The life of a monarch was busy. While Israfel managed the soldiers, the mages, the delicate balance between preparedness and and paranoia, Luvena busied herself with the inner workings of the court. Labour laws and welfare. Supply and demand. The tenuous connection between night and day. Opposite that had always been at odds with one another.
Still though, she found time for the little things. Visits to the poorer areas, ensuring that they at least had the means to live. Lunch dates with Israfel in the citadel garden. At the same little square where she’d proposed to her a crown. Sitting in with Caelum at her tea shop. One of her favorite outings was her monthly trip to the Monastery. She’d go at the start of every month, and stay for a night or two. They were self sufficient, disconnected from the inner workings of the court. But they were not insignificant. They gave to caligo more devotion than anyone else. They embodied the fundamental truth of Denocte.
It was where she had grown her roots into denocte’s earth. She had left dusk with little notion or purpose to where her life would go. A monk had found her at death’s door, and dragged her up to the moss muddled temple. A creation that spiraled into the mountains core, filled with shadows and faith. Every step created an echo, a memory bounding off the walls. It was strange to come these days, without a trace of that monk left.
He had just… disappeared one day. Gone without a trace. Yet still she made her visits, staying in the small unlit room they had let her keep. She hadn’t been since the fall. The winter was a risky journey, and after her tumble in the pass early in the season, she had been far more cautious.
She entered now with her dogs in tow, one on either side. They had grown into rather majestic creatures. Spoiled now by the citadel staff, their coats were always sleek and shiny. She stopped at her room to tidy up the fur cloak she now regularly wore, and pulled her small wooden circlet out of her bag. It was this one that she wore most days. Made of delicate branches intertwined. She wore it on her head with hair woven through. It was simple enough that it drew little attention.
She regathered the herbs she’d brought with her, and made her way down to the healers hall. As usual it was filled with young apprentices having their training wounds nursed by irritated medics. Some of them stopped to say hello as she passed, others simply nodded her way. “ Dorian!” she called as she walked into one of the side chambers. “I’ve brought a new store for you-” she stopped abruptly as she saw the patient at the medics side. Felt the cool touch of the shadows that always curled over his back.
“Ten?”
@Tenebrae
Still though, she found time for the little things. Visits to the poorer areas, ensuring that they at least had the means to live. Lunch dates with Israfel in the citadel garden. At the same little square where she’d proposed to her a crown. Sitting in with Caelum at her tea shop. One of her favorite outings was her monthly trip to the Monastery. She’d go at the start of every month, and stay for a night or two. They were self sufficient, disconnected from the inner workings of the court. But they were not insignificant. They gave to caligo more devotion than anyone else. They embodied the fundamental truth of Denocte.
It was where she had grown her roots into denocte’s earth. She had left dusk with little notion or purpose to where her life would go. A monk had found her at death’s door, and dragged her up to the moss muddled temple. A creation that spiraled into the mountains core, filled with shadows and faith. Every step created an echo, a memory bounding off the walls. It was strange to come these days, without a trace of that monk left.
He had just… disappeared one day. Gone without a trace. Yet still she made her visits, staying in the small unlit room they had let her keep. She hadn’t been since the fall. The winter was a risky journey, and after her tumble in the pass early in the season, she had been far more cautious.
She entered now with her dogs in tow, one on either side. They had grown into rather majestic creatures. Spoiled now by the citadel staff, their coats were always sleek and shiny. She stopped at her room to tidy up the fur cloak she now regularly wore, and pulled her small wooden circlet out of her bag. It was this one that she wore most days. Made of delicate branches intertwined. She wore it on her head with hair woven through. It was simple enough that it drew little attention.
She regathered the herbs she’d brought with her, and made her way down to the healers hall. As usual it was filled with young apprentices having their training wounds nursed by irritated medics. Some of them stopped to say hello as she passed, others simply nodded her way. “ Dorian!” she called as she walked into one of the side chambers. “I’ve brought a new store for you-” she stopped abruptly as she saw the patient at the medics side. Felt the cool touch of the shadows that always curled over his back.
“Ten?”
@Tenebrae
