Inouv 29, 228: Cards and chatter

A few royals gather in the game room, which leads to another guest and a promise of friendship for a wayward son.


Log Title
Summary: Cards and chatter
OOC Date: 18/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Tyrel Roslin Laetitia Trevian 
Game Room
As you step into the game room, you are greeted by a pair of card tables arranged in the area that previously was the waiting room to the castle infirmary. The tables rest on soft carpeting of a dark hunter green. Lining the walls about two thirds of the way from the bottom is dark wood paneling, beneath a green and gold chair rail. Above the chair rail, the ceiling and the rest of the walls are painted a rich cream color.

As you pass the card tables, which have been partially screened off to cut down on ambient sound, you note that the fireplace and dumbwaiter that graced the infirmary proper remain to fulfill their necessary functions. The former has clustered before it comfortable chairs, upholstered in green with gold accents. Also in the room are a billiards table, a dartboard, and a chess table with chairs flanking the left and right. A sideboard provides snacks and drinks to those who come here to relax and enjoy themselves.

Inouv 29, 228

Tyrel enters speaking to one of the knights that walk with him, "…don't get a few moments of quiet playing quiet I will…" He trails off as he looks around the room. His eyes tracking to Roslin, "…pardon, Sir Giles, I must give some consideration to that as I have a feeling it shall come to pass."

—-
Laetitia is playing cards with a round of her ladies, three in all, four including her, her child with the nanny as the Queen takes out some much needed time to herself. Which is of course never by herself because ladies. And guards around. Plus she's needing social time after her morning, "Winne …" Laetitia chastises, at one of the card tables, her green eyes flashing with amusement, "A woman of your age shouldn't say such things .." Chidingly teased, the Queen wearing a delighted smile as she tosses down a card, Winifred chuckling softly, feigning a blush, "You are right, my Queen, but at times one needs to voice such things less it leads to wanton actions." A round of agreement from the ladies as they giggle, titter, and drink wine and eat fine cakes.

—-

Roslin is sitting beside her mother, away from the game. She is smiling contently, but when her brother comes in it does draw a look of worry across her face. Contrary to belief, however, she does not go over to him. Instead she remains seated, wearing a woven linen dress of a deep rosy pink that wraps around her small form, with long dagged sleeves and diamond stitching in a lighter shade all along the design. Her hair is up in a crown of red braids, and on her head sits a silver tiarra to match her silver eight-pointed star around her throat. She seems to ahve missed the lady's indecent remark, too lost in thought was she when her brother arrives.

—-

Tyrel waves off the knights who go to seek entertainment out of earshot of the Queen mother while Tyrel moves across the room. He bows to his mother and nods to the ladies at the table, "Mother, ladies." He considers for a moment, "I'm uncertain of the game but I do not believe 'kakak' is a word." He advises one of the ladies as he moves past brushing at the chain that covers his chest then adjusting his belt. "Princess Roslin, when you should have a moment I should like to speak with you regarding the Master of Laws."

—-

Laetitia lifts a hand up to lightly brush a lock of stray hair at her daughters ear back, looking up to see Tyrel there as the Ladies all rise up to greet the man appropriately, the Queen rising as well, "Tyrel." A smile for him and a glance down to her daughter, "Go, your mind is elsewhere, it will be good to speak with your brother."

—-

"I do not think much good has ever come of Tyrel and I speaking together, mother." Roslin explains, moving to rise. She pauses to give her mother first a respectful curtsy, and then a kiss on the cheek. "But I think I shall do it anyway. I must admit he always has the most interesting things to say." She nods once more, turning to look at her brother. "What about the Master of Laws?"
Tyrel gestures for the ladies to reseat themselves, "Carefully, ladies, such a dramatic rise in the beauty of the land as occurs when you stand could strike many of the men insensible." He looks to Roslin, "I have been giving some consideration to the matter and it seems inefficient to work to establish a Master of Laws that would, in a year and however many days it is until your birthday, would not be the ideal person for the job. I would like to know if you should wish to act as an assistant to a past Master until such time as you are able to take the role yourself. I would need to have the action approved by Father, of course, and if negotiation for your hand takes you from the castle then my plans would need to change."

—-

The ladies will sit and are immediately leaning in towards each other to continue their conversation, Laetitia smiling at Roslin, "Do give him a chance, love, I had the most illuminating conversation with both your brother Logen this morning that gave me the utmost hope that he shall rise up as you two have." Another card is given a toss, the Queen staying where she is, keeping an ear to the two siblings conversation.

—-

Roslin looks dubiously at her mother, before turning to face her brother. He hasn't but gotten the entire speech out when something very undignified and unPrincesslike happens. Roslin jumps up to her brother's arms, whether or not he'll take her, and throws her own arms about him in a hug. "Oh Tyrel!" She gasps happilly, hurridly releasing him after a moment. "This is … positively wonderful. I'm sure father will agree - I just know that he shall! Oh … thank you!" Look, Tyrel. You've made your sister happy.

—-

Tyrel catches, he's a knight, they train for this sort of thing with special courses in women jumping from windows and being flung from horses. He stands still holding Roslin in his arms in perfect form, hands completely clear of her dress and visible, arms at the perfect angle so she does not show her form in an unseemly manner. "Roslin, would you be so kind as to stop making me doubt my decisions before I've even finished speaking them." He sets her down once she's releases his neck.

—-

Laetitia wears a veiled smile, pretending as if the announcement went without touching her ears, nudging her chin to one of the ladies as she picks up a few cards from a pile, her soft green eyes full of amusement.

—-

"Don't be ridiculous - how could you regret it? It's the finest idea that you have ever had, and Father will approve. I promise, he will. And I will take advantage of the opportunity. I shalln't waste it, Tyrel. Oh, thank you!" She sighs, her cheeks flushed with happiness. Indeed, the day could not get any better! For good measure, she leans up and kisses her brother on the cheek. "I shall make you ever so proud."

—-

Tyrel says, "I've no doubt that you will, Roslin, but it will be some time yet and you must learn not to overstep your position while you work towards proving yourself. You have a year and some time during which you must demonstrate considerable restraint." He straightens his attire, "Though you must excuse me, I have to meet with a ship's master. I had time for a game of cards but I think that time was better invested in you." He bows towards his mother, "Mother, do pass along the warning to father that Roslin might pounce upon him."

—-

Laetitia lifts a hand up to wave off her son, "He's always aware of such dangers lurking, Tyrel - do be well." And back to her cards she goes, the Queen losing this particular round, her lips pursed in consternation. She has never been a good hand at these things.

—-

Roslin steps back, lowering herself respectfully to her brother before he goes. And the girl appears to be made of gold, so proud she stands. Her head is high and her shoulders back, her dress swirls with grace as she moves, and she returns to her mother's side, giving the blonde woman a kiss just as she did Tyrel's cheek. "He will say yes, Mother, won't he?"

—-

Into the Game room does Trevian Forrester wander. His pipe lit he seems content to just wander. Noticing the royals almost immediately he is of course quick to offer proper greeting with bowing and hands behind the back. Its given in silence, but the man smiles to each as he moves towards the dartboard. Not one to interrupt his Queen or her Daughter at their game. He gathers those darts and stands quietly the appropriate distance away.

—-

Laetitia's smile breaks into one of amusement, her head tilting towards Roslin as she nods her head ever so slowly, "I can't see why not - you haven't done anything to anger him lately, have you?" Teasingly asked, the Queen noticing Trevian come in, her green eyes shifting back to her daughter as she waves a hand to the man for him to join them, "Come join us, dear - we've just finishing up." Well not really, but the Queen is tired of losing, one of her ladies chuckling and pushing up to get the Queen another wine, "You will do most well, Roslin, I can't see him denying such to you."

—-

"It would be my pleasure." Trevian replies to the Queen's invitation. He finds a chair to join the pair of royals at the card table. The darts are left in an appropriate location. "What's the game, then?" he wonders of the two as he inhales on that pipe before exhaling. He turns his head so the smoke is blown away from the two ladies. "I warn you, I'm absolutely awful at card games."

—-

"Then you may well be equally matched with us, My Lord," Roslin says to the unfamiliar man. Truly, there's far too many courtiers to know them all by name or even by sight. But Roslin is still on cloud nine, so she just kisses her mother once more and brings her own chair up to the table. The Lord gets a respectful nod of the head, but she waits for her mother to introduce them.

—-

"Indeed." The Queen says as she gathers up the cards, pressing them into a pile so she can lean forwards and set them in front of Trevian, "Your choice-" What, you think the Queen knows who the heck this guy is?! Of course, of course, "Lord Trevian Forrester, I'm sure you know my daughter, Princess Roslin."

—-

"Of her, of course. It is a pleasure, Princess Roslin to finally make your acquaintance. Do you have a preference of game?" Trevian wonders as he begins to shuffle the deck. It'll be a thorough shuffle by the time he's done. "Something friendly? Something competitive? Teams, singles?"

—-

"And yours, my Lord." Roslin says, and indeed she does seem particularly interested. "You are Lady Nimue Forrester's brother, are you not? I must admit, a most impressive young woman. You must be particularly proud to have a woman of such lovliness and good sense in your family." She looks down at the cards and considers. "I daresay I shall defer to you, mother, for you know I always endeavor to compete."

—-

Laetitia will allow a delicate grimace to curve her lips, her goblet of wine brought about and offered to her, a slender hand raising to recieve it as she sets back upon the couch, back straight and an ever proper form held to her posture, "I will sit this out for the time being, I have spent more of the afternoon losing to the other hens." A slanted look given to her ladies who will laugh softly, starting up their own game at another table now, "Your family seems to swell with good sense, Lord Forrester, no doubt a pride of Sky Forest, as I've heard as much."

—-

"Lady Nimue is my twin." Trevian replies with a quiet, easy smile. "Thank you, your Majesty." Trevian says next. "We do indeed pride ourselves on many, many elements of our homeland and our people. Sky Forest is a magical place." he says with a wistful sort of remembrance. He begins to deal cards, "Do you know poker, Princess?" he says as he looks up and over. "I do admit that much of that prided sense was learned the hardway, though. The Forest isn't the most forgiving place to those unwilling to learn or work hard." Of course, a Ranger would say something like that.

—-

"Is that so? I went once, when I was a girl. I remember little enough of it, I'm afraid. Perhaps when the weather is cleared and our armies are marching through Laniveer on the way to the capital, I may visit again." She smiles warmly, looking to her mother. That look fades into concern when her mother declines to play. "Are you quite sure, mother? You know you can always beat me to raise your spirits. I'm rather terrible at all forms of card, My Lord, but I shall try my wits against yours as much as I am able and we may yet have an honest competition of it. How long have you been at court, My Lord?"

—-

Laetitia flicks her fingertips around her glass, happy with settling back and not joining in the cards, enjoying the conversation for the time being, "Oh it's /gorgeous/, your father and I, in our younger years, enjoyed a summer or two there, quite delightful." Laetitia will state, her goblet raised up and sipped at.

—-

"Not so long, in all honesty. I had been warding the Forests and updating our family's collection of maps when I'd heard my beloved sister was kidnapped. I saddled up Horse and rode up here as quickly as that stubborn long-faced bastard would allow." Trevian begins, "I prefer the wilds, in all honesty. But the capital city is quite impressive. And, of course, I am forever grateful of the seemingly limitless hospitality of the Royal family." Trevian smiles still- that charming half smile that seems to never fully fade. "I'm glad to hear you both remember Sky Forest fondly. We would always be glad to host any member of the Royal Family. Should you come, please let me know- I'd love to show you some of the places I've found in Sky Forest. Its truly as if Cri herself made our land particularly special."

—-

"Well now that you and mother have both spoken so fondly of it, how could I be anything but delighted by the opportunity? I shall hope to make a trip there as soon as I am able." She nods to a passing servant, reaching to take a goblet of wine from the offered tray. "But will you be staying through the end of the winter? As full as our dear city is now, it shall be empty once the thaw comes and the war starts again."

—-

Laetitia will listen to the conversation between the pair, nodding her head, "Perhaps once we have resolved things in the war we will have the opportunity to visit your lands again, Lord Forrester, we do so need a trip."

—-

"I am horribly biased, but must agree with my Queen. Not only because she speaks the truth." Trevian offers with a bit of a rakish grin. "I will be staying for at least a little while. I've taken to making maps of the City and the area around it- it should help in defending her if someone was to try and attack. I am trained as a Ranger, and my specialty is in cartography." he explains, "When the War begins again I should probably use those talents to save lives of our own men and help tactically where I can. In the wilderness I am at my best, like any properly trained Ranger. I am unsure where or how, really, I'll be able to help. I just know I must. Ours is the true King, and pretenders and usurpers *must* be reminded of this fact." Trevian smiles then to the Queen. "I'd be glad to ensure that such a trip was one every member of the Royal Family would enjoy. We have the best hunting in all of Mobrin, in my humble opinion- and our natural places, as you've said, are sublime."

—-

"I daresay such scouting techniques as yourself and Rangers like you posess will be instrumental in an invasion of Laniveer proper - which must be the final goal. We do not know their land as we do ours, and discovering the layout may hold the key to victory." Roslin smiles encouragingly. "But it is late, My Lord. I must beg your forgiveness. And you too, mother, but I really must go and prepare myself for bed." The Princess moves to rise, bowing to the man and curtsying to her mother. "I bid you both a most pleasant evening."

—-

Laetitia smiles towards her daughter, a hand lifting to press to her lips, "Have a restful sleep, my love, try not to allow your mind to wander with thoughts of your new opportunity. You've a bad habit of letting such things over excite you." Said softly, and lovingly of course, the Queen looking back to Trevian, "I am in firm agreement with you on your assessment of the current state of affairs, Lord Forrester and am most pleased that you are so inclined to assist where you may. How many battles have you taken part in?"

—-

Trevian stands as the Princess rises and gives him a bow- he returns in kind. "May your dreams be always sweet, Princess." Trevian offers quietly, before he finds his seat once more. "I've never been in a full scale battle, My Queen. I've tracked and hunted poachers, but I was not looking to kill. Only to capture. I admit I have reservations about killing thinking people." The ranger says, "I hope to leave that gruesome work to others, in all honesty. I will do what I must to defend my homeland, and my liege's lands. I feel Cri gifted all of us with Life, and it is a sacred gift as a result. If I should take life, I must be fully aware of the action I am going to take." he says with a certain softness. He seems his age now, a young man- only a year out of his teens. Inexperienced. Frightened at the prospect of taking human life. "I know that I may have to do so, someday. Its very likely, even. I mean, should the opportunity rise that I could take out a general- a high commander of our enemies and send them into disarray and save the lives of good and loyal men and women what choice would I have?"

—-

Listening to Trevian as he speaks the Queen's face will melt into one of pitying sympathy for what he speaks of, his softness and really, his youth. Sitting forwards a bit she will set her goblet down upon the small table in front of the couch she's on, hands soon folding into her lap as she allows a faint smile to touch her lips, looking upon him with a slightly tugged down brown, "Lord Forrester, it always hits me when I realize how young you men truly are. The ravages of war that you meet will age you terribly in ways you can only imagine right now." Isn't she just a cheerful person, but she's coming from a place as a mother, "I see how my own sons have been affected, Prince Tyrel and his hardness he's accumulated, Prince Logen and and his ..well. I'm sure you've heard. My poor little Mikhal, I can only hope by the time he is of your age there will be little to speak of in the way of war and all the lands will be united."

—-

"I will try to make it so, your Majesty." Trevian says, "I do not want my own children to have to fear of war. I do not wish to lose anyone I hold dear to war." he admits, with that smile returning ever so shyly. "I know that I may have to do what I loathe to think of, Majesty. I have hunted animals, and I may be called to hunt a man one day. I hope to face it with courage and wisdom, even if its something I fear." This young man, this follower of Cri- the Goddess of life and nature. "And, of course, I must think of the future. Those children unborn who deserve a life idyllic in Sky Forest. One where my stories will be just that. Tales of adventure."

—-

Laetitia makes a soft clucking in her throat, looking quite heartfelt to the young mans place in life. Oh how it touches her right in the feelers, the Queen lifting up a hand to her chest, the woman always holding a soft spot for the young who haven't yet been touched by the ravages of warm, "How unfortunate that your time of coming into such is now, young Lord Forrester. It is inevitable that you will have to hunt a most hard quarry, and with your skills, you will likely be called to call others to do the same." A little scooch forwards, the Queen leaning in, the game room continuing on in game and play as voices softly lift in conversation around, "What you must do is continue to be close to your family, for when you feel fallen in spirit, they will help lift you up. Pray often, be humble, and always remember that what your arrow aims at is a life like any other. But sometimes, like the creatures we eat, we have to end those lights to better the world for others."

—-

"Thank you, your Majesty." Trevian says, smiling to Laetitia. "I've come to convince myself that I'll sacrifice my own innocence for those of the future. No one asked for this war. And all are children of Cri. We all bleed red, and all have families. I will do as you suggest- and hope that the Gods can forgive me for these trespasses." He says simply, "I know my duty is to my Liege. The Forresters are loyal to our Royal family- we can not allow pretenders to claim themselves rulers of stolen land. While I wish it could be ended with only words, I know it will be blood that signs the document that will end this War. I can only hope it won't be mine, or the blood of those I hold dear." Still, he smiles- though its gone distant. This conversation turned very serious! "Anyways. I can't die. Nimue would drag me from the afterlife and kill me if I did." Another little playful grin.

—-

"The Gods and Goddesses support us in our actions, and when they don't they ensure we feel it keenly, Lord Forrester." Laetitia advises, chuckling softly with a shake of her head, "I feel sorry for us at times, as Nobility and Royalty, for not having a life that the common folk get to lead, but then I remember they go through so much more, and war hits them so much harder that our own innocence is nothing. It's a farce, something we're so lucky to have, and when we finally lose it I believe firmly we become closer to out people." Said all musingly, the Queen leaning into the arm of the couch with one arm, still sitting up straight, grabbing her goblet again with slender hand to bring it to her lips, nodding her head slowly to his further words, "I suspect she would, Lord Forrester, as she should, and no doubt your brother would as well. You all seem to be a tight knit group, I hope it continues long into your lives and will do what I can to help support it."

—-

"My training as a Ranger had me dealing quite close with commoners, your Majesty. I've learned many things from the common people in Sky Forest- and I've found a good relationship with our people. When you spend time in the woods surviving on your wits and what you can scrape together you develop a relationship. Everyone has to pull their own weight and its less about title than it is about experience. It is through the service of our Family that we found ourselves noble. We serve our King, and we serve our People. We all must hunt to eat for there is little farmland. We all must live with the predators of the forest. Sometimes, I think the only difference between a Sky Forest nobleman and a Sky Forest commonman is our clothing, and the house we're born in." He says with a chuckle. He's a very down to earth young man- that's what comes from hiding in the dirt and darkness of a forest. It probably doesn't hurt that most Rangers are common men- Chances are, Trevian was trained by them. It engendered a valuable closeness and respect.

—-

Laetitia mmhmms softly in her throat with true interest coloring it, hand on the arm rest lifting up as she curls fingertips into her jawline, "I envy the ability of nobles such as yourself to get so close to the common folk. Cri knows I'd love to be able to do more of that." Though being Queen means she is not of the luxury to do so. A thoughtful look will settle into her eyes, giving her a faraway sort of gaze, her eyes on the window straight ahead of her, "My husband and I, you know, my Husband King -" Said musingly with a smile, "Use to, before this child, venture out into the city disguised to try and be among the people. Even then …there was always a wall between me and them that I have never quite been able to break or breach …"

—-
"I imagine it would be more difficult for you and he than I, My Queen." Trevian says, "We do not have many Knights, and the talents of a Ranger are more respected in Sky Forest. Most Rangers are of the common folk- and so from a young age I grew around my people. They helped raise me, and between the lessons of my family and the lessons of our people I found myself respected through my actions. The people of Sky Forest know I have lived as they have- in and of the Forest. They know we of House Forrester have insight into how they live, and the challenges they face. It is noble to do as you and his Majesty have done, your Majesty. The people, though, truly seem to love this Kingdom and her royal family. I think most know that our royals are truly the cream of the crop. I know your son, Prince Tyrel, cares deeply for the people and I respect him for it. And those actions filter down through us of lesser nobility. We see our King, and our King and our Princes and Princesses behaving like true leaders and emulate that. The people do the same. They are loyal because they know they are loved." Trevian says quietly, smiling still, "Still, if ever you and his Majesty would like to know what it is to live like a Sky Forrester I would be only to glad to take you on a trip in the wilderness."

—-

"See, it's that. You've lived amongst them." Her goblet will lift up, gesturing around, "Broken bread with them, slept in the same conditions as they. I can sympathize with their plight, help them how I know best, but that experience of knowing them as you do. I envy that of you Sky Forest folk. Your …earthiness." Yes, that's how best she can put it, nodding seriously as she speaks to the young Forrester, "You compliment us highly, Lord Forrester, and I know your words to be true. And it is our nobility that keeps us equally as strong - they see you, and your brother, and surely your sister, amongst them and it makes them in turn feel closer to us. I commend you." Up her goblet raises to salute the young man, "And what plans do you have for yourself? Your future? What plans does your family have that you know of?" Last asked as she drinks of her wine, curiously watching the young man with a discerning eye. His invitation is noted with a slight uptick of her lips, pale green eyes warm, "We will, and we would love the opportunity."

—-

"It is my pleasure, your Majesty. I always endeavor to be forward and truthful with all people. Yours are high compliments I will always treasure." Trevian says- that smile still there. A quiet half smile. A comfortable thing and confident thing. "I have found some of my best friends among the common people. While they are not noble of blood, many are noble of heart and spirit and live lives of quiet dignity and integrity." The next question brings Trevian to silence for a moment, leaning back to think. "I suppose I am to be married soon. Its not been announced, but really it can't be to far off. I am of that age, and one must do his duty to the family. I would like to further my training. Perhaps improve myself other ways. I'd like to do my family proud, and serve my King faithfully and loyally. My brother, honestly, keeps his plans to himself for the most part. I can not speak for him- but I know I am interested most in living my life well and being a good man above all other things." Trevian says with a quiet nod of his head. "I have this vision of the man I want to be. My plan is to make that man a reality, your Majesty."

—-

Why couldn't Trevian be her son. It's a thought that passes through her mind as he so succinctly describes his duties, the Queen gazing upon him proudly as she nods her head - "Lord Forrester ..I've a favor to ask if you would be so kind to humor me." Pressing up from the seat she will do a little walk to a window, glancing out it, goblet in hand, "My son Prince Logen is in need of strong friends like you, those who can help to guide him. I would like to arrange a formal meeting between you two, perhaps you can mentor him in archery and allow the friendship to grow from there?" Asked as she presses away from the window then, coming behind the couch she was leaning against, her ladies having abandoned their game to rise up in anticipation of the Queen leaving as she signals as much, "You do not have to accept right away, I know he come with some ..baggage, as I've heard it put, but if you could think on it a few days and let me know, I would be most grateful to you, as would my King."

—-

"Your Majesty, what sort of man would I be to deny a Mother that sort of request for her son? I don't need time to decide. Make the meeting and I will do my best to be Prince Logen's friend, tutor him in ARchery or falconry or even teach him how to live off the land with little but your wits." Trevian smiles still, "Majesty, if you show me a person without baggage, I'll show you a person without a story and an exceedingly uninteresting life." Trevian stands as the Queen does- not wishing to seem rude. "Just let me know when and where I should meet his majesty, the Prince."

—-

Laetitia looks truly grateful, linking her arm in with her Lady Winifred, "Count Forrester, I will arrange it as soon as possible." How's that for a quick pose. The Queen will give a gracious nod of her head before she heads out of the game room, followed by her butterflies so she can go back and nurse her child and ready for bed.

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