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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 6:52:42 GMT
She flushed when Esras shoved the king back and stepped in front of her. Part of her was terrified for what might happen to Esras, but she was also busy being distracted by the king's own words. A growl erupted from her lips and she was just about to launch passed Esras the way she had when her brother had harassed her when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She glanced backwards to see Aeden standing behind her. The look on his face told her not to do it. A sigh drifted from her lips and she realized that he was right. The king had a sword, and Moira would never forgive her if she attacked Cahir, like him or not. Instead she stepped back to stand beside Aeden who called out to his nephew that if Esras didn't put the king in his place he was stepping in to do it himself. She shot the man a look of surprise, but he merely lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. Apparently insulting her the way that Cahir had didn't sit well with either of the knights. "Esras," she muttered under her breath, afraid for the young knight. She, however, managed to keep quiet enough that he wouldn't hear her and be distracted. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 6:59:12 GMT
Upon hearing the King’s question he would narrow his eyes, “Yes, I am,” he would growl, closing his fingers around the hilt of his sword. When he looked around him to speak to Ranait he would step forward again, “Stop. Talking. To. The. Lady,” he would say. When the King grabbed his sword his eyes would narrow slightly; he hadn’t really expected the man to rise to the challenge. But he wasn’t all that worried about it. Sure, he hadn’t been to war yet, but he’d been trained by one of the best in the kingdom. When the man spoke again he would scoff, “Here, and now,” he would rumble, drawing his sword from its sheath. He would ignore his uncle’s words for the most part, though it was reassuring that his uncle at least thought that he could handle this himself; if he hadn’t he would have stepped in already. He would turn slightly, showing the king only his right side as he brandishes his sword in front of him, watching the man closely as he gives the man a smaller target. He’d been taught to never take the first move; whoever did usually left themselves unguarded in some way or another. And he doubted the King had ever trained with a sword in his life.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 7:09:34 GMT
He sneered when the Knight tried to give him a command. "Aren't you a little out of your league boy?" He called down to the younger man. But the King didn't think about how come an 18 year old was knighted by his wife who was a stick in the mud when it came to knighting. She knew more about swordsmanship anyways in their relationship.
Which wasn't saying much since she was an embodiment of Lady.
The King scoffed a bit when Esras went into stance instead of taking the first hit. But that was because a Knight's etiquette was way beyond his knowledge. He stepped forward and went to go after Esras. But Esras was probably just being nice to the King. Because well, Moira wouldn't be all too happy with guts all over her audience room or the accusations that she was planning Esras to off Cahir in a dual all these years. Then with one moment of locking combat Cahir would chuckle lightly. "Seems the young Knight has a few things about swords from his King?" He would practically seethe out at the man. "Still a boy at heart it seems. Maybe my wife knighted the wrong man?"
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 7:26:34 GMT
He wouldn’t speak to the man as he blocked his blows, though he would take a chance and step forward upon hearing his voice; he’d been taught not to react to taunts yet he had. It wasn’t the brightest decision, as he felt steel bite into his side, causing him to practically growl before swinging his sword up, knocking the King’s blade away before it could do anymore damage. The blow served to anger him, though, and he would rain blows down upon the Kind, a sneer gathering over his face as he narrows his eyes. He was confident in the duel, more than he had ever been; it felt almost natural for him to be swinging a sword at an enemy. When the King swung his sword again he would parry it away before stepping forward once again and plunging his sword into the other man’s gut, grasping the hilt with both hands as he shoves his weight into the weapon. It felt almost easy, a little too easy if truth be told. Not necessarily the battle, but the act in itself; he’d never killed a man before and thought when the time came that it would be harder than this. Apparently he was wrong.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 7:34:05 GMT
A look of pure horror settled across Ranait's face, and if it weren't for the fact that Aeden was standing right next to her with his hand on her shoulder she would have darted forward when the king's blade hit Esras. As it was all she could do was stand frozen to the spot and watch as Esras drove his blade into the king's gut. It wasn't until the king fell over that Aeden would release his hold on her shoulder and she would rush forward. "Esras!" she exclaimed and starred in horror at the king's dead body on the floor of the audience chamber. Dark crimson blood spilled from the wound in his stomach and she had to turn away from the sight as bile rose in her throat. "You...he...you killed him," she said and she rushed a short distance away when she couldn't hold back her body's reaction to the sight and smell of so much blood. She leaned against one of the walls and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor. It took a moment or two, but when it was over she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and turned so that she was facing the young knight again. She didn't know what to say to him. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 7:42:42 GMT
After plunging his sword through the King’s body he would draw it out, staring almost numbly down at the corpse. Though, when he heard Ranait he would drop the weapon turning to stare at her as she fumbles over something to say, “Yes, I did. It was a challenge…his death or mine. It had to be his or else he would have raped you,” he would say, tempted to shrug though he didn’t figure it would help the situation. When she ran off to puke his brows would furrow, his nose wrinkling slightly before he turns back to glance at Cahir. He wasn’t quite sure which sight disturbed him the most. He would bite his bottom lip before reaching down to grab his sword, wincing as the action agitated the wound that he had received. Otherwise he wouldn’t pay much attention to it and would instead use the end of his shirt to clean the blood from his blade before sheathing the weapon once again. Afterwards he would turn to glance at his uncle, though as he was doing so he noticed that Ranait was staring at him once again. He would stare back, his brows furrowing slightly as he felt almost as if he should apologize, though he wouldn’t let himself. He wouldn’t apologize for ridding the Kingdom of such a worthless bastard.After a moment he actually would shrug, "I apologize for not doing this elsewhere, so that you didn't have to see," he would say, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair only to let his hand drop as his side smarted in pain. "But I'm not sorry for doing it. Somebody had to protect you," he would mutter, looking down at his feet, "It's not like there's anybody else around to do it."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 7:52:10 GMT
When he spoke she would just stare at him. It had to be the king's death or else he would have raped her. While he had a good point there, she couldn't help but think that the king wouldn't have been able to get to her with the guards that Alpin had left behind protecting her. She actually cringed when he said what he did about protecting her and it not being like there was anyone else around to do it. "Esras," she said in a pained tone. "There is someone around to protect me," she started and hesitated. How was she supposed to tell him this? There was no way he would take it well at all. "I," she started and stopped again. A sigh drifted from her lips and she dropped her head to stare at the floor for a moment. Why? Why had she not spoken to him sooner about this? Why had it ended up with this kind of situation? She should have said something the minute they'd spotted one another in the audience chamber. "I'm married, Esras. I have guards that could have protected me," she muttered softly. Her tone was so soft that it was almost inaudible. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 8:01:01 GMT
He was rather confused when she started to speak, his brows furrowing together as he takes a step closer to her. He figured she must be in shock or something and immediately felt even worse. Though, when she finally finished speaking he would freeze, the blood draining from his face. He would stare at the woman for a long moment, feeling a sharp pang in his chest just as guilt began to consume him. Along with anger. Oh, yes. He was definitely angry. “Then where are they?!” he would shout, clenching his jaw as he swore he was about to start seeing red. “And where is your God damned husband? Huh? Why isn’t he here protecting you?” he would scream at her, his hands clenching into fists though they remained at his sides, and he didn’t move any closer to the woman. He didn’t even realize it when tears began to stream down his face, though one wouldn’t be sure if it was because he was angry or grieving…or possibly both? He was certainly shocked, though; he couldn’t believe what she’d told him, and all of a sudden he couldn’t believe that he had actually killed a man. Especially when he shouldn’t have had to, “Why didn’t you tell me?” he would ask his voice still raised though he would merely shake his head sharply, “God damn you!” he would yell before whirling around, his whole body tense as his arms visibly shook, “You’re right, you know?! You’re not a damn Angel,” he would spit before marching from the audience chambers. He would slam the door open, the crunch of something breaking as it hit not nearly as satisfying as it should have been, though when he moved down the hall and punched the wall the pain, and the sound that came from that, was much more fulfilling.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 14:25:46 GMT
She starred at him. She'd expected his anger, but not the tears that streamed down his face. However, when he started yelling it only served to ignite her own anger. She hated being yelled at, and had often gotten into screaming matches with her brothers because they thought it was okay to scream at her. "First of all," she snapped at him. "My guards are with my husband's daughter. Secondly; and not that it's any of your fucking business. My husband is at our home arranging things so that he could stay here with me," she growled at him. "And lastly. I was going to tell you. How the hell; if you could be so kind as to fucking explain, was I supposed to know you would go and do something like this? I can't fucking predict the future," she growled at him. However when he stormed off she was far from finished, and she chased after him. "You know what, Esras," she growled. "Blame me for this all you want, but in the end you're the one that did it, not me. You reacted in anger when you could have at least tried to diffuse the situation," she shouted at him. "Stop trying to be the fucking macho man and use your damned brain for once," she growled before she spun on her heel and marched off towards Davan's rooms. "And no, Esras, I'm not a fucking angel, but at least I take responsibility for my own fucking actions," she called back over her shoulder as she continued down the halls. She wasn't sure why she was heading to Davan's rooms, but her whole body was shaking with a combination of anger and unshed tears. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 14:33:50 GMT
Aeden had been standing to the side, watching the whole time. He'd watched his nephew challenge and then kill the king, but he'd remained silent. He hadn't really expected it to turn into a death match, but he wasn't going to say anything about that. When Ranait had said that she was married he cringed visibly, but something told him that he'd kind of expected this to happen. The woman, even when startled, had had a look about her that said she was in love. A sigh drifted from his lips when the two of them started shouting at each other and he closed his eyes, praying for patience. "Children," he ground out, but the word seemed to go unheard. When Esras spun on his heel and marched from the audience chamber and then Ranait took off after him he ground his teeth. However, he took off after the two of them and it only took a bit of jogging on his part to reach them. He cringed when he caught Ranait's words to his nephew and then again when she called over her shoulder as she marched of. Even if Esras responded to her he would walk up and place a gentle hand on his nephew's shoulder. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 20:42:31 GMT
Esras had drawn in a breath to respond to the woman, only to feel his Uncle's hand on his shoulder. He would turn, staring at the man's face for a moment before suddenly wrapping his arms around his relative though he would press his face into his own arm. Sobs would rack his body, his chest heaving and his arms shaking. He didn't hug his uncle often, and he hadn't for a long, long time. And he couldn't remember ever crying in front of him, not since he'd ran to his uncle crying when he was young and his sister had thrown a knife at him. He couldn't think of any other time that he'd ever even cried, and honestly he couldn't quite believe that he was acting like such a baby.
After several moments he would break away from his uncle, suddenly angry at himself as he reaches up to scrub his hands roughly over his face, "God..." he would huff, his breath hitching in his throat as he shakes his head sharply. "Damn it... God, I'm sorry," he would say, his jaw clenching. "Damn it, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have," he would say, swallowing as his gaze flicks towards the door to the audience chamber. "I can't believe I did that," he would say, his eyes closing tightly as he draws in a deep breath. No matter what Ranait said he wasn't going to blame her for killing the man; that had been him and he knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 20:54:36 GMT
He clapped his nephew on the back when the kid wrapped him in a hug and though he felt a bit awkward, he let Esras hug him until he'd gotten control of himself enough to calm down and let go. "It's alright, Esras," he said in a much calmer tone than what he felt. He wasn't upset with the lady, but he was concerned about what this would mean for his nephew. Instead of voicing that concern however, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, nephew," he said with a sigh. "I can't promise you that this will get any easier. You're the type of person whose conscience won't ever let them forget what they did. However, don't let her reaction cause more doubt in you than necessary. You were right. She didn't have protection at that given moment, and if you hadn't stepped in he would have forced himself on her. I know men like Cahir," he said on a sigh. He had no idea if the killing was all that his nephew was worried about/bothered by, but he had no words of wisdom if the poor kid was suffering heart ache. He lifted his right hand and brushed it through his hair, showing the stress that he felt over all of this. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 10, 2014 21:51:59 GMT
When his uncle said that he was sorry he would look incredulously at him, wondering why on earth he would be sorry for this. Though when it was followed by him saying that it wouldn't get any easier he would drop his gaze, wringing his hands together, "I don't deserve for it to get easier," he would say, his voice gruff. Upon hearing him say that he shouldn't let Ranait cause him to doubt the necessity of his actions he would shake his head, "No. It was wrong," he would say, putting more emphasis on the word 'wrong'. He hadn't doubted his motive when he was doing it; he had known then that the king wouldn't have stopped no matter what he said, but now all he could think about was that he should have at least tried something less violent.
Suddenly he would pale, the blood draining from his face as he looks at his uncle once again, "Will I... do you think that the Queen will..." he would start, suddenly fearful. It had been a challenge, and challenges weren't illegal but what would they do to the person who had challenged their king and won? He would close his eyes tightly as his jaw clenches, telling himself that he wild deserve whatever was in store for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 22:11:10 GMT
A sigh drifted from his lips when Esras insisted that he didn't deserve for it to get any easier and that what he'd done was wrong. "It was a challenge, Esras," he said with another sigh. "No. Don't even go there. We will figure this out, nephew," he said placing one hand on the younger man's shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You need to go to either your chambers or somewhere that you can relax. Let me take care of this. I haven't failed you yet, Esras, and I don't intend to this time," he said gruffly. He gave his nephew a quick hug before he darted off. The first thing he did was to find a servant whom he paid heavily for their silence in this matter. He had the man go into the audience chamber and clean up the mess, preparing the king's body for a funeral of some sort.
The next thing he did was to exit the castle and order his horse to be saddled as quickly as possible. It didn't take long and he was swinging himself up onto the horse's back. "Tell my nephew that I will return," he called to the stable boy who nodded and took off. He turned his horse towards the main road and spurred the gelding into a gallop. Something told him his best bet would be to take the main roads all the way to the southern kingdom. A sigh drifted from his lips, but he leaned forward in his seat to give the horse more of his head so that he could get there as quickly as possible. Of course the horse would need a rest at some point in their run, but he was still determined to make it as quickly as possible. |
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Post by Esras Kavanagh on Jul 11, 2014 1:38:27 GMT
Esras felt fear leap into his throat upon hearing the servant, though he would push it back and climb to his feet. He really wanted to leave Ranait out of it but she'd been directed to join them so he would reach down to gently help her to her feet before moving from the Gardens and towards the audience chamber. He was positive that the Queen was going to kill him. She was literally going to have him beheaded, and there was nothing for him to do about it. Besides, he would deserve it anyways; he should never have killed the King. When he reached the entrance to the chamber he would pause for a moment, resting his hands against the door as he braced himself. After a moment or two he would slowly open the door, holding it open wide enough so that Ranait could enter before he did, "Angels first," he would murmur lowly, his tone half playful and half terrified.
After the woman had entered he would as well, lifting his gaze to the Queen as he approaches the throne. A few feet away from it he would drop to a knee, unsheathing his sword to lay it in front of him in a respectful fashion. He would then bow his head, remaining silent as he trained his gaze on the steel of his blade. He hoped that if she wished to sentence him to death that he wasn't tortured; he felt as if the King's death had been almost painless and hoped that the same courtesy could be applied to him as well.
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