Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25126355-20170120203104

As they entered the small encampment, already being taken apart by servants, Jannia remained silent. Inside the tent where she prepared, she took a glass of wine and sipped, to calm her nerves. Aldous was still silent, but Luthor had been barking orders to him own entourage, preparing for something himself.

"Well, saying that was a failure would be an understatement. Now, our only option is to ensure that you and the children are safely taken out of this vile province and sent back home." He finally said, addressing his sister when only the three siblings remained.

"Home... This is their home Luthor. Gods, I was furious at Julien for his stubbornness, but now I am guilty of the same crime. We can't let this happen. I have to end this war, somehow." She said, her voice much weaker now. All her resolve had melted away at this point.

"And how do you propose to do that?" The younger of the three asked.

Jannia stood still for a few moments. Hundreds of thoughts went through her mind all at once, but none seemed worthwhile enough. Then it hit her. Steeling her gaze and wiping away a stray tear that ran down her cheek, she drank her wine in one gulp, looked at herself in the mirror and sighed.

"By giving him what he wants." She said, storming out of the tent to the surprise of her brothers. To their further shock, she continued to walk straight pass the guards and out of the encampment, headed directly to the Prince.

Arriving at the Daggerfall camp, she passed by soldiers and servants all scampering around for some reason and headed directly to Crendal's tent. Arriving, she collected her breath and entered, while her brothers and their guards rushed after her, trying to stop the temperamental queen.

Inside the tent she spotted Crendal and a few of his advisors. As the other men left, leaving only the two royals in the room, she approached the prince. Falling to her knees, but still holding eye-contact, she spoke.

"Take me."

"Take me, instead of my son. My maternal love and my pride had threatened to cloud the very core principles of my beliefs. Duty must come before personal indulgences. You want a political hostage and I want to end this war with no more useless bloodshed. So take me instead. I cannot force this fate upon my child in good co, but I have experience in this. Take me as your hostage, let my husband bend his knee and take as much gold and as many men as you'd like. But leave my children out of these affairs. This is a war their father had started, against my pleas. They are innocent in all this, as are the men and women of Evermore. Let us end this now. I will be your hostage and you will show the world how you quenched a revolt with words, not swords. Would that fulfill your requirement of a ward?" She asked, still on her knees, but more determined than ever. She wouldn't be the stubborn mother, or the foreign queen who ran. She'd rather her life be dangled on a thread, as long as her people and her family were safe.