Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"Perhaps their cruelest fat yet had been creating her — AN EMBODIMENT OF DEATH."
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THE TWO GRAND DOORS remained sealed, locking out Stelsa and Caspian from seeing the contents of the council room. The two stood side by side, peering at it almost quizzically from afar. This was the room where it all happened, Stelsa thought. She had never seen what it looked like inside, but part of her wondered if it had a large table with a map of the realm. Similar to a chess board. Were there pieces that the council moved, playing a game with each of them? Her lips drew tight for a moment, licking at her inner bottom lip. Was it dark in there? Curtains drawn tight to hide out the realm as they conspired against it? "It seems... mysterious." Caspian muttered from beneath his helm, turning to look down at Stelsa as she broke from her curious stare.
Stelsa spares the guarded room one last glance before waving Caspian to follow her, stepping away from the guarded door. "That would be the keep. Perhaps Rhyk will accompany us to town someday soon to show you around." Stelsa said, glancing over at Caspian occasionally with each word. "Any questions?"
"I am going to get lost." Caspian sighed and Stelsa sympathetically patted his bicep. Her lips drew upwards in a soft smile as she moved down the bustling hall – her dark blue dress billowing behind her as she strode forward. Caspian had chosen it, stating it would compliment her eyes like the sun does the moon. Dyana had fussed over her hair in a wish to try something new, putting a small braid behind her left ear that stopped halfway to meet the rest of her dark hair. Caspian wore a clean red tunic with his helm covering his features and his leather gloves pulled tight. "I should tell you what happened." His quiet voice pulls Stelsa from her thoughts, noting that she had been staring at his hands far longer than she had intended.
Stelsa did not need to see his face to know Caspian had looked away, almost as though he was far too ashamed of the actions of others. Stelsa reached over, taking one gloved hand carefully in hers, mindful of applying any pressure. "You do not have to tell us." She whispered, peering up at his blue eyes hidden beneath his helm. Caspian did not say anything, he meekly nodded his head. "What shall we do now?"
"I believe your prince requires his lady's company." Caspian interrupted making Stelsa eyebrows pull together. She looked at Caspian's eyes before glancing over to find the boy in question. Aemond must have been returning from flying on Vhagar — he wore a loose dark green tunic with leather pants. His fingers fumbled with the loose strands of his platinum hair, the dark ring sticking out in the constraint of white. Aemond's eye was on Caspian and Stelsa though. Thin lips were pulled so tight they almost formed a straight line.
It felt like Aemond had been at the end of the hall just a moment before and now he stood in front of them. Stelsa slipped her hand away from Caspian's and went to tangle her fingers together. "My prince." Her eyes never left his purple one as she curtsied. "How were the skies this morning?" Aemond spared Caspian a glance, a shadow casting over his features momentarily. His jaw tightened and his eye narrowed slightly, but it all faded when Stelsa asked this. He honed in on her like the night before, and Stelsa felt the familiar flames beginning to form around her frame.
