Tհҽ ƐӀѵҽղ φɾìղçҽ (male or female needed)

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    Taerntym Sylvyre was orphaned at a young age, but he was soon taken in by the Queen who could not have any children of her own. The king's eldest son never looked down upon his adopted brother and welcomed him with open arms. Shortly after adopting Taerntym, the king passed away, leaving his eldest son to take the throne. Alluin only had the throne for a short time, before his uncle rose up against him and had Alluin killed- taking the throne for himself. The former Queen, after learning of her brother-in-law's treachery, took young Taerntym and went into hiding. Taerntym is the only one left to take the throne and his uncle wants to see him killed. Now in hiding, Taerntym has no memory of being in the palace, or that he is a prince. He lives his days in the small cottage in the woods with his mother, and doesn't suspect a thing, until he is drafted for the war and is thrown back into the palace to train as a knight. No one knows who he is, and neither does Taern. His uncle becomes suspicious and watches his every move, still blind that this is the prince who escaped, the prince that could end his very reign.


    Your character can either be a male or a female, who was a friend of Taern's when he was younger, but separated by different lives, you didn't see him again until he was drafted to train as knight for an upcoming war. He's only seventeen years old and besides his mother, you also know that he belongs on the throne rather than his wretched uncle. You bring him aside and tell him of this and slowly, he regains bits and pieces of his memory when he was a child. Now your both plotting someway to overthrow Taern's uncle and hope that your plan goes without a hitch.

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    Long pale fingers twisted together anxiously as the young woman faced the elf who had, at one moment in their lives, been her best friend. "However we go about this, nobody else may know. Only your mother and I know who you truly are and I don't believe we can trust anyone else." Dya had no issues admitting who little she trusted anyone around them, the quietness of her voice betraying that. She didn't believe anyone else might be against Taerntym's uncle. She simply couldn't risk it, knowing how badly his uncle wanted him killed.


    ((Sorry, I'm pretty bad at starters))

    (No, you’re doing really well! I love the picture :3 )


    Taern nodded to Dya’s words, “Agreed,” he spoke, even just being in this palace was a risk for him. But he had returned when he was drafted for the war. There was also the problem of now protecting himself more in battle now that he knew he was the prince. But his uncle...his Uncle seemed like an unruly man, one who hated his subjects and just wanted power for himself. Taern looked to Dya, “Do you know if my Uncle suspects where my mother lives?” He asks lowly, afraid for the safety of his mother. But those who had took him away to the castle had no inclination that the humbly woman that opened the door was the queen. So, he hoped his uncle didn’t suspect a thing

    ((Awh, thank you! Also, was Dya drafted as well then? Or does she work for the royal family?))


    "I don't believe so. Nobody knew where you or your mother went. Nobody still does." Dya whispered, sending a cautious look to the door. "But at my first chance I'll go tell her what's happened. She can take care of herself." The pale elf assured him. Even knowing the Queen could take care of herself, it did remind Dya that she had to make sure both of them remained safe. Of the true royals remaining, she had to be certain they were safe.

    (She could work for the royal family if you want, or she could even be drafted. Up to you c: )


    Taern sighed in relief, "I appreciate that," he spoke in a hushed tone, and also glanced at the door. He couldn't afford exposing himself now. But, his Uncle was doing regular checks. Or so he heard, the draft was also to eliminate any possibility that his nephew was still alive. So, if Taern was founded out, who knows what could happen. The prince looked to Dya with his worried gaze, "I know my mother can take care of herself, but I still worry.." he murmured, even as he heard footsteps approaching

    Okay!))


    Dya pressed a slender finger to her lips, tensing as she heard the footsteps. If he was caught it would be the end of the royal bloodline and her once best friend. And she wasn't sure she could live with herself if she caused it. Not only that, but if she showed particular interest in any of the draft it could be taken as a sign, she had worked for the family long enough for the king to know she had known the prince.

    Taern thought quickly, and took Dya's arm and had them both hid behind a large pillar, even as the door opened. Thankfully, it was just a servant. But one could not be so careful, even around the servants. When the man left, Taern let out a breath of relief. Only then did he realize how close he was to Dya at the moment. It made his face flush red momentarily before he cleared his throat, "I should probably get back to training," he spoke and took a step back

    Dya's breath caught as they hid, and she blamed it on the fear of getting him caught. But a wave of relief flooded her when he stepped back. He was her prince, after all. "Of course... stay safe." She told him softly. "And tonight I'll go to warn your mother." She promised him softly. It was easiest for her to slip out at night, although she'd get yelled at the following day for not being fully Alert due to her lack of sleep.

    Taern nodded, leaving her be as he returned to his quarters. He remembered bits and pieces of their friendship, knowing they used to be very close to each other once. But, as their lives separated, so did the friendship. Sitting on his bed, he thought about her, and hoped for her safety, he had even whispered to it before he left, hoping she would have heard it. Taern got back up when his superior came to get him for training, and he went for a few hours until night fell

    As soon as she was certain nobody was awake who would see and question her, Dya pulled her cloak around. She frequently took night walks to calm herself after nightmares, so nobody would find her leaving unusual. It would be the first and probably last time she was grateful for her nightmares. But she started out in silence, cloak pulled tightly around her but her hood down so it was clear she was one of the servants here.

    Lanera sat within her home, embroidering a rose at the moment. She often worried about her son, and if he would be alright in the palace. She had no idea that Dya was on her way to visit her.

    Once she was out of sight from anyone, Dya began to run. Gathering her dress and cloak as high as she could without being entirely improper, she ran for where she knew the queen to be living. She arrived sooner than she had expected.