#ariellefleur

The castle was finally calming down, after what had felt like an eternity of meetings, funerals and arguments. His advisors only had the daily reports to provide him, and the respective members of his council were out and about on their own business. The morning had been so remarkably quiet, in fact, that he had managed to catch up on all of the previous day’s work before noon. And so, Viktor found himself with a full half-day of free time and almost no ideas about how to spend it. However, there was one that came to mind. 

It was about time that he put a bit more effort into being a big brother, rather than the king.

Viktor had a basket packed with an assortment of fruits and sandwiches, making sure that the kitchen had prepared some old favourites before he went off in search of Arielle. It had been far too long since they had spent any time together as siblings, rather than as a king and princess playing their respective roles. There was so much that had happened and it felt odd not to have spoken with her throughout all of it. Beyond their unfortunate run-in at the Beaumont wedding, the most he had even seen of her were glimpses as he ran from one meeting to the next. 

After asking some of the servants, he was able to track down the princess out in the gardens, where the new spring flowers had only just entered into bloom. He moved through the hedges, looking over the rows and rows of shrubbery until he caught sight of a shocking bit of blonde just up ahead. “Arielle!” He called out, carefully making his way through the gardens over to the princess. A smile was already making its way to his face as he approached, an instinctive reaction to seeing his sister and best friend. “The maids told me you were out here. Care to join me for lunch? I’ve got the whole afternoon free.” The king said, shifting the basket from one hand to the next. “It’s not much of a consolation for the recent silence...but I’d like to make it up to you if I can. Please, I’d like to know how you’ve been doing, sestra” 

“...I mean, I could have worse brother-in-laws...”

@christianvbennet @ariellefleur

“Well I would need to have a small talk with Christian about his future with my sister. She’s an adult who can make her own choices, no doubt, but I have some concerns about who her future partner is.“

@christianvbennet @ariellefleur

“Er, well yes. She’s my baby sister. I think the world of her.“

@ariellefleur

“Have you seen what happens when two Alphas fight? As much as it pains me to separate the both of them, it’s for Arielle’s own good. The last thing I need is to worry about another pack fight breaking out in the halls while the rest of Candoris falls apart. As for Matthieu and Christian, they’re both grown men. They need to sort out their differences with words, not fists.“

@ariellefleur @matthieugreyheart @christianvbennet

Viktor was doing his very best not to panic, though only moments prior he had been wandering the halls of the castle as a massive wolf. The servants and guards were all in an uproar, flying and running about as they tried to get used to their new bodies. It seemed like no one had been spared from whatever had caused this affliction, which also meant that Arielle had also been impacted. His pace quickened, his mind whirling in his worry. Had she grown fangs? Had she grown a tail and trapped herself in the bathtub? Did she gain wings and the ability to summon a storm at will? Or did she fall under the same curse as himself, wrestling with new and overwhelming instincts that begged them to run in the woods and chase after anything resembling a small mammal. Viktor’s nerves twisted and turned, agitating his own condition as his new feral side paced back and forth within him.

He ducked as a wayward servant flew above him, sprinting down the hall until he reached his sister’s room. Viktor knocked on the door, giving her a solid warning before testing the handle. “Arielle? Are you in here?” The king called out, opening the door carefully so as to avoid surprising the princess. The last thing he needed was to spook her, especially if she had become one of the more volatile species that resided on the island. “I came to check on you. You...you’re all right, yes? Nothing strange this morning?” 

“Anything. She’s all I have left.“

@ariellefleur