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The carriage bumbled along that rough road, as being this far in the country meant the roads were in some disrepair, allowing the occasional shift from side to side. The Flame Prince's eyes had noted the Nexus-Point that joined the Elemental Plane of Fire to the human lands of this continent for the very first time. And the sensation of crossing through a Nexus-Point was indeed a first for Prince Rowan, which, alongside the Princess Eva and their escort, felt a slight shifting of their internal organs. Nothing more than mild discomfort that passed as they continued down the countryside.

Once they had started passing through the smaller villages and settlements, the roads were paved in tan brick, affording a smoother ride. Their carriage looked unimportant, but merely as a means to not draw attention, aside from the fact that the fire nation guards dressed as cloaked sellswords, tough looking individuals that would dissuade pitiful human thieves and highwaymen from attempting anything on them.

Rowan wore simple clothes for this trip, a white long sleeved tunic with gold embroidery and white pants. A beautifully detailed red belt was at his waist. He sat with his legs and arms crossed, his head lowered and his eyes closed. They were already married, according to his people. But Eva's Empire would not recognize this until they were wed in the human capital. It was all tedious business, but he supposed this allowed them to live in either capitol whenever they chose.


He let out a low sigh, wishing he could sleep, but the atmosphere was a little uncomfortable, both with the human realm's middling temperatures, and with his new wife sitting across from him. Rowan remembered how he left her last night, sweaty, drunk and whining incessantly. He almost felt embarrassed with the looks he received this morning when he was found in his own bedchambers. And of course, the maids were the first to gossip about the unconsummated marriage, already fearing ill tidings for Kasairona.

Princess Eva, dressed in her slim traveling gown and a fur stole around her shoulders, glanced over at the Prince seated across from her. So badly did she want to say something, but the fact that her head was throbbing uneasily reminded her that she had more than a lady and a healer combined should have imbibed the night before. She had awoken all sweaty and exhausted, her wedding dress and honeymoon attire underneath all in a thin sheen of sweat, to the point of almost becoming translucent fabric. Even a cool bath, a generous goblet of water, and a change of clothes didn't completely quell her hangover.

The temperate climate of her home, compared to the scorching heat of the Fire Realm, was almost chilling in the transition, but it made her feel right at home again. sighed quietly, eyes lost in the green pastures past the Nexus-Point and towards the closest village from that point. It all had elated her.

Until regards with the Prince once more plagued her thoughts, sending that uncomfortable feeling into the pit of her stomach.

"Y-Your Majesty, last night... w-was I... unbearable in any sort of way?" She spoke meekly, but a tone that did not sound like her lady-like tone.

He did not open his eyes for a moment, and when he did they seemed to glow in the carriage's dim light. "No. You were not unbearable. But you enjoyed chattering the entire time you were in your unacceptable stupor. Things about 'Princes' and thrown away clothes." He gave a small shrug.

She blushed in crimson, eyes looking down at what he talked about, about what she had 'blathered on' about last night. "Ah, I see... I-I apologize for bothering you with such yammering, Your Majesty..."

Her feet kicked innocently enough, small heeled ankle-boots and sheer black leggings beneath her gown. Before long her eyes looked to the Prince's once more, fingers gripping her own arms uneasily.

She couldn't avoid this topic any longer, especially if they were to be wed again in her own homeland and then forced to consummate their union at last.

If she would die here, at least it would be far away from any of her subjects, sparing them from the Prince's wrath.

"...If I may, Your Majesty, I-I-I must confess something to you."

The Prince's heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. Ice seemed to run immediately through his veins.

"Oh?" He said quietly with a raised brow. "That perhaps you're not really the Princess? That they had thought to deceive me and my people by wedding me with someone else from the royal court? Or even a pitiable peasant?!"

"N-n-no! I-I'm not a noble or a peasant, oh no, Your Majesty..." She bit her bottom lip, her legs nuzzling together. "Y-you were given bare information about being in an arrangement with a child of the Imperial Throne, yes? Nothing specific?"

"Of course... Why?"

"Th-there... There never was a daughter Of the Imperial Throne, there was only... a-a-a son."

Rowan's face didn't change; he just kept staring down at the floor. Then slowly a hand raised to be placed at his temple, eyes closed and what seemed like a small sigh of relief escaped him.

He looked at her from the corner of his glowing eye, looking to the 'Princess' who had, with eyes closed, steeled herself for an instantaneous incineration for this confession. He even shook his head at this pitiful display; at the very least, he was impressed that Eva was prepared for death.

Rowan lowered his arms, sitting a little more upright. "Well, this works out better then planned, yes? I'm a prince, yes, but I am female."

Eva's stance seemed to soften a slight, eyes carefully looking up to the Flame Prince's strong form. "Pardon?"

He let out a heavy, exasperated, impatient sounding sigh, "You have seen how androgynous some of our people can appear with your own eyes, yes? Well, I am female. I chose to be a Prince though, not a Princess; I am not one to be confined in dresses and finery."

Eva glanced to Rowan again, eyes forcing themselves to meet Rowan's own. "Y-you certainly demonstrated this facet of yours, Your Majesty... B-But do your--"

"My citizens are aware of my gender, Princess." He said curtly. "But because I am a female Prince, I am not allowed on the battlefield; too rare a commodity, my father had said. Perhaps the only downfall to my choice. If I were male, it would have been a different story."

"Ah, y-y-yes, I can see this now." Eva sighed out of slight relief; one primal fear about their consummation would thankfully not happen to her vulnerable back door. "I suppose it was difficult for me to notice; you are very built indeed, and you exude such a strong, confident air about yourself, Your Majesty. If you were of my kingdom, you would be more than a welcome addition to the battlefield, regardless of gender." Eva nodded. "Not that I doubt your capabilities; I am certain you would topple me in fisticuffs, Your Majesty."

He gave a simple nod. It was true that she was capable with a sword, but her father wouldn't hear of her going into battle. Even as a Prince, she was still a woman, and thus had to produce an heir, and was indeed considered far more valuable off the field of battle.

"Seems though that when we arrive, I will have to fit myself with a more... FEMININE attitude." A sour look most definitely crossed Rowan's lips. "After which, I have decided that you will refer to me as Princess Rabekah."

"Oh?" The dressed 'Princess' glanced curiously at Rowan. "Is that your birth name?"

"Don't be ridiculous." She snapped at him. "Rowan is my true name, but--let us be honest, who had heard of a Princess with such a strong name as that? So it is with a, well, feminine name that I must ingratiate myself with for the time being."

Eva could feel the embitterment in Rowan's regards to a proper feminine identity. Just the notion of even using a different name seemed to make the Flame Prince betray his own values. "I-If it is not in your comfort zone to dress in feminine attire, you needn't force yourself to, Your Majesty." Eva blushed brightly. Although, looking at the Prince again, imagining her body dressed in very feminine attire, was a very tempting thought; Eva was still a growing young man, after all. "Y-your reputation would be more than enough, Pr-Princess Rabekah..."

"How kind of you to placate me, young 'Prince'." Rowan shook his head. "But no, they expect you to marry a woman, not a Prince. So I shall adopt my role as the Princess. This is not up for debate, wife."


The Flame Prince raised a hand to stop her from speaking more about it.

It was there that the journey seemed to take an awkward air between them, even as the ride became much smoother, and the 'sellswords' guarding the caravan were making quiet rumors to themselves regarding their enemies, the elusive Air elementals.

"I-I cannot change into my pr-princely attire until we arrive at Elsgarde Keep proper, but if I may offer to show you around the Empire while you are here, it would elate me." Eva insisted in her meek tone.

"Hmm." Rowan said with a grunt. "You COULD show me."


Rowan didnt know what to think as of yet, spending a millenia inside his own kingdom, whether it be on this earthly plane or the true elemental plane that housed the Eternal Flame.  The ground was covered in grasses and wheats, tall trees dotted the landscape and up ahead along the horizon the city of Elsgarde could be seen. A giant castle protected behind a massive wall, only the upper most spires could be seen from this distance.

Eva let his feet sway sheepishly, eyes looking out the window as they began to travel through the castle town, seeing the many houses and citizens he held so dear to his heart so closely, living their lives like nothing was plaguing them.

Eyes glanced up towards Elsgarde Keep proper as the carriage continued on their way. But then his oceanic blue eyes met the Flame Prince's, the air between the two continuing to be awkward.

"So... Your Majesty..." Eva said meekly.

"Yes?" he replied dryly; they'd already confessed to one another, what else could he want to speak of? He continued to hold Eva's gaze, his eyes smoldering lightly and literally. A faint light and smokiness escaped the corners of his eyes.

He gulped uneasily, already intimidated by the fact that the Flame Prince's eyes were literally smoking a sort of hateful heat at him. "...I-It's Evan. My true name is Evan. E-Evan Resplen Elsgarde."

His eyes glanced away from him again, still feeling that encompassing hate on him.

"Evan? How... similar to Eva. So does anyone else from the human kingdom know of--" He saw how Evan looked away, his body rigid and looking out the window once again, serving only to annoy him further. "Do you fear me, Prince?" He looked from Evan's feet up to his face, seeing his obvious unease.

He gulped from the burning question. "F-Forgive me, Prince Rowan..." He looked to him again, feeling that heated glare coming off at him. "Every moment you look at me as such, I feel as if I had offended you in some way." He glanced to the ever-approaching keep in the distance, before looking to the female prince again. "It is terrible, yes. I apolo--"

He tapped his fingers restlessly against the seat, "Stop!" he scolded, "It irritates me more to see you cower as prey. You're a Prince; act as one!"  As they were both Princes, they were quite equal in every way. But that aside, it pissed Rowan off. "Perhaps you should have been a woman after all."

He had to steady himself, steady his breathing. The words the Flame chided him with practically incinerated his words deep. But he was right.

"...Then do not give me a reason to feel like prey to you, Prince Rowan." He didn't clench his eyes shut this time. If he would be fried here, it would be as a proper member of the Imperial Family.

"Regardless, only the Imperial court and servants are aware of my... persona, so to speak, Your Majesty." He went back to answer his earlier question.

A small smirk appeared on Rowan's lips as Evan didn't flinch away this time. "Oh? Then perhaps you need a thicker hide. I've only been myself, but if that is too much for you to handle..."

Rowan chuckled darkly as she noted the color on Evan's face draining a slight, not liking the undertone of his voice. There was a far deeper secret Rowan would likely never speak to Evan:

In days past, when the humans first arrived at the lands that would one day become Elsgarde, the elementals viewed them as a new food source, and each had a macabre preference.

Air would devour the breath from their lungs.
Water would drain the blood from their veins.
Earth would remove and grind down their bones.
Fire would siphon the heat from their bodies.

Truly Evan would have had more to worry about, if it wasn't such a guarded secret that they had made sure would disappear over the centuries.

Once again, the trip took a dark and awkward air between them. As if he--no, he'd stop thinking that way of Rowan. She was the Flame Prince, his 'husband'... but still a woman. Regardless, it would be a miracle if she would even consider showing an ounce of kindness towards him, or garner a peek of her in a gown.

Rowan actually gave a bit of a laugh seeing Evan like this, his small fangs showing as he did so. "Apologies, but you look like you'd pass out from fright." He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his eyes glowing brighter. "You have made me a fangless predator, Evan. But do not think I have lost my claws."

He gulped hard again. "To see any emotion besides your neutral... distaste... it will take much time to adjust to, Princess Rabekah."

Rowan would've let off a simple chastising had not the carriage finally come to a stop, as it arrived outside the massive gates of Elsgarde Keep. Many servants approached the escorted carriage, and began to take the effects off it. And with it, the doors opened for the both of them.

"Prince Evan Resplen Elsgarde, it is good to see that you are well." Amidst the servants, a stately mature-looking woman dressed in a flowing maid's dress approached, helping the dolled Prince out of the carriage. "My word... you look pale, Your Majesty, is something the matter?"

He shook his head and smiled faintly. "Nothing to worry about." Evan said softly, feet daintily touching the familiar turf.

"Presenting: Prince Rowan of Kasairona."

Another Herald barked, and as Rowan exited, showing his full height to them, easily taller then Evan by a full head, he felt all eyes on him. An uneasiness rippled through the crowd of servants. To have one of the most hated and feared of Elementals to be welcomed at their court. He looked around them, his face neutral as he stepped down and waited to be attended to.

The human Prince noted how the servants were initially antsy around her; justified, Evan mused as he cleared his throat, as they were servants, not soldiers.

"Please, everyone... The Flame Prince is our guest." Evan said simply, curtly. "Please bring the Prince's effects to the Royal's Wing at once."

"There is a spare room in the Royal's Wing, Your Majesty." The mature attendant bowed to him.

"Very good, Iliya. Then please escort the Flame Prince to her chambers." Evan glanced down at himself. "Admittedly, although I have become accustomed to dressing as a lady fair, I do desire to dress in my preferred raiment again, before we meet with Their Majesties."

"Of course. Emperor Einz and Empress Fiora are more than eager to see you once again, Your Majesty." Iliya then looked to the Flame Prince. "If you'll follow me, we will settle you into your chambers before your meeting with the Imperial Majesties."

Rowan could tell already that he wasn't liked by the maid; she seemed to have a very motherly air about her, poised at Evan, and would likely not bite her tongue if it came to a potential argument with him.

But the Flame just gave his standard smile and made a motion for the maid to show him the way.

Evan, when he glanced back at Rowan being escorted, he couldn't help but feel a lingering twinge of jealousy within his heart.

"How cruel of her; she never once smiled at me..."


"So, if you wouldn't mind a question from a mere servant, Your Majesty." Iliya spoke while she glanced back to the servants taking the Prince's belongings to the prepared chambers. "How has Prince Evan fared in your Kingdom?"

He gave a slight, hmph, not in a hostile way but merely a noise. "He would have been better off from the start to say that he was indeed male and not masquerading as a woman. Given that select people in my court are aware of my sex, they found it odd that I'd agree to such a thing as to marry a woman."

"Their Majesties did not have the knowledge of your true gender when the peace agreement came to pass." Iliya said, as they continued through the stately halls. "So they had err'd on the side of caution." The attendant shrugged her shoulders. "Then I would presume that if you both were indeed men, there would perhaps be talks of nobles to fill the role of siring heirs to the throne--"

"BUT," Rowan interrupted the attendant's thoughts, not wanting to hear where that train of thought would lead. "aside from the occasional annoyance for not asking when needing things, all was well." A slight shrug of the shoulders, eyes looking around at the smooth stone walls and thick tapestries that decorated the hall.

"Hm, not wanting to trouble anyone for his own well-being... that does sound like the Prince indeed." She nodded. She stopped her tracks in front of a chamber. "These shall be your chambers, Prince Rowan."

She opened the door to the spacious room. It was in shades of purple and silver. A four poster canopy bed with sheer black curtains greeted the Prince as well, along with a boudoir and a vanity.

Red eyes gazed around the room, hating the tones. "I'd like to speak with a decorator... the colors in here..." It was obvious as he stood there in his white , red and gold attire. This room was not any reflection of himself. "Your Prince needs to learn to speak up for himself. How ever shall he be a ruler if he cannot?"

"Hmm... on the matter of his subjects, he is absolutely vocal." Iliya stated, watching the servants set Rowan's things away carefully. Another gesture from the mature attendant would indicate that the colors were not to the Prince's tastes, and to begin re-arranging it to be more complementary. "Whenever soldiers, servants, or citizens are injured, he has always been so direct and strict with treating them, not even concerning his own person when mending them. He even takes trips to the Castle Town to ensure there are no unhealthy citizens."

"But I suppose, given his experience, speaking with delegates is his weakest point... especially if he's off-put by them." She said firmly, overseeing the servants who were working as a unit to change the tone of the chamber to a more Fire-appropriate environment. "I wonder why..." She mused with an almost sarcastic twinge.

Rowan gave a slight frown and narrowed his eyes to her. "So you're saying he'd let himself become injured, rather then care about himself? Interesting. But I will not have my spouse die of such selfishness." He pursed his lips.  But he stopped speaking, no need to say to much to her, she had no say in the matter, it's something he would do later this evening if he had the time.

"...Selflessness." Iliya shrugged her shoulders, as if correcting the flame. "He's been selfless to a fault, ever since he was little and taken to the healer's role."

Within the hour the room had been transformed, sparkling gold and red cloths hung above the bed and tapestries in similar colors hung on the walls, the sheer black curtains remained around the bed as well. The silver sconces on the wall had even been changed out for blackened ones. It finally looked like one that he may have had in his own palace.

She crossed her arms and smirked at the completed transformation. "Heh, I may not be in the army any more, but I think that was a well co-ordinated rearrangement. How does it fare, Your Majesty?"

Striding to the nearest tapestry and running his long delicate fingers over it, he gave a soft hum of appreciation. Surely they were very fine to the humans, but to him, it could be better if an elemental had woven it.  "It is good." he replied, "Almost feels like home. But, the air flow seems... stuffy."  He felt a tightness to his chest, like his Core lacked proper oxygen to keep burning as brightly.  For now he opened a window, allowing a cool breeze to pass over him, taking in a deep breath of air, smelling the lack of anything remotely sulfuric.

"Oh, yes, you ARE a Fire elemental, after all." Iliya noted the Flame Prince from behind. "There are not a lot of windows in the Royal's Wing, nor is there a definite breeze passing through, even on a more blustery day. The barracks, on the other hand, is well ventilated, but it's hardly a place for royalty or nobles." A dark smirk crossed her features. "Especially those who are not qualified for battle--"

He turned firmly on his heels to her, his mask of emotionless apathy on his face. "Leave." He snipped, excusing all the servants, including her. Most of his items had already been put away neatly in the wardrobe but a couple trunks sat with their lids open, clothes partially hanging out.  Rowan kept his eyes on her, daring her to say anything else.

Iliya chuckled simply, the last one to leave, before bowing in a proper curtsy. "As your wish, Your Majesty." When she left and closed the door behind her, she loosed a smirk to herself as she left the Royal's Wing. "I'm glad I'm not in my prime any more... I would've loved to snuff out that entitled little candle."


Rowan wanted to incinerate that woman. She was already infuriating with that attitude of hers, and the way she mentioned 'not being qualified for battle', it made him clench his fist firmly. How did a servant-woman like her know about HIS station in Kasairona?? About HIS entitlement and detriment all in--

But not long thereafter came a soft knock to his chamber doors. He shook his head and breathed out bitterly. "Proceed."

In came a younger maid, bowing lowly and being careful to not look him in the eye.

"Their Imperial Majesties wish to see you now, Sire." She kept her head down and backed out of his way.

A nod of his head, going to his vanity and selecting a black ribbon which he used to tie his hair, a high ponytail, the short strands of hair sticking like some kind of crown. Only after did he leave his chambers, being led towards the throne room by another faceless-to-him servant.

He peered in to see his wife, Evan. He seemed to be in well spirits, as the Crown Prince of the Elsgarde Empire was now out of a fancy dress. His healer-like raiment, suit-like in appearance, with matching blue and white and silver accents that depicted royalty, seemed to fit him more appropriately, Rowan mused. He even tied his effeminate hair into a simple lengthy ponytail, draping it right between his shoulders. And he appeared to be in conversation with the Emperor and Empress, looking regal and refined.

Evan's eyes turned to the entrance hall, seeing the Flame Prince standing there. "Mother... Father..." Evan nodded simply, looking to Rowan, beckoning him forward with a simple gesture. "Her--H-His Majesty, Prince Rowan of Kasairona."

Emperor Einz nodded firmly, standing from his throne with his strong presence and bearded visage. "We of Elsgarde welcome you to our abode, oh Flame Prince."

The portly and more elegant Empress, however, held a more curious glance towards the, according to her mind, 'crossdressed princess', informed of this note from her son. "Indeed. You grace us with your... unique presence."

He gave a small bend of the waist to the king his left hand covering his right side of his chest. Then his gaze rose to the queen, the mask of disinterest back on. "A pleasure." he said lowly, his voice as androgynous as his appearance.  After the introductions he went to stand with his 'wife'.


"They do not like me..." he said quietly so only Evan could hear.

"I-I know my mother, for certain... sh-she's old-fashioned. My father, though--" He could feel their eyes on him, and so he cleared his throat and spoke up. "I-I understand that, b-between all of us, there may be some tension yet." He sought to mediate between them. "But is this not the reason why we have come to this? So that we may yet foster some means to end the bloodshed between us?"

"Indeed, my son." The Emperor nodded in agreement, looking towards Rowan. "Evan had told us that despite a minor upset or so with the heat, he had enjoyed himself in the Kingdom of the Fire Realm. How courteous of the good King and his son."

The Flame Prince nodded once. "Yes, " he dropped much formality here, as he was older then even the Emperor, and several emperors and kings prior. In elemental society, age mattered more then title, but he retained a respectful air for him. "I had to lend a certain artifact to help keep Eva--an--Evan, from dehydrating or dying from heat stroke, but all was well. I'm afraid I was terribly busy, not able to spend much time with him."

Evan had stilled his tongue; he knew firsthand that that wasn't true, that she had completely forbade him to get anywhere near her. But he didn't wish to correct what was potentially a still viable threat.

"Oh, I see." The Empress kept her gaze on both her son's anxious silence, and her son's future spouse, not exactly liking the shifted gaze her son did. "Well, seeing as you're in our lands, you may take this time to... unwind, and relax your weary self. It MUST be taxing to work so diligently--"

Evan noted the attitude. "Mother--"

"Now, let's not jump to conclusions, Fiora." The Emperor cut a look to his wife to be still for that moment. "This is indeed a tenuous moment between our Empire and the Kingdom of Flames. Which is why this proposal is viable--"

"It is just a lady's intuition, dear husband." She looked to Rowan. "Would you not agree, young Prince?"

Rowan stood a little straighter, looking her in the eye, 'Despite what is or is not between my thighs, I was raised as a male. Also, though I am not human, I fear I may lack this 'intuition' you speak of." His face was completely serious as he said that. "Do not forget, Eva is already my spouse. Thus, Kasiarona momentarily has more claim to him than your people."

Fiora cast another lackadaisical but judgmental look on Rowan. "Then perhaps the good 'Prince' of Flames would be more apt to treat their spouse as they are meant to--"

"STOP." Evan spoke out loud, firmly, having stood in front of Rowan, looking to his mother with a disappointed look, his cheeks a faint heated red. "Just... Stop. The both of you."

The Emperor couldn't help but smirk at the sight of his wife so stunned by being told to rein herself in. Indeed, the air was thick with discomfort on both sides.

"I will not have this sort of tension ruin what we are trying to preserve! Not here. Not ever." He looked to Rowan. "N-Now, I believe I owed you a proper tour of the Keep, yes? Especially as we've, well, already took notice of the throne room."

"HMPH..." Rowan had cast a molten gaze at Evan's mother, while extending a much kinder smile to the Emperor. "As my wife desires." He took Evan's arm and allowed him to walk her out of the throne room.


Immediately after, the Flame Prince relinquished his grasp on Evan, keeping his hands to himself, looking to the Prince of Elsgarde. Cold embers pierced into the human youngling's face, silently measuring his worth. "Well worded, Prince. Had you not diffused that boorish mother of yours, I would've incinerated her for even MENTIONING the notion of forcing me in gowns and the--"

Evan cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Well, I did not wish for any tension to befall you during your visit here in Elsgarde. Though," He glanced over to the Flame Prince. "I-It would not be an unwelcome sight to behold."

"OH?" Fiery orbs pierced him once again. "So you would join your mother's side, you coddled fool? To see me paraded about like a trophy in frills and lace for your people to--"

"N-no! That's not the case at all, Your Majesty!" Evan looked up into the taller Prince's striking crimson eyes, his cheeks still aflushed. "Even if you kept yourself entirely in your native attire and dressed as the Prince you are, I wouldn't speak out against it, seeing as y-you are more comfortable like this. But..."

His gaze continued to invade him. "Do not hold your tongue, boy. Speak your peace."

He jumped a slight when Rowan bade him to continue. "I-It would mend our personal gap if you did wear a gown, or a dress, or anything remotely feminine." He rubbed his arm anxiously. "Not for the politics, or for the approval of my parents or the Empire, but... for me. Please."

Rowan's brows furrowed immediately, his personal heat beginning to radiate from his very being, looking down at the Crown Prince of Elsgarde. He clenched his fists, as if preparing to strike him for even demanding something like this from him.

And yet, the Flame Prince mused internally, there could be some perk to having a spouse now. And not just having access to the coffers of two royal families, or the authoritative power he had. A spouse that was comfortable around him would be very easy to manipulate, instead of one who feared him.

"Very well." Sighing for the moment, the Flame Prince looked to him with that neutral feature of his. "Tomorrow, you will escort me into your settlements to acquire some gowns. If I am to be paraded about as what you deem a Princess, then I demand only perfection."

Evan's eyes lit up excitedly. "O-Of course! We shall do so then, Princess Rabekah--"

"Evan, I will say this only ONCE. When I am not in my gowns, you will refer to me as Prince Rowan, as you always had back in Kasairona. Understand?" Evan could completely see it in the eyes; Rowan was on a completely different wavelength, almost seeming like she was truly a man, from her looks to her attitude. "Now, you wished to show me around? Then show me around, Prince Evan."


"Yes... As Her Majesty wishes."

His vocal disappointment was kept to himself, though he could still feel that dark glare continuing to penetrate him from behind, ready to cook him alive for even associating Rowan with the word 'her'.

Elsgarde Keep was vast and stately, and amidst the sights of the dining room, the parlors, and the ballroom, there were also the barracks, the training grounds, the armory and the infirmary. Everything that kept a stately palace together, both in lavish style and fortuitous defense.

"I-I always thought of Elsgarde as 'silk hiding steel'. We have our beauty, but we are just as vigilant in our peoples' rights to live. Seeing as we've been here for so long."

Rowan took all of these sights in stride, his arms crossing together as he walked behind the Prince. The sights of grandeur practically mirrored the castle of Kasairona, with the exception of the personal fiery touch that made it a proper home for the Flames. And the military quarters were impressive as well; he could see how the humans trained themselves, and how they were able to maintain their presence in these lands for as long as they have.

It almost bothered him. But, as always, this was merely business, as usual.

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 4)
Chapter 4: Lighting the Lantern

The journey to Elsgarde, the settling of the Flame in the human lands. Cold receptions, heated arguments, silent threats...


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:
[Chapter 9: Draw the Crowd]

[January 13th, 2016]
{Wholton Rosete Dormitories}

“What?! ARRESTED?!”

Sitting in her dorm room, Natalie had her phone by her ear, finishing typing up the last phrase for her current essay-writing assignment, before she had heard the specific ring-tone made especially whenever her little brother called. Classes today felt stressing and heavy, even if it was only the beginning of the winter semester, and since she got home, she got her wish of dressing in something loose and baggy, before appropriating her time towards her assignments.

But only a few moments after she answered the phone, she was greeted only with his shock and exasperation, dashing all hopes of positive relaxation.

“Yeah! I-It's so strange!! I mean, I had just gotten out of practice with the guys, when all of a sudden, we all see a police officer escort Mia out of the school!”

“No fucking way! For real?!” Inside, she was laughing joyously from her brother's farfetched words. But she had to rein in her enthusiasm, while clearing her throat. “Heh, lemme guess: I betcha she found some other guy to rape the crap out of--”

“Natalie, this isn't the time for that!” Geoff snapping at her seemed to cut deep to her.

“Oh of course it is!!” She groaned irritably. “I bet you that she FINALLY felt guilty for taking advantage of you at that party, so she came clean to the cops about it!”

“If that was the case, Nat, why would she come clean during the middle of a school day and make a scene about it?!”

“Hey! With a crazy little nut like her, I bet she wanted the attention!” She scoffed to the side of the phone, away from the speaker, ignoring her little brother's continued words. “Maybe she snapped after I kicked her ass--”

“You did what?!” She cursed herself for forgetting to completely move the receiver end out of her range.

“Fine, you got me--I beat the shit out of her last month for raping you--and don't you DARE say that I'm in the wrong here, Geoff! She fucking deserved it for doing that to you!!”

“It doesn't matter that you did that purely for my cause, Natalie!” Once again, his condescending tone seemed to hurt her. “You had no right to do that!! I mean--my God, Natalie! She could've had you arrested for assaulting her! Did you think you were smart like that--”

“Oh shut UP, Geoff! You think I care whether or not some fat little whore like her's gonna get me arrested on that sort of technicality?! I'd have been happy to take her down with me! She had NO RIGHT to do that to you! To my little brother!”

“Because I'd definitely want to see my sister throw her future away, purely for revenge! Nat, wh-what made you even consider that?!”

“Come ON, Geoff!!” She snapped again, her tone escalating once again. “If things were flipped around, you'd totally beat the shit out of some creeper who raped me, wouldn't you?!”

“Natalie...! Of course I would!” He had sounded so incredibly offended at the thought of the opposite.

“So why are you butt-mad about my beating the shit out of Mia then?! Do you still like her?!” Her lips twisted to a cruel sort of smirk. “Because after I beat her and sent her packing, I saw you with that other woman, Geoff. And you seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine. Like you just got over her easily. Am I wrong, Geoff? AM, I, WRONG, GEOFF?”

She could only hear an exhausted sigh of his own from his end. “Look, we'll talk about Lura at another time--”

“Oh goody, you know her enough that you know her name. How magical.” She answered sarcastically.

“Natalie, please--”

“You damn well better be ready to talk next time, alright? Goodbye.”


She hung up immediately on him, and set her phone down, before returning to her assignment, pressing the save button quickly to ensure she doesn't lose any of her work.

A timely and wise decision, as the moment her computer completely finalized her save, everything went to darkness around her.

“Are you KIDDING ME?!” Natalie finally vented out a louder cry of admonition; another power outage in the dormitory. It wasn't happening on a daily basis, but its persistence to continue interfering with her schoolwork and her personal life was beginning to grate on her nerves. “I am seriously getting sick of this shit.”

She got up and left her room, heading past her kitchen and living room, before opening the door to her dorm pad, seeing for herself, or rather, unable to see for herself, the fact that the power had been knocked out in the hallways, save for only one emergency light at the end of both hallways. All in all, with the exception of those lights at the ends of the hallway, there was only darkness.

As she was about ready to head back into her empty and darkened dorm room, she heard the sound of broken glass and a firm breaking noise in the dark. Natalie was more than ready to just slam her door shut and wait until the power came back on.

But the sound of a scream in the hallway more than made her reconsider that notion.

She stepped out into the halls with her door wide open, and began walking through the faintly illuminated darkness. Natalie approached one of the lit ends of the hallway, looking around for what was the source of the nearby scream and shatterings at her left and right.

“I know I heard someth--”

She felt a strong force pull hard at her neck, catching Natalie off guard for a brief moment.

Her cry was muffled in this assailant's arms, daring to bite down on this person's arm while thrashing her body against this fiend who was behind her. She even rooted her feet into the floor and attempted slamming the back of her head against the nose and chin of her attacker, hoping to bust her assailant enough to get away.

But the attacker's arms suddenly moved up around her neck and head, clenching her in place, and tightened against its body, feeling her muffled screams in its arms, feeling her struggle until another tightened squeeze knocked her out cold.

Her assailant let her drop to the floor, hitting the back of her head hard, before those same assaulting arms picked her up, and carried her out of the darkened dormitory.


{Masters Household}

“I'm home!”

Propping the door open with her back, Lacey called out inside the house. She had two grocery bags in her hands, carefully letting herself slide and push the door open, slipping inside the gap before setting the groceries casually on the floor. She stretched her arms up in the air, and got the kinks out of her neck as she glanced around, surprised at the lack of a reaction.

“Hello?” She called out again. “Andrew? Geoff?” She glanced at the time on the stairwell clock, sighing to herself. “If you boys want dinner, then you better help me out.”

She chuckled innocently to herself. She always wanted to belt out a one-liner like that, which tied into the notion that she knew that her husband and her son weren't home at the moment. Otherwise, they'd have already been home, helping their dear Lacey with the groceries. Not that she needed the help, but a little extra service would definitely not be denied.

“Andrew must be working late...” She mused as she stepped outside again to pick up the last of the grocery bags from the car. She locked the car doors and headed back into the house, repeating the same process to get the grocery bags inside. “And my little Geoffy must be out late with his friends--I swear, those basketball friends of his are gonna spoil my boy.”

She locked the house door behind her, and was ready to cart the bags already in her grasp towards the kitchen, already formulating what to make for her two men--

But the sound of the living room window being shattered inwards immediately caught Lacey off-guard. She turned and saw the horrific, blurred visage of a man in black. The dim light in the living room couldn't even shine a proper tone on this static-camouflaged fiend.

“Who are you?! Get away from--”

She had voiced before she was suddenly grabbed by her assailant, struggling and working her thinner but sturdier frame out of her attacker's grasp. But with every inch she got, her attacker worked another ounce of strength into her pressure, binding into her stomach and chest hard.

Before long, Lacey's attacker dug hard-sounding feet into the floor, and with an inaudible grunt, lifted her up and started to squeeze hard. Her eyes widened in recognition of what this was. She tried to wriggle out of this binding and strengthened bear hug, her hands pounding at her assailant's wrists, and even dug her heels into her assailant's waist, before she finally felt that gasp of air rush out of her lungs.

Her vision blurred to black, the last recollection being that she was being dragged out of her house through the broken window...


{Leviathan Bay: Downtown}

Geoff shivered coldly.

As he strolled through the winter-chilled park at night, bundled in a heavy and appropriate coat, his eyes looked up to the clear black sky, the sight of the moon in its waning phase. The streetlights lining the park illuminated the snowbound terrain and path, the park benches coated in snow, the entire setting quite a carefully painted canvas for urban Winter.

His mind was still lost in thought from what had happened yesterday.

The memory of Mia Elsman being taken away by an officer, and by her father--did what Natalie muse to herself actually happen? Did Mia actually become so overcome with guilt about what she did to him that she took it upon herself to get arrested?!

Another stray counter-argument crossed his mind, though: if she did, then why do it during school hours, surely causing a spectacle?

Or did she get caught up in something else that resulted with Mia getting herself arrested? Such as finding a negative outlet for being beaten up by his sister--

“Still can't believe she did that to Mia...” Geoff mused darkly about his older sister. It was a perfect familial gesture to beat the living daylights out of the girl who violated him while he was inebriated and unable to fend for himself. But it still didn't sit right with the tall blond, kicking at some of the snow on the trail.

“I mean, I know she was terrible and creepy in the end, but... she didn't deserve that...”

The drifting snow seemed to flutter by from the passing breeze. The rustling branches from the naked and leafless trees seemed to almost jitter from the cold that the lone human in the park seemed to be feeling at this moment. Geoff continued to ponder curiously about Mia, all the while his hands slipped into his pockets.

The sounds of crushing snow hurryingly underfoot behind him finally caught his attention.

But when he turned around, he had seen only the sight of a blurred, faceless individual cloaked in living static, charging him like a mindless animal, and pinning him to the cold concrete trail.

"AH!! What the hell--AGH--"

He could feel the fiend's hands grasp around his neck, trying to choke every gasp of air from his being. And as Geoff struggled and writhed underneath the smaller but stronger assailant, he was starting to feel lightheaded, a horrifying situation he did not wish to experience again.

"Get... off... OF... ME!!"

In a raspy cry, his hands that were clenched around his attacker's arms gripped hard in a strong crush, making his attacker cry out in an almost digitized groan, before throwing him off.

Geoff gasped uneasily, collecting a much needed breath of air, before seeing his assailant get up and rush towards him. He shook his head, and rolled away before forcing himself back onto his feet. He saw the look, per se, in his attacker's mosaic visage. He wouldn't stop. He would not stop.

He had to get away, to widen the gap between them, lest he get pinned and assaulted again. He had to get out of the park, to get to downtown proper, to--


Unfortunately, in his panicked haste, Geoff had slipped on some snow-hidden ice, his entire body hitting the powdery ground hard. His head made impact with the snowy grass instead of the concrete, but the sudden drop knocked him hard, futilely fighting to remain conscious, before completely submitting to unconsciousness.


{Masters Household}


Two pairs of feet stormed into the opened residence. Andrew Masters looked around in sheer horror at the sight of the front door that was thrown wide open, and the front window that was shattered and had scattered the broken glass all over the floor. And from assessing this situation, he hadn't see Rodrigo Manchez move past him into the kitchen entryway.

"Nothing looks out of place in here--"

"Nothing looks out of place?!" Andrew snapped, standing up straight now, his sturdy construction boots stomping past and shattering the broken shards of glass under his feet. "My house just got broken into!! Do a search, make sure they didn't take anything!"

In a quick motion, the two men had rushed throughout the residence, making hurried checks to ensure that nothing of value was taken. For Andrew, though, he had called out for his wife and his son, his worries intensifying when he didn't see or hear them. And in that intense search, Andrew's hands immediately called up Leonov Merton's number, fearing the absolute worst scenario that could've happened to his family.

"Damn it..." Andrew had ceased his search back in the foyer, his eyes looking out to the empty street, blacked-out houses, and violated doorway. "DAMN IT!"

He bitterly punched the frame of the doorway hard, feeling the stinging sensation of pain coursing throughout his arm. There was absolutely no way this could be happening to him. Not like this, not right now.

"Hey, Andy..."

He turned to the sound of Rodrigo's voice, eyes looking to the sight he hadn't seen in a very long time. A sight he had thought he wouldn't see ever again.

A sight from his former days of show-stopping glory in the ring.

A black briefcase, emblazoned with the logo of his former wrestling league's logo.

"I think... I think [b]he's[/b] finally cashing in??"

It was a strenuous month.

It seemed that all attempts to get even slightly friendly with the Prince Rowan seemed to end with Eva getting the cold shoulder or at most the darkest reception. And fearing that her own powers were getting weakened, she had taken to doing the most drastic yet basic of measures: inflicting pain on herself to ensure that her magic was still up to par, so much so that it barely showed scars along her constantly covered arms and wrists.

But now, the 'princess' was finishing the last of her make-up. Shimmering flame-red eyeshadow and lips, a stately and flowing white human-style traditional wedding dress complete with billowing skirt and puffed shoulders and sleeves, white arm-length gloves, white sheer nylons clipped by garter straps and wedding lingerie beneath the tight dress.

"If the Prince will kill me on this day when he discovers me..." Eva muttered softly to herself. "At the very least, I will die as a shining beacon for humanity..."


The number one thing on the prince's mind was not the wedding, but the fact that beneath this strong personality and shining armor, he was a female. The sheer technicality of two princesses marrying, that would spell trouble sooner then naught. But she had a plan to not consummate this marriage this night. A wicked smile played briefly on his face as his low heeled boots clacked on the black marble floor.

As the male to this wedding, he had to arrive first, and all who gathered let out small gasps of awe as he walked down the aisle, taking his place before the Priestess of this ceremony. At the altar, he had stood a stoic, sturdy, and proud beacon of Kasaironian nobility. Flame-forged armor graced the majority of his body, his arms, legs, and body covered in ebon and gold steels, with a red and golden ceremonial cape laced into the sturdy body of the armor, letting the proud emblem of the Kasaironian royalty display for all to see.

It wasn't long though before the music played for the princess to enter the grand room. After careful stepping down the stairs towards the grand chambers--she had not completely mastered navigating stairs in pointed heels intended for fiery elemental royalty--Princess Eva finally arrived at the doorway, the doors parting to display the lovely young woman. So many brazen blazing elementals were merely in awe at the human walking down the aisle, a thin veil hiding her face.

She should be sweating bullets, but the fact that she had stayed here so long, as well as forced herself to endure the hotter areas of this kingdom, with no thanks to the quaint heirloom Rowan had bestowed onto her earlier, she had finally become adjusted to the heat, albeit slightly. Then again, it wasn't the heat that was making her sweat.

The Flame Prince took his turn to glance at the bride coming down the aisle. If Rowan had been a pure-born male, 'he' was sure he'd appreciate how lovely Eva looked. But with all that was on his mind, he kept his usual grim look. 'Just make it through this...' he thought to himself.

As she joined him, he had to take her hand, give a small touch of his forehead to the back of her hand, and then stand side by side, one arm at her waist.

'Elemental ceremonies are certainly different to human ones.' Eva mused inside the back of her mind. So much choreographed movement, as if it was all staged, done before. In appearance, it all seemed intimate and innocent in its presentation. And yet, whenever she glanced at the Prince during the ceremony, during the priestess's ritual, it seemed as if it was all cold, calculated business as usual to him. In which again, to her, it hurt deeply.

'If this is truly how all elementals act during their matrimonial proceedings, it's a miracle how they have ANY children after...'

When the Priestess's words finally ceased, her black smoldering eyes looking to the soon-to-be wed couple; the moment came to kiss the groom. The bride turned and immediately met her lips to his--

She gasped from the moment his lips met hers. It felt so heated, a sort of spicy feel against her lips. It felt so warm in a way, making her entire body feel so heated from head to toe. Rowan did not linger though. He didn't know if it qualified as a kiss as it was so quick.

Once he did this he turned them towards the crowd, took her hand and led her to the banquet hall. All along the way, there were cheers of happiness. But his look barely changed; to Rowan, this day was simply horrid, an inescapable nightmare come to fruition.


The banquet hall was quite full after all the guests took their seats and filled the venue to capacity. Music played, wine was poured, and the table overflowed with sumptuous food.

To Eva, it seemed the banquet was the better part of the ceremony than the actual wedding. She enjoyed the food that was served, happily partook in the wine--while hoping this wasn't a different variation of the molten viscous corona that would've 'melted her innards' as Rowan stated--and even indulged to answer some questions from youngster elementals, who were no more than kindling interpretations of children, inquiring about what her lands were like or what element she was, as if they were unaware of what a human even was.

'I very well can't say that I'm a 'Holy' Elemental.' Eva's mind joked to herself after that question was asked. 'I would be tattled and seared for that--ahahaaaaaa~'

But she couldn't get the heated feeling of the Prince out of her body the entire time.

Rowan occassionly noticed a strange look to the princess, but merely brushed it off.  He didn't care if her face was plastered red or if she seemed even more annoyingly jubilant than usual. This was merely political delegation at its absolute worst, her mind instated again and again.

It had lasted for hours, and once or twice did the corners of the prince's mouth upturned in the slightest smile towards people who came to speak with him. People who congratulated the Prince for such a 'conquest', as some of the nobles and guardsmen would joke. People who weren't the Princess or any of her fellow race.

As darkness approached he felt a dread for the consummation ceremony. Normally they would be paraded to a wonderful honeymoon room, and have to stay there all night, and produce blood-stained sheets in the morning. Sometimes, if one paid enough, nobles could watch for 'authentication' that it was blood and not wine on the sheets. It was a night the Flame 'Prince' had dreaded the entire month he had hosted the Princess.

But Rowan would be given a saving grace this night, as a human messanger approached, handing him a sealed parchment from Eva's kingdom. A thin finger broke the seal, and eyes widened, his heart lept for joy. Trying very hard not to smile, he rose to his feet and tapped a knife to his wine glass.

"My fellow kinsmen and countrymen, I do apologize for this 'unfortunate' turn of events. It appears the human empire of Elsgarde wishes us to finalize our union with a human wedding ceremony of their own. In the meantime, they... erm, wish us to preserve our chastity until that time. So I will be traveling there in the morrow with the Princess." He sat back down as the newly-ruptured quietness descended over the hall.

Eva's jubilation soured almost immediately, her mood possibly altered by the wine not doing the Princess any favors.


The quiet and demure princess belted out loudly, startling the majority of the party. Rowan already had an annoyed expression gracing his features.

"You will silence your tongue immediately--"

"NO! I WILL NOT!!" Eva stood up firmly, though her stupor favored her to teeter a slight to the side. "Would i-it really matter?! Of COURSH NOT, OH, PRINSHH!! IT's all j-jusssht... J-just..."

Eva's face was flushed red. She fell silent immediately afterwards, pardoning herself to get some fresh air on the veranda. It was one of the heated areas of the castle that wasn't protected, but she so desperately wanted some air now, to try to vent in some form.

"Ugh... why couldn't we have jussssht gotten it out of the way NOW?!" She muttered in her inebriated state, having partaken in too much wine, slumping against the balcony rail. "A-Almighty One... pleashe... just let me--hic--float awaaaaayyy..."


"Where could that mortal fool have gone?!"

Rowan had left the ceremony sometime afterwards, merely looking for His Princess... the Princess. He hadn't expected such a frail mortal being to drink so much, nor did he expect her to finally have some sort of a harsh tone in that tirade. Not that it mattered; if he was a much crueler person, he would've fried her straightaway for that embarrassing turn of events.

He finally found her, slumping on a balcony rail, partly atop it.  He frowned deeply. "Ok," he said walking over towards her. "Methinks you've had enough to drink this eve." Large hands, one at the back of her knees and one at her back picked her up. He hugged her body against his armored chest and walked back towards her room.

She was slightly sweat-stained from standing outside; even as it was night, it was still a humid evening for her. "UGgghhh... I-I-I was never told about this... i-if I knew th-thoshe arrang--arrangg--arrangements..." She hiccuped loudly. "I-I would've put m-my princely a-a-attire t-to the shide..." She murmured sleepily, failing horribly to struggle out of this.

"Princely?" Rowan looked down at the Princess in his arms. She thought it as nothing more than the alcohol talking, and she had meant 'Princessly' instead, which even then was a grammatical error unfitting of royalty. He had a small amount of trouble opening the door and getting Eva into her room, but made sure to be quiet. A hangover was not a fun thing.

Softly he laid her on the bed. Her dress becoming a bit translucent in places where she had begun to sweat. Despite the prince thinking this was a cool night, it would always be, at best, a tad unbearable for humans.

"Mmmmrrph... s-s-shecrets... liiiiiieessh... b-bare it aaaall for my... people..." She murmured again, the dress slightly translucent due to the sweat to show off the outline of her slim waist, the skirt clinging to her thighs and legs, the outline of her wedding lingerie showing off every sheer inch of her, save for the dress bunching up around the groin area. "Niiiii... Niiiight...~"

Rowan's eyes maintained themselves on the Princess's passed out form, looking so unladylike this night with the way she was sprawled out, her sweat-stained attire clinging so closely to her. "Drunken babble, nothing more..."

When he left her quarters, he had seen an overworked servant tending to the halls. Rowan approached this servant with a firm grip on the maid's shoulder. "Send some water into Princess Eva's quarters. No doubt she would appreciate something to slake her thirst the following morning..."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Anything for the new wife of our Esteemed Prince." She bowed before heading off towards her new duty.

Rowan sighed audibly, fingers pinching along his temple. His 'wife'...
He couldn't shake that now.
Even the miracle that he would not consummate with the Princess tonight was nothing more than a saving grace to delay the inevitable.

"Damn this Princess..."

Inheritors of Paracelsus (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3: Union in Flame

The momentous occasion arrives, but for the main parties involved, it is not a joyous occasion. Now, what was the adage about 'loose lips'?"


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:

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."


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:

'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?"


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.


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.


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...


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:


Apollo Alexandre
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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
  • 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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chiscringle Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2014  Professional Writer
Thanks for enjoying Moon!
SailorV-Chan Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013  Professional General Artist
NicoTheSerperior Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2013
Happy Birthday c:
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Drayle88 Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Gina + Lucian. ^_^ Found you.
NicoTheSerperior Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2012
Oh Hey, I'm Nicodapeek on Gaia Online C:
Raygreens Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2012
why does the "guy" need a suite?
TheWrightWay Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer

Dunno... why does the 'guy' need a suite?
Raygreens Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012
[link] this might explain things.
TheWrightWay Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer

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