~Aramathis~

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• The King Trials.   ~Schwick~

  It does not irritate me.It does not irritate me.No matter how many times I repeat it to myself. It won’t sink in, neither am I able to merely tune it out. A riot of music and dancing pounds a level below me, the melody of stringed instruments and the echoes of beating drums synchronise in cheerful song. The clamour of joy and spirited singing bellows in unceasing swells, feeling as if the soun

• The King Trials.   ~The Last Farewell~

  I take a moment to soak in his features, searing them into my memory. His dark tousled hair with sickle shaped eyebrows and a shapely face that accentuates his arched cheekbones. He has a patrician nose and mirthful eyes despite the sorrow it bears.“Aurora I—”“You what?” I snap. “You’re sorry? Clearly years worth of friendship means nothing to you or else yo

• The King Trials.   ~Wren~

  As time dwindles, the sky fades darker, a plethora of varying shades. I must have nodded off because now I smell the briny scent of ocean breeze; salty and refreshing.“We’re nearly there,” Seliah says gloomily, her gaze on her lap, twiddling her fingers as if to distract herself from crying.“Oh, come now, where’s that infectious smile?”

• The King Trials.   ~Red Roses~

  Today is the day.Afore the break of dawn. The world outside is quiet.Unlike the inside of the Regnum.All my luggage, dresses and gowns, shoes and perfumes are all packed and ready to be uploaded. Insid

• The King Trials.   ~To Heed To A Warning~

  With one great window to welcome the natural light of day. The shop is dark, free for shadows to roam. There are rows of tables, all brimming with silver articles, objects entirely crafted from talents of silver. These include flatware, knife handles and hollowware, bowls, teacups. As well as cookware; pots; serving trays; tankards and cups; and many other accessories, including jewellery.Although all are spotless and pristine, they have lost their lustre. An eerie darkness precedes over them.

• The King Trials.   ~One Last Time~

  The day dawned crisp and clear. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene.This time this spectacle is not witnessed from my chamber’s ledge, but outside. The Regnum crowns the obsidian, and on an attached annex is an open courtyard that flanks the edifice like an oversized, high waisted-railed, balcony. Floors of dust-swept sandstone, spacious and empty, which is why all of my practical training is done here.