Act 1: Josslyn
Goose bumps spread over her soft bare shoulders as she stood in the middle of the marble throne room. The large marble pillars that held up the ceiling forty feet above them stood lit with torches all around her. She stared at the banners that draped them, a white dragon on a black field over a sea of red blood, the sigil of House Dominicus. Goose bumps began to spread over her shoulders as the sounds of hard footsteps began to fill the room, soft whispers echoed throughout the dark hall as many of the court members trickled in for the days session. Men and women from high and low houses alike all gathered in the Dragon Tower of Fawnnorth to play the fast paced political game of the Empire. A few knights wearing the mailed fist of Warrick stood behind her eying her naked shoulders with a modest look of lust in their eyes. Across from her a few ladies who wore pins bearing the Red Horn of House Kresten looked her up and down suspiciously. She began to feel more and more like an out lander in this place, its cold interior hostile to her presence. As she turned to seek a less visible position in the throne room a warm hand rested on her shoulder.
Her uncle Prince Hector Daevues smiled to reassure his niece as they stood together in court. Josslyn's smile back lacked much of her uncle's spirit but she crossed her hands in front of her and tried to look as confident as possible. She was a long way from her home of Castle Radek, or she was at home depending on how you look at it, not in the Dragon Tower built hundreds of years ago by the first Dominicus Emperor but in Fawnnorth the first home of House Daevus back in the days that the King's of Achesia ruled over the land. The cold looks and pointed whispers they were receiving were half of malice and half of curiosity. It had been a long time since commissioners from the Kingdom of Achesia had been in the capitol of the Empire. Since the conquest of the Kingdom of Achesia by the Dominicus Emperors and the establishment of the Empire, House Daevus has stayed far away of the politics of the Empire rather keeping to their exile from Fawnnorth at their seat of Castle Radek. Princes and Princess of Achesia were not seen at court in Fawnnorth before the Emperor unless they were paying their required homage, but the intentions of Prince Hector and Princess Josslyn were clear in everyone's mind this day as they waited for the entrance of the Emperor.
Josslyn looked to her uncle who was clad in a rough spun tunic bearing the sigil of House Daevus: the green tree with branches of crowns, his rough scared faced seemed to show none of the fear or apprehension that she was feeling. She could feel the eyes of half the court on her which made her cold naked shoulders feel even more exposed. It was no phenomenon when her father had sent Uncle Hector to represent the family due to his notoriety within the Empire as a strong leader of character. He was called "The Bull" after all for his many victories in battle and notoriously clever political savvy. But it astonished her when the King command her to join him on the long trip to the capitol, she had never been to the center of the Empire nor did she have any experience in diplomacy or politics, rather she kept mostly to herself within the confines of Castle Radek, often teaching herself to read new books or riding horses through the grove. At first she had sought her father out after his announcement that she should go with her uncle and begged him to repeal his request, but her father the King did not budge but rather insisted that his daughter attend the court in Fawnnorth where she could serve her family as a representative. Princess often acted as diplomats when there were few young men to do so. Her father was busy on the western front and her brother not even old enough to leave the breast of his mother. Therefor the duty and honor of their house rested on their shoulders and the whim of a often apathetic Emperor.
The room suddenly grew an eery silent, at first Princess Josslyn thought that the Emperor had made his entrance but rather on the opposite side of the hall another group of delegates had entered pacing slowly to their position under the throne. Two knights draped in ornate cloaks and a finely dressed lady wearing silk red stared at Josslyn and her uncle with menacing smiles as they stepped to the base of the marble steps that lead to the throne. The crowned stag of House Koud was clearly sewn on the Knights cloaks as it fluttered behind them, and a opal pin shaped in the form of a white dragon sat on the breast of the woman.
"Sur Sheard Koud, heir of Judgestone, Sur Oswin Koud the brother of the Grand Duke, and Princess Johanna Koud Dominicus daughter of the Grand Duke, wife of Prince Manuel Vilen Dominicus." Uncle Hector explained to Josslyn who looked the party up and down as they did the same from the opposite end of the room. The yellow clad group exchanged glances and whispers before parting with the Princess who took up her seat a few steps up the marble steps where the members of the Royal Imperial House of Dominicus sat. No doubt they were yet planning their move against House Daevus in court today, it was because of their house that Josslyn and her uncle were this far from home. The war between their two families that had stretched back centuries was taking a new chapter as vassals of House Daevus were attacked without warrant by vassals of House Koud, no doubt at the behest of their liege who was known for his scheming. This conflict has taken a very blood turn as the entire west of the Kingdom of Achesia was in flames as mercenaries hired by House Koud ravaged the countryside. Outnumbered by these savages it was time to seek intervention by the Emperor to end this conflict, but it would be an uphill battle for a family with little political connections in the Capitol.
Soon the first signs that the Emperor was about to enter came. Several of the elite Knight Order of Summer stepped out in front of the marble steps that lead to the throne. These elite Knights were some of the best swordsmen in the kingdom, they come from great families and wield mithril blades that could sever a aurochs in half with one cut. Their faces were shrouded with black cowls and masks that covered everything but their eyes under mithril helms shaped in the image of a wyvern poised to strike. These silent sentinels stood with their swords unsheathed points to the ground leaning their hands on the hilt, poised to strike all who posed a threat to the Emperor.
"All rise for his Holiness, Emperor Martin Alexis Dominicus, the Dark Lord, Lord of all the Realms, anointed of the Summer God, blessed of the Dread Lord, and Lord of the Eastern Mountains and the Western Sea and Protector of the Empire." A man wearing the sigil of House Dominicus announced as the entirety of the throne room bent to a knee, each member of court kept their head low as the stomp of the Emperors boots echoed through the silence of the almost two hundred people in attendance. Behind him his son Prince Manuel Vilen walked to join his Koud wife under his fathers throne on smaller oaken thrones set up in a line, each specially for the Princes and Princesses in the Dominicus family. Prince Koert was not far behind him sitting just to his brothers left, the seat next to him empty for a wife that his is expected to soon take as expected of him being a man of twenty years. Rumors in the court- which were plentiful in almost every subject- however was that Prince Koert was happier bedding half of the young high-born ladies in the Empire than taking a single wife that he would then be stuck with, but rumors were not always true. A few chairs were still left open, four for the two missing Princes and the wife and future wife, and three for the Dominicus Princess the first of which to enter court: Princess Anna Birte known as the "Heart of Beauty". She was the favorite lady for knights to ask favor from during tourneys and was said to be the indirect cause of over fifty knights deaths during those same tournaments as they fought to the death to impress her when they could have easily yielded and lived. Her bright eyes and luminous demeanor did not seem to be harmed by this however as she took her seat with an elegant smile. Behind her sisters Princess Emilia and Angelien took their seats as well, looking almost as beautiful as their sister whose all encompassing wake they often were lost in.
Emperor Martin Alexis Dominicus as the last of his daughters took their seat took his magical sword Dragon-Fire from his squire and sat down keeping the bright red glowing blade in his lap. He was a course, jagged looking man who has sat on the throne of the Empire for over thirty years, and each one of those you could read on his face which spoke of tired impatience with the constant malarkey of the Imperial court. Of late he was known to not even respond to the requests of some of the court members when they plead their case before him, the shame of some of these men and women as the Emperor stared them dead in the eyes without a word was evident each time. This made Josslyn even more distressed as she counted the moments to when they would step in front of the Emperor and make their request, this all served to distract her from her knees which were shaking from holding a bow so long.
"Rise." The Emperor said in a crackling bellow.
The court rose to their feet, some of the older members had to be aided by their neighbors.
The Emperors squire stepped forward to serve as the courts announcer. He held a scroll of the agenda for the session which had a list of all those delegates that had requested the honor to address the Emperor. He unraveled it and allowed the Emperor to read over the list and choose who he would speak to first. Josslyn knew that as soon as he saw the name Daevus that they would be the first called upon, and she was not wrong.
A deft chuckle came from the Emperor as he saw their names on the scroll. "It has been a long time since your house has graced us with their presence Daevus." He leaned forward on the throne which was made of hard marble and only had one small cushion to relieve the Emperors hind quarters. "Step forward Sur Hector the Bull." He spoke with a slight undertone at her uncle's title. "And Princess Josslyn, someone I do not believe I have yet met." His tone much gentler when addressing her. The delegates standing between them and the base of the throne parted as they made their way to the front, her uncle taking a knee and Josslyn curtseying. "Rise, what business does House Daevus bring to us?"
"Your holiness." Sur Hector rose to his feet and stood tall and upright. "I come at the command of my brother King Geffrey Daevus, to plead your intersession in the unwarranted hostilities brought upon our lands by the underhanded means of House Koud who seeks to defile our lands which are rightfully ours." He briefly glanced at Princess Johanna Koud Dominicus who was staring into his soul with piercing eyes. She was stroking the hand of her husband the Prince who sat with his hand on his chin studying Sur Hector as he spoke. "They use foreign sell swords to raze villages, destroy crops, loot and pillage. These unholy men rape our women and taking our men off as slaves as a part of their payment by House Koud, a detestable sin in the sight of the Dread Lord, his children in chains of foreign unbelievers." He shot a glance at the two delegates of House Koud who stood there silently with arrogant smiles, over confident and vain. "I plead with you my Emperor to intercede in this conflict and order House Koud to leave our lands for good." He bowed his head as he ended his request.
The Emperor sat examining Sur Hector for several moments after his request ended. Josslyn was worried that he was going to ignore her uncle's request as her heart seemed to stop beating, but it was jolted into rhythm as the Emperor suddenly turned to address her.
"Princess Josslyn, you are a lovely young girl, it is a shame your father has kept you locked away in his dark castle and away from Fawnnoth where you surely belong." A slight smile slipped the lip of the Emperor as he addressed Josslyn who smile as well but she thought for sure it looked as if she was going to faint when she did try to smile.
"Your holiness is kind, but my home is in Achesia, the land I love." She bowed her head.
"Spoken like a Daevus." He leaned back in the throne. "I hope you are not as stubborn as the rest of the male portion of your family, that would be such a waste." He glanced down at his son Prince Koert who was studying Josslyn in a more intimate way as the torchlight glimmered off her brown hair. Josslyn glanced about nervously as she felt hundreds of eyes on her, the heaviest of which being Prince Koert's which was so strong she could swear it weighed down on her breasts.
"My father only wishes to protect our lands, of course to honor the Empire." She responded staring up the many steps to the Emperor perched upon his throne.
He chuckled heartily. "A sweet lie my dear, your father only cares for Achesia, not so much for the Empire when it does not serve his purposes." He turned to the Koud's who stood on the fringes of the crowd. "What say you to the Daevus harsh accusations?"
Sur Sheard Koud the heir of the Grand Duke stepped forward. "Your holiness, these accusations are nothing but a sinful lie dreamt up to deface the honor of our House." He walked out beside Sur Hector to finish. "The Daevus House is simply covering up their own attack on lands which have rightfully been ours for hundreds of years but have been occupied by their minions who have raped women and girls descended from the Koud Clan in lands held by Clan Koud in the days before the formation of the first Kingdom."
"So you admit to the attacks on us?" Sur Hector responded.
"I admit to defending our honor as a clan Sur."
"Woe is the honor of those who hire foreigners to do their raping." Sur Hector stared into the young mans eyes.
"You would dare speak such untruth in the sight of our Emperor?" Sur Sheard took a step towards him.
"Enough!" The Emperor slammed the point of his blade on the marble which made a loud thud that silenced the whole court. "I grow sick of this, I care not for this conflict which has lasted for centuries of bickering over lands. I also grow sick of hearing it from some young whelp and crafty snake. You can tell your lieges I summon them both here, to Fawnnorth, to tell me themselves why either of them deserves these lands." The room grew very silent at this announcement. When a lord of one of the many lands of the Empire was summoned to court is was usually not for thanks and a warm smile, but when two were summoned at the same time it would be something the entire Empire would want to witness. The two houses of delegates bowed their heads in acknowledgment. Sur Hector's face a sign of disappointment. Josslyn stood there lost in the current happenings not sure what to think of this without her uncle's explanation. The Emperor rose to his feet. "I grow weary of all of this, the rest will wait for the morrow." He handed his blade to his squire and stepped towards the door to his private halls. "Daevus' I expect both of you to dine with me and my family tonight, I am curious to hear of the Kingdom which I own that I hear nothing from more often than not."
"It would honor us your holiness." Sur Hector bowed.
The Emperor walked from the court, and as he passed through his large door the room erupted into conversation between the many members. The rest of the Dominicus Family followed then trailed by the Knights of Summer. Sur Sheard Koud could only scoff as he walked away from the two Daevuses. Josslyn only stood even more distressed then when they began.
Characters:
Princess Josslyn Daevues
Prince Hector Daevues
Princess Johanna Koud Dominicus
Prince Manuel Vilen Dominicus
Emperor Martin Alexis Dominicu