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Feb 25, 2021 13:05:01 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 25, 2021 13:05:01 GMT -5
It was a great honor to visit the palace, but Ezra Sr. and his son had been invited several times as his prominence grew as a preacher. The monarchy was closely tied to the church, and often those who were spiritually gifted were invited to speak with King Iki, who was a devout believer.
They were directed to a sitting room to wait for the king, but when Ezra Jr. asked to use the restroom, he was directed down a side hallway. Apparently he took a wrong turn somewhere, which was understandable because of the enormity of the place, and happened upon the King and his daughter.
Aela was still a young princess, only 30, but she accompanied her father on most of his diplomatic and personal meetings. She had seen Ezra before, but her golden eyes never met his, always downcast or looking out the window. She was a pretty girl, with long black curls and darker freckles upon her dark skin.
"-told you to be on time today," Iki said coolly, dragging her out of the library by her wrist. Aela had a book in her free hand, and a look in her eyes that said she was used to this, despite how her lips trembled. "Ezra Sr. is expecting us, and I find you holed up with another one of your stupid books?"
"I'm sorry, but-" Aela started to say, neither of them taking notice of the teenage boy watching them. Not that it would have stopped the king from raising a hand and striking his daughter across the face.
"No buts." The king glared down at her. Aela fell silent, raising a hand to her cheek and casting her eyes down towards the ground. She didn't cry anymore,not after years of this, but it didn't mean each strike didn't sting on her soul.
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Mar 4, 2021 8:48:48 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 8:48:48 GMT -5
A past version of himself would have been elated at his father's growing prestige, which was touted enough by the people on their hometown that it drew interest beyond Columba to even Pyxis, the royal capitol, but every blow Ezra Sr landed on his bastard son beat a little more loyalty out of Ezra. Rebellion filled the vacancy. Rebellion nursed his pride. Rebellion often began with fire.
His powers were still new and therefore Ezra had little control over them, an issue that was exacerbated by his rising temper. He never struck out with his ability-- not since that first time-- but he couldn't help how hot his skin grew and how it would scorch Ezra Sr's knuckles. But what did his mother say? Don't go playing with fire unless you expect to get burned.
It was the thought of her, not a full bladder, that had him asking to be excused, and he was promptly dismissed by his father with barely a glance. He hadn't really been listening to the directions he'd been given, mostly wandering to clear his mind so he could swallow some of the bile rising in his throat, resentful of the fact that when they were in the church or within the walls of the kingdom, his father pretended they were still the same father-son duo everyone in Columba knew them to be. Anger sparked under his skin, Ezra trudging down hallways and around corners, until the powerful voice of the king caused him to stop suddenly.
Oh, he shouldn't be here. He made to step away, back to the safety of obscurity, but in that same instant, King Iki raised his hand and slapped it across his daughter's cheek, and suddenly it didn't matter that this wasn't his home or his city or even his place.
"Hey!" He was between them now, and thoughtlessly he reeled his own arm back, clenched his knuckles, and prepared to give King Iki a taste of his own damn medicine.
And that's how Ezra found himself slammed up against the wall, arms twisted behind him, by one of the guards who must have had a particular hard-on for his Royal Fuckface, with King Child Abuse glaring with cold eyes, a wide-eyed Crown Princess off to the other side, and more asskissers on their way to apprehend the preacher's brat.
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Mar 4, 2021 9:13:35 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 9:13:35 GMT -5
Oh, this was a hot mess. Aela watched the chaos unfold as Ezra Sr. was summoned from where he waited, as the two men discussed Ezra Jr.'s fate for attempting to punch the king. The preacher was disgustingly apologetic, and the glare that he sent his son's way made Aela uneasy.
No one had stepped between her and her father before. Everyone she knew stood by, watching with impassive eyes as the King 'raised' his daughter in his own cool and calculated way. Why had this boy, barely of age, had the audacity to question the highest ranking man in the country? Was it because he understood?
It was not her place to speak, so she didn't, instead listening quietly as the men decided Ezra Jr. would be sent to the castle's dungeon for a week before being enrolled in the guard training program. "It whips even the most ill-tempered men into shape," Iki said, giving Ezra Jr. another affronted look. Ezra Sr. agreed without a moment of hesitation- in fact, he seemed almost too eager to be rid of his son.
Ezra Jr. was dragged off by the guards restraining him. Aela sat in the far more awkward meeting with her father and Ezra Sr., but when a moment of freedom came she slipped off to find out more about that boy. It wasn't difficult, since everyone was gossiping about it.
Late that evening, while her father was dining with her mother, she snuck down to the kitchen, then to the dungeons. The jailor didn't seem to care that she wanted to speak to the boy, and she was motioned in his direction. Aela approached his cell with the hood of her cloak up, and suddenly found herself feeling shy.
Ezra was sitting on the cot, staring at the wall. Aela cleared her throat, noting the surprise that flashed over his features when he saw her. "I have a question, and I'm serious, so please don't be too offended. Are you stupid? Who in their right mind would attack the king?" Aela tilted her head as she spoke, her quiet voice curious instead of insulting.
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Mar 4, 2021 14:23:06 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 14:23:06 GMT -5
They could hold him down all they wanted, but Ezra never submitted. He might have kicked, screamed, and even tried to bite them when they shoved him forward, snapping his teeth at the king for good measure, and yeah, maybe he tried to trip them when they threw him into the cell, but he damn sure never surrendered, no matter how hard they threw him to the ground.
For most of that evening, Ezra prowled the cell like a caged animal, waiting for some idiot onlooker to stick their hand in so he could snap it off. Unsurprisingly, he was left mostly alone, other than for them to crowd his cell and beat the hell outta him, father's orders. He was sure Ezra Sr slipped them a bribe for that one-- not that they needed much coaxing. By the time Aela slipped down to the dungeon, they'd dispersed and he'd moved to his "bed," tracing cracks in the wall with his fingers. He could pretend they were rivers leading out to the sea to a world far far away from fathers and their fists.
He started when Aela cleared her throat, but a lofty grin found its way to his lips and Ezra sauntered across to the bars. He was lean and lanky, lacking muscle that he would gain later, and his skin was black and blue all over, but the twinkle in his eye was bright and gleaming, despite how another might have lost their luster in circumstances like his. "Well, my momma always told me 'Ezra, don't you ever hit a girl' and, y'know, I don't think a king should be held to any less standards than me on that one. Besides, who'd wanna ruin such a pretty face?" The princess was quite the looker; all she lacked was confidence. "Princess Aela, wasn't it?"
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Mar 4, 2021 14:33:20 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 14:33:20 GMT -5
Aela looked down at the floor, feeling the heat creep along her cheeks. "It was still a stupid thing to do," she muttered, before holding out what she'd brought. A blackberry tart wrapped in brown paper, and a book bound in thick, handsome leather. "I wanted to say thank you. Even if you acted like a crazed animal, you still were the first person to do anything about my father hitting me."
It felt wrong, to say anything bad against her father, so she stopped there. "Anyway- that's my favorite book of poems from our library. You'll probably need something to do while you're stuck down here." Suddenly nervous that she'd get caught, she glanced to the side, but nobody was walking down the stone hallways.
"So... thanks, I guess." It was far easier for Aela to talk to adults, in settings like business meetings and dinner parties. She knew the rights words to say, the way to behave, the rules of etiquette. Coming down here to meet an imprisoned, flirtatious preacher's son was not something she had expected to do, and Aela had never been good at talking to her peers.
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Mar 4, 2021 15:52:19 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 15:52:19 GMT -5
She was even cuter when she blushed. Ezra's smile widened at the sight of it, suddenly thankful the gods decided to ruin his life. Guess there were silver linings to things after all.
"You don't need to thank me, y'know. I was jus' doin' my good for the week. You ever heard how a good deed keeps the sins away?" He accepted the gift she offered him, setting the book gently on the ground while he devoured the tart, scarcely tasting it. His stomach rumbled an appreciative thanks to its savior. "Thanks for this, by the way. You really didn't need to come down here. I won't be there to get in the way again if he catches you," he warned, despite that he didn't want her to go in the least. She was kind, and kindness was something that was in short supply in his life.
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Mar 4, 2021 16:05:19 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 16:05:19 GMT -5
"I've heard that somewhere before, but I sort of dismissed it with the rest of the the hyper-religious stuff. My dad's really into that stuff, but to be honest..." She'd never seen him do a good deed. Aela cleared her throat, glancing nervously down the hall again. He was right, if she was caught, she'd be in trouble. But her father would never deign to visit a prisoner.
"It doesn't matter. He won't check. And I owed you," she said, her gold eyes scanning his skin. "Did the guards give you those bruises?" Aela's lip jutted out, a glint of annoyance entering her gaze. "I'll bring you some medicine tomorrow."
She wasn't sure why she was risking her own neck for this boy, apart from the fact he had risked his for her, a total stranger. "You have to try to behave while you're down here, or you'll never get out. My dad isn't the forgiving type."
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Mar 4, 2021 16:34:30 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 16:34:30 GMT -5
His hands cupped his face, Ezra feigning shock at her dismissal. "What?! Are you telling me that you, the crown princess, aren't super excited to sit in on my father, the GREAT Ezra fuckin' Sr's sermons?" After a moment, he laughed. "To tell you the truth, neither am I. Between you and me, it's all bogus, everything he says." He didn't have the same reservations about speaking ill of his father as she did. The venom could burn through his tongue.
As she mentioned the bruises, he glanced down at where his skin was a patchwork of hues. "Well, depends on which ones you're askin' about really. See, these," he pointed to the brighter spots, freshly blossomed into a shade of red, "are from the guards. They still hurt. But these," now his hands moved across the others, some of which were violet while others were a pasty yellow, "are from before. Dear old dad's love taps." He referenced them like they were badges of honor, but there was a detectable trace of disgust weaseled into his tone.
Ezra leaned closer into the bars and grinned again, tilting his head. "Get out? This place is just as good as being at home, 'cept now I get to see a pretty girl." He winked. "C'mon, you wish your room was as cool as mine, princess. I get to count the cracks in the stone-- which, by the way, is super fun-- and I can take a nice long walk 'round the square and my new friends get to come visit all the time so we can wrestle. What more could a prisoner want? Well, besides maybe that pretty girl coming around and maybe reading a poem or two to a poor, illiterate bastard."
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Mar 4, 2021 17:08:01 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 17:08:01 GMT -5
Aela listened to him speak with a wide-eyed gaze, taken aback by how open he was with her. Everyone else she met was so reserved, so desperate to impress her and her father, and they never spoke this freely. It was kind of refreshing. Without thinking, she reached out a hand, trailing her fingers over one of the older bruises.
When she realized what she was doing, she pulled her hand back, flushing again. "I never liked your father, anyway. And I didn't mean get out to go home. I mean that if you join the guard, you can spend time here in the palace, instead of at home or in a cell. The library, for example, is much nicer than this."
At the mention of reading, Aela glanced towards the book. "You don't know how to read?" She asked, eyebrows raising. "I guess I could come read to you when I get a chance. The poems in that book are some of the best."
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Mar 4, 2021 19:36:54 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 19:36:54 GMT -5
Her touch was comforting, or maybe he was just that starved for a soft touch. He wanted to catch her hand before it drew back, but he resisted, instead considering her words. Staying in the palace was certainly more enticing than going back to Columba with his father. At least if he got beat up by the guards, Aela might come back and help nurse him back to health.
"I guess I could be good for a little while. Does this mean I get to see you?" Fuck all the other perks of what this arrangement might have for him. Aela was like some kindred spirit, someone who understood the pain he felt, and frankly she was very easy on the eyes, his own appraising her not for the last time.
"I don't read," he confirmed, skirting around the truth without directly lying. He hadn't read since that last night with his mother, and he planned to keep it that way. "Which one's your favorite? We can start with that one and you can explain it to me 'cuz I'll be honest, I never understood any of it. Why say one thing but mean another? That's just an extra step! It's unnecessary!"
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Mar 4, 2021 20:24:32 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 20:24:32 GMT -5
"Maybe if you promise to be good I can visit more often," Aela said, the corners of her lips twitching in a faint smile. Ezra was certainly amusing, even if his bold style made her feel a little more shy than usual. She sat cross-legged on her side of the bars, picking up the book and rifling through until she reached a good poem.
She read in her clear, high cadence, golden eyes focused on the words on the page. When she finished, she glanced up at Ezra again. "It's not like they mean something entirely different," she said, after delving into her explanation. "It's like there's more than meets the eye. There's stuff below the surface, which is way more rewarding than a story that presents itself to you without any subtlety or nuance."
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Mar 4, 2021 21:18:38 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 4, 2021 21:18:38 GMT -5
After a moment’s thought, Ezra reached a hand through the bars and held his pinky out, grinning when she twined her own into it. “Fine. I pinky promise that I will try to be on my best behavior as long as you come to see me. But miss a day and those guys are toast.” He jabbed a thumb in the direction of where his guards were sleeping on duty.
Over the course of her reading, he’d settled himself on the floor as well, head leaning back against the stone wall, his eyes closing peacefully. He could have dozed off without struggle, but then her voice changed subtly and roused him back to reality, one eye prying open. “I guess so. But I appreciate things that get right to the point,” he noted. It was more fitting to his personality anyway.
Silence settled on them for a moment, then he asked, “Wanna play a game?”
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Mar 4, 2021 21:54:21 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 4, 2021 21:54:21 GMT -5
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Aela said, smiling a little again as she set the book aside. She could sense the inherent differences between the two of them, but she also could tell that they were cut mostly from the same cloth. It was nice, having someone who instinctively understood, even if they'd just met and she didn't even have a reason to trust him apart from the fact he had tried to punch her dad.
"What kind of a game?" She asked, wrapping her arms around her legs. She could still feel the warmth of his pinky where it had twined with hers a while ago. "I don't know that many games."
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Mar 5, 2021 8:09:12 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 5, 2021 8:09:12 GMT -5
As far as Ezra was concerned, they were now besties. Subconsciously, he knew he was drawn to her because of their shared demons, but he wasn't fully cognizant of that yet. All he knew was he liked this shy princess and felt a need to protect her, or at the very least make her smile.
"Well, there's not a whole lotta games we can play in here, but how 'bout this? I'll act out something and you gotta guess what I am?" Much of the remaining evening went like that, with Ezra flapping his arms like great eagles or running around on all fours like the beasts of legends, Aela's laughter becoming less restrained the more comfortable she became in his presence. By the end of it, he was sweating profusely, but a grin stretched from ear-to-ear, the boy perfectly content to make a fool of himself if it meant this.
One of the guards roused from his nap, woken by the sound of laughter and...joy? Oh, he couldn't have that. Groggily, he grabbed a bowl and filled it to the brim with water before sauntering over to the princess and the pest. "Looks like someone could use a shower," he sneered, and before either of the pair could react, he flung the water through the bars and laughed at his drenched victim. "Now that's funny, Your Highness. Look at him run! He's gonna get his bed all wet. Nasty little shit, isn't he?"
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Mar 5, 2021 8:53:30 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 5, 2021 8:53:30 GMT -5
Aela found herself relaxing the longer she was around Ezra. He was so different, and so unafraid of her and her title, that it washed away a lot of her self-consciousness. It didn't take long for her to get into the game, throwing out guesses as the boy made a fool of himself in his cage. Her smile, which had been shy previously, was wide and unashamed now- at least, until the guard drenched Ezra.
The smile faded from her features, her gaze darting between the man and the boy. Would her father find out, if she said something? She supposed it was worth the risk, to stop this treatment. "I don't find it amusing at all," she quipped coolly, mouth set in a hard line as she stood. "I wasn't aware that it was a guard's duty to humiliate those who are in the princess's favor. If I were you, I'd treat my guest a little better, or you might end up taking on less cushy jobs in the future."
Aela's word was second only to King Iki's in the palace (since her mother never said much at all). The guard frowned, then nodded and went away without another word. The princess turned back to Ezra. "Are you alright? I should get you a towel- you'll never dry out down here without one."
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Mar 5, 2021 22:40:26 GMT -5
Post by fleur on Mar 5, 2021 22:40:26 GMT -5
He shuffled off, muttering to himself, but by time Aela was turning to Ezra, the boy was dry and his eyes were fading from their vivid tincture back to his dark, burnished gaze. Hair stuck in wild angles, he grinned and then whistled, impressed by her tenacity. "Wow, how do I get you to boss me around like that? I like a woman in charge."
So far in their exchanges, the only evidence of Aela's ties to the crown were from the occasions he saw her at her father's side. Her soft spoken demeanor didn't lend well to the perception of royalty he had, as he'd never been anywhere other than the palace's chapel until now. It was an exhilarating shift. "You didn't need to do that, Aela, really," he said, the appreciation he meant to express nestled somewhere in his words. "I can take care of me. You shouldn't be sticking your neck out for types like me."
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Mar 6, 2021 16:04:32 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 6, 2021 16:04:32 GMT -5
"You're dry?" Aela asked, head tilting in curiosity, back to the quiet girl now that the moment for authority had faded. She ignored the slight flirtation, apart from the warming of her cheeks. "How-?" Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. "Fire fairy?" She asked, moving forward to the bars again to examine his clothes, noting that they were dry as well.
"It was nothing," she added, rubbing her back of her neck. "I don't like anyone being treated poorly, and I owed you for sticking your neck out for me earlier. That guard's an ass, anyway. It'll only help you, to have a friend in a high place, won't it?" Aela smiled tentatively at him, lifting her golden gaze to his.
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