Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170120030705

(Julien was also a fool to refuse an ally such as Farrun :P So it runs in the family. Also, is Jehanna's harbor that far away from the city? Looking at the map, the only part that touches the sea is not even that far from the city.)

"Thank you, King Jovron. It shan't be long, though, since I've sent word of what happened yesterday.", Donel replied, bowing once again, "We shall leave you to your matters, then."

Vattier and Pike both bowed, too, turning around to leave the throne room.

"Seriously, that was an awful plan...and an awful conversation. That woman is unbearable, how on Nirn a man like King Marcel raised such a brat?", Balin commented as the duo walked under the dark blanket of the night.

"She's older than you. You shouldn't...", the elven woman started, but was quickly interrupted.

"Well, physically wise, yeah...mentally, though? Anyways, did you know that would happen? Whatever lies she can tell her father could very well trouble my relationship with Wayrest's royalty. I mean, it isn't enough that her mother is aware of what is going on, but now that they know that I do... I don't really know what kind of person Queen Edwinna is and judging by the Princess, she should be the source of...", the young Prince went on and on until Fiandrael finally shut him up.

"By the Gods, Balin shut up. You were just as childish as she was, insulting her and all. You two sounded and looked like rivaling siblings, quite unnerving. And to answer your question, yes, I knew that was bound to happen.", the purple robed woman replied.

"Then why do it in the first place? If it was bound to happen, I mean...", the prince looked up to the starry night and sighed.

"Well, the future is not a certain thing, Balin. My...ability allows me to glance it in ways that are not always clear and sometimes, but only sometimes I am able to change it.", it intrigued Balin the fact that elf never called her farseeing abilities as a gift.

"Hmm... I see.", he simply let out, "Not this time, though. Thank the Gods, I wouldn't bare to betray King Marcel's trust only to help that s..."

Once again Fiandrael shut Balin up before he could cuss.

"The future is a dangerous thing to meddle, but... I would not have received those powers if not for put it to good use. Otherwise the Gods would be too cruel as it is a headache enough as it is.", Fiandrael said.

They strolled around the garden for an hour or two, making sure to remain unseen and in silence contemplation of the place and of each other until finally one of them broke the silence.

"It is high time I return home. Tell my parents of my journeys, tell my siblings as well... We'll depart first thing in the morning, but for now...heh.", the Prince eyed the purple robed woman up and down.

"What?", Fiandrael's questioning tone would be completely betrayed if Balin could see the smirk on her face, but luckily enough there were tons of fabric covering her face.

"For now let me show you my bedchambers.", Balin smirked himself as he led the elven woman to his room.

...

After a wild and adventurous night, the Prince sent Fiandrael back to the ship and despite her advice regarding showing his face on the breakfast, Balin insisted he would say his farewell to King Marcel.

"It wouldn't be right to go without saying so.", he said.

Baron remained close, though. Better safe than sorry, Fiandrael said.