his shoulders. "You can believe what you like." He had learned that arguing these things was rather pointless. She was probably right in some ways. The system wasn't going to be torn down and misery and cruelty would continue on no matter what he did or how much he tried to change...

"Coin doesn't help half as much as you'd think." Val said bitterly. He had tried that method when he was younger, just giving bags of gold and gems to those who had been stepped upon. More often than not that coin ended up either squandered or given to the tax man who just came back for more...

Val let out a loud sigh. Rania had gained a little bit of insight into him. She knew that he wasn't the noble that most thought him to be, knew that he wasn't just some spoiled brat running around the world. He frowned for a moment, glancing at Rania. "I help people." He said slowly. "Behind...