noblemen au
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mekachu04His mother in law had just died.
Which in of itself was a surprise, because gabriel was under the impression that she had passed away long ago, not too long after Prince Sandlephons first steps.
Now, nearly two decades later, her grieving children where lined up in a row in the throne room. The guards, unaware of the familiar connection, had stepped back into the shadows, alert but out of earshot of the queens calm words, as Prince Sandlephon and Queen Micheal quietly regarded the assembly. Gabriel did not join his wife, instead standing off to the side with his sister in law, sandelphons wife ureil.
The late queen had been busy after her ‘death’; seven siblings in a row, identified as Raphael the eldest, Camael, Jophiel, Zadkiel, Barachiel, hanel and Aziraphale as the babe of the group. One already on the path of adult hood, the youngest b arely old enough to read room and know when to stand in alliance.
Micheal stood face to fave with Raphael, who looked no younger than sandelphne, and the spitting image of the late King that had escored Miceahl down the isale to gabrials own wedding years ago. While the reest shared their eyes of their mothers, their faces too different to word about any such claim to the throne.
byt he elder. Urial must have seen it too, her face pinced. Her own marriage into the family solidified a favioustl dean for both kingdoms, but was a threat for micheals throne. After her wedding was consummated, but before uriel could bear children, micheal had gelded her own brother to secure her own bloodline with gabriel. No such children had come to fruition yet, and having raphael appear now but them all endanger of the queens careful planning, and her coldness when things do not follow said plan
“You look like my father” was all the queen said, “such a pity in that”
Her blade cut cleaning though the young man neck before he could acklowde the remark. Guards moved to restrain the remain 6 children before they really understood what they had seen. Poor sheltered things.
Queen michel nodded to the Captain of her Guards. “Take the body too, I want this floor cleaned quickly. Remove these changlings from sight, bury them quickly before remours can take seed.”
Her captain, steelfaced in his duty hand a hand to pause her. She nodded to him, “the ground will be too frozen to dig a pit that large without gather attention.”
She nodded, “in the dungeon then, and brick off the door so none see a cell but instead a wall. If the rats leave us anything come spring we will deal with it then.”
It was a fortnite before gabriel thought on such matters again, ureil approaching quietly in the growing twilight. She shared the Queens bed as often as he did, and while they could never come together in union, they did pass quiet time in teacher others company often. “Whicpers tell me the walls have stop screams finally”
“We may not have known what we marrie dinto, but it no difference from where we came from. Did our own fathers not do much the same?”
“They where children gabriel. And micheal would not even exend last rites to them”
“I will fetch a prient. Before anymore rot sets in - “
“You know a priest who will keep such a thing secret?”
Gabriel nodded, “Aye. i do.i have trusted him with many things since i arrived and not one has found its way back to the majesty.”
Gabriel himself helps the man of god remove the stones, letting light in for the first time in days. While winter raged outside, this low in the easther it was humid and warm and rot help thick to the air. Gabriel was glad to be where workers robes - they would have to be burned after this. No washing would ever get the smell out. His preienst entered; bastards children would need all the parayers they could get.
“Your magejsty…” his prst summoned his attention, glazing down the hall warly.
“Wha is it father?”
Gabriel glanced in, the rourchlight dim int he misama, and the predict nodded to the back corner. Water leaked down the wall from above, shimmering int he firelight. Also, in the light, the muddy, wet curls of the youngest glittered ina dark halo.
Newly dead then, not yet rotted away. Except.
A glimemr of light on slitted eyes. As gabriel approached, the head tilted just a fraction.
“By god…”
“Aye,” murmured the priest.
14 days in the dark. Alone as their siblings died and rotted arpund them.
“Can… can you stand child?”
Painfully slow, the child unfolded from their corner they’d found refude, never quiet looking up, head bowed.
Once tastefully elegant Travel robes for meeting the royal family not hung in black tatters. Gabreil drew his sword.
You majest?” the prist questioned. He understood the duties royalty sometimes had to take, but he would not remain to wistenss a childs murder. Yet, gabril could ot seal the wall again with the child alive inside. Best a quick death like the eldest got. No more suffering.
Gabriel paused though. Carefully, he lifted the robes up with the tip of his sword, bare stick this legs underneath. Higher. Higher.
“Father, you speak highly of the nunnery in the north. Good, God-fearing women”
“They are your majesty. For all their chatting, they are very good at keeping secrets. Can speak for days on end and never say a thing of importance.”
Gabriel withdre his sword. “I believe you have found on orphan on your travels. May the lord shone on their newest servant.”
Which in of itself was a surprise, because gabriel was under the impression that she had passed away long ago, not too long after Prince Sandlephons first steps.
Now, nearly two decades later, her grieving children where lined up in a row in the throne room. The guards, unaware of the familiar connection, had stepped back into the shadows, alert but out of earshot of the queens calm words, as Prince Sandlephon and Queen Micheal quietly regarded the assembly. Gabriel did not join his wife, instead standing off to the side with his sister in law, sandelphons wife ureil.
The late queen had been busy after her ‘death’; seven siblings in a row, identified as Raphael the eldest, Camael, Jophiel, Zadkiel, Barachiel, hanel and Aziraphale as the babe of the group. One already on the path of adult hood, the youngest b arely old enough to read room and know when to stand in alliance.
Micheal stood face to fave with Raphael, who looked no younger than sandelphne, and the spitting image of the late King that had escored Miceahl down the isale to gabrials own wedding years ago. While the reest shared their eyes of their mothers, their faces too different to word about any such claim to the throne.
byt he elder. Urial must have seen it too, her face pinced. Her own marriage into the family solidified a favioustl dean for both kingdoms, but was a threat for micheals throne. After her wedding was consummated, but before uriel could bear children, micheal had gelded her own brother to secure her own bloodline with gabriel. No such children had come to fruition yet, and having raphael appear now but them all endanger of the queens careful planning, and her coldness when things do not follow said plan
“You look like my father” was all the queen said, “such a pity in that”
Her blade cut cleaning though the young man neck before he could acklowde the remark. Guards moved to restrain the remain 6 children before they really understood what they had seen. Poor sheltered things.
Queen michel nodded to the Captain of her Guards. “Take the body too, I want this floor cleaned quickly. Remove these changlings from sight, bury them quickly before remours can take seed.”
Her captain, steelfaced in his duty hand a hand to pause her. She nodded to him, “the ground will be too frozen to dig a pit that large without gather attention.”
She nodded, “in the dungeon then, and brick off the door so none see a cell but instead a wall. If the rats leave us anything come spring we will deal with it then.”
It was a fortnite before gabriel thought on such matters again, ureil approaching quietly in the growing twilight. She shared the Queens bed as often as he did, and while they could never come together in union, they did pass quiet time in teacher others company often. “Whicpers tell me the walls have stop screams finally”
“We may not have known what we marrie dinto, but it no difference from where we came from. Did our own fathers not do much the same?”
“They where children gabriel. And micheal would not even exend last rites to them”
“I will fetch a prient. Before anymore rot sets in - “
“You know a priest who will keep such a thing secret?”
Gabriel nodded, “Aye. i do.i have trusted him with many things since i arrived and not one has found its way back to the majesty.”
Gabriel himself helps the man of god remove the stones, letting light in for the first time in days. While winter raged outside, this low in the easther it was humid and warm and rot help thick to the air. Gabriel was glad to be where workers robes - they would have to be burned after this. No washing would ever get the smell out. His preienst entered; bastards children would need all the parayers they could get.
“Your magejsty…” his prst summoned his attention, glazing down the hall warly.
“Wha is it father?”
Gabriel glanced in, the rourchlight dim int he misama, and the predict nodded to the back corner. Water leaked down the wall from above, shimmering int he firelight. Also, in the light, the muddy, wet curls of the youngest glittered ina dark halo.
Newly dead then, not yet rotted away. Except.
A glimemr of light on slitted eyes. As gabriel approached, the head tilted just a fraction.
“By god…”
“Aye,” murmured the priest.
14 days in the dark. Alone as their siblings died and rotted arpund them.
“Can… can you stand child?”
Painfully slow, the child unfolded from their corner they’d found refude, never quiet looking up, head bowed.
Once tastefully elegant Travel robes for meeting the royal family not hung in black tatters. Gabreil drew his sword.
You majest?” the prist questioned. He understood the duties royalty sometimes had to take, but he would not remain to wistenss a childs murder. Yet, gabril could ot seal the wall again with the child alive inside. Best a quick death like the eldest got. No more suffering.
Gabriel paused though. Carefully, he lifted the robes up with the tip of his sword, bare stick this legs underneath. Higher. Higher.
“Father, you speak highly of the nunnery in the north. Good, God-fearing women”
“They are your majesty. For all their chatting, they are very good at keeping secrets. Can speak for days on end and never say a thing of importance.”
Gabriel withdre his sword. “I believe you have found on orphan on your travels. May the lord shone on their newest servant.”
