#thread: changes

She was numb. For what seemed like hours, she was a statue - monotone, motionless as she stared out of the window. There was nothing going on inside her head, nothing that she could pinpoint, nothing she could make sense of. Another niece. A more... entitled niece. Her dead brother’s daughter. How - how was this possible? How was it possible? Who was responsible for this - for such dread which engulfed Poland? Her rage came in a soft crescendo. This... Helen, she claimed and had proof that she was, technically, more based to rule than Sigismund. Oh no. No no no no no no. Over her dead body. She destroyed herself to keep her brother safe and now this... this bitch comes along out of nowhere. She found herself so trapped in her rage that she did not stop to think that the bitch was her niece. She did not care. She could not just waltz in, laying claim to her brother’s throne, ripping her niece of her status, her nephew of his crown. No. No, it will not stand.

But, from the haze of her anger, from the red she had seen instead, his face fluttered in her mind. While Spain was free of such things, she still wondered about the welfare of her betrothed - if he would still be one. Growling, Adelaide peeled herself from the window, turning on her heel and ignoring the guards stationed in front of her chambers, as she set to seek out Tomas. She needed to talk to him. She would talk to Mary and Agnieszka, and Sig after. Right now, she really needed to see him. Adda strode to where she knew his chambers were located - she had the nous to pause in front of his guards, her voice steady ( but the steadiness was an illusion - hanging by a thread ) as she requested to see him. She was admitted in after less than a heartbeat. Her gaze immediately found him, but she waited for the guards to close the door before she spoke. “I take it you heard. About her.” She did not expect her voice to sound so enraged, so bitter... so hollow. “She will not take his throne. She will never depose him. I have to - I will protect him.” At this point, she was rambling, talking to herself.

“sir---” there’s a pointed pause. 

edwin likes to think that, over the years, he has become something of an expert in the behaviours of howard stark. he knows his preferences, his habits. how to calm him down and how to cheer him up and when best to leave well alone. ( he definitely knows more than he wants to in regards to his dalliances with women. )

edwin has never seen him like this.

@jonginxmp

The bar was packed, as always on a Friday night. Hyuna lounged on her usual bar stool, a drink in hand, bare legs crossed. Her dress was as simple as it was effective - black, short, tight, low-cut. Recently, a few of the clients she’d acquired after the masquerade had stopped booking her again, for whatever reason. She was still fine, technically, but the extra money had been nice.

Although… perhaps it would be smarter to keep herself a little less busy. She had to pick up an extra shift at the coffee shop after Baekhyun left, after all, and her days were usually packed. And yet, that was the way Hyuna liked it. Having something to do and collapsing on her bed in exhaustion prevented her from thinking too much.

And if all went according to plan, she wouldn’t be alone in her bed tonight. She’d already gotten a free drink (although the man who’d bought it for her wasn’t that attractive) and was currently making a mental list of all the hot single people... when her gaze fell on Jongin. Jongin, one of her favorite customers, Jongin, who couldn't sleep at night. Hyuna liked talking to him and hanging out with him, and... well, now she would tell him about her second job. She could lie, of course, their friendship was important to her and she didn’t want to lose him, but she hated lying to her friends.

utatai

     A cheerful hum came out of the wyvern rider as she kept stroking her little wyvern upon her shoulder. Indeed it was a shame of what happened to dear Minerva, and she was quite concerned, but for the time being she would keep her dear friend close and try her best to keep her calm. Due in time she was certain things would reveal itself slowly in how to change Minerva back to normal. Still...it was a shame.

     ❝ Poor Minerva, I’m sure you’ll get back to your normal size soon, ❞ she spoke to it with a small smile as she continued to stroke her small head. Maybe there was someone in this city that knew of a way to restore things back to normal? Not just her wyvern, but perhaps abilities and well, a better weapon of course. She gave a weary smile to her wooden battle axe she had received after being placed into the city. It was like being forced to become a new soldier in training all over again, how memorable.

     It might give her more lessons upon some things she was sure, but she would really enjoy having dear Minerva back to her original size more than anything. She was certain perhaps someone had some clue, be it a little idea or not. Any information right now for her would be useful, for those willing to give it out, it was another story.

     ❝ Hmm...let’s see now, ❞ eyes would scan the area before her looking for someone who wasn’t too busy looking. Even then she would be probably interrupting someone no matter what, she would have to apologize for that wouldn’t she? It wouldn’t be good if she forgot her manners when asking a question. ❝ Ah -- Perhaps that person will know, ❞ she said as her attention drifted to a lovely young lady with white attire and hair. My how pretty she looked.