Gathering up

4th Madidae, the 31th day of the month of Semens (Sem), the 3672nd year of Salvation's Landing

As was the usual, Reglin woke before his two lovers. And once more, light had not begun to shine from behind the drapes that hung over Tabitha’s massive windows. He felt well rested, as he has every morning since he had been able to enhance his physical prowess.

With said prowess, the big man was able to navigate getting out from being entangled with his women and out of the bed totally. The room was kept relatively comfortable by the oversized fireplace that somehow managed to burn at a slow burn throughout the night. He was relatively certain that there was magick involved in that. But, because of it, Reglin didn’t feel it necessary to rush for his robe that Tabitha had gifted him. Instead, he chose to walk about in his natural state.

In the dark he made his way to the beltpouch that held the artifact’s scrollcase and was able to withdraw it. There was a definite lack of light for him to read it, but he had decided that he would spend a decent amount of time studying it this morning once his eyes could read it.

He recalled that there was a channel available to him that would enhance his senses. He wondered if he were to invest the mana into it, would he be able to read with the ambient light available to him. He wouldn’t know anytime soon, he thought, for he had a pretty decent idea of what his streams would go toward for some time. Though, he did like to make some allowances.

Shuffling his way, Reglin was able to find a lounger couch that he sat down in, then leaned back on the rest to relax. He had time to just think. Given time to reflect on the past seven days or so he could only shake his head in astonishment. So much had unfolded on each day it seemed. Would that be the way of things going forward? Would every day bring about such volatility? Part of him hoped so because he was exciting. But another part of him would love some time to just be with these amazing women he had come to love, or at least care for. But it seemed as though the roster was forever growing, making it so it was as if he was constantly trying to cultivate some sort of relationship. He liked that aspect but felt like he was missing things with those he had found already.

Dwelling on such matters for a time, Reglin’s attention was drawn away with the rising of Tabitha. She was not one to sleep in much as of late either. Reglin had always thought she was a late sleeper but found that it was just a preference at the time. Now that he had become a major point of import in her life, she had begun to shift her schedule. It didn’t hurt that she also didn’t need to sleep a typical night’s sleep to rejuvenate herself.

A small group of lamps began to glow a faint light. In the shadows Reglin was treated to the sight of the sexy silhouette of Tabitha’s incredibly fit form moving about and finding her robe. She pulled it on and tied it up before starting to walk his way. As she did the lamps she left behind flickered out, while the ones she approached bloomed to light. There was something ethereal about it that stoked the imagination in the guardsman, reminding him of just the wonders of this world.

When the lamps lit near enough for him to see her clear enough, he noted the soft smile that he thought was her mainstay for that lovely face of hers. As she got closer, Reglin scooted himself to one side and patted the other. With little hesitation, the Magisitricia reclined down next to him, sighing softly, “So, you have the artifact… What are you thinking about?” She murmured quietly enough to keep from carrying.

Opening it fully now that the light was available, Reglin held it up in front of both of them. “Just wondering if there are more things in here that keep showing up randomly that we may have not noticed…” One thing he did notice though. Those magnificent tits of hers were just barely covered by the thin, silky material of her robes. The allure of them just out of sight did make concentration difficult.

Tabitha nodded at his words, then noticed where his eyes wandered to. She did him no favors then when she adjusted herself to lay on one side. Gravity caused one of those tanned tits to fall free and begged for his gaze. Instead, he gave a glare of insincere hostility, for which she responded with a light, lilting laugh.

Somehow managing to focus, the two of them began to read more of what had become available. Seeing what could be given to Oliyah was eye-opening, but there were other things to prioritize as well. With the amount that he accumulated, even after giving Yelena the ability to magick, he had close to three hundred streams of mana to work with.

He would need a lot more mana if he were to further change the norm of his plural relationships. Right now it was only seen as normal for him specifically to have many lovers. He would need over a thousand more for it to be seen as normal for any woman to be his lover, removing the stigmatization of being just one of many.

Looking more, Reglin of course coveted more ability in the martial arena and that was only a little over a hundred away to become just one in two-hundred thousand in terms of combat, tactics, and leadership. To be so elite in everything martial would once again be seen as close to superhuman. When combined with his physical prowess and stature, the owner of the artifact was certain to be seen as something above others. He had a feeling that this was very intentional.

So many choices to make. He would also like to acquire ‘gifted tongue’ to aid him in learning other languages as well as some other peripheral benefits that Reglin went ahead and assumed were of an intimate nature. That one he could activate now even. Should he? Tabitha thought it a prudent play, but understood the reticence of spending when there were so many options. Five hundred for Oliyah was costly, but seemed as though it could be worth it.

His honey-haired lover cozied up to his shoulder, leaning her head on it while reading the scroll alongside him. She must’ve learned his pace or was just patient with him because she seldom commented about where his eyes went on the parchment. More strategizing about how to optimize the capabilities of the artifact led to more ideas.

It was while deep in conversation with Tabitha that Reglin was startled by the feel of wet lips surrounding his less than rigid member. Moving the scroll to the side, to see Asha’s Hazel eyes looking up at him, her cheeks showing as much of a grin as she could with her mouth full. The suction increased as she bobbed up and down a few more times, each repetition bringing more and more girth to the guard’s rapidly hardening cock. Finally, she pulled up and off of his fully turgid shaft with a loud pop and a deep moan from her throat.

“Last night you were so gentle and loving…” the big-bottomed brunette said in a low, sultry voice. It caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. “It was wonderful. You made me feel like cherished, as you did for Tabitha as well…” Her words were accompanied by her hand slowly working the length of his rod.

“It just felt right… I believe it might have been carried over from being with Yelena…” He sighed with pleasure. “I couldn’t go from a trot to a gallop, metaphorically speaking. I just wanted you both to know how much I care for you.”

Another throaty moan came as Asha slid her nude form up and over him, “I could tell, and I loved it…” she lined herself up on his cock, his head feeling the already wet slit as it parted for him, “But now I think I would like to ride at a full gallop…” The mischievous grin on her lips and in her eyes was contagious not only to him, but it must’ve worked on Tabitha as well. She leaned over in front of him and kissed him with unbridled passion as Reglin lost the view of Asha impaling herself fully on his girth. In moments she had increased the tempo to one that threatened the structural integrity of the chais. With that in mind, the big man lifted her by her voluptuous ass and stood easily enough. The pleased gasps and squeals were evidence that the girl was appreciating being manhandled. He kissed her neck as he held her up on him, “Let’s take this to the bed.”

Tabitha followed as Reglin carried Asha over to the bed slowly, so that he could continue to thrust into her often enough to actually bring her to orgasm in transit. He turned and laid on his back to allow Asha to ride as she had requested.

Over the course of the next half-bell Asha and Tabitha took turns riding Reglin, bringing on more than a few climaxes. In turn, Tabitha earned herself a cunt full of cum that Asha was more than happy to clean up with lascivious greed. When it came for her own cumshot from her lover, she wanted him to coat her luscious ass with his pearly seed. He had been more than happy to oblige.

What was more surprising was the lewdness Tabitha then showed. With Asha on all fours, the Magistricia kneeled alongside a hip and leaned over to lick a dollop of his cum off a cheek, exulting in the flavor that it provided. Taking more onto a forefinger, she leaned over and fed it to an eager Asha whose noises showed her appreciation. Tabitha then went back to Asha’s cum-covered ass and began scooping up the prodigious load on her fingers and slid down that lovely backside’s crack to her cute little wrinkled ring. Surprising both of her lovers, Tabitha coated with semen before sliding inside. She was only going for shock value it seemed and not to actually finger Asha’s asshole, because she quickly bent back over and began licking as much of the seed up as she could with Asha making pleased little mewling noises from her tongue on her rosebud. The girls were ever getting closer, Reglin thought to himself with a smile.

And just as quickly that she turned slutty, the Magistricia flipped her persona once more and became her usual scholarly self. “We should get a bath and get some breakfast…” The tanned and buxom blonde stood up and looked toward the bathing chambers.

Reglin and Asha both looked at each other with incredulous looks and couldn’t keep from laughing. Asha’s giggle was adorable as she struggled to say, “I’m sorry Tabby. I think there might be kind of hard to take you real serious when you just had your tongue up my cum-filled asshole!” She giggled all the more at her crude words.

The older woman raised a brow at that, barely showing a crack in her façade, “Oh? Did you enjoy it? Was it not pleasurable?”

Still struggling with her composure, Asha gave a semi-committed nod, “Of course…” She began to slide out of bed to join Tabitha.

“I do not see why it is such a difficult concept how I am able to be a slut and do so many debaucheries for the sake for giving someone I care for pleasure, and how I am knowledgeable about so many other things are at such an impasse.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

She had a point truly, Reglin thought. The woman was so incredibly capable at just about anything she put her mind to, why wouldn’t she be just as capable at giving her most in that venue as well. He just shrugged and nodded to himself as he slid himself out of bed as well.

Over the next half-bell the three of the lovers enjoyed a steaming bath, scrubbing each other in a playful manner while flirting and making small talk. Reglin was particularly proud of himself and Asha for keeping it so light, tempting as it was to let things go further. Tabitha was more than helpful in keeping the agenda.

After that Tabitha sent someone to the kitchens to ask for a country breakfast to be sent to her chambers as she was having lessons with her new aide. In another half a bell the food arrived and the three of them dug into the various dishes.

After eating his fill of eggs, sausages, rolls, and fruits, the Guardsman went to the wardrobe that Tabitha had set aside for his and Asha’s garments for the times that they spent the night. To be truthful, that had occurred every night since he had taken the Magistricia as a lover.

Reglin withdrew the dress uniform that the ladies had made emergency alterations to just the other night. Giving a look over to make sure all was in place, he began to dress, preparing for meeting up with the Royal Party and escorting them to the parade and drill grounds in the city proper.

Asha was more than content to lounge back and watch as she ate some fruit, her eyes not hiding her leering in any way. She was prone to making lewd or objectifying comments along the way. The Royal Advisor was more helpful with a gauging eye. Though it seemed as though she really had little to offer in the ways of improving his appearance. They both discussed if it was perhaps the scroll’s work in the way that he adjusted everything to maximize his look.

Once finished with his own dressing, the two women came to him and kissed him loving passion, knowing that as a guard that he should be the first to arrive for the escort. They had begun getting themselves ready for the entourage to come as well. Reglin gave them appreciative comments and even more appreciative looks before making his way to the rooftops and over to the service stairwell.

Making a quick stop at the guardhouse, the guard paid respects to the skeleton crew around. He just needed to pick up his flamberge from his locker. Once retrieved and buckled on, Reglin headed out back to the rendezvous.

Surprising no one, Reglin was not the first to arrive. At the point where the Royal carriage was stood the stark and severe-looking Steward. Govren. The man was shorter than he, but somehow managed to look longer somehow. He looked over at Reglin and gave the slightest of nods, a knowing look the was held for just a moment.

From the far side of the massive carriage the stocky figure of Lim appeared, his eyes looking over the means of conveyance with his own gauging eyes. He always had a powerful look to him, but the dress uniform definitely did not do him any favors in regards to his build. Looking a bit like a sausage, Reglin’s friend did no show any outwards sign of any inconvenience, however. Instead, he had the slight smile that was commonplace for the jovial and charismatic guard. Looking his way, Lim spoke, “Hey Goldy! Nice seeing you again… It’s only been, what? Sixteen hours or so? I swear I need a day off from the sight of you and your ugly mug.” His smile widened to grin and Reglin could not help but duplicate it himself. The man would win no pageants, but instead chose to poke fun at the young guard’s appearance. Such was the way of things in the service.

“Please Lim, believe me when I say that I for certain don’t want to see you any more than I have to. But I guess I have to one more day this week. I must’ve lost some sort of cosmic bet to earn it, I swear…” Reglin retorted, earning a chuckle from Lim, an amused albeit slightly snort from Govren, and single guffaw of entertainment that was common from Boll as he followed Lim from behind the Carriage. Reglin gave the veteran a nod of respect and got one in return.

The three guards made small talk with Lim making commentary about who Reglin would be matching up against on the grounds. Boll would either nod or shrug at whatever the stout guard’s advice as they watched some of the cartwrights heaped grease onto the carriage’s wheels and axle.

Shortly after the first member of the Royal family arrived. Princess Cirsha strode up with a pleasant smile on her face, wearing a golden dress with crimson trim that showed off her athletic build that Reglin could not help but appreciate. She made eye contact with the tall guardsman and color seeped into her cheeks, her smile widened looking a bit uncomfortable. She dropped her look by turning her head to speak to her handmaiden, Iridia, who wore a crimson gown to represent the Polivander house colors.

The handmaiden looked mildly entertained by the youngest Princess, but wasn’t overly impressed with whatever the athletic Princess was speaking about. Reglin was pretty sure that he saw the muscular woman’s eyes roll.

It was shortly after that Princess Yelena and Oliyah showed up, looking a bit worse for wear. Not surprising, given what they had been up to the previous night. The tiny blonde Princess wore a form-fitting dress of forest green that was counter to the norm in the kingdom. Reglin wondered how her father would react to it as well as her younger sister’s attire. Yelena offered a soft smile to Reglin and his cohorts before giving a greeting to her younger sister. The two of them began to speak in low volumes that Reglin couldn’t hear from their current location.

Oliyah’s rose-gold dress was cut in such a way that it accentuated her average-sized breasts nicely, prominently displaying them in a fashion far more appealing than just average. Then again, average size does not mean average shape or feel, Reglin thought to himself. A peculiarity she had was a veil that hung before her face, held there by a gorgeous string of pearls interwoven in the brunette maiden’s hair. Overall, the average woman looked nothing the sort. She had a feeling of… exoticness? That’s what came to Reglin’s mind at least. He had a hard time not looking at her, and in doing so, noticed that she looked in his direction at a substantial rate herself.

Next came Tabitha and Asha, walking arm in arm and talking lowly with smiles and a giggle here or there from the younger woman. Tabitha’s dress showed off her impressive bosom, cleavage quite on display with the blue dress a few shades too dark to be of the royal color. She smiled at him knowingly and Reglin immediately knew that neither Yelena or Cirsha would be troubled by their father when compared to what his own Advisor was wearing.

The scarlet red of Asha’s dress contrasted with Tabitha’s own beautifully, making both of his lover’s look all the more attractive next to one another. The cut did not put her modest breasts out there to be ogled, but it did do so for her hips and ass. Shonda truly knew how to make her customer look extraordinary. Her own smile for Reglin was more mischievous, almost as if she wanted to stick her tongue out at him.

“Asha girl? Is that you?” Lim’s voice sounded genuinely confused. The words made his young lover’s cheeks go rosy as the boulder of a guard approached, “Goodness girl, do you look lovely…” His words were perhaps some of the most heartfelt words that Reglin could recall the man saying. Most of the time, his words were braggadocios or teasing. There was almost an awe in his tone that made poor Asha’s cheeks go from rosy to crimson.

“Would you stop embarrassing a girl, you big lump of a man!” She whispered at him with the bite of attitude in it. “What? Didn’t think I could clean up this well, you blustering fool?” Her words had softened then, and Boll gave his partner an elbow to his ribs.

That started Lim, who gave a shake of his head, “No, m’dear… I thought you might. It’s just thinkin’ and then seein’ are two different things…” He bowed at the waist then, “I humbly apologize for any embarrassment I may have caused, Mistress…” His words were truly ones of respect and affection to Reglin’s ears.

Those words managed to keep Asha’s face a dark red in shade as she shushed the man, “No harm done! Now stop acting the loon, Lim.” She playfully slapped the big man’s shoulder and Reglin couldn’t help but chuckle.

Trying to not let his amusement show too much at how uncomfortable Lim was making Asha, Reglin turned toward the hedge pathway that led to their spot from the palace. Just in time to see the oldest Princess come from behind the bushes, walking directly into the young Guardsman’s path, almost running right into him. Luckily Reglin’s enhanced reactions allowed to him to dodge out of the way leaving neither no worse for wear.

The Princess’s face showed mild alarm at the suddenness of the interaction, though she managed to cool her face quick enough. Reglin, for his part, immediately made a leg and bowed to the eldest Polivander Princess.

Wearing a dress almost as risqué as Tabitha, Katya’s dress showed of her impressive figure within the confines of an ice blue silk with white trim. The amount of breastflesh shown was tantalizing regardless of how Reglin felt about the Princess. Though he stood about a foot taller than the woman, she somehow managed the haughty look of domineering as she regarded him. He did, however, catch her eyes glance about his person in furtive glances that she might not have even realized she was making.

“Your Highness. Forgive me. I did not here your approach…” His words were more out of duty than conviction, but he meant it in his own way.

While she stood still regarding him, two of the Princess’s handmaidens came bustling up and almost ran headlong into Katya. The massive tits of Catarine arrived before even she did, bouncing about in a most enticing manner. Her face was flushed from either embarrassment or exertion from trying to catch up with her Princess. When the redhead looked at Reglin her eyes went wide, “Gods! I dinna remember ya bein’ so tall!” Upon further examination the less than shy maiden continued, “Nor so broad! An’ ya dinna hae the beard either.” Her eyes narrowed as she peered more intently, “Do ya be the same boy? Mebbe an alder brutha of the lad Reglin?”

Princess Katya sighed audibly and Reglin looked at her in time to see her eyes roll. “I will not apologize for her. I have tried too long to refine her for proper company, but the girl is nothing if not obstinate.” She looked at Reglin then with a look that if he didn’t know better, he might have thought it was apologetic.

The smile that came to his face was in fact sincere. The guileless charm of Catarine and the almost abashed nature of Katya. “Most patient and kind of you, Princess…” Reglin bowed his head at that.

The bout of civility seems to have come to an end, however. The Princess gathers herself up and continued on toward the massive carriage followed by Catarine. The slip of a maiden, Erynna that had always been seen as Katya’s shadow was held in place for some moments while looking at Reglin with some intensity before catching herself and hurried after the Princess. Without looking any bit stressed, Gwynfuir, the strawberry blonde handmaiden looked at the tall Guardsman with hooded eyes and a slight smirk on her pale lips.

Taking in the whole situation, Reglin could only give his head a slight shake. He turned back to look at the hedge just in time to see King Oren and Queen Delliah come into view, the Queen holding her arm through the King’s arm.

The King and Queen approached Reglin, and the young guard turned to get out of their path. The King’s eyes were set on tall man, however. As they got to him, King Oren stopped and turned to look him in the eyes.

King Oren’s shoulders were broad, almost as wide as Reglin’s own augmented frame. He stood a few inches shorter but was thicker in muscle density. His hair was a sandy blond, well-seasoned with silver that continued on into a full beard. His blue eyes were penetrating, but friendly enough. His lined face had a small smile as he looked at his newest guard. His garb was luxurious in its black with crimson trim. “So, you have returned to palace. Though, to be honest, I do not think I would ever have made the association of you with the messenger boy that ran these halls those years ago…”

Reglin bowed his head and nodded, “I cannot fault you for that, my King. I have changed drastically over the years. I suppose I was a late bloomer or sorts, your Highness.”

The giggles and chuckles that came from Reglin stating the obvious were numerous from just about each of the small groups. The King smirked in amusement himself, but continued on with his conversation, “And you have proven yourself out in the field by all reports. A wytchhunter? Dangerous work with barbarous magickers out on the Marches. Hiding out in those forests… Who knows what those wytches are able to conjure up…” He gave a shake of his head at the thought.

The only thing to do was to agree and downplay it truly, “They are conniving and duplicitous to be sure, but my unit seemed to have a knack for neutralizing them.” He gave a self-deprecating shrug at that, trying to keep from being overly theatrical, however.

“And you will be representing your shift this day on the drill grounds with a chance to champion the Polivandrians next week when the counsel meets… Seems like the knack might be coming from someone in particular. Do not sell yourself short, Young Reglin. I have a message or two from the West that you happen to be the subject of…” He patted his wife’s hand at that, “Though that will be for later this week, I believe.”

Seeing the affectionate gesture to the Queen drew Reglin’s eyes to her. She was tall for a woman, though not like Freighla or Wilmyna. She stood of a height with her eldest daughter, perhaps an inch taller at about five foot ten inches or so. Her southern skin was darker in complexion and looked lovely with her black hair, peppered ever so slightly with its own silver. Her crimson dress looked more in line with the societal norms of Polivandria, though there was the slightest hint of bosom showing. Her heavy-lidded eyes were a mystery in what they said as she looked at Reglin. He bowed his head respectfully, “I suppose we should be about, your Highness?” He asked.

“There will be one more on this trip, young one.” came a man’s voice dripping in levity. Reglin turned to see the Crown Prince Tilan approaching, a wide smile on his face. It had been said that he was in the palace for the past few days, but it was of no surprise that few saw him in those days. Reglin remember the man being pleasant enough, though perhaps a bit too carefree to be taken too seriously.

Standing about six feet tall, Tilan was more slight than his older brother, though not frail by any means. If one were to think of the King as a mastiff, the Prince would be more like a hound. Plenty of power in his frame, just lacking in comparison only. The King and Queen had stepped off toward the carriage as the Prince almost jogged up to Reglin, a jovial glint in his eyes, “Big bastard, aren’t you?” He reached out and clapped a hand on the guard’s upper arm, “Gods man! What were they feeding you out on the Marches. Might have to head out that way if I can put a few more pounds of muscle!” He laughed then, “Who am I kidding? I would get too distracted with all the game in the forest.”

The Prince was done with their brief interaction then and turned to follow after his older brother. The Prince was notorious for the amount of hunting he did. He could disappear for months at a time while out on a hunt.

That was Reglin’s cue. The tall Guardsman strode off toward the giant carriage painted in the black and crimson of House Polivander. Waiting at the entry were the King and Queen. It looked as though Lim and Boll were going to leave all the Royal interactions to the youngest of the guards, as they stood out at the head of the eight-horse team hooked to the behemoth transportation.

Hurrying up, Reglin took hold of the carriage door and opened it wide. Reaching in, he grabbed the steps that were carried within and placed them down so that everyone would make the climb easily enough. Once situated, Reglin offered his hand to Queen Delliah as King Oren let go.

The Queen took his hand daintily and climbed up effortlessly, followed right after by the King. The two took to the back row rear bench of the carriage. In all, there were four benches. Two facing each other in the rear, and two facing each other in the front.

As Reglin went about helping most everyone in, besides the Prince, the seating was the King, Queen, and Prince in the rear back row. In the opposite bench was Tabitha, Asha, and Govren. In the rear bench of the front row was Princess Katya and her handmaids. That left the frontmost bench for Princess Yelena, Oliyah, Princess Cirsha, and Iridia.

Once all were settled into their seats, Reglin, Lim, and Boll all took up their own positions on the outside running boards, grabbing onto the handholds the carriage had mount at various spots. Reglin happened to be close to the front, standing just outside of where Oliyah and Yelena sat. As the driver got the horses to move, Reglin heard Katya say something from behind him. “Seems like we got a nice view from here…”

Yelena’s face ducked down and colored in some sort of embarrassment, though she did look to Reglin with side eyes. Never one to hold to social morays, Oliyah leaned toward the young Guard and said loud enough for most in the front to hear over the horses, “I think she was complimenting your ass, Master Reglin.” The smile she wore was wide and the only thing Reglin could do was shake his head with a snort of a laugh. Perhaps this would be a long trip with this group…

~This is knowledge for the Reader~

The Affection Multiplier

~Mana: 261 (+58) 319~

~Mana Channels: ~Labiae Passionii (Lips of Passion) free, ~ Corpu Vigorii (Vigorous Body) 100, ~ Uirtau Proelium (Martial Prowess) 100, ~Mensu Lucidae (Bright Mind) 100, ~ Tactu Beatae (Blissful Touch) 100, ~Plurem Amatrixae Normalii (The Normalcy of Many Loves) 500, ~Corpu Libidaem (Lustful Body) 100, ~Corpu Spectabilum (Intimidating Body) 100, ~Mentulae Potencii (Potent Cock) 150, ~Limbu Infinitum (Endless Loins) 100, ~Voluptae Gustatum (Delightful Flavor, Gratify the Appetite), ~Figurae Cultura (Shaping Culture), ~Vulgum Venerae (The Love of the Masses), ~Corpu Vigorii Magii (A More Vigorous Body) 400, ~Fluxii Magickae (The Flow of Magick - Yelena Polivander) 500

~Lovers~ A: 300 E: 300 L: 300
~Tabitha~ Affectionae: 100 Erosii: 100 Libidae: 100 (Effective 57)
~Asha~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 51)
~Princess Yelena~ A: 100 E: 100 L: 100 (Effective 65)

~Royal Polivander House~ A: -32 (+12) -21 L: 0 (+2) 2
~King Oren~ A: 3 (+3) 6
~Queen Delliah~ A: 0 (+2) 2
~Princess Katya~ A: -50 (+2) -48
~Princess Cirsha~ A: 18 (+4) 22 L: 0 (+2) 2
~Crown Prince Tilan~ A: -10 (+1) -9

~Nobles~ A: 125 (+7) 132 E: 12 (+1) 13 L: 88 (+1) 89
~Lady Wilmyna~ A: 72 (+3) 75 E: 12 (+1) 13 L: 63 (+1) 64
~Lady Falina~ A: 28 (+2) 30 L: 10
~Lady Vidala~ A: 25 (+2) 27 L: 15

~Royal and Noble maidens~ A: 234 (+19) 234 E: 22 (+2) 24 L: 162 (+9) 171
~Maiden Caterina~ A: 20 (+4) 24 E: 1 L: 4 (+2) 6
~Maiden Gwynfuir~ A: 15 (+1) 16
~Maiden Erynna~ A: 6 (+3) 9
~Maiden Oliyah~ A: 67 (+3) 70 E: 14 (+2) 16 L: 55(+3) 58
~Maiden Iridia~ A: 4 (+2) 6
~Maiden Freighla~ A: 76 (+2) 78 E: 7 L: 67 (+2) 69
~Maiden Deela~ A: 16 (+2) 18 L: 2
~Maid Camilla~ A: 30 (+2) 32 L: 34 (+2) 36

~Day watch~ A: 249 (+4) 253 E: 3
~Grahm~ A: 41
~Lim~ A: 63 (+2) 65 E: 3
~Boll~ A: 41 (+2) 43
~Halpern~ A: 29
~Nimit~ A: 22
~Gamil~ A: 10
~Magnurs~ A: 14
~Canith~ A: 12
~Yohan~ A: 9
~Sebestin~ A: 5
~Yorick~ A: 5

~Palace Staff~ A: 70 (+1) 71 L: 8
~Lina~ A: 48 L: 6
~Govren~ A: 7 (+1) 8
~Shonda~ A: 15 L: 2