675-09-09 - Early morning and prayers

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Early morning and prayers
Summary: Jerrick and Nimoria involves into an interetsing conversation, while the storm tousles the Isles.
Who: Jerrick Onimus, Nimoria
References: re:Zephan Onimus, re:Abegayle Onimus, re:Madalyn Onimus, re:Luanda Brais
When: 675-09-09
Related Logs: RELATED
Date of RP: 2014-09-09
Where: Entrance Hall - Castle of the White Dove - Isle of the Crown
Room Desc: The huge black metal doors of the Castle of the White Dove are inscribed with the patterns of lily flowers open into a huge and bright hall. The interior already shows the design that is to be expected throughout the castle: walls of strange white stones, blood red curtains with golden threads, a few paintings on the walls, and strange furs on the marble floors. All the furniture is made from light-colored wood.

Piled with a wealth of the finest pillows are two huge couches and two armchairs around a small table for people to sit upon while they wait. The golden blooms of canary creeper vines cascade from the balcony of the second floor above, while other plants are set around the room in pots, extending the garden outside within the castle.

There are two passages that lead off the entrance, one to the left and another to the right. There is also a pair of stairs as well, arching to the left and right and leading towards the same balcony upon the second floor. The dark stairs are covered with carpets made out of furs, while the balusters are decorated in the same way as the balcony, covered with flowering vines of canary creeper.


(Some parts of the log are removed in order not to have to add symbol N- 18 to it! In case we missed something, please, be careful!:D)


Boom boom boom boooom! Thunder echoes behind the walls of the castle and the sound of rain becomes even more loud, bumping into the windows. The hall is almost empty, because most of the people are still trying to sleep in their rooms. It's such an early morning!

Nimoria gracefully bounces inside the entrance hall, chuckling a bit and playfully ruffling her own long snowy white tress curls. The raindrops flop on the ground from her soft locks and then the young woman is finished, she has mischieviously tangled hairstyle. It makes the young woman to look free and flighty in a good way. She does not look all that tense and mysterious Royal Mother. She is just a woman.Really beautiful one.

The rain washed her such a pale skin, that now her skin glints as silver in the lights of candles. Of course, she is also wearing the gown equal to the royal ones! A slim and sexy silhouette is created from an all-over lace applique. This gown is a two-piece dress with a charmeuse slip beneath the lace overlay. However, that second layer of fabric is so lucid, that the rain makes it look transparent. Just these laces of the first layer of fabric hides some parts of her body.

A few guards passes the hall and one almost stumbles, when he catches the sight of these two young breasts, rounded so nicely... and these symbols, which start from... down there! You can't not look at it! So, the man freezes, staring at that almost nude woman till his friend pokes him. Then both men leave, whispering something. However, Nimoria does not notice them.

She slowly moves closer to the couch, while one more raindrop flops down on her neck from the fringe and ripples across the young woman's skin,hidding behind wide V form neckline.

Standing alone near one of the window is another figure, this one taller and dry. The man seems to be looking out at the rain, his clapped behind is back and his feet shoulder width apart. He pays no attention just yet to the wet Royal Mother. Instead his eyes gaze out this window watching the furious storm rage across his mother's land.

When the young woman, who saw not more than 18 summers from the way she looks, stops just beside the couch, when she notices the Prince. She stares at the man for awhile with her lively sparkling gaze, before she speaks softly, almost in a whisper, "Your Highness, couldn't sleep too? Who could, when the sky is mixing with earth outside!"

Jerrick slowly turns his head, her eyes glance over the woman only raising an eyebrow at the state of her. He's use to see this half naked beauty around, where once she use to stir something inside him, now she merely interests him. "Who can when the gods are angered, they wish all of his to know it. Little Mother." He says, address her by the pet name he made up for her. "And you I see are distracting the guards again."

Nimoria just laughs casually, "Oh, really? Did I? I didn't notice it at all!" She steps prince's direction, "Our Patrons are not angered. If this rain won't stop, we will have to find these, who still worship the banished Patrons. But I am sure, that it's just a nature..." Nimoria takes a few steps closer to the Prince again, "Happy days, though. Your mother left the room. The Queen is back again! Have you talked with her?"

Jerrick glances at her with a wry express him before shaking his head. "I have not had a chance to meet with her yet. She is well I trust." He turns back to the window his gaze upon the woman for only a moment. The rain has captured his attention for now. Its beauty almost as stunning as the woman next to him. "Her pregnancy goes well I hope?" He asks questionly.

"Ooooh... You do not know, my Prince?" Nimoria asks, almost whispering that into the Prince's ear. She, somehow, quickly appears close to the man. So close, that the soft skin of her arm may touch the arm of the prince for a moment, if he will withdraw.

"Well, when you will meet your mother, you will see, that her belly is gone... Marguerite changed her mind. The soul of your unborn sister must still stay in the gardens of Marguerite. It's still not her time and your sister princess Madalyn started to grow up finally. She may be a good future Queen. But..." Nimoria grows quiet and turns her lightly blue eyes to the sky, where lightning flashed a second ago.

Jerrick lifts an eyebrow questioningly and then shrugs his shoulders. "I would not place that much power into the hands of my sister." He tells him moving away a little, not wishing to play her games this night. He will maintain his distance for now and see what she is up too. With Nimoria you never know. "I have to speak to my mother anyway, I wish to hear if I am to go meet with This Princess Luanda or not."

"Oh?" Nimoria looks a bit surprised, "You have heard about your mothers options for your marriage, but you did not meet with teh Queen? Oooh!" Nimroia looks around, acting as if she would be scared, "Even the walls have ears in this castle," she says quietly and then giggles, watching how the man withdraws, "My Prince, are you afraid of me? Or maybe you do not trust me? Or maybe you are scared of me?.." She grins a bit, "Yes, I heard many rumorous about me. I see the way people stare at me. Men look at me like hungry wolves, when women stare at me as if they would like to strangle me. But I am here just to help the Queen to reach Onimoria. I am her servant..."

Jerrick shakes his head. "I am not afraid of you. I don't trust you, and I am curious of your intentions. But that is not my concern." He says, glancing at her briefly. "This weather concerns me and my brother concerns me. You do not concern me, just yet." He runs a finger down her bare arms. "Do not give me reason too." He tells her, his voice like a winters chill.

"My Prince, the only intention I have is the glory of our nation and health of your family. I believe, that we should spend more time together. You are always a bit... withdrawn, if I may say so. I am one of The FOurth, I am the Royal High Oni. It's not good, that you do not trust me, when I am loyal servant of house of Onimus and Onimoria..."

Then woman glances back at Jerrick, "Which brother concerns you? Prince Zephan?" Nimoria looks through the window again, "I talked with the Queen about options. It's not a secret, that the Queen is not sure, that princess Madalyn can grow up into a proper Queen. So, she considers to announce her granddaughter as the heir... That is why it would be great if Prince Zephan would come back... To find wifes for you three is high priority!"

Jerrick glances at the woman for a moment and snorts. "Zephan, reproduce, now that is a scary thought." He tells her, then cocks his head. "Spend more time together." He gives her a snarl. "I do not have time for your games and tricks woman, if you wish to serve my family, they do so. But I will not be played with like some toy for your amusement."

"I am sorry?" Nimoria laughs in confusion, "That bad weather affects you somehow, my prince! Nobody is my toy and I do not use anyone for my amusement. Itsounded funny at first, but now... You offend me, your highness. That is not a nice way to interract with the Royal High Oni..." The pale beauty slides a bit away and leans on the sill a bit, leaning closer to the window. She grows quiet.

Jerrick turns towards the window, not at all bothered about offending her, his mother is queen not here. He brings a hand up and runs it through his long hair, the locks falling across his face hiding it slightly. "There is no hope for my sister?" He asks her softly. "She wasn't always so immature." He looks over at her, his eyes dropping to her breasts, he watches them admiring them and perhaps even wishing he could reach out and squeeze them in his large hands.

Nimoria inhales deeply. Her chest slowly raises up, just stressing out her beauty, "There is hope. There is always some hope... However, your sister should understand, that she does not have privilage to marry anyone she loves. She has to understand, that she can't do anything she wants in any way she wants. She is future Queen. She should... be an example for her people. Each of her step must be for the prosperity of her Kingdom..."

Nimoria glances at the Prince again. She fixes her lightly blue gaze on his. The woman slowly and thoughtfully licks her lip, before gently bitting the bottom one. The corners of her lips curls into a soft smile, "You could be a great King. It is good, that you might marry the oldest duaghter of King Barret Brais, don't you think? Or you want to marry someone you love?"

Jerrick turns to look at her, he leans against the wall arms folded over his chest. "I want to be King, but of this land. Or at least have my daughter one day be queen. I will marry whom I am told, but I do not wish to leave if I can help it." He reaches out <...>.

Nimoria does not move from her place. She even does not flinch, when the thunder echoes behind the walls of the castle once again. The woman just turns to look around the entrance hall, warmed by a few candles on the walls. These dark clouds outside makes even early mornings to look like midnight.

The hall is empty, but approaching heavy steps of the patrolling guards can be heard. So, Nimoria looks back at the Prince and this time her eyes are sparkling with tiny flames of mischief, "So, the Prince has high ambitions..." she drawls quietly and raises her soft hand, placing it above that hand <...> of the Prince, "That is one of the most important skills for a feature King..."

Nimoria tries to slowly push Jerrick's hand away. However, she steps a bit closer and then extands her arms to cup the man's cheeks in her palms, if allowed. She guides him a little bit closer to her own face. She fixes her gaze on his and whispers, "We should become friends, your highness... If you will pray a lot, Onimoria (OOC: O is pronounced barely heard and nimoria is emphasised in this sentence) may hear your prayers..." Then she withdraws from the man to keep a proper distance.

<...>. "I will do nothing but bid my time, I am a patient man and I believe that I shall out live all my siblings. I am smarter then they are." when she leans in closer, he <...> grabs her waist, he pulls her closer briefly. "Good friends, Little Mother?" He questions, his smile widening. "Will you make it worth my while then?" He leans into smell her scent, breathing it in and then before dropping a kiss <...>. "I will pray, but only if I am answered. I do not waste time with gods whom do not hear me."

Nimoria gasps quietly, when the young, but strong prince just grabs her like a true King, who can allow himself anything he wishes. However, she does not blush like an innocent lady would. Differently, her smile widens too.

However, the mumbling and a bit later quite clear words by the patrolling guards reaches the pair in the entrance hall.

Nimoria gently pushes the young prince away, stepping backwards and actually getting a proper distance. Though, her breath is a little bit more deeper, "Our Patrons always answer to the right prayers. You just need to know, where and when to pray, your highness..." She softly explains, smoothing the fabric of her gown.

"Come to my office, your Highness, a bit later, if you want to learn more about our Patrons," she says, offering him a curtsy the moment, when guards show up.

They glance at the Royal High Oni. However, seeing that the Prince is here too, both guards bow deeply and moves forward.

Nimoria glances at the prince the last time, before starting to move away too, "Have a good morning, your Highness..."

Jerrick looks annoyed when he is pushed away, he almost grabs her again. But the guards stop him before he has a chance, for a moment there he wanted to pin her against that wall and do more then just touch her. "I might just do that." She says, trying to get himself under control. He allowed himself to be aroused by her, but now the guards are here and he is no longer close to her he can think clearly.