Liam Kenway
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind. There were more equines joining his court than he could keep up with, and while he was thankful for the new citizens, he couldn't help but feel an ache for those who had left. Had he done something wrong? Had he not calmed their worries or fears enough? Had he ignored their needs and desires? These thoughts plagued him as he strode through the Citadel, for the first time not shadowed by his advisor. It was a good thing; Liam just wanted to be left alone. At least, for the time being.
His meeting with Leviathan had been disastrous, to say the very least. As it stood right now, there was no alliance with any court, and should war break out, he would be the only one fighting. Perhaps Bucky would join him, but Liam very much doubted it. As the sole Sovereign, should he fall, the Dusk Court would be left without leadership, and it was a very sobering thought.
Perhaps there was hope on the horizon. Should he give up the crown, live his life as a citizen, give up the soldier's life? It was a nagging thought, one that constantly banged around in his skull, but try as he might, he couldn't step down. Not when so many lives and citizens relied on him. But were they happy? Flicking his ears as he stood in the archway leading to his private garden, the stallion stared at the different flowering plants, one leg cocked as he shifted his weight on his hooves.
Having not yet been to bed, Liam looked a bit ragged. His coat and mane, normally pristine and perfectly placed, were unkempt and sticking up this way and every way. At the moment, though, he couldn't be bothered to care. Without realizing it, one of Liam's chambermaidens approached him and placed a blanket over his frame, and as he looked over to her, she offered a smile, dipped her head in respect, and wandered off again. Glancing at his side, he noticed the thick blanket and felt a smile grace his lips before he turned his attention back to the garden and the gardeners.
It was starting to get a little colder in the mornings before it warmed up in the afternoons. It never got too warm, but at least it wasn't freezing. Nightmares still haunted him about the creeping cold, how it spread its icy fingers through his veins, his muscles, his very being. Because of this, he made sure that there was always a lit fire in his home, in the Citadel itself, and wherever he was going that had a fireplace. The noise of the burning logs and the smell of it helped calm his anxieties over the autumn and winter, and it set his mind at ease as a sort of white noise.
Looking up at the knocking to the door leading into the meeting room, Liam approached it and opened the heavy wooden door, eyes brightening as he spotted Luvena, the tiny mare with who he'd explored the portal. Flicking an ear forward, he stepped back to invite her in, a gentle smile on his face. "Luvena. It's a pleasure seeing you here! Did you walk all the way here?" He asked, quickly asking a staff member to run and start a large fire in the fireplace. Once that was done, he took the blanket that was draped over him between his teeth, pulled it off his body, and offered it out to the mare, ears pricked, a gentle expression on his face.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; Hi, I love them.
Tag;; @Luvena
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 600
His meeting with Leviathan had been disastrous, to say the very least. As it stood right now, there was no alliance with any court, and should war break out, he would be the only one fighting. Perhaps Bucky would join him, but Liam very much doubted it. As the sole Sovereign, should he fall, the Dusk Court would be left without leadership, and it was a very sobering thought.
Perhaps there was hope on the horizon. Should he give up the crown, live his life as a citizen, give up the soldier's life? It was a nagging thought, one that constantly banged around in his skull, but try as he might, he couldn't step down. Not when so many lives and citizens relied on him. But were they happy? Flicking his ears as he stood in the archway leading to his private garden, the stallion stared at the different flowering plants, one leg cocked as he shifted his weight on his hooves.
Having not yet been to bed, Liam looked a bit ragged. His coat and mane, normally pristine and perfectly placed, were unkempt and sticking up this way and every way. At the moment, though, he couldn't be bothered to care. Without realizing it, one of Liam's chambermaidens approached him and placed a blanket over his frame, and as he looked over to her, she offered a smile, dipped her head in respect, and wandered off again. Glancing at his side, he noticed the thick blanket and felt a smile grace his lips before he turned his attention back to the garden and the gardeners.
It was starting to get a little colder in the mornings before it warmed up in the afternoons. It never got too warm, but at least it wasn't freezing. Nightmares still haunted him about the creeping cold, how it spread its icy fingers through his veins, his muscles, his very being. Because of this, he made sure that there was always a lit fire in his home, in the Citadel itself, and wherever he was going that had a fireplace. The noise of the burning logs and the smell of it helped calm his anxieties over the autumn and winter, and it set his mind at ease as a sort of white noise.
Looking up at the knocking to the door leading into the meeting room, Liam approached it and opened the heavy wooden door, eyes brightening as he spotted Luvena, the tiny mare with who he'd explored the portal. Flicking an ear forward, he stepped back to invite her in, a gentle smile on his face. "Luvena. It's a pleasure seeing you here! Did you walk all the way here?" He asked, quickly asking a staff member to run and start a large fire in the fireplace. Once that was done, he took the blanket that was draped over him between his teeth, pulled it off his body, and offered it out to the mare, ears pricked, a gentle expression on his face.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; Hi, I love them.
Tag;; @Luvena
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 600
I'm with you till the end of the line
