Post by King Adam Aberdeen I on May 20, 2010 4:37:27 GMT -6
The day was bright and early, much too early for the markets to be open, but shop hands readying for the start of the day. People who looked but said nothing as Ealora made her way through the streets towards the castle. She had sent a request the day prior to have a private audience with the King. News was quickly spreading like wildfire about the newest fight between the General and his wife in the underdark and how the General had cold-cokeed the pirate Peregrine, and his wife had refused to leave and chose the pirate instead. Rumors were all ready simmering in the belly of Skye about how the General's wife was losing her mind and so this added bit of detail was just another log to the fire.
People in windows shied away as Ealora passed, least they catch her eye and merchants uncovering their carts in the street offered only strained smiles before their eyes turned to their work. Ealora did not mind that they didn't want to talk or acknowledge her. It only annoyed her that the privacy she wished of her life just wasn't as private as she wanted it to be. She would have understood if the people feared for their lives from her crazy spats but this was gossip and the people seemed to love it, clinging to it like a drunk clung to their alcohol. If only she had that addiction. Hers was much worse. She craved blood.
At least the guards standing duty at the gates of the Castle didn't give looks much different then they would the next person. Suspicious but standing stock and on duty until trouble called for their attention. Though summer was not far away, she wore her Captain's coat, black with long sleeves and trimmed in Gold to honor Skye, or so it seemed. The coat was old, faded a bit but at least she would wear it in honor of Skye as much as she could, that was if someone asked. The ends flapped against the back of her knees as she climbed up to the door passing the guard who allowed her through. Lack? Of course not, she had sent notice beforehand, at least this wasn't a surprised visit since Ealora never conversed with the King past the occasional tavern visit and that had been some time ago.
"Lady Asad Aziem, you must relieve your weapons before you greet the King." One of the guards spoke meeting her past the door. Reaching forward to clasp her wrist before jerking back as she looked at him.
Ealora's eyes turned darkly at the man as the opening of her coat displayed the sword at her side but hiding the twin sai's sheathed at her backside. "Let’s get a few things straight. Number one, it's Captain. Number two, the name is Ealora; and Number three, now that one is the most important, you put your hand on me again and we're going to have a problem. We don't now, but there will be. An if you think, as a loyal citizen of Skye for many years now, I would harm the King, then you're crazier then I am...now take me to him."
It was obvious she was not going to give them up and so the guard led the way down the halls, really Ealora was not paying attention at this point until the guard opened a door and ushered her through.
"She wouldn't relieve her weapons your majesty." The guard tattled on Ealora.
Ealora merely grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest and cokeed her head with a bit of an attitude to it. "Well... you can try, but its not going to be pretty…"
Adam was in his chambers when the request came… and he smiled at the note. It had been a long time since he had seen the pirate… let alone the wife of the Lord General. Rumors were often dispelled by Adam, as Mo’r Triath, as being personal between the Lord General and his wife; as long as it did not hamper the general’s performance. but now as King, he had a request upon his desk that Captain Ealora desired an audience with the new King.
Prior to the appointed time, Adam, dressed in the black and gold leathers of the King, the bequethed emblems of stately powers around his neck, walked into the Great Hall and sat upon the dais where two thrones were mounted. Motioning the valets away, he nodded to the guard at the door and the doors opened.
“Nae need commander… Cap’n Ealora is welcomed…” he waved the guard commander away with a flick of the wrist… Adam wanted to smirk at the way Ealora handled the guards, but he refrained from showing his emotion… and the doors were closed with just them two in the Hall. Adam, upon the throne, looked far across the Hall as Ealora stood her back toward the door as she turned around slowly.
“Cap’n Ealora… advance…”
As the formalities were dispensed with, Adam stood and stepped off the dais and walked down the steps to the floor, where he held out open arms… “Ealora… mae goot friend an’ loyal supporter, how may Ah assist yae…?”
Ealora's grin chased away the commander who scowled darkly at Ealora that she should win and he should loose in the bid for her weapons. As the door closed, her arms fell from under her breasts and her feet pressed upon the floor and turned her body back towards Adam and waited. He called her forward and Ealora's feet moved despite the hesitation in her mind. Hesitation in that this was funny to her in some way, it had been years since she had been under the command of someone. Even Maahes never commanded her. She was as some referred like a storm, unable to catch and hold in their hands, unable to be tamed, wild and thrashing at times and gentle and soothing the next. Eirian had described her as the underside of all elements, beautiful to admire but to chaotic to touch without lessons. It fit.
"Your Majesty" She purred with that dangerous and yet alluring smile playing over her lips as she bowed slightly at the waist. "I would curtsy but seeing as..." and she paused to look down at her trousers and then back up at him. "Would be awkward yes?"
Pausing in the middle of the room, that grin was still present on her lips as Adam stepped off the dais and moved towards her with open arms. Slowly one slender brow arched upward as if she were wondering if he expected a hug from her. That to was quite humorous to Ealora. There was still a wild and crazy fire to the celadon eyes that beheld the King but armed or not she would never harm the King, not on intention. She was getting quite good at knowing her limits and when she should walk away when the shadows of her mind got to crazy and her actions threatened not to be her own anymore.
It was more of a gentlemanly bow than a curtsy, and he smiled as she spoke… “Aye lass, t’would be awkward…” He would have hugged her if she displayed a better expression upon her face, but the business-like look caused his hands to pat against her shoulders as he would a man… “Sae wot bae the reason yae seek mae audience…”
Her grin slowly faded into one of seriousness and business as slowly her arms wound behind her back, atop the coat to give the impression there was no danger here because quite frankly her weapons were within the coat and the way the Captain's coat pulled backward her sword was glittering at her waist and there it would stay. At least Ealora hoped it would.
"Straight to the point, I like and admire that." Her lips pulled into a grin again before her lips fell into a serious line once more. "I've come to ask your Majesty for a divorce from the Lord General of Skye."
Assuming the usual stance, head erect, shoulders square, feet spread apart, his hand cupped one over the other at his lower back, he cants his head at her. “A divorce?” he turns and motions her toward a chair… “Sit please…” Adam would assume a comfortable position, not one as a King might expect, but as a friend… “Yae ask faer a divorce as one of his duties as a new King?” shaking his head a bit… “Ealora, Ah assume yae dun thought this thru…?”
Shifting in the chair, he looks at her. “Ah heard reports of family distress… baet Ah dun think t’was this bad… Can yae explain why yae think this is the best alternative?”
She was expecting surprise. Most people who knew now had been quite surprised at the news but she was thankful the only people who did know so far were people she wanted to know. At least this part of her life was still private and the rumors going around weren't from facts but speculation. As he motioned to the chair, her eyes fell to it, her feet jerked and then paused waiting till he lead the way and then slowly falling into it with a heavy sigh.
"You think I would come and ask it of you if I hadn't thought it through?" She questioned in return as she lay her elbows against her knees and leaned forward while her hands clasped between the open space between her legs. It was as relaxed as she was going to get.
Adam sat in the chair, his elbows upon his knees, his hands together, fingers interlaced, as he listened to Ealora. “Aye, Ah guess naet lass…”
As he said he had reports of family distress, she had to let out a laugh. "Keeping tabs on your families so they don't bring you shame?" It was as much an accusation as it was a question. Why would there be reports about her marriage with Maahes? Because he was Lord General and it was important he keeps his mind on business when he was on the grounds? Perhaps so and in a more stable mind she wouldn't of find such offense in the statement that was likely not meant to be cruel.
“Shame? Keeping tabs?” Adam smirked… “Aye, keepin’ tabs on mae Lord General… should he falter, then much can be at stake, ‘specially naew wit internal clan strife… smugglers off mae coast, and mae enemies sae close…” he shakes his head… “Nae tabs upon yae though… and I faer nae shame from none but mae own doin’…” then he smiled.
Her head dipped and her thumbs the only fingers not locked together pressed against her forehead and rubbed back and forth for a moment before her head rose again. "Why I think this is the best alternative? It’s this or kill him, logically this was the best decision as I doubt the people would like very much their Lord General murdered, not to mention our children. Want to leave my kids without their mother? Murder is a sure fire way to a beheading too."
His head would move, his eyes would blink, but he would say nothing… and upon the murder comment, he canted his head and narrowed his eyes.
Unlocking her fingers, she clapped her hands together in a awkward silence before letting out another sigh as she leaned up to press her back against the chair. "What do you expect me to say? Give you the whole sad sob story about how he doesn't understand me anymore? The truth is, he doesn't. I'm sick, Adam" Yes she was using his name instead of his title. "and I don't mean I have a cold. There are times when I can't control my rage and it’s so great I could kill the next person just to frown at me. I see things that aren't there. Feel like I am living in the past. I talk to people who aren't there, people who are dead.An his answer for that? I'm making a fool of him. We haven't shared a bed in over half a year and it’s not because we have six kids. Neither of us wants to touch the other."
“Ah bae sorry such malady has visited yae M’Lady… and aye, sounds like yae bae sick… Sae yae knaew, Lady Aislin and her crew has been doin’ soom research on the mind… and if’n ya wish, Ah can find a place in the Infirmary tae soot yaer needs…” he could see her displeasure, and shrugged a bit…
Slapping her hands against her knees, she pushed shoving her weight up from the chair. She wasn't much of a sitter and never had been not to mention she had never been fond of four walls. In five years in Skye, that had not changed. There was a lot she wasn't saying but it wasn't relevant to why she wanted or divorce or really, it wasn't that she wanted to admit them. "I know what this will do to our children. It's not going to be easy for them but its better then subjecting them to their parents always fighting. Even the older ones have begun to notice how we're hardly ever together anymore. At least that's the last I understood. I haven't seen them for a while, I don't even want to think about the number of days it’s been. He doesn't want me around them and part of me understands it. I beat their nanny to a bloody pulp because she told my son Issa he wasn't wanted. I would have killed her had Maahes not pulled me off her." Her fingers curled to her palms creating a fist as she spoke. She understood he was trying to protect them but she had warned him once about ever trying to take their kids from her. Thoughts turned to Red Wall and she could imagine the building ablaze with a fire she set. A humph left her lips with the thought and her lips curled into a wicked grin. It wasn't such a bad idea right now.
The new king shook his head… for now he had shorn his crown and lended an ear as a friend… “Ealora darlin’… Ah nae be a physician, nor a priest… baet Ah am a friend…”
"I'll not stay married to a man who thinks my sickness is making a fool of him and this will leave him open to find someone worthy of being the Lord General's wife, if that's what he wants. It will give me the freedom to be who I am, not who I try to be. It's the freedom I need right now. Hopefully to get better." Turning towards him again, it was as if she was seeing him again for the first time, as if realizing where she was and that he was in the room.
Moving to the chair again she slid down into it and leaned her elbows onto her knees once again. "It's not like he doesn't know, we both agreed this is what we want." Her fingers locked again, her eyes raised to lock with his. "Adam, do not make us both suffer a marriage neither of us want any longer."
He stands and moves to her, his hands upon her arms… “Ah, am yer friend… and if Maahes ‘as nae reprisal, than Ah shall grant the divorce…” He drops his hands and begins to pace… “I have had many thought of yae lately, lass… and this makes my asking much much easier…” he cokes his head and looks at her…
“The Nations ‘as many good sailors… Lord Admiral has retired, and the new one has yet been selected… Lord de la Costas is still running freight to the Far East… baet wot Ah require is a bold and daring, cold-hearted sea captain to run a pirate ship… and where yae be goin’… none o’Skye kin help…” he turned and looked at her, his hands upon his hips.
“Captain Ealora…? Can yae and the Shadow Storm leave in two days… Ah need yae to roam the Berber Coast… sink all the Berber ships… nay under the flag o’ the Griffin, but the skull n crossbones… wit nae letter of Marque… If'n yaer caught, then t'will bae the gallows faer yae...” he paused. “This divorce shall bae arranged… and yer freedom granted… and all yae plunder from Berber and Spanish ships bae yaers… This should help wit the binges o’murderous thoughts yae may have…” he canted his head. “Dae yae accept the challenge?”
People in windows shied away as Ealora passed, least they catch her eye and merchants uncovering their carts in the street offered only strained smiles before their eyes turned to their work. Ealora did not mind that they didn't want to talk or acknowledge her. It only annoyed her that the privacy she wished of her life just wasn't as private as she wanted it to be. She would have understood if the people feared for their lives from her crazy spats but this was gossip and the people seemed to love it, clinging to it like a drunk clung to their alcohol. If only she had that addiction. Hers was much worse. She craved blood.
At least the guards standing duty at the gates of the Castle didn't give looks much different then they would the next person. Suspicious but standing stock and on duty until trouble called for their attention. Though summer was not far away, she wore her Captain's coat, black with long sleeves and trimmed in Gold to honor Skye, or so it seemed. The coat was old, faded a bit but at least she would wear it in honor of Skye as much as she could, that was if someone asked. The ends flapped against the back of her knees as she climbed up to the door passing the guard who allowed her through. Lack? Of course not, she had sent notice beforehand, at least this wasn't a surprised visit since Ealora never conversed with the King past the occasional tavern visit and that had been some time ago.
"Lady Asad Aziem, you must relieve your weapons before you greet the King." One of the guards spoke meeting her past the door. Reaching forward to clasp her wrist before jerking back as she looked at him.
Ealora's eyes turned darkly at the man as the opening of her coat displayed the sword at her side but hiding the twin sai's sheathed at her backside. "Let’s get a few things straight. Number one, it's Captain. Number two, the name is Ealora; and Number three, now that one is the most important, you put your hand on me again and we're going to have a problem. We don't now, but there will be. An if you think, as a loyal citizen of Skye for many years now, I would harm the King, then you're crazier then I am...now take me to him."
It was obvious she was not going to give them up and so the guard led the way down the halls, really Ealora was not paying attention at this point until the guard opened a door and ushered her through.
"She wouldn't relieve her weapons your majesty." The guard tattled on Ealora.
Ealora merely grinned as she crossed her arms over her chest and cokeed her head with a bit of an attitude to it. "Well... you can try, but its not going to be pretty…"
Adam was in his chambers when the request came… and he smiled at the note. It had been a long time since he had seen the pirate… let alone the wife of the Lord General. Rumors were often dispelled by Adam, as Mo’r Triath, as being personal between the Lord General and his wife; as long as it did not hamper the general’s performance. but now as King, he had a request upon his desk that Captain Ealora desired an audience with the new King.
Prior to the appointed time, Adam, dressed in the black and gold leathers of the King, the bequethed emblems of stately powers around his neck, walked into the Great Hall and sat upon the dais where two thrones were mounted. Motioning the valets away, he nodded to the guard at the door and the doors opened.
“Nae need commander… Cap’n Ealora is welcomed…” he waved the guard commander away with a flick of the wrist… Adam wanted to smirk at the way Ealora handled the guards, but he refrained from showing his emotion… and the doors were closed with just them two in the Hall. Adam, upon the throne, looked far across the Hall as Ealora stood her back toward the door as she turned around slowly.
“Cap’n Ealora… advance…”
As the formalities were dispensed with, Adam stood and stepped off the dais and walked down the steps to the floor, where he held out open arms… “Ealora… mae goot friend an’ loyal supporter, how may Ah assist yae…?”
Ealora's grin chased away the commander who scowled darkly at Ealora that she should win and he should loose in the bid for her weapons. As the door closed, her arms fell from under her breasts and her feet pressed upon the floor and turned her body back towards Adam and waited. He called her forward and Ealora's feet moved despite the hesitation in her mind. Hesitation in that this was funny to her in some way, it had been years since she had been under the command of someone. Even Maahes never commanded her. She was as some referred like a storm, unable to catch and hold in their hands, unable to be tamed, wild and thrashing at times and gentle and soothing the next. Eirian had described her as the underside of all elements, beautiful to admire but to chaotic to touch without lessons. It fit.
"Your Majesty" She purred with that dangerous and yet alluring smile playing over her lips as she bowed slightly at the waist. "I would curtsy but seeing as..." and she paused to look down at her trousers and then back up at him. "Would be awkward yes?"
Pausing in the middle of the room, that grin was still present on her lips as Adam stepped off the dais and moved towards her with open arms. Slowly one slender brow arched upward as if she were wondering if he expected a hug from her. That to was quite humorous to Ealora. There was still a wild and crazy fire to the celadon eyes that beheld the King but armed or not she would never harm the King, not on intention. She was getting quite good at knowing her limits and when she should walk away when the shadows of her mind got to crazy and her actions threatened not to be her own anymore.
It was more of a gentlemanly bow than a curtsy, and he smiled as she spoke… “Aye lass, t’would be awkward…” He would have hugged her if she displayed a better expression upon her face, but the business-like look caused his hands to pat against her shoulders as he would a man… “Sae wot bae the reason yae seek mae audience…”
Her grin slowly faded into one of seriousness and business as slowly her arms wound behind her back, atop the coat to give the impression there was no danger here because quite frankly her weapons were within the coat and the way the Captain's coat pulled backward her sword was glittering at her waist and there it would stay. At least Ealora hoped it would.
"Straight to the point, I like and admire that." Her lips pulled into a grin again before her lips fell into a serious line once more. "I've come to ask your Majesty for a divorce from the Lord General of Skye."
Assuming the usual stance, head erect, shoulders square, feet spread apart, his hand cupped one over the other at his lower back, he cants his head at her. “A divorce?” he turns and motions her toward a chair… “Sit please…” Adam would assume a comfortable position, not one as a King might expect, but as a friend… “Yae ask faer a divorce as one of his duties as a new King?” shaking his head a bit… “Ealora, Ah assume yae dun thought this thru…?”
Shifting in the chair, he looks at her. “Ah heard reports of family distress… baet Ah dun think t’was this bad… Can yae explain why yae think this is the best alternative?”
She was expecting surprise. Most people who knew now had been quite surprised at the news but she was thankful the only people who did know so far were people she wanted to know. At least this part of her life was still private and the rumors going around weren't from facts but speculation. As he motioned to the chair, her eyes fell to it, her feet jerked and then paused waiting till he lead the way and then slowly falling into it with a heavy sigh.
"You think I would come and ask it of you if I hadn't thought it through?" She questioned in return as she lay her elbows against her knees and leaned forward while her hands clasped between the open space between her legs. It was as relaxed as she was going to get.
Adam sat in the chair, his elbows upon his knees, his hands together, fingers interlaced, as he listened to Ealora. “Aye, Ah guess naet lass…”
As he said he had reports of family distress, she had to let out a laugh. "Keeping tabs on your families so they don't bring you shame?" It was as much an accusation as it was a question. Why would there be reports about her marriage with Maahes? Because he was Lord General and it was important he keeps his mind on business when he was on the grounds? Perhaps so and in a more stable mind she wouldn't of find such offense in the statement that was likely not meant to be cruel.
“Shame? Keeping tabs?” Adam smirked… “Aye, keepin’ tabs on mae Lord General… should he falter, then much can be at stake, ‘specially naew wit internal clan strife… smugglers off mae coast, and mae enemies sae close…” he shakes his head… “Nae tabs upon yae though… and I faer nae shame from none but mae own doin’…” then he smiled.
Her head dipped and her thumbs the only fingers not locked together pressed against her forehead and rubbed back and forth for a moment before her head rose again. "Why I think this is the best alternative? It’s this or kill him, logically this was the best decision as I doubt the people would like very much their Lord General murdered, not to mention our children. Want to leave my kids without their mother? Murder is a sure fire way to a beheading too."
His head would move, his eyes would blink, but he would say nothing… and upon the murder comment, he canted his head and narrowed his eyes.
Unlocking her fingers, she clapped her hands together in a awkward silence before letting out another sigh as she leaned up to press her back against the chair. "What do you expect me to say? Give you the whole sad sob story about how he doesn't understand me anymore? The truth is, he doesn't. I'm sick, Adam" Yes she was using his name instead of his title. "and I don't mean I have a cold. There are times when I can't control my rage and it’s so great I could kill the next person just to frown at me. I see things that aren't there. Feel like I am living in the past. I talk to people who aren't there, people who are dead.An his answer for that? I'm making a fool of him. We haven't shared a bed in over half a year and it’s not because we have six kids. Neither of us wants to touch the other."
“Ah bae sorry such malady has visited yae M’Lady… and aye, sounds like yae bae sick… Sae yae knaew, Lady Aislin and her crew has been doin’ soom research on the mind… and if’n ya wish, Ah can find a place in the Infirmary tae soot yaer needs…” he could see her displeasure, and shrugged a bit…
Slapping her hands against her knees, she pushed shoving her weight up from the chair. She wasn't much of a sitter and never had been not to mention she had never been fond of four walls. In five years in Skye, that had not changed. There was a lot she wasn't saying but it wasn't relevant to why she wanted or divorce or really, it wasn't that she wanted to admit them. "I know what this will do to our children. It's not going to be easy for them but its better then subjecting them to their parents always fighting. Even the older ones have begun to notice how we're hardly ever together anymore. At least that's the last I understood. I haven't seen them for a while, I don't even want to think about the number of days it’s been. He doesn't want me around them and part of me understands it. I beat their nanny to a bloody pulp because she told my son Issa he wasn't wanted. I would have killed her had Maahes not pulled me off her." Her fingers curled to her palms creating a fist as she spoke. She understood he was trying to protect them but she had warned him once about ever trying to take their kids from her. Thoughts turned to Red Wall and she could imagine the building ablaze with a fire she set. A humph left her lips with the thought and her lips curled into a wicked grin. It wasn't such a bad idea right now.
The new king shook his head… for now he had shorn his crown and lended an ear as a friend… “Ealora darlin’… Ah nae be a physician, nor a priest… baet Ah am a friend…”
"I'll not stay married to a man who thinks my sickness is making a fool of him and this will leave him open to find someone worthy of being the Lord General's wife, if that's what he wants. It will give me the freedom to be who I am, not who I try to be. It's the freedom I need right now. Hopefully to get better." Turning towards him again, it was as if she was seeing him again for the first time, as if realizing where she was and that he was in the room.
Moving to the chair again she slid down into it and leaned her elbows onto her knees once again. "It's not like he doesn't know, we both agreed this is what we want." Her fingers locked again, her eyes raised to lock with his. "Adam, do not make us both suffer a marriage neither of us want any longer."
He stands and moves to her, his hands upon her arms… “Ah, am yer friend… and if Maahes ‘as nae reprisal, than Ah shall grant the divorce…” He drops his hands and begins to pace… “I have had many thought of yae lately, lass… and this makes my asking much much easier…” he cokes his head and looks at her…
“The Nations ‘as many good sailors… Lord Admiral has retired, and the new one has yet been selected… Lord de la Costas is still running freight to the Far East… baet wot Ah require is a bold and daring, cold-hearted sea captain to run a pirate ship… and where yae be goin’… none o’Skye kin help…” he turned and looked at her, his hands upon his hips.
“Captain Ealora…? Can yae and the Shadow Storm leave in two days… Ah need yae to roam the Berber Coast… sink all the Berber ships… nay under the flag o’ the Griffin, but the skull n crossbones… wit nae letter of Marque… If'n yaer caught, then t'will bae the gallows faer yae...” he paused. “This divorce shall bae arranged… and yer freedom granted… and all yae plunder from Berber and Spanish ships bae yaers… This should help wit the binges o’murderous thoughts yae may have…” he canted his head. “Dae yae accept the challenge?”
