Cri 7, 229: Null and Void

Null and Void
Summary: Tyrel brings the newly wed couple to the office to tell them some awful news.
OOC Date: 7/4/2014 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Tyrel Logen Draventa 
Crown Prince's Office
A man's room. This spacious room is graced with a gorgeous view of the ocean. Three tall windows, topped with gorgeous stained glass look out over the harbour to east, and the ocean below. Dominating it is a truly massive, oaken desk, topped with assorted bits of small statuary and objects of art. The desk is ornately carved with an elegant vine pattern. Behind it is a rather grandiose throne of a chair, carved in a somewhat gothic style. What isn't wood is covered in black leather secured by silver studs. In front of the desk is a cluster of smaller black-leather chairs. The hardwood floor is covered in a thick purple rug with silver trim. A few silver candelabras spaced about the room in addition to a few wrought-iron wall sconces provide plenty of light. The walls are paneled two thirds of the way up the wall with a dark cherry wood. From there on up they are painted purple, and about a foot from the ceiling is silver stenciling. On one side of the room, a bookshelf lines the wall, from floor to ceiling. The shelf is filled with books from all across Daeren. A door leads to a private room for the Prince.
Cri 7, 229

A meeting had been called between the parties of the newlywed Kilgour couple with the new King, Tyrel. He is dressed all official in his colors of his house, looking quite serious, fingers drumming softly on the desk as he awaits those he had just sent for. It had been a meeting a long time coming. His guard is standing nearby, in an at-ease pose, hands loosely clasped behind his back.

The Prince-treasurer had showered and shaved and gotten dressed up in his good clothing. Granted, he was going to see his brother but he's still a king. He'd gotten the invitation so he sent the twins ahead to let Draventa know that he was coming to pick her up since they were both called to the King's office. Logen knocks on her door, looking pale and green. His brother rarely called for him so formally so he must be in trouble.

Draventa 's waiting for Logen, dressed in a soft purple dress with matching cloth wrapped around her head. SHe's got on simple jewelry, her snake ring and purple pearl necklace.The mermaid comb is tucked into the back of the cloth of her head, in an illusion of it begin hair. A few locks of her dark hair can be seen coming down he neck. When Logan comes for her , she'll take his arm, but doesn't make eye contact.

Logen takes her arm and keeps quiet as they walk together to the office. When he gets to the office, he opens the door, escorting Draventa in first then following in behind her. Logen gestures for her to take a seat and then takes a seat himself. He looks like he's about to be sick.

Draventa looks around the room and will give a blow to Tyrel. She's not a sibling to the King, and doesn't have that luxury to not bow. She only sways slightly as she straightens and gives Tyrel a soft, nervous smile. She's unsure what to do, so she'll follow Logen's offer and sits in the seat, her tiny hands folded in her lap.

Even when they arrive, Tyrel has that same serious look on his face. He does rise though and motions to the chairs across from his desk. "Please, have a seat, the both of you. Would either one of you like a drink before I begin this business I have to discuss with you both?" He returns to his seat and the guard in the room awaits any decisions on the offer. Tyrel already has a goblet with wine at his right hand. "I am afraid I bring unpleasant news."

Logen nods to the drink. "Water please." He waits and takes the drink. He sips it and gulps it back. "Whatever it is… Draventa is innocent and I didn't do it. Most likely." He grins but it's gone quickly. He takes another uncomfortable sip of his water.

Draventa just shakes her head a mumbles softly, "No thank you." She's rather confused as to why she's here, it's not like she holds a position with any authority. The only reason she she can think f is if something has happened on Rustle's Isle. Her eyebrows come together and she'll turn her head to study Tyrel, like she'll be able to find a glimpse of what is going on on his face.

Once the water is delivered to the Prince, the guard retakes his place, his own expression rather stoic, almost a mirror to the King's.

Tyrel laces his fingers together, resting his forearms on his desk. His expression changes none at the words from his brother. "I regret to inform you, as of this moment, your marriage is null and voided in the eyes of Mobrin." The words delivered with a fatal tone, unchallenged, firm. Tempted to leave it there and dismiss them, he hesitates. This was his brother, so he continues, offering the only explanation likely to come from him. "Emerit Moniwid was sent to us and we accepted her in good faith as a real and true member of the monarchy. We were deceived by Moniwid and cannot abide the contract arranged by one without the true authority to arrange it. Thus, you are both now unmarried."

Logen lifts his eyes and just stares at his brother. The cup in his hand drops to the floor, emptying the contents there. His face goes pale and his breathing quickens. Tears form in his eyes and he glances away from the two in the room. One hand lifts up to his forehead and he covers his face, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity.

Draventa just sits there wide eyed. This was not what she was expecting, "W-what?" She also goes pale and her voice is shaky, "That's…The Grand Duke approved…" She was told that because Mantilo had final say in the pairing that it would not matter. And then the words finally click, the King said "deceived by Moniwid." She'll look to the door and guards, but her hand goes to her stomach as if to steady herself.

Tyrel had not gotten where he is by showing weakness. While Logen pales and tears up, his own expression remains carefully schooled. A single brow arches at the words from the Princess. "Though I have offered enough explanation to call treason if I wished, I will say this, the Grand Duke approved when he was under the impression Mistress Emerit had his own blood running through her veins as well. I would think he would wish to make this right with Kilgour and all of Mobrin, and offer an immediate apology."

Logen gulps back at Tyrel's words. "Treason is a strong word, my King, and it is one I would never use to describe Draventa." He wipes his eyes and shakes his head. The ramifications of this news are much to bear. "He didn't do anything wrong. He didn't know. Had he, than yes and apology but… he didn't know." He stares at his brother in shock.

Draventa freezes. She knows better than to make any sudden movements in a pit of snakes. She is in dangerous territory suddenly. Her voice is soft, she can't mask the fear in it."I-if I am allowed, I will write to my brother….and try t rectify this." And possible do…something. The princess isn't sure if she's allowed to or not. She's not really sure if Tyrel is making that Rustle's Isle is now an enemy. If so….will she be allowed to leave?

"I was not describing Princess Moniwid, Logen." The tone giving him advance warning of the ill timed comments. "You leave me to worry about what he did or did not know. I say he knows now and will apologize for the deception." Eyes rest then, on the Princess in question. "You will understand that for your safety, I will have four guards on you at all times." It is voiced as an order, not a question. "You are more than welcome to correspond with your family, simply write and leave the letter with one of the guards and they will see it be sent." After he himself had read it of course, but that also goes unvoiced.

Logen sits back, eyes wide and he glances over to Draventa and then to Tyrel. "Um…." He clears his throat. "If she is with child?" He speaks quietly and bows his head to his brother when he gets the tone that basically tells him when to shut up.

Draventa is breathing shallow, as Tyrel's words confirm that she's not free to go. She's trying hard to not start crying, that will do no good here. Instead her eyes go wide now at Logen's words and she'll glance to him, then the King. She stops herself from flying her other hand over her stomach protectively, unsure what this culture is capable of in situations like this. Light, please let there not be a child!

"If she is with child then it is a Kilgour." Tyrel says, his tone serious. "And will be raised as such." He stands, "That is all. The handmaids are already moving your things back to the Moniwid Suite."

Logen takes a deep breath and bows his head. He gulps. "Would she stay here to take care of the child? Is she considered a prisoner? I am confused. I'm sorry my brother." He keeps his head bowed completely confused.

Draventa pale eyes lower, she's willing herself to not cry. And biting her cheeks to stop from saying anything. Even with Logen's questions, she'll rise slowly. She understands enough to know that this situation is beyond anything she can handle, and that she can't leave. Emerit has some how damned her further. She'll blink few times, trying to focus on the snake ring on her hand, and not the room as it starts to spin.

"If you have questions, then voice these private family matters to me to me in private." Tyrel looks hard between them, "No," he finally barks out. "She is not a prisoner, she is a guest with full guest right and as such, will be able to come and go inside the castle at will. Should she prefer to return home, then she will be escorted as far as the Mobrin borders. She may leave anytime she wishes, or she may remain as our guest. With the war brewing, I would highly advise against leaving."

Logen nods to his brother and sighs quietly. "Yes, my King." He keeps his head bowed like a kicked puppy though he hears Draventa stand. He turns his eyes to her. "Draventa…please sit. You still aren't well." His voice insistent as he stands up to stand beside the Princess.

Draventa flinches slightly at Tyrel's snappish words. Ordering that her letters go through him and having 4 Kilgour guards on her certainly seems like she's prisoner. She knows how the Stewards were treated. Her breathing is shallow, "I…I think I should leave…" Damn it, Alice is in the rooms! She'll take a small step back s she can properly bow, which only accents the cloth wrapped around he rheas hiding the scar from the attack.

"Take as long as you need in here, and if you are ill, see the healer." Tyrel moves towards the door, stepping around the Princess. "I can assist you to your suite if you like?" Offering his arm in a moment of tenderness. "You may stay if you like and you are welcome to."

Logen slowly stands up and watches his brother show tenderness to his wi…not wife. He lifts his chin and takes a deep breath. He's trying not to break down. He walks to the door and opens it for the two others in the room. He's even more pale now, unable to breathe and feeling sick.

Draventa looks over to Logen. SHe's clearly scared and has no idea what to do and the loo she sends him is filled with confusion. A small shaky nod though to Tyrel, as she doesn't think she could walk there alone at this point. She'll slowly take the offered arm and whisper a soft "Thank you," out of habit.

Tyrel relents and smiles down at the Moniwid princess when she takes his arm. "I hope you know I have to be harsh when giving punishments out, I'm the King now, but nothing that was done by your people could even remotely be considered your fault. Once the apology is given and a new Ambassador given, things will smooth out." He looks at his brother, seeing the weakness there, frowning. "Take some time, Logen, prepare for the war, take your mind off of things." He nods to his brother before escorting the Princess out and back to her room.

Logen shakes his head. "We are orphans but you have yet to bear being a widower, a childless father, and a divorcee." He walks by his brother when he leaves. "Be well, Princess Draventa." He shakes his head and moves towards the outside of the castle quickly.

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