victoria_cummings
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It was a sad day in the kingdom Thervang. People had gathered all around to mourn the death of their king. Messengers on horseback and hawk riders were sent forth to allied kingdoms, so they too could mourn the death of an alley. The entire kingdom and guest gathered in the castle courtyard where ceremony of death were to take place.
King Tiberius, had come down with a mysterious disease that no physician, scholar, or sorcerer could come up with a cure for. It hit suddenly, as if Tiberius was suffering from heart tremors, but instead of dying right there, or recovering he was bed ridden for a week, before passing away right in front of his only daughter’s eyes.
His daughter, Princess Jasura was a spitting image of her mother, Tiberius would tell her as she grew up, long black flowing hair, long toned legs, biceps and forearms well trained from hours of long and great sword practice with the other soldiers.
Train with the soldiers, she did. As other kingdoms might pamper their princesses, Thervang under Tiberius had proclaimed that everyone who had reached the age of 14, boy or girl, where to take the recruitment training test. Pass they were enlisted in the army, fail and they could pursue any other craft they so desired, this even went for Jasura. In fact Jasura was pushed twice as hard cause she was the daughter of the legendary warrior king.
Along with the art of combat, Jasura was also schooled in diplomacy and civil law, because not every conflict needed to be solved with a sword. Another duty that Jasura was when she turned 18, she was supposed to be married off, but there was no man in the kingdom that Tiberius could have agreed to marry his daughter to, or was strong enough to handle Jasura herself in her eyes. Jasura did secretly see a couple of soldiers briefly but those did not last long in her father’s service, but it would break her father’s heart to find out she wasn’t virgin anymore.
So 4 years without finding a proper mate, leaving Jasura in line for the crown. The head of the King’s guard Guis Altare, wanted to hold the death ceremony the night of Tiberius death, but Jasura insisted allied kingdoms be allowed to show respects as well. Guis gave Jasura a week, so all preparations could be made.
The ceremony started at dawn, with speeches made by various advisers, generals, even by Guys and Jasura themselves. The ceremony ended with Tiberius’s body was burned on a stone slab by Jasura with Guis’s hand supporting hers as the they placed the torch on the deceased king’s body as tradition. After the burning of the body, there was a break to clean up and prepare for Jasura’s crowning ceremony to happen at dusk.
The crowning ceremony was much lively with music, feasting and dancing. The two ceremonies were meant to be vastly different, the morning supposed to be somber remembering the past, and this one is to celebrate the future and remind everyone just cause their king died doesn’t mean the kingdom has. The crowning ceremony ended with Guis who was acting monarch the past week, placing a newly forged crown onto of Jasura’s head and giving her Tiberius’s own blade, which was used to make the kingdom what it is today.
After much drinking, Jaruas bid her guest farewell as she made her way to retire for the night. As she made her way to the bedchambers, Jasura stopped at the end of the hall. She looked to her left, which was her father’s room, much of his stuff remained as Jasura decided to keep his stuff in there as a memorial for now until she needed to use the room for the day she finally did marry. So she went to her room for some sleep.
It was a sad day in the kingdom Thervang. People had gathered all around to mourn the death of their king. Messengers on horseback and hawk riders were sent forth to allied kingdoms, so they too could mourn the death of an alley. The entire kingdom and guest gathered in the castle courtyard where ceremony of death were to take place.
King Tiberius, had come down with a mysterious disease that no physician, scholar, or sorcerer could come up with a cure for. It hit suddenly, as if Tiberius was suffering from heart tremors, but instead of dying right there, or recovering he was bed ridden for a week, before passing away right in front of his only daughter’s eyes.
His daughter, Princess Jasura was a spitting image of her mother, Tiberius would tell her as she grew up, long black flowing hair, long toned legs, biceps and forearms well trained from hours of long and great sword practice with the other soldiers.
Train with the soldiers, she did. As other kingdoms might pamper their princesses, Thervang under Tiberius had proclaimed that everyone who had reached the age of 14, boy or girl, where to take the recruitment training test. Pass they were enlisted in the army, fail and they could pursue any other craft they so desired, this even went for Jasura. In fact Jasura was pushed twice as hard cause she was the daughter of the legendary warrior king.
Along with the art of combat, Jasura was also schooled in diplomacy and civil law, because not every conflict needed to be solved with a sword. Another duty that Jasura was when she turned 18, she was supposed to be married off, but there was no man in the kingdom that Tiberius could have agreed to marry his daughter to, or was strong enough to handle Jasura herself in her eyes. Jasura did secretly see a couple of soldiers briefly but those did not last long in her father’s service, but it would break her father’s heart to find out she wasn’t virgin anymore.
So 4 years without finding a proper mate, leaving Jasura in line for the crown. The head of the King’s guard Guis Altare, wanted to hold the death ceremony the night of Tiberius death, but Jasura insisted allied kingdoms be allowed to show respects as well. Guis gave Jasura a week, so all preparations could be made.
The ceremony started at dawn, with speeches made by various advisers, generals, even by Guys and Jasura themselves. The ceremony ended with Tiberius’s body was burned on a stone slab by Jasura with Guis’s hand supporting hers as the they placed the torch on the deceased king’s body as tradition. After the burning of the body, there was a break to clean up and prepare for Jasura’s crowning ceremony to happen at dusk.
The crowning ceremony was much lively with music, feasting and dancing. The two ceremonies were meant to be vastly different, the morning supposed to be somber remembering the past, and this one is to celebrate the future and remind everyone just cause their king died doesn’t mean the kingdom has. The crowning ceremony ended with Guis who was acting monarch the past week, placing a newly forged crown onto of Jasura’s head and giving her Tiberius’s own blade, which was used to make the kingdom what it is today.
After much drinking, Jaruas bid her guest farewell as she made her way to retire for the night. As she made her way to the bedchambers, Jasura stopped at the end of the hall. She looked to her left, which was her father’s room, much of his stuff remained as Jasura decided to keep his stuff in there as a memorial for now until she needed to use the room for the day she finally did marry. So she went to her room for some sleep.
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