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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 13:57:46 GMT
Andy wandered the palace that was her home. It wasn't near as big as either palace in the main parts of the Eastern Kingdom, but it was still rather large. It was also extremely empty; or at least it felt that way. Her hand rested on the hilt of the sword that was strapped to her hip. Gods this place was boring. The only reason she tolerated being the Vicereine was because it gave her a feeling of honor. The King trusted her to govern Geole and not fuck it up. That was definitely something to be proud of. Her thoughts shifted to the threat of war that loomed over Ireland. Geole alone had near as many soldiers as the rest of the Eastern Kingdom. When the time came she would be the one that led its men into battle. The thought made her stomach do a flip. Sure she was a knight, but that was no guarantee that she would survive war. No. She would do more than survive, she told herself. She would kick ass. She would be the leader and warrior that she needed to be. Just surviving wasn't an option. She had to prove to herself that she deserved to be both a Vicereine and a knight. She had to help prove that women could be kick ass knights just as well as men. That's what she was telling herself when she happened upon her older brother. She smiled when she saw his as he tended to be one of her favorite siblings. "Hello brother," she called out sweetly as she walked up and linked her arm through his, knowing he would recognize her by her voice if not her walk. The physical contact was about making herself feel better, not because she was trying to lead him anywhere. He might be blind, but she knew he wasn't helpless.
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Post by Guy Rowan on Sept 3, 2014 19:04:14 GMT
Guy had been wandering the halls, having just gotten back yesterday from a secret outing with his younger sister and knowing that it wasn't a good idea to leave again so soon. He had to be around the palace sometimes lest Andy find out that he'd been leaving. He was just so bored of just sitting around the Palace where everybody thought that he was incompetent. Hell, when he'd left his room this morning some little servant girl had tried to lead him around. He'd tried to be nice and play along but she managed to lead him straight into a damn wall! At least when he was by himself he didn't run into crap! He was still a little sour about it when he heard his sister's voice, though her presence managed to soothe his frustration. He would immediately crook his arm so that she could grab onto like she usually did, turning to place an affectionate kiss on the top of her head, "Little sister," he would say, grinning happily at her. He would continue walking, however, knowing that she would stick right along at his side. "How are you?" he would ask, his voice genuine. He truly did care about his siblings, no matter if he was a tad bit jealous of them from time to time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 19:19:59 GMT
She smiled when he turned and placed a kiss to the top of her head. Something about Guy always made her feel better. When he continued walking she kept pace with him relatively easily, and then he asked how she was doing and her eyes closed briefly. She knew, though, that lying to him was impossible. He was her brother and knew her far too well for her to be able to pull off lying to him. Just like she knew him far too well for him to pull off lying to her. He might think she didn't know about his adventures outside of Geole, but she did. "I'm worried," she admitted on a sigh when she finally opened her eyes. "This war thing makes me nervous. I have the training for it. The training to lead Geole to war, but I don't have the experience," she said on a sigh as she worried her lower lip between her teeth. "I don't know if sparring will help me feel better about this, either," she said. "How am I supposed to kill people? How am I supposed to get passed the worry that someone is going to kill me," she asked. She had no idea if he would have answers for her, but he was her big brother. In her head he'd always been able to make things right. That's why she'd come to him with this.
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Post by Guy Rowan on Sept 5, 2014 8:18:47 GMT
Guy would frown slightly when he heard his sister say that she was worried, shifting his hand to gently grab hers and squeezing it lightly. He would remain quiet as she continued to speak, though, listening so that he didn’t miss anything she might say. Honestly, he wasn’t quite sure what to say, anyways. He’d never been to battle either, hell. He hadn’t even been trained for battle. And he’d never had to worry about the thought of killing somebody, though he did contemplate dying from time to time. Not that he would mention that to her, he didn’t want her to know that her older brother was afraid to die. After she had finished speaking he would emit a low sigh, though it was more to buy himself a little more time to think than anything else, “Well, just because you don’t have experience doesn’t mean that you won’t do well. You’ll have an advantage over most of them. A lot of the foot soldiers won’t have had either,” he would say with a shrug. Despite not being trained for battle, he did know quite a lot thanks to the tutors that were willing to read to him. “I don’t think sparring will help you either. But, it’s natural to feel worried. If you weren’t worried I would think that something was wrong with you…well, more wrong than what already is,” he would say, a deep laughter springing up from his chest. After a moment or two he would quiet and let out a low sigh once again, “And, I think the thing that you have to think about, is that if you don’t kill them they’re going to kill you, all of your men, and Ireland,” he would say with a shrug, “Well. Maybe not anything that drastic. But, if they kill you they would certainly break my heart, and I’m sure King Connall wouldn’t feel too great about it either,” he would say, not wanting to place that much pressure on her. “The idea of war isn’t to kill a lot of men, either,” he would comment, “You would be surprised at how many do get to go home. The idea of war is to push just enough until the other side gives in. Usually it doesn’t take very long, a few years,” he would continue on. Not that he knew any of this from experience, but he’d heard it from soldiers that he’d talked to, and from the tutors that would read to him. He’d also been speaking with tacticians lately, trying to learn what knowledge they might have to offer.
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