Oban - The Kings Palace
This was, by far, the fucking dumbest idea that Edric had ever encountered in his entire decade at the Academy.
There were a dozen Initiates who could have done a better job than him. Who could have blended into this city better, who could have actually found a place within the wealth and splendor of this party. He was without a doubt the most ill-fitting and offputting figure within this entire party. A soldier placed into a well fitting suit.
Edric was entirely sure that anyone looking at him knew that he didn't belong.
He was supposed to be blending in. Supposed to be guarding the Sister of the Queen of Vel Anir herself.
A figure important enough that most Anirians would have balked at the thought of losing her. A woman who held not only respect, but the utter love of the people. She was kind, caring, and passionate of the people. A true mark of what the Royal family was supposed to be, a woman who was oft outspoken, and who loved her nieces and nephews beyond all else.
That was whom he was here to protect.
That was whom had seen him stuffed in the most regal of clothing. Having him stand on the edges of the party like...like a doll dressed up to be played with., manipulated and shifted as she nee-
"And who might you be, my Lord. I do not believe I've seen you before..."
A rather plump woman approached him, her face as plump as an apple and her features as pleasant as pie. She peered at Edric with the innocence of a child, as though he might hold some untold secret. The Initiate scowled, at least for a brief moment, and then drew his expression into a tight smile. "Edric, My lady."
He said gruffly.
"A guest to Duchess Lyrienth." The woman let out a chuckle, smiling as she fluttered a fan.
She said, her smile turning wicked.
This was, by far, the fucking dumbest idea that Edric had ever encountered in his entire decade at the Academy.
There were a dozen Initiates who could have done a better job than him. Who could have blended into this city better, who could have actually found a place within the wealth and splendor of this party. He was without a doubt the most ill-fitting and offputting figure within this entire party. A soldier placed into a well fitting suit.
Edric was entirely sure that anyone looking at him knew that he didn't belong.
He was supposed to be blending in. Supposed to be guarding the Sister of the Queen of Vel Anir herself.
A figure important enough that most Anirians would have balked at the thought of losing her. A woman who held not only respect, but the utter love of the people. She was kind, caring, and passionate of the people. A true mark of what the Royal family was supposed to be, a woman who was oft outspoken, and who loved her nieces and nephews beyond all else.
That was whom he was here to protect.
That was whom had seen him stuffed in the most regal of clothing. Having him stand on the edges of the party like...like a doll dressed up to be played with., manipulated and shifted as she nee-
"And who might you be, my Lord. I do not believe I've seen you before..."
A rather plump woman approached him, her face as plump as an apple and her features as pleasant as pie. She peered at Edric with the innocence of a child, as though he might hold some untold secret. The Initiate scowled, at least for a brief moment, and then drew his expression into a tight smile. "Edric, My lady."
He said gruffly.
"A guest to Duchess Lyrienth." The woman let out a chuckle, smiling as she fluttered a fan.
"Oh! quite a guest indeed then."
She said, her smile turning wicked.