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After the Prince's 'tantrum', all but the bed was burned to cinders, now lying in piles of hot ash. He opened the window to let out some of the smoke. And now his own clothes stunk of burnt cloth and he realized he had seared the ends of his jacket and pant legs.



"Damn it." He cursed.  Ringing a special bell attached to a wire that ran down to the servant quarters, he rang for a maid, who arrived promptly and she began to clean the room, a large broom and dustpan.



Within the hour, the room was once again spotless. "I'll 'ave someone bring in new furniture, sire." she said with a bow and excused herself.



"See that you do."



Another hour afterwards and it was as if no damaged occurred within, save for the scorch marks. When all was completed, Rowan bade them to leave, as at the same moment a small bell rang, signalling the evening meal. The servants rushed out, allowing the Prince time to dress.



--

There was a knock on the Princess's chambers, alerting her that it was time to eat.



Eva looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a slimming gown of lace black and silken red--the colors of Kasairona--with accentuated skin-hugging sleeves, black-toned hosiery and red low-heeled shoes. Her hair was done up in a simple self-made bun. Her eyes had been painted with faint opal tones and her lips were a juicy cherry red.



And though she was already finished with her stately attire a half-hour prior to the small bell, as a growing youth, the act of dressing up had admittedly 'excited' her, so she had to regain her composure immediately. She couldn't afford any 'surprises' popping up during this inopportune time...



Princess Eva of the Elsgarde Empire stepped out of her room, seeing a servant there ready to escort her.



--

As he stepped into the hallway, donned in a black suit with red accents, Rowan noted no servant loitering in the halls for him; it hardly bothered him, for he always knew what time the meal was. He saw the princess down the hall.



'So, they put her in the spare room. How wonderful... now I'll have to see her all the time.' He walked confidently, the long tail of his coat waving behind him in the haste of his walk. He spared her no glance, walking past as though she weren't there.



Eva watched the Prince practically zoom past her down the stairs and towards the dining room. She shuddered again from the chilling lack of compassion he had, her fingers tensing from deep-seated fear, before looking into the lavish dining room proper. She smiled a little bit, the venue seeming very similar to the palatial one back home at Elsgarde, before coming inside and being guided to a seat. She tucked her dress underneath her rear as she sat down.



The table was long and halfway filled with food, but it was just the two of them, creating a definitely empty presence. The King's seat at the head of the table was empty, as per usual. The lighting was low, but bright enough to eat by and see all that was on the table. Their plates had already been filled, servants removing metal domes to reveal the contents, along with accompanying champagne flutes filled with a pink liquid for the Prince, and water for the Princess.



At first he didn't touch his food, just sort of pushed it around, sighing from the genuinely curious awe the Princess gave off. Eva, despite the heat, had to admit she was starved, and was rightly curious about what elementals even ate, nevermind just the Fire Elementals. Her eyes glanced at the pink liquid for the Prince, before beginning to take to her own meal proper. It was very heated, but filling, warm, hearty... something she hadn't felt in a long while.



Rowan had seen her eyes on the pink liquid he had. "You can try it if you want, but it'd likely kill you." His tone was quite unpleasant. "I've never seen a human drink it, though. I've been told it would liquify your insides."



She looked at him, amazed that he had even acknowledged her presence enough to advise her not to drink it.



"Molten, corrosive drinks, yes? Perhaps I will take your word and avoid it; I wouldn't dream of having my innards molten." She chuckled meekly, before taking a little more of her meal. "But this... this is delicious! I-It's much more filling, more than what I've ever allowed myself to eat."



"Then you may wish to be careful. We wouldn't want to split your seams." He frowned at her before taking a long drink of the pink liquid. To him, it was sweet and somewhat bubbly, yet cool. His insides were different however; the Prince could swallow fire and it would not harm him.



"Splitting seams are not why I refuse to indulge, unlike other paltry nobles." Eva nodded matter of factually, letting a foot cross over the other underneath the table. "I-I am a healer, you see. A healer should not ingest more than the soldiers or laborers. It is merely instinct that I do not crave such hefty portions." It all seemed so perfectly tailored to her, so meaty and flavorful, and she had unknowingly finished her admittedly sizable plate. "Oh! That was most unexpected." She chuckled innocently again, a faint blush on her cheeks.



He rolled his eyes. "Well, you won't be doing that anymore."



"What do you mean--Who is to say that my services will not be required still?" She looked to the Prince with a firm sort of resolve. "Just because my hands would no longer tend to wounds from the battlefield, it would not mean that I would cease aiding other sorts of injuries."



"Oh? Then tell me, how would you be of service to others in times of peace?" Rowan asked with a darkened tone, slightly tinted with sarcasm.



"Plenty!" The Princess's demure tone seemed to pick up. "The laborers, the servants, our people--who's to say that they would not find ways to injure themselves, no matter how small?" Eva looked to Rowan simply. "If you were injured, Your Majesty, I would happily tend to your wounds."



He raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head again. "Lucky for the both of us that I will never see a battlefield." He ate a few more mouthfuls of food, his small fangs could be seen when he opened his mouth. "As our queen, you will not be allowed such privileges. They simply do not happen here. We are here for appearance and counseling, nothing more." He scoffed at her. "Who ever heard of a nurse Queen--"



"Healer Queen." Eva countered curtly. The glance she received from the Prince seemed to burn through her, as if he was visually chastising her for talking back to him. She cleared her throat. "Seven generations ago, back on the mainland, there was a human queen who was a powerful warrior. She birthed a priest king whose holy powers sustained his soldiers to the point of being undying. Whether we were bringers of death or sustainers of life, my people were never one to be trifled with." She smirked slightly. "I do not know how the hierarchy of the Primal Elementals exist, but it seems that humanity handles things differently. Regardless, I would continue to hone myself should something horrible happen."



"You do realize that the Fire nation of Kasairona is the strongest of all the Elemental nations, yes? It would be highly foolish to rise against us. Not only that, but we are sided with the Earth Elementals. The Earthly beings have found a way to bend metal, which can halt water. And Fire Elementals can generate lightning, which is also deadly to water. As such, we've all come to a peaceful agreement." He stopped himself. Why was he telling her all of this?



He sighed irritably; he supposed she'd know anyways after they married, but it seemed too soon. "Enough. You may continue to practice your 'Holy' training, but not on the field of battle, and only after I give consent."



He didn't say another word, turning his focus to what little remained on his plate and keeping a predatory gaze on her.



Her mood seemed to sour a little, her fingers clasping together.



She hadn't known about the alliances between the Earth and Fire planes. And the neutrality between the Water plane and the earth and fire realms; she had merely thought all the elements were chaotic and interested in only wiping humanity out from this continent. At the very least, she had learned something new from all of this.



"I... I understand, Your Majesty. I will concede to your decision."



==

It would be a strenuous month...



==

Dressed in a loose-fitting gown, Eva was slowly fanning herself with a small paper fan, the little breezes generated barely giving her any relief from the intense heat from outside the castle rooms. She knew she had to adjust to the heat of this realm, especially during the day, but it would still be a very trying task. Perhaps she could ask Rowan for a little advice, as she noticed his form from the other end of the hallway.



The Prince had papers in his hands, scrolls of legal matters that had demanded his attention. Now he was leaving the small council room and was on his way to deposit the scrolls to a safe place, only to have his face fall even further when he saw Eva wandering about.



"What," Rowan said in his usual sulky tone, "are you doing?"



"Oh!" Eva chirped, blushing a slight, fanning herself a little. "Apologies, Your Majesty... I-I didn't mean to run into you during a busy moment of your... sch-schedule..."



"Yes, well what are you doing wandering? You're going to get yourself into trouble." His eyes were narrowed upon the human Princess, seeing how she sweated.



"A-again, my apologies--" She cut herself off a slight, looking a little dismayed at his words. "I-I wasn't aware I was unable to wander the castle halls--" She shook her head; even the loose gown she wore offered no aid in alleviating the heat. "If I may ask for your counsel, Your Majesty..."



He sighed again, impatiently this time, "What?" his eyes a little wider now, "And you can, just don't go outside, it would do no good for you to drop dead in this heat."



"Ah--i-it's about the heat." She gulped dryly. "Is there... is there some way I may--u-um, hasten my adjustment to the Fire Realm...??" Eva breathed out uneasily, letting him get a visible glance of her bare shoulders slightly kissed with sweat beads. "I had thought I yet had the mental fortitude to withstand--"



"Follow me." he almost snapped at the Princess for want of quieting her, walking down the hall to the archives. After depositing the legal scrolls, he rejoined her. "There is something, but it may not be the most pleasant thing."



"Oh??" She had kept a careful pace, trying to focus more on not passing out, fearing to even ask for some water in his presence.



He grabbed her hand roughly and led her down some halls, with a left turn descending them down to a lower floor, much cooler then the one above. Blue flames danced within the mounted lanterns, emitting no heat. Rowan heard a sigh of relief coming from the human, who no longer seemed visually pressured by the heat of his realm. Once the stairs ended, there was a large door, one with an equally sizable lock on it. Whispering a word lowly enough for Eva not to hear, it opened, and he lead her through. On the other side was a collection of ancient artifacts.



"Oh???" She could breath easier now, eyes looking around the artifacts. "A different archive, Your Majesty?"



Rowan let go of her hand, like he had forgotten he was holding it. Then he rummaged through a chest and pulled out an object. It looked like a piece of silver metal, flat, long and wide.  He walked back over, "This," he pointed to her, "goes around your neck, then it will go down your back and wrap around under your... breasts." Rowan saw the Princess blush about the comment of her breasts, putting an arm sheepishly over her chest. "It won't be the most comfortable thing, but then you won't be so bothersome about being hot."



Eva nodded meekly. Even with the padding of her undergarments, she still appeared very flat-chested to the Prince.



"Ah--th-thank you, Your Majesty." She took the item in question, and clutched it closer to her. "I will adorn this when we return upstairs... I will not bother you any further... t-today."



"See that you don't. I have more important matters to attend to." He shooed her towards the door, slamming it behind as they exited. "Just, no more needless wandering around. And by the Flare Matron, if you get thirsty, request the maids to bring you water every hour."



"Ah--u-understood."



When they were out of the lower chambers, and seeing the Prince immediately depart from her side, she had sighed wearily to herself. This thin slab of steel would look like it would be most uncomfortable to wear, and with her thinner gowns, become almost completely noticeable.



"I suppose... until I can steel myself to adjust to this realm on my own, this will suffice..."



==

Eva, dressed in a black and red gown more appropriate with Kasairona's colors, had knocked on the Prince's chambers. A couple of days had passed, and tonight was actually relatively cool. Eva once again vowed to try to bridge more of a connection with the cold-hearted Fire Prince.



With the sound of a chair scraping, footsteps made there way to his door, then it opened slightly, "Yes?" he said before seeing who it was, "Oh you. What do you want?" He eyed her, seeing her dressed in his nations colors.



"Y-Your Majesty..." Eva smiled politely to him, giving him a proper bow. "I was wondering, i-if you weren't busy, if you would want to come out to the veranda with me?"



He gave a moment's thought to this. "Fine." he opened his door enough so he could exit his room, then quietly shut the door behind him. "Just to the veranda--?"



She nodded thankfully to him, sidling up closer to him, walking side-by-side with him as they walked towards the gardens and veranda. Granted, the sweetened nod and smile was a little forced from the Princess, but, as she reminded herself, this was for the good of the people. Plus, there was a genuine intrigue about him...



Once outside of the greenhouse-like gardens, they stopped on the midst of the balcony looking out to the night-time desert. Hands in his pockets, Rowan looked around at the stars and the low hanging moon. "So, you want something?" he asked without looking to her.



Eva's eyes perked up a little, glancing over at her future husband. "N-No, nothing urgent. I-I just..." She nuzzled her legs together beneath her flowing dress. "I wish to enjoy the sights with you, Your Majesty." She glanced around, feeling that anxious feeling in her throat. "It's so enchanting at night here." She shivered a slight. "A-And so refreshingly cool out as well."



He gave a curt nod, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, seeing how nervous she looked. Rowan sighed, "If you wish to talk about something, please do so..." He was trying to be nice, but his words came out a little harsher then he intended.



She gulped anxiously again, her mind wracking around for a topic to talk about. "S-So... u-u-um..." She glanced at Rowan, eyes studying him a little closer, noting his lustrous hair and piercing gaze. "I-I haven't seen any notice of the Queen of Kasairona... How is she faring?"



A sharp breath could be hear before he let it out slowly, his eyes closed for a moment. "My mother is dead." He opened his eyes and turned to her. "She was killed by your ancestors."



Her heart sank; she most definitely picked the wrong topic of conversation. "I-I can never know your pain... b-but my condolences, Your Majesty..." She looked to him again. "What... what was she like, if I may ask--"



"NO, you may not--Please, let us talk of other things." he gave an impatient sigh, just wanting to move the topic.



"Did your parents force you into this arrangement?"



She gulped again at the question.



"I cannot lie in that I was not originally compliant with their demands..." She breathed in slowly. "But if it means the end of the fighting and loss of lives, of both my people and yours, then I would will it so."



"Hmm." He leaned against the nearby pillar. "I was forced, I won't lie about that. But if I refused, I also would have to renounce being the heir." His glowing eyes looked over to her. Letting her see that this was really something he was doing only if it meant to be the next heir.



She loosed a faint breath, glancing towards the Prince. "Well, I-I suppose people have engaged in matrimony for much worse and even unwholesome reasons than ours..." Eva nodded simply, eyes lost at the starry night sky again.



With a simple grunt, he pushed away from the pillar and started back inside, her attitude just rubbed him the wrong way, like she had no worries at all.



Eva sighed uneasily again from the sound of the doorway opening behind her, eyes continuing to lose themselves in the depths of the night. Another attempt to bond with her future spouse, doused like a faint ember.



==

A few days after, dressed in her usual fare of blue and white, Eva had taken to walk the halls one fine morning. In this fine morning, she was feeling a thin sheen of sweat all on her body; even with the artifact Rowan said would lessen the atmospheric pressure the heat was putting on her, she wasn't feeling any change. She wondered if it was merely just a slab of metal and she was the victim of a royal jest.



In her hands was a little tome of holy passages and tales, part and parcel of her healer training. She wouldn't be sharing this with the Prince--that would probably tempt him to fry her on the spot for touting sacrilege.



But she would still try to garner his attention, today. If they were going to be wed for the rest of, well, her mortal days, she would want to at least be on good terms with the Prince.



When she had found her way back to the hall where she was staying at, she would see that the door to Rowan's chambers was slightly ajar.



"Hm?" She stopped simply, fingers slipping the red attached ribbon to save the spot in her tome, before closing it. "How curious... from what I've seen, his chambers are always closed..."



Cautiously, she approached the door, and before she could knock, she could actually peer inside...



--

Rowan has finished bathing, currently wrapped in nothing but a towel at his waist, sitting on the edge of his great bed and looking through some papers.  Nothing important really, other then complaints of thievery or trespassing, things that are easily dealt with.



He was unaware he was being watched, the soft whisper of paper being moved around was all that Eva would hear, aside from an occasional sigh. His back was facing the door, so it was all of him that she would notice.



--

Her eyes could take notice of the visual damage in the room. Were all fire elemental rooms this seared and scorched, like the lands surrounding the Nexus-Point to the realm of fire? And why did the--



She stopped her snooping when she noted the Prince. His back was turned, and amidst the morning light through the parted curtains, he could see only smooth skin exposed to her. It looked so clean, bronzed, and pristine, and with that crimson hair draped along his back so wet and flowing...



Her heart was fluttering at the sight--something that felt so right about this perspective made her forget about the tension, letting a soft gasp leave her parted mouth at the--



It was that gasp though, where Rowan's back immediately straightened and his head turned very slowly, eyes wide and mixed with emotion. Anger, a hint of fear, and something else. But he didn't move from his spot; he couldn't, for fear of revealing his secret.



The Princess in turn also noticed His Majesty's shock, and had turned absolute pink as well.



"What, Do you think, you're DOING?!" He practically growled at her.



"Ah--ah--a-a-ahh... A-Apologies, Your Majesty! Forgive me!!!"



She slammed the door shut and hurried back to her chambers, slamming her own door shut in turn. She was breathing heavier, a hand at her increasingly beating heart, taking to her bed in anxiousness.



Why... why couldn't she take her eyes off of him?
Why did she merely just stay there...??
...And why did seeing him like that excite her so???



She clenched her legs and chastised herself for this abrupt and rude act.



But before she could do anything to relieve that tension, Eva could hear the sound of hard footsteps towards her chambers, in which Rowan, dressed in more relaxing clothes, stormed into her room, throwing all context of privacy away.



"What the hell?!" He yelled at her. "Do you always walk through open doors and snoop about?!"



"I-I-I said I was sorry!!!" She yelled back at him, her hands at her chest, keeping her legs clenched. "I didn't mean to peer in--b-but your chambers were never open before a-a-and--I couldn't control myself!"



"If I wanted you in there, I would ask!"



"But you never do!!" Eva's voice raised again. "You never wish to spend any time on getting to know me--"



Rowan's eyes blazed with anger. "Because I don't care to learn about you, you STUPID GIRL!"



Eva stood firmly, eyes glazed with their own sense of fury. "SHOW SOME MANNERS! Were you never taught how not to act like a boorish oaf!!?"



"B-boorish oaf!?" He couldn't believe her. Then he grew quieter; like the calm during the storm, his eyes bore through her. "If you approach me again before our wedding, I will HAPPILY kill you and reignite this war between our people."



She held her tongue, her face a flustered red all over her face. Her eyes were shut, daring not to say anything that would indeed force the Flame Prince's words to violent action.



"Just... leave."



"Gladly." His voice was barely a whisper. As he grabbed the door handle it could be heard sizzling in his grasp, the metal melting under his touch, the hot metal dripping onto the floor and then he slammed the door shut.



Eva's heart sank again.



She knew it was a fruitless endeavor indeed, but the way her body had reacted earlier... even now, she finally let the tears fall from her eyes.



This truly would be a loveless, unhappy marriage; the Prince of Elsgarde, now merely a feminine figurehead of peace, not a person.



She laid on her bed, letting the sobbing continue.



"Almighty One, help me... I-I'm scared to fall in love with this monster...!"

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 2)
Chapter 2: Fruitless Month

With the initial reception hardly in the Prince(ss)'s favor, Eva would be determined to try to reach out to the Fire Prince Rowan...

--

This is a story and RP co-created by myself and with my dear friend :iconsailor-alnilam: A tale of war, politics, and arranged love...

The preview image was also made by :iconsailor-alnilam:
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'Humans are not of this realm, and they will be purged.'



No matter how many times the people of Elsgarde heard this, they would not let it deter them.



The continent of Paracelsus, as dubbed by the humans, was a harsh and equally enchanting realm; where the human population lived was in fact the only solitary constant. Simple, livable, sustainable lands in an entire dimension of primal energies. And the humans who had come to reside in this place were only but a small percentage, stubbornly making refuge in this realm for five generations already.



They have not abandoned hope that they will find a way back to the mainland, away from this primal dimension. For surrounding the human lands were powerful nexus points, which in turn led to the source of this primal realm: the four Elemental Planes. This had incited war between humans and the varied denizens on the continent. The Elementals had sought to erase humanity from their lands, and the humans fought to make a name and a home in this foreign land.



For the the longest time that humans have settled in this waypoint of the Elemental Planes, they have fought with the native elements. Regardless of losses on all sides, the humans of the Elsgarde Empire have decided to finally make some sort of political leeway with some of the elementals, to acquire some respite from the constant fighting.



A mutual 'coming of terms...'



==

"So much seared land... it is truly a shameful, appalling sight..."



An escorted carriage had started its journey a full day ago, departing from the strongest human bastion on the continent, the Elsgarde Empire. As the carriage made its journey towards the nexus-point of flames, the surrounding plains reflected the standings of the denizens within. What were once verdant fields have been reduced to charred outcroppings of soot and razed earth.



"Are you certain you wish to go through with this, Your Majesty? W-we could have very easily slipped a double in your place--"



"Th-these primal beings think our empire only having a princess, unaware of our royal court. Since I have not shown myself to their eyes, they will only know that I am the sole child, the princess and heir of our empire. And if they have any love for their kin as to not see them extinguished, they will surely comply..."



The Crown Prince looked down at his stately royal attire of silky and billowy blues and whites, looking very much the role of a stately princess. Meager orbs glanced from the window towards the aura-infused gate that would take the carriage from the human territories to the Elemental Plane of Fire. It was a mildly uncomfortable sensation for these wayfarers, but when they emerged on the other side, experiencing the immediate temperature shift of the Fire Realm, they made a quick regret that they could not feel the nexus point's uncomfortable aura again.



--

Lithe fingers tapped the metal arms of the throne.



A Prince with a cold stare sat next to his father, where a council had been gathered to discuss the arrival of the Princess of the Elsgarde Empire. Forcing strangers to marry was not the Prince of Flame's idea of peace. And what was worse? They didn't know their prince to be female. But such was the nature of an androgynous species, after all.



"What do you think, sire?" A councilman asked the Prince. The question was only met with complete silence, the Prince's gaze unmoving. "Sire?"



"What?"



His father waved his hand in dismissal, "The lad's not even paying attention. Go on."



As the councilmen droned, and before the Prince was nearly bored to death, trumpets sounded the arrival of the royal carriage.



"Seems I should make myself ready, as they're early."



The Prince excused himself to his room to put on a more royal ensemble.



He had glanced to a couple of his guards and nodded in a curt way to signify his salute to them. While on guard duty, the patrollers would be in their pure, uncontrolled form, as masses of blackened magma protected by low burning flames. Hardly as powerful as the most primal of Elementals, but hardly pushovers either. They wore not armor, for any metal touching against them would melt. It usually took the power of a water elemental working in tandem with humans to defeat those of fire.



As the horns continued to trumpet, welcoming the princess, Prince Rowan stood in his room naked and looking at his clothes that lay upon his bed. Rowan was female, yes, but she did not consider herself so. Her breasts were smaller, her shoulders were broader, and her voice fell between that of a man and a woman. Hardly fitting for a Princess of any court...



Finally, he began to dress. Undershirt, vest, coat. Pants that tucked into knee high boots. His fiery red hair was shorter and spikey on top, a trait of royalty, and it was allowed to grow down to his rear end. He checked himself in his floor length mirror. He was attractive as ever, especially with his nice slim waist and long legs.



--

As the carriage arrived, many guardsmen in human form lined up in two neat rows in the front courtyard. All was silent aside from the horses clopping down the lavastone lane and a large ornate fountain spewing water.  The king stood with his special guardsmen, each armed with a deadly polearm. The king looked around, face in a frown. Where was his son?



When the carriage opened, out stepped the scant few human servants that had been permitted to travel with royalty, and then finally, the princess herself. 'Princess' Eva stepped out of the carriage, with dainty feet in white heeled shoes, the legs clad in white hosiery, and the rest of the body clad in a flatteringly billowing white and blue dress. Along her forehead, a silver circlet was adorned with a vibrant sapphire, outlined by her flowing head of silken blond hair.



She steeled herself mentally, trying to ignore the intimidating heat of the environment. Unfortunately for her, the Elemental Plane of Fire was an almost complete desert of an environment. This kindgom of fire elementals lived in the only oasis for a few hundred miles. So if she had any dreams of running away, the result would surely be death. She glanced around the fiery courtyard briefly. Despite the structure being made of flames, it all seemed solid and sturdy.



The two lines of soldiers opened, making a path up to the king, who greeted her with a smile. "Princess, how good of you to finally join us." he said in a warm greeting. "I pray your journey here was not too unbearable?"



"For the price of peace, no distance is too great." Eva said firmly in a deep feminine tone, practically practiced and yet slightly dry due to the humidity. "I believe I speak for both of us when I say that we do not wish to see any more seared corpses or extinguished cores on either of our lands..."



"Of course we do not want such things, Princess." He offered an arm and led her into the castle. It was actually cooler inside, the torches lit with blue flames that emitted no heat. It had a cavernous feeling overall. "I do hope you find the accommodations fit for your... human self. We've not had any outsiders before." He said this but with a smile; he was really trying to show off his true pleasant self, and not the warmonger he was made out to be.



"Well, immediately I've noted that the inner sanctum is more pleasing than the arid air outside... with no disrespect, of course." Eva said simply as she walked behind the king. For being so fiery and vicious on the battlefield, according to soldiers she had tended to, they were being very hospitable to her in turn. The blue flames, almost akin to will o' wisps she helped to heal from her comrades in the illness ward before, were quite entrancing to look at. She breathed in the cool air, feeling already cooled compared to the heat from outside.



As they would reach the main hall, there were two sets of stairs, one from each wall, curving downward. Eva glanced up at that moment to see the prince standing atop the right hand staircase. The prince whom she had heard was practically the war leader, if the words her soldiers uttered bared any truth.



And he did not look pleased.



He walked quickly down the steps, so light on his feet that there was barely a sound. Servants near the bottom of the staircase quickly moved away, keeping their heads down.  Rowan joined the two, and was naturally much taller than the Princess, with the top of Eva's head meeting his chest. He gave her a look over, not even the slightest bit impressed by what he saw, before walking ahead, going into the throne room.



Rowan stopped for only a split second, not expecting to see three thrones on the dais. His father's was black metal with deep red cushions, Rowan's was black metal with lush purple paddings, and the one made for the Princess... white-painted wood with light pink cushions. In Rowan's eyes, it was an absolutely hideous contrast, and he was so tempted to just touch it so it would burn in front of his eyes.



"A-a-a throne... for me?" Eva was honestly, genuinely surprised to see the sight as she and the king followed Rowan. "I had not assumed you would be so indulgent in such a way." She had blushed slightly, clearing her throat before glancing up at the king who had taken his place upon the red throne. "O-Only because we had only begun talks, Your Majesty." She nuzzled her legs together beneath her billowing skirt of her dress, her toes feeling slightly trapped at the end of her heels.



The king nodded curtly, motioning for Eva to join them upon the thrones. "It has already been decided upon, and briefed with Prince Rowan that within the month, you will be married. I've spoken by raven with parents, the Emperor and Empress, and they have come to full agreement. This is not a visit, your Honor, but your short courtship with my son."



Rowan sat in his throne in the meanwhile, fingers grating impatiently on the armrest, glancing sideways to the hideous wooden kindling-to-be next to him. It was so bright in this darkened throne room, an abomination to his eyes. If it would not have meant a war to end all wars, he would have slaughtered her here and now.



Eva blushed even brighter though, breathing calmly, casting a meek eye at the Prince again, before taking her steps closer. "I will confess, Your Primal Majesties; though I had agreed with these events, I had thought that our... c-courtship would be slightly more lengthy and interspersed." She stepped up to her throne, before turning around, slipping the back of her dress close, and sat on her throne as well, beside the Prince. "Not that I am baring any complaints, Your Majesty; perhaps much like His Majesty the Prince, I-I am not yet adjusted to the sudden change of events."



"Yes, well if you think I'm happy about this, I am not." Rowan's gaze now turned on his own father, his hands clenching into fists. He could tell she didn't want to be here either, not wanting to marry someone not human. Though, it was too bad for the pair of them.



His father scowled. "Rowan, we will NOT have this argument now."



An icy stare was all that greeted the King.



"Well, I shall have you two... get acquainted with one another."  He waved his hand, shooing the two of them.  Rowan got up hastily, causing the throne to scoot back a couple of inches. He stomped towards the large glass doors at the far side, which opened into an immense enclosed garden.



Eva gulped uneasily again, looking around the tense environment left over from the prince storming out. A firm gulp and she too left her throne, giving the Flame King a practiced curtsy, before following after the prince into the stately garden.



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It was so impressive, that amidst the flames and the burning keep, there was a palatial and beautiful garden, so verdant and green with life; the kind of garden one would see in the Earthen lands or even the sky sanctuaries in the Realms of Air. The garden they were in was encased in a massive glass dome that was held together by thin black metal. All the flowers were bright in contrast of the glassy sanded desert. A stream ran through, going to several small fountains, a very large one dominating the middle, and a large space was empty save for silver benches. Currently the Prince sat on one of these benches.



"Are you following me now, human?" he asked in his cool tone.



Eva stopped in place the moment he spoke, but had gathered her bearings and continued to walk a little closer, looking at the local flora. "Perhaps, but not for ill intentions, Your Majesty." She glanced his way. "Like you, I too do not find any immediate satisfaction in committing to such a surprising turn of events. But do you not agree that you too are exhausted of the constant death of your subjects and soldiers?"



"Considering I have never been close to anyone, including my father, I do not feel much, if anything, for anyone." He still did not look at her, his eyes finding immediate preference to the white marble by his feet. "Our race does not view death and sacrifice in the same way you humans do. There is nothing wrong with a good death. We even view it as honorable..." His voice trailed off, like he was sad about something.



Her head tilted a slight from the way he talked about his people in such a detached notion. "Such is the same as animals in a way. They lose members of their family, their clan, their group; they simply continue on with their lives. Something that humans cannot ascertain." She shook her head in a defiant way though. "But tending to the wounds of the men and women who fight, I cannot help but feel for them, even though I am forbidden to entering the battlefield myself... I cannot save them all, but I want to do what I must to end the needless bloodshed."



Rowan gave a shrug of his shoulders; he was forced into this whether he wanted to or not. For all it mattered to him, their races could fight for eternity. "Perhaps one day, I will care for my people as my father does, but that will not be soon."  He finally looked at her from the corner of his eye. There was no feeling there, only emptiness; someone who tired from a life of little excitement.



"It may not be immediate, but if you truly feel for your people, however small, that time will come." Eva looked back at the Prince. She couldn't lie; Prince Rowan was a very elegant man, sharply dressed and complete with a fiery mane of flowing crimson hair; a handsome, beautiful man. Yet he didn't seem to act much like the fiery warriors that she had heard her soldiers talk about.



"If I may speak, Your Majesty, you seem very subdued and collected, unlike what I heard your people act as."



He narrowed his eyes at her, then looked away, letting out a small huff. "You know it wasn't my people who started this war, right?" He said matter-of-factly, then looked back to her, "We are elements, born of this realm, and for centuries' worth of mortal lives, we have lived here. But then that fateful day came. Humans were here, infesting the Elemental Plains." He gestured with his hands in an arc, a small puff of smoke and fire formed then disappeared.  Rowan quickly stood in what appeared to be a single fluid movement, facing the princess, a fire dancing behind his eyes. "Your people, your race, didn't want us here. So they thought they'd just get rid of us. In, OUR, WORLD." While talking he had closed the gap between them, coming to a stop before her and leaning down in a menacing way.



"Be that as it may, the people of Elsgarde are isolated." She stood her ground even with the fire emanating from the Prince, his heat more than intimidating. "I am not a historian, Prince Rowan. I do not know how long we have been here, separated from our kin in these lands for five generations. But like your people and the other creatures and elementals, we are here; we were given an unjust hand, but we have fought purely for survival, for the right to live in this realm as much as any being deserves to." Eva glanced away, past the glass to the scorching outsides. "The Elsgarde Empire is the bastion in which all of humanity can return to. We may have 'infested', as you so roughly worded it, the four Realms. But all other attempts to contact other human kingdoms outside of this continent have ended in disaster. If our roles were changed, surely you would see our desire to live as much as yours, Your Majesty."



He stood back up straight, the same dead look returning to his eyes. "Like I said, I don't care about anyone, especially you humans. Trapped in your soft flesh bodies..." A look of disgust was plastered on his face. Even though he currently looked human in appearance, a touch would reveal his higher body temperature and skin that seemed as heated rock. He had almost threatened her by saying he'd wipe all humans from their realms, but held his tongue.



"Well, I apologize that we cannot ascend our flesh to elemental heights, unlike the majority of sentients in the Elemental Planes." Eva bit her tongue, becoming more infuriated herself with his bland, biting attitude despite his inner temperatures. Even standing this close to Rowan, she could feel his heat. "But if the majority of Elementals shared your flame, humanity would certainly be seared, drowned, suffocated, crushed... extinct." She smirked simply to him before walking towards a garden of flowers, gingerly touching one of them. "Mayhaps I may learn something here..."



He clenched his fists and ground his teeth, not letting into his anger, lest he say something that would truly ruin any hope of their union. As much as he didn't want this, he had no choice in the matter; it HAD to happen. He instead chose not to bother with a reply and the clacking of his low heeled shoes could be heard as he walked back towards the castle.



--

Rowan went back to his room with a boiling temper that he couldn't control. Oh, how she infuriated him! Silently yelling, he threw around a volley of fireballs around his room, obliterating everything within, save for his bed. A true temper tantrum.



Once he was finished, the pristine walls were marred with black scorches, and his curtains, tapestries and clothes fluttered, their ends singed and burning.



With no other method of relief at the moment, she remained standing in place, casting aside all pretense of her human guise, letting a different form overcome her regal fineries: a shapely horned female with literal coal-black skin, immense horns, and limbs all kissed with flames and magma and fury, left to smolder and rage within her chambers, filling the room with intense heat.



"Damn... that... HUMAN...!"



This form of the Flame Prince could only smolder and rage all around her. Her chambers could barely withstand the intensity of the heat emitted from her true and primal form, barely fearing for the welfare and foundation of the castle itself.



All around the Flame Prince was charred effects, blackened walls, and her fiery anger. She dare not move another inch, as she would become inclined to unleash her true, primal self, and incinerate half the castle to brimstone and ash.



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Eva sighed inwardly to herself before looking back at the garden. "A miracle that anything so beautiful can grow in such an inferno." She stood up and dusted the front of her dress off with a svelte hand, fingertips delicately running along her own collarbone. "It will not surprise me if I die here one day. But for the sake of my people..."



She shuddered uneasily; if this was how he reacted to her initially, how would he react to the discovery that the princess had some extra 'equipment'...?



"'Scuse me ma'am?" A heavily accented voice called out to her.



"AH~" She was startled by the sound, before she turned to see the owner of the voice. A dainty and shapely little woman, no taller then a child, smiled at her. She was a fire elemental, very obviously, with her hair a cascade of jade-toned flames.



"Ma'am, your affects 'ave been taken to your room. I'm here to take ya' there."



"Ah, o-of course. Lead on, then." She would then follow the little Elemental woman out of the garden, wondering where her own servants were escorted to.



The little woman practically bounced beside the Princess and kept looking up at her with a smile. Eva had caught her, but had responded with a nervous, sheepish smile.



"Sorry, ma'am. You're the first 'uman I've seen! 'Triguing, indeed!"



She led the Princess up the same staircase the Prince had descended earlier, and down a long and rather dark hall with only 3 doors.  They however, stopped at the first door, which was still a ways from the opening of the hall. "This room is yours. The middle door," she pointed, "leads ya ta the royal bath, and the last door is the Prince's." The servant caught notice of Eva crinkling her nostrils uneasily, as they could see definite smoke and heat radiating from the far end of the room.



She smiled assuredly at Eva, with several fanged teeth flashing. "Why don't you go 'ead and get ready for the night meal? Someone will be by to fetch you."



"Ah, I see. Very well then. Thank you kindly, miss." She nodded and bowed to the servant, before stepping inside the admittedly nice bedroom. It was warm, spacious, and had what most women would kill for; all the room in the world for their attires, outfits, and belongings.



Eva finally breathed a faint sigh of relief; a moment all to herself, before she slipped out of her heels and walked on hosed feet towards the armoire, filled with many sorts of dresses and other stately articles of regal ladyhood.



Fingers began peeling off her dress, careful of the paddings worn against her chest and hips that presented herself with the illusion of a more prominent feminine shape, cooled of sweat due to the earlier high temperatures of the outer environments. The 'Princess' would slip out of her dress, hose, and undergarments to take on a new gown for tonight...

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 1)
Within the dimension of Paracelsus, the realm of the four Elemental Planes, a human empire has been separated from the rest of the world for many generations. Constantly besieged by elementals on all sides, the Elsgarde Empire has fought for so long against all comers, purely for survival in this menacing realm...

Chapter 1: Meeting in the Firelands

Desperate for some relief from the constant warring, the human empire of Elsgarde makes an important arrangement with the fire kingdom of Kasairona...

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This is a story and RP co-created by myself and with my dear friend :iconsailor-alnilam: A tale of war, politics, and arranged love...

The preview image was also made by :iconsailor-alnilam:
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I'M SO PROUD #038 (Final) by TheWrightWay
I'M SO PROUD #038 (Final)
It's so sad, in a way. He's completely forgotten the admittedly proud, cocky, emotional, arrogant bitch that he used to be. I mean, I'm GLAD he didn't recognize himself in that picture, but... What the heck did Bertha do to him exactly?? He's... kinda acting like a bro, and it's kinda off-putting, and yet... maybe deep down, this is what I wanted.

That journey really fucked with his mind. SOMETHING tampered with his mind that made him go Primeape-shit whenever he lost a Pokemon. But now, he seems, I dunno, almostNORMAL...


"Huh? Hey, dude, check it out! That Pokemon just walked up to me! I think... I want this little guy! It's kinda fugly-looking, but he seems cool! Oh! It's a girl. Well, maybe she'll help me get some chicks!"

"...That's a Bi--...Bidoof, dude."

"So?"

"So... er, she's not goin' away, either."

"She's kind of adorable, actually! Who's an adorable fugly little Bidoof~?"

"Wow... Well, whatcha gonna call her?"

"Hmm... Gertrude. Just seems kinda right, ya know? She LOOKS like a Gertrude."

...Full circle...

-Kelly and John on a stroll.

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I'M SO PROUD #037 by TheWrightWay
I'M SO PROUD #037
...Not so proud now... are you?

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R.I.P
Dominique the Staraptor
Lv. 2 - Lv. 52

Cause of Death:
Elite Four Bertha
Lv. 53 Gliscor's Ice Fang

R.I.P.
Cici the Machamp
Lv. 6 - Lv. 51

Cause of Death:
Elite Four Bertha
Sandstorm chip damage while fighting Lv. 55 Hippowdon

R.I.P.
Fade the Gengar
Lv. 13 - Lv. 51

Cause of Death:
Elite Four Bertha
Sandstorm chip damage while fighting Lv. 55 Hippowdon (but took her down with him after tanking a Stone Edge)

R.I.P.
Pork Puff the Mamoswine
Lv. 32 - Lv. 52

Cause of Death:
Elite Four Bertha
Lv. 52 Rhyperior's Megahorn

R.I.P.
Burner the Rapidash
Lv. 16 - Lv. 54

Cause of Death:
Elite Four Bertha
Lv. 52 Rhyperior's Earthquake

Game over...~

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I'M SO PROUD #036 by TheWrightWay
I'M SO PROUD #036
"Poor, sweet, dumbass little Kelly...

"Hahahahaha~!! From the moment you commanded your stupid monkey to leer non-stop at my little Verdapin, you've more than shown how pathetic you were compared to me! And killing my poor little Gertrude--that was only a cheap fluke!

"I dunno what I was thinking, having those gay little fantasies about making you my little crossdressing paper doll, making you MY darling boyfriend! You were pathetic! You couldn't even keep up with me! You NEVER could!!

"...Why am I even talking to you?? Your dumb ass got knocked out by Dominique's Brave Bird because you tried to lessen the blow on your Heracross.

"*sigh* You'll wake up just fine afterwards. And when you see me, I'm going to be the Champion, and I can put this all behind me...

"Put it ALL behind me..."

-Jean, healing his Pokemon before beginning the challenge of the Elite Four.

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TheWrightWay
Apollo Alexandre
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Canada
Current Residence: Edmonton, AB, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Video game, but I can appreciate classical, techno, and some "hit-stations" on the radio.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: SanDisk Sansa
Wallpaper of choice: Nice-looking/humorous ones
Favourite cartoon character: See also above, but wants Spongebob Squarepants to die in a fire...
Personal Quote: Hmm/Mmm
Interests
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Music stored in laptop
  • Watching: Comedy Network, Discovery Channel, Teletoon, VGCW
  • Playing: PSO-2, Shin Megami Tensei 4, Project X Zone
  • Eating: lots
  • Drinking: lots
New puppy in the limelight, taking hours away from sleepy times so she could get us up to take her outside.

Lazy days where I don't really feel any urge to work/type  while watching over said puppy to ensure that she doesn't pee/poop in the house.

The Metal Star Prophecies, High School Slayers, (Fire Red Nuzlocke done, wondering if I'm gonna try it again if I get Pokemon X/Y), and now a new sort of idea for a story, or even more so, a script in the mental woodworks. Something superhero-y, a battle between laws and freedom, oppression and anarchy, order and chaos, seen in a different light...

Oh, and Otakon. I'm definitely going to that this year, for EFFING sure. *nods*

Perhaps staying out there for a little bit will jog up my mental drives, get me to finally break out of my MSP block for Chokehold.

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Thanks for enjoying Moon!
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Happy Birthday c:
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Gina + Lucian. ^_^ Found you.
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Oh Hey, I'm Nicodapeek on Gaia Online C:
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why does the "guy" need a suite?
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...???

Dunno... why does the 'guy' need a suite?
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[link] this might explain things.
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Oooooooh...

... *shrugs* Appropriate skin tones, so the mask matches the body. lol
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