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PostSubject: The Start of Something New   Sun May 22, 2011 10:47 pm

The almost ghostly brightness of the full moon threw a pale glow across both Dorian and Wisteria, as they made their way through the thickly forested grounds of Grace Park. Most vistors to the park tended to keep close to the entrance, engaged in the menial human activitites of picnicing and frisbee throwing. Therefore, the farther back one went the more wild and neglected the trees and bushes became. This wasn't much of a problem for Dorian, considering his excellent eye sight and super natural strength. Despite his short record of trips to the Human world, the Faery knew just the right paths to take.The thing that bothered him at the moment was something much more important, and possibly dangerous, than the pathetic trees and shrubs that stood in his way.
Back at the club, after suitable clothes had been found to cover the evidence of his Prinecesses ordeal, Dorian had promissed her on his honor as a knight of the Royal Court that no word of the nights events would pass his lips, unless they were spoken to her. This proclamation in its self had been a suprising one. Normally, the cold, rule follower that he was, Dorian would have immediately reported the demon attack, secure in the thought that the punishment dealt upon the Princess would be a lesson to her. But, having seen the look in her eyes and having heard the pleading in her voice, he had given in. After all , she had had a tough night. She must have surely learned a lesson just with the sheer fear she had experienced as an instigator. Still, that shouldn't have stopped him from berating her with "I told you so's" all night long, taking out all his anger on her for making him exert the extra strength on saving her. But once again, he found himself lacking in the places he was known for excelling in: his anger, wrath, and discipline.
As he walked arm and arm with her through the thigh high grasses, all he could think about was his fear, his anxiety for her well being. Even after asking her a half dozen times if she was whole and well, Dorian remained ever vigilant to his charge, more vigilant than he'd ever been before. Was it excess remenants of excitement from the demon killing that had his eyes trained on her pale, perfect face, searching for any signs of pain, exhaustion, or mental instability? That had to be it.
Looking up from the tearing of a leaf he had plucked absentmindedly from a silver fir tree, Dorian found that they had finally come to the bank of the pond. To any human, brave enough to venture past the manicured lawns and safety of numbers, all that they would see would be a vast pond, almost glass like with it's glossy surface. To Faeries it was the beginning of their world, the beginning of an age old place that held secrets beyond number. To Dorian, it was a sanctuary from these strange thoughts that captivated his mind. Or at least he hoped so.
The look he gave Wisteria, was measured and cool, as he didn't want to reveal to her how much the night had upset his mental equilibriam. Offering her his hand, as was customary, the Faery Knight led Wisteria into the waters. Most people would have thought them crazy, being in full dress and walking into 12 feet of water as calmly as one would walk into their house. However, the water in this pool had Faery Magic in it, which kept the Faeries from getting wet, and transported them straight to the center of the Faerie Court.
The first thing that hit Dorian, upon entering the Court, was the almost comical contrast of the ghostly, almost dull, paleness of the human moon, compared to the vibrant perfection of the moon in the Faery world. He'd always thought that the comparison between the two had been almost a perfect replica of the comparison between a human and a Faery. Still did.
The second thing he noticed was the fact that he and Wisteria were not alone. An abnormally large amount of his fellow Knights stood just off to the side of where the two were standing. Unlike himself, they were dressed in the uniform of their station, the brown leathers and hunter green cloths of their vestments causing them to almost melt into the forested atmosphere. Still, their presence was ominous to say the least. Even knowing that they couldn't have any idea of what had happened that night, and were probably only present due to the later hour he was returning the Princess, he still felt on his guard.
All at once, Dorian noticed a movement at his side. Wisteria had started making her way over to the other Knights, most likely wanting to get back to her chambers to rest after the trying experience she'd just had. Later he would question his next action, would rack his brain for an explanation, but none of this mattered in that very second. Throwing out his arm, Dorian caught her small, slender one in a sure grip, stopping her in her tracks.
" May I ask if you will be in attendance at the Knighting Ceremony tomorrow morning?"
( power played just a tiny bit lol. You can move on to the ceremony in your next post if you feel like it after she answers his question)
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Fri May 27, 2011 11:10 pm

Wisteria focused on nothing else but the strong, capable hands that were keeping her up and walking. She wouldn't dare admit this to anyone, especially Dorian, but without him here she probably wouldn't have made it home. Wisty could easily see her just sitting down in the forest and staying there, not wanting to return home but at the same time needing to.
All too soon they were at the court, knights lined up by the entrance to the living area, the palace, of the royal family. Plastering a calm smile, Wisteria started to make her way to the door, weaving through the knights with nothing more than distant greeting given. Someone grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
Wisty expected it to be one of the uniformed knights, asking her how her knight had been, if she'd had fun, who was going to be her next escort. It was always the same questions with them. As much as Wisteria respected amd appreaciated the knights, right now she had absolutely no desire to talk to any of them.
Much to her surprise it was Dorian, his penetrating blue eyes giving away nothing of what was going on his head. Before Wisty had gotten the impression the he could care less about her, but although they had been mostly quiet on the walk home, he seemed to be worried a little bit more about her being. It must have been because of his duty, because she couldn't imagine it being anything else.
" May I ask if you will be in attendance at the Knighting Ceremony tomorrow morning?" His question shocked her even more. During the night she had forgotten about the ceremony, but now it was clear in her mind. Wisteria sighed quietly to herself. As much as she wanted to curl up in her bed for the next few days and work through her bruised pride, she wouldn't be allowed to. The Princess would be expected to be up bright and early to get her hair and makeup done. Then, of course, there was the actual ceremony, where Wisty would have to sit in front of all the scrutinizing eyes of the kingdom. Maybe, hopefully at the party afterwards she would be able to sneak off and get away from everyone else.
"Of course. It's recquired that I go." Wisteria would usually have enjoyed going, but she just couldn't bring herself to feel the same excitement as before. She sighed again.
"Goodnight, Dorian." Wisteria said quietly, impulsively giving him a quick hug. She didn't give herself time to think of what she had done, swiftly walking off before the knight could say anything else.
Walking up the steps, a servant opened the door for her, eyeing her disapprovingly. It was well known that Wisteria did not enjoy her babysitters, so her showing any liking towards one was strange, and the maid knew it.
Wisteria took the steps two at a time, hurrying to get into her room. She opened her door to find one of her younger sisters in the room, perusing her bookcase. The girl's blonde hair fanned out as she whipped her head around at the sound of someone entering. "Sis, I just wanted a book..."
Wisteria didn't really care why she was there, she just wanted her out. "I don't care. Take whichever one you want." She fought to keep her voice steady. The girl chose one off the top shelf, and started to flip through it.
"Out!" Wisty lost her patience, and she guiltlessly watched her sister scamper out of the room, book in her hand. It was one of the stories she would like anyways.
Sitting down at her vanity, Wisteria began the routine process of brushing her hair out, trying to erase some of the night's horror. When she was finished, she began to rub the makeup off her eyes, at first leaving black smears across her cheeks but soon her face was free of any leftover traces.
Crawling into bed, Wisty stunned to feel tears falling onto her pillow, leaving damp spots. Soon she was muffling sobs into her pillow, curling her legs closer to her chest. She was going to allow herself this one night to be upset, to cry at the unfortunate trick she had been a victim of.
The only good thing that had come of the night was Dorian. Wisteria stranglely foung that she wanted him here with her, holding her in his strong arms while she weeped. As unlikely as that was, Wisty felt a little comfort with the idea and fell asleep while her tears slowed.

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The banging on her door rudely woke Wisteria up. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and tried to curl back up under the sheets. If there was any day she wanted to stay in bed, this was it. Wisteria positively did not feel like getting in front of her people and putting on her angel smile.
"Princess Wisteria, the Queen has requested that you start getting ready, ma'am." One of the servants peeked in through her door. Wisty was tempted to throw a pillow at her, but she was only the messenger.
Reluctantly leaving her safe haven of fluffly pillows and soft blankets, Wisteria stumbled into the shower and turned the water as hot as it would go. She stayed in there as long as possible, until the same maid knocked again and told her she was here to do her hair.
Taking her seat in front of the mirror, Wisty stayed quiet as the maid tried to start a conversation. After a few minutes she got the hint and left the Princess in her desired peace. Swiftly drying and curling Wisteria's hair, the servant then began her makeup. Finally, she slipped her into a dark grey gown, one that her mother had picked out.
Wisteria didn't actually see any of her other family until she took her seat at the ceremony. The royal family sat at the front, facing the crowd. Wisteria's mother was in the center, with Wisteria's father on one side of her and Wisteria on the other. The younger siblings branched out from them on both sides.
First up was the Head Knight, who spoke of the knights' purpose and honor and other things that were important, but boring. Wisteria held an attentive face while she scanned the crowd. She saw Dorian easily, his blonde hair and blue eyes visible from here. Wisty quickly looked away.
The Queen's speech was next. Wisteria's mother spoke of her need for knights and her excitement that there would now be another to join the ranks.
The two then went to the knight and gave him the traditional vows. He answered as all the other's did, and then was given the chance to speak for a few minutes. Of course he spoke of how much an honor this was, soon Wisty quit listening, but luckily his piece was short.
The ceremony concluded quickly after that, and all the guests filed out to the ballroom nearby, ready to begin the next portion of the celebration.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Tue Jun 07, 2011 11:31 pm

Waiting, almost impatiently, for Wisteria's reply, Dorian was just starting to feel the slow but steady shivers of nervousness that an uncertain action is sure to bring on. It had been quite a while since he'd done anything impulsive, something not calculated or planned out to a cool perfection. He was a man known for his confident statements and witty comebacks, but there he stood, practically squirming in anticipation, stemming some of the nervous energy into deciphering the way her facial reaction. Surprise at first, as she registered who exactly was calling on her, shock, and then a soft sigh.
"Of course. It's required that I go."
Dorian had very little time to wonder at the origins of her sigh, before he was assailed by a sudden rush of air as Wisteria brought her small arms around him in a quick hug. Having her this close, her almost flowery scent floating around him, threw the knight's mental balance completely out of its balance. The fact that the person hugging him was Wisteria, a girl he had been pondering for almost an hour, was of course playing a prominent role in this unsettlement, but there was still another underlying player. He'd never been hugged before. Not once.
"Goodnight, Dorian." Her voice came out soft as a feather, closer than anyone had ever been before. One last glimpse at the face that he had witnessed go through an array of emotions in only one nights time, and she was gone. Swift as a ghost.
Long after he should have left, Dorian still stood at the foot of the castle's entrance, frozen.
A low, short cough was the thing that broke him out of his trance, in the end. Shaking away the moment like a pesky fog, he turned around to find one lone knight who had stayed after all the others had gone. A smug smile plane on his sharply pointed face, the knight was one of the few that Dorian bothered to remember. It was certainly not because he found James de Winter likeable in any way. It was because he was clever, a known brownnoser, and equal in ranking to himself. These three things meant trouble to a person like Dorain.
“de Winter," Dorian acknowledged, knowing that common courtesy called for it. But his politeness stopped there. Walking swiftly away, in the direction of the Knights barracks, he hoped his indifferent, yet cold, attitude would be enough to warn off any attempt at conversation from James. In his preriferary vision, the knight could see a dark shadow following close behind; meaning almost surely that his hopes had been for nothing.
“Seems like the little spider has caught yet another Knight in her web, eh, Dorian?" The question was presented as more of a statement, just unconfrontational enough to appear as a simple joke, but snide enough to catch his listener's attention. Truthfully, Dorian's attention, or rather his rage, at been ignited when James had first referred to Wisteria as a spider. How dare he call her such a name! A red haze came upon him, threatening to explode his tightly clutched control. Seeing Dorian's obvious anger at his words, James tried a different tactic.
“Believe me, my friend, you're not the first. I confess I at one time found myself under her hypnotic spell. But, let me aide you by saying your feelings mean little to her. We are toys in her eyes. If it were up to me, I'd give her a taste of her own medicine." The two had finally reached the door to their barracks, and, for Dorian, it hadn't been soon enough. Hand clenched in tight fist on the railing, he found himself conflicted.
With his rage now a full blown storm that roared to be let out on the insect that had aroused it in the first place, he knew a small slip of his control would leave James in critical shape, if not outright dead. On the other hand, hundreds of his sleeping brethren lay on just the other side of the thin wooden door he stood in front of. The commotion of a fight would surely bring them out, leaving Dorian in a most unfortunate position. So, a physical display of his anger was out of the question. However, having listened to the pent up resentment and obvious malice in James' words, he couldn't just let the Knight go. Suddenly, he came upon an idea. Dorian would listen to this Faeries plan for revenge, and, then, go to Wisteria with his information. James would be excommunicated from the ranks of the Faerie Knights, and the Princess would be safe.
“Is that so?" Dorian's question would surely intrigue James, who seemed to be almost eager to rant about his 'master' plan.
“She dangles herself in front of us by wearing those damn clothes, and by acting ways she should not. If it were up to me, I'd take her into a dark part in the forest, where no one would hear her screams, and show her just what happens to a Princess when they tease the wrong Faerie," James ranted, his breath quickening as he went on. Dorian could see it all playing out in the other's eyes; see the way he would take her. And it made him sick. The storm inside him growled even louder, threatening to throw the entire operation. But, at the last minute, Dorian was able to compose himself enough to act out a pleased reply, before escaping into the confines of his sleeping quarter. His fists still clenched, he felt a strong need, and urge to feel blood on his hand's. James' blood.

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The day dawned clear and cold, the morning mist just dissipating as Dorian emerged from his barrack. The day, or rather, the ceremony called for him to be dressed in the full uniform of a Knight of the Royal Court, but that didn't mean he had to like it. he rather detested the stiff jacket and heavy red sash that showed he ranked higher than just the normal soldier. If he was being truthful, Dorian also despised the ceremony of introducing a new Knight to the ranks. Any normal day, he would have much rather been sparring in center ring in the woods, or running his laps along the lakes edge. However, today he was on a mission.
Making his way with the rest of his kind to the Hall of Ceremonies, Dorian felt the rage and need to protect that had been provoked by James' speech of last night. Each time he was forced to push back the storm that hungered for violence. It would not do; not when he had a plan that would both humiliate and eliminate the piece of slime that called himself a protector of the Throne.
The ceremony that followed was both usual and unusual. The usual protocol was used; the Head Knight said a few words, then the Queen's speech, followed by a small one from the inductee. The unusual part was that his attention, normally trained on the Head Knight like the good little soldier he played, was instead focused on Wisteria. His eyes floated over her face, noticing the slightly red lining around her eyes, that fore told a night of tears. This discovery in itself was almost enough to see him rush to her side. But his more rational side caught him, putting him back in a better state of mind, racking his brain once more for a solution to his madness. She only looked at him once, a small flick of her striking eyes that left him wondering once more.
It seemed like forever, but the ceremony finally came to an end. The rush of Faeries flooding in the direction of the Banquet Hall inhibited Dorian's path to Wisteria. His heart racing once more, this time with anxiety for her safety, the Knight cut a line through the mass, finally making his way to the front. Only taking a moment to register the pale gray sleeve amongst all the others, Dorian grabbed her from the crowd, trying to be gentle, and at the same time as unseen as possible. Spotting a small alcove that would take them from view, he led to Princess into its shadowed depths.
“I apologize, Princess, for this strange behavior, but I fear you might be in danger. I caught a Knight by the name of James de Winter plotting to cause harm to you. I urge you to bring this information to your mother's attention, before he has time to even think once more on his plans."
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Mon Jun 13, 2011 6:51 pm

Wisteria calmly chatted with one of her father's old friends, a man who although high in ranks was merely there by connections and association. He had no real talent, and he knew that she recognized this, despite being young. You could feel the awkwardness between them as they walked towards the Banquet Hall, but Wisty kept up a polite tone and didn't let it bother her because as future queen, she looked forward to situations more uncomfortable than this.
The man seemed almost relieved to be released from his conversation with the clever princess, and Wisteria would have laughed if not for the person who had taken her away. She might have been pleased, even blushed a little at having Dorian pull her away, except the serious look on his face and tight grip on her wrist implied that this was more than just sneaking off into a corner for some time alone, not that she would have expected him to ever be so forward anyways.
“I apologize, Princess, for this strange behavior, but I fear you might be in danger. I caught a Knight by the name of James de Winter plotting to cause harm to you. I urge you to bring this information to your mother's attention, before he has time to even think once more on his plans."
Wisteria ignored the small pang of fear that traveled through her body, and immediately scanned the crowd for James. Here in their little alcove someone could see other people, but it was harder for them to see you. She quickly found him, a brunette knight with an athletic build, alone and, if she looked closely, possibly coolly angry.
Wisteria did not doubt Dorian for a second, even if it surprised her that James would want to hurt her. He had been her escort before Dorian, about a week ago. They had a nice night out in the mortal world, and when he mistook her friendliness as a romantic interest, she'd politely turned him down. She must have hurt his pride worse than she originally thought. Granted, he had tried to kiss her and she'd pushed him away, but he was arrogant anyways.
"Come on," Wisteria said, her tone of voice surely not giving away any of the panic she felt from this new threat. Pushing Dorian forward slightly, she followed behind, one hand on his shoulder, guiding him towards her mother.
They approached the Queen, her platinum blonde hair something that she managed to pull off amazingly. A few inches taller than Wisteria, the Queen was commanding and intimidating, and she rarely showed affection to even her family.
Wisty than stepped around Dorian and forward, curtsying respectfully. "Mother, we have reason to believe that the knight James de Winter has plans to cause me harm,"
The Queen looked only mildly concerned. "De Winter? That nice knight who took you out last week? I doubt it. You must be mistaken." Wisteria suddenly cursed her decision to keep quiet about James' unwanted affection. She thought she was doing him a favor, and therefore they were even after she rejected him. Apparently, he thought otherwise.
"No, we're not mistaken. Dorian caught him. Mom, I might be in danger." Wisteria's voice sounded a little desperate at the end, trying to make her mother understand that there was a chance that her daughter could get hurt. The Queen showed a little shock at Wisty's use of the word "mom", because she hadn't called her anything but mother for several years, but besides that she seemed not to care.
"Ah... Well, dear, I'm not sure if Dorian, considering his past, is the most reliable source." The Queen had lowered her voice, but she knew very well that the Knight could still hear her. Wisteria's fists clenched at her sides, so Dorian must have been consumed with rage after that comment.
"He's perfectly reliable! You don't even know him!" Wisteria shouted at her mother, attracting a few stares from surrounding guests. Frustrated and a little upset that her mother didn't care more about Wisty's safety, the Princess stomped off, dragging Dorian with her.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:57 pm


Dorian followed Wisteria's gaze, once again finding the Knight at the other end of the hall, leaning almost lazily upon a stone column. It was hard to tell at such a distance, but, as he watched the Princesses face shadow into fear, he knew that she had recognized the darkness underneath James' cool expression. He had hidden it just carefully enough to evade immediate detection, but it was still present enough to send a shiver of controlled rage through Dorian.
"Come on."
Before he had even completely registered her voice, Wisteria had already taken a hold of his shoulder, and was guiding him on a sure and steady path straight to where the Queen stood.
Like the rest of his fellow Knights, Dorian felt an extreme respect for his Queen, and would have gladly stepped in front of a speeding arrow for her. The oath a Knight swore when he was inducted was not something that was taken lightly; for the rest of his life, a Knight loyally lived by that oath to protect the Queen from anything and everything. At the same time, Dorian found that, when in her presence, he became quite reserved, almost uneasy. Maybe it was different for him, having been watched with a calculating eye from an early age, but, as the Queen stood, recognizing her daughter, the Knight felt a strong urge to humble himself in front of Her Royal Highness. As he sank into a low bow, he noticed that Wisteria was as equally respectful, but decidedly more energetic.
"Mother, we have reason to believe that the knight James de Winter has plans to cause me harm."
Lifting his eyes ever so slightly, Dorian waited to see a look of extreme concern from the Queen, after hearing such shocking news. However, she barely exhibited any emotion at all.
"De Winter? That nice knight who took you out last week? I doubt it. You must be mistaken," the Queen said, a mild touch of concern spotting her voice.
For the first time in his life, Dorian felt almost near frustration with his Queen. How could she not see the fear, carefully guarded though it was, in her daughter's eyes? How could she not feel the need to protect Wisteria? How could he acknowledge and feel all these things, while his mistress, the mother to Wisteria, could not even feel the need to check up on the situation.
In vane did Wisteria try to convince her mother, but Dorian could see that the Queen could not see what was so very plain to both of them. He silently wondered to himself why his involvement would have mattered to her. Not many trusted the boy who was half Shadowhunter. Dorian had just assumed that the Queen would have seen past the gossips and prejudiced Faeries. He'd obviously been wrong.
With a last shouted remark, Wisteria took up his hand once again, and marched off. Her grip was firm, but nothing compared to his own strength; he let himself be dragged only because he was too distracted by the soft, warm hand holding on to his own.
They had just exited out onto the terrace, when Dorian finally realized what a scene they were probably making. Taking his hand gently out of hers, he easily switched from being led to the one leading, as he guided her over to a quiet spot that looked out over a vast forest. As the light of the early morning passed over Wisteria's face, Dorian saw how shaken up she had been by the confrontation. Not caring if anyone was watching or not, he slowly took up her hand again.
“Please don't be upset, Princess. We might not have the help of the rest of the Court, but I promise James de Winter will not come within an inch of you. Not at least with his head still attached to his body." Dorian afforded her a small smile, wondering if his attempt at humor had failed entirely. The past few days had revealed to him just how much of a social outcast he had really been.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:50 pm

“Please don't be upset, Princess. We might not have the help of the rest of the Court, but I promise James de Winter will not come within an inch of you. Not at least with his head still attached to his body."
His hand still holding hers, fingers intertwined, Wisteria couldn't help but smiling back at him. Dorian could be pretty reserved, and knowing that he'd given her a smile made Wisty consider herself lucky.
"Thank you, Dorian." It was funny how, although her mother could have given her an infinite amount of protection, she felt perfectly safe here alone with this knight. "And please, quit calling me Princess. From now on, it's Wisteria."
The fear was still there, and the Princess cast another glance towards James, who she could just barely make out from their secluded spot outside. He seemed to be looking around, like he'd lost something. Was he trying to find her? Wisteria couldn't tell, but her panic increased a little. Tightening her hand around Dorian's, Wisty realized that she had a bad feeling about what could happen with James.
Shifting her weight slightly, Wisteria sighed, glad that James couldn't see where they were yet. "You know, he was my escort last week. He tried to kiss me.." She frowned, scoffing. "He probably thought he'd get to screw the Princess."
But you're different from him, from all of them. You're better than the other escorts. She wanted to say, the thoughts forming in her mind. Wisteria kept her mouth shut however, still stealing looks at James as she turned back to Dorian.

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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:05 pm

Everything recently seemed to pass by so fast for James. Ever since the dreaded night with Wisteria. Her rejection had been to much. To much pain. To much greif. To much humiliation. He had vowed revenge, and he would get it. After his meeting with the man who called himself Slade, James felt even more empowered than before. His first act was sending the demon after Wisteria. It had been thwarted, however it gave him perfect ammunition now.
He had seen the princess be escorted to a secluded spot outside by the big oaf Dorian. How he despised that half faery with a burning passion. The fact that he was making himself very comfortable with the princess would make it easier to dispatch of him as well. Feining confusion so the two didn't think he was on to them seemed to be working perfectly. Looking around in all directions like a fool who'd left his sword in the armory. Just then a plan sprang into James's mind. He'd seen the Queen heading in the direction of Wisteria and Dorian. She already likes me. Let's see what she thinks when I get attacked by that large idiot. An evil glee spread over James's face for a fraction of a second. Figuring he had a few moments time, he decided to start his plan now.
James strolled over towards Dorian and the princess, acting oblivious until he knew no one else was watching at the current moment. When he was in earshot of the two of them he spoke, very quietly, the sound of a menacing whisper. "Lucky you are princess to have survived a demon attack." The gasp from Wisteria let James know his words had been heard. As he made himself visible to the two of them he saw Dorian immediatelly place himself inbetween James and Wisteria. "Don't take another step." James smirked at the threat from Dorian. Catching the Queen in the corner of his eye coming in their direction he decided to act. "Can't believe you'd defend such a whore." Right on que, Dorian hit James as the Queen passed. James playing on the moment falling backwards to the ground looking up in fake shock at Dorian. "What is your problem? You claim to be a knight, yet you attack me for no reason at all?!" This is going to be good.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:05 pm

"You know, he was my escort last week. He tried to kiss me.." A frown briefly flawed her expression, barely masking her fear at the very thought of what James could have done. "He probably thought he'd get to screw the Princess."
Even though he'd already heard about James' move made on Wisteria straight from the Faery himself, Dorian felt his rage once more flame up, the image of Wisteria squirming away from James, his grimy, unworthy hands roaming over her like a robber in a mansion full of priceless treasures. The Faery deserved far worse than anything Dorian could think of at the moment, but, if he had to fight to the very last breath, he'd make sure James was stopped, assuring the permanent safety of Wisteria.
At that exact moment, James' form drifted into Dorian's peripheral vision, like a dark cloud prophesying a great storm. Just who I wanted to see, he thought, tensing up for a fight he'd wanted to engage in since the moment he'd first met the spineless excuse for a Faery. But his logic brought him back to reason, pulling him back from completely letting his anger take over. On all sides of their secluded corner, Faeries stood chatting, happily ignorant to the full on death match that had almost erupted. No, he wouldn't succumb to his dark wishes. He'd only be confirming what all the others had whispered about behind his back, that he was uncontrolled, unfit to be in the station of so many honorable Faeries.
"Lucky you are princess to have survived a demon attack." James confidently sauntered up, each step stinking of his evil intentions. Wisteria's gasp at his words was enough to send Dorian's whole body stiffening once again, quickly putting himself in between the two.
“Don't take another step." The order was given with strength, but seemed to fall flat in Dorian's ears. Who was this rat to be ordering him around? His hands shook, images of how many ways he could eliminate the Faery standing in front of him. "Can't believe you'd defend such a whore." James' maniacal grin was the last thing Dorian really saw before everything turned red.
Drawing back his arm, Dorian threw off all previous thoughts of keeping his cool and punched with all his strength straight at James' head. The force knocked the Faery clear off his feet sending him crashing into a table across the hall. "What is your problem? You claim to be a knight, yet you attack me for no reason at all?!," James gasped, picking himself up out of the wreckage. Not even allowing him to straighten all the way up, Dorian was by his side in seconds, sending him sprawling on his back with another punch, releasing a well aimed kick to his side, again and again.
From somewhere faraway, Dorian heard his name, uttered in a small, soft voice to the right of where he was currently beating James into a meaty pulp. Looking up, he turned to Wisteria, guessing it had been her voice that had drawn him out of the fiery pit he'd fallen into. But her mouth was a frightened line, tightly closed off. Her eyes, though, did answer his question. Following their gaze, Dorian felt a loss of breath, like the aftermath of a most painful punch. It wasn't the fact that Queen had seen all that he'd just done, it was more her expression. Disappointment. Disgust. And, worst of all, pity.
"Your Majesty, I can explain." Dorian's words came out shakily, as he kneeled before his mistress. Staring up into her ice cold eyes, he knew there was no combination of words that he could utter that would ever convince her of the truth.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Wed Feb 29, 2012 6:45 pm

"Can't believe you'd defend such a whore." Wisteria's temper flared at the insult, her eyes narrowing towards James. Before she had been a little worried, and defnitely surprised that James not only knew about the demon attack, but had the audacity to mention it, but now all she could feel was anger. The snarky grin on his face made her stomach burn with rage, and she was beginning to stand up when she realized that Dorian was already way ahead of her.
A loud crack was heard when Dorian's fist connected with James' face, and Wisteria allowed herself a small smile of triumph. Even if this would probably only tick him off more in the long run, it was nice to see the Knight thrown against a table. Besides, Dorian was defending her, and that itself made Wisty a little bit happier, and she refused to look further into the situation other than that.
Her smile fell instantly when she heard the clicking of her mother's heels. Paired with James' perfectly timed words, the Queen's arrival ruined whatever small satisfaction James' beating was giving her. In some part of her mind, the Princess put two and two together, and came to the conclusion that whatever had just happened was all due to James' planning. The look on his face proved that, because when Dorian finally let him go, his face was smug, not defeated.
"Your Majesty, I can explain." Wisteria dare not look at Dorian, who's unsteady voice made her uneasy as well. Wisty was scared now, but she had no reason to be. She wasn't going to get in trouble. Still, the look on her mother's face showed that there would be no forgiveness here, and the Princess was terrified for her Knight.
"Dorian, I never would have expected this from you. Sure, you had a," she paused, "Questionable past, but I extended you my full trust. No explanation is needed. You attacked James without reason, and nothing you have to say will atone for this. Punishment is neccesary. I believe you need to spend time in a prison cell. You do, of course, realize you will be stripped of your title, as deserves anyone who lets themselves become so overrun with their emotions to harm a fellow Knight. You can't be trusted anymore."
With a snap of her fingers, the Knights that had been accompanying her came forward, moving towards Dorian. Wisteria, who had been looking at the floor in horror, listening to her mother's unbearable statement, darted forward between the two.
"Stop! Mother, listen to me. He did nothing wrong, I swear to it. I can't lie. Please, just listen to me." Wisteria didn't care that she was desperately pleading. She couldn't stand by and let this happen.
James, however, could. He was watching with amused eyes, as the Queen looked down at her own daughter in annoyance.
"Wisteria, do not get involved. What's done is done, and as the future Queen you need to realize that sometimes you have to hurt people you care about," she turned to James, who's smirk turned to a grimace. "Now, James, you follow me to the infirmary, and we'll see to it that you are cared for." The two walked away, leaving Wisteria alone to face the Knights who were now leading Dorian away from her.
fighting her anger at the unfairness of the situation, Wisty quickly grabbed the arm of one, Gregory, she recalled, and tugged slightly. "Just let go, Greg. Dorian wouldn't do this, you know that. I know my mom doesn't believe me, but it was James' fault and-"
The Knight cut her off. "Just following orders, Princess." With that he shrugged her off easily, leaving Wisteria to stand alone in the hallway, watching as they carried away her protection. Shivering with the sudden loneliness she was faced with, the Princess tried to rid her mind of the numb look she had seen on Dorian's face.

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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Wed Feb 29, 2012 8:43 pm

"Your Majesty, I can explain." The hopless plea in Wisteria's voice exicited some dark part of James's mind. It excited him in a very dark and maniacal way. His plan had worked to perfection. The joy he was feeling as the Queen scolded Dorian was delicious to his mind. "Dorian, I never would have expected this from you. Sure, you had a," she paused, "Questionable past, but I extended you my full trust. No explanation is needed. You attacked James without reason, and nothing you have to say will atone for this. Punishment is neccesary. I believe you need to spend time in a prison cell. You do, of course, realize you will be stripped of your title, as deserves anyone who lets themselves become so overrun with their emotions to harm a fellow Knight. You can't be trusted anymore." James wanted to interject so badly. To isult the half Nepilim freak. However his plan wouldn't work if he spoke up. So he could take solice in the fact that he had gotten the oaf stripped of his rank. The grin he wore under his mask of surprise and hurt stretched from ear to ear.
"Stop! Mother, listen to me. He did nothing wrong, I swear to it. I can't lie. Please, just listen to me." More whining and complaining? I can't believe I thought she was worthy of me. How pathetic. Looking back to Dorian, James couldn't have painted a better picture. The numb look on his stupid face was more than James could have hoped for. Thank you for playing your part so well you imbucile.
"Wisteria, do not get involved. What's done is done, and as the future Queen you need to realize that sometimes you have to hurt people you care about," Acheivment overwhelmed James as the Queen scolded her daughter. He was able to sneak in a smirk at her right before returning to his painful grimace as the Queen continued, "Now, James, you follow me to the infirmary, and we'll see to it that you are cared for." As James left with the queen assuring her he was alright and that it was just a cut lip and nothing he couldn't handle, he shot a look back at Wisteria. A look that sent a message. Letting her know that this wasn't over. She was next on his hit list. With Dorian out of the way, killing the queen would be far simpilar than he'd thought.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:05 pm

Just as he'd known she would, the Queen had no inclination whatsoever to listen to Dorian's explanation, one that would surely sound like an outrageous coverup for his uncontrollable temper. Her cold eyes bored into him in a way that he'd seen so many times in special criminal trials. But, not once had their fear-instilling power been turned upon him.
"Dorian, I never would have expected this from you. Sure, you had a," she paused, causing Dorian to inwardly cringe, knowing what her next words would be and how much they would hurt to endure. "Questionable past, but I extended you my full trust. No explanation is needed. You attacked James without reason, and nothing you have to say will atone for this. Punishment is neccesary. I believe you need to spend time in a prison cell. You do, of course, realize you will be stripped of your title, as deserves anyone who lets themselves become so overrun with their emotions to harm a fellow Knight. You can't be trusted anymore."
From the start of the Queen's declaration to the very end, Dorian contained a composure that most would have thought unheard of in his current situation. Was he so heartless that even the sharpest words from his superior couldn't raise a single emotion in him? Not even close. His pain was unseen, tucked away, raging through his mind like a merthiless fire devouring a bone dry forest, destroying everything in its past. When the hammer was finally brought down in the snapping of the Queens thin fingers, all that was left of the confident Knight from a few minutes previous was a low, monotouness voice, repeating over and over, like a broken record. You failed. You are nothing. You failed.
Amazingly enough, when the Knights crossed over to aprehend him, Dorian ralleyed what was left in himself and turned to look at them, daring them to even try to touch him, the burning man with nothing left to lose. Wary gazes were the reply. Getting up on his own accord, Dorian looked around at the gathered people. All eyes were of course on him now, staring him down with all they had. 'We knew you'd never amount to anything, Nephilim scum. You climbed so high to prove us wrong, only to fall right back to where you started,' they all seemed to say. They were right.
Switching his attention backk to the Queen, he made the smallest of bows to her direction, threw one last, empty glance to Wisteria, and then made his way to the place for the scum of the Faery race, for the weak. For him.
A half hour and twenty flights of stairs later, Dorian found himself placed in the smallest of cells, the dankness almost something that could be touched. The iron door closed behind him with a clank, no words of simpathy from the Knights. The cell had one barred window, high up on the stone wall. it showered in a murky ray of moonlight, creating a strange pattern on the floor. It had all happened so fast. He knew the numbness would soon disapate, leaving nothing between the outside world and his unbridled pain. Sliding down the stone wall, Dorian slowly placed his head in his hands, the perfect picture of a broken man.
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Tue Mar 13, 2012 2:43 pm

With everyone gone, trailing off back to their mundane tasks and mingling, the knights escorting Derek down a flight of stairs, and the Queen no doubt lapping up James' tale of misery and despair, Wisteria could only stare blankly at a wall, fists clenched, heart beating double time.
After a few moments, she slipped off her heels, and made her way back to her room. Dress hiked up, she took fast steps, moving with the speed of her royal ancestors. Once she reached her destination, not giving herself time to think, she worked quickly, a whirlwind of motion going back and forth between her closet and her bathroom, with a packed bag as the evidence of her work.
Wisteria knew the consequences of what she planned to do, but she refused to ponder them. If she let herself stop and think now, she'd never go through with it. Having changed into a pair of skinny jeans, her most casual piece of clothing, a blouse,
and some flats, she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and returned to the hallway.
Wisty hadn't taken more than five minutes, but she still felt like it was five minutes too many. By now, the rumors might have spread, and therefore her plans of sneaking around would be ruined. She still had work to do.
Despite the time crunch, the Princess let herself cast a wistful glance at the doors to her siblings' rooms. If she continued, she wouldn't see them again for a very long time, or this palace, or her friends for that matter. Shutting down those thoughts before they began to control her, Wisteria continued on her way.
Walking with a sort of desperate frenzy, Wisty was grateful that she didn't meet anyone while leaving their palace. There were back hallways, passageways, and exits that only servants were supposed to know about, but at these parties you were likely to run into anyone, anywhere, no matter the seclusion. She was lucky.
Slipping through a window in the back and tumbling into some bushes below, Wisteria felt more like a criminal than a princess, which was becoming more true by each and every second. The courtyard was empty, with everyone inside for the party, and again, Wisteria was grateful for her luck. She just might be able to pull this off.
Another few minutes were spent running over to the Knight's residential area, a group of apartment like buildings that had been around just as long as the palace. Traditionally, the Knights lived here in pairs, sharing a bathroom between their two bedrooms, with a living room and kitchen also.
Slipping through the buildings, reading the names over the doors, Wisty finally found the one she was looking for. Opening Dorian's door, she cursed the time she'd wasted searching. It had been twenty minutes since he'd been taken. Peering inside, she let a moment of worried silence pass before entering, sure that no one was there.
"Princess?" Wisteria jumped at the voice, and backed up to the doorway again. There was Mason, Dorian's roomate, staring at the royalty with a look of pure shock. She had no reason to be here.
"Mason! I, um, didn't expect you to be here. I thought you'd be at the party," Wisteria swallowed nervously, aware that she needed to act better to get what she wanted. Mason explained that he'd left early, as he had an early shift and needed rest, and Wisteria began to realize that she could still swing this unexpected complication in her favor.
"I need you to pack up some of Dorian's things, please. My mother is sending him on a special task, and she sent me to collect his bag." Wisteria, batting her eyes, let the lie flow from her lips easily, praying that Mason hadn't heard what had really happened yet. Apparently, fortunately, he hadn't, because he nodded and returned in a few short minutes with another duffel bag. The Princess thanked him profusely, hugging the Knight way too close, and caught up in her affetion, it was only after she left that Mason realized she'd been carrying a bag of her own.
Rushing back to the castle, her home, Wisteria again ignored the front entrance, finding another way in, one that was much closer to the dungeon, the prison where she knew Dorian was being kept. Without a single stumble she flew down the stairs, bags rythmically hitting her hips with the movement.
"You can't be down here," A guard, yet another Knight said. Not sparing him a glance, Wisty looked for her target, and found Dorian sitting in his cell. He looked up at the Knight's voice, and caught her eyes across the room. New determination filled the Princess.
"I'm really sorry," Wisteria practically purred, pulling out all of the stops for this last obstacle. "I've had a few drinks tonight and I'm lost," She added just the right amount of slurred flirtiness, making sure to use just the right words to imply everything possible. "Would you mind taking me back to my room?" Stepping closer, blinking slowly, Wisty tugged ever so slightly at the Knight's shirt and brushed his arm with her fingertips. His wide eyes stared back at her, unbelievably surprised at the beautiful offer that lay before him, and Wisty watched as he mulled the decision over in his head. It took a minute of so, and Wisteria patiently stared up at him with wide, fawning eyes, body just inches away from his. He was just about to close the distance, Wisty could see it in the Knight's glazed eyes, when she pressed down hard on a certain spot on his shoulder, a pressure point that cut off circulation just like she'd been taught by her self-defense instructor, and watched his eyes close as he sunk to the ground.
"I'm not that easy, asshole." She spat, taking the key from his belt loop. Now the time was really ticking, each second precious. Hurrying over to Dorian's cell, Wisty flipped through keys with lightning speed, finally finding the correct one. Opening the cell, Wisty tossed him his bag.
"Come on, we're leaving."

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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Sun Apr 01, 2012 6:38 pm

The statue of a man that was Dorian barely stirred as the sound of shuffling footsteps floated down the stone stairway from above. It was most likely a servant or another Knight come to deliver food to his jailer, Micah Yuwen, also a Knight. There would surely not be a plate for the prisoner. After the events of the day, Dorian had long ago accepted the fact that his stay in the dungeons would get worse before it got better. If it got better.
"You can't be down here," Micah grunted out, known for his brutish nature. His words were slow and hesitantly spoken. Normally, Dorian would have just chalked that up to his stupidity, but there was something else twisting in his utterance. Bashful desire? The prisoner slowly lifted his golden head, his brow furrowed with curiosity. The sight that met him smoothed every line on his face, surprise dropping his mouth open like a gasping fish. Wisteria. In that one moment, their eyes locked together, and he saw something that extended his astonishment. A fiery determination blazed within his princess.
"I'm really sorry," Wisteria said, her charm mixed with an almost drunken stumble, as she crossed the room to the stunned jailer. "I've had a few drinks tonight and I'm lost. Would you mind taking me back to my room?" She was within inches of the Knight, her angel-soft face staring up into Micah's. Dorian hadn't realized he'd been gripping the bars of his cell, knuckles white with the effort, until a small trickle of blood ran down his arm. A jagged piece of metal was the culprit. Staring down at the shallow cut, Dorian completely missed Wisteria's incapacitating of his captor. A dull thud sent him jolting to his feet, the cut long forgotten, his eyes once more on the Faery approaching his cell. She'd retrieved the keys from Micah and used them to turn the rusty lock. Opening the door wide, she tossed a bag in his direction. Dorian caught it, speechless. The Faery standing in front of him had thought of everything. She'd gotten him clothes, made her way to his prison without detection, and had gotten past a Knight twice her size.
“They’re wrong to underestimate you," Dorian uttered softly, a hint of a ironic smile breaking the statues' stone facade. In a way, it was a 'thank you' and an apology. Not too long ago, he'd been one of those who'd underestimated her. Funny that the truth would come in the form of his salvation.
The determination still alive in her eyes, Dorian gripped his bag of clothes with a more secure hold, placed a gentle hand on Wisteria's elbow, and set a quick pace up the stairs.
The quietness that seemed to freeze every tree in the Seelie Court should have eased Dorian's mind, as he flitted from shadow to shadow, the Princess still linked to him. However, he couldn't find it in himself to accept that he was escaping; it was too easy. He knew that any minute now, the hated form of de Winter would come sauntering out from behind a corner, a small force of Knights ready to take Dorian back to the depressing confines of his cell. The thought and the fact that Wisteria would completely ruined if anyone saw them together was the driving force of his flight to the Hidden Glass.
Not many Faeries knew that there existed a second path between the Seelie Court and the world of the humans. Dorian only knew about it due to a fortunate stumble down a hill a year or so previous. Ever since, he'd used it to visit his twin. The Glass gave no warning to any other Faery that it was being used, like the main path did. A perfect escape route.
Despite his paranoia, the two reached the Hidden Glass with little difficult. Wisteria had briefly stumbled on the sharp slope of the hill. Dorian had caught her, his arms circling about her. For a second, both seemed to be frozen in time. Dorian hurriedly retracted his arms, Wisteria's blush only a blur as he devoured the last few feet to the edge of the pool. It gleamed with the magic that fueled it. With the light of the pool flashing across his sharp features, Dorian realized for the first time the fullness of his situation. In the dungeon, he'd been a traitor, hated by all, but still carrying the small hope that he'd be forgiven. Now, he stood a traitor and a deserter. He could never come back.
Turning back to Wisteria, he saw her also staring into the depths of the pool. A small lump by her feet caught his eye. A duffel bag, hastily packed, like his own. How had he not noticed before? For the few moments before she raised her regal head to meet his gaze, Dorian allowed his mind to explore the option of a life in the human world, Wisteria at his side. He'd be greeted ever day by her sparkling blue eyes. Maybe, in time, she'd be able to get past the obvious obstacles between them. Maybe....No, that could never happen. Taking her with him would be the cruelest thing he could imagine doing to her. She'd be cut off from her family, friends, everything she'd ever known. He would not force her to share his burden.
"This is as far as we go together, Princess," Dorian forced a cold intonation, knowing it would make things easier for her to leave him. "I trust you know the way back."
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PostSubject: Re: The Start of Something New   Fri Apr 06, 2012 12:35 pm

“They’re wrong to underestimate you," Dorian said quietly, and had it not been for the urgency of the situation and the quick pace he set, Wisteria would have stopped right there and stared, almost unable to believe the words she'd just heard. Was he really admitting that maybe the bubbly, air-head, slightly slutty Princess might just not be who he'd thought? Their first night out together comically contrasted the way the two acted now, not irritable and disapproving, but working together as a team, ready to help the other without hesitation.
They left the dungeon and the palace rapidly, leaving with the dark and damp memories of Doria's imprisonment. The pair kept moving forward, and all thay had happened in the past few hours lay behind them. Here in the forest, it was easy to get caught up in the present and future, forgetting the past, and Wisteria found herself wondering what the mundane world had in store, Dorian with her. Or maybe he wouldn't be. Maybe Dorian would escape this place, and once surfaced with the humans, decide that it was better if the two went their seperate ways. It was his choice, after all. Wisteria frowned at the thought.
Walking through the woods, Wisty slowly recognized the way to the Hidden Glass. She'd actually not discovered this lucky portal on her own, but one of her dear friends had seveal years ago. They had always used it to sneak away, but then all of a sudden the girl was grown up, and had no more time or desire for adventures with the Princess, who unfortunatlely needed to be thinking of her royal duties. Wisteria hadn't been here in quite a long time, but the lack of change in the trees was oddly comforting.
Wisteria heard something behind her, a snap of a twig, and jumped a little. Her path down the hill was interrupted with the rolling of her ankle, and she started to stumble and fall. In less than a second, before the Princess had even a chance to think about hitting the ground, Dorian caught her. Wind blew her hair out of her face, and she looked up at him, a thank you playing on the tip of her tongue, but trapped behind her lips. He let go, and they took the last few steps to the their destination.
Staring down at the pond, Wisty was instanly faced with everything she would be leaving. Her family, friends, all she'd ever worked for in her life, the royal lineage, all her dreams, would dissolve as soon as she left. In fact, they might've already done so, if her mother realized that the Princess had helped a prisoner flee. When Wisteria thought about it, she realized she didn't really have much left here at all.
"This is as far as we go together, Princess," Dorian spoke, the ice in his voice making her shiver. "I trust you know the way back."
Wisteria simply looked at him, dumbfounded. How could he think she'd really desert him easily? There was no begging her to stay, no careful words, a blunt goodbye was all he was offering. For what felt like the first time in her life, the Princess was unwanted, and she did not like it one bit.
"I do know the way, but I'm not taking it," Wisteria said forcibly, kicking a pebble with her shoe and watching it sink into the water. "Too many people know that I helped you. Mason, the guard, and I'm pretty sure my mother wouldn't take too long to reach this conclusion. As much as it'll pain you, I don't really have a choice here. I have to go as well." She'd been staring down at the ripples the stone had made, but when she finished speaking the Princess' head snapped around, having heard the crashing of multiple feet running through the leaves. From a distance, she head the easily recognizable voice of James calling her name.
Without a word, she snatched up Dorian's wrist and pulled him with her through the Hidden Glass. All of her breath left her in a whoosh, and her bag bumped against her side as they were transported to the human world.
Emerging from the water, completely dry, Wisty picked her way out of the little bits of algae. They were in the mundane park she knew all so well, and the Princess turned back to Dorian, an apologetic quirk of a smile making its way onto her angel face.

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