Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170606210812

Rhaela glanced at Arik, and he gave a slight nod, having not seen Arctus before in their brother's retinue. "Yes, please." She whispered. "Stay with me."

"I'm... I'm sorry." Donnel flushed, embarrassed. "I never got your name, Miss...?"

"I hope you're on the list!" The nobleman spat, waddling away as he began his long trek towards the Wedding Feast.

"The Morgans are-" Brynja began, before being interrupted by the Prince Aerion, who stood up to speak.

“Everyone, listen up!” Aerion called, smacking his hand down on the table, causing a loud noise to resonate through the hall. “For my wedding gift… My father has put me at the head of a task that has been long overdue!” He laughed, a bright light in his eyes. “I have been tasked with rooting out all treason that has come to infest our beloved court, whether it is in corruption, conspiracy... usurpation... Please, enjoy, as I destroy all the scum who would dare to challenge my father in a single night!”

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." The Reachwoman muttered. "We need to get the fuck out of here." She began making her way, quietly, towards a side door, and Meilir could see that she was making eye contact with Prince Arik.