Lady.Taser Posted May 18, 2014 Share Posted May 18, 2014 Heaving a sigh that seemed to be far to full of knowledge for one of his age the man strolled through the night streets. His pale blonde hair shimmered in the moon light and you would have expected him to be the centre of attention, however he managed to pass through the crowds of people, the fights and even the red light district and only catch the eye of a few people. In the brightest of moonlight his hair would have been called silver and in the brightest of sun could have been described as pale gold, in contrast to this his eyes were as dark as the night sky. Not black but the darkest of blue and it was easy to get drawn in and lost in them. There was no real reason he was out this night, mainly driven into action by boredom. There had been no one speaking out of turn recently, no one that needed to be removed or taught what was right and so he decided to prowl the town. He would often go on journey's, explore the land and indulge himself. Though tongiht he was going to indulge a little closer to home. Pausing and turning he looked up at his destination, it was outside the red light district, a very inconspicious building really and by the upstairs window a figure moved, causing a flutter in the curtains as the figure noticed him and ran down to open the door. As the door was opened the warm light from the fireplace shone into the street and a young man of about 22 smiled brightly down the stairs at him. "Come in, its cold outside, there is no point standing around." The wanderers smile grew as he acesnded the steps and walked through the door, wrapping his arms around the man and bringing their lips together in a crushing kiss as he swung the door shut on the brisk night air. -------- "Your Highness!" Finally Marcus's head turned in the direction of the voice, a wry smile on the owners face. "Forgive me your Highness, but we really do need a decision on this today. The peasants will not wait much longer. The taxes need to be decided." Marcus sighed and leant his head back against the throne. "Why do we need to change the taxes Hexmo? We still have plenty left from last year and it has been a good year for the harvest. I will not collect the extra food as tax when we have no need of it." Marcus looked his advisor straight in the eyes, his bright blue eyes nicely complimentinghis golden blonde hair, the crown on it almost blending into the hair with the richness of the colour. Hexmo nodded, obviously unhappy with the decision but not having the authority to question it as the master ofthe coffers nodded solemnly and retreated from the hall. "Very Well, the the next propostition is..." Marcus stopped pauying full attention not long after that, the court and matters of court tended to bore him. The courtiers and advisers made the work more tedious than it needed to be and it was rare that anything of interest wouold happen during this point of the day. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sVerrine Posted May 30, 2014 Share Posted May 30, 2014 The clock tower that stood imposingly in the heart of the town struck the twelve hour of that day, announcing the start of the Peasant's Festival. The hard blowing wind throw Luther's black threads of hair into complete disarray as he tread through the crowds, blending in perfectly. He didn't quite know the festival's purpose, if the people celebrated anything at all during the next three days or if it simply had economic bases. The gates were open for any foreigner, which served Luther's purpose well, so any further question seemed unnecessary to him. In less than a few minutes the man found himself standing before an overwhelmingly high and intricately carved wooden door. Behind it, there was the Great Library, which was rumored to store more than 500.000 books, which was impressive for the capital of a kingdom as small as Westeros. Luther pressed his fingers on the door and with all his might and force pushed it open. A relieved sigh faintly passed the man's lips when he saw no one sitting at the administration desk; coming during the festival was indeed the best idea he had come up with so far. Normally, he should have waited for the man in charge and spoke with him about the book he was interested in seeing, but as he had no desire to do so, he passed the empty desk and started wandering stealthily around the bookshelves. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady.Taser Posted June 2, 2014 Author Share Posted June 2, 2014 A figure sat comfortably in one corner of the library, not the one he usually spent time in there were usually far too many people. Today was an exception though and often he did enjoy visiting other libraries, surprisingly there were books here he had not read before. Books not found in the Palace library, though they tended to be the vulgar kind it was nice to read a book he hadn't read before. He had probably read everything in the palace Library two over if not more. A small creak made its way over to his corner and his pale blonde hair shimmered as his head lifted. Someone in here today? Strange. Delicately placing the book on the reading table he stood and stepped around to see who had walked in. Dark hair passed by him as the man moved between the shelving, he looked familiar, like some one from his past. Curious about the stranger and why they were in the library now he followed him around the shelves. -------------- Marcus stood up as the clock struck twelve, startling the advisors. “Right, I am going on a holiday for three days.” As Hexmo opened his mouth to protest, Marcus cut him off. “Hexmo, for what other reason have we prepared everything for the next week or so in advance. There is nothing we need to do right now. Unless there is an emergency I am taking time off to celebrate the same as the peasants are.” Leaving the advisors speechless he turned and walked out of the throne room. The often called him irresponsible compared to his father, and maybe he was, but the uprising had happened because the peasants weren’t happy hadn’t it? Therefore the festival was to keep them happy and Marcus would often go into the town to make sure all was okay so that he could change what people weren’t happy about before they rebelled again. Changing in his chambers Marcus left the castle in much simpler clothing, a rough spun tunic and trousers. With ease he slipped past the guards and smiled as the peasants were and soon he fit right in with them drinking and talking and having fun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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