As written by Krysis and Knosis
Esther had always been the quiet type, never one to make a fuss about anything, even as a baby. She tended to find quiet nooks in the castle and read until someone went hunting for her, or hunger at last beckoned her down from her imaginary lands of adventure. In reality, she knew that adventures were never as exciting living them as they were in the stories, which was why she was shy about approaching Ruairi with her request a few days ago.
The sweet girl had finally worked up the courage though, hunting out the much older male with a worried flinching about her shoulders. It was like she expected someone to sneak up on her and put her to doing something disagreeable as she asked, very respectfully, "Brother? Would it be possible to go away for a few days? I'd like to see where Father was born."
The older male had been out in the sword yard, practicing with one of the younger soldiers of the king's guard when the young girl approached him. Having excused himself from the practice session, he listened to the girl's request.
With a raised brow and a slight smile hinting playfully at the corner of his bearded face. "And why would one such as you like to visit such a dull place like that, hm?" He asked, leaning on the pole he had been practing with.
Esther shifted her weight to glance over her shoulder, trying to be casual about it, before she looked up at Rauiri again. Her soft hands fidgeted on the book she was carrying as if she had forgotten about it. She swallowed hard and put on a smile as she answered him cheerfully, "No reason. I just want to get out of Solstice for a while. Just a week or two."
He stood silently, staring at the girl for a short while as if he were waiting for more of an answer. Despite how he had felt about his father, the children, particurally Esther and the younger two, had no reason to bare his ill will. He had help reared them since babes, the three youngest felt partly his own children.
He sighed and smirked, folding his strong arms over top his pole and partly hiding his face from the girl.
"How can I refuse the request of a beautiful young lady, and that of my sister, hm?" He threw the pole over his shoulders and relaxed both arms over either side so that it balanced well. "But, I suppose we should leave sooner rather than later. Should I receive orders to ensure you aren't to leave the castle due to some royal obligations or marriage proposals, then I'm afraid the orders of your parents would come before your request." He hummed softly.
Esther gave a rueful laugh and smiled up at her half-brother. "I'm as obvious as ever? I suppose so, since you guessed my reasons without half trying. It's horrible. That man is only interested in me because of the crown. Any way it goes, I will be sister to a king, and that is all they want. To claim a plum and squeeze."
She shifted her weight again and added, "My maids are already packing my trunk. I thought you might be willing, or at least direct me to someone that would be. A vacation from the castle sounds like a desirable thing to many people these days."
The bookish girl didn't add that others wanted to be close by, circling like vultures around the royal carcass.
"Obvious only because I knew you since you were a babe." He chuckled slightly. The man's steely eyes grew cold at the mention of being a sister to a king. He wanted to add that he was only the loyal dog, but decided better of it.
"Well, we best be off, before the order changes hands." He said, although his playful tone had become less so, and more serious. "I'll be ready in half an hour or so with my horse, by the west gate."
"I count you in that, Rauiri. You'd make a fine king." Esther answered seriously. She had known him just as long, though in her case, maybe the reading helped her understand another person's point of view more easily. She smiled and nodded at the instructions, turning to hurry off to see to the last of her packing herself.
This time, they didn't need to be slowed by any of ther other siblings. This time, she just wanted to get away before being cornered by the man that could not even remember her name, so he called her merely 'Princess'. "Like he's calling a dog." Esther muttered as she dashed up the servant's steps and looked both ways before darting into her room.
About an hour later, the young woman was hurrying back down to the west gate, only a small bag slung over her shoulder, and no jewelry to mark her out as anything special. The trunk got left in the middle of her bedroom as a red herring for anyone that might think she was still in residence since her things were still there.
True to his word, the elder man was there with his war horse saddled and some bags of supplies and his blade sheathed at its side. The grey mare wouldn't get them anywhere fast, but she would get them somewhere.
Without a word, he took her bag and added it to the saddle bags. "A week." He grunted as he pulled the strings. "Is all I can buy you, Esther." He added as he turned towards her. "I can save you from any harm, I would give my life to ensure your safety and your life.. But I can't save you from your fate." He tucked his finger under her chin and pulled it up to look at him directly in the eyes.
"Only you can change your own fate. Your father did so. Any man, or woman, should be able to do the same." He then bent down to help her mount the war horse.
"Father changed all our fates, but I think he partly did it to better our lands." Esther pointed out quietly as she got settled in her perch. It wasn't hard to meet Rauiri's gaze, though her own eyes were sad as she comptemplated the future.
"If I were to go out and-- Well, I could fall in love and marry a man that really sees me. A man that doesn't know what I am, just who I am. It would be a disaster. Can you imagine what it would do to our parents?" She spoke without thinking about it, though the moment the word 'parents' left her lips, color climbed in her cheeks and her posture got stiffer with embarrassment about how she might have inadvertently insulted her half-brother.
Ruairi stiffened physically, but it only caused a momentary lapse in his movement as he swung himself up behind his half sister in the saddle.
"Our father would be hypocritical if he stopped you. Your mother," He specified purposely before clicking his tongue to motion the warpony forward, "Has known no other way. She grew up in the life of a noble, of a royal. Just as you have. You have a duty to your kingdom. But you have a duty to yourself, first. You do not want a husband that will use you for your rank, as he will most likely be the first to betray you should trouble arise to the throne.." He said quietly.
"Do you hate her for that?" Esther asked softly, moving a little to make sure that Rauiri had as comfortable a seat as could be managed, riding double like that. She had never asked before, willing to let her half-brother have his own way in almost everything. He had been a hero before he was her age, after all. That meant he deserved at least a little consideration.
"I've always wondered. I mean, I love my mother dearly, so it is hard for me to understand the tension between you." the teenager clarified uncomfortablly, suddenly wishing she hadn't brought the subject up.
The elder man was silent as he concidered her question. "I do not hate the Queen." He stated truthfully. "She is my father's betrothed through a arranged marriage to end a war that could have destroyed our kingdom. She had no choice, without risking the war never ending and bringing more death. She is a selflessly kind woman, and she has my respect to her position."
He paused and took a deep breath. "The tension between your mother and I.." He shook his head. "Well.. I am a selfish man."
Esther nodded slowly, then hunched her shoulders as she huddled in on herself, "I imagine she will have to marry again. I don't want to think about Father going away, but it is going to happen. Even if it doesn't happen for years and years, Oriana will likely outlive him." She stumbled over her mother's name, finding it awkward to call her so.
"I imagine I will feel the same about my future stepfather as you do about my mother." Unspoken was the knowledge that Oriana would be just a chip in the game at this point, since there might be no more heirs from a woman nearing her fourth decade.
Ruairi clicked his tongue again and the mare picked up her speed to a soft trot. She could carry this pace near indefinately. "Aye, most likely. Unless some ill will or sickness takes the queen, gods pray it won't, she will out live our father. The queen will most likely remarry, but it will be less politically involved as your brother will take the throne and will need to take a wife." Despite his best effort, his tone sharpened at the mentioned of the Queen's oldest child.
"She will be free to make her own decisions then, and I hope she finds what makes her happy for the rest of her days. Isn't that what you would wish for your mother?"
"It is. I'd like that for everyone. Happiness. Somehow, it seems difficult to manage. So many people with conflicting goals." Esther admitted, relaxing a bit and closing her eyes as she trusted Rauiri with everything.
"Elan would be a disaster. He is surrounded by people that tell him how wonderful he is, and I don't think he has any concept of what it would really take to do the job. So he might be happy, but no one else would be." The teenage girl fretted gently at the thoughts of the future. Her hands again made those small, thoughtful twitches that they had earlier, though this time on the pommel of the saddle instead of on a book.
'And all my work will be undone...' The elder man thought to himself, but he kept quiet for the while the girl was explaining and for a while afterward. The girl may not have realized, but she was hitting the tender parts of his thoughts as of late.
With his father showing signs of his age, he had come around again to think of what position he was in and realized that he had no more right to live at the castle or anywhere than he had when he had joined the war with his father decades ago.
He swallowed hard before finally responding to the girl's outspoken thoughts. "People can change, once a responsibility is thrusted upon them." He said, trying to sound hopeful, although he failed miserably.
Esther smiled to herself, actually glad that Rauiri seemed so uncomfortable with the conversation. She had the feeling that, if she didn't push and move fast, things would take a terrible turn for herself and her siblings if Elan took the crown. That was something she actually wanted to be in contention as long as possible, so she could find her escape.
Maybe an escape for the younger two as well, if she could manage it, though it seemed like things were going to be difficult no matter which way things turned out. She gave Rauiri's arm an affectionate squeeze as he tried to be hopeful, apparently for her sake, but it seemed to be a good place to let the conversation fester a bit.