Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-17114085-20170109093913

As they passed through the castle, the militia captured some of the Bouchard servants and fought off the remaining guards.

Coming upon the room that Cirges had mentioned, Jovron and the others kicked down the door which they had found locked.

"Arielle!" Jovron called out when he entered the room. He looked around, searching for his half-sister. He spotted a girl cowering in the corner. He approached slowly. "It's alright. They can't hurt you any longer, I've come to save you Arie."

He knelt down and reached for the girl whom he saw was crying. "It's alright Arie."

"I'm...I am not Arielle." She muttered and looked up.

Jovron was taken a back as he realized this girl was not his sister. She had a similar look to her, both her complexion and hair color. Her overall build was similar as well, but her face was nothing like Arielle's. He moved back. "What? Where is Arielle then?"

Cirges looked around the room. "This is definitely Rallaume's room. Arielle should be here."

Jovron asked the crying girl. "Where is my sister, the Princess?"

"I am the Princess." The girl stated.

Jovron was confused and a little angry. He stormed out of the room to head back to where Roland was being kept. Before he left he ordered. "Cirges, take care of the girl. She looks to be injured."

"As you wish, your grace." The scarred knight nodded and went over to help the fake-arielle.

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Marcel and his wife ate the whole course meal. Like last time, King Marcel was sitting at one end of the large table, beside him was his wife Queen Edwinna. Like the King had mentioned his daughter had not come to dinner.

In the background, the Minstrel Ruran was playing his harp softly as the royals ate.

Marcel looked pleased with the meal. "I must say, Prince Balin. You've found yourself quite the exceptional chef."

Edwinna chuckled after she finished her plate. "I've half a mind to take him from you." she said in jest.