Two months now.
It has been two months that she had come home to her little room at the Inn to find it completely empty and a courier waiting for her to return from the Imbolc Ball.
“Your personal belongings and weaponry have been moved to an assigned room in the castle. I am to escort my Lady to the castle where they will show you to where you are to live now. It is no longer safe for you to live here, as you are now the heir to the throne.” He had stated as he politely bowed at her waiting for her response.
She had stood there dumbfounded, and slightly frustrated at the whole situation, and despite her protesting to the poor courier, who probably didn't get paid enough to hear her complaints, kept on stating that he was to bring her to the castle as soon as possible and wouldn't take no for an answer. It had seemed that the King had picked this specific courier as he seemed ever faithful in following his orders no matter how annoyed she seemed. He had led her past all the Inn's staring customers and it's grinning owner who Ariha had grown fond of over the years and considered him to be a friend. His eyes had been full of laughter at the sight of what can only be explained as her loosely being kicked out of the Inn by the King.
“Good luck lass in your new home. Hope to see ya in here from time to time.” He had said with a wink just before the Inn's doors closed behind Ariha.
It has been two months that she had come home to her little room at the Inn to find it completely empty and a courier waiting for her to return from the Imbolc Ball.
“Your personal belongings and weaponry have been moved to an assigned room in the castle. I am to escort my Lady to the castle where they will show you to where you are to live now. It is no longer safe for you to live here, as you are now the heir to the throne.” He had stated as he politely bowed at her waiting for her response.
She had stood there dumbfounded, and slightly frustrated at the whole situation, and despite her protesting to the poor courier, who probably didn't get paid enough to hear her complaints, kept on stating that he was to bring her to the castle as soon as possible and wouldn't take no for an answer. It had seemed that the King had picked this specific courier as he seemed ever faithful in following his orders no matter how annoyed she seemed. He had led her past all the Inn's staring customers and it's grinning owner who Ariha had grown fond of over the years and considered him to be a friend. His eyes had been full of laughter at the sight of what can only be explained as her loosely being kicked out of the Inn by the King.
“Good luck lass in your new home. Hope to see ya in here from time to time.” He had said with a wink just before the Inn's doors closed behind Ariha.
For almost three years, Ariha had been living at the Inn ever since Lyra had chosen to take control and have a little murder spree within the walls of the Inn. Ariha had felt responsible for what had happened and took it upon herself to volunteer at the Inn in exchange for a room. It started off slow, but it eventually worked itself way into a friendly environment for Ariha to come home to. They almost, even if she was reluctant to admit it to anyone, came close to becoming her 'family'. And now she lived within the cold stone walls of the castle; the very kind of place she had been trying to avoid living in for most of her life.
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Raking her fingers through her loose long amber hair, she sat at a wooden medium sized end table that looked out the window in her room. She rested her head in her hands as her ears succumbed to the utter silence that the stone walls offered. When suddenly quiet knocks from her bedroom door echoed through her room. Sighing, Ariha pushed herself up from the table, the sleeves of her tunic dropping to her waist as she made her way to the door. Her bare feet padded into the woven red carpet then stopped before the door as she slowly opened the door to a person who she was least expecting to be at her door.
"My lady, a man seeks the audience of one of the King's representatives and since the King himself is busy with his sons, you were the next in line." The courier from months ago stood before her again, waiting for her to answer him.
Ariha closed her eyes and sighed. New title means new responsibilities, and one of the included stepping in court when no one else was available.
“Alright, thank you. Give me a moment to get my shoes on then you may escort me to him.”
He nodded as she turned around and went to the end of her bed where her brown leather boots sat. She quickly slid them on, tied them tight, and exited her room, the courier closing the door behind them.
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Raking her fingers through her loose long amber hair, she sat at a wooden medium sized end table that looked out the window in her room. She rested her head in her hands as her ears succumbed to the utter silence that the stone walls offered. When suddenly quiet knocks from her bedroom door echoed through her room. Sighing, Ariha pushed herself up from the table, the sleeves of her tunic dropping to her waist as she made her way to the door. Her bare feet padded into the woven red carpet then stopped before the door as she slowly opened the door to a person who she was least expecting to be at her door.
"My lady, a man seeks the audience of one of the King's representatives and since the King himself is busy with his sons, you were the next in line." The courier from months ago stood before her again, waiting for her to answer him.
Ariha closed her eyes and sighed. New title means new responsibilities, and one of the included stepping in court when no one else was available.
“Alright, thank you. Give me a moment to get my shoes on then you may escort me to him.”
He nodded as she turned around and went to the end of her bed where her brown leather boots sat. She quickly slid them on, tied them tight, and exited her room, the courier closing the door behind them.
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