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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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Post by Annora Shir on Nov 24, 2018 1:09:40 GMT -5
First stepping into the camp gave Annora a feeling of relief. No longer was she Eleazar's prisoner that he could torment with reminder's her father's death. She was there when Prince Artemis, King Perseus and Gaelio Undine arrived to confront Eleazar and retrieve the princess. It presented an opportunity for her to leave as well, with granted permission from the tyrant himself. Her release granted him the satisfaction in knowing that she would continue to fear him for the rest of her life.
As soon as she was allowed within the gates, she was given a tent to stay in and allowed to clean up, but peace wouldn't last for long. Yelling ensued, and guards rushed up to the large construct up the path. The princess underwent some kind of ailment, and it wasn't long before the entire encampment knew.
King Perseus and his men left for Labrynna a day after the princess was placed in a pod. His doubt of her survival drove him mad, and that left Prince Artemis alone to tend the guild. Zelda's absence from the council left alot on his shoulders, and while she had the courage to stand up and help him, the heroes did not know Annora like the people of symmetry city did. She did not have the same influence here, and her help was likely not wanted. Instead, --she worked diligently in the medical tent, using was skills she was taught to help aide those that were injured or suffered some amount of pain.
How much time had passed exactly, she was unsure of. Here and there she would spy the Prince walking to and forth from the gates, and each time she tried to work up the bravery to say something to him.
It wasn't until the sun set one evening did she finally have the heart to walk up to the command tent, yet wanting to talk to Artemis was likely easier said than done. Not wanting to have to explain her reasoning to a posted guard, or get cold feet, she waited until he would leave before stepping up to the prince, her squeaky voice echoing in the awkward silence of the night.
"P-prince Artemis," she started, her hands cupped in front of her, with her eyes looking elsewhere, "I just-.. I just wanted to say thank you for rescuing me," she said, not thinking about how much the gesture of gratitude may confuse him. It was likely that he didn't even know she accompanied them back from Symmetry City.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Nov 24, 2018 1:44:29 GMT -5
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The prince had spent most of his day plotting with the others on what refugee camps they would attempt to align with next. Countless hours of strategics for their next attack, or whether Zelda was going to wake up.
The prince was a mess, to say the slightest. Disheveled and disorderly, the prince was to no longer be praised for his poise and tidy appearance. His chin was scattered with stubble, eyes sunken, and his collar crooked.
He was incredibly exhausted, not wasting a single moment on any more sleep than he felt he needed. Once he was up again, it was time to plan and mourn.
So while the prince, on a normal day, would have paid no mind to the young woman who had stopped him on his way out, his exhaustion made it hard to ignore whatever was going on in his surroundings. He lulled to a halt, icy eyes gazing over her carefully as he made note of it being the duchess to be--or well, would have been if her city wasn't under siege.
"M'lady," he managed to roughly exhale. She continued to speak though, thanking him for his duty. He blinked for a moment after a long pause, pursing lips before averting his gaze to register what she had said.
"Thank me?" he spoke, almost confused. "I don't save people to be thanked. I save them so they may continue and hopefully grow stronger."
He realized that may have come off too strong. He blinked a few times, before looking back at her sheepishly. "I mean--not that you aren't strong. I've seen what you've done for our men here at the medical camp. They really do value you as an asset to our cause."
Post by Annora Shir on Nov 24, 2018 1:57:38 GMT -5
She could practically feel the amount of tension in the air. Not that he held any animosity for her, but rather he was stressed beyond recognition. She could see it on his face, and hear it in his voice as he gave his replied to her sign of gratitude. It was a comment that if said in a different tone would be suave and heroic sounding; from him, it seemed as though she was a waste of energy, or a nuisance even.
Lips formed into a large O, realizing it may have been better had she not said anything at all, but he cleared up her interpretation into something more concrete. He had noticed her effort afterall, and it made her heart skip a beat, followed with a soft smile. "I only wish I could help more," she commented, noting that she had the desire to strengthen the heroes so that she may one day go home.
"Perhaps I could help YOU?" she said, empathizing that last word. "I know you are under a great deal of strain, --not to mention, with your sisters...." she started, realizing how insensitive it may be if she continued that sentence. Annora cleared her throat, her eyes widening at her own stupidity before trying to fix the situation, "By chance I just think you need a moments respite to clear your head."
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Nov 25, 2018 18:53:50 GMT -5
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"Truthfully you've done more than we can ask," Artemis said quietly. He looked around for a moment, a hand running through his moppy hair that he had let overgrow. There was tension that shifted in the air, a silence that lingered between them before she finally spoke once more.
"Help me..?" he murmured, musing over the words carefully as he tried to understand what she could have possibly done for him. He hummed in thought for a moment, pursing his lips as he thought about it carefully.
"I um..." the words had stung as he spoke of his sisters. One was comatosed, the other dead, and the other, well... she was a handful on her own. "How exactly would you be able to help me? There's not much to be done... unless you can wake my one sister up and bring back the other from death."
Post by Annora Shir on Nov 26, 2018 0:00:56 GMT -5
Her lip quivered, reaping what she sowed with her poor choice of words. Of course she couldn't bring his sister's back to the light, not that she intended to say she could. The urge to slap herself in the forehead surged, but instead she merely bit down on her bottom lip before attempting to redeem her character.
"I can't do anything for your sisters..." she started, her solemn tone indicating how sorry she felt, "but, -- my dad would always say that a cup of tea could go a long way." She finished, shrugging her shoulders slightly, hoping he understood that she was inviting him to share the warm beverage.
"Often when I was in tears over my mother, he would bring me a cup of chamomile...," she noted, hoping a reference would persuade the prince. In no way was she trying to overshadow the loss of his sister, and the absence of the other, but she too had recently lost someone in her life, and was too, --alone.
"Would you join me in the messhall? I can prepare some."
The messhall was the reconstructed building that stored a majority of the camp's rations, as well as housed meals for mostly everyone in the guild. Provided that the royal family took their meals in their tents, or in the command room, --which she was sure he had not eaten in some time as well.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Nov 27, 2018 16:03:43 GMT -5
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Tea was the answer. There was a part of him that wanted to laugh - as if tea would solve all of his problems. As if drinking some herb in water would cause all of his worries to wash away. His eyes narrowed for a moment, but he realized soon after that he was being cold--well--colder than normal.
He closed his eyes. It had been a while since he had eaten, and he was dehydrated to hell. Letting out a sigh, he shrugged before nodding. She had just lost her father, and he, his sister. He wasn't great at the comforting type of thing since he lacked a mother for most of his life. Nyssa tried her best, but for the most part, he avoided her.
"Tea sounds lovely, m'lady. Excuse me for overlooking your loss as well. I did not realize how that could have come off," he spoke stoicly before holding his hand out to walk with her toward the messhall.
It was a short walk, but he supposed he'd be formal enough with her, since she was the heir--well, now she was the duchess, should they take back Symmetry City.
Post by Annora Shir on Nov 30, 2018 10:17:21 GMT -5
She smiled softly before wrapping her fingers around his offered arm, "Thank you for the sentiment," she said in response, staying off the fact that she wanted to say more on how tragedy can affect someone's mind. Instead she kept her mouth shut and walked the short distance to the kitchens.
The place was void of any other life, as most guards were either on duty or in bed at this hour, and the hearth glowed with a gentle fire that needed stoked. She worked fast; placing a log on the embers, filling a ceramic kettle with water and bringing a clay jar of herbs from the pantry.
All the while she was silent, unsure of what to try and say to the Prince. His presence was unsettling to say the least, as if he would randomly start yelling and kicking over the tables and stools. Annora didn't actually think he would behave in such a fashion, but her imagination ran wild when her anxiety boiled.
Setting two cups on the table she poured the steaming liquid before sitting down. Her hands wrapped around her cup as if someone were to try and take it away from her.
"Uh--," she started, noticing that she had no idea what to say and how rude it would be to try and start a conversation without a topic. "What was it like to live in the castle before, --well before your sister's coronation?" she asked, curious about life in castle town.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Dec 4, 2018 20:16:21 GMT -5
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Artemis followed Annora the short distance to the messhall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his britches as his tired eyes watched the dull embers that were faced with sudden force from Annora's quick use of the log.
The young prince took a seat at the table closest to the hearth as his fingertips tapped against the rough surface, Annora's tireless efforts echoing in the foyer as he waited patiently. It really had been some time since he had been in this room with the others - but then he thought of when this room may have been originally used.
Back before the Gerudo War, hundreds of years before, when the Castle was originally placed in this location. His ancestors had used this same space he now sat. He wondered what they would say about his position, and his efforts in the war.
Annora had finished making the tea, bringing it over to him before taking hold of her cup tightly. Artemis closed his eyes, taking a whiff of the tea and coming to a sudden peace of mind. It reminded him of his mother - the tea she used to make before sending him off to bed.
Then she asked what it was like at the castle.
"It was work," he responded honestly. "My father expected the most out of me and Zelda. With her being the goddess reborn... she was expected to learn everything as a queen. And I was left to attend my studies and learn what the firstborn heir should... should anything happen to her."
"We knew a darkness was coming. The goddess is rarely reborn without an omen following. We just didn't know when or where it would come, and with Zelda often wandering off and not taking her duties seriously as a child, my father became very cold and strict with us, but left Kura and Esme to pretty much their own devices."
"Zelda didn't mean any harm in wandering... she was a child, and barely had a childhood to enjoy. My father was determined for her to learn her sacred powers before this omen would appear, but she was childish, and wanted to run off and go on adventures. Eventually, he gave up, and turned his attention toward me again. Worked me to the bone in the end... and when Zelda finally came to announce she had visions of a dark power, he didn't even believe her."
"And then he died. And Zelda was set to marry Perseus, but we all know what happened after that," he looked up at her with raised brows. He didn't mean to give a whole story, but when he would talk... sometimes he didn't know how to stop. He had to give details, even the most precise.
Post by Annora Shir on Dec 5, 2018 17:45:44 GMT -5
Listening intently, Annora showed slight emotion to his words. Parts of his story reminded her how much they were alike, rather than different. She always viewed royalty with some amount of admiration, without understanding that they were mortal as well. They had responsibilities, desires, and fears, --just the same as she did.
"I find it irresponsible that she chose love in the end....," she commented without thinking. Eyes widening as she realized how that may be reciprocated by the prince, "Not that I am accusing her of anything... It just goes against what I was taught, --where duty and honor came above personal needs."
There was not alot she had to give up in her younger years, but as she grew older, she soon found herself spending more time acting as a diplomat than a adolescent. She would have accepted any arranged marriages her father would have given her, if it meant more for her city.
Looking down at the liquid in her cup, her expression shifted into more of a solemn glance, memories of her father fading like her reflection. She had spent days crying over him, and there was no more room for sadness.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Dec 5, 2018 22:36:51 GMT -5
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A brow raised slightly to Annora's remark, but a slight smirk cornered at the edge of his mouth as he looked away, running a hand through his hair as he slouched against the bench. "I thought it was brave. Truthfully, the prince would have been suited for any one of my sisters, and I doubt my father was right in the head when he signed the agreement. The goddess reborn always finds her way to the spirit of the hero."
He thought on it for a moment, and how in the ends, things seemingly had worked out. "Perseus and Kura... apparently they were the two who were going to end up together in the end, at least until..." he paused for a moment, thinking back on it. His hand had released from his hair before slamming against the table. "Enough of that. We aren't here to talk about that."
It was the one thing that he wanted to avoid. "You would surely drop everything to marry someone you didn't love, if it meant more wealth for your family's name?" he tilted his head. "I assumed most women were the type to marry for love. Even my parents married for love. My mother was from Labrynna, and was promised to King Galadhion when he was only a prince, but the two had no feelings for each other. From what I remember... he had called my father to ring in a favor. It was love at first sight."
It was a story his mother loved to tell, as though it was funny - breaking the laws of royalty and doing what they pleased. Her parents were quite embarassed that she refused Galadhion's "proposal", but she redeemed it rather quickly by marrying another king instead.
Post by Annora Shir on Dec 8, 2018 13:13:50 GMT -5
Lips pursed; she never understood how exactly being the goddess reborn made Zelda special in anyway, but she thought the two star crossed lovers was a romantic tale none the less. When she was younger, if she had any notion about finding her 'true love' her father would have spat out his tea and reminded her that she had a duty to uphold.
"I was told, that if I was to be arranged to marry, --it would be for the betterment of Symmetry City. Not so much our family alone. It's only the two of us since my mother died..." Her voice drifted as she remembered the single piece of her mother she had left, it's weight resting softly in the pocket of her dress, "My father's best interests were for the city alone, and before Eleazar took hold of it, we planned on making arrangements with King Perseus to aid in finding a suitor who would be able to help the town flourish even more. Not likely a prince, but maybe an engineer."
Her entire life had turned around since that day, and it was something she shared in common with many citizens of the isle. There was an evil that had it's hands around the world, and she quivered at the thought of how much worse it could get. "What about yourself? As the oldest I was sure your union to someone would have been arranged if only to secure an heir. Your father, may he rest in peace, must have loved you all if he sought your happiness in love, I wouldn't doubt it."
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Dec 8, 2018 23:25:26 GMT -5
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"An Engineer?" Artemis's eyes narrowed in confusion. "What worth do you take yourself for? You are the rightful duchess of Symmetry City. A role such as yourself shouldn't be wasted on a mere engineer. You deserve someone of nobility!" He may have felt a bit too passionate on the honor of nobility.
Perhaps he was projecting a little bit. When Annora had then asked of himself, he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders carefully. "That's the one thing I was never able to please my father with. My taste in women. Ultimately it was my decision to take on a bride, and no one was... well, I won't say good enough, but I was just uninterested in spending the rest of my life with them."
He let out a sigh at how shallow that sounded. He was just not into courting himself off. He felt better suited for placing himself in the military wing, becoming hand of the king to his father and not worrying of his future.
In a way, knowing he wouldn't become king had caused him to give up on his future as royalty. He wanted to do what made him feel most fulfilled. And it did include women--but not in the romantic sense. (He was kind of a cold lover.)
Oh, now he was thinking about his affairs. His face went red as he tried to block it out. It had been so long since he shared affection with anyone and now this girl had him thinking about his future again. If there was one.
"My father was never... approving of the woman I was interested in. Since I was the only prince, I still had to follow his rules on who to marry. He chose the girls. I simply gave a yes or no." He leaned back in his chair before huffing as he thought about it. "I was in love with the handmaiden assigned to my wing. She was murdered when Eleazar's forces took hold of our castle. She saved my life."
Post by Annora Shir on Dec 16, 2018 13:27:50 GMT -5
'One day you will meet your prince.'
Eyes widened at his response, taken aback by his regard for her lack of self worth. She was honored by his regards and her face warmed up, which she tried to hide with her cup. He brought back slight memories of her young life, when she was reading books in the library next to her mother's chair. The promises she made to her about her future. At her age, they were nothing more than a fleeting wish, especially now that Eleazar held her future between his pale decrepit fingers.
"I am sorry...It seems he has taken quite alot from us...." his sister and lover, her father and home, --when will it be enough? Her sacrifice was something he likely would not forget.
She wondered just who this woman was. Weren't most handmaiden's and servants to the royal family Sheikah? Was he interested in exotic women? Was that why his father never approved of his choice? Or was it because they were not noble? The amount of questions she had surrounding his previous love life grew expansive, and she found herself wanting to know more about what, or just who was his type.
"In no way does this make up for the terrible happenings you have suffered, but no longer are you bound to your father's wishes," she said, glancing away from Artemis, "By that, I mean, you are free to choose whoever you want to be with. That is, if another ever--," she stopped while she was ahead. Clearing her throat before standing up from the bench.
Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment and frustration as she earnestly had to keep herself from staring at him. His lean inset eyes were cold at a glance, but the color was brilliant and they glistened in the light of the fire. He had a short triangle shaped face, but it was outlined by his strong jawline that led up to his peaked ear's, iconic to his heritage as a Hylian. Combined with his tousled dark hair....
"I need to step outside, it's a tad warm in here and the tea is likely helping in that regard," she muttered before giving him a curt bow and heading for the exit. She didn't think about how rude it may have been to suddenly dismiss herself from the prince, but her face was beet red and she didn't understand why.
Post by Artemis Hyrule on Dec 16, 2018 23:48:06 GMT -5
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A sip from his cup led him to watch her eyes carefully - so pale yet mesmerizing. He was sure he had never seen such a color before, and he couldn't help but gaze upon them in curiosity. She spoke of being free of his father's wishes, and that was true. In a way, his death, while sad as it was, was relieving to him and his sisters. The amount of weight he had pushed upon them was devastating to their family, and caused them to drift from each other.
Truthfully, the four of them were pretty split when it came to their closeness. Sure, they loved each other, but beyond that they were never very close. He considered himself to be very protective of Kura, but in a way, it was because she reminded him of his mother. Zelda was his queen, and so he devoted himself to her as well. And then there was Esme, who he...
Well, there was nothing he could really say other than that he had an obligation to protect her because she was family. He loved her as blood, but she frustrated him to no end.
It was sudden though, as she stopped her words and cleared her throat, immediately standing as the two of them shared a gaze and time froze. He was startled by her immediate movement, and his eyes locked on hers. There was something oddly hypnotizing about her guise, and he felt his cheeks redden before she excused herself.
"Huh?" he couldn't help but let out in confusion as she immediately removed herself. Something was pulling him to her. In his head, he knew that perhaps it was loneliness, or rather he was just captivated by her beauty, but it had been far too long since he had shared company with someone, and he wasn't going to waste any more time. "Wait!" he said quickly, before grabbing her hand before she could leave.
He tugged on her hand, squeezing it gently before staring at her for a long moment. His brain was aching and arguing, telling him to just let the poor girl go, or perhaps that she would reject him completely. He took a deep breath, sweat permeating on his forehead as he tried to find words to say without sounding like a bumbling idiot.
"Forgive me for being bold, but considering the conditions and the lack of nobility left to judge our actions..." he started, trying not to sound too forward. "I mean... would you perhaps want to get away for a bit? Just the two of us."
Post by Annora Shir on Dec 17, 2018 4:26:04 GMT -5
A weight wrapped itself around her hand, preventing her from taking another step, and drawing her gaze back towards him. The look in his eyes gave off the impression he was yearning; not wanting her to leave him. It was a glance that she gave often, as she never wanted to be alone either.
Slowly she tried to grasp what it was he asked, the implications of his desires lost on the naive girl. Annora did however, understand that he wanted to continue to be in her presence and that was enough to cause her stomach to knot and twist. "Oh!," she exclaimed, not wanting to outright say yes like a fool.
Her brain began to feel like mush as she quickly forgot her surroundings. Artemis was someone she looked up to with such admiration, she never would have considered having the opportunity to be so close to him. It was impossible to hide her excitement.
His hand still held onto her own, (which she cursed for being clammy in her anxiety), and Annora gave him a soft smile before nodding her head in agreement. "Do you umm-- have someplace in mind? My layout of the camp is still novice at best," she said, making note that any nook and cranny of the grounds were still up to be discovered.
All the while, she still continued to scream internally, and kept her gaze on him.