#thewatchau

First up, King Sean, although in this universe he’s known as Emperor Sean the Illustrious because of his benevolent rule over several annexed territories. Here he is with his King’s Eye parrot companion, Sam.

Next, one of  Emperor Sean’s most trusted friends, the Knight Commander Jackie. He looks Angry but really he’s just practicing his battle tactics. Gotta keep the kingdom safe ya know.

Now this next character isn’t in the Watch AU, but since there are more professions in this game than egos, I decided to add an unofficial Ego to this roster- Meet Master Spy Angus. Who apparently has a bone to pick with this training dummy.

Sorcerer Marvin lives up in his tower and likes to spend long hours Staring Into the Void Of Knowledge. For uh...educational reasons?

Master Chirurgeon Henrik (what even is that word), runs an efficient yet...occasionally questionable clinic. You can’t deny his methods aren’t effective though. (And yes, those are leeches)

Forgemaster Chase, despite being a humble blacksmith, is the second richest sim in the kingdom right now. Seriously. Guess when you make literally all the weapons and armor by yourself the king rewards you well!

The jewel of the kingdom’s arts is Rhapsodist Jameson who, despite having no singing voice to speak of, is very talented on the lute. (Plus you can’t resist that face!)

Ah, Shepherd Antonius (or Anti to his loyal followers). He’s a totally not a Morally Corrupt Priest that runs a cult behind his emperor’s back. What ever gave you that idea?

And lastly, here’s my Watch AU OC Dawn! She’s unfortunately not a Nurse in this universe, but a humble priestess who still heals and helps wherever she can. She looks a little unhinged here though. o.O

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Anemone was sat at the desk in Morgana's home in Bally Owenath. She stared dully at the blank sheet of parchment and ink pot and pen resting on said desk. Her eyes were half glazed over with unshed tears. She choked back a sob.

 She had only just come back after checking on Eamon and Morgana's states. Aiden was still by Morgana's side at the doctor's, so he wouldn't be back until the doctor forces him home.

 Anemone could scarcely believe it, despite having seen it before her. And then she volunteered to write a letter explaining to Morgana's sister that her last living family member nearly died. Anemone desperately tried to blink back the tears.

 What was she going to write? Róisín deserved- no, needed to know about what happened to Morgana.

 God, how was she supposed to explain in a letter that Morgana got caught up in a raid alone and nearly died? How was she supposed to explain that Morgana expended nearly all her magic and was now comatose? How was she supposed to tell Róisín that Morgana might never wake up again? Or that if she did wake up, that there would be a high chance she would have amnesia?

 A fear tears escaped down her cheeks so she wiped them away with the corner of her sleeve. Morgana had nearly died. Could still nearly die. Might not ever wake up. Might never remember anything.

 Anemone's chest heaved as she repressed her sobs. She had promised Róisín that she'd look after Morgana and keep her from doing anything too stupid. And now she had broken that promise and Morgana was comatose.

 Anemone wondered briefly if this is how the Lords had felt after the first attempted assassination on the King's life.

 Anemone blinked to clear her tear-blurred vision and took a few deep breaths. “I can do this. I can write a letter to Róisín. Doesn't matter if it's in a clinical tone. I just need to inform her of Morgana's situation.” She mumbled to herself.

 She picked up the quill and dipped it in the ink. She focussed on her breathing and then began writing out the letter. The scritch-scratch sound of the quill on the paper was soothing.

 Word after word, she wrote. A few stray tear drops splashed into the parchments and Anemone didn't have the energy to redo the letter on a clean piece of parchment.

 The tea she had made not long before settling down to write the letter had gotten cold but Anemone didn't care. It was another familiar thing she could latch onto as she wrote the letter. She felt numb.

 She signed the end of the letter, folded it up, put it in the envelope, and placed the wax seal on it. She would have to go tomorrow and find a messenger to get the letter to Róisín.

 She stumbled out of the chair and sat down on the floor beside the door. Once grounded, she let all her repressed sobs bubble up.

 She wasn't sure how long she sat there, crying her eyes out and contemplating the fate of her friend. Midway through she had realised that had Morgana not been found, she likely would have died and been resurrected as a minion for Anti. She would have become the thing she died fighting. And that thought, that thought of Morgana dying and becoming a minion, it terrified Anemone. She never had to really face the consequences of this war between the Lords and the Enemy. She and Aiden had been lucky, their parents were happy and healthy with their mundane and simple jobs, far from any danger of the monsters and minions of the Enemy. Neither she nor Aiden had actually ever fought or seen a raid, not until last night. Not until they saw Morgana so laying so still in the Western Forest.

 Anemone didn't notice that Aiden was home until a pair of arms wrapped around her in a hug.

 The letter could wait to be sent until the morrow, for now, Anemone needed to rest.

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