A call to honor.

[Did I do that?]

The sky darkens across Delphina, with a flurry of snowflakes dashing by on the diagonal and accompanied by a chilly, biting wind. Poor sight and light quality, as well as snow shifts and drifts, concealed the surrounding area. Flakes accumulate easily on hair and... The plaza is filled with fresh, crisp air, followed by a swarm of black butterflies, howling, whistling wind, and the never-ending sound of drums thumping in the distance. A single message was given to Camino de Caewynn.
         

I've taken dishonor in place of honor, hatred in place of love, and in the midst of it all, I've questioned myself numerous times: which is worse... Living as a monster or dying as an honorable man?

        

Do you recall the youngster wailing in Delphina's streets all those years ago? Covered with his father's blood. What a memory.

        

I've been built and shattered by wills that were never mine, and I've been assigned a burden I didn't desire. You portrayed a life that I despise.

      

Now I'm at Delphina's gates, refusing to compromise; none of the things I was supposed to be appealed to me. The clean throne, the lovely crown, the respectable title, a safe future, a dignified life for a decent death. It first made me sick, then broke me...

     

Haunted me.

     

Finally bringing me back to you. Call it what you want, call me a brat influenced by his emotions, but I've come to take all you've stolen from me, so you may understand what it's like to live the life you gave me, to feel the anger that burns deep inside me.

      

I am waiting for you at Delphina's gates, an honorable battle in which no one will meddle, only you and me for the sake of Delphina as the real Heir, I Astra Okabe.

     

Gala'shi vel somni au, Camino.

    

[Astra Okabe]

      
Date: Saturday 17th? [Open to change]

[Sentaka]

The sky darkens across Delphina, with a flurry of snowflakes dashing by on the diagonal and accompanied by a chilly, biting wind. Poor sight and light quality, as well as snow shifts and drifts, concealed the surrounding area. Flakes accumulate easily on hair and... The plaza is filled with fresh, crisp air, followed by a swarm of black butterflies, howling, whistling wind, and the never-ending sound of drums thumping in the distance. A single message was given to Camino de Caewynn.
         

I've taken dishonor in place of honor, hatred in place of love, and in the midst of it all, I've questioned myself numerous times: which is worse... Living as a monster or dying as an honorable man?

        

Do you recall the youngster wailing in Delphina's streets all those years ago? Covered with his father's blood. What a memory.

        

I've been built and shattered by wills that were never mine, and I've been assigned a burden I didn't desire. You portrayed a life that I despise.

      

Now I'm at Delphina's gates, refusing to compromise; none of the things I was supposed to be appealed to me. The clean throne, the lovely crown, the respectable title, a safe future, a dignified life for a decent death. It first made me sick, then broke me...

     

Haunted me.

     

Finally bringing me back to you. Call it what you want, call me a brat influenced by his emotions, but I've come to take all you've stolen from me, so you may understand what it's like to live the life you gave me, to feel the anger that burns deep inside me.

      

I am waiting for you at Delphina's gates, an honorable battle in which no one will meddle, only you and me for the sake of Delphina as the real Heir, I Astra Okabe.

     

Gala'shi vel somni au, Camino.

    

[Astra Okabe]

      
Date: Saturday 17th? [Open to change]

Black and purple butterflies hover over Dal'thala separate from the black butterflies that was swarming the area. It appears the faeborn was amused at the situation that chaos was going to occur with Dal'thala, however, her butterflies spelt out a message seemingly taunting them purely out of amusement.  

Oh, seems like someone else is going after Camino. I wonder who's going to step up to save the princess of Dal'thala this time from being at the mercy of another person's feet. Don't die now because I still want your life myself.

She left the butterflies up for a half a day before they dispersed showing nothing more but neutrality and amusement for the situation.

[Bologna Prime]

Wintry omens and snow abound, it is with a much more figurative cold that response to a message given is penned and sent out as yet another order of business between notes and letters: An impassive expression held throughout, a ruthlessly efficient flow to the marking of ink upon page and its ensuing folds. An eerily calm thanks paid to the one entrusted to convey such a message before proceeding with all those remaining affairs of state remaining on the day's agenda.

I do recall such a young fellow, who I had offered the courtesy of a chance to amend for partaking of his father's treason. So too do I recall a generous wealth of the benefit of the doubt offered to you when it became increasingly clear that courtesy would mean nothing more than a buy of time for you to expend your various options down the path of vengeance - when in truth the most sage of options would have been to move on however you could.

In that stead you have gone through masks and deceit and the hopes wherever it is your tread would lead could outrun the inevitable spread of truth for whatever precious time longer. How surely you must have wished for none to meddle when you attacked the proper heir of Delphina in the cloak of night. If only you had none to witness. If only you knew the forests even a slight as not to choose such a poor landmark to strike upon. For all the paths and options tread to nought, the notion of honor shall suddenly strike you as your next? Look back upon the trail of vapid disrespects and poorly told lies whilst holding and poising the knife upon one more vulnerable than I, and you will find just how deserving you are of any trace. What precedes you are the fibers you have to weave, and this rope you make not one of honor, but one that may hang you nonetheless if you so truly insist.

Much as I know you have wielded your aunt's name to your accreditation beyond her knowledge, I will to elect to believe that it is your own delusion rather than anything instilled by your father to see in yourself any claim to the position of heir. To say he would promise the role of heir to an unproven child when such a succession is one to be weighed by merit rather than family lineage, to cast added stain upon his name.

Who yet has some measure of credit worth maintaining, despite the inevitable price of his treachery. The same cannot be said for yourself. Call to the people and land of Delphina you entitle yourself to that this be your gauntlet of honor thrown to the ground.  The people will find only a tarnished scrap, the land will respond with the same silence that nature ever gives when posed such vain pleas for recognition. No sound mind will grant you such. You treat the responsibility of royalty as the resolution to your own personal angst, professing such so plainly. No sound mind will ever answer to you.

You may find yourself humored on the thought of clashing arms, as has only been the inevitable due for your attempts upon the life of Sunsets over Moonlight. You will not, however, find yourself humored on the thought you have any right to proclaim it a matter of honor for yourself. A ceremonious act of judgement, which I will permit you to see dealt by my own hand and resisted by your own however you may offer. Do not let such an invitation mislead you however, had you held any hope of securing a grace from being hunted by the Elzara in the meanwhile it takes for this to come to pass you must find yourself mistaken. You are a criminal who is running out of blather to cover his tracks, not an esteemed guest; and despite your inclination to waste your entire lifetime upon this theater my own time has value.

- From the desk of the Lumin King, Camino de Caewynn.

Date: February 14th, or the soonest available date henceforth.