The King and his Girls {Magrej, Abigail, Faelynn}

[AmberEyedWolf]

Magrej...

The king strode into the castle. His ebony robes swirled behind him as he walked. Stopping in the center of the entryway, he looked around for a brief moment. Catching a passing guard, he gave his orders. "Find Faelynn. Bring her to the throne room. Immediately." With a salute, the soldier ran off to carry out his orders. The wicked king, his mask secured over his face, carried on through the castle, making his way toward the throne room.

Two guards opened the dark wooden doors, allowing the King to pass into the room. At the head of the room, the dual thrones that had once stood for the former king and queen had been removed. In their place stood a regal throne, solid gold adorned with large red rubies and soft ebony cushions. In the silence of the great hall, he waited.

It wasn't long before two guards walked in, the princess between them. She came peacefully, but there was a coldness in her expression that had never been there before. Faelynn stood before the throne, her violet eyes cast upon the ground. Magrej dismissed the two guards before addressing his daughter.

"Faelynn." The girl's eyes never left the ground. "Faelynn, look at me when I speak to you!" Reluctantly, she dragged her eyes up to meet her father's through his mask. "Your actions at the wedding were completely uncalled for. You disgraced yourself, you disgraced my wife, and you disgraced me." The king's dark eyes flashed with anger. "Tell me, Faelynn, why did you do what you did?"

The princess stood there, taking the brunt of his assault in silence. When he questioned her, she spoke, her voice shaking with emotion. "How could you not see the way she is? She killed her own mother in cold blood! How could I not react the way I did? Father, she is a cold, heartless wench! How could you marry such a thing?" Her eyes brimmed with tears as she thought again of what Abigail had done to the late queen.

Angered by his daughter's words, the king stood. His voice echoed in the empty chamber as he spoke. "You shall not speak of your queen that way! You, Faelynn, have become a selfish, inconsiderate child! I have had enough of your attitude. You will return to your chamber, and there you shall remain. As of this moment, I am confining you within your chambers." Once the king had finished, he sat down, tired.

Faelynn took a step back, stung by her father's words. Hanging her head for a moment, she allowed a few tears to escape. She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve, and lifted her head again. Straightening up, she stood tall and proud. Her voice came out even, yet cold. "I am twenty-one years old. I am no longer a child. I shall not stand here and allow your bride to ruin my life. I can have no respect for someone who can murder her mother with a smile on her face. Do not expect me to listen to a word your queen says. I love you, Father, but I cannot live with a man who allows such a wench to share his bed. Good day, Father." With that, she spun around, stalking out of the throne room. She headed toward her chambers, determined to pack up her belongings and leave the Ellsinora castle forever.

The dark king watched his daughter's actions. It finally dawned on him that she was a strong young woman, who could no longer be contained by harsh words and dark promises. Summoning a guard to him, he ordered a pair of guards to be stationed outside of the princess's quarters to make sure she would not attempt to escape. Once the guard had left, he slumped back into his throne, feeling his age now more than any other time.

...Faelynn

[Desperanza]

The Queen stood poised within her own castle rooms. She was staring into the mirror of the vanity table that stood before her. She was dressed on this day in vibrant folds of onyx silk with a diamond studded crown adorning her head. Turning on her heel, she strode forward to the balcony, coming to rest her hands upon the stone banister as she stared out at the landscape below in thoughtful silence for a moment. Her lavender eyes narrowed before she offered a chilled smile and she turned from the balcony once more as a guard wandered past the open doorway to the room. She inclined her head with a curious tint for a brief moment before soon after, she caught sign of the guards marching past with Faelynn wandering along with them.

She nodded curtly at the sight before turning to slide silken gloves over her hands close to her elbows, flexing her slender fingers before she turned and made her way towards the doorway. She paused for a moment, glancing back briefly before she turned and made her way from the room once more. Her ebony hair fell in silken waves along her back once more. It cascaded along her back in a glimmering curtain and she was sprinkled with lavender oil.

Inhaling slowly, she made her way forward down the spiraling staircase as she descended her way along the staircase to the bottom before pausing once more. Taking in a breath, the Queen paused at the bottom as a guard approached her, bowing deeply before the man straightened and spoke once more, "My Queen Abigail, I have come to inquire about the prisoner, he is making a racket." he stated with a small grunt. Abbie grinned, nodding curtly at the man's words as she lifted a silk covered hand to trace her finger along her elegant jaw line thoughtfully for a moment before she spoke, "Indeed." she stated with a cold velveteen tone that fell past her lips, "Kill him." she stated simply with a curt nod before she brushed past and made her way forward to make her way towards the throne room once more.

Following the trek of the guards as well as Faelynn, she paused at the door of the throne room chambers. She rolled her eyes, sighing stiffly. That young woman was wildly filthy mouthed and truly needed to be taught a lesson. She wondered who Faelynn's mother was and what sort of woman her mother might have been. Not that she cared, she probably would have killed her too. She inhaled slowly before drifting forward just as Faelynn left the chambers. She cast a disdainful glance after the woman before she turned to make her way into the throne room. She would do nothing to her. Faelynn was Magrej's son and she would leave her. Sighing, she turned to face Magrej instead with a slight smile as she wandered forward and offered a soft and coy smile to the King as she arched a brow and drifted forward to lift her hands and brush her fingers along the King's cheeks softly, "Come now, my darling. What is the matter?" she purred with a tilt of her head as she gazed at him curiously now.

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[AmberEyedWolf]

Magrej...

The king sighed and looked upon his wife. He covered her hand with his, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with Abigail's curious ones.

"I feel I am fighting a losing battle. Yes, I have won Ellsinora. Yes, I have a wonderful, beautiful bride. But at what cost? My beloved daughter thinks me a monster. I know not what to do with her."

Magrej sighed again, his shoulders sagging. He felt old. Old and weary. He was tired of this, tired of feeling so old. Swiftly, he stood, sweeping Abigail close to him. He hugged her close to him, before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"I have been feeling old and weary as of late. Come, love, and make me feel young again." He pulled away from her, locking his eyes onto hers, before turning and leaving the throne room, beckoning her to follow.

He traveled through the castle until he came to his chambers, previously the rooms of the late king and queen. They we his now, and he was going to forget all his troubles, at least for one night, here. He glanced down at the massive bed, a light smile gracing his features. He dare not take off his mask, however, uncertain as to how she would react. Instead, he turned to face Abigail, waiting for her to make the next move.

[Desperanza]

Abigail's simple nod was his reply and she scurried off after him through the castle. The castle now adorned with ebony and crimson decorations here and there, dark paintings and bone chilling murals with softly lit candles that adorned the halls the castle seemed to beckon her to a room of solace and serenity, a room with just herself and her husband and she grinned when they entered the head bedroom of the castle. The room was large and the bed was enormous. The former king and queen had chosen well when they had chosen their quarters indeed and now here she stood, feeling the eve of desire settle over their heads. Tonight, she would have her wish. Perhaps tonight she would bear young to the king.

Grinning, the Queen lifted her chin proudly, carrying herself ever more elegantly as she seemed to move her body to entice her beauty to flare wildly. Her lids drifted and her lashes fluttered over lavender eyes as she circled the king for a moment. Her eyes darted about the room, flickering to the bed here and there before she turned back to the king once more with a soft grin upon her features as she leaned in close and rested her hands at his chest, "My darling, you are not old in my eyes." she murmured gently to him before she kissed him with a sweet lull as she began to drift backwards. At first her hands remained curled in the fine cloths and silk that made up his attire before she slowly released him, wanting him to come on his own accord as she drifted towards the bed.

Turning her back to him, she began to undo the fine folds of lace and silk upon her own flesh, letting layer upon layer flutter down to the floor to her simple silken under garments as her porcelain skin now showed here and there. Her back was quite exposed and she cast a teasing glance over her shoulder at the king as she beckoned him with one finger before turning and settling upon the bed as she came to peer up at him with a desirable glint within her lulling purple eyes.

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