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.
come in and close the door; morgana.

Warning: Post contains very strong language, sex references, references to substance abuse and references to underage pregnancy/marriage.


You’re a fuckin’ moron, Sapphy had told her sister when the latter had gotten pregnant at fifteen. If you’d just waited a year, you coulda got house off the government.

Shut up, Sapphy! Carla had shouted back with her usual class. Just because you’re a virgin. Fuckin’ like to see you do better.

Three years later, Sapphy leant against the gates to the castle grounds, rolling a cigarette she wasn’t allowed between her fingers and contemplating the floor. Fifteen and pregnant, just like her stupid sister.

Sapphire Jones had always expected to end up pregnant young, but not like this. Not fifteen years old, living on another planet and married to the one night stand who had knocked her up. Sixteen or seventeen, she’d always felt, was about the right time to have a baby. It didn’t really matter much who the father was, although someone who’d support her was obviously preferable. Sapphy had grown up in a fatherless house, had watched her sister’s baby daddy drop her like a hot potato early into the pregnancy, and had adamantly determined that she didn’t need no man. She’d ditch school at the earliest opportunity, have a kid, get a council house off the government and live off the benefits. It was what her mother had done, and her grandmother, and everyone else she knew in her tiny bubble of a world. Sapphy knew how to work the welfare system as well as she knew that no one in her family had ever graduated secondary school with any qualifications nor ever got a legal job. Why should she be any different?

Exhaling air and wishing it was smoke, Saph slipped the unused cigarette back into the pocket of her jeans and started across the lawn, wedging her hands into her pockets. Fortunately she hadn’t started to show yet, so she was still able to don her usual wardrobe. The jeans were ripped artistically, exposing more knee than they covered, and a slim black crop top exposed her pierced naval. Her black leather jacket smelt faintly of weed.

A guard pointed her in the right direction: the training grounds. Archery practice, Sapphy supposed. Sure enough, when she reached it she found her social worker, Morgana, firing tiny arrows at tiny bullseyes buried what seemed like miles away. Sapphy leant against the fence which cordoned the training grounds off from the lawn, resting her lower arms across the wooden slats and leaning over. She lifted one booted foot onto the top rung, watching the princess fire off another arrow at her target. The boots had actually been bought for her by Morgana, and visibly represented the highest quality item on her person.

“Nice shootin’.” She called across. While Morgana finished up, Sapphy clenched and unclenched her fist, missing the feel of the cigarette in it. After a moment, her social worker came over to the fence. “What’s up, man?” She held her hand out in what appeared to be a gesture for a handshake, but Morgana should know from experience to slap rather than shake it. “Listen mate, I know I ain’t seen you in ages or nothin’ but I need a favour and you gotta be cool about it.”

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