RP | AU | Fantasy
The delegation had arrived with appropriate fanfare, banners flying, sparkling with silver and gold. The horses had marched in a piaffe gait, their manes and tails braided up with violet ribbons against their silver coats. Barding had fluttered in the breeze, and amongst it all, on a strong bay that had stood out among the silvers and white, had been the Prince of Letharia, sitting confidently astride.
He was one of a number of nobles to gather within the city's walls, all of the neighboring nations attempting to broker a lasting peace. Most advocated the measure - it would be good for trade and would help the villages flourish - but others would ask for unwanted concessions, and that was the Prince's purpose in being present. It was said that he had the ability to tell a person's true feelings from only listening to their words and watching them speak. He had, as yet, tactfully avoided answering that to the negative or positive.
Instead, after he'd been presented and had been given his suite of rooms, he'd politely given his excuses and adjourned himself to the library to peruse the selection in this new kingdom, to see if any of the books there were new to his eyes. One of his bodyguards remained at the door, but that presence was easily ignored. A long-established part of his life.
An elegant hand chose a book from the shelf before returning to one of the reading tables, settling himself there contentedly. This was what he wanted of life.
He was one of a number of nobles to gather within the city's walls, all of the neighboring nations attempting to broker a lasting peace. Most advocated the measure - it would be good for trade and would help the villages flourish - but others would ask for unwanted concessions, and that was the Prince's purpose in being present. It was said that he had the ability to tell a person's true feelings from only listening to their words and watching them speak. He had, as yet, tactfully avoided answering that to the negative or positive.
Instead, after he'd been presented and had been given his suite of rooms, he'd politely given his excuses and adjourned himself to the library to peruse the selection in this new kingdom, to see if any of the books there were new to his eyes. One of his bodyguards remained at the door, but that presence was easily ignored. A long-established part of his life.
An elegant hand chose a book from the shelf before returning to one of the reading tables, settling himself there contentedly. This was what he wanted of life.