Lorelai has an inverted triangle face shape, very angular. High cheekbones that taper into a narrow, pointed chin. She has a long, medium-width, sloping nose that is sharp-edged around the end.

She has drooping, teardrop-shaped eyes that give her a mistakenly perpetual sad appearance. The iris is a murky grey-green with hints of brown, much like the color of swamp water.

She has neat, dark brows with a gentle arch in the middle. Her lips are full and tightly pinched together, as if she frequently holds herself back from speaking.

Lorelai has small, straight shoulders that are connected to a rectangular-shaped, linear, subtly athletic build. Hidden behind the skirts of her dresses are strong legs that she has gained from riding horses. Standing still, she may appear stiff, but carries herself with surprisingly active and lively movement.

As for her attire, she doesn't like to dress flashy except for special events. Of course, being royalty, she must maintain a sense of elegance in her everyday wear.

She'll dress in mid-tone to dark colors. Yellow-orche, forest green, rust-red. The bodice is tight-fitting and the neckline is around her shoulders, decorated with lacing. The sleeves are long, sometimes puffy (other times they are completely flat). The skirt is volominous, consisting of multiple fabrics, with elaborate embrodiery on the outermost layer. When riding horses and participating in hunts, she will wear a black cape lined in ermine fur.

Voice

Lorelai has a clear, authoritative voice that surprises most upon first hearing her. Often speaking in a controlled, even tone. She has a formal accent that has been carried through her family.

Personality

Lorelai is above all, creative. Bursting with ideas... that are more often than not, ignored. Much like a wise, ancient text, forgotten and unopened, information locked inside.

She has a forceful presence that goes unknown to many. Of course, she was drilled in social etiquette from a young age, and if given the chance, will assert herself in a calm, articulate manner.

Lorelai has strong moral convictions that are most important to her, and in this regard, she is stubborn as a mule if you try getting her to change her mind.

Lorelai's emotions run deep and wants to be outspoken; she has stories to tell and opinions to share! She just wishes she had more people who would listen to her.

Relationships

King Erich — Ruler of the Naerenth Kingdom. Lorelai's father. They have a close relationship, Lorelai feels most comfortable around him.

Queen Mathilda — Queen of the Naerenth Kingdom. Lorelai's mother. They have a strained relationship. Lorelai feels that the Queen restricts her from speaking her mind.

Prince Basil — The crown prince of Naerenth. Lorelai's older brother. They have a close relationship. Other than her father, she is most like herself around Basil.

Lady Adalinde — Princess of Naerenth. Lorelai's younger sister. They have a neutral relationship, not too close nor distant. Lorelai is wary of her because she often sides with their mother.

Hobbies

Horseback riding

Hunting (on horseback)

Archery (both mounted and on foot)

Playing the harp

Singing

Likes

Intelligent conversation

Nature

Flowers and plants

Dislikes

Being underestimated

Unnecessary conflict

Dishonesty

Strengths

Quick-witted

Imaginative

Sincere

Weaknesses

Sanctimonious

Overemotional

Fanatical

Fears/Phobias

Never being taken seriously

Being worthless

Being trapped

It was all over before Lorelai could comprehend what had happened.

One moment, she was conversing with Basil in the grand hall. The next, a gang of their own knights burst into the castle. In the middle, was a person they were dragging along.

All she could see was the man's hair, red, like burning embers.

Then Lorelai's father swept through the door, powerful and dangerous, like a tempest. The doors to the castle were closed, and they were once again cut off from the rolling moors that their kingdom was built on.

The King whisked over to his children. He was a lithe, long-legged man built like a weasel, his height and broad shoulders making him an imposing figure.

Lorelai stood there in a daze as her father relayed the events of the battle, throwing in his own jabs towards the enemy King.

"A group of those street rats ambushed us in the forest," King Erich explained. "We managed to capture one of them. He's off to the dungeons as we speak."

Lorelai clasped her hands together, goosebumps running up the surface of her arm. This war kept getting closer and closer. Now it was on her own doorstep.

Beside her, Basil praised their father, his eyes bright and smile wide. A child-like glee. Lorelai's stomach twisted when he said he couldn't wait for the execution.

"Such a pity, but that's what he gets for being on the wrong side of this war!" Basil remarked with apathetic humor. Lorelai's eyes widened, that's when it came to her.

Should this man be punished because he's following orders? Her father's quarrel wasn't with the soldier, but the King he served.

King Erich lifted a hand up as to silence his son, before he continued on, "As is the law of Naerenth, I will gather my advisors, and hold a court trial."

Lorelai felt like shouting no! The weight of this situation was pushing down on her; she'd rather lock herself in her room so she could get the chance to think!

"Father," she began, voice weak. "Why go through with a trial if you know what the outcome will be?"

King Erich gave a smile that made the wrinkles around his eyes even more pronounced.

"I happen to agree with you, my dear, but these are the rules put in place by our ancestors. Their wisdom is far beyond us, they know best."

Lorelai felt like saying did they? But kept her mouth shut, too confused to argue. Her father could see the unasked question in her eyes, though.

He simply grinned at her again. "Go fetch your mother and sister, please."

Lorelai composed herself, nodded obediently, and headed for the gardens.

It had gone too fast for Axel too. They'd planned a raid - one on a group of enemy soldiers they'd spotted moving through the forest. Spies, or scouts. Something of that nature. Either way, they couldn't be allowed to return to their own militia group. So, they'd attacked.

The group itself was small, but when the commotion started other groups appeared out of nowhere, quickly out in wrong their own small group. Despite their expertise in fighting hand to hand combat like that, they were overrun.

Axel had stayed behind, fending off the group of men so some of the others could get back to the barracks and tell someone what had happened. That was the most important thing - getting the information back to their commander. He'd decide what to do next.

Axel himself was overwhelmed fairly quickly after that, but the others had gotten away. He was ok with that - he'd never expected to live very long following this lifestyle, and if his death meant that their commanders and king got information about the opposing kingdom? Well, that was alright, he supposed.

He knew what his fate would be....though, he did fight his captors the entire way back to the castle. He'd taken some heavy hits while in the battle, so he couldnt do very much, if he was being honest with himself, but he wouldn't give up until he was actually dead.

It wouldn't be long, he figured, since he'd caught a glance of the royal family, the boys face lighting up with glee as the king told him the situation. His lips curled upwards in disgust. Just because he was an enemy didn't mean his death should be a game to them.

He was shoved into a cell soon enough, chain locking around his wrists and ankles and neck. The cell was small, without any windows. The only light came from the door further down the hallway.

He let out a soft breath of air, closing his eyes as he felt his energy finally give out. He was hurt, so he supposed he'd need the change to sit down and regain some energy before the trial, if he could. No doubt that would be soon.

Lorelai stepped out into the gardens. For once, she felt unsafe here, picturing arrows from enemy soldiers to come sailing over the protective outer walls. Or maybe she was uneasy because, crouched in the grass, surrounded by heather plants and white wildflowers, was her mother.

Queen Mathilda was braiding the hair of Lorelai's younger sister, Adalinde, who had their mother's sandy hair and cornflower-blue eyes. But Adalinde also had father's round face.

Lorelai was glad that instead of being nitpicked by her mother every waking day, the Queen was focused on the daughter she favored.

So why was her heart bitter with envy?

She shook the feeling off. There were more important matters to attend to. She hesitantly inched over to them. Queen Mathilda and Adelinde stood with eyes fixed on Lorelai.

"Mother, sister," she greeted as politely as she could. "Father is going to hold a court trial. He's expecting us in the castle," the rest went unsaid. Everyone knew the royal family would attend, even if the King would be the one to hold real power. The rest would only attend for the sake of keeping up appearances.

The Queen made no comment at first. Then, she just crept over, like a snake in the grass. Lorelai wanted to run, but it felt as though her shoes were rooted to the ground.

She felt the cold, gloved hands of her mother on her shoulders, and the Queen spoke in that misleadingly gentle voice. Soft and slow, like a breeze.

"My child, you look so pale. Do not worry about the war, it shall end soon."

The muscles in Lorelai's jaw tensed, and she wanted to point out that she was not, in fact, a child.

Queen Mathilda glared, frustrated that she couldn't soothe her daughter like the frenzied animal she painted her as. A flash of sympathy towards Lorelai passed across Adalinde's face, but it left sooner than it appeared.

"When we go into the castle, I want you to act calm," Queen Mathilda hissed. "I will not tolerate another one of your outbursts."

Lorelai held in a scoff. Did her mother think so lowly of her own daughter, that she believed she would act out during a trial? Not to mention, "outbursts" was simply the Queen's way of referring to Lorelai expressing herself.

Lorelai did not respond, just gave her a hard, stony look before turning and heading back into the castle. Adalinde had caught up and walked beside her sister, not making eye contact. Lorelai could feel her mother's gaze scorching into her head.

When they reached the entrance hall, it was packed with the King's advisors. The same group of knights who brought the prisoner in hung around the outskirts. At the head of this crowd, was King Erich and Prince Basil.

The King was unaware of the tension crackling between Lorelai and his wife. Instead, he held out his arms to envelop the entire room.

"My friends and family," he mustered up a loud tone that bounced off the walls. "Today has been an important victory in the face of war. We have captured a member from one of the most brutal divisions in the enemy's army. He is now going to stand trial in Dietrich's Court."

He swung around to face the knights. "Guards, bring him to the Court immediately."

The armored men disappeared towards the dungeons. King Erich then waved his hand, gesturing for his advisors and family to follow him.

They all walked down the long hall through tall open doors that loomed over every person who stood before them. Dietrich's Court was named after Lorelai's ancestor on her grandmother's side, Dietrich Naerenth, founder of the kingdom.

It was a large room where seats were arranged along the back and sides of the walls. The king's was in the center, largest of all, distinguishable from the others. In the middle of the room, was an open space for subjects or the accused to stand before the king and plead to him.

King Erich took his seat. His family sat on both sides of him, and his advisors on both sides of his family. Lorelai's father looked calm, steady, and prepared. Her mother was waiting with hawk-like patience. Basil was twisting his hands together, amused, his eyes smiling. Adalinde stared blankly at the wall, bored. Lorelai sat rigid, stiff. She anxiously dug her finger into a groove in the long cedar table before her, nail scratching frantically at the wood.

All that was left to do, was wait for the accused to be transported to the Court.