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The Hall of Hearts « Thread Started on Nov 29, 2006, 4:07pm »
Ornate rugs decorate the brick floor of the main halls and corridors, but for the main hall, with the family portraits, a regal red velvet runner rug lines the center of the floor, covering most of the brick floor with its gentle surface.
Affectionately called The Hall of Hearts, behind some portraits are doorways, secret tunnels only some know of, not even the King and Queen know of all the secrets of the castle.
The portraits that line the wall are painted in the same beautiful style for each one. The first beginning with the King and his beloved Queen. The family grows as the portraits get bigger.
The second shows the first born, Prince Theodoric, a mess of blond hair and giggles as his mother holds him in her arms, smiling down at her precious bundle of joy, his father smiles and hold an arm around his wife's waist.
The next shows the appearance of the second son, Prince Hunter, who would become the Crown Prince by his brother's jealousy. Even at the young age of this painting, the older Prince's jealousy is seen in his eyes.
In the next three paintings, the royal family grows and then quickly decreases. The first of the series, shows three babies, though the artist could not portray the sex of the babies, they are all painted in the same baby pink to show that they are all girls.
Years slipped by and the next painting is the first to show anything but pure happiness. Where three girls should have stood, there was now only two, dark haired and straight faced, the girls are beautiful, their eyes sparkle like those of their parents with things the common folk will never know about the royal family. The older prince still shows his spite for his younger brother, little affection shown to anyone in his family but for his mother, the younger Prince holding the hand of his youngest sister, Amira, who's shoulder bear the greatest weight of the tragedy the family hides.
The last portrait, the most recent, painted only days before the Darkness took over, shows another descent in numbers of females in the family, now there only stands two women, one younger and still devastatingly beautiful, though, her face as before full of sadness and sorrow. The loss of her other sister shows in her eyes, her brother, Hunter, is now the Crown Prince, Theodoric's face dark with hate and envy as he looks upon the artist.
The other, the Queen, her eyes showing two great losses, shadowed with worry about her children and their fate. Her figure not as healthy as it once was, life now taking its toll, though she may seem frail, she is still one of great beauty, like her husband, who grows more handsome with each day in her eyes. His bravery and caring shines through both his sons, though in different ways.
Though now separated, the fate of the royal family is anyone's guess, the portraits gather dust as the cleaners are forbidden to clean them by the evil lord who has invaded the castle and taken over, holding the family as hostages.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #1 on Mar 29, 2007, 9:38am »
Tempting, oh so tempting, to run a dagger over the paintings. The marvelous strokes that had once been the pride of the painter, the way the emotions were etched into the faces, giving away the obvious and showing a glimpse of the what was on the inside. And it was that look in all of their eyes that Lorelei wanted to scratch out, wanted to remove forever. That look like they might all just happen to care about each other...except for one of them. He didn't look like he particularly wanted to be near them, well, one of them.
Happy families, I hope they choke on their bleeding beating hearts.
Her angry showed in the green of her eyes, showed and flashed as she paced up and down the Hall. It was the first time in a long time that a glimpse of her anger had been showed, and the servants and others knew better than to even come close to her. It wasn't safe...well, it was more like a death wish than anything else.
"Damit!"
She punched the wall with her fist, but didn't notice the pain. All she knew was that at that moment, she wanted to run someone through with a sword or to paint the walls red, or to make sure those happy smiling faces were never ever seen again! She wanted that look gone! She wanted it all gone!
Her breath rose and fell heavily, moving the fabric of her dress too much. She felt as if she wasn't breathing, as if no air was coming in, but it was. Each breath a little less labored then the one before it, and then another tide of anger, and her breathing would become hard again.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
ooc: Sorry, it's a vent-like post. I mean this to continue on with the plot, but I also needed to write an angry post. Sorry again.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #2 on Jul 20, 2007, 3:41pm »
The town of the castle had been boring, nothing interesting had come or gone so that had been a couple of hours of waste, but the Dark Lord didn't have anything for him to do at the moment so he guess it was something to do. Today, he only carried one of his swords. He had had a feeling he wasn't going to need it and so far it looked like that was the way, plus the one he was carrying was big enough to do damage for two. He still didn't remember how he came across it but he guessed he had taken it from some poor fool he had murdered in cold blood. Though, he didn't feel anything for those he had killed. Other then they were just something in the way of his Lord reaching his goal.
Bastian looked up as he heard someone in the hall before him cursing. He saw the Lady Lorelei and tilt his head. He walked closer, not feeling fear of her in case she turned and placed her wrath upon him.
He'd admit walking through this hall everyday made his stomach sick, the royal family was plastered all over the walls in their happiness and well. Anyone would get sick looking at their faces all day. He wondered when he would be ordered to kill them. If he would be ordered that. He had thought of several ways. Most painful. Almost like it was their punishment for once being so happy.
Bastian couldn't remember having a family, he was sure that if he did have a family they were disgusting and vile. After all wasn't a family just there to be there and not for any other reason?
Bastian looked to the Lady again and when he was close enough, like a faithful servant dropped to one knee in a bow. He waited a few minutes before standing up and looked at the Lady "Something the matter?" he asked, the voice at came from the young lad had no warmth in it.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #3 on Jul 24, 2007, 4:30am »
It took everything in her will not to take her dagger out and throw it at the man bowing before her. Of course, she couldn't kill Bastian, she had spent too much time making him what he was. Not that she ever told him that. But it would be more than stupid of her to destroying something that she had spent hours and hours and hours pouring together, molding and mixing until she got it right. She before her hand could reach for the blades in her hair, she had to stop her self, and breathe a little deeper, a little easier.
"Bastian, rise, and look at these!"
She gestured with one hand. All of those eyes, all of those people looking happy with their families. All of them not suffering. It didn't matter now, she thought, if she gouged out their eyes. The paintings would remain unchanged, the happiness still there. The bond still staring at her in the body language of a hundred and so paintings. It made her sick.
She waited for Bastian to take it in. Waited for an answer, and hoped that he got it wrong. She would enjoy torture today...even though she knew that he wouldn't be the one that all of her anger went out on. No, she would find a member of the family, and she would tear them apart. Not kill them, no, no, that would defeat the purpose.
"Do you see it in them?"
Her voice was deadly, soft now, like the whisper of stiletto through the air.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #4 on Jul 24, 2007, 8:01am »
Bastian, sadly, liked it when his Lady commanded him. When she had told him to 'rise' that was when he had. He looked at the paintings as she gestured at them, guessing this was what was upsetting his Lady. He could see the happiness, and it was disgusting. They all looked so happily out of the paintings and stared at them. He looked at his Lady and frowned.
"Yes" he said, taking she meant the happiness, the bond between the family that even now, seemed like it wasn't going to die easily. He looked to the image of Prince Hunter and the Princess Amira holding hand. A bond there clearly. A brother being protective of his sister. For some reason that sprung an unknown feeling in Bastian and he looked at his Lady with concern "Would you like me to distory these for you?"
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #5 on Aug 7, 2007, 12:38am »
As much pleasure as it would have given her to destroy them, she had another plan. It was something that she hadn't really thought much about. But if she could edit the pictures, create a scandal in each and everyone, and then send them out to the country side, to the people not eating so easily out of her hand, then the mind games would continue to spiral. Hate and distrust would spread, and the "rightful" rulers would be seen as not so very great indeed. It was something that conquering parties had been using for ages.
"No. We will do something different. If we destroy these, it will look as if we were destroying the "good folk". We will create a scandal in each and everyone. Find me a painter Bastian."
And now, with cold anger stirring in the depths of her eyes, she smiled at the painting that had held Bastian's interest only a few seconds ago. If they were going to keep their bonds of happiness (Lorelei snarled at the very thought!) she was going to destroy their other bonds. Let that serve as a lesson to them!
ooc: Sorry for the post. I'm sick and it didn't turn out so very well.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #6 on Aug 7, 2007, 7:42am »
(It's alright)
Bastian watched his lady with great interest to what she wanted him to do to these disgusting paintings. When she said 'no' he was almost disappointed. But then he listened and tilt his head, a scandal? He looked back to the paintings. He wasn't sure how she was going to create a scandal but he would do as she told him. He looked at her when she said to find her a painter.
He knew this would not be an easy task. He didn't really know any painters in town and well, he couldn't just ask. People in town didn't like him "Yes my Lady" he said bowing his head then looking at her again "Is there anyone painter in certain you would like?"
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #7 on Aug 11, 2007, 3:51am »
Lorelei thought about the painters that she knew of. Most of them had taken to that very ridiculous idea that doing anything for her would create a few problems if the "good folk" returned to power. She laughed that thought off, a cold chilling laughter, like stilletoes to the human skin. The idea was purposerpous, and luckily she knew that painters, like so many artisians were only concerned with morality until gold was brought up. She did know of one painter that would enjoy the plan. Once, he had drawn her, starting rumours of her beauty and innocent look. It was great weapon that she'd used more than once. Luthien had been played by that same idea.
''Yes, I do believe that Karis will do. No doubt you will find him easily enough."
Her eyes sparkled at the idea. Karis was known for his paintings of herself as well as for his own beauty. If you asked any woman in the city, she would be able to tell where he was. That was good. She didn't have time to keep track of petty artisans, especially ones that tended to fall into beds and then out of them again. Being that husbands never took kindly to that thought, he was usually underground where he continued his more honest work...more honest but not completly.
Re: The Hall of Hearts « Reply #8 on Aug 12, 2007, 10:28pm »
Bastian nodded slowly, he had heard of Karis, he shouldn't be too hard to find "If that is who you would like My Lady I will look for him" he nodded bowing his head then stepping backwards "Is there anything else you would like of me?" Bastian asked, he refused to look at the happy paintings up on the wall. He refused to look at the family.
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