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're the wild ones


Everywhere she went, people fell silent.

Alethea knew their reasons had changed. Before, they had smiled – the boys had blushed, and the girls had offered her warm greetings, their conversations arrested by her appearance. But they no longer smiled, and they no longer blushed, and when they averted their eyes it was with a hint of fear, suspicion. Even one of the guards she used to flirt with would no longer make eye contact, unless she made a point of it. And she had stopped making a point of it when she’d realized how uncomfortable everyone had become.

It was not because she was any less beautiful, although she probably did appear a bit more forbidding without twigs in her hair or smudges of charcoal on her riding breeches. Standing at the Queen’s elbow all day, she found herself more often in embroidered silks and lustrous velvet, lace peeking out from collar and sleeve. Today she wore a lightweight, navy blue coat with silver buttons over a dress of blue and gray – Mordred’s livery. The color brought out her eyes, but everyone seemed to notice the puppy she clutched to her chest, first.

Mortimer was silent, his long black snout and silken ears framing large, watchful eyes. He was adorable, like all puppies were, but everyone seemed wary of him. Or perhaps they were only wary of her. She sighed, kissing his soft puppy forehead, and strode purposefully for the kennels, Leto at her side.

“We’ll get you talking, yet,” she assured the Prince’s familiar, who merely blinked up at her. “Maybe you just need some time with other pups.” Alethea herself was grateful for the opportunity to leave the castle walls, and maybe practice her magic. It had been months since she’d tried speaking dog.

“A strange language,” Leto commented. Thea smiled.

“Oh, don’t be a snob.”

The kennels were loud and pungent of dog, and the chorus of their barking was nothing but noise as her magic strained to make sense of the cacophony. Alethea winced a little, closed her eyes, breathed. Strange as it was, their acrid stink was a relief after months of perfumed parlors. A few words began to emerge as she paced, gently rocking Mortimer like a baby – “Cypress, Cypress!” from the puppies in the yard. Alethea moved toward them, curious and baffled. She paused when a girl greeted her.

“Hello,” she said, looking and sounding a bit surprised. “I was just bringing this one out for a bit of fresh air, and to get some socialization. Are you the puppy-master?” Her smile was tentative, as if she wasn’t sure the girl would appreciate any attempt at conversation. But it turned concerned as her eyes tracked the kennel-girl’s hands, and spotted the bruises she was covering. “Oh! Are you hurt?”

Leto, meanwhile, squinted at the distant shadows.



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