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The Castle
the centre of royal life
The castle sits at the centre of sprawling grounds containing gardens, training arenas, barracks, the royal stables and Lake Lilith, which is fed by the River Twinge. The royal guards which are stationed at various points around the territory will occasionally check fairies’ identities but are usually happy to let visitors wander around, unless the king orders otherwise. Within the castle itself, the west wing is the personal residence of the royal family, the east wing is the home of the court and the servants’ quarters on the lower levels. The castle is practically impregnable and is well-guarded against attack.



Royalty

king
Mordred
queen
Gaiane
Heir
Loholt
royal men
--
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

consorts
--
courtiers
Lady Alethea
Lady Styx
Captain Flynn
Lord Anapa
Lady Electra
Lady Rhyolite



Residents and Employees

military
Grayson, Squire
Flynn, Captain of the Royal Guard
Caldera, Royal & Alliance Guard
Dylan, Trainee Guard
Saffron Trainee Guard
Alector, Trainee Guard
professionals
Amber, Treasurer
Gavin, Artist
Danny, Royal Doctor
Graeling, Naval Navigator
Mohana, Librarian

household
Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
prisoners
Jacopo, Kidnapper

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  • Royal court: The royal court is a place for people to receive an audience with members of the royal family. Petitions can be presented to the king, connections made and events held.
  • Royal stables: The royal stables offers quality horses on lease for a variety of uses.
  • Royal schools: Children can receive private tuition or schooling here.
  • Royal library: The largest collection of written works in all of Shaman.
  • Royal hospital: The only official hospital in Shaman, this is where the sick and wounded are brought to be cared for.
  • Royal gardens: Beautiful and varied gardens which are open to the public. Includes allotments, flower gardens, and open spaces to walk or ride in.
  • Barracks: Royal and Alliance guards and soldiers live in the barracks.
  • Training arena: A well-equipped arena for knights, soldiers and guards to develop their fitness and skills.
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Somehow, the lack of expression on the other woman’s face is a balm on her heart. There is no timid smile, in an attempt to coax one from the freckled woman. There is no pity, no ‘I know how you feel,’ ready to burst forth from her lips. While Miri was aware that she was not the only one to have lost half of her soul, she also believed that no one experienced pain the same way. Everyone’s tolerance was a little bit different, and everyone’s stories were unique to them. Miri could not feel the pain of, say, Rushad’s loss of the Fuu that Rosa had mentioned because she had no idea how they had met, or why he had needed a familiar in the first place.

These thoughts flitted about in her mind like moths around a candle flame. “She is gone,” she replied heavily, placing a closed hand over her heart, not quite aware that Joanna had extended hers. “When I reach for her, there is no one there.” As if to demonstrate, even though Joanna could clearly not see what was occurring, Miri sent a tendril of thought along the mental path that had connected her to the maned wolf. The spark of hope that flickered at the bottom of her heart leapt a little, but Miri wasn’t truly expecting anything to have changed. The curse had simply appeared, tearing from half of Shaman those who were dearest to them; for all they knew, it would remain in place until the instigator had died. Miri was a little fuzzy on the details.

Unlike the tsunamis that had slammed into both sides of Shaman, Jhela’s presence was the barest trickle of a new creek, growing stronger slowly but surely. For a moment Miri could do nothing but focus all of her attention internally, but when it became apparent that her soul was reconnecting with itself, and unbelieving laugh escaped her. A wide smile breaking out over her face, Miri’s green, hazel-flecked eyes turned to Joanna. “She’s back!” she whispered breathlessly before closing the distance between them in one quick step, lifting her arms to grasp Joanna’s face and pull her close for one euphoric kiss.

Releasing her —the gesture had only been intended to express her deep and resounding joy as it filled her from the bottom of her feet to past the crown of her head— Miri reached out to take hold of Joanna’s arm. “She’s back!” she repeated. “I must go to her—” Jhela’s presence surged in her mind, clamoring for her immediate attention as panic spiked. “—but thank you!” She released Joanna and took two steps away, thought better of it, and pivoted to face the other woman again, her face still alight with joy. “Would you like to meet her?” Reassuring waves were sent to the maned wolf, who she was aware was clamoring for her attention somewhere in the castle yard. She had made it to dry land?

When linked by mind, it did not take much effort to locate one or the other involved in the bond. Combined with Jhela’s superior senses, the maned wolf was upon them in less than two minutes following the reconnection of the bond. The long-legged creature came barreling down the hallway, a whine pressing against her throat as Miri whirled to greet her, dropping to her knees. Jhela was speechless, sending wave after wave of overwhelming bliss to her bondmate as she checked the freckled woman for injuries, whuffling as she nosed her fairy all over. Miri did the same, although she used her fingers to check for any wounds. Jhela admitted to some bruising from the flood, but neither had sustained any lasting physical damage.

Their minds wound tightly together, Miri finally stood and faced Joanna. Her smile was less broad, but no less delighted, and now she stepped forward with her sister pressed against her leg. “My name is Miri, and this is Jhela,” she introduced herself and her bondmate. No other words had ever felt so right to say.

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