Fantasy RP Dragoste Eternă (Chaotic)

[FaeWhisperer]

In the late 17th century, there lived a a young ruling king of Romania— a domnitori. He oversaw his kingdom from a very young age, as his father had succumbed to illness earlier that same year. He had been put into power when he had turned 15, and it had been three years since that summer day. He had no other family, since his mother had died in childbirth, so he had been a very lonely individual.

Except for his servants, the young ruler did not have much of any friends— and the only one he did have mysteriously had disappeared when he had become king. So from then on, he had spent his evenings alone and away from everyone. Often caught up in his study, or retiring to his bedchambers. He knew he had to keep certain political ties in place but was often absent at times, sending someone in his stead— like his royal advisor.

Then recently, there had been rumors of a witch coven establishing themselves in a nearby wood. And the village people were frightened, especially of the unknown. The young ruler knew that, and he wasn’t sure if they had any reason to be afraid. He wanted to see if he could discover this so called coven for himself, and had slipped past the guards to do just that.

He had readied his steed, a white stallion that stood tall and proud, and he had had this horse for quite some time. The horse was bonded deeply with the man, and the ruler was grateful he didn’t make much of a fuss when he prepared him to leave.

Riding into the forest, he had his sword on his hip and a dark cloak wrapped around his body. But it flew behind him as he rode, and he began to wonder just exactly what he would be discovering.

Now what he didn’t know— was that this childhood friend of his— who he hadn’t seen since his coronation, had been taken in by this coven. He had wondered why she had stopped visiting him, and had even traveled to her home several times to see if she had returned. Her home had been a small cottage located outside of the village— and not only was his friend gone, her mother was also nowhere to be seen. Another thing he didn’t know, was that his friend’s mother was also a witch, and had went to the coven with her daughter to train her in the ways of witchcraft.

(I’ll make a character sheet placement later but I wanted to get this out first and foremost)

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Morana was the daughter of a rather popular herbologist who worked with the alchemists in the King's castle, so she eventually met the prince and became close friends with him. While she didn't have too much of a problem with making friends within the kingdom, there was just something about the prince that caught her attention more than the rest. Whether it was the fact that he was royalty, had a different upbringing, or was genuinely interesting, she wasn't sure.

But what she was sure about was the fact that shortly after his father, the King, fell ill, her and her mother left the kingdom and fled into the nearby forest. Morana had no idea why she was dragged along until she learned that her mother, the alchemists and several others she'd known her whole life were witches. So was she apparently.

The reason why they'd moved out of the kingdom was because one of the alchemists had been the cause of the King's illness. There was a small suspicion among a few other commoners about the practice of witchcraft so the whole lot of them had to cut loose ends and bail. Morana never even got to say goodbye to the prince...or the new king. That was probably what hurt the most.

Occasionally she'd sneak away and into the kingdom to learn how he was doing from some other people she would speak with. Her mother caught her one of those times and forbade her from leaving. Instead forced Morana to focus on learning the craft. That's when she started changing...slowly. Her main practice was with herbs and nature magic. But from time to time, she'd dabble in some sort of dark magic she saw in a book from her studies.

It caught her attention, and she made sure not to get caught this time. There was a memory altering spell she learned and would practice in the kingdom. She'd hear reports of commoners losing their memories from a mysterious force. That was she only one she knew, and recently she had to stop as there were rumors spreading about the witches again.

Morana thought they'd stop once she left them alone, but they didn't. She didn't know that until she heard word of someone approaching the coven by horse. The whole coven had planned to force this person out by any means, but Morana managed to convince them to let her handle it. After all, she had the most people skills ever since they all fled out here.

So here she was, sitting on a tree stump just outside the borders as she could see the figure approaching. When she could make out who it was her heart stopped. It was the prince - no - the king. What was he doing out here? Last she heard he sent people out to deal with things and was often in the castle. Immediately standing, she straightened herself up. It had been 3 years, maybe he wouldn't recognize her. Or maybe...she could make him forget. But she couldn't control how much he'd forget. What if he forgot her entirely?

Thoughts were swarming her mind as his figure on the white horse grew closer and closer down the path.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Theodore Alexandre may have sent others to do his bidding when it came to political matters.. but when it came down to personal matters that concerned his kingdom— especially those who lived in the nearby villages, he knew he would have to explore and figure out what exactly was going on. Of course it would have been better if he and his guards went out together, but he feared his royal advisors would be against this outing. Considering if there were actual witches out here in the first place, who knows exactly what they were capable of.

As Theo approached, the cloak of night surrounding him seemed to melt away as moonlight illuminated his very figure, making him and his steed appear very ethereal. His breath could be seen in short clouds of steam as he steadied his breathing, looking around the area. He noticed something at the end of this path, and he figured out that it was a woman.

She looked no older than he was, and he steadied his horse, as his steed seemed to become excited for some reason. Of course his horse would recognize Morana, but at first Theodore did not. He didn’t think that this woman in front of him posed any threat, and as the noble man his father had raised him to be began to shine through once more with words of concern. “Have you lost your way, miss?” He asked, seemingly dropping his guard down. He knew he must have been in the witch territory now but surely this woman in front of him was no witch. She did not appear as they had in fabled stories, but he figured maybe they did not all look like that. Something about this woman felt familiar, and he couldn’t quite place what it was.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

Morana was shocked to see the horse recognize her. She never thought the animal would have a good memory. But learning to work with nature had taught her several things, especially how to recognize when an animal is familiar with someone.

She couldn't help but look over both Theo and the horse. Gods it's been such a long time since she's seen them both. Then when it clicked that he was asking her a question she cleared her throat, "No I am not lost, sir. I live out here in these woods with my family. They don't take kindly to strangers showing up unannounced, so I am here to ask that you leave and return to your home." It was honestly the nicest way she could have put it for him. She couldn't exactly tell him what they all were.

Before he could get a chance to speak she continued, "I mean no disrespect...your majesty," She did a small curtsy, glancing up at him through her eyelashes, "But I would hate to see something happen to you or the people who live here if you were to step beyond the borders." She stands up straight and glances to where a seemingly natural arch was formed from a tree. Morana knew that the second he stepped through, the others of the coven would be waiting to strike.

Turning to look at him, "Perhaps you could tell me what it is you are looking for, and I can help you to find it." She offered, studying him. It was odd that the horse remembered her and he didn't. Would the horse try to give her away? That was certainly a worry in her mind. If he didn't remember...perhaps that was for the best.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Clearly it had been some time since the two had last seen each other. His hair had grown long, past his shoulders and down his back now. It was as black as a raven’s feather, and his eyes were still that same shade of icy blue. His pale complexion showed that he rarely got out, but his complexion was also of that who had been pampered throughout his life, and never had to do any hard labor.

And although that was true, Morana would also remember that he was well versed in combat training. Even though there hadn’t been a war or any sort of battle in the three years he had been king, he still had been trained since he had been young. Skilled with the same sword that was currently on his hip, and if she was to use magic against him in combat, he was light and nimble on his feet, moving in such a way that one would think he had his own source of magic he drew upon to avoid attacks.

But what Morana didn’t realize, was that there was glimmer magic being used— a spell that disguised what you wanted, how you wanted. They were using such magic to make sure the king didn’t recognize Morana, as that would be better for their sake. And if by some other means, that Theodore walked through the barrier…unfortunately, they would have to eliminate him.

Then Theodore did what no one would expect. He looked over the woman before him, and then spoke after she had asked what he was there for. “To tell you truthfully, I came in search of finding a witch coven,” he tilted his head slightly. “And I know…you could very well be apart of that—even though you don’t look the part,” he shakes his head. Theodore sighs and closes his eyes. “I know I came out here because of speculation and rumor, but I wanted to see things for myself and make my own judgements,” he reopens his eyes and looked past where she was standing. He had figured at first she must have not been a witch—but then again, rebuilding his guard was probably best. But he continued to seem to…be less reserved. Maybe too openly trusting. Because he always gave people benefit of the doubt first, before judging too rashly or without reason.

“Surely, if you were to be a witch, I believe there is some understanding we can agree to with one another?” And with those words his steed seemed a bit uneasy, as if he was being watched from the shadows.

“I..don’t mean to harm,” he says aloud next, looking around, suddenly feeling like he had an audience.

 

[Chaotic_Emerald]

The more Morana looked at him the more she remembered their time together before he was king...before she left. But clearly enough time had passed and even though she was able to recognize him...the same couldn't be said for him. It grew clearer that he didn't recognize her and she couldn't help but feel something in her chest...pain? Not physical pain but more so emotional pain. Part of her hoped he recognized her, more for her sake. But there was that part of her that hoped he didn't so the others lurking in the shadows wouldn't do any harm to the king. That was something she had to get used to.

But she almost let her guard down when he mentioned the coven. But luckily she was able to hold herself straight as he talked about why he was here. In order to try and throw him off she let out a confused laugh, "I know nothing about witches your majesty. I thought there are not any witches surrounding this kingdom."

At his talk of her potentially being a witch, she shook her head before continuing, "I am no witch your majesty. I am simply a girl living with her family so we can make a life for ourselves. The kingdom was no good and we could not find any sort of work with our skills. Now we work for ourselves and trade out our herbs to nearby apothecaries and other places who request them. We are nothing more than a small village of people working together to make a living your majesty." She explained, keeping her expression soft as she spoke.

She wanted to say more, but didn't want to overwhelm him with reasons why he shouldn't enter. That would probably be more suspicious.

 

[FaeWhisperer]

Theodore looked confused, partly because the woman before him spoke as if his words had been nonsense. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something more. But his horse gave another uncomfortable snort, rearing his head and stepping backwards. Theo pulled on his reigns to steady him, wondering what had gotten him so worked up.

Theodore then looked up at the woman, “Alright, I believe you..” he started, his brow furrowing. Surely he had been sure there would be something out here. For where else would his friend have gone? If she had been captured by the witches…perhaps, that was a reason for her sudden disappearance. But again, being out here was leading him nowhere. How was he to find her now?

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time…” he apologized and turned his steed around, glancing back at the woman once more before he used the spurs on his boots to get his horse to start moving forward once more- back the way he came.

—

It was then Theodore woke up in a cold sweat, gasping slightly as he woke. His head began to pound. What…what was that? He had began to wonder. A dream? But why would he dream of finding witches…he knew the village people had their speculations and rumors of one, but he hadn’t actually went and investigated yet, had he?

Still, on his mind was that woman from his dream. She seemed so familiar, but she—

Of course it hadn’t been a dream, but Theodore didn’t know that. He was spelled to believe that fact, another precaution the witch coven had taken to remain hidden.

Morana’s mother had seen how upset she had become from the fact the king did not recognize her, and once Morana found out that there was glimmer magic used to disguise her in front of Theodore…who knows how she would react. “Morana, darling…perhaps this is for the best,” she murmured out, going to reach for her daughter. But ever since leaving without saying goodbye to him, her mother knew that had weighed heavily on her daughter’s heart. They just couldn’t risk being discovered, especially by the king.