Post by Namari Lovelle on Jun 10, 2012 9:12:50 GMT -5
(( This is a pretty important RP, I do recommend as many people and characters get involved as possible!! This takes place after Phillis leaves ))
Namari breathed in shakily, and then gave off a big sigh. The king was dead. The last time she saw him, she was yelling at them about him not releasing the werewolves. And now he was dead. Too late to apologize, too late to tell him he was one of her best friends. And now he was gone. And in his will, Avaleur was hers. She was queen. The exact thing she never wanted. But, what else would she do? She had no choice. So she stuck it out and took the title. And today way the day she would address Phillis’ death to the city, as well as her new title.
Most knew about the king’s death already. It was just appropriate to address his death formally. Namari would not mention the werewolf fur just yet, she knew it was not the pack but to explain that now would just be more information to explain. She would not mention how there was so much blood; how it seemed unlikely it was a quick death. Namari held in her tears. She felt so guilty, wishing to have protected him better. After he stated she was not doing a good job upholding the law, she told him that she would take more guards out of the castle to patrol the town, if he were stupid enough to agree. He thought he would be fine.
She stood on the stage, at the wooden speaker stand. The elven woman gripped the sides of it so tightly to keep herself in check that the wood was beginning to bend, and her knuckles were as white as a ghost. The woman’s face looked a bit pale as well. But there she stood, trying to clear her face of any emotion, and waiting calmly for the people to arrive.
Namari breathed in shakily, and then gave off a big sigh. The king was dead. The last time she saw him, she was yelling at them about him not releasing the werewolves. And now he was dead. Too late to apologize, too late to tell him he was one of her best friends. And now he was gone. And in his will, Avaleur was hers. She was queen. The exact thing she never wanted. But, what else would she do? She had no choice. So she stuck it out and took the title. And today way the day she would address Phillis’ death to the city, as well as her new title.
Most knew about the king’s death already. It was just appropriate to address his death formally. Namari would not mention the werewolf fur just yet, she knew it was not the pack but to explain that now would just be more information to explain. She would not mention how there was so much blood; how it seemed unlikely it was a quick death. Namari held in her tears. She felt so guilty, wishing to have protected him better. After he stated she was not doing a good job upholding the law, she told him that she would take more guards out of the castle to patrol the town, if he were stupid enough to agree. He thought he would be fine.
She stood on the stage, at the wooden speaker stand. The elven woman gripped the sides of it so tightly to keep herself in check that the wood was beginning to bend, and her knuckles were as white as a ghost. The woman’s face looked a bit pale as well. But there she stood, trying to clear her face of any emotion, and waiting calmly for the people to arrive.
