Thedor 19, 229: Stewert vs Kilgour

Stewert vs Kilgour
Summary: Eldwin, Elisen and Ciarrah attempt to have a meal. It fails.
OOC Date: 19 January 2014
Related: Beach Disturbance
Players:
Elisen Ciarrah Eldwin 
Great Hall
Somewhere in some castle in Laniveer
Thedor 19, 229

It is meal time in House Stewert, and Ciarrah is hopefully let out of her room with her newly appointed handmaid. She is dressed in the same dress she was wearing when she had been taken to sea from her home. Her steps are confident, sure, as she walks into the great room where the meals are held.

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Elisen makes his way to the dining room. He's wearing casual clothing today, having been outside getting some fresh air before lunch. He carries two very small pieces of parchment that have been carefully rolled. When he enters the room, he smiles at Ciarrah, "Cousin," and then makes his way over toward her. "How are you today?"

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Meal time it is. Though Ciarrah was let out of her room it was not with just a handmaid. It was with to of the Royal guard as well. Inside the room is large, incredibly so and a fine lavish meal has been set out. The king stands there awaiting his /guest/ in his finest livery, a mass of rings about his hand and a shining crown above his head. His ever present smile is etched there on his features, quite the opposite of the hard mouthed men of his guard that stand about. "Ciarrah." He says happily. "How was your journey? I do not think you have ever seen the homelands of your mother have you?" He asks.

The arrival of his sone gains a nod. One of approval. Seeing the parchments he bids the boy come near. "What have you there?" He asks as his head raises and his eyes cast down. Another look to Ciarrah with a inclination of the head deems she come forward after a mometn as well.

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There is no warmth in her eyes, though Ciarrah is careful to hide her distaste as well as she is able. As she is bid come nearer, there is a defiant toss of her head, but she does as told. This was not a battle she was choosing to fight. "Uncle." The word is two separate clipped syllables, very deliberate in the delivery. There is no crown or tiara upon her own head, those were back at her home. Taking a seat, she ignores the guards as she had since her arrival, though she had at least had her assigned maid to talk to.

"Elisen." A chill in the greeting, with no accompanying smile. "Please do not ask how I am. I will always answer the same. I am unhappy, and I miss my sons and my husband. You are holding me here against my will and I have no desire to see the homeland of my mother under such circumstances."

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Elisen furrows his brow at Ciarrah. "When my sister and I were taken prisoner by your husband and uncle, you were very clear in your understanding that your uncle was doing irreparable damage by holding us as prisoners. You were equally clear that your loyalty was first to your husband." He sighs, "Unfortunately, both of those things have now landed you here."

Elisen walks over to his father, "Prince Tyrel has sent these drawings of Ciarrah's children. I'd like to see that she receives them. I get no joy from keeping my cousin from her children." He looks back at Ciarrah, "I had hoped to only have you held for a few hours before we could trade you for Rowena. Unfortunately, your husband and uncle have made it clear that such a quick return is not what they want. I'm sorry. Truly."

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The smile remains as the King addresses his niece. "Ahh. I can understand your sentiments. But, do not act so impossible with your couisin. I am sure he felt much the same at times recently?" The last part a rhetoric question to the heir as he has answered in his own way now. But, turning back he says, "I see you have not changed your clothing. A most unregal way to go about. Did you find nothing to your taste in your chamber?" (surely nothing of Kilgour colors were found there but Aberden finery would have) Still, he continues. "You will be with your children soon enough."

To his son his head raises again his eyes down at the drawings. "Give them to me." He says in a low demanding voice in the way of the Lanniveeri. Taking them now he will study them for a moment. Walking to the head of the table. A chair being pulled for him as he sits, rubbing his chin and looking them over. "Who would have drawn these?" He asks looking up to the princess. A smile is given then and he adds, "They are quite lovely." He holds them out and a guard takes them and walks over to Ciarrah, handing them to her gently.

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"My loyalty to my husband has led me here? I told you I could help you where I can, Elisen. I have no Uncle in Mobrin, though I have a husband and a Father in law. The King, whom I admire and respect greatly. As I used to the both of you. You went to Darfield Castle willingly. I am not here by my own free will. There is a difference." Hands on her lap, she clenches her hands into fists where they cannot be seen, the frustration almost overwhelming.

"Hours," Ciarrah whispers wistfully. "If only." Turning her head, she regards her Uncle, hands still clenched. "Perhaps you should not have sent him when you are at war with them. They wisely have no diplomats here, or am I assuming falsely?" Giving him an incredulous look she looks down at her dress. "I have washed my clothing, and I prefer to wear the colors of my House. Elisen and Rowena were not forbidden in their clothing, Uncle. I am most honored to represent House Kilgour. Should you require an Ambassador, I am very well versed in it, for I was Aberdeen Ambassador to Mobrin before wedding the Crown Prince." When he mentions her children, her breath catches and she weakens visibly. "They need me.." the words are but a whisper. Reaching for the portraits, she unfurls each, easily able to tell her twin boys apart whether anyone else is. She knows their smiles and their mannerisms. "Th..thank you." By sheer force of will, she remains composed.

-

Elisen sighs, and just remains silent. Clearly, there's nothing he can say to satiate his cousin's newfound hatred of him, so he just sits down at the table and drinks from his mug of water.

-

The king clenches his jaw for the briefest of moments, anger flashing across his face. Afterall this is mostly out of his hands. Why did he do that? One of fthose risks he takes perhaps? Normally he would not have sent them :P But what is done is done. After a moment he says, "Incorrect. We wisely do not allow them. There were some at one point. But Callem's own decision to declare me his vassal left the men with no welcome, and some put to the sword." He shrugs though, again, what is done is done. He watches as the mention of her children weakens her and he says again, "Who is the artist? Your husband? A hired hand?" He seems to care not but looks to his son. "We will talk at length later." A clap of the hands is given and servants begin to serve them. Wine is poured and tea offered along with water put out. Phesant and goose are uncovered along with onion stew and fresh vegetables. The king himself looks pleased as he unfolds a napkin and places it on his lap. To none in particular he says, "Yes. The exchange could have been handled more thouroughly." A brief look now given to Elisen though he says little more for now.

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Looking at her cousin, Ciarrah holds the portraits in her hand. "Thank you," she finally allows to him. "I am very angry with you, Elisen. I cannot understand why you would being me willingly away from my sons. I cannot forgive you for that. I can thank you for at least not harming them, for I had intended you meeting them at one point. Now it is likely none of you will ever get to, for their own protection of course."

Seeing her Uncle's reaction, Ciarrah does not apologize for her words, for she could not, the words would be false. "My husband is not the artist. I am certain he commissioned them done." Her gaze settles over the likeness of them, her heart in her eyes. "How long will you keep me? I wish to go home." As the wine and tea and food are offered, she passes her tea to the handmaid, who hopefully reassures her by taking a sip. "The meal is lovely, Uncle." And truly it is, much better than what could have been on offer.

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Elisen sighs again, "It should have only been for a few hours. Your father in law and husband made it clear they would rather the exchange take much longer." He shrugs, "That's not my fault. I'm sorry for all of this, but I'm also sorry you don't understand that my sister and I were held prisoner and Tyrel and Roslin clearly had no desire to see us freed. They refused to even entertain the thought of peace talks." He shakes his head, "If Callem and your husband will have no talk of peace, then Rowena and I being there was a long, slow death sentence. Nevermind that your husband and his sister had already allowed an assassination attempt against us…"

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The king watches the interaction of his son and niece and takes measure. When finishd he says. "I am sure we will survive if we do not have the pleasure." He goes to sampling the stew first while Ciarrah turns her attention to him. Afterwards he says, "If we wished you dead we would not poison you." He shakes his head now. "I am sorry it has come to this. Do try and enjoy yourself as much as is possible." The words are a bit hollow but who could actually believe she could indeed enjoy herself?

When his son speaks he turns quickly. "What are you goin on about?!" His voice raising ever so slightly, but surely enough. the tension in the room grows. "My niece is our guest. This is not a negotiation table. She is clearly in low spirits." He gives a look now to his heir that clearly states for him to quiet on the matter. Far be this the place to start sharing information with her, especially when he has yet to receive these details as well.

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The explanation from Elisen does nothing to calm her feelings of being wronged. "I am not my husbands Keeper. Nor my father in law. Clearly, if there was truly an attempt on your life, it is a pity it did not succeed, for then I would not be here, away from my family and my home." Does she mean it? Ciarrah gives no indication as to the contrary. Holding the portraits in her hand, she sees how much they seem different even after a few days. "I wish not enjoy myself here. I wish to go home and care for my family, Uncle. Surely you can appreciate that. Please send me home. Rowena will come home to you, I will see to it."

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Elisen pushes his chair back and rises. He returns his father's tense glare, and then looks at Ciarrah. "Your are my cousin, I love you, and I'm terribly sorry things have come to this. You are the next queen of Mobrin. I suggest you get used to your political importance and stop blaming others because it inconveniences you. If you would rather simply espouse desires to see me dead, then I'll excuse myself." He nods to his father, and then turns to leave.

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Turning to Ciarrah he says "Niece. I understand your displeasure. In that spirit I will allow you that one slip. We do not take such things lightly. If you wish to speak that way you will find your stay most unpleasant. And yes, I can understand it. But things are not so simple." He nods sadly to her. The conversation is becoming incredibly displeasing for the king. "And as for you." He starts quietly towards his son. "SIT DOWN!" He shouts now. Not one to raise his voice often. "Is this what they have taught you in Mobrin? To ignore your upbringing and act simply out of emotion? Your cousin is upset. She is a woman and a slave to her feelings. I expect better off you. Forgive her." His look shows that he is awaiting a formal forgiveness that is to happen now.

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"Blaming others? Me blaming other, Elisen? You have been sitting here crying about how you were a victim in Mobrin, yet you went there of your own free will. You took me against mine, yet you say it is not your fault but my own I am here? You would have had no other chance on getting out of there without using me. I mistakenly trusted you, so yes, I agree, it was my own folly then that got me taken and brought here. It was my belief that my family would never hurt me. Funny, the family I married in to has never hurt me in any fashion. It is the family of my blood that has hurt me more deeply than I had ever imagined possible. Do no lecture me on my political importance, and face your own. You were held because you are heir yet you blame others for the inconvenience to yourself. I would never have chosen to come here, though.." She slaps her hand down on the table, rattling her own eating utensils and almost upsetting her tea. "You can bet while I am here, I will listen to every whispered conversation the maids and the guards have, every bit of news given, and I will pass it on to my true family once I get home. You were in a perfect position to be a spy for your house, yet you opted out. I will do the same until I am sent home."

With a haughty look to her Uncle, she tips her chin up, marginally so. "I do not seek his forgiveness for anything. I am a woman, I may have feelings that run deep, but not every one of them are kind and loving. I can also hate deeply to those who have wronged me. You have hurt my sons by keeping their mother from them. You have hurt them.. and if you want to see a mother bear protecting her young, prepare for a fight, because you will get one."

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Elisen furrows his brow, "You keep twisting this, Ciarrah. Yes, I went to Mobrin of my own free will. And then, I was taken prisoner against that will. You went to the beach of your own free will. Then, you were taken prisoner against that will. There is no difference, despite how you'd prefer to believe. I trusted your husband, and ended up poisoned. There is no difference. The family you married into attempted to poison your cousin, and you don't care. The family you married into could have had you back in hours, but instead are crafting some other folly that could take weeks, using you for their own schemes, and you don't care. Your father in law and husband make up lies to usurp the throne from your uncle, and you don't care. You have a singular perspective, Ciarrah, and it terrifies me to think you'll be queen." He scowls at his father, "I will not apologize to her. After all her new family has done, she refuses to acknowledge any of it. No." He then marches towards the door.

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And now Ciarrah will gain his ire. But only for a moment before he smiles and turns to his s on. "You see my son? A slave to her emotions. Look how much she has revealed to us." He turns back to the princess. "So you freely admit that after being welcomed as an ambassador it was their intent to keep him there against his will. A terrible mistake your king has made. How can there be /nay/trust between our houses now?" The rest of her words gain nothing but an amused smile. "Guards. Take her away. You will remain quartered in the towers. You will have no interaction with anyone save a single handmaid. One of my wife's. You will stay there until you have simmered down some, or I see fit to seek you out." A hand wave is given and the two who brought her down will accompany her back.

His son now gains more of his wrath. "I will not ask again." His words are low and bassy. Demanding to say the least. "If you two wish to act like such children then so be it. But, you will apologize weather she wishes to accept it or not. And you will sit back down. We will have words."

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"I twist nothing. You do not know that it was my family that attempted to poison you. Or if you were just sick. Who is to say you were poisoned at all? You are always sick." Ciarrah regards him with narrowed eyes. "The beach is still Mobrin land. I trusted you." And that is all she offers to him.

"Your son was not an Ambassador. Your daughter was. I freely admit to nothing. I stated that once he was taken, he was in a position to spy and he opted not to. It was his loss and your own. You killed King Callem's Ambassador. Yours were left alive! How could it be a mistake? No, I do not trust you or your house, Eldwin." Instead of calling him Uncle or King. She rises as the guards are summoned, holding her small portraits. "Please do not see fit to seek me out until I am going home." Without another word she turns on her slippered heel and strolls out of the room as confident as you please.

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Elisen snaps at Ciarrah, "My sister was taken prisoner just the same as I. The matter is still unchanged. You're right. I didn't spy. Because we were there to make peace, not further aggressions. It was YOUR new family who elected to imprison us." He shakes his head, "King Callem's ambassadors were plotting against my father with two Laniveeri Dukes. Callem conveniently keeps omitting that part of the story, Ciarrah." He watches her begin to leave, and then looks at his father. There's a moment where it looks like he may defy his father, but then his shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, and he looks back at Ciarrah. "Princess Ciarrah." He straightens his stance. "I apologize."

-

The two continue to squabble and it does not seem to please Eldwin in any way. He does not respond to Ciarrah but to the guards says, "Take her away already." He does stand and nod to her. "Princess. Get some rest." Turning to his son he says. "Join me in my solar. We have much to discuss." He will turn to leave and bid he follow him, despite any acceptance of apology by Tyrel's wife. That time has passed it would seem.

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Ciarrah keeps walking away as if she had heard none of the outburst from Elisen. Until she gets to the steps leading up to the floor she had been kept on. Only then does she turn. "And you were attempting to plot with the Kundari under the very roof of Darfield Castle." She smiles. "You are forgiven, Elisen, for you do not know any better, simpleton that you are. All I can do is pity you." Oh yes, she was angry. Perhaps she would regret her words later, but right now, she means every single word. The guards escort her from the room.

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