Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25126355-20170210165236

(Sorry! I'm on the planning committee for my sisters wedding. that takes up a LOT of time)

In the past few days...

Traveling with an entourage of only a hundred persons, Jannia stood at the camp, observing, making sure nothing she could have needed was forgotten or left. Her two eldest were following their mother, holding onto her by her skirts. As chests were brought out one after another, the people of Evermore crowded the entrance to the camp, to see their queen.

Crendal had allowed the Royal Family to pray at the temple, and now the time had come. Julien, Prince Crendal, the entirety of the Royal Court of Evermore, all followed in a silent procession through the city. The King's popularity had all but faded away and the nobles were seen as fat war-profiteers. Crendal and his men were just foreigners to them. But when the queen and her two eldest children entered the city gates, surrounded by both Hassildor guards and Crendal's own men, the people erupted in cheers.

"Queen Jannia!" they shouted, reaching out to her. "Long live the Queen!" The foreign Queen who everyone expected to be quiet and complacent, was now the centre of people's attention. Smiling Jannia walked quietly, and humbly to the temple, to pray for her family and her people. She knew, however, that the political tide was now on her side and she knew she'd have to use it.

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Present day...

Shouting could be heard from the Queen's tent. The King being the one shouting. And given his wife's calm and quiet replies, it sounded more like a monologue of yelling, than a heated argument.