Masquerade - These Masks We Wear

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Oh, of course I won't, why should I give my services to someone so ungrateful? When your pain inevitably comes back and you want it again, just know that you'll be in that pain for the rest of your miserable existence."

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

Caden scoffed, then turned to walk out of the room. Just as he reached the door, he stopped and placed his hand on the doorframe, shocked over how different the simple act of walking was after Riva's actions. He cleared his throat, feeling the sudden need to speak, if only softly. "Thank you."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

With folded arms, Riva scoffed. "Yes, you're very welcome, Caden."

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

He nodded, not quite feeling like his need to speak was satisfied, but it felt better. "I have duties to attend to with my personal guard, feel free to wonder the castle if you wish."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

She smirked. "Like I need your permission." But with a sigh, she let down some of her sass. "I'll see you at dinner."

[The Ward's Guard he/him]

Caden nodded, "I guess I will." He stepped away, heading to the training field.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Riva sighed once the door closed, suddenly feeling very heavy and tired. That man was something else... Quite honestly, she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about him. He was such an enigma; loud at all times, but gentle and loving occasionally, despite being rude and violent the rest of the day. He was also surprisingly awkward, utterly clueless socially. And that was... cute. In its own way. He was handsome too, though he probably would have been more so if he'd been younger. The thought made her painfully aware of her own age though, and she quickly ceased that line of thinking. Caden was handsome enough as it was, scars, wrinkles and all. Maybe he wasn't the best husband, but considering they'd been living together for this long and neither had killed the other, she had a hunch things might actually turn out okay. 

[Condensation she/her]

6 hours ago, Zephrun's Imperium said:

Nico was browsing through cookbooks when he spotted the queen. His first instinct was to hide, but his moment of indecision let Alienor catch a glimpse of him.

"Sir Kimby?" Alienor asked. "Is that you?"

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Nico smiled, trying to hide his shaking. "Ah, yes miss! Just checkin' out some cook books before I make me lunch."

[Condensation she/her]

"You didn't strike me as the type..." Alienor trailed off, then resumed. "Well, both to cook, and to spend much time in the library. Although that's probably insensitive."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Nico sighed and dropped his accent to sound like a noble for a moment. "You know, I can talk 'normally' if I want to. I was raised by Ivian here in the castle after my father died. I speak like a peasant because I'm around the servants mostly."

[Condensation she/her]

Alienor looked startled, then seemed to relax. "That's... good to know, I think. Although I do like your accent."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

He grinned and dropped back into the heavy drawl. "Oh, why thank'ee, miss! I likes it too, I does, yessiree! Anyway, what'cha lookin' 'ere for?"

Edited July 14, 2021 by Zephrun's Imperium

[Condensation she/her]

"I was just trying to find something in Joliean. Preferably something interesting?"

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Well, I dunno me way 'round the library all 'at well, but once you do find somethin'..." He bit his lip, blushing. "Maybe you could cook with me?"

[Condensation she/her]

"Cook? Cook what? I haven't cooked much before."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Nico shrugged. "Whaddya like to eat for lunch, mi'lady?"

[Condensation she/her]

"I don't know."

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Not givin' me much to work with, I see." He chuckled. "Well, I'm sure we can find somethin', you an' I. Cookie always has somethin' or other made, but it's never good enough, yeah? Must have somethin' to do with bein' lower class."

[Condensation she/her]

Alienor nodded, not sure what to say, and hastily selected a book from the shelf beside her. "I'm ready, then."

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Star here, RPing with the water claaaaaaaaaaan! 

Nico grinned, still slightly off put by her off-handedly offensive remarks. I'm not less than you, he thought. Not 'cause of my status and not 'cause you're lookin' to save me from 'Livia. "Ever been down to the kitchens, miss?"

"Yes, I have. Only once, though, when I met you down there. Just to be safe... why don't you lead the way?" Alienor blushed, feeling like she should know the castle better by now.

"Haha, sure." He offered his gloved hand.

Tucking her book beneath her arm, Alienor took Sir Kimby's hand.

With that, Nico shot off to the kitchens. They weren't too far away, just down some steps to the basement and through a few doorways. "'Ello!" he said when he came in. The cook glared at him. 
"Nico?" she growled, tapping her foot. 
"What? Just here to be makin' some stuff, I'll leave you alone. Promise."
She nodded to Alienor. "How about you leave your secret work upstairs where you can't be told on, boy? Ain't that the queen?"
Nico opened his mouth to speak before Alienor interrupted him. 

"Not the queen, just the king's betrothed. And it's nothing like you're thinking - Sir Kimby just invited me to cook lunch with him."

The cook narrowed her eyes. "Sure," she said. "Sure, you cook together and then you can go upstairs and do your untold-"
"Oh, shut your trap," said Nico. He was about done with being trampled on. "What I does is none of your business. Iv'an trusted me with his betrothed, so go on and tell 'im I was down 'ere with the girl. 'e won't a-believe you an'way." He waved his hand. "Now let me get by for ingredients."
She glared, but obeyed. Nico's mood was now significantly soured. 

"Do you know what you want to cook?" Alienor asked.

"I dunno. Eggs and toast, maybe? I cooked up some homemade jam few days back, we can be usin' that. You cool with breakfast for lunch?"

"Yes, that sounds lovely. What can I do?"

"Can you crack eggs, miss?"

"Ah, no. I haven't cooked much, like I said." Alienor replied sheepishly.

"Well, that's alright." He wandered to the pantry where a basket of fresh eggs was waiting for him. "There's pans in the cupboard above yer head, you can grab one." He managed to fit five eggs in one of his massive hands, four more in his other. 

Alienor reached up, opened the cupboard, and paused. "How big of a pan do we want?"

"Medium sized. Shallow pan."

"All right." She grabbed one matching that description and pulled it down, holding the rest back just in time to keep them from falling. "Got it!"

"Good." Setting the eggs down on the counter, he lit the stove, setting the pan on it. "Alright, miss, I'll teach ya how to crack eggs. Come stand here, yeah?"

She walked over to where Sir Kimby had asked.

Nico put his arms around her, selecting an egg to hold it with her. He led her to crack the egg on the table. "Right, put it over the pan."

Alienor carefully brought the egg over the pan, hoping Sir Kimby didn't notice her blush. "What next?"

"Open it up 'round the crack. It'll drop right out."

Alienor pulled it apart and the egg fell into the pan. "And then we do another, right? How many do we need?"

"Well, I picked out nine. You think you can do those on yer own?"

"I think so. I'll let you know if I need help, if that's all right."

He nodded. "I'll start the toast."

[Channelknight Fadran]

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D: I wanna RP with you guys

 

[Quivil]

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Hi Fadran wants me to join but I have no clue whats going on so I wont until he educates me.

 

Edited July 14, 2021 by Tani

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

4 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

 

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CALL MAVERICK TO THE CASTLE

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Having nothing else to do, Leina wandered the castle in the hopes of running into someone friendly.

[Condensation she/her]

Alienor continued cracking the eggs into the pan.