Within her eyes a fire could be seen. If this man said anything else that seethed of arrogance and self importance, she would surely bite his head off. Vicious rhetoric would be her weapon of choice this evening. Words would be spat in his direction, and would turn slowly into lethal and deadly blades, with which she would cut off any form of escape he may have had.
The chance did not come, however. Upon the moment of Kalyssien's death, Elysse felt a seering pain flash through her mind. It was as if a blade had split through the middle of her forehead. As her face twisted in pain, her eyes screwed shut, Elysse had a momentary glimpse of the scene outside. When her eyes opened, the hall was in darkness. The blood coursed through her veins as her mind desperately sought some kind of answer. Slowly, the servants re-lit the candelebra. The hall and all of its occupants slowly came back into sight.
Although Elysse was almost sure that she loathed the man beside her, she would remain the loyal escort. As a knight of the court, she was obligated to stay and protect this visitor. It was obvious that he had no part in what had taken place, and it was that fact alone that told Elysse that she must stay by his side.
Kalyssien...his name rested upon her lips. Something had happened to him, and a great sorrow descended upon her heart. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was so heavy that it forced a lone tear to her eye. Her mask still remained fastened in place.
Before she could seek answers, however, a figure entered the hall. He held excalibur in his hand, and claimed that he was lord Oberon. Elysse's mouth went dry, yet continued to watch, and to listen. It did not come as a shock to her to know that Kalyssien was dead. She had known it, and could only wish that she had foreseen the event. Her head had been too crowded with other thoughts, and she had not focused her energies upon her ability. But perhaps she wouldn't have seen anything, anyway. Perhaps this was fate. With deadly resolve, she had already hardened her heart to the news of the old King's death. For at that moment, the new King entered the hall, and a hush fell over the crowd. Uther...she felt that she could put her trust in him, even though she had never before seen him, met him, or known him. As he addressed the court, Elysse could sense in him a certain power, and a certain wisdom that Kalyssien had not had.
As Llewellyn and Rahvin stepped forward, Elysse felt a similar tug. She remained by Tyrial's side, however, and it was a good choice. The new king had brushed aside those who had vowed allegiance to him, and was now making his way toward the women who was Kalyssien's murderer. Her soul cried for revenge, and hoped that somehow it would be delivered. A dead hope, however. If revenge was sought in this moment, the death toll would surely rise. Elysse still wished that she had her bow with her, however.
Tearing her gaze away from Uther and the murderer, Elysse sought the other knight's of Camelot. She should join them, somehow. Strength, indeed, does come in numbers. She was comforted when she caught the eye of Llewellyn, who stood across from her on the other side of the hall. Although she did not realise exactly what the Protector had said, she had gathered the meaning behind the imploring look that had been sent in her direction. She nodded back at Llewellyn, and she desperately wanted to go to stand beside the woman. For some reason or another, Elysse always felt comfortable beside the protector. Llewellyn, however, seemed engaged, and Elysse's company would not be missed. She remembered the desperation in Llewellyn's voice, nought but half an hour ago. Elysse did not misinterpret the body language between Llewellyn and Rahvin. Rahvin was hurt, and he needed Llewellyn's attention more than Elysse did. With a sigh, Elysse turned the King Tyrial to make sure he was still standing, before she turned her gaze once more to the new King. Whatever may come, she would remain loyal to Camelot.
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