675-09-07 - Bastard's perspective

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Bastard's perspective
Summary: The Queen and the Royal High Oni meets in the Gardens.
Who: Abegayle Onimus, Nimoria
References: re:Zephan Onimus, re:Nathan Onimus,re:Edris Alachri, re:Jerrick Onimus, re:Madalyn Onimus, re:Nathan Onimus, re:Adara Zorich
When: 675-09-07
Related Logs: RELATED
Date of RP: 2014-09-07
Where: Gardens - Castle of the White Dove - Isle of the Crown
Room Desc: This garden is not quiet, even if it is surrounded by the pale walls of the castle. First of all, the melody of murmuring and bubbling fountains can be heard. There are a four of them, one at the end of the four main small paths. Benches are scattered about for sitting. The fountains are all the same; large bowls seated atop the forms of bare tree, the water dribbling over the edge into the basin below. The other source of sounds heard within the gardens are the many birds found within. With so many different types of birds found on the isle itself, one never knows what they may see here, taking food offered to them.

The flora within the garden is the same that can be found anywhere's on the isle, and yet here, tended carefully by gardeners. Trees of various fruits, along with ferns and bushes of edible berries vie for attention against the vibrant colorful flowers. It is said that the scent of the flowers can wake up the most pleasant of emotions, even in the coldest of hearts.

The gardens are barely lit during the night. Just a few fragile flames of torches tremble at the ends of the paths, closer to the fountains.


The day is young yet and as rumors begin to fill the halls of the castle, at least one of them proves to be true. The Queen - Abegayle - is no longer mourning in her chambers, and instead is talking a walk through the gardens. It is a thing of leisure, even if her visage is one filled with sombre thoughts. She hopes to see a few people, individually of course, but there are things that are needed to be set straight. She will not be seen as weak, or ridden, but strong and able to move on through even the toughest times. The one thing that weighs on her mind, however, is her daughter - the lacking heiress.

The news, that the Queen is out and ready to rule again cheers not just common people, her realtives, but also the faithful servant - the young Royal High Oni Nimoria. She was like not herself during all the time, when the Queen closed herself in the room. However, today this pale beauty is once again apure image of Onimoria herself.

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 aureoles the size of quarters. 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.

The woman walks across the gardens surrounded by that mystery and radiating that almost holy light. She looks light as a feather carried by the wind.

When she approaches the Queen, the Royal mother bows her head, "My Queen... Onimoria is happy to see you back!"

Abegayle glances over to Nimoria, a smile on her lips though her eyes might decieve her otherwise. A tilt of her head given before she then raises her head up some. "Nimoria. Wonderful to see you." She would say that much while the woman approaches. "Well, I am glad because I wanted to speak with you on some things. Of the utmost is the regard by daughter has for her position. You spoke of her taking charge - with help from the council - in ruling in my place. Yet I give her my thanks, and show her my pride in such a thing, and she babbles like a stray brook and speaks of nothing but doing myself and the Isles wrong if she is to remain heir and rule eventually..." Saying that much before looking away a moment, as if going over her thoughts.

Nimoria's smile quickly fades, when Abegayle brings up the topic of Madalyn. The young woman sighs, "Yes, I do understand, that the young princess lost confidence in her..." Nimoria struggles a bit, trying to find the right words, "...abilities," finally she adds and tries to smile briefly, "After all, a few weeks ago, Your Highness, everyone kept repeating her that she can't be the heir, right? She needs time, I think... Unless, my Queen, you have something in mind?" Nimoria eyes the Queen, while pale beauty whirls her curls around her palm.

Abegayle takes in a breath only to let it out slowly, her gaze shifting to look around the gardens. "I lost the child that I was carrying, my one and only heir seems still unfit despite the word that she ruled decently. I still have an option, but I wonder if I should meet with the woman my son so wickedly decieved and what I should approach her with." There was a shift of her glance towards Nimoria then. "The only thing I have in mind is ensuring that Onimoria's will is done and that the Isles thrive. Yet whatever is decided, we will move forward and perhaps regard this as a mere stepping stone on the path that is the will of Onimoria." A smirk on her visage then before she shifts her shoulders up in a shrug. "Have you any voice on the matter?"

Nimoria's eyes widen and she strats shaking her head quickly, while the Queen finishes her thoughts. Then the Royal Mother almost spits her words out, "NO NO NO! My Queen, I do respect you, but that is impossible! It's just impossible! NO NO NO! The House of Onimus never had bastards before. Our main goal is to keep the blood of Onimoria pure. Nobody says, that the person can't fall in love with commoner. He or she can, but she or he should leave titles and marry that commoner. It happened a few times in history, but we never had bastards before. Most of them were killed or send away to die in the Unknown. That is why we have all these laws! Children born without blessing of Onimoria, which pair gets during the marriage, have stained blood. It will bring chaos back to our Kingdom. We can't allow that to happen!"

Nimoria stops just for a second to take a deep breath. Then she continues in a more calm tone, "Princess Madalyn will learn how to lead our nation to glory. My Queen, you have four wonderful sons. They will help our little Madalyn..."

The woman sighs quietly. She does not turn her gaze away from the Queen, clenching her own hands in front of herself now, "Princess Madalyn can be guided easily. Though, if you disagree with Madalyn being the proper future Queen, you have son Abell, who has two wonderful daughters. Maybe your other sons will have even more wonderful daughters... I know, that if rumors will spread, people won't want to... give their daughters to prince Nathan. Prince Zephan has... zero petence to find a proper wife too, but Prince Jerrick may marry, yes? And... My Queen,I know, that you can't give birth for a child anymore... If you..." Nimoria chews on her lip a bit, "I was created and send here by Onimoria. I amnor commoner, nor noble. My blood is Onimoria's blood... If Prince Zephan would come back and you, and Onimoria would order, I could give you granddaughter too... I mean... You have hundreds of options, my Queen, but... Not the bastard!"

"I am NOT considering the bastard child..." Abegayle would say, as if to quell the thought that ran through Nimoria's head. "Still, I would no sooner turn the mother away... when I could offer her some other position perhaps... I hear bastards make wonderful servants." A wicked grin would befall the Queen before she lets out a soft sigh. "Madalyn will have to learn, and she needs to find it in herself the fire of ruling. If need be, I shall give her a date. This time, I will not falter. If she is not prepared by this determined date then I shall strip her of title and find another more suitable to take her place." A tilt of her head upwards. "Did Abdell not marry my Duchess Debrah? Would their daughters make for a worthy heir?" Asking this much, because at this point she felt she needed to have options. A plan of sorts.

"They make wonderful servants and just a perfect reason for all our possible heirs to die, and even you. Mistress of Whispers told both of us very clearly, that prince Nathan considers princess Madalyn as useless future Queen. He even is ready to stand against you, my Queen, if needed. He clearly said, that when he fucked that whore, he wanted a bastard BOY or GIRL. He said, that he doesn't care about our traditions. He wants to see his bastard in the throne. My Queen, the child is a threat for as and a true treasure for our enemies. Do you really want to have it beside you? Plus, that woman is not loyal to you. My Queen, she agrees with the plan of the prince. She agrees with that traitorous plan! I asked her to chose between you and prince Nathan. She chose her own greed. If the mother is so sinful, you can't expect the child to be different, especially if the child will grow up beside his mother..."

Nimoria sighs, "Onimoria sees just two options here. One is that the child has to travel back to the Gardens of Marguerite and wait for his turn there. When it will be in the need, Onimoria will call for him. Second option is to allow the bastard live, but he must be separated from mother. She has to be send as far away as posible, and the bastard should grow up as commoner, whose parents are dead."

Abegayle takes another breath, reaching up to pluck a fruit from one of the trees, bringing it down to take a bite. "Yet if I decide to keep her child I would have to deal with her for the length of time she carries it. Unless I send her away with one who is loyal to me and when the time comes, the child is brought back here." There is a breath drawn as another bite of the fruit is taken. "Perhaps it best they are banished from here. I've no plan to allow my traitor of a son to return as well. Madalyn will begin to learn from her brothers and continue to seek help from the council. I will see to it she knows to join me when I am going over matters so she can learn from my hand as well." A glance to Nimoria then and the Queen offers a fading smile. "I do hope Onimoria still has faith in this kingdom...I do not wish to incur any wrath which may be felt."

"Of course, my Queen! Onimoria would never leave this Kingdom. It's her child. You are her child. We all are. No mother can abandon her child and it doesn't matter if the child is successful or the child is in the need of a stronger push to reach something."

The pale woman slides closer to the Queen and gently touches her cheek, if allowed, making the Queen look straight into these lightly blue eyes. The blueness of Nimoria's eyes is so light, that when someone gives a quick look, could think that her eyes has no color at all, "My Queen, the Isles will find its' glory and prosperety, if the leader of the nation will never lose the right path. You are on the right one, still..."