Practice Fields: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

After retreiving the practice knives from the target, Cende steps back to the top of the practice area. Carefully putting away the equipment, she then turns to Rennar and places her hands on her hips. Despite her scruffy appearance, her low, velvet voice holds some asperity as she looks firmly at Rennar "What are you doing here? Your house told me you weren't planning on leaving this evening, and you're not supposed to go without a guard - which I don't see behind you." The voice is not raised, instead being pragmatic.

Kellian stands with Aeril and Turail. While Cende practices with her throwing knifes and Rennar is attempting to sneak up on her. I think :)

Aeril nods to Turail again, acknowledging his words, "I'm sure that our paths will cross often, Captain." Although they do serve in different divisions, Aeril's connection with Kellian often brings her in contact with most of the divisions here at the palace.

Theowyn turns from the courtyard and into the practise yard on this evening. Two Queen's Guardsman flank him on either side, the three men discussing matters privately. As they walk further into the practise field, the guardsman separate, and Theowyn begins to notice those about. At first he notices a few officers of the Queen's Guard, and then a few more until spotting Kellian and the woman he's with. Cende does suddenly get his attention some moments later, more so then even Rennar, and for a moment Theowyn's expression might express stress over some matter.

There's a small frown which lightly touches upon Rennar's lips. She stands with Cende now, away from the others who are across the field somewhere. "I received a message from the Palace about some meeting or another that I was to attend. Unfortunately, I was expected to arrive forthwith so there was not time to arrange for a guard, persay." The young woman calmly folds her hands before her, pressing her lips together.

Kellian has not as yet noticed the arrival of the First Prince, his younger half-brother. He continues to speak with Turail, while Aeril stands at his side,"And what have you discovered so far, Captain about the state of your troops?"

Cende simply sighs, and shakes her head "Well, I rather expected you to do this, so I'm not surprised. I'm just glad you're safely here." She scans over the fields, glacing at the faces. Her eyes come to the face of the First Prince, and she pales abruptly, looking away again quickly.

With her back to the entrance, Rennar does not see the Theowyn come into the practice yard. A brow lifts slightly, some concern coming to her features, "Is something wrong...?" She takes a step forward before catching herself, uncertain whether or not to interefere.

Theowyn continues through the courtyard, still seeming to be undecided whether to approach Cende and Rennar, though they do seem to hold his attention. That's when Turail comes into view just past a few Guardsman passing through.

"They are at about the state I expected them to be in Captain General." Turail responds. "Master Methos informs me much of the blade instruction must be done in groups, which will suffice the more natural of those in the sword, but does not obviously make an elite force. They are trained in the skills as much as possible under the circumstances." He tilts his head slightly, "If it please you, I had been discussing a plan with Methos to improve those that may benefit from more personal instruction."

A faint, unhappy smile crosses the blonde bodyguard's face, and a hand reaches for a pendant that is no longer there. "Nothing that time will not cure." She shakes her head, looking at the Duchess before her "Was your meeting done, or did you have other errands to run this evening?" Cende's voice trembles slightly as she speaks.

Kellian raises a brow at the mention of an elite force. A glance to Aeril, but a quick one at that, and then his gaze is firmly back on the Captain,"As with all things, you may guide a group in general principle, but individual guidance will hone that skill to razor sharpness. Wouldn't you agree, Aerilyn?"

"My meeting was finished." Rennar starts to speak, though her words trail off as she further listens to Cende speak. Real concern comes to her eyes, though she doesn't pry further, not yet anyway. "I heard you were here, so I decided to see if you'd rather be the one to see me home instead of the Queen's Guard." At least she was being sensible in that respect. Her eyes do spot the missing pendant, a brow lifting in a gentle manner,

Aeril nods to the Captain-General. She would not accept her given name from most people she serves with, since she has been -Aeril- since she joined the guard eleven summers ago, but from Kellian, her given name seems to suit. When he glances at her she nods to him with understanding. To Turail she says, "Most of the men do benefit from instruction. It is up to the individual to make the most of their own skills." Is she agreeing with the Captain or not? Hard to say.

Turail nods, "Agreed. But there comes a time when a man with a knack can be catapulted forward with individual attention. It was my wish to identify those few, and train them to a higher leve, and then turn them back to their prides to improve their fellows. Unless you object to this sort of plan, sir, on grounds I have not considered." His way of bowing to the wishes of a commanding officer, but making it plain he feels this is a good way to proceed.

Talwyn walks onto the Practice Fields from the barracks.

Talwyn has arrived.

Talwyn comes walking out of the barracs putting his gloves on as he goes. Probably not best to walk and dress at the same time...We'll see what happens.

Nodding, Cende checks over the practice area she has occupied once more, then turns to Rennar "Yes, I would rather escort you than the Queen's Guards. They have other duties, I do not. If you're ready then..." she allows the Duchess to make the final decision by leaving or not.

Kellian nods at the Captain,"I do not disagree with that Captain, my concern is whether we are putting your skills as a warrior and commander to best use. Methos and the Sargaents that work with him are here for the sole purpose of training the recruits as well as keeping the rest in top form. I will allow you to continue this practice for now, and I would like to have a report on my desk about these men that you have spotted who have such potential. It would aid the battle plans if I know who among our men are potential blademasters."

Turail bows his head slightly, acquiescing. "As you wish Captain-General, so will I do. You shall have a report tomorrow." he replies, his weathered features half turning for a moment to the Lieutenant at Kellian's elbow. "I am of course at your disposal to do with as you think best. Are there duties you would have me take up that I have not been appraised of?"

Aeril continues to remain at ease beside the Captain-General. She doesn't speak unless spoken to, but she is paying close attention to all that is spoken between the two men. Idly, she glances at the arriving first prince, taking note of the guardsmen that flank him with a measure of approval.

Kellian shakes his head,"Not as yet. I understand though that a group from the White Tower is passing through Caemlyn on their way to the Mountains of Mist. I am thinking of sending a troop in that direction to make certain there is no more foreign activity in the area." Refering of course to the presence of black armored, lance weilding, horsemen who, with the help of a group of poorly organized bandits, attacked some of his men in the Mountains and attacked a village in the area.

Theowyn is stopped by a few Guardsman that are obviously familiar to him. The chat with brief, and by this time Theowyn decides to head in the direction. As he comes toward the ranking officers of the Queen's Guard, it would be dificult to miss Theowyn turn to look in the direction of Cende and Rennar. A contemplative sigh escapes his lips, as he does finally approach the group. "Kellian, Turail." A special nod seems to indicate Aeril, "Aeril. It has been a little while," he notes, stepping up to the conversation.

Rennar inclines her head gently to Cende, "Now would be as good a time as any." With that she turns and starts to walk toward the gates, though she misses a step when she, herself, spies Theowyn. Her expression turns rather neutral in manner, and her lips thin as they tighten. Her own reaction is directly the opposite of Cende's, yet similar all the same. "Now would be the best time, in fact." She waits a little, that silent invitation for Cende to walk with her instead of behind her.

Kellian turns his head, just enough to regard his brother, he doesn't seem to be surprised by his arrival, so perhaps was seeing more then he seemed to be seeing. "Theowyn." He even offers a smile of greeting.

An anticipating gleam seems to leap out of the blademaster's frigid blue eyes at the mention of a possible mission to the area the black suits of armor were recovered from. He's quite interested in recent events. Somthing about the whole Renford matter did not ring true in his half shienaran ears. He'd like dearly to know what the cause of that disturbance in his mind on the matter is. He nods, "Yes, of course. Given the events in that area, a presence maintained there might not be a bad idea." He turns his head as Theowyn arrives, "Your Highness." He rasps, a bit more formally than when they two speak alone.

Aeril nods to the First Prince in return, giving him a respectful salute. She then looks at Kellian again as he speaks about sending troops to the Mountains of Mist. "Sir? Do you intend to go with thim?" Aeril is serious about that question and gazes at the man with some intensity that suggests that if he does, she will do what she can to insist on going with him.

Kellian turns at the motion of those two leaving, he raises his hand to Theowyn and Turail, nods his head in inclusion to Aeril. "If you will excuse us." He turns to move toward the departing duo, and says to one of the guards at hand,"I need to speak to those two, Guardsman Norn, please tell them so and see if now would be an appropriate time." The Captain General has taken a few steps away from Turail and Theowyn and expects Aeril to be with him. The Guard dashes over to intercept Cende and Rennar and reports a bit breathlessly,"The Captain General has requested a moment of your time..highness." he adds that last with some uncertainty. Looking between the two of them, as he stands at attention, awaiting their answer.

Stepping to Rennar's side, the rangy blonde gives the Duchess a faint smile. She scans the area as they move, although her eyes return constantly to Theowyn. Stopping abruptly as the Guard approaches, Cende's eyes tighten, and she sighs. "Duchess.. I suspect this is about the Arboretum.."

Theowyn arches an eyebrow as he watches the attention going in the direction of Cende and Rennar. He too had been standing in a position where he could observe the pair, and that doesn't change now, especially with the Captain-General heading in that direction. "I see you are getting situated," he notes to Turail in that casual tone, pondering matters ahead of him.

At the term Highness, a slight touch of a frown does come to Rennar's features. She looks at Theowyn with an almost accusatory glare, then lets her features relax a bit. In a dignified manner, she nods her head to the guardsman, murmuring in a gentle voice, "We were just about to leave. Will this take long?" Upon hearing Cende's words, that frown grows ever so slightly, though she controls it well.

Cronus enters scanning the area, as he exits the barracks and glares at a recruit for not saluting as he passes by and with a quick call down, well the recruit runs upon being dismissed to do other stuff. Cronus doesn't appear to be in the best of moods but there is still an easy going manner in him. He searches the scene and noting Kellian and Aeril doing stuff, with the Prince and a Captain about else where. He heads towards Theo and The Capt since they aren't walking to do other stuff. He presents a bow to Theowyn with a salute, and a nod of respect to Turail. "Good eve, my prince, how fair you this eve?"

As Kellian heads away, to intercept the Duchess and her blonde guard, Turail's eyes follow curiously, and then turn back to the prince. "Yes, it seems so, old friend." His tone is lowered, and he uses friendship terms now rather than formal ones. Untill Cronus approaches. He nods, with a slightly curt bow, and glances to the prince.

Aeril follows after Kellian, remaining at his side.

Moving with Rennar by her side, Cende moves towards Kellian, her eyes flowing once again to Theowyn. Although her face is nominally calm, a certain tightness lingers around her eyes and lips. Her hand once again moves to where a necklace would hang, if one were there.

The guard defers as Kellian reaches his side, The Captain General looks at Rennar,"I do not think it will take long. I just wish to make certain of the details of that business in the Arboreteum. It concerns me, in light of all that is happening, and I would like to set my mind at rest as to whether it was a random act my some cutthroat from Ferret Run, or another attempt on your life by the forces arrayed against Andor, Lady Rennar."

"If it was an attempt on the Duchess' life, Captain General, you may rest assured that it was the unprofessional and pathetic attempt I have ever seen," responds Cende dryly, her burbon voice temporarily having a hint of amusement. "I reacted to possible threat. I did not intend to kill the," she pauses, "gentleman.. lurking in the bushes, but I knew he was there, and I aimed at the noise he made."

A gentle sigh does escape Rennar as she finds herself moving to meet the Captain General anyway. A veiled glance moves toward Aerilyn, a brow lifting very slightly. Hands delicately smooth over the folds of her velvety dress, showing some impatience on the matter. There is a moment of hesitation. "There is no 'proof' that there were any forces arrayed against my life, Captain-General." That's the only likely comment that one will receive regarding Renford and House Fiores' involvement against her. "I will speak with you about the matter in the Arboretum, but must we really do it in a publ-" Her words cut off when Cende starts speaking.

Kellian raises a brow at Rennar's concern. Public? One would think they were in the middle of the inn at the height of business discussing her most personal of affairs. He nods at Cende. "An assassin wuold not have been so careless. That is all I needed to know. Thank you." He looks between them and then adds,"I apologize if I have detained you overly much, or caused any.." he actually offers a sympathetic expression,"discomfort. Peace favor you both."

Aeril studies Cende as the Captain-General speaks with the duchess. It is not that she is not paying attention to the conversation, but old habits of bodyguard duty come into play with her. She is noticing Cende's mannerisms and judging distances between the woman and the Prince she stands with. Aeril doesn't stand behind the man as a bodyguard might, instead she remains at his left side.

Theowyn inclines his head lightly to Cronus, rather growing curious to this matter with Rennar and Cende that involves Kellian. "There was an attempt on the Daughter-Heir's life," he explains to Turail, though shaking his head lightly in a tight smile. "Though I'm sure you're all too aware of that." Theowyn does continue to observe, likely too far to hear any words. "I would approach the Daughter-Heir, but she does seem rather skittish at times," he notes, that with a faint hint of amusement.

"Then if there is nothing more, we shall be on our way." Rennar states in a rather bland, yet mild manner. She does reserve one more glance toward Theowyn, eyes narrowing just slightly at the Prince. Smirking a touch, she glances sideways at Cende, then starts once more to leave the field.

Cende begins to give the Captain-General a salute in the Arafellian style, stopping as it's halfway through and seemingly inwardly amused at the action. She looks one last time at Theowyn, her glance completely different than that of the Duchess, before turning and walking with Rennar towards the courtyard.

Kellian raises his hand, almost as an afterthought, or something just remembered,"A moment." he says to both of them.

Stopping once more, Rennar schools her expression before turning toward the Captain-General. "Yes?" She inquires in a light toned voice, her emerald gaze flickering slightly in the light cast down upon them. Tilting her head to the side a bit, she takes in some of those she missed presently while she was in the field.

Turail indicates his awareness of that little fact by a nod. One would not say he is attempting to listen in at this distance, but his eyes have that void chill empty quality for a moment, which passes as he turns back to the Prince. "Yes, I had heard of the incident." Some faint wisp of amusement does register in the ex-duke's expression. "She is an independant woman, as brash and headstrong as a young bull. She chafes at the fetters of duty." He remarks in his softest rasp to the prince.

Stopping in mid-stride, Cende also turns to face Kellian.

"Does she?" Theowyn isn't sure whether to be amused or tense, the glance from Cende to Rennar sending two entirely different emotions within him. "At least the Daughter-Heir has been making an effort to be within the palace. For that I'm pleased." Theowyn's master plan is working, or so he will believe, as he pats Turail on the shoulder and begins to head in that general direction. "Has the Queen's Guard been of much contrast in comparison to Shienar during your service there?"

Aeril gazes at the Captain-General thoughtful. As if the young swordswoman is looking to learn something from him. She remains at his side, a serious aide ready to do his biding.

Turail falls in beside Theowyn, his hands finding their place behind his back in easy clasp. "Some." A reflective expression assumes a perch on his face as they walk. His eyes find his boots for a moment, though not really seeing them as he thinks. "The atmosphere was perhaps more desperate in Fal Dara." He concludes, adding, "Though war has a way of straightening men's levity into solemn understanding of how precious peace is."

Kellian explains then,"Lady Rennar, I am inclined to believe your assertions about the wrongs done to you in the past. But without proof, we are in a difficult game of wills with the other nations. We stand on the balance now..one slight shift in weight and we will go tumbling into the darkness below. I know you did think highly of the actions of my predecessor, and that in and of it self was a victory for those that stand against us. I would have your house stand with the Lion Throne when the time comes, so I would wish you to always speak openly and frankly with me about your concerns. But as for the other matter, let me do what I can to ferret out the truth and we will see those responsible are brought to justice."

"That is where you are wrong, Captain-General. There is proof, only you do not choose to use it for fear that he may deny it being so. I would no more accept his proof that the erroneous House of Andor were the ones responsible for my near fate with death than I would that the proof already presented was not real enough. I trust no one, nor should I." Rennar states rather bluntly and up front, her arms crossing before her, a slight frown coming to her lips, "Please explain who your predecesor might be, because I believe that there might be a rather large miscalculation about my views upon which you speak."

Kellian looks into her eyes,"Durnik Kasagara, of course. You told me yourself, when I was still a Captain, that you were unhappy about his decisions. If I mistook your actions then, and you in fact were pleased, then by all means I stand corrected. Misunderstanding..and the failure of communication..are the greatest contributors to a failed campaign..or the collapse of a nation. As for the evidence you speak of, I have not seen such, but if we can discuss such at length, I am not afraid to present the facts about Renford Fiores and his family." His jaw tightens some but his tone is honest and forthright.

"The victory was gained for Andor with the removal of your predecessor," Theowyn reminds as he enters into the conversation, unable to not comment on that note. "Durnik was removed because he failed to understand the chain of command, and continues to act foolishly in despiration. Those are not the qualities of a Captain-General. And yet he continues in the same path now, brother. I have Children of the Light approaching me pondering why Durnik is accusing their men of being Darkfriends when he hears it second hand from the words of an eleven year old girl..." Theowyn does indeed set the record straight on his beliefs on the matter. "A girl that had reason to lie." Those attentive blue eyes take to Rennar with that. "You will not convince the Daughter-Heir of Durnik's worth, not when he hired a chargedDarkfriend and invites her to this very palace."

Cende simply listens, with some interest, to the conversation, even as she scans the area, constantly watching for potential trouble.

Kellian nods to his brother as he interjects himself into the conversation, looking back to Rennar for her reaction.

"Where House Hune stands at the time of any insurmountable attack depends largely on how the Crown functions and acts, as it always has. My support and my choices are my own to make, and will not be discussed with any save Aislynn herself." Once again the Daughter-heir makes her voice and words clear as she continues on the earlier topic. She does not add the honorary title, speaking of the Queen in the familiar as one friend would to another. This is something that's more than second nature to her. "You did not mistake that I was rather displeased with that man." She will not bring herself to speak Durnik's name, a look of complete distaste on her features. "Nor will I go into my reasons for disliking him so here and now. As to the evidence presented, it was presented publically in the meeting of the Noble's council before Queen Sydelle arrived by Lord Magnus Trigaran himself, after an attack that had befallen the Queen's own family on Andoran soil."

Kellian brows raise dramatically,"Magnus Trigaran.." he says softly. Though only Aerilyn likely heard him. It's almost the tone one would use when swearing softly.

Turail stands to the side, not interjecting anything towards this cvonversation, though his own feelings on his countryman, by blood, if not by honor, are hardly secret either, and tend to run with Rennar's.

"Indeed, Magnus Trigarn. He presented a flag bearing House Fiores's symbol, stating it was left behind at the attack on Queen Sydelle's family, members which were staying on his estates because assassins were going after them within Murandy, I believe." Rennar looks briefly to Theowyn for conformation of this, though looks back to the Captain-General, "I am almost certain it would be kept within the Palace vaults, especially considering one of the men within House Hune during my time of capture had visited my uncle and ordered my death."

Ian arrives from the southeast, following a path of stout flagstones.

Ian has arrived.

Aeril nods as she hears the Captain-General speak and she stiffens. She continues to listen to the conversation.

bore that same symbol - erg, add that to Rennar's last few words.

Kellian nods. "I see." Then he adds,"Your council is your own to keep, Lady Rennar, But the defense and protection of Andor is my responsibility..from the poorest of children..to the highest born of nobles. And so I must do everything in my power to see that your House, and all the Houses of Andor are protected, but I also must know where you stand when it comes time to protect Andor and her Queen. You will forgive if I do not simply leave such matters to chance or whim."

Ian approaches the practice yard, the sching of his spurs likely lost in the din of conversation and practice. He follows along a path towards the barracks, his step a little too fast to be considered casual. Any paying study to his countenance might note a slightly shaken man.

"I will decide where I stand when there is a time decide. Now is not that time, Captain-General." Rennar states rather blandly, a touch of insult coming to her eyes. "I am growing weary now. I bid you a good evening." She does cast Theowyn one last glance before starting for the exit once more.

Aeril shifts into a more attention pose beside Kellian and regards the Lady Rennar with her icy gaze. It is as if she too were curious about the answer to this question, however, as she has from the beginning of this encounter with the Hune noblewoman, she remains silent.

Kellian rubs his chin thoughtfully. Well, he didn't take this position to make friends and influence people..well, mostly not. "Light Protect you both." he says sincerely.

"Light Illume," Theowyn tilts his head just enough, not sparing the title, though his eyes focus on Cende. There is a tension there, its visible on his expression. "Cende..." her name trails as he looks to the woman that is Rennar's guard.

A faint smile crosses Cende's face at the Duchess' fire. As Rennar turns away to leave, Cende once again looks at Theowyn. Softly, she only answers "Yes?", but there is a world of hope or despair in that one word.

Theowyn looks between the others briefly, and then steps forward. "I will be escorting the Duchess and Cende to their manor," he states quietly enough to not impress a 'big-deal' out of it. And even as he states this, that focus remains on Cende.

Kellian nods at his brother. "I trust someone will be escorting you."

The Daughter-heir continues walking on, whether or not Cende follows. Her steps are at a normal pace, suggesting that it'd be rather easy to catch up to her if necessary. Red velvey skirts swish back and forth as the young woman makes her way to the exit, catcing on the various blades of grass.

Dropping her eyes briefly, Cende nods without replying. She turns to catch up to her charge - a few quick strides, and she is beside Rennar, leaning over to speak briefly as they walk towards the courtyard.

Aeril gazes at the two guardsmen that have been escorting the First Prince as he travels about the grounds. She nods. The royal prince does indeed have an escort of his own. She remains at Kellian's side, glancing at the new arrival to the practice field momentarily, trying to judge who he is.

Ian continues steadily across the field, making only brief scan at those gathered. He steps off the path enough to make room for the departing few and continues towards the barracks.

"Of course brother," Theowyn responds, noting that that Daughter-Heir is already at some distance away. Folding his arms behind him, he casually follows behind, his longer strides likely closing the distance without him actually rushing ahead. As he passes by Ian, he offers a nod.

Kelliangaze was on the departing figure, but he turns his head sharply to regard Ian's figure.

Kellian mutters to Aeril, "... you know..."

You sense Ian is uneasy about something. Not freightened, but certainly not calm.

Seeing the group scattering, Turail bows to Kellian and Aeril formally, and then takes his own direction to the stables.

Pausing briefly, Rennar leans in closer to Cende as she's spoken to. She glances over her shoulder, and upon noticing the Prince following along, a sigh erupts from her. She nods to Cende, murmuring something back to her.

Ian returns the prince's nod, with a more formal one of his own and gives a greeting that's half mumble.

Glancing momemtarily back at the approaching Prince, Cende then returns her attention to the Duchess and once again unhappily smiles to Rennar, replying in the same soft tone.

Turail walks through a huge doorway and into the Royal Stables.

Turail has left.

Theowyn paces ahead toward the two, though seeming to be in no rush as they seem to desire privacy.

Cende shrugs to Rennar, and simply walks with the smaller woman.

Rennar's lips curl downward in a softly hued frown. She nods her head a bit, "You are right, Cende." She speaks aloud, giving Theowyn one more glance over the shoulder before she continues forward once more.

Kellian will remain where he is, speaking quietly to Aeril. He motions to Guardsman Norn again,"Ask that man to come here." Indicating Ian. Guardsman Norn dutifully rushes after the fellow and stops in front of Ian,"Captain-General wants a word with you, sir."

Rennar walks follows the flagstone path toward the southeast.

Rennar has left.

Cende glides silently follows the flagstone path toward the southeast.

Cende has left.

You walk along the flagstone path toward the southeast.

Palace Courtyard: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A large, wide-open courtyard surrounds the breathtaking beauty of the Royal Palace of Andor. The pale beauty of the famed Ogier stonework, its high terraces and balconies and golden domes making your eye travel higher and higher to see more. The courtyard is very austere, with well-tended patches of lawn offsetting the stark white of the paving stones.

Small groups of Queen's Guards patrol the area, keeping it safe from any intrusion. The smell of delicious foods cooking fills the air. A small group of servants prepares the Palace for the pre-winter cleaning. The stone of the courtyard and steps leading to the Palace are being carefully scrubbed. The massive, double doors to the Palace are guarded by a small group of Queen's Guards. A small path paved in white stone leads off to the east towards the Queen's Gardens and flagstones lead northwest towards the guard's practice yard. A hoof-beaten path angles towards the stables to the west and the great gates lead back north out to the Queen's Plaza.

Contents:

Cende

Rennar

Lorewyr

Obvious Exits:

The Queen's Plaza Royal Palace The Queen's Gardens

Practice Fields Stables

Saorla enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Saorla has arrived.

Saorla walks through the guarded gates, to the Queen's Plaza.

Saorla has left.

Saorla enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Saorla has arrived.

Wesley enters the courtyard through the sally-port in the great gates.

Wesley has arrived.

Serionus has arrived.

Serionus arrives with Wesley.

Saorla walks along a white stone path, to the east.

Saorla has left.

Wesley walks behind the group from the tower, Serionus sneaking high above as he slips onto the grounds over the walls of the palace

Wesley walks along a white stone path, to the east.

Wesley has left.

Serionus leaves with Wesley.

Serionus has left.

Walking through the courtyard, heading toward the Queen's Plaza is an obvious looking noblewoman with another woman in scruffier clothing walking with her. Behind them is a man who looks to bear the symbols and rankings of the First Prince of the Sword.

Rennar walks through the guarded gates, to the Queen's Plaza.

Rennar has left.

Cende glides silently through the guarded gates, to the Queen's Plaza.

Cende has left.

The guards return any weapons they may have confiscated and bid you a good day.

The Queen's Plaza: Inner City, Caemlyn(#749RJMa$)

A large, oval-shaped plaza, paved with pristine white stones faces the tall gates of the Royal Palace. Spires and golden domes can be seen from over the walls.

A few Queen's Guards, clothed in red undercoats with long white collars, patrol the perimeter of the Palace. The red, yellow and browns of autumn blanket the patches of lawn here in the Queen's Plaza. The first chill breezes of winter bite at your cheeks. The tall, gilded gates of the Royal Palace are guarded by a group of Queen's Guards. White stone-paved roads lead to the south and to the northeast.

Contents:

Cende

Rennar

Obvious exits:

Caembarin Boulevard Palace Courtyard

Rennar leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Rennar has left.

Cende leaves the Queen's Plaza, headed north.

Cende has left.

You follow the white stone paved road to the north.

Caembarin Boulevard: Inner City, Caemlyn

Crown of Roses Avenue: Inner City, Caemlyn(#760RL$)

By now Theowyn would have caught up with both Rennar and Cende, though there is no effort to move forward in a conversation. Two Guardsman blank either side immidiately to the trio, and more follow behind in a less obvious fashion.

Alcoran brushes off his sleeves irritably, making his way along the avenue quickly and then towards Belmond Manor, where he spots Gil climbing the standing tree. He doesn't seem surprised, though he does grin, and he approaches the large tree, stopping a safe ten paces away from the roots.

Cende stops with Rennar outside the gates of Tiras Lorn, and watches the Prince join them. Her eyes scan the area, watching carefully at the odd people with odd items, and also the guards that flank Theowyn.

From time to time, the young Duchess of Hune looks over her shoulder at the First Prince. She doesn't look entirely happy at his presense altogether, but can't help but tolerate it. She stops with Cende just outside of Tiras Lorn and waits a moment for Theowyn to catch up more fully, "You both are, of course, invited into the Manor if you so wish."

Gil walks along White Lion Way, in a southwesterly direction.

Alcoran passes through the gateway leading to Barydar Manor.

"That would be appreciated," Theowyn offers a pleased smile as he steps toward the gates. The Guardsmen seem content at standing near the entrance, a few more gathering.

Speaking softly, Cende shakes her head "Thank you, but I.. should get back to my rooms." She smiles "I will, however, see you tomorrow. And perhaps I will put my name on the list of those to be advised when you have meetings."

Nodding her head gently, Rennar gives Cende a pleasant enough smile, "On the morrow then. Have a good evening, Cende." With that she turns and bows her head more formally to Theowyn, "Prince Versyr." There was a decidedly, half-chilly touch to her words as she speaks the formal title to the Prince.

Eglantine has arrived.

Kalaes has arrived.

Kalaes arrives with Eglantine.

"I thought Cende would have been staying in your residence," Theowyn explains, noting the light chill that takes to Rennar's words. "Duchess, if you will excuse me this evening then, I have matters with Mistress Cende that require attention. I'm sure that will be to your satisfaction," the last he notes with a pleased smile. "Though I am glad to see the Daughter-Heir once again within the Palace."

Eglantine walks toward House Barydar, accompanied by Kalaes, and glancing a bit guiltily at the guards as she offers them a quiet 'good evening'. And walks on through.

Hearing the words of the Prince, Cende pales once again, but she quietly waits for the Prince before walking towards her own rooms.

You are now allowing others to follow you.

Einone walks out of a house reputedly rented by Aes Sedai.

Einone has arrived.

Einone looking faintly distracted she limps out of the residence and down the street, every movement accomapnied by the gentke chimming of bells

Kalaes follows Eglantine, openly staring at the palaces as they pass by.

Delicately, a brow lifts at Theowyn's words, "No, Prince Versyr, Cende has chosen to stay at the Inn of her own accord. I was not insistant upon her moving into my residence. And there really is no excuses necessary." A thin smile touches Rennar's lips as she regards Theowyn, "As for my returning to the Palace, I suppose I shall say that, too, is all too dependant on how some matters are decided." She gives a small shrug of her shoulders, looking to Cende, "I may go do some light shopping in the morning. If I am not up by the time you get here, feel free to have Genette rouse me."

Nodding to the Duchess, Cende smiles at the closest thing to an order that Rennar has given her. She watches quietly as Rennar moves into her house.

Eglantine passes through the gateway leading to Barydar Manor.

Eglantine has left.

Kalaes leaves with Eglantine.

Kalaes has left.

Alcoran emerges from the extensive grounds of Barydar Manor.

Alcoran has arrived.

Alcoran walks into imposing residence of the Belmond Family.

Alcoran has left.

Einone walks along White Lion Way, in a southwesterly direction.

Einone has left.

"Indeed..." Theowyn studies Rennar thoughtfully. "Pleasant evening, Rennar."

Rennar pulls open the gate to the manor and enters the courtyard.

Rennar has left.

As Rennar moves into Tiras Lorn, Cende watches, to make sure the Duchess gains her door safely, then turns in the direction she intends to go. A softly murmured "My Lord.." is her words, although as long as he is near, she maintains a watchful pose.

Cende's Room

Theowyn obviously didn't mean he'd be there right-away. It would be a full hour later before a knock on the door would announce someone waiting outside.

Opening the door a crack, Cende stands defensively on the other side, a long dagger in her hand. Stepping back she allows Theowyn to come in without a word, shutting and locking the door after him. In her offhand, she holds a small crossbow, a new weapon for her. She quietly moves to a table where many armaments are laid out, and places the ones in her hands there before she speaks. When she does, without turning around, her voice is softer than even her usual. "Why are you here, what could you possibly have to say to me?"

Theowyn enters in a mild disguise, which means he's wearing a cloak not of royal design. As he steps through the door the cloaks moves apart, revealing his more traditional garb. Though he faintly looks to her weapons, most of his attention goes to her. "That I'm concerned for you Cende, that is what I have to say to you," Theowyn states bluntly, though not without some reach in his eyes.

Turning smoothly to gracefully seat herself in one of the chairs, Cende gives a lightly bitter smile "I am grateful for your concern, Your Highness, but as you can see, I am fine." She bends as she speaks, and begins unlacing a boot. "The Duchess will be as well, until the reason for her protection is at an end. You can count on my oath for that, as you know. And then.." both hands and words are stilled for a moment, until she continues in a near whisper "And then I will disturb your peace no longer."

"Do you think that is something I want?" Theowyn challenges, as he makes his way across the room and toward Cende. He does stop some paces away, looking to her with that edge. "For you to no longer be a part of my life? If you seek the Blight again...." Theowyn takes a step forward, challenging her. "Is that what you truly intend?"

Cende pulls off the first boot, and changes her position, tucking the now unshod foot beneath her. Without looking up, she quietly answers, one question or all.. "Yes."

"Light Cende!" Theowyn exclaims, closing the distance to just a few steps, and then going down to one knee so that he can gain more insight from her eyes. "Is that how it will be? I need you here. One way or another, I do. I wish you to be a part of my life. And I need you.." the last he admits, though more quietly. "Maybe it is too late, maybe I did betray what we had. But you will have me pay for it with your death?"

Although her hands are working the laces, they are doing so without guidance from her eyes, which shimmer with dampness from unshed tears, her face curiously blank as she attempts to contain the emotions that only this man brings. The second boot is removed, and she lifts her head, her eyes not meeting his. "You don't need me, Theowyn. You have your princess, and your guards. How can I be a part of your life with that?" She shakes her head "I left, and that was wrong, and I realized that. But how can I blame you for seeking someone else afterwards? My death.. will only be that of my body, for my heart died when I found I had lost you."

Theowyn cool blue eyes watch her from that position down on one knee. He is perhaps within reach of her, but makes no motion to do so. "There is a hand-full of people I could trust completely, Cende. A hand-full, if I'm generious." Theowyn lowers his head just enough to catch that angle of her eyes. "And who could I trust like I do you, Cende?"

Straightening in her chair, Cende places her hands in her lap, only her forced training allowing her to remain as still as she becomes after, her breathing and the solitary tear that escapes her control the only movement about her. Finally, her words come, slowly, reluctantly, and flatly. "My oath and my training make me useful to you, on behalf of your country." It is not a question, simply a statement.

"Cende..." Theowyn's voice changes to a note of pleading, though just touching on that level as he lifts his arm up to reach for her. "Do you not think that I am torn apart by this? To fall in love, and then feel I've betrayed the woman I first promised myself too? It kills me within, it rips at my very soul, and yet where are my Oaths? To the Queen, and to Andor..." Theowyn's head slowly lowers then. "What will you have me do Cende?"

Cende slowly moves her hand, and brushes the arm reaching towards her lightly. "I have never asked you for anything, Theowyn, save only to believe in me. How can I start now?" The hand drops back "What would I have you do? Love me. But you have said it yourself now. You have fallen in love, but not with the woman you were first promised to. I respect your Oaths, Theowyn, even as I respect mine. I ache each time I see you, I cried each night when I wrote to you." She takes a quiet breath "Then I met her. Your Princess. And I understood that because you need to protect, need to comfort and guide, that I could never have you. So for the first time, all I can do is ask you to let me go to die."

Theowyn's features twist a bit at those words. "No..." Theowyn states, standing up then, and turning his back as he takes a few steps away. "I'm selfish, Cende. I am far too selfish, I admit. I can't let you go, not like this. And not to know it will be for a senseless death within the taint of the Blight." The words are softly spoke, his manner hinting on his shame.

The soft, warmed whisky voice floats around the Prince's turned back. "No death is senseless when it is serving others," Cende's soft words are not meant to soothe, she does not have that in her right now. "But you say no, and you expect me to obey. Then I must ask you.. What would you have me do?"

It's not until now that her earlier words register, about Elyse and Cende meeting. That alone sets his mind blasting with thoughts, though he remains at hold of his composure. "To face this challenge, and to overcome," he shakes his head, turning to face her once more, though now a few more paces away. "Marriage with Elyse will bind Andor to Kandor, an alliance that is far too important to ignore now. I will not lie, I won't say that I don't want to marry Elyse. I do. I do love her. I do want to be with her. But also..." the last comes with a voice that does nearly lose composure. "I can't afford to consider on what else I want. Cende, I love you. I do, I haven't stopped loving you. Haven't you noticed the strength and stubborness both yourself and Elyse share? The beauty? She is blind, but with courage. And you are darkened by your past, but overcame. It is not a perfect explination, but Light Cende, don't leave..."

Cende's hands lift to her hair, and she quietly pulls the heavy metal weights from the end of it, sighing softly as she untangles the braid, allowing the pale tresses to float around her face, the less severe style making her look much younger. "I said I met her, I did not say I got to know her. Nor shall I." She pauses, considering, then lifts her face and speaks frankly "Kandor has its own problems, Theowyn. The Blight is real, and one day it will become active again, with monsters I shudder at the simple pictures of. It is over a month ride for me, nevermind a march for troops, through lands both sovereign and unclaimed. An alliance with Kandor will be on paper only, they will never be able to afford to send you men, to lend you aid. And I doubt greatly that the men of Andor will willingly go to fight and die in a land so far away for a country they are not pledged to, against creatures they believe are myths. If you were telling me that you married her only for the alliance, then I would disbelieve you, for the alliance is impractical to the extreme." She quiets and turns her head. "You will marry this woman, you say you love her. Yet you say you love me, and would keep me close to you. How, Theo? You cannot marry us both, and I.." she falters "I do not believe I can watch you love her and not become as insane as.." She trails off.

"I could not disagree," Theowyn begins, answering the first set of issues that are all too true. "Even now an alliance would speak of forty-five men, nothing more. But it will change perception, it must, that other nations will not have their opinion of Andor fall when others seemed to wish it will." It is the last of her words that cause Theowyn the most concern. He reaches for her again, though this time his fingers flow to he rcheek. "You are better then them, Cende.:

A simple reply, "Their blood flows in my veins," but her fingertips rest over his on her cheek. She looks up to him, and says softly "You again ask me to not leave, but you do not say what you would have me do instead."

"Learn to love and be with me as things are? As they will be?" Theowyn obviously doesn't have answers, his voice expressing as much of that fact as his words do. The fingers lightly stroke at her flesh. "I don't know, but I know that whatever you do here will be better then your alternative."

Cende slowly turns her head until her lips touch the fingertips on her face. A gentle kiss, followed by a light nip, her eyes looking up to the Prince through lashes that do not hide the green of her eyes. From behind the fingers resting on her lips, she replies softly "And if I were to take a lover, would you learn to love that?"

Theowyn's eyes close briefly at the touch of her lips on his hand, the warmth of her breath over moistoned skin. He does open his eyes to see her looking to him, pausing before he manages to gather an answer. "I would learn to accept that," he answers in a whisper.

A smooth movement, and the tall woman is standing, a half step and she is easily within his reach, in the circle of his arms should he raise them. Her voice remains the soft, quiet whisper "And if I were to tell you that I would marry that man, that I love him that much.. would you learn to be with how things could be?"

Theowyn's hand moves to her waist as she approaches him, those intense blue eyes never leaving her eyes as she stood and closed their distance. In reply, he nods once more. "I would learn to accept even that, at the cost of a part of me lost that would not regain."

Cende's hand goes to Theowyn's cheek this time, lightly stroking. "Think on that part, Theowyn. Think of no warning, of hearing me tell you one day that I have taken a man to my heart, a man you know nothing of, and had no hint of. Think of hearing me tell you that I intend to marry him. And tell me you can accept the part of you that dies that death so suddenly."

"It would not be pleasant," Theowyn admits in the understatement that is clear in his voice. "It would rip away at me each night, it would be something I would obsess over. Something that would linger away in time, but not soon enough, because I would hold on to that pain as much as I would want to that love and future I had planned."

Moving a half step closer, Cende reaches up to brush her lips against Theowyn's chin "Now try to imagine, being asked to stay near, to watch that love I hold for the man you knew nothing of grow. To watch me bear his children.." Her eyes for the first time meet his willingly "You ask me to stay for that, Theowyn."

"I ask you not to run to the Blight to die..." Theowyn responds, his words paced in a slow tempo as he feels the light kisses on his chin. He does not withdraw, though he does stiffen, the grip on her waist becoming stronger.

The light kisses, not rejected, continue up the line of the Prince's face, Cende swaying forward so that only a breath seperate their bodies. Her breath is warm over his ear as she continues to speak "I love you. Only you. You are the only man who has touched me as a woman, you are the one who kept me alive in the Blight. I promised you I would return.. I am here. I told you goodbye, Theowyn, but you are here. What shall I make of this? You tell me you love me, you need me, you ask me to stay with you.." A turn of the head, her lips are within reach of his, but not pressing. "I believe in second chances, my love."

Theowyn's expression hardens at the approach of her lips, his hand squeezing tighter around her waist in response, whether it be warning or urging. "Cende..." Theowyn nearly loses himself in her eyes, but he shakes his head slowly, his breath passing against her lips. "I could take you here... I could make love to you like we did in the past.. it might feel as it always did..." Theowyn's words are seprated by deep breaths. "But in the morning, I do not believe things will change..." The truth, whispered just loud enough for Cende to hear, pains him already.

Cende smiles slowly, the hint of pain that had been clouding her eyes cleared now, a more direct determination behind the nearly clear green of them. "Things have already changed, Theowyn." Her voice is no louder than his, but more controlled for a change "You have the means to leave at any time, but you are standing with me, speaking of making love to me. I would not deny you, should you choose to come to my bed this night, or any night." She watches him with faint challenge.

"And if I accept?" Theowyn asks, unconsciously moving her hip toward his body, though not leaning forward to kiss her. He watches those eyes, his eyes briefly flickering to her lips which are so near. "And if I accept but do not return to you, would it not be worse?" It is at that moment that his eyes turn away from her briefly, a motion perhaps indicating he is considering making his exit. "If I decide tonight, I will be clouded by lust."

A soft laugh, gentle and loving "Yes, well. That would be the point would it not? Save in the morning you would be racked by guilt. Perhaps you should go for your own conscience.." He does not make the move, but she does, in a gentle attempt to tangle him up with her for a brief, passionate moment.

Theowyn responds to the intanglement of their lips with a heated push of his own, that hand that had been holing her waist suddenly presses Cende against his body. Perhaps a kiss harder then she intended, his tongue makes motion enough to attempt to penetrate her lips. But then just as roughly he pulls away from Cende, enough so to be a half step apart. "No..." he whispers, though his next words are more firm. "If I take you tonight, I will take you the next night we are together. And the night after that. And if I marry Elyse, what then?" The words burn with both lust and anger, his eyes challenging her now for an answer.

Cende's eyes widen slightly in suprise and she briefly melts into the kiss, but she accepts the step back, and takes one of her own. "Then you will have me as a mistress, no doubt, a state that none of us are inclined to accept, I believe. If you marry Elyse." She raises her chin, meeting his eyes frankly once again, more like the strong willed woman he knew before. She says quietly, firmly, "You are mine, Theo. By promise, by love. You asked me to stay, I tell you now that I will, but it will not be peaceful for you. You say she is strong, this Princess of Kandor. Very well. This is not Ebou Dar, I will not challenge her to duel with knives over you, but the principal remains the same."

Theowyn's eyes flare with an anger anger that does nearly burst into motion, though Theowyn holds back everything but the step closer to Cende. "You will not!" Theowyn's sudden burst is far too obvious in defense of Elyse.

Cende tilts her head "That's what I said, yes, that I would not. However, the principal remains. We both want you. We both intend to have you. We will both fight for you." She holds up her hands "She will come to no harm at my hands, and if you think otherwise of me, then I shall challenege you to knives for the insult you do to /my/ honor.

Theowyn shakes his head slowly. "I make no suggestions that you will harm her physically," Theowyn counters, not cooling a hint from her words. "But I do not want Elyse suffering from circumstances that are not of her choosing." That pause in just long enough for Theowyn to turn for the door. "Cende, you know me. You know I'm stubborn to the core," his hand comes across the doorknob as he turns to the room. There is a longing in his eyes for her, but his features are not easily read otherwise.

Cende smiles lightly, and purrs softly "Yes, Theo.. I know you."

"Then you know not to push me more then I am willing to bend," Theowyn responds, opening the door before slipping out. No goodbyes, the somewhat traditional Andoran still livid within. Not at the suggestion of physical harm coming to anyone over this matter, but at the suggestion that women would 'dual' in some way for him.