Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Sept 9, 2014 23:19:23 GMT -5
The captains had barely spoken to her, escorting her to military command as if she did not already know the way. There was no concealing it. She was to be punished for her unauthorized travels, brought before one of the Generals to be charged and sent to await trial. Her stature was no wholly forgotten though. When she asked to speak to the King directly rather than wait under their guard, they at least transmitted her request. So, in a meeting chamber outside the Council of Nobles Assembly Hall, he granted that request. He offered no chair, no greeting as he confronted her, only a frown. To him, her presence was a distraction and an inconvenience. Still, there were questions to be asked.
"You understand that your disappearance will likely cost you?"
The room was quiet as Jarvan the Fourth, King of Demacia, waved his personal assistants away with an impatient gesture. His face was different, severe, changed in the time of her absence by grief and stress. Still there was some of the same light in his green eyes. This time they burned with aggravation and anger, not the conviction and pride she remember finding beneath that golden helm.
"In a time when it was most important that we stood together as a nation, you were where? Nursing your doubts? Finding yourself? Tell me, did you kill some beast? I see no trophy."
She had no room to speak yet, but he still acted as if she had kept him waiting, slamming a fist onto the table's surface.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Sept 10, 2014 0:30:10 GMT -5
Gazing at the prince- No, the King- Quinn felt the trepidation rise up again from those corners where she'd shoved it. As though sensing her discomfort, the great eagle that sat, perched, on her shoulder softly cooed and lightly tapped her on the temple with that razor-sharp break. One hand rose to run through Valor's feathers, taking comfort in his presence. Waiting through the King's anger with what she hoped was composure, his shout nonetheless startled get as she'd just opened her mouth to begin speaking. However, bowing her head to his demand, she finally found room to start. "I was chasing the person I believe to the assassin, your Majesty. I would never put my own mourning before that of Demacia. I guess I thought I could prove myself a hero, bringing in the murderer on my own."
Valor let loose a soft squawk, as she felt the shadow of all the frustration, the loneliness, and the pressure seem to press down on her. Feeling the as-yet unshed tears beginning to push for release, she took a shuddering breath before forcing herself to continue. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she struggled with the emotions. She forced out the next words softly "I failed." Her next attempt came out louder, as she managed to keep her voice from breaking on the words. "I failed to bring the killer to justice, your Majesty." She bowed her head to him then, wanting to hide the emotions crawling through her as her own words sank in. Biting down on her lip, she kept her gaze firmly on the ground. "I proved unworthy of your trust, and didn't bother telling you anything before I ran off."
Closing her eyes, she began counting in her mind. This has been a terrible mistake. A detached part of her wondered how long it'd take for him to decide on execution. Not long most likely, considering the
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Sept 11, 2014 0:59:14 GMT -5
His anger hardened him against the apparent shame in her eyes. He listened with a vindictive impatience, her crime forcing him to think through the unpleasant memory of his fathers death. Try as he could, he could not find the cold detachment he wanted. Then she broke him.
At her words he froze, the implications slowly working through his mind until they wore away at the harsh stone of his features. His anger mixed with a desperate need to know more through pangs of renewed loss. His eyes threatened tears. She knew the killer? Chased them? He lifted from his chair with barely contained passions, leaning forward across the table with an trembling voice.
"You know who killed my father? Why did you not say, TELL ME NOW DAMN YOU! WHO IS IT?"
Post by Demacia's Wings on Sept 16, 2014 21:23:26 GMT -5
The sudden desperation shocked Quinn out of her resignation, as the thought finally struck her of how that had to seem to Jarvan. Valor flapped his wings to maintain his balance as she rocked back on her heels from the almost-physical force of the question. She thought of the possibility of trying to apologize again, but realized that course of action would put her in even more danger. Swallowing back down the air that she'd unknowingly lost at the sudden shout, she manages to keep the quiver out of her voice as she says "I don't know for sure, your Majesty, but I believe that Katarina of Noxus is responsible for your father's murder." Her eyes return to her feet as she murmurs "I didn't tell you, out of fear that you'd disregard my word. I thought that I would be able to prove it to you if I brought her back myself."
Her next words are scarcely a breath, meant for herself alone. "A lot of good that did anyone..." Feeling those bitter tears find hold, she remains silent as they fall to land about her feet. Everything was out in the open now.
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