An Upheaval
Ojore
erron
Ojore
Ojore has just concurred a new kingdom. He smirks as he walks through the caste, being lead by a timid servant to the princes room. Ojore expects to find a cocky, overly confident prince who he can break in and put in his place.. Instead, he finds erron, clearly the prince. Though he’s oddly small and thin. And while Ojore can’t see it all, he can see bruises on the young princes neck, which trail down under his shirt..
erron
"Blake rises immediately as Ojore enters his room, regarding the barbarian warily. His expression softens somewhat as he thanks the servant the led Ojore here, before kindly sending them away. He refargs Ojore with a pensive expression, though some hard emotion shines in his eyes." "...I take it you are the one whe has deposed my Father, then?"
Ojore
"Ojore's lips twitch into a crooked smile as he walks further into the prince's chamber, his eyes lingering on the bruises on Blake's neck before flickering back up to meet his gaze."
"I am Ojore, and yes. Your father was a formidable opponent, but I proved to be the stronger one."
"He tilts his head slightly to the side, his expression thoughtful." "You are smaller than I expected, Prince Blake. But you possess an intriguing strength in your eyes."
erron
"Blake shakes his head at Ojore's words. If the news of his father's defeat affects him, it does not show on his face." "Then with my Father no longer King, my eldest sister is now Queen." "Blake looks up to meet Ojore's gaze." "I can only assume you are here to slay me. Very well, I know I lack the strength to stop you. All I can foolishly request is for you to allow my people to live in peace. I can only hope I give my life so that their's remains unburdened." "Despite his small stature and rather meager regalia, Blake carries himself with grace and dignity befitting a Prince."
Ojore
"Ojore's eyebrow quirks upward slightly in surprise and momentarily softens at the prince's resolve to sacrifice himself. He takes a step closer to Blake, towering over him even more, but surprisingly, he places a hand gently on Blake's shoulder."
"You misunderstand me, Blake. I did not come here to slay you." "His grip on Blake's shoulder tightens slightly, his touch warm and comforting." "I came here to see the man who would one day rule this kingdom."
"Ojore leans down a touch, his voice lowering to a soft purr." "You are not like the others. There is a strength in you, a resolve that sets you apart from your siblings. And yet, I sense a vulnerability there as well. It draws me to you."
"He releases his hold on Blake's shoulder, stepping back to regard him thoughtfully."
erron
"Blake stares at Ojore, bewildered." "I...I do not understand. Why...why would you come here with such intentions? As is dictated, my sister, the eldest of my siblings, has now become Queen. I hold little influence and no power. What use am I to you?"
Ojore
"Ojore chuckles softly, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement." "My intention, Blake, is simple. I came here to see you, to test your strength and gauge your worth. And you have not disappointed me."
"He steps even closer to the prince, his gaze intense as he studies him." "You may not hold power now, but that does not mean you will not one day. Power can be taken, but it can also be given. If your sister is wise, she will see the potential in you as well."
"Ojore leans in, his lips hovering close to Blake's ear as he speaks in a low rumble." "And as for what use you are to me, well...that is yet to be determined. But I can tell you this, Blake. I am intrigued by you, and I don't intend to let you go anytime soon."
erron
"Blake narrows his eyes, mind working to try and parse out what Ojore's true intentions are. After a long moment, he speaks." "...may I see my sister?"
Ojore
"Ojore nods, his expression serious." "Of course, you may. But first, I have some questions for you. About your kingdom, your people, and your family."
"He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze piercing as he studies Blake." "What can you tell me about your father's rule? What did your people want from him? And did he ever mistreat them in any way?"
erron
"Blake's eyes widen at Ojore's question. He seems to struggle for a long moment as he chooses his words." "...my Father was...ambitious. He desired to see this Kingdom grow under his rule at any cost. His designs of conquest were vast; their scope was well beyond what our own forces could accomplish. This typically amounted to small-scake aggressions along our borders, souring most of our relations in the process..." "Blake glances at Ojore." "I understand these excursions affected your people as well." "Blake gives a small bow." "You have my apologies. My sisters and I expressed our disagreement with his plans, though our words went unheeded..." "Blake unconsciously pulls at the collar of his shirt to hide the purpling braises that trail down along his neck." "I cannot speak for the people of my Kingdom at large. I only understand that his overtures of conquest were favored by few groups, and they seemed concern with the future such actions would bring about..."
Ojore
"Ojore nods thoughtfully as he listens to Blake's words, his expression serious." "I see. So your father's ambitions for conquest were not well received by many within the kingdom. And yet, despite the concerns of his people, he continued with his plans."
"He steps closer to Blake, his eyes flickering down to the bruises on his neck before looking back up at the prince." "And what of these, Blake? Did your father mistreat you and your siblings as well?"
"Ojore reaches out to lightly brush a finger over the bruises, his touch gentle."
erron
"Blake recoils from Ojore's touch almost violently, eyes shining with anger." "Do not mock me with your feigned pity." "Blake seethes, pulling his cloak protectively around himself. He takes a long breath in through his nose to steady himself, jaw working with emotion." "I would like. To see my sister."
Ojore
"Ojore steps back, his expression softening with understanding as he sees the anger on Blake's face. He nods slightly at the prince's request, backing up to give him space." "Very well. I will escort you to the queen's chambers. But know this, Blake, I meant no offense. I only wanted to know if your father's mistreatment extended to you and your siblings as well."
"He turns away from Blake, striding purposefully towards the door." "Come. We must not keep your sister waiting."
"As he opens the door, he gestures for Blake to follow him out of his chamber and into the wider castle."
erron
"Blake gives another hard, bewildered glare at Ojore before shaking his head. He quickly steps out into the hallway and proceeds towards his sister's chambers. If he is dismayed to have Ojore sticking so closely to his side, he does not show it."
Ojore
"As Ojore walks beside Blake, he senses the prince's discomfort with his presence. He gives him a somewhat apologetic look, but doesn't speak until they reach the queen's chambers."
"Once there, he stands back to allow Blake to enter first before following him in." "Your Majesty," "he says respectfully, eyes flickering to the queen as he bows slightly in greeting." "I present to you your brother, Prince Blake."
"He takes a step back to allow them some space, but doesn't stray too far from Blake's side."
erron
"Blake's usual stoicism practically shatters as he rushes to his sister's side, embracing her." "Oh, Serah! Are-are you all right? You aren't hurt, are you?"
Ojore
"As Blake embraces his sister, Ojore watches them silently, a hint of fondness in his eyes."
The queen appears surprised, but then smoothly regains her composure, her face softening as she returns her brother's embrace warmly. "I am unharmed, Blake," she says softly, pulling back slightly to look at him. "But what of you? Are you okay?"
erron
"Blake nods." "I have not been hurt. I understand that you have taken on the crown. Have you been able to..." "The two continue to speak to one another in hused tones, alternating in casting wary glances towards Ojore standing at the edge of the room. Their conversations stretches on for some time."
Ojore
"Ojore stands quietly at the edge of the room, watching the two siblings interact with a sense of satisfaction. He nods his head thoughtfully at their whispers, observing them silently for a few moments before turning to look towards one of the windows."
"As he gazes outside, his expression turns pensive. He can see the kingdom from where he stands, the villages and towns spread out across the rolling hills and valleys. He takes a deep breath, contemplating the future of this new land he has claimed."
"Finally, after a long moment, he turns back towards Blake and the queen, making his presence known once more." "Your Majesty, Prince Blake," he says respectfully, stepping forward to address them. "I would like to speak with you both regarding the governance of this kingdom."
erron
"It is Serah who approaches Ojore first. She looks up at the barbarian, defiance contorting her face into a snarl." "You would speak to us of our Kingdom? You have changed all our lives over the course of very few hours. No matter your intentions, I cannot forgive the actions you have taken." "As Serah finishes, she then slowly bows low to Ojore, surprising him and Blake in equal turn." "However, you have not brought further harm to my family nor my people, despite easily being in a position to do. For that, you have my sincerest gratitude." *Wordlessly, Blake quickly goes to his sister's side, helping her stand from her bow. The two royals then look at Ojore warily, waiting to hear what he has to say regarding the kingdom and its governance."
Ojore
"Ojore nods respectfully in response to Serah's words, his expression calm despite the queen's defiance."
"I understand your misgivings, Your Majesty," he says in a low rumble. "But I assure you, my intentions for this kingdom are not what you may think. I have spent my life fighting for my own tribe and their prosperity. I did not come here to conquer, but to ensure that the peoples of our region prosper."
"He takes a step closer to the siblings, his gaze focused and intense." "I would like to offer you both a proposition. One in which we can work together to bring about positive change, where both of our kingdoms thrive under a common goal."
*Ojore reaches into his pocket, removing a rolled-up parchment and handing it to Serah. "This is a proposal of a treaty, outlining the terms of our alliance. I believe that we can benefit greatly from each other if we pool our resources, our strengths, and our expertise. Together, we can build a brighter future for our people."
"He looks between the siblings, waiting for their response."
erron
"Seran unrolls the parchment, crowding around it alongside Blake as the two parse its contents in tandem. The two wordlessly communicate between one another as they weigh the various demands and benefits that Ojore is presenting. Blake is the first to speak." "...we are amemable to the requests you have put forth, Barbarian. Though we are in no position to refuse you and your people otherwise..." "Serah then continues." "But we have some requests of our own, if you would hear them."
Ojore
"Ojore nods respectfully at the queen's words, his expression serious." "Of course, Your Majesty. I am open to negotiation and to hearing your requests."
"He steps closer to Blake and Serah, his eyes flickering between the two siblings." "What are your terms?" he asks, his tone even.
erron
"Serag begins." "The first would the be the withdrawl of most of your forces. If you can provide that your forces do not occupy our Kingdom, I will formalize trade and alliance with your people." Serah looks down at the parchment helplessly. "I cannot speak for most of your other demands, though I will do my best to placate my people as our two kingdoms unavoidably begin to interact more and more as part of your treaty." "Serah hesitates for a long moment." "My Father was not overly beloved during his time as King, something which you are quite fortunate for. I do not see much retaliation being directed towards you for his deposition. But you will fund it difficult to find any of my countrymen to be glad for the invasion you have brought. This treaty of yours will take many years to bear fruit." "Blake continues to glance back at the parchment, a concerned expression hovering on his face." "There is, also, your final demand that we are uncertain of..."
Ojore
"Ojore listens to Serah's request intently, his expression thoughtful as she speaks. He nods at her words, his gaze flickering to the parchment in her hands as she mentions his demands."
"As for your first request, Your Majesty, the withdrawal of my forces, that can be arranged," Ojore replies in a low rumble. "It is not my intention to occupy your kingdom, but only to ensure the safety and security of both our peoples."
"He reaches out to place a reassuring hand on Serah's shoulder, his eyes meeting hers." "As for your concern about your people's reaction to our treaty, I understand that it will not be an easy road. But I do believe that together, we can build a better future for both of our nations. And I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn your people's trust and respect."
"At Blake's mention of the final demand, Ojore raises an eyebrow curiously." "And what is that demand, Prince Blake?" he asks, his tone even.
erron
"Blake winces, feeling the weight of Ojore's loaded gazs upon him." "...your request to remain here at the Castle, beside the Royal member of your choosing." "The siblings look at Ojore apprehensively." "Who would this be? And what are your intentions with them?"
Ojore
Ojore's expression remains calm, but a hint of a mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he gazes intently at Blake.
"As I'm sure you can guess, Prince Blake, it would be you," he says in a low rumble, "And as for my intentions, they are simple. I wish for us to become... closer. To work together to ensure a mutual understanding and respect between our nations."
"He takes a step closer to Blake, his body towering over the smaller man." "You and I may come from very different worlds, Prince Blake, but I believe that together we can accomplish great things. And as "my mate", I would like to put my trust in you, to work together towards this goal."
"His eyes burn with a deep intensity as he waits for Blake's reaction."
erron
"Blake flinches under the weight of Ojore's gaze. Serah begins to say something, but is stopped as Blake delicately places his hand on her shoulder." "Serah, please, listen to me. We must focus on the wellbeing of our people now more than ever." "Blake speaks in hushed tones." "If this means thay our people will be left at peace, as much as they can be, then I will gladly agree to his request. We must not, we cannot jeapordize our people. You are my eldest sister, and my heart blooms at seeing the lengths you are willing to go to my defense. But now you are Queen." "Blake takes his sister's hands in his." "Please, Serah. You must trust me." "Blake turns to Ojore." "I...I accept your condition, Lord...?"
Ojore
"Ojore watches the exchange between Blake and Serah silently, his expression pensive but ultimately pleased."
"I am glad to hear of your acceptance, Prince Blake," he says in a low rumble. "And please, call me Ojore."
"He steps closer to Blake, his hand reaching out to brush along the prince's cheek in a gentle caress." "I promise to treat you with care and respect, my mate. Together, we can accomplish great things and ensure a prosperous future for our people."
"As he speaks, Ojore's gaze never falters from Blake's, a deep intensity burning behind his eyes. It is clear that he has strong feelings towards the young prince, but also a sense of honor and duty to their mutual goals."
erron
"Blake's face twists into a pained expression for a brief moment before he smooths it over." "I understand...Ojore." "He glances at his sister, then back to the barbarian." "There is still much work to be done. My sister and I must adress the people and inform them of the changes to come. If you insist on accompanying me, I ask that you do not interject unnecessarily. It would only harm all of us if people think you are keeping my sister and I under threat..."
Ojore
"Ojore nods thoughtfully, his expression serious." "You have my word, Prince Blake. I will not interfere or cause any harm to come to you or your sister."
"He steps back from Blake, a faint smile playing on his lips." "I look forward to working with you towards a brighter future for our nations."
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