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.
we build castles with our fears [mordred]


Alethea stood in the middle of the room, staring at nothing. There was nothing new to see. The drum of rain on the window and the footsteps of servants in the hall were the only sounds, and they were dim and distant, as if she were underwater. In her dreams, she was often underwater – swimming for the surface that night, hearing the muted laughter of boys already half-drunk, her new power like a current in her blood. It was a lifetime ago, but in her dreams it seemed even longer. Aeons. A universe far away, that only existed in the echo of its light.

Everything that had belonged to Tristan was gone. The room was scrubbed of him. The bed he’d slept in had been replaced, the desk, the wardrobe, the rugs on the floor and the curtains on the windows and the tapestries on the walls. The walls themselves had been repainted. Alethea wondered if they’d merely moved all his affects into storage, or if everything with the barest taint of the traitor prince had been destroyed. Burned? She closed her eyes and breathed, with a shaking effort. It must have been her imagination, but she was sure she could still catch his scent, as if a whole life spent sleeping in this room meant the essence of him could not be wholly cleansed from it.

She knew she shouldn’t come here. She couldn’t imagine what her Queen would think…or her King. She couldn’t even place her own thoughts. And anyway, there was nothing left of him here. The only thing left was a ghost hounding the edges of her mind.

It had been raining the night everything had happened, she remembered as she stared at the storm beyond the window with unfocused eyes. She had been terrified, locked in her room with a guard outside the door, Leto standing bravely before it, heckles raised. Alethea was reminded of the night on the beach, when she’d lost Gibbs and could do nothing. Tristan had been there to help her, then. But that night, the night absolutely everything changed, she’d lost Tristan too. And could do nothing.

Powerlessness was a familiar feeling, like a well-worn coat. But she was beginning to feel like it no longer fit, and it certainly didn’t look good on her. Light sparked around her fingertips, little unconscious motes of pink and gold that drew her eye from the melancholy weather. Powerful felt better. Capable felt better. Somewhere in her, there was a wolf just like Leto, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, howling at the moon. Alethea did not know how to uncage that part of her. Like the magic she had longed for, it seemed forever out of her reach…but then, one day it wasn’t. One day she’d reached for it, and it had answered her.

She flexed her fingers minutely; the light flared, went out.


ooc: sorry this is very little activity and very much internal reflection!

I'm figuring it's evening, and she stopped here on her way to her own room, probably coming from Gaiane. If that doesn't suit your purposes, feel free to make it any other time of day/situation :)


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