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Post by Lady Freya on Feb 2, 2008 7:42:55 GMT -5
The young serf trembled when the Carthaginian King commanded him to speak. He’d never been in the presence of a King before, so this was truly a first time experience. The young messenger wanted to make sure that his message was correct. In every shape and form.
“My Lord,” he began to speak, “The Guardian of Princess Freya, your most respected guard Archon intends that you know… That the Princess, and a number of her private escorts have made way for Rome. Master Archon says that she is likely t be running away, yet is covering it with a wish to ensure that peace remains between Rome and Carthage. He says, that upon your command he will forcefully return the Princess to Rome as soon as he can. My Lord, this message is a few days old, however I got it to you the fastest possible way, I assure you.”
Now the young man waited for a reply, a burst of fury or worry. It was his first time he’d been in front of royalty, yet he seemed rather pleased with his own performance. If The King requested that he return a message to Archon, then he knew his message had been respected by the King.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Feb 3, 2008 9:55:08 GMT -5
As the words were spoken by the messenger, it eagered the king more as further he got in his sentences. His hand got tightened like a fist, but punching he did not before the words were finally finished. In quick speed he rose up from seat, as he before with anger slammed his fist into his chair without carrying about getting hurt."What! My daughter, gone to Rome! That can not be...ahh."He shouted out, as he with great strength kicked down the stake of torch that stood at his side. The flames and stones that had been in it were spread across the floor, but soon the servant went to secure the area for further fire."If she thinks she can leave without my permission then she is wrong, Rome and Carthage has none alliance, nor will it. Tell her escort to bring her back to me, cause she is to be married with the Pharaoh of Egypt. If she don't come, I will come myself and burn the city of Rome to the ground."He said out loud, making sure the messenger got it all.
In fury he went around the floor, worried and deep in thoughts about what to do. If Rome would not give his daughter back, then war would appear. The army he controlled were larger then theirs, thought stronger at sea then at ground. Hopefully it all would turn well, and the Egyptians would not be eagered by her disappearance.
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Post by Lady Freya on Feb 4, 2008 3:58:54 GMT -5
The messenger jumped as the King rose and battered the chair and subjects about him. It was truly a reaction of anger, and it frightened the young messenger to the point of trembling, and clenching his teeth. He stood as still as possible, trying not to seem concerned about the King’s behaviour. He took a deep breath and listened to what the King wished for him to recite and pass back to Archon, so obviously his services had been pleasing. Trustworthy it seemed to.
He nodded to the King, “As you wish my Lord. Your words will be passed on to the Guardian of the Princess as quickly as possible.”
The servant then left at a quick pace, wanting to get out of the room. Fearing that he might be displaced by the King’s anger at his daughter leaving without his permission. She certainly had some nerves on her that woman, for the King was a vicious man, when things did not go as he pleased.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Feb 4, 2008 10:03:17 GMT -5
Alcaeus the king was in real anger by the news he had been given, thought as the messenger responded he listened with a serious look on his face. With a slight nod, he lot him go. Cause his daughter he wanted back, before the Egyptians would be inpatient by waiting. If they got angered on Carthage it would lead to a brutal war between them, something he did not want. However since Freya were now in Rome, he would not give up before she were back. If the romans would not take her back, he would go and fight them with all the power Carthage had at sea and land. As he tried to be calm, he sat himself down upon the throne and waited for further news.
Some hours later a servant came rushing in, it was a boy who had news for the king. It was not about his daughter, but someone else who had entered the land he owned. News about a spy were told, but as angered he were from before, the more he got. The spy was female, thought it did not change his mind. Those who had captured her were ordered to bring her in, with that told a group of soldiers entered. In chains they had locked the spy, and in brutal ways they brought her in."Hail, king of Carthage!"The soldiers shouted and rose out their hand to greet their king, in respect they bowed but as soon it was done they brought the female prisoner up to Alcaeus."This is the spy, sire."The captain guard spoke to the king.
"Is it?"The king responded, but seriously he watched the girl who was brought up to him. She did not seem like an ordinary spy, but if his men told she were, he believed it."And what causes this woman, to spy on my land? Have we grown such in power, that we make countries close jealous?"He spoke and asked, wondering what she did there if she truly were a spy.
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Post by Dibella Valientia on Feb 4, 2008 20:11:32 GMT -5
Dibella was furious that she was arrested and put in chains. How dare them call her a spy, just because she was from a different country. When she was brought into the throne-room, her eyes went to the king as she was dragged towards him. When the guards pushed her towards him, she yanked herself out of their grip. "Get your hands off me." Dibella said threateningly as her eyes went to the king when he spoke to her.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself." Dibella said. Her anger was only natural, since she was falsely arrested and accused of being a spy. Sparta didn't need spies. "I wasn't even spying. Apparently I can't look around at the shops before being accused of spying, especially by this pigs." Dibella yelled as her glaring eyes went to the guards. When one of the guards tried to grab her again, she kicked at him. "I told you not to touch me." Dibella growled. "If you must know the truth..." Dibella said as she turned around to face the king. "I am a diplomat from Corinth, but I am not here on diplomatic negotiations. I just wanted to visit another country. Now I know what happens here in Carthage. Just because someone is from another country, they are accused of being a spy." Dibella said, her eyes going to his. A bit paranoid if you ask me. Dibella thought to herself as she looked at him.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Feb 4, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
Curiously Alcaeus watched the woman who was brought forth before him, but as she answered to the question he asked, he listened careful. She did not seem to like being captured by soldiers who thought her as a spy, but that was understandable if she was innocent. However the guards who tried to hold onto her got rough teached by how she responded. When she finished her words, the king in return spoke with a gaze of kindness."If what you say is true, that you came only to visit, then I don't get why my soldiers believed you to be a spy? Is there anyone who can prove what you say is truth, if not then I have no other choice then keep you prisoned. Intruders we can not let in without being handled, I trust my soldiers but I know sometimes they can exaggerate."
He was a kind king, unlike to others who mostly liked power more then anything else. Like the Spartans, he believed in honor and respect for everyone. If she had done nothing wrong, then he gladly would set her free. Enough trouble had happened and he was tired of it, peace and quiet was what he wished for even business still were to be handled out. With the great responsibility he had by ruling Carthage, he had to make sure all went as it should. Having spies in the kingdom, were something they hated even soldiers often made up things to keep others there.
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 8, 2008 8:17:11 GMT -5
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After a good two weeks away from her place of origin. An amazing two weeks, Freya was finally forced by Archon to return home. There was nothing that tied Freya to Carthage anymore, nothing that made her call it home. She could think of nothing more then Marcus, and wanting to be within his arms. Carthage now, was simply a blur or memory in her life, which apart from her dislike and contempt of it, she must return too.
Freya was dressed in a black robe, given to her by Marcus’s house. A symbol of friendship and good luck as he had said before all. However, only Freya knew the true meaning to it. It was the dress, that they had shared their first evening in, and she would treasure it, for the rest of her life. No matter the cost. Her golden hair, hung loosely down her back, and over her shoulders, a few beautiful flowers ornamented her hair.
A pleasant aroma of roses had touched her body, and her entire essence was one that had been relaxed and returned to its former glory. Yet now, that would all suddenly come to a halt and severe drop. Freya knew all to well why Archon had insisted on her return. Her father had a suitor for her. She swallowed a deep gulp of air, and as she came to the Throne Room to present herself before her Father once again, she let her hand brush against the necklace Marcus had also given her. Her heart’s joy. It would give her strength, and the memories would secure her in such moments as these.
The doors opened, Archon took her arm, and they walked into the great hall. Her father was seated in his Throne. Perhaps to demonstrate his power. When they reached him only Archon bowed, and met the King’s eyes. Freya’s diverted to another place.
Another fight was to come of this. It prodded at her. The sure anger burned in her. She dreaded the moment her Father spoke that he had given her to another. Yet, what must come must. She could not stop it. It was not in her power. The gods could use her as a chess piece and throw her about, but her strength would not leave her. Not while she had Marcus. At least she hoped she would not be broken.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Mar 8, 2008 9:55:26 GMT -5
With the news of Freya returning to Carthage, Alcaeus had decided to wait on her in the throne room. From the chair he sat upon, watching. He curiously waited, but in anger as so much had happened cause of her. When his daughter and her company entered, he in fury looked at them. Thought slightly nodded to Archon who bowed before him, but when he saw Freya did not care he decided to speak out loud as he at the same time stood up."Daughter, welcome home"He started, walking down from his throne and went over to where she stood."Do you know what you have caused your kingdom, your people. You have made war, between us and Rome!"Alcaeus shouted right into her face, in deep anger as upset he was.
Suddenly in rage he punched her to the ground, but looking down at her as he continued speaking. The others who stood around was shocked by the sudden deeds, thought wished to do nothing as feared their king was."Who had allowed you to go, I had ordered you to stay home and still you disobey me. Well after this we sure need a strong alliance to keep our land safe, therefor you are to be married with the Pharaoh of Egypt."He said, but stood up straight and went back to sit upon the throne. To look at her with serious eyes, wanting her to do as her father told for ones.
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 9, 2008 2:44:58 GMT -5
Freya kept her distance from her father. She knew that if he came within reach of her, he would strike her. Like he did with her mother, like he did with servants, like he had done to her many times past. She did not match her eyes with his. She would not give him the chance to over power her again. However, as he rose from his seat, and came her way, she stood her ground. To cower from his movements would show fear and hesitation. He yelled at her slightly turned away face, his voice louder then she had heard it before. Yet, that may be just because she had not heard it for sometime. Then his hand hit her, with such a force to knock her to the ground. No-one came to her aid, no-one even checked to see if she was ok. Her hands stopped her fall, and for a moment she just sat on the ground starring at the ground.
His voice still screaming at her. She seemed to ignore it, and showed nothing. No emotion to make him feel like he had won. Her hand reached to the side of her head, that would surely bruise, as the pain began to reach out. After a moment, she stood up. Her stance returning to one of rank and fearlessness, “I do not need your permission to go where I will,” she said with stubbornness. She knew it would aggravate him more, but what harm could possibly come to her now? He would not brutally bash her, because she was to wed the Pharaoh of Egypt, and it would just be a disgrace to Carthage if she was handed to Egypt black and blue.
“The war between Carthage and Rome is none of my doing!” she yelled back at him, “This war has been coming for the past 3 years,” She pointed her finger at him, “But you, the egotistical King have been to busy with concubines to see that! I did not go to Rome to anger you or bring war to my homeland. I went to seek a white flag! How dare you accuse me of causing this war!”
Archon came over and placed a hand on her shoulder, to calm her down, but she just brushed it off. She was in the heat of her own fury, fuelled by her despair, “Give me to Egypt,” she growled, “Give me to Pharaoh! At least I will no longer have to put up with your filth!” she screamed.
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Mar 10, 2008 18:39:22 GMT -5
"Then so be it!"Alcaeus shouted out in return as he stood watching her in anger, the things she said to him did not please him at all but soon she would not be his burden to care anymore."You shall marry the Pharaoh of Egypt and we both will have peace from one another, your threats and stubbornness have caused me enough trouble already. You shall obey me, like you one day shall obey your new husband!" He spoke in hate, but at the same time felt sad about how it all had turned out to be. If ever her mother had still lived then all would been different, then no trouble would had appeared between them.
However Alcaeus still blamed his daughter for the cause of war, even it truly was his fault. Freya who in the youngest age had been such a nice girl had now turned completely different, she was not herself. None of them were after her mother died, although many believed it was Alcaeus who had caused the accident in happening. Stories told she had drowned at sea by suicide cause of broken heart, even he knew that was not partly true. The day she had been on sea was a stormy day, which had caused the ship heavily damage and throwed the queen off board. Alcaeus believed his daughter knew the true reason, thought it seemed she never would accept it. Now as she was to be married with the Pharaoh of Egypt, then never again they would need to meet. At least he would have peace, as so would she.
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 12, 2008 5:15:07 GMT -5
Freya glared at her father. She still clamped her hand to the side of her face, her father had struck. The pain still issuing itself and throwing it out at all angles. She listened to her Father, without intervening what he said. His anger had already reached a height, “I will never obey you!” she said robustly, “I will never obey anyone. Too many lives are lost that way, I will not allow mine to be forfeited by some crazy fool like you!”
She was searching for all the weaknesses that she knew would anger her father. She wanted him to feel as much pain as possible, because there was no way she was ever going to submit to him. Never. She withdrew her arm from Archon’s grip, quite quickly. Her fist had clenched ready to throw it at him, but she took a deep breath to calm herself.
“You better hope that I do not do the honourable thing and murder myself in my chambers tonight!” she turned away, and began walking out. She took a few silent steps to the door, balancing her proud stance once again. Then she turned around to see the King still on his throne, “I hope that I am barren! So, that none of your lines pass through me! I hate you!”
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Mar 13, 2008 12:25:42 GMT -5
Freya`s father was shocked in rage an anger after she had deared to respond him after everything she had done, his strict look in face glared at her in silence as she spoke but said nothing in return. He knew how much his daughter hated him, altough that seemed impossible to change with all that had happened. Most of all he wanted their relationship to be normal again, but after the death of her mother that could never turn. As she was almost to punch him, Alcaeus still sat silent upon his throne. If she had punched then worse the situation truly would had gone, the law simply told that if anyone where to harm the king then the person risked to lose a limb of the body. However by everything she said it did hurt him, even good hidden he tried to keep himself from showing it.
When she threatened to kill herself, the king got worried but doubted she would do it. He knew how much she liked to live, even a lot she hated him. As she turned to leave, he watched as deeply frusterated he got by her words. His own disliked him, it was nothing what he wanted it to be. Hopefully when she had married the Pharoah that was chosen for her, then maybe things would go better. Parhaps she even would like the man and give birth to an heir one day, even she did not want any child to be born cause of her father. After she left and the doors was closed, he with a nod ordered stronger protection over her.
(Shall we now enter the palace of Egypt, where you are to be handed over?)
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Post by Lady Freya on Mar 14, 2008 6:36:17 GMT -5
(Sure. I will start the post.)
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Post by Alcaeus Destono on Mar 15, 2008 4:34:57 GMT -5
(Good, I`ll post as soon I can.)
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