When Twilight Looms
POSTED ON Jan 25, 2021 12:52:46 GMT
Post by Riven Groupan on Jan 25, 2021 12:52:46 GMT
The morning sun, slowly rising above the chilled waters of the Zora's Domain, gingerly stretching its warm rays across the sky, finally met the amber eyes of the recently crowned Zora emperor, Riven. The sun glistened off of his moistened turquoise scales, shining bright, iridescent hues in the light. He sat upon the grasses above the cliff of his Domain, staring at the crown in his only hand. The crown that was, essentially, thrown to him when the King fled. He still felt uncertainty as he held the hefty silver coronet. He was tired, ready to retire after the rebellion to spend life with his daughter. Quietly.
But life had been anything but quiet for Riven. This had been the first moment in a while where, for once, he was finally alone. Not for much longer, though. He had an audience with the princess of Hyrule this morning, and he knew his servants, maids, soldiers, and the like were doing their damnedest to make the palace as presentable as possible. Anything for the Royal Family, he supposed. He wondered what her presence was for. The King had sent his praise and congratulations for the rebellion, but hadn't shown his face in the Domain yet. Riven had doubts he would ever show.
"Majesty," A soldier seemingly appeared from nowhere, disrupting Riven's thoughts as he turned to the gentlefish. "Marianne de Hyrule is approaching Zora's Domain as we speak. I have been sent to fetch you for dressing."
The Emperor sighed, and covered his disdain with a cocky, sharky grin. "Wonderful. I'll be down momentarily."
The soldier bowed and left him, alone with his thoughts once more.
Riven stood tall, his stature still a solid head taller than the average Zora. He outstretched his arms as the warm sun glazed his scales. After some light stretching, his arms went up, his knees bent, and he launched. He twisted into a majestic swirl in the air as he swan dived into the deep, swaying waters of his Domain far below.
--
Riven's groans could be heard down the hall of his bedroom as the chambermaid outfitted him in silver trinkets and doodads. The symbol of the goddess Nayru was practically plastered all over him, from his spaulder, to his impractical silver baldric to his weird... little... waist belt... scarf thing. "What even is this wretched thing?" He asked, and the chambermaid just chuckled before moving on to dress his legs. I would rather be dressing myself, he thought irritably. The lack of communication is quite offensive, he perceived, and pondered how to fix that problem as the chambermaid finished him up.
After a thorough look-over in the mirror, Riven decided he looked presentable enough before sending himself into the throne room, a few stories below his own bedroom. Making his ways through the halls, he admired the paintings hanging along the glistening ocean-coloured walls of the palace. Every royal family of the Zora laid out before him, from their very first Queen to the last King before Riven. He stopped to think to himself whether he leave a vote for the fishpeople to possibly remove that. The presence of that painting was almost depressing to see, and shook even Riven as a former knight to the King.
Finally, swinging open the large doors of the throne room, the midday light glistening on the high walls of the glorious throne room, Riven looked upon only a fraction of his beautiful kingdom, his eyes scaling up the carpeted pathway to his throne, where...
The Princess of Hyrule stood by the throne, looking visibly irritated. Riven was fashionably late, once again.
But life had been anything but quiet for Riven. This had been the first moment in a while where, for once, he was finally alone. Not for much longer, though. He had an audience with the princess of Hyrule this morning, and he knew his servants, maids, soldiers, and the like were doing their damnedest to make the palace as presentable as possible. Anything for the Royal Family, he supposed. He wondered what her presence was for. The King had sent his praise and congratulations for the rebellion, but hadn't shown his face in the Domain yet. Riven had doubts he would ever show.
"Majesty," A soldier seemingly appeared from nowhere, disrupting Riven's thoughts as he turned to the gentlefish. "Marianne de Hyrule is approaching Zora's Domain as we speak. I have been sent to fetch you for dressing."
The Emperor sighed, and covered his disdain with a cocky, sharky grin. "Wonderful. I'll be down momentarily."
The soldier bowed and left him, alone with his thoughts once more.
Riven stood tall, his stature still a solid head taller than the average Zora. He outstretched his arms as the warm sun glazed his scales. After some light stretching, his arms went up, his knees bent, and he launched. He twisted into a majestic swirl in the air as he swan dived into the deep, swaying waters of his Domain far below.
--
Riven's groans could be heard down the hall of his bedroom as the chambermaid outfitted him in silver trinkets and doodads. The symbol of the goddess Nayru was practically plastered all over him, from his spaulder, to his impractical silver baldric to his weird... little... waist belt... scarf thing. "What even is this wretched thing?" He asked, and the chambermaid just chuckled before moving on to dress his legs. I would rather be dressing myself, he thought irritably. The lack of communication is quite offensive, he perceived, and pondered how to fix that problem as the chambermaid finished him up.
After a thorough look-over in the mirror, Riven decided he looked presentable enough before sending himself into the throne room, a few stories below his own bedroom. Making his ways through the halls, he admired the paintings hanging along the glistening ocean-coloured walls of the palace. Every royal family of the Zora laid out before him, from their very first Queen to the last King before Riven. He stopped to think to himself whether he leave a vote for the fishpeople to possibly remove that. The presence of that painting was almost depressing to see, and shook even Riven as a former knight to the King.
Finally, swinging open the large doors of the throne room, the midday light glistening on the high walls of the glorious throne room, Riven looked upon only a fraction of his beautiful kingdom, his eyes scaling up the carpeted pathway to his throne, where...
The Princess of Hyrule stood by the throne, looking visibly irritated. Riven was fashionably late, once again.