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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.
and sleep in them, like kings and queens
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“Your grace,” she greeted automatically. If she hadn’t been so tired, she might have jumped. But habits were the scaffolding for everything she did in recent months, and she sank gracefully into a curtsey as she turned. She was a well-trained bird, a clockwork doll. Still, her cheeks turned a little pink with embarrassment for having been caught where she no longer belonged.

The King did not sound angry. The King never seemed to be angry. Her eyes lifted when he spoke, tracking the motion of his graceful hands because it was easier than looking at his face. Ever since the evening of Tristan’s birthday, years ago, Alethea had felt…unsettled, looking at him. Bewildered. She was used to knowing what men wanted from her, was naive enough to think that gave her power. But when he’d kissed her that night, she did not think it was because he wanted her, and the mystery of what he did want was a splinter buried deep in her thoughts. “I will attend to her at once,” she began, but she did not move, because he did not move. There was a beat of silence. “I look forward to meeting the little prince,” she continued.

She made the mistake of meeting his eyes when he looked at her.

It was strange, feeling him assessing her, like he could see through her skin and there was nowhere she could hide. She wondered what he saw there – if he was looking for some threat to Gaiane, or his new son. He would find neither; Thea loved the Queen, in as much as one can love a person they have only begun to know. She was sure she would love the little prince. But she did not love him, could not love a question wrapped in an enigma, could not decide if she felt more perplexed or more afraid of him. And it seemed he did see one other, small treason in her.

“I do,” she admitted quietly, sounding more worn than sad. There was no use denying what was obvious, from her presence here. “It does.” “Empty” was a good word for how it felt…what she felt. She folded her arms around her waist, holding herself as she stared into the middle distance, feeling like a single flickering light in an endless, incomprehensible darkness. Loss and loneliness made her lungs feel heavy. It might have seemed odd, to an outsider. From appearances, this change in regime had resulted in a dramatic improvement to her status in the castle, and the near-constant companionship of the Queen. But Gaiane, sweet as she was, could not fill the hole that had been left by Tristan, and Thoth, and their friends. “Everything has changed, and I don’t…I still don’t know what to make of it,” she murmured, then released her arms. “But that is no excuse for neglecting the Queen. I’m sorry.”


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