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.


royal men
royal women
Morgana, sister of the King

Lady Alethea
Lady Styx
Captain Flynn
Lord Anapa
Lady Electra
Lady Rhyolite

Residents and Employees

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

Madeline, Housekeeper
Margaret, Kitchen Maid
Alistair, Stable Boy
Luke, Kennel Boy
Cypress, Kennel Boy
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.
make breakfast for myself,

sun's up, a little after twelve
make breakfast for myself, leave the work for someone else

Ángela had inherited a healthy love of attention from her father. She waved back at her nephew – or, at least, gave a toddler’s approximation of a wave. Having not yet learnt that a wave consisted of a shaking hand, she opened and closed her fist instead, flapping her fingers.

At Mordred and Nimueh, she simply smiled. If Ángela’s parentage hadn’t been obvious before, it could hardly be mistaken now. With the small exception of her dimpling cheeks, and her mother’s lips, her smile was the mirror image of her father’s. The corners curled in exactly the same way and it had the same contagious effect. This was the smile Mallos often broke out in arguments; the one which others couldn’t help smiling along with. Ángie, only three, wore it with the same confidence.

Throughout, she maintained her one-armed hug of Arthur and kept her cheek pressed against his chest. That is, until Avalon poked his nose over the side of the chair.

“Bunny!” Ángie said, pointing at him and glancing up at Arthur, expecting praise for her positive identification.

Conscious that she had the eyes of the room, she released the king and shuffled forward, placing her tiny hands over the top of Avalon’s paws. Beneath the soft fur, she could feel the strong bones and tendons. She leant over and planted a little kiss on his twitching nose before shuffling back to lean against Arthur again.

If Ángela couldn’t have her parents, this was the next best thing, surely. She had the attention and affection of the room – with the exception of one. Her dark, intelligent eyes followed Morgana’s movements, understanding far too much for someone with far too few years. Morgana, she knew, was her sister, Ángie wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but her father seemed to think it was important. Morgana was also the only person present who didn’t seem at all interested in her.

Ángela shuffled to the edge of Arthur’s lap and slid down his legs to the floor. She waved at Nimueh, Mordred and Tristan as she passed them, heading towards the window where her sister stood, facing away from the rest of the group. Ángie paused a few steps away, watching Kraar with her head titled slightly to one side, before closing the gap between them. She reached up and took hold of her sister’s hand, her tiny fists barely able to close around a couple of fingers.

“Morgana,” she insisted. “Abrazo?” Hug?

She held the other hand upward in the same, expectant gesture she’d made towards Arthur.

progeny of the warbird and the sun-god

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