675-05-27 - The Queen and the Fennim

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The Queen and the Fennim
Summary: Ralph Fennim is summoned to meet the Queen, and once again the odds are changed.
Who: Abegayle Onimus, Nimoria and Ralph Fennim
References: {{{Refs}}}
When: May 27th, 675
Related Logs: The Queen's Arrival
Date of RP: 27/05/2014
Where: Great Hall - Castle of the White Dove, Isle of the Crown
Room Desc: The Great Hall is a large one-room structure with a loft ceiling which is located in the Inner Ward. The interior is similar to the rest of the castle with walls of white, blood red curtains with some golden threads, and furs on the marble floors. Fresh flowers and plants are kept in vases and pots scattered along the walls of the room. On the wall to the right as one enters are the portraits of all Queens who have ruled the Kingdom of the Isles since Onimoria. The wall to the left is adorned with paintings and tapestries of momentous occasions in the kingdoms history and religion which frame a set of huge doors that lead from the great hall to the throne room. On the far end of the hall, there are three heavy doors. The one on the left leads to the stairs to the main tower and dungeons, the one on the right leads to the passage of the council, and the one in the center leads to the Queens Council Chamber. At the end of the Great Hall is a raised platform upon which sits the high table covered in an elegant red tablecloth. It is lined with several ornate chairs for the royal family and honored guests and is carefully set with brightly polished gold flatware, goblets, and plates. There are several vases of fresh flowers adorning the table as well to add to the decoration. The space from the raised platform to the doors is filled with two long rows of trestle tables with benches on both sides of them. These tables are not set as elegantly as the high table, but still sport red tablecloths, flowers and more mundane flatware and cups. The space in the center of the tables is left clear for use by entertainers. Flanking the doors of the main entrance are two basins filled with water.


All the tables have been pushed to the side of the Great Hall into the shadows of the room. So, for anyone, who is inside it may look like the Great Hall is empty, except for the Throne on which the Queen Abegayle Onimus herself is seated. Her dark black hair is falling on her shoulders like a waterfall, making her skin look even more pale than it is. She is wearing one of her usual silken black gowns and there is the golden crown on her head. She rests one of her hands on her own lap, while another one slowly taps on the marble throne.

Beside the Queen, gently leaning on the Throne is a young belle standing. If anyone ever saw the image of Onimoria before, could think, that this is the famous Patron of the Kingdom of the Isles.

She looks like a timid girl, who has a shy and almost innocent demeanor to her from a first glance. She always moves with grace. Her skin is pale and unblemished where it can be seen. Silky platinum blonde hair looks like are just recently tangled by the heavy wind. Though, her short fringes are brushed incredibly neatly and they are very straight. Large eyes with irises the color of clear blue sky are framed by long silvery lashes. Her face is rounded and her features soft. High cheek bones, plump rosy lips and a pointed chin are the main features here.

She's almost naked, being rolled in just a lucid pale scarf made out of silk. Her breasts are medium sized, but nicely rounded, each topped with a darker nipple. Her waist is slender, her belly flat. Her hips flare out slightly, no longer boyish. No hair are covering the mound of her sex. Just the black drawing of the branches of trees is weaving from there to her belly, where branches start blooming in lilies. Her legs are long and coltish, but that still does not disturb her from moving with grace as if she would be just sliding across the ground not touching it with her bare feet. These bare feet are slender, the nails with a coat of clear polish.

Of course, the place has not less than eight Guardians of Onimora, standing all around the place like sculptures.


It had taken some time for the messenger to find Ralph Fennim at the Royal Guest House. The place is bustling with activity of packing and preparing for the departure, servants running about on several errands. This Fennim however had found himself a tranquil place in the garden, a cup of wine his only companion as he stares thoughtfully at the statue of Onimoria, while taking a sip now and then. In deep contemplation, probably on how the situation had gone so wrong, and whether he of all could have prevented it.

The message was handed to him next, dark eyes briefly flitting over the parchment, before Ralph had risen with a faint sigh and followed the messenger all the way to the Great Hall. Upon entering, his gaze will soon come to linger on the figure on the throne, a presence so different than the Royal Mother he had been dealing with until now. He'll approach, slowly but with determined steps, studying the queen as he approaches, before his gaze shifts to the pale girl, and for a moment he pauses, his eyes widening a touch, as the likeness to Onimoria has not escaped him. It is a passing moment of bewilderment though, and the Fennim arrives before the throne, offering a deep bow to the queen.

"Your Majesty." The greeting comes smoothly, and straightening those dark eyes will narrow a bit, as he studies the royal who has graced them with her absence so far - an absence that may hint at a certain disinterest on her part - if one is prone to such notions.


"My lord!" The Queen answers and stands up from the Throne. She climbs down from the dais to appear just in front of Ralph. "I do hope, that you delegation will forgive me for my absence. There were some very urgent matters, I had to deal with. As you can notice, there is some trouble between our Kingdom and the Kingdom of the Clouds. We have enemies, who were trying to step between the friendship of our Kingdoms. We both have enemies. I revoke the orders of the Royal High Oni, who is not used to all the mess and became just the victim of our enemies. Your delegation can stay here as long as they wish. They can leave any minute if they wish, too," She smiles at the man very warmly. Both of her hands are gently resting on her belly.

Then the almost nude creature, which reminds of Onimoria herself, starts slowly approaching the man. When she starts speaking, her voice echoes in the Great Hall and sounds even more magically than the song of the nightingale. Even the Queen steps away and turns her gaze to the special woman.

"My Lord!" She says, "Let me introduce myself, I am Nimoria, and the reason, why the Queen was gone. I have no past and I was created by Onimoria herself. Onimoria herself saw the trouble coming to the Kingdom of the Isles,the trouble, which would have effected whole Felaguria. The Queen Abigayle Onimus traveled into the Gardens of Margueritte to meet with the Patrons of the Earth, the Queen and the King of the Kingdom of the Clouds, that they could introduce the Queen to me," the woman stops just in front of Ralph. She touches that lucid cloth, which covers her and unties it, letting it flop down, baring the woman fully. She does not blush though,just taps with her finger on two lilies on her belly, "Our Kingdoms will get a very special bond in the future. We won't be separated. Here... Do you see?" She asks, brushing with her finger across the edges of these lilies, tracing down their stems. The stems find each other at the end, close to the woman's sex, the same way as these famous two rivers of their Kingdom meet each other. The place, where these stems,symbols of rivers, meet, another lilly blooms, "Together, just together... We will follow the same path and unknown mysteries of the world will not scare us anymore, my lord. Your rivers starts and ends uo in the blooms of Lilies. Though, if not the refreshing water of your rivers, our lillies couldn't bloom. Our enemies understood that and that is why we are here now. You leaving and we closing our doors. That is not how the feast of Onimoria had to end up."

Then the strange woman leans to take her lucid cloth. She covers herself and turns to walk back near the Throne, "Don't yoy agree, my lord?" By then the Queen turns her gaze back on Ralph, smiling warmly, "We caught these enemies, who were willing to see the war between us. Well, these, who were the citizens of our Kingdom. Tomorrow will be the day of Justice, where all traitors and enemies of the peace will face their destiny. You all are welcomed to join. The justice will be given in the city of Steelea. It has a big enough Amphiteatre for that. Of course, if you still wish to stay. However, let me give you a friendly advice... There was a girl, who we kept in the dungeons... We had the reason to do that, because one of your Kind informed us and gave word, that she actually commited the murder and stole the holy drawing. I believe that right now Two Rivers and the Isles just learn, what it means when brother stands up against brother..."


There is a faint smile when the Queen steps before Ralph. "We were indeed... a bit unsure how to take this...absence of yours,Your Majesty. When you speak of the Kingdom of the Clouds, you mean...?" And there Abegayle continues and the Fennim nods. "...the realm of you Gods...?" Little does her explanation do to make the bewildered expression leave the emissary's mien. Although the mention of orders of the High Oni being revoked has his brows jump upwards and he lowers his gaze. "I am glad to hear that." A glance to her hands on her belly, a gesture that may strike him sightly odd, given her age, but then the other woman steps closer.

Ralph watches her warily, mild interest soon replaced with what most would call a well advised caution. Listening to that melodious voice while he tries to maintain a certain amount of scepticism. After all, the worship of Gods is forbidden in the kingdom he hails from. Which in a way is a denial of anything supernatural.

Also there is a certain sense of propriety where he comes from. When that cloth is dropped and Nimoria's form revealed, Ralph will almost at once avert his gaze, merely catching a glimpse of those lilies that are tattooed (?) or painted on Nimoria's belly, of those stems joining into one.

"I am glad you still consider am alliance of sorts, Your Majesty," the Fennim then admits, his gaze shifting to the Queen - to look at Nimoria, or even address her, even after she has covered herself again, somehow does not feel right. "So you say, this was a ploy to thwart our endeavours?" Looking a bit at a loss still, when the Queen finishes her speech. "Forgive me, but who are these traitors you speak of? And why should they... seek to harm our cause?"

Then, at the information about Rayne Devantry, dark eyes move to study the queen most attentively. ""What? You mean... someone... of our own... denounced Mistress Devantry? To be guilty of... the murder //and// the theft?" Frowning Ralph will shake his head, looking incredulous. "Is there any more information you might want to give us on the matter...?"


That young pale beauty just leans against the throne one more time. She fixes her gaze on the Queen, though, not on the Ralph. However, even through the lucid cloth of hers, the tattoo can be easily seen as her whole body.

The Queen turns to Ralph and the smile fades from her features. She looks quite concerned, "My lord, there are many people, who would gain a lot of advantages, if we won't be able to make a proper alliance. I know, that your Kingdom feels abandoned by the Gods. I know, that your King forbidden the religion and turned away from the Gods. It is even hard to say, who turned from who first. However, our people and our Patrons are very close. However, the Kingdom of our Patrons is almost the same like ours. There were traitors too, who are still worshiped by some people. The banished Patrons want to make the revolt. The same way, they are seeking for revolt here. They want us to be weak. Why the specific noble person of Two Rivers wants to harm the reputation of a member of your delegation - I don't know, as I can't break my word and tell the name of that person. I was asked not to mention it. Mostly, it can be personal reasons and mistress Rayne should think intently, who she made angry..."

The Queen turns to walk back to take a seat on her throne. When she is seated, the woman sighs in relief, "Ah, I missed my home... My lord, if you still wish to speak about possible alliances and future plans, which were mentioned by my most trusted partner and my blessing," she looks at Nimoria, "We can meet in the chambers of the Council anytime."


Ralph will continue to avoid looking at the young pale beauty, especially in that slightly revealing attire of hers. It is not that hard, however, as the Queen Abegayle's reply captures all of his attention. "You know a lot about the Two Rivers, it seems, about the Banishment of the Gods...", he remarks pensively scratching his beard. Her reluctance to give him the name of the denunciator is met with a light frown, although he inclines his head. "I will not force you to break that word of yours, Your Majesty, and will try to find out by other means."

The Fennim shifts a little in his stance, when talk of alliances is mentioned, it is now that he shoots Nimoria a glance. A very brief one. Before his dark eyes cone to linger on the queen again. "So... You want to take up negotiations, despite the letter of my cousin, Duke Alajos Fennim? I am glad to hear that, Your Majesty, as it would serve Two Rivers – and certainly the Isles as well. I am willing to engage in such, being authorized by the King himself. In case my cousin prefers to return home." //Which he probably will.// "What of Mistress Devantry...? She was freed because of the letter, so I heard, by the Royal Mother's decree. Is our healer then freed of the suspicion of committing the crimes, she has been charged with? This stain of possible guilt, would be a consequence that would not only taint her for the future, but our whole delegation."


"Of course!" The Queen nods, starting to tap with her fingers on the Throne again. "I am ready to start negotiations. Just inform me of the best day for you, and we will wait you in the chambers of the Queen's Council..." She thoughtfully sighs, when Rayne is mentioned one more time, "Is she fault or is she not? I can't answer to this question. I am sure, that soon people will forget this incident and right now, you just should concentrate on the person, who gave word, that mistress Rayne is guilty. Because I may tell, that she wasn't, but who knows, what rumors will be raised again? I am willing to leave the young woman's question for her conscience and the Patrons."


Ralph nods with a faint smile to the Queen's reply regarding negotiations. "I'd be glad to oblige, although...Forgive me." A quick glance towards Nimoria. "If this lady will be around I'd be grateful if she... could put on some sort of dress, Your Majesty." A slightly amused chuckle there as he lowers his gaze, still pointedly avoiding to look at the pale, fair and barely clad beauty. "I mean no offense, but I will be honest with you. I'd prefer to commit myself without any possible source of distraction to any talks that will benefit both our kingdoms." As to Rayne... The Fennim lets out a sigh. "The crimes you mentioned are being investigated, as I've been told, by authorities of the Isles. It will be impossible for us to prove Mistress Devantry's innocence, once we have left the Isles. So I trust you have more insights into the matter. Regarding the murder. And the theft. You already mentioned some intrigue of a... force opposing the Isles. You already more or less acknowledged none of the Two Rivers is to be blamed with any of these, so... what I would ask you to do, is to write a written declaration that Mistress Devantry is innocent regarding these two matters. As you seem to have evidence, or maybe this has been a misconception on my part...?"


Nimoria can't hold her laugh, but she adds a promise, "I will wear a little bit more warmer scarf, my lord, do not worry! It's just really warm in our Kingdom as we are not used to wear much clothes in the Kingdom above!" She points toward the sky.

The Queen Abegayle Onimus nods slowly, "I am sorry. I do not have prove to make sure, that she is innocent. Right now, while we talk, ser Moshe is trying to cepture and question these, who we think are actually to be blamed!" She stands up and walks closer to the Ralph again, "Now, if you will excuse me,my lord, It was a very long journey and I need to rest! But if we will find the thieves and the murderer, we will write such a letter."

Nimoria comes closer to Ralph too. She steps for a moment, just to offer a playful wink for the man. She is really amused of his reaction. Then she follows the Queen.


A faint smile is the reaction to Nimoria's reply. "I'd be very grateful if you do.", Ralph says with a slightly amused smirk. "As we of Two Rivers are not used to see a woman undressed outside of the matrimonial bed chamber." He nods at the Queen's assessment of the Rayne situation, offering her a deep bow as she departs. "That would be all I can ask of you in that matter. I thank you for your understanding. And for sparing me the time to speak with you. Your Majesty." He'll straighten slowly, his dark gaze meeting briefly that of the lithe creature, but not too brief to note the wink, before he gives her a nod of goodbye, keeping his gaze fixed to her face. Then he turns, his eyes flickering thoughtfully before he heads back to the Royal Guest House.