Castle

[Sparkles]

Tarsha shrugged, "You can kinda tell" she gave a half hearted chuckle, "Though it should start to snow soon also... she smiled, leaning back in her chair and sighing lightly

[cherokeestorm]

Briana was wondering through the halls of the castle, she wondered how Tarsha was handling herself. It was very rare for Briana to be alone and she didn't know what to do with herself. "What to do, what to do." She sung quitely to herself knowing no one was around to hear her.

Anique nodded "It saddens me, the situation with your father I mean. I understand how lucky I am not to have family, as I will never have to deal with these stresses. I am sorry but I cannot lie, I have no idea what you are going through, and I wont be much help in this situation except for being a quite ear for your words to fall upon."

[Sparkles]

Oh her way out of the castle, Sarabi noticed Briana walking around and smiled warmly, "What are you doing darling?... You should be outside having fun" she smiled again... "Instead of being in here talking to yourself" the kitty smiled AGAIN! wow... just a smiley person ^^

[Tifa Lockhart]

The prince heard the knock just as he finished tying the buttons of his shirt. He went to the door and opened it, seeing Shikir.
"Something the matter?" He asked, seeing the distressed look on the elfs face.

[Cloud Strife]

The elf, uncharacteristic to his usually well-kept manner, was breathing rather heavily as if he'd just completed a race of some kind. His blond tresses fell into his face haphazardly, though with a quick brush of his hand, they soon were pushed behind one of his pointed ears. It twitched, upon taking in the vocalized inquiry from the prince. "Yes, your father wishes to speak with you...it will not be long before he...he...passes on, I'm afraid. Go to him. I'll seek out the Princess. Might you know where she is?" He inquired quickly, sharply, commanding tone evident.

Kaabel responded with a small nod. "Indeed. It is a beautiful place, Keshia...I mean." He murmered before turning back to Tarsha with a pleasant smile on his face once more. "I do hope that we could at least become friends to some degree. I ask for no more than that, M'lady."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Everything seemed to hollow for Stephan... Shikir's voice sounded like he was talking in a fishbowl.
"N..no. You don't need to find her Shikir... she'll be there." He turned to looked at his maid, pained anguished evident in his eyes.
"Sorry A. Gotta run." He then shoved past Shikir and after a quick apology darted down the hallway.
Sister! Make haste to fathers room. Shikir fears this will be his final hour. He kept his voice brave for his sisters sake... they weren't ready... but they would try to be strong.

[Sparkles]

Tarsha was about to respond when he face dropped and tears imeditly filled her eyes. Without explanation she kicked herself out of her chair and fled out of the library, where she met up with Stephan in one of the hallways coincidently and they ran like all of the five kingdoms were falling, toward their fathers bedroom.

Apon reaching the door, Tarsha knocked once, hard, though her legs continued to swiftly run through as she opened and pushed it open, too impatient to wait. She then stopped stiff where she was and stared at Father. His eyes were closed. "Is he...-" he voice stopped and so did her heart, though it was rapidly put back into pace when his eyes opened slowly and he looked at his children. The faintest of smiles appeared on her face as she rushed to kneel beside his bed and kiss his hand, not because he was king but because she could not think of what to say.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Stephan stood at the door. His eyes glistening with hidden tears, he had to be strong for the kingdom.
He had a feeling his father had a lot to say, so he remained quiet, unable to think of anything anyway. He knew this day would come... he had dreaded it. And where was his mother? Probably off with some other guy.. she probably poisoned the king... and thats why he lay there dying.

[Sparkles]

The king gave a grim smile to Tarsha and motioned briefly for Stephan to come over by him. He grasped both of their hands and kissed them individually.

[damn ... sorry it's short but i gotta go have diner xD]

[Tifa Lockhart]

Stephan moved closer, and he came to kneel beside his sister. It was hard to keep a serious face.. he wanted to cry, but strong rulers didn't cry.

[Sparkles]

The king shut his eyes and took a deap rasping breath. "I love you" he said, shaking there hands and looking at Stephan, "Both of you" he then looked at Tarsha in turn. Tarsha sucked on her lip, her tears flooding her eyes so much that they began to spill out, and she did not even motion to wipe them away. "I am ...so sorry" he took Tarsha's head in his fingers and rubbed her tears with his thumb. "Over the last few months i have pushed you both away, decieved you, and i would not ever blame you both for hating me... though you must know that i have never stopped loving you. Either of you"
Tarsha shook her head, this couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening! "I don't... don't hate you" she whispered through tears.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Stephan stayed quiet. Listening to what his father had to say with the most keen determination. He wanted to do what was right for his people... but because of his arogance and immature lust for a life without responsibility he didn't know how to look after them... and now the one man who could teach him was laying before him, his life a mere thread in the work of art that was Stephans family, generation after generation.

[Cloud Strife]

Shikir was outside of the King's quarters, doing his best to also keep from expressing too much emotion. Should the King actually die...it was Shikir's job as the personal advisor to aid the Prince and Princess with the utmost patience, diligence, and firmness. He had to get the two of them ready...and he needed to speak with Kaabel soon. Either way, the Regal Advisor still leaned against the wall outside of his Royal Highness' quarters...head in his hands. This was all too much...and where was his dear Sister?

Kaabel, meanwhile, was extremely confused. He hadn't done anything to offend her had he? No..she had been smiling moments before she ran. He sat there, simply pondering...while also knowing that the Princess would come back. He had the utmost faith in her...and so he sat...silent, stoic, and patient.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Lithren looked up from the book she was reading... there were strange sensations in the magical ley lines that spread beneath the kingdom. These lines were once filled with magic, but now they were like dry rivers. She stood and placed her book down on the table. She needed to find her brother, something didn't feel right.
She soon found him outside the kings quarters, it was then that she feared the worst.
"Shikir? Oh dear brother, what tourments you so?" She asked, coming to kneel in front of him, a concerned expression on her face.

[Sparkles]

The king had a worried expression on his face as he peered with aged eyes at his son; there was so many things that he would have loved to do; and now he could do none. "Stephan" he said quietly, "Look at me" he waited for a few moments, "You are to be king now" he smiled weakly and held firm Stephan's hands, "Being king brings many new stresses" he smiled, "But the fact that your kingdom needs you does not mean anything unless you first do what is right to your heart" he paused before loking at Tarsha, currently trying to relieve her face of tears to no prevail. "Tarsha... Thankyou for not hating me. My mind was clouded for my kingdom and not my heart. Do what is in yours also. Life may take you so many ways that you could never be dreaming of now - but i know that you will get there if you put your mind to it"[/ b] he smiled. No more tears, no more heartache; these were his children, they needed not to think of the kingdom for the time being... it would be fine so long as what was in there hearts was followed... but how could he get this through? "Don't worry about mistakes made by others... you'll make your own in time also, i can promise you that... just..." he closed his eyes, but held there hands close, not willing to let them go until he had to. He was not finished yet, it would not take him until he was ready.
He would continue soon.