#thelifewefear

After the debacle with the now Queen of Asgard, King Caspian X was in need of a wife. One that would remain faithful to him. One that he could mold and would please him but also, one that would not plague him for his travels. He needed a companion that could hold a decent conversation, that had a brain and that could give him the heirs he needed.

It seemed like a tall order and he had decided to go against princesses for other kingdoms after what happened. He wanted a lady of his court but they were all too young, too old, too devious or entirely too boring. Sometimes he thought he'd never find one.

Until he heard of Lady katherine's niece from one of his lovers--he had decided to drop all of his lovers once he wedded. He would expect mild obedience from his wife but full commitment and he was ready to do the same. Now, until he found auch paragon of virtue he was going to make the best out of his singlehood.

The girl in question was young, but not a child. She seemed to have a mind of her own and had rejected multiole suitors. Rumor had it she liked to read, that she wasnted to be a physician such as his parents--dead parebts, attacked by pirates. It wouldn't hurt to meet them he supposed and the next morning he sent a letter to her aunt, requesting an audience to discuss a matter regarding her niece. He also clarified he wanted the lady in question to be present.

Once he made it to the home and was escorted inside, the beauty of the young woman promised this could be a better idea than originally expected.

"Goodday ladies. What I've come to propose is very simple. I'm in need of a wife and I believe you are in need of some freedom, if rumors in court are correct." Caspian was usually far more subtlr and prone to court women, men, partners, allies and foes but recent events still had him off balance and he figured a simple, straightforward conversation would get this point accross faster.

@the-life-we-fear

It was 1617, 5 years after the town had been officially founded. Unbeknownst to the general public, it was beginning to become a sanctuary for the supernatural. For one, the town had its own port - a place where the influx of people made it difficult to know who was truly missing or gone.

For any new vampire, like Damon, this made it easy to be sloppy. Ofcourse, he didn't enjoy leaving a mass of dead bodies wherever he fed, but it helped him stay under the radar when he did use compulsion. Now, all he has to do was blend in. Considering that the population was larger than most places, it would be easy.

"Does it look to you that I'm having fun?" Gwen wasn't particularly sun and rainbows--never had been though the lucky few that got to see her when she wasn't stressed could appreciate her humor. Richard was certainly NOT one of those people.

Ever since she started basic he was up her ass--figuratively speaking. He always had to get the best scores, be the fastest, sharpest, toughest and show the fuck off. She was also all those things but he was a man. No matter that she was one of the first women SEALs, no, Richard had a better score for this and that and was like that for as long as they worked together. Well, not together-together but close enough.

She really thought she'd get rid off him for good once he retired (she would only retired with her feet up and in a wooden bag--even though she was training the newbies now, she was never gonna leave active duty, not when so many other women needed one of them there supporting them).

But no, one of the downsizes of working together for decades was that they had the same friends, ended up in the same gatherings and like today, ended up at Johnny's birthday party which of course had to wrap up with a bar fight. Now, Richard was late for it (shocker) so he missed (thankfully) how she got knocked on her ass by a pool ball before they got kicked out of the place.

Starting over at a different state, far away from the big pockets of his parents had seemed like the right choice. He had a job, he had rented a little cabin in the woods that didn't look like home to the unabomb*r or a serial killer, it was actually nice--Gwen had approved when they video called. He liked working with his hands at the lumberjack. It was hard work, harder he had ever done (probably harder than any of his inmediate family had ever done), but he liked it. It gave him structure, it gave him a purpose other than feeling sorry for the things he couldn't change.

He had grown tired of social media, of people pointing fingers, of his sisters getting shit on his behalf back home. One night of bad jugment had fucked them all over. Well, no more. Gwen had her life's ambitions all set and so did Laura. Their parents were divorced and happier than he had ever seen them. He was the only one stuck in an endless loop of shit thrown at him and self-pity shit so moving here to this charming little place was good. No one knew who he was or what he had done (or hadn't done, depending on who you asked). If he only knew himself what had really happened that night maybe he could sleep better.

The one thing he had managed to do was drop the heavy drinking. He didn't even miss it. He would only have a couple of beers with the guys from the lumberjack or at dinner from time to time but had none at home. Alcohol and regret were not good friends.

He had also managed to fall back in love with reading--he would read through massive books over the weekend while nursing a small fire in the backyard, listening to the bird, smelling the forest. It was a nice life, nicer than what most people believed he deserved.

Lila had offered to help as a friendly gesture. The bass player was close to her roommate and their music was good. They just needed better PR, maybe a little of friendly marketing here and there--and they could very well use a makeover. Nothing groundbreaking or an entire shift of their style, only a little polish on their overall look. Taking a trait that they could all share. It was a nice side project from sketching for classes or her side work.