Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140717231949/@comment-25126355-20140813224826

Finally reaching Wayrest after a month of traveling, the entire entourage was exchausted. Isolde was always happy to return to her homeland, and this time was no exception. Jannia was also quite pleased with being here. She hadn't been to Wayrest for some time now, but after Caius' murder and her fathers failed attempt to quell Augurius' growing insanity, she and Leona were smuggled out of the capital, and sent here, to Jannia's mother's family. Eyjne was rather neutral. She always thought of Wayrest as being a pompous city, filled with pompous people. She could admit that, compared to some of the places she's been, it's likely on of the cleanest. But that's as far as she could go with praising Wayrest. Entering the city gates, the carriage manuevered and navigated through the city, reaching the Royal palace where the King Himself came out to greet his cousin.

King Trystan was a well built man in his late fifties, rather tall for a Breton, with graying blonde hair and a small beard. Age and had made him rather bulky, but not quite fat. However, one of his more distinguishable features were his pale green eyes, a trait he shared with most of the royal family, including Isolde, who passed it on to her eldest and youngest sons, as well as to Jannia. Luthor had inheirited his father's bright amber eyes, with golden flakes in them. Isolde herself, however, had not changed much over the years. At nearly fifty, she boasted an exeedingly youthful complection. Her long golden hair remained untouched by any traces of gray; her skin only had a few wrinkles here and ther, which she expertly hid with a touch of make-up; her hands and skin unblemished by any signs of age, remaining a porcelain white; her pale green eyes, that were saaid to have enchanted countless men, were as full of life as the day she was wed. Isolde, considered by most, to be the greatest beauty of the Imperial court, was truly breath-taking, even at her age.

Exiting the carriage, Isolde and Jannia bowed before King Trystan, after which he proceeded to hug (or crush, as Jannia felt it) both of them. Looking at the two, Eyjne was surprised to see ow closely he and the countess resembled each other, remembering the rumour about Lady Isolde's birth. Many in Wayrest suspected Isolde to truly be the daughter of her uncle, Trystan's father, the late King Emmeric IV. Though it was dissmissed as a rumour by the Royal family, Eyjne could see the reason for it's creation. After greeting the entire court, Isolde went to see her mother, while Jannia and Eyjne, who seemed to shadow the former, retired to begin preparing for the feast, thrown in honour of their arrival.