Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-24685738-20160704031517

Renille sometimes got irritated, being treated as a simple lady-in-waiting with all the ditzy minor noblewomen that clawed for the opportunity to wait on Anariel hand and foot. The Amber Princess never really saw the appeal, but that was probably just because she had grown up near the royal court. She was, after all, Auri-El's granddaughter.

But she was doing her duty. She watched out for her two cousins, even though they didn't know it. Why, just last week she had apprehended a potential assassin before the King and Queen or their guards had been made aware of it.

She did miss her home on Val Cira, and she missed her interactions with Phynaster, but she didn't complain. Renille did enjoy her cousin's company, when they weren't too high and mighty to treat her as more than a servant...

She removed her shawl and let her amber hair tumble down her back, earning her the looks and whispers of the other handmaiden.

The Amber Princess ran her fingers through her hair and canted her head, listening to the unearthly music that resonated throughout the palace...

As there was no one to really listen to him, Aegan grew bored with playing to no one but the throne. He climbed a few stairs and sat on the railing of a balcony over the entryway to the palace, overlooking the street to it.

He played his lyre and continued to sing an unearthly tune, climbing octaves with deft skill.

Had he been older, the women of Aldmeris would've flocked to his bedchambers and clawed each other's eyes out for a chance to sit by his side, and high ladies would've killed one another just to put their names in the running to be his bride.

That would, of course, happen right on his 200th birthday, when he would be an adult and eligible for women to lavish him. Now, however, he had to continue enchanting and spinning his words.

Most of the Cirannaynes had been talented singers, due to their heritage as the most charismatic people in Aldmeris, and his mother had been the twin sister of the Poet Prince, and had excelled in the arts as the Poet Prince had done.

However, people were starting to believe that even the Poet Prince's skill paled in comparison to Aegan's, despite the fact that Aegan was further removed from Auri-El's bloodline. Aegan secretly enjoyed the rumors, but he didn't spread them around the palace.

He let others do it for him.

Cyrele strode through the streets of Cularane, a basket of fruit on her arm as she moved through the marketplace. As a relative of royalty, she could've easily gotten meals at the palace, but she hated the looks she got as she walked with her daughter.

If she had been closer to Auri-El, no one would've thought twice about continuing the Bloodline of the Gods through relationships between cousins. It would've been easy to explain her child as a blessing from Sodahrin.

But no, unfortunately, her blood was too removed.

So, instead, she was the teenage mother, the disgrace of the Cirannaynes and the Adonais both. There had been no official decree of banishment from the palace, but a few of the guards had made it pretty clear that she was not welcome.

Neither she nor her bastard daughter.