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Post by clementine on Dec 31, 2009 14:41:56 GMT -5
Yet another meeting of the elders had been called over the state of the Shodan and the planet. For a long while, the five elders had ruled together when the Shodan had first sank into depression and the Crown Prince had disappeared. They grew higher than their stations and grew discontent when Camilla seemed to be taking his job as the new Crown Prince rather seriously.
The young teen, for he was barely fifteen, sat at the head of court in a high backed chair, body rigid and head held high. His beautiful black hair was pulled up into an elaborate style and his robes were elegant and bright. At the moment, he looked very much like a Shodan, face blank and violet eyes bright with intelligence. If one looked closer, they would see stress lines around the boy's eyes and mouth that belayed the turmoil he had been harboring for months.
"Enough!" Camilla cried, angelic voice carrying over the bickering of the elders. "Yes, my father lays on his deathbed and yes, my brother has disappeared along with the head of the guard. We know this and as of now, their is nothing to be done." The delicate teen stood, eyes sweeping across the angry faces of his court. "Whether it is wise or not, I shall become the new Shodan as the last of my father's children. Do not call a meeting on this matter again or I shall dismiss you all."
Currently, Camilla's word was law and he expected to be obeyed as he swept out of the room regally to head to his chambers. Out of sight of the elders and everyone else, Camilla began to shake, features crumbling, and he raced to his room to be alone.
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Post by Kago on Dec 31, 2009 15:37:34 GMT -5
Monroe was aware of the meeting being held by the Elders, he knew the reasons behind it. There was a part of him that hoped the young boy that was to take the new place of the Shodan, would be cast out. That way, he wouldn't have to partake the terrible deed that had to be done.
He had been there to see, to listen really, he had stood by the chamber doors. Being a guard, he was not to partake in the conversation, he was merely doing his job. Unfortunately, things hadn't gone as he hoped. What had he hoped for? That, the boy wouldn't be the next Shodan, but he was, and there was to be no argument about it. Something Monroe admired the young teen for, if only he thought that enough.
The moment the young boy, the one who would be Shodan, exited the room, he stood their for a moment. He didn't need to follow the boy now, not yet. A clear look over his expression, told him more then enough. Camillia, that was the boys name, it sort of made him think of a flower, and seemed a name suited for an angel. Much like the boys voice, how he found he took a liking to it. What a shame it would be to see him go.
"Things could have been a bit different." He muttered the words under his breath, looking off to the side for a moment with a single teal eye. "But Fate tends to be a rather cruel mistress." He spoke so only he could hear himself, frowning at his own words this time, looking ahead again, ignoring everyone else that was in the room now, he moved forward. Monroe was following a ways behind the young Prince, or should he call him Shodan?
Monroe followed far behind to give the boy space. Was it hypocritical, to want to protect the boy from everyone else, but to want to take his life as well? A question to ponder on later, right now he had to think of the best way to bring all this trouble to an end.
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Post by clementine on Dec 31, 2009 16:03:22 GMT -5
Camilla had no idea he had been followed. He fled to his room and locked the door behind himself as his shaking soon overwhelmed him. The teen stumbled to his vanity and sat heavily in the cushioned seat. He looked at himself in the mirror, the reflection tired and sad. Trying hard to calm himself, Camilla began to take down his hair. Yet, with every hairpin he felt his heart breaking a little more.
A choking sound escaped the Zercan and he hunched over, wrapping his arms around himself. He was so alone. No one cared for him now. His dearest brother was gone, maybe already dead and his father would soon follow. If only mother was still here then maybe things would have been different, better even. Perhaps he should die as well. Was that what the people wanted? He didn't know, only knowing that he ached for his family, wishing for them all back so desperately.
Camilla swallowed convulsively, trying to hold back the tears that burned in his nose, but soon saltiness touched his cheeks and lips. The poor child broke down, sobbing into his hands, miserable face hidden by his beautiful hair. Maybe he could do it, maybe he could. Slender fingers wrapped around a small letter opener, the point sharp and menacing. Perhaps. Camilla cried harder, drowning in his tears with nothing to save him but the knife.
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Post by Kago on Dec 31, 2009 18:20:53 GMT -5
Monroe had finally reached the Prince's room, where he decided to stop and stand. There was no need to go further, right? Until he chose to make his move, he could just stand card here. At least, until the boy came out again. What was he doing in the room anyways? He was tempted to knock, but then stopped himself from doing so. Whatever was going on, it had nothing to with him.
There was something...something was going on in the room. Monroe hadn't tried to listen, but he heard something...just the faintest noise, but he was at liberty to check it out. "Prince," He would apologize if the proper title was Shodan, he moved to open the door, but was surprised to see it locked. Why would the boy lock the door like that.
"Sir, please open the door." He rattled the lock, hoping the boy would get the signal, that the door was locked and he wanted it open. If it wasn't. then Monro would say he had the right, to have the door meet his Tonda. Tonda, that was the name of his sword, which could easily slice through the door if he tried to. It wasn't a very big sword, but it was long, and sort of thin. Before any assumptions were made, it did not compensate for anything.
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Post by clementine on Dec 31, 2009 18:37:45 GMT -5
Camilla startled, his gasp was covered by the sound of the letter opener as it clattered atop his vanity. Who was this male who demanded entrance to his rooms? Granted, Camilla had never locked the door...before.
Taking a few, deep calming breaths, the teen stood. He wiped the tears from his eyes as best he could, knowing they were still red and puffy. It was going to have to do. The Crown Prince jumped again as the voice called again, this time with the rattling of the doorknob. Camilla quickened his pace and hurriedly unlocked the door.
"What is it?" He asked softly as he pulled the door open to look at the soldier. The teen visibly straightened and blanked his features. "If it's the Elders, tell them I stand with what I say." He said more loudly, praying that his voice wasn't shaking.
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Post by Kago on Dec 31, 2009 19:36:21 GMT -5
It felt like an eternity had passed before the door opened, had he been that worried? Whatever happened to the Prince should have been of no consequence to him, not with what he wanted to do. "Sir, this had nothing to do with the Elders." It was odd addressing the boy as a superior, but he understood where he stood, he wasn't of royal blood, that was just the cards he was dealt. He had no unrealistic dreams of being part of the royal line either.
"Prince, I was just worried about you," Monroe actually did look a tad concerned, he wasn't a heartless person. "Is there anything I can do for you, anything at all?" He would do whatever was in his power to, it was the least he could do. Almost like a last request kind of thing, until he could do that unfortunate deed.
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Post by clementine on Dec 31, 2009 19:56:47 GMT -5
Camilla looked the guard over, not understanding why the male was at his door if it didn't have anything to do with the Elders. It concerned him that he had been bothered, but he pushed the feelings aside. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine." The teen replied with a tired sigh though it wasn't unkind. "Please, return to you're post."
It was an obvious dismissal and Camilla was already closing the door in the guard's face.
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Post by Kago on Dec 31, 2009 22:30:15 GMT -5
Monroe frowned, he would not accept just being dismissed. He could tell that much, if he was going to do anything, he had to get close. "Sire," Monroe stuck his foot between the door, while reaching a hand out to stop the Prince. "I insist, allow me to at least spend some time in our company, to be sure your alright." Of course the boy could dismiss him again, maybe even call other guards to carry him away, but he refused to walk away from this on his own.
"I know this is all very hard on you, my Prince." It wasn't hard to miss, it showed on the boys face. "I know it is something that you feel you must bear alone, but please allow me to offer myself up for your service, I am a loyal soldier, I will dedicate myself to ensuring your safety, and doing whatever menial tasks you may desire." What Monroe was trying to say, was that he was willing to do anything, to help the Prince. Surely he couldn't turn him down now, he couldn't just dismiss him, could he?
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Post by clementine on Dec 31, 2009 22:46:26 GMT -5
Gasping in shock at the soldier's behavior, Camilla had a mind to demand he leave immediately. However, something stopped him and it wasn't that foot in the door. The teen looked up at the guard with violet eyes, shiny with unshed tears. He tried desperately to place the man in front of him, but could not, never having remembered seeing him before.
Camilla bit his lip, trying to understand everything that the soldier was offering. Was the man lieing or was he in earnest? "Then you," Camilla started slowly, "want to be my friend?" The boy's face was so hopeful that it was almost painful to look at. He'd never had one before and wondered why someone cared to offer the gift now.
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Post by Kago on Jan 1, 2010 1:00:01 GMT -5
Monroe hated to admit it, but the boy looked so fragile, like a precious porcelain doll. Fate truly was a cruel mistress, but he had to crush this boy for the sake of Zerca. One soul, over the many just wasn't how it worked. Being a soldier, he would know, there had to be sacrifices. He could only ask to be forgiven afterwards, as if he could literally do that. If he was caught, after, or even before after he did this. He would more then likely be executed, he couldn't screw this up.
"Yes, I want to be your friend." Manore gave a sincere smile as he spoke, he wasn't faking this. Until the end, for this boy, he would be his friend. Perhaps attempt to cheer him up. Well, didn't people on their final days get what they wanted not something too out there, just something simple.
"Will you let me in?" He didn't wish to stand out in the hall anymore, he would rather have some privacy in the Prince's chambers. No, he did not intend to do anything to him yet.
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Post by clementine on Jan 1, 2010 1:11:09 GMT -5
Camilla looked up into the unknown soldier's smiling face, violet eyes deep and fathomless, eyes that belonged to a much older person. The teen looked over the male for long moments as if trying to read him. Perhaps he saw his death in the man's face and then, perhaps not. Camilla wanted to hope though or at least pretend for a little while that this male truly wanted to be his friend.
The little prince didn't smile back but he did slowly open the door to let the guard in. "Alright." He murmured, stepping aside. "There's fruit on the table. You can help yourself if you like."
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Post by Kago on Jan 1, 2010 2:23:10 GMT -5
Monroe didn't need to read minds to tell the boy did not genuinely believe him. Well, it was that or he had his doubts about him. Ones he didn't blame, especially with his random appearance. "Thank you," He still wore a faint smile the moment he stepped into the room, he took a few steps before stopping to look around. This was the first time he had ever been in this room, he had wondered what it looked like. "You have a lovely room, Sire." It wasn't simply the riches that were spent decorating it.
"Is there anything at all I can do for you?" Monroe turned to face the Prince now, his expression now a passive one. He could only make himself smile for so long. It wasn't like he had a hard time doing, it was just he didn't mix business and pleasure. This right here, was entirely a business situation.
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Post by clementine on Jan 1, 2010 2:31:14 GMT -5
"You can call me Camilla...if you want too." The prince replied, voice sweet as he closed the door behind the guard. "And thank you. My mother helped me decorate it." He bit his lip as he realized he had just spoken of the deceased bearer. Falling silent to collect himself, Camilla wandered to his vanity once again. When his eyes lingered on the letter opener, he hurriedly pushed the thing into a drawer and out of sight.
"I-I don't need anything, thank you." He stuttered after realizing he hadn't answered immediately, turning to face the male and tucking a few strands of dark hair behind his. "Well, you're name. I'd like to know it...please." He added politely. It seemed he was this way with everyone, despite being a soon to become Shodan.
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Post by Kago on Jan 1, 2010 11:59:13 GMT -5
So it was the Prince's bearer who assisted him with the room. Well, that made Monroe regret asking. Fortunately the boy didn't seem to hold it against him, he decided not to mention anything more about it. For the time being, he just watched the young boy go to the vanity.
It seemed he wasn't going to put him to do anything, at least the boy didn't seem spoiled. He sort of assumed he might be a brat, but he was wrong. Well, the boy did look like a little cherub, he didn't see him capable of something like that. "My name, its Monroe, but you may call me whatever you please, and see fit." He certainly wasn't going to order him to call him anything.
"And I am honored you would allow me to call you by your first name, but that's just not proper Sire." He would have liked to use that name, but how could he when he was merely a soldier, a simple guard.
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Post by clementine on Jan 1, 2010 14:12:39 GMT -5
Camilla fidgeted nervously for a moment, tangling a finger in his hair. "But you said you wanted to be friends...M-Monroe." His pale face was tinted pink when he said the male's name. "You don't have to be proper at all. If it would make you feel better, you could...just call me by my name when it's just the two of us? Would that be okay?"
The words were hopeful again as the teen shifted from foot to foot, looking very much like a young boy. How long had it been since someone had said his name? He couldn't recall. After mother died and brother left, father had stopped speaking. That had been months ago and those three people were the only ones who said the teen's name.
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