Post by Angelia Sandoval on Jul 27, 2014 21:51:09 GMT -5
Nacimiento had the benefit of cool evenings despite sultry days, though this evening brought with it a warm, perfumed wind that decried the need for a fire. Angelia stood on one of the numerous verandas of Castello del Oro, her childhood home, her face lifted to the sky in contemplation. The family had completed dinner, and afterwards, she and Dante had been summoned to their father's study for a serious discussion. Informed of their father's intention to send them to Bordelaix before they were dismissed for the remainder of the evening, she opted to seek some fresh air in the hopes of purging the restlessness stirred to life by Joaquin's announcement.
The implications of the exiled King's decision were abundantly clear; the time had come for their family to begin more actively reclaiming their rightful place as the hereditary Kings of Archades. Certainly Joaquin, and his father before him, had spared no effort in grooming Dante to sit upon the throne. Opportunity presented itself in an ironic reversal of the situation that had cost them their throne - the current King had no male heir of his body, instead blessed only with daughters. That realization had been both mirth-provoking and caution-evoking to those of the current Sandoval line.
Angelia had little doubts of her brother's capacity to succeed at his part of the plan, though her own was far more nebulous and ill-defined. However, that very lack of structure was precisely what would be needed to ensure his success. There were other aspects of the plan of which her brother was kept ignorant on purpose, yet she was burdened with the truth of it. Someone would have to prove a fail-safe if those plans failed to enact. The understanding of the expectation was what weighed heavily on her, as did the brief thought that trailed down the road of failure.
What if they did not succeed? Exile had been painful enough for those of her lineage; if they failed, would it spell the end of the Sandovals in Archades? Such thoughts were dark and unworthy, yet they ran unchecked through her mind until her hands gripped the rail to the point of white knuckles. Once they began on this path, there would be no turning back. The first step was about to be taken.
Dante Sandoval