OOC: Part 3 of combined post IC: Safia Rolmar The Mountains of Mirwyth Shodaire, the Tower of Stone Observatory Spire, parlor--her wedding day "A fine tale!" Ser Rickard even clapped as she finished. "Now she's telling my tales now," Samule grumbled, but the smirk on his face showed Safia he was joking. "Is this not the same Wood where this recent battle was?" Rickard spoke to everyone then. "It is," Desmond nodded. "And, in case anyone here hasn't gotten the entire message, the Mountainmen vanquished Reynard's knights. We won't have to worry about their appearance here-" The King of the Mountains had moved his hand to pat his daughter's, when the doors flew open. Standing in the doorway was a young man with blonde locks that dripped wet. A rope, grey upon a blue field, was painted onto his armor. Flanking him were two other men in similar attire, except they wore mail with an anchor. Every man (and woman) in the room would recognize the anchor as House Delmari. "Desmond Rolmar," The young man steadied his breathe as he pronounced the name. His words seemed very rehearsed. "King of the Mountains and Lord of Shodaire, brother to Queen Kalera Delmari. I, Slade Moorecroft, coming bearing news from the Isles." He then gestured to one of his companions, who took out a sheet of parchment from his sleeve and walked it to Desmond. Ectarion flanked the one who broke away warily, while Karridan eyed the other two. The companion handed the paper to Desmond. Once the King had unrolled the sheet of paper and began reading the words, the companion slipped back to the other three men. Safia would be able to read some of the words on the paper: "King of the Isles. . .grew sick during travels. . .buried with ancestors. . .Queen . .lost in the seas. . .Korianton Rynquist and Raven to be married. . ." Though she wasn't able to see the entire letter, what little she did catch was troubling indeed. Was Nathaniel dead? And her aunt, lost? Was that what the letter said? Safia cast a concerned glance to her brothers before turning again to the king. "Father, what is it?" she asked. Desmond read the parchment many times over. Repeatedly. His eyes flew from word to word to word. Finally, he looked back up at the windblown visitors. "When?" That was all he asked. And he spoke it so gently. The room was still except for his voice. "Only a few days past." Slade nodded his head. "We were already en route when it happened. When we docked on one of those coastal Mountain towns, a messenger was waiting with letters. They'd been stamped with House Delmari's royal seal." The room was silent still. "And Kalera? How do they know?" "Hers is not confirmed, but sailors say they watched her ship go down within sight of the Mountains. She hasn't been seen or heard from since she left Delmaristead." Slade realized then all the men who were gathered there, watching him. He even met the eyes of Safia. "With their passings, Raven Delmari has assumed the throne. "And she proclaims herself Queen of the Isles." Slade finished. "Damn. . ." Ectarion swore. Ser Rickard had sat up straight in his chair, and was looking back and forth from everyone. Desmond bunched the parchment up in his fist and stood from his seat. Without saying another word, he strode from the room. As he passed the Isles men, he gestured for them to follow him, along with Karridan. The doors shut behind them when Ectarion closed them, and the room was covered in a deep shroud of silence. Safia watched her father and her brother leave with the messengers, sitting back in her chair in shocked silence for several long moments. Nathaniel, though his conduct was not always befitting a lord, had been a good man, and was always kind to her. As small children, she and Raven had often listened to him tell stories of his sea-faring days. And Kalera...she'd been the closest thing Safia had known to a mother. To learn of both their deaths, today of all days, was pushing the limits of her ability to maintain her composure. "Forgive me, my lords," she finally said, her voice shaking just a bit, "but I think we shall have to cut our meal short." She had lost her appetite anyway. "Please excuse me." She wouldn't weep in front of these men. Leaving the parlor, she managed to keep herself together long enough to get to another room, and only once she was alone did she let the tears fall. TAG: No one. To be continued.