Thedor 30, 229: More Royal Drama

More Royal Drama
Summary: Another chapter in the drama surrounding Logen's and Draventa's betrothal, this time Draventa reports to her bastard sister in person!
OOC Date: 30/01/2014 (OOC)
Related: Recent logs regarding the betrothal, especially an as of yet unposted log of an encounter between Logen and Draventa, and No More Reports!
Draventa Emerit 
Moniwid Suite
The first thing usually noticed about this room is the sense of openness, as it is not laden with heavy furniture. The floor is a soft grey marble. One wall features a huge window, taking up almost the whole wall and showing a lovely view of the horizon. To the right of the window, there is a stone fireplace decorated with amber and some old carvings. There is an incredibly cozy couch in front of the fireplace, in a dark brown cotton type material.
In the middle of the room, there is a burnished oaken long table with eight matching chairs. There are eight crystal place settings ready for use. A wild flower centerpiece has been placed on the table as decoration. The floor of the dining area has been covered with the prey of some hunter in the form of a brown bear fur rug.
There is a smaller wooden door, leading to the Grand Duke's Room, on the left wall of the room . On both sides of the door, small candles are available to provide light when it is dark. There are also candle sconces on the other walls and a candelabra on the table. Above the fireplace, the prey of some other hunters resides: two deer heads with beautiful antlers can be found, one to each side. Between the deer, the edges of two sharp, crossed swords glint.
30th day of Thedor, 229

Draventa comes busting into the Moniwid suite, looking rather upset. She'd gone out to do her walking, like the doctors have always took her, before bed. She's followed by the two handmaids and the three guards, who all look slightly troubled. She looks out of breath, while she's healed, her stamina is still not on par with someone who'd never been sick.

Emerit has been sitting on the coach before the fireplace, her fiery hair looking even more so as it reflects the flickering light of the flames. Her dress is dark green with silver snakes embroidered about her waist. She will rise immediately when Draventa enters with her retinue, noticing the slight urgency of the entrance as well as those troubled miens at once. "Your highness." The greeting is rather formal, the voice not devoid of concern as the Mist of teh Island lowers herself into a light curtsey.

Draventa turns, anger is clearly flashing in her eyes, but as soon ash she speaks, it's clearly not directed at Emerit. For once. In fact it's not directed at anyone in the room, "He can't do this? If Mantilo knew how this supposed prince was treating me…" Draventa is shaking, she's so angry. Alice steps forward, "Please, Princess…Sit down…You're not used to moving that quickly yet…" Drav clenches her jaw and turns her head away, but allows Alice to start pulling her to the nearest seat. Near Emerit. As angry tears start in the corners of Drav's eyes, the Guards now look even more uncomfortable. They're prepared to give their lived defending the princess, to fight. they're not prepared for tears.

Emerit will incline her head towards the guards in a dismissive nod. "You may go. No harm will come to the Princess here, I assure you." Her gaze shifts to Alice and the chaperone. "You two stay." A wave of the hand, and Yulanda appears from the shadows, she must have been sitting there for a while, unnoticed by those who have entered. "Wine. And two… no four cups." The handmaiden hurries off to fetch the beverage while Emerit sits down beside Draventa. There is only a short moment of hesitation, before she leans over to her, extending her arms for a hug - awkward it might be, but the tears in her sister's eyes have the bastard princess care little about it. "What has happened, Draventa? What has he done this time?" Her voice soft and showing concern, and even a trace of irritation below.

Draventa's upset enough that she doesn't even stiffen at Emerit's touch. "I'm trying. Gods have to know…He's…one moment he's moping that he's not noble enough for me…the next he's storming off because I'm doing what everyone wants! I'm trying to keep him on the path…" She'll reach up and wipe at her eyes. "Did…have they talked to you about a date? He came and said things that didn't make sense…about us marrying in weeks? To go to the Kundari and try to speak to them?" Her hands are shaking as she lowers them, "I tried to tell him that there had to be a proper wedding, or Mantilo would be furious! If…If it happened before he or mother could get here…" Drav isn't looking up at anyone, but her eyes have focused on the fire, "Then he spoke of going without me and courting over raven….like that is a possible thing….I-I tried to be stern, tell him he had to give everyone a reason to believe he could do the things they're charge him to do. He became mad…" Her cheeks are pink and she'll close her eyes, "I don't understand what I'm supposed to do…" For the moment, Draventa sounds like a scared young woman.

The expression in those moss green eyes hardens when Emerit hears what Draventa has to say. "Unbelievable. I will have to speak with his sister, his brother, the King. Whatever. But this must stop.", she will murmur into Draventa's ear. Then she lets go of her, withdrawing a touch to lean against the back of the couch. Cups of wine are brought finally, and Emerit will take hers gratefully, before the two companions of her sister will receive one as well. "This Logen seems to have strong emotional problems. He won't do any such thing, I assure you! He will not rush this thing. It is not in his power. Our demands must be respected." The words are uttered in a forced calm. "No way this wedding will take place without the Grand Duke and your mother being present." She gives a low snort, her gaze lowered before she raises it again to study her sister. "I am so sorry, Draventa. I couldn't possibly imagine he would act this way. Well, he hasn't before. As for the date… Princess Roslin will be wed in two weeks. We are free to pick a date sometime after that wedding. That is all I know."

Whatever Draventa is seeing in the fire keeps catching her eyes, and whatever it is is not calming her. She'll finally just close them, something she used to do when younger to block the images. "He…he said he'd not force it. Implied it was his brother's will…" The cup is pressed into he hand, and she'll take it, but doesn't open her eyes. Knowing the wedding won't be rushed is only mildly comforting, because she knows it's just going to put of the inevitable. Draventa looks slightly green, almost sea sick. "It doesn't matter…not really. He's…he is so lost…he does not wish to be saved. To be helped. He walked away from me…fled when I said that it was not acceptable that he be this lower person that he thinks he is. That everyone sees him as. I told him I have given up everything, that he had to respect me enough to regain his honor…to be worthy of his title.." Her eyes open and she'll stare down at her cup, "That was apparently not the thing to say….he stormed away and closed his door in my face when I tried to talk to him…" Imagine that! A princess getting a door closed on her!

Both handmaids silently sip at their wine both both nod to back up Draventa's words.

Emerit's mouth will thin to a firm line when she hears that. Her hand reaches out to pat Draventa's arm gently. "He is out of his mind indeed." A sigh will follow. "But… him storming off after what you said to him - you did just the right thing in stressing he must indeed start to show some strength for your sake… Maybe you hit something there. I know this may sound foolish, but… maybe he needs a bit of time to think about your words. Take in their wisdom and sense. I am sure he will understand you have the right of it and apologize to you on the morrow." He better should! Her hands tighten around that cup of wine and she takes a good sip from it.

Draventa doesn't hold hope, Luna's words ringing in her ears. She'll finally bring the wine up to her mouth and sip. She'll take a slightly longer taste than could be considered lady like, but at the moment she doesn't care. "I don't think he knows what he's doing…" Her voice is quiet though, there's not as much fire. Either the wine is quenching it, or she's starting to give up. The pat to her arm isn't even registered.

"I agree with you on that." Emerit mutters, her gaze flickering as it turns towards the fire. Her expression displeased - a seldom sight indeed. "I had a talk with Princess Roslin the other day. She has already spoken with him after that first desastrous meeting of yours. But it seems I have to speek with the King. And the Crown Prince. They need to bring Logen to his senses." Her gaze will flit to Draventa. "This behaviour is completely unacceptable."

Draventa lets out a soft sigh. "I don't know if it will do any good…They think I can fix him. Bring him to his senses. That some how…because the Queen believed so, that I can reach him, but…he's not ready to be reached…He's still grieving his wife…his child." She'll glance down, turning the glass in her fingers, giving them something to do. "I can't compete with a ghost….His family is wrong. They all speak like she was some passing fancy to him, that he did not have true feelings for her…" Blinking, She'll focus a moment on Emerit, "If prince Tyrel is the one who placed that idea in Logen's head….to move the wedding so we could…leave… He is sometimes blinded by his own country's needs. He may not see it from Rustle's Isle's point of view. Be cautious."

"Maybe the Queen was not wrong in her assessment of your character, Draventa," Emerit will reply, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Maybe you will eventually manage. No I am certain you will succeed at some point. But it will be a long process, I fear. Longer than everyone else expects. And certainly longer than the brief time you have known him. After all his wife passed away little more than a month ago, It was by the middle of Inouv if I recall correctly. His heart is bruised, the bruises still fresh. Keep that in mind. Not that it would make things easier." She sighs softly. "I will speak to Prince Tyrel, and I will be cautious. Just tell me… would you prefer the wedding to happen sooner? As soon as Mantilo and your mother can be here?" Maybe pointedly so, she does not refer to Annya by her name. After all, it is her step-mother who has always detested her - probably most of all.

Draventa truly wishes to scream and rant. They are all placing this faith in her, but there is no reason to. If this was hurt animal, then maybe, but he is unhinged. It's not some noble cause like they are all portraying it to be if she's forced to do it. Her jaw tightens again, her pale eyes focusing again on whatever she's seeing in the fire. As Emerit speaks her face smooths, but it's not calm, it's emptiness. "It does not matter. Just see that the Kilgours do not start a war over this wedding." For it's not beyond Mantilo's personality to do just that. "I'm tired…" she'll set the mostly finished glass down. Her face is still emotionless, except some small tear tracks around her eyes.

Emerit will turn her head, to study the Moniwid princess beside her attentively, and not without concern. "I will speak to them." she says, squeezing Draventa's hand again gently. "I understand, you need rest. Maybe the world will look brighter tomorrow." She will finish the cup and rise, her glance shifting to Yulanda, who will follow her to the door to Emerit's chamber. "You should sleep, sister.", she will say, turning at the door to offer Draventa an assuring smile. Her gaze drifting to Alice next, and to the chaperone. A nod is given, before the Mist of the Island vanishes into her room, the door closing softly behind her.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License