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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 2, 2008 8:54:54 GMT -5
As all other houses in Carthage were built by stones and tree, the palace of royals were built the same. However larger it was then normal, containing big rooms as walls stretched high from ground to roof. Formed as the houses of Egypt they were, but in ways more different. As the kingdom of Carthage was rich by the trade at sea, they were able to build houses greater then others. With carved marks on the outside wall, it described the gods and the history of their kingdom. Founded by Queen Elissa who in later accounts became known as Queen Dido, was the first who had ordered the palace built. Still standing after many years it stood proud, watching over the city from great hill it was built upon. Doors of gold and silver was made for them only, inside pillars at side stretched high as the thrones of their king and queen stood placed. Rooms of others as bedrooms, guest rooms, kitchen and more was built at each side of the building. Surrounded by gardens it stood, pretty flowers and fountains with water it had. Secured by guards, defending the royals with their life as most important they were.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 2, 2008 9:38:09 GMT -5
To her displeasure a herald had interrupted her morning. He carried a message, that her father, the King wanted her immediate attention in the Palace. With a groan she had summoned her ladies to attend her. She was washed with beautiful scented oils and dressed in a garment of deep blue. Her hair lightly bound back in a braid, with a few pieces at the front sticking out. On her arm, were silver bangles, one the shape of a snake that sat just below her shoulder, upon the arm.
Within a half hour she attended the Palace. Not at all pleased, to have been disturbed. She entered the Throne Room, seeing her father had positioned himself upon his Throne. Her Mothers seat was empty. A year had passed since her Mother had died, yet still Freya found herself entering the Throne Room hoping to see her Mothers kind eyes shinning back at her. To her disappointment it had not been a bad dream. Her mother had really died.
She did not speak to her Father, she just stood quietly, watching as servants and other Royals made their way threw the room. Usually, if someone was summoned to the Palace, they would alert the King of their presence, reminding him that he had called for them. Freya did not. In all circumstances she ignored her father. Even during meals, she would not eat with him.
The morning sun had heat to it this day, and the light thrown into the Palace of Royals was not mistaken. It lit every corner with its natural beauty, even more establishing the Princesses own beauty. The beauty she frequently titled ‘her curse’.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 3, 2008 9:57:36 GMT -5
"Daughter!" A loud voice came out from King Alcaeus, as he saw his own daughter entering the halls of his throne. He had important business to discuss with her, however he knew she was not pleased in his presence. Often did she ignore him, entering whenever she wished and showed looks of evil. He did not like it, but understood why. Deeds done in past had made him lost his wife, her mother. Cause she could not bare children after the birth of Freya, he had seeked other ladies to get an heir. This had caused his wife disappear, but later found on shores close by, telling she had drowned at sea under mysterious circumstances.
From that day one, the family of his had gone against each other. Still he himself was seeking a new wife, but now his thoughts had also turned toward his own daughter. It was time for her to marry, a husband was needed as she had entered the fitting age for marriage. This was one of the reasons he had called for her, he wished to speak with her about future alliances to countries needed."Come to me, my child."He said with a soft voice, watching her from the seat he sat upon. Thinking the beauty of his own daughter could spell any man she or wished for, however a great beauty was often said to come with a curse. Acleaus hoped this was not true, cause he wished for his daughter to have a worthy husband and to make peace instead of war.
"Do you know why I have summoned you, daughter?"He spoke and asked curiously if she knew, hopefully she understand why she was there but also cause of other reasons then marriage. Long had the line of kings and queen ruled the Carthaginian empire, it was up to them to follow the traditions and to keep the lines in hold. Still he had no son, wish he one day wished to get, although he also wanted his daughter to marry one of high dignity and respect in life.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 3, 2008 22:43:43 GMT -5
Freya watched her father with a jaded glare. She was never happy within his presence, and was hardly ever civil when he addressed her. She rarely obeyed him, and constantly spoke bad of him, especially when concubines and guests were invited. Instead of coming any closer to him she wandered over to the window and watched outside for a moment.
“I have not a care, in what you wish to say to me. I came here upon my own accord, not because you summoned me,” once again, her voice was touched with antagonism, enough to make passing by servants and guards tremble, knowing that it was enough to provoke an argument between The King and Princess.
She had a clue to what her father wished to speak to her of. Though was not sure for certain. She knew that it must have some importance to Carthage, rather then their relationship with one another. Half of the time, she only did what her father wished, for her people. Not for him. She was willing to sacrifice much of herself for her people, but not for her Father.
Behind his back, she had learned what was necessary for a Leader, and a ruler. She had learned the arts of war, and the strategies and she was smart enough to know how to react and lead within a battle. She knew how fight, she knew how to ride horse back in the way only men learned. Every night she prayed to the gods for some way to prove herself worthy of leadership. She could rule without a man at her side, and she had no worries about throwing her father from the Throne. Without any other children, she was the sole heir to the throne. In situations where there was no male heir, it came to the female.
She knew her Father would want her to marry someone he deemed worthy incase he was not able to spawn more children. He would rather the man she married be of his choosing rather then hers. That was something she would not submit to. If he attempted to, she would threaten to pledge herself to the gods. Once again, if he was un-able to have any other children it would leave the Throne heirless and another royal family would take over. It would no longer, concern the rightful blood right to the throne.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 8, 2008 10:23:04 GMT -5
"As you wish daughter, however I wish to speak with you."Alcaeus answered his daughter out loud, watching her serious as she stood before him. She was simply trying to ignore him which he did not like, but respected it. However he had many things to speak with her about, as the marriage he was planning for her. Gracefully he turned looking at the throne beside him, it ones had belonged to the queen, but as she had died it had been left empty for whoever next he chooses. Gentle he showed her to sit, as he stretched out his hand to show her.
Interested he waited if she would come over and sit, cause a lot was to be spoken between him and his daughter. She was an adorable woman that many man would like to have as wife, although she mostly had wished to be alone the past years after her mother had died. It was time to talk about it he thought, cause long had the throne been without am heir and if he could not get a son then she would need to."I know we have had our differences, but I wish to sort them out. And as you know, your now old enough to marry. Your my only hope so far daughter and I would appreciate if you said yes, to marry a man that I think suits for you."He said, wondering what she would answer thought hoped for the best.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 8, 2008 20:31:35 GMT -5
Freya gave her father an impetuous look and rolled her eyes, as he started with the entire lecture about their differences. Indeed, she had such a conversation with him many times, usually he did all the speaking, and it bored her even more when he attempted to use it, to better his life. That just made her loathe him more then she already did.
She made no movement over to her father, except turned her eyes away from him again. Disrespectful, once again. As strong minded as she was, she was not scared of her Father’s punishments, and had accepted them quite eagerly. Knowing that in pained him to have to chastise his only child so.
Then he began to speak of her marrying, she squeezed her hands into a fist. A suitable match he had chosen. HE HAD CHOSEN. Where was her say in all this, except for saying yes or no? If she said no, her father would still force her into it, whether she agreed or not. What choice did she have.
“Mother would never have wanted me to marry a man of your choosing. Why should I accept?” she said with a little bitterness added to her steady tone of voice.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 8, 2008 20:55:56 GMT -5
"Your mother would had obeyed my orders, and she would certainly had agreed to you marring a man of my choosing. She was my wife, my queen and your mother!"Alcaeaus shouted out to his daughter as he stood up from the the seat he owned, serious he watched her. She had started to argue him up and he did not like how she treated him as a father, a daughter was suppose to obey their parents, not to ignore them."If your mother had seen how stubborn you have become, she would be ashamed of you!"He yelled out more, wanting her to understand the serious that he wished to speak with her about.
After her mothers death, she had turned stubborn and ignorant to everything she sat her eye upon, specially her father who she hated most. Mostly she blamed him for the death upon the queen, however it was not true cause he had nothing to do with the drowning. He was at home when it happen, although she still blamed him for unknown reasons. Many times it had eagered his mind, but calm he had been cause a king he was. He only had wished what was best for his daughter, and it was time for her to understand that.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 9, 2008 6:54:58 GMT -5
Freya glared at him. Her face now turned strictly towards him, not even noticing the servants who rushed past trying to get away from the ferocity of the argument. Her blood was boiling, as she clenched her fists tightly together, so hard that anything that may have been in them would be easily crushed. Her eyes were full of anger, despise, vehemence and so much more linked to anger. She was not at all happy that her father tried to act as though he was doing the best for her, when he was only doing it to please himself and his people. Who knows, his advisor might even be telling him to send her off.
“She would only have obeyed them to please you!” she hissed with such a contempt that even frightened herself, “But you were always to ignorant to see how much she tried to please you. While you were off seeking out all those concubines, she stayed here and made sure all matters were taken care of. All you do is think about yourself. And for once, your going to have to out up with someone who chooses their own future!”
She took one small step forward, “Don’t you dare say my mother would be ashamed of me! She raised me to be who I am today. And I don’t care what you have to say about it, because you were never here to raise me despite being your only legitimate child. Who knows how many bastards of yours live in the streets,” she was now at the point, where she spat anything out, “My mother would be proud of me. The one she’d be ashamed of would be you!”
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 10, 2008 12:24:06 GMT -5
Anger rose in him as his daughter shouted out in return, speaking loud how bad father he was. The guards and servants that stood close by watched in shock, as they saw how his daughter spoke to the king. It made him furious, however serious he watched."No! She would not, your mother knew her place in this society and she knew what was right, as right it is for you to have a husband. You are to marry the man I say you shall, cause your my daughter and I your father."He returned with a loud voice, echoed it sounded in the halls as it all turned silent after.
He was close enough to punch her as his anger were above the line, if more would happened he so would but kept stood calm like a father who cared for his daughter he was. However he things she said were true, he didn't know how many bastard children he had in the streets nor had he cared about his wife before she had died. He was sorry it had lead here into drowning, although it was not proved she took her own life. With eyes shocked by his daughter, he looked at her and thought she had quite a temper, but he was not afraid. He was her Superior and father, if needed he would do what it took to get her in right thoughts.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 11, 2008 7:37:22 GMT -5
The Princess had trodden in deep water. However, her feet stood firmly it. Not budging, not blistering. Her eyes were a deep pit of anger, frustration and grief. Still, she had found it unbearable to live in such conditions as she did. She knew she provoked her father’s anger, but he also provoked her. The very sight of him made her grow with anger. How could a man such as he rule an entire empire?
“She knew her place, but she was too god d**n scared to grasp hold of it!” Her father had came closer to her. He had taken that mighty step and confronted her, returning as much stubborn, anger and will as she threw directly back at him, “Sure, marry me to a man of your choosing,” she glared at him, “But I swear I will not be at his side long!”
She spoke with such a fire to her tongue, it was almost as if she was not afraid of the man before her. In truth she feared that he would push her into the same fate as he had her mother. She utterly refused to marry a man she did not love, could not understand, could not speak to and who would not return her affection.
Even if her father wanted one of her children to be his heir, instead of her, she would take everything into her own hands and would not allow him such. She took a step back out of the range of where he would be able to hit her, “And I shall make the betrothal ceremony a clear disaster so that he would not want me.”
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 12, 2008 18:23:25 GMT -5
With the final word Freya spoke, his anger rose more then ever and in surprise he punched his own daughter to the ground. As she laid there in harm he pointed at her, shouting in rage as she had turned him more aggressive with the words she had spoken."You are my daughter and you shall obey my words, if you don't do as I say you will be punished. It is time to end your stubbornness and ignorance to the better, long have you been upset about me but I wish that to end. I am sick of it, you shall marry the man I say!"He said out loud, almost spitting on her as he spoke but turned his back on her when finished speaking he was.
Without one more word he tried to calm himself down by leaning on his throne, looking at the wall in front instead of watching or helping his wounded daughter that laid at floor. Often when she turned him angry he wished to use violence, though always had tried to hide it by looking another way. Now he had failed and had punched his own daughter, it pained him but what else could he had done if she would not listen.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 13, 2008 5:55:46 GMT -5
Freya had been in such a fury, that she had really not expected her father to batter her in such a way. She hit the ground, her head hammering the solid marble floor with a thump. However, she did not react with letting tears sting her eyes and mark their paths along her cheeks. Nor did she cry out in pain. As much as she wanted to, she held it all in, as he pointed at her and carried on with his orders.
Still her eyes glared up at this man, she rarely called father. She watched him turn away from her, and she was glad when those dark and ridiculed eyes turned away from her. However, there was still the strong need to throw back words, and bite back at him. Despite wanting to tear at him more, she hauled herself to a stance, and turned away. One of her ladies servants came to her aid, but Freya held up her signalling the servant to stop and leave her.
“You may marry me to a man of your choosing,” she said with a spiteful manner, “All the same, I will not be at his side very long,” with those as her last words, she began to walk away. Not intending to be in this company any longer. As she took a step forward she felt slightly dizzy, however she made no physical motion that would expose it. She dis-allowed herself to show any signs of weakness. To have a weakness, was to allow your enemies a victory. If your enemies found a weakness, they would use it against them and conquer them. Gaining a victory for themselves.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 13, 2008 8:36:24 GMT -5
Silent Alcaeaus stood turned with his back against her as his daughter stood up to leave, he did not care cause enough he had of it. She made him so angry at times and it frustrated him, he only wished for her to have be happy but whatever he did it always made her the opposite. If she only for ones could do as he said, to listen to him and do as he wanted her to do. In anger he tried to calm down while he looked another way, he was tired and wished peace in his house and family. Better it would be to have her married away quicker then sooner, then he would not at least be seeing her so much.
When she stood up and were about to leave, he listened to the words she spoke. It angered him, but he did nothing then leaving her alone. He just wished her to go away for now, he did not want to see her in sometime, not before he had found her a suitable husband so she could run away with.
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Post by Lady Freya on Jan 18, 2008 8:47:47 GMT -5
A few days had passed since the argument between King and Princess, more commonly known as Father and Daughter. Ever since then, they had not shared company, and it was believed that Princess Freya had locked herself in her chambers. That was indeed untrue. The day after, she had left with an escort of guards and a Ladies servant for Rome.
They had been sworn to secrecy, and word did not come back until a few days later. When Archon, Freya’s main Guard was able to send a herald to alert the King of where she was bound. Freya had always wanted to visit Rome, both her and her mother. So, with an argument it triggered her into going.
The herald came to the Palace, the words Archon had given him clear in his head. The young herald came forth to the King, “My Lord. I have a message for you. From Archon, The Princesses Guardian, Sir.”
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Jan 31, 2008 8:48:01 GMT -5
In peace the king of Carthage wished to be after the arguing he had some days ago had with his own daughter, it angered him that she never would listen to what he had to say but still he tried to hold onto her. However he had recently sent a messenger to Egypt, to ask if the Pharaoh there would accept his daughter in marriage for a strong alliance between their countries. Still no words had returned, but as he on watch were he quickly saw a guard that entered with words on mind.
When he saw the servant bow before him, he watched curious as he wondered what it all could be about, but when he spoke he got a clue what it could be."Speak, guard! What news do you bring your king about my daughter?"He asked, waiting for an answer as interested he were about it and worried.
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