Posts tagged ‘Mayvis/Berklia’

Take me on a genocide tour.

Franklin frowned at Mayvis. “You’ve gone too far,” he said, his voice soft. He shook his head firmly. “May, what are you trying to do here? What did they do to warrant such treatment?” Even though he asked the question, he knew that there was nothing she could say to justify her actions. In his mind, there was no acceptable answer to his questions.

“They continually defy my people,” Mayvis said. Her hands clenched into fists. “Ophelia’s children need to learn their place.”

Scowling, Franklin didn’t say anything. Secretly, he was deciding what to do. He would start with consulting with his brothers and go from there. One thing he knew for certain: Mayvis would not go unpunished for her actions.

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone

For the first time since Mayvis had made him join her in union, Franklin felt anger towards her. What she was doing to Ophelia’s children was wrong. There was no other word for it. What was worse, by hurting them, Mayvis was hurting Ophelia as well. It broke his heart to hear the normally, cheery and vibrant nation crying to herself all the time.

“How long are you going to persist in persecuting the Shynians, May?” he asked her, as he brushed her hair for her that evening.

Mayvis’s delicate little hands balled into fists. “For as long as it takes to break their spirit,” she said, her voice strained.

Biting his lip, Franklin nodded. He wanted to tell her exactly what he thought, but it wouldn’t help matters. If anything, it would only make things worse. “Of course,” he said, his voice soft. He set the brush to one side. Then, he bowed politely and slipped out of the room.

He made his way down to the front door. As Franklin was pulling on his cloak, a soft voice called his name. He turned to see Jared standing on the steps.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice faint.

Franklin shook his head. “May’s gone too far,” he said. “I can’t just sit by anymore. My people – our people need to act. Can you get word to your children?”

Jared nodded once. “I’ll tell Logan the time’s come,” he said. Then, he spun away and sprinted up the steps on silent feet.

After taking a steadying breath, Franklin nodded. Jared had the right of it. The time to bide their time had passed. Now, it was time to act. They needed to force Mayvis’s people out of their lands once and for all. Otherwise, they ran the risk of losing Ophelia forever. “Hold on just a bit longer, Ophelia,” he murmured. Then, he hurried out the door.

not just a dumb blondie

Vincent growled under his breath and shook his head. “I swear, he does it on purpose,” he grumbled.

“What’s that?” Mayvis asked, looking over at him. Her brows furrowed as she noticed that Vincent’s cloak was faintly pink, rather than the normal snowy white. “What happened to your cloak?”

“Jared,” Vincent said, shaking his head. “He’s absolutely useless! Whatever task I give him, he messes it up somehow.”

Franklin’s brows twitched and he looked away from the pair. He spotted Jared out in the garden. He was cheerfully pulling out tulips – bulb and all. Franklin knew that Jared knew the tulips weren’t weeds. It was like Vincent thought. He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to serve them. This was his quiet little rebellion.

“You probably shouldn’t have sent him to weed the flower beds,” Franklin murmured.

Vincent gasped. “My tulips,” he cried. Then, he flew out of the room.

Mayvis shook her head and left the room as well. Once he was alone, Franklin hid a smile. “Just be careful, Brother,” he murmured. “There’s only so far you can push this act before they retaliate.”

a match made in hell

Jared frowned as the sound of shouting came from the other room. He shook his head and glanced over at Logan. “Will they kill each other, d’you think?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Logan smirked. He flinched when a crash emanated from the other room. “I think it far more likely that she will kill him,” he said, his voice soft. He peered through the doorway, being careful not to step into view of the couple.

When he returned and stepped over to the stove once more, Jared said, “It’s quiet, at least.”

“She stormed out of the room,” Logan said. He shook his head and added, “I’d stay out of her way, if I were you.”

Jared laughed and nodded. He wasn’t about to argue with Logan. Generally, he read Mayvis quite well. If he said to stay out of her way, Jared intended to do just that. “And Franklin says they were made for each other,” he said.

“Yeah, but he never mentions who made her,” Logan pointed out.

Freedom isn’t living without rules

“Without rules,” Mayvis was fond of telling them, “there was chaos.” That was, she said, the reason why she had so many rules in her home. There were rules about when they had to get up and when they had to go to bed. There were rules about when they ate and what they ate. There were rules about what language they could speak and what they were free to talk about.

When Jared had balked, she’d told him that his life before had been chaos, because he hadn’t lived by any sort of rules. She’d also punished him – a consequence of breaking one of her many rules. What she didn’t seem to understand was that he had lived according to rules. They just were different from hers.

He sat with his back against the door and his eyes closed. Eventually, she would come back and asked if he’d learned his lesson. A smirk came to his lips. Yes, he knew now that speaking his mind was forbidden in this house. It wasn’t something he was likely to forget any time soon.

Jared missed home. He missed having the freedom to make his own decisions about what he ate and how he dressed and who he spoke to. He missed having the freedom to leave a note for his brothers and then go out among their people for a few days. He’d always had rules that he needed to abide by. He knew the value of having rules. What he hated was that Mayvis’s rules were stifling.

Watch Out For Death Flags

Logan let out a muffled cry when someone caught him and hauled him back into a narrow alleyway. A hand was clamped down over his mouth. His eyes were wide and he trembled slightly, to afraid to fight.

He stiffened when he saw Mayvis stalk by the alleyway. He leaned back against the person holding him, but she continued on her way.

After she was gone, the hand slipped away from his mouth. “She was going to kill you,” a soft, familiar voice said.

Blinking, Logan glanced over his shoulder. “Jeffrey?” he whispered. “What – what are you doing here?”

Jeffrey flashed him a smile. Leaning close, he said, “I came to help you, silly.” He winked and then caught Logan by the hand. “Jared’s hiding out at my house. Come on.”

Logan sighed in relief. Jared was safe. Soon, he would be safe as well. “Thank you,” he said, his voice faint.

Disasters come in Threes

Mayvis was angry. Peter sighed softly as he watched her rage through the sitting room. Honestly, was that helping? He leaned back on the wall and shook his head. Franklin, Jared and Logan had escaped. Not only that, they’d destroyed her ships. That meant they couldn’t be pursued and recaptured. Additionally, they’d rescued Ian and brought him with them.

“So,” Peter said, as things quieted in the sitting room, “if you’re over your tantrum… do you think we should come up with some sort of plan.”

He was answered by a large, heavy vase flying at him. Clearly, Mayvis wasn’t quite over her tantrum.

Unlikable things are…

“She is the most infuriating…”

“adorable…”

“frustrating…”

“sweet…”

“little imp that I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life,” Mayvis growled. She looked over at Franklin. “How do you put up with her?”

“Ophelia’s like a little doll,” he said, grinning.

“A little doll that has a mischievous streak a mile wide,” Mayvis snapped.

Franklin grinned. “All part of her charm,” he said, nodding.

For God, King and Family

Franklin sat quietly, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “I gotta hand it to her,” he said, finally, “she’s sneaky.”

“In Ophelia,” Jared said, resting his chin in his hand, “that in an endearing trait. In Mayvis… not so much.”

“That’s because Ophelia doesn’t use her sneakiness against us,” Logan said. He sighed and leaned back against the wall. His gaze grew distant as he looked out at the foreign countryside.

Jared nodded. He looked up at Franklin. “Her alliance is officially with you,” he said. “That means you, at least, have a level of independence. That’s not true with us. We were just member states of the Loyalian Empire to begin with.”

“She treats us like servants,” Logan said, nodding.

Franklin grimaced. “I’ll try… talking to her,” he said. He stood and headed for the door. “You’re my brothers. She… shouldn’t treat you that way.”

After Franklin had left, Logan asked, “Do you think it’ll do any good?”

Jared stifled a laugh and shook his head. “It might, if Franklin would actually talk to her,” he said, leaning back in his chair to stare at the ceiling. “The problem is, of course…”

“He won’t,” Logan said, his voice soft. “Her government is in control now and he’ll honor that. I wouldn’t! You’re family!”

“Neither would I,” Jared said, straightening. He shook his head and laughed. This time he didn’t bother muffling the sound. “Why do you think they allied with Telloa and not Riama or Dixole? They knew our nature – the nature of our people – well enough to strike at the weak link.”

Logan sighed and nodded, returning his gaze to the rolling fields of the land that was, for the time being, their home. “Where is Ophelia?”

“Scurrying around in the walls like an overgrown mouse,” Jared said, a playful smile touching his lips. “God love her. She’ll get us out of this yet. You mark my words.”

((The title is the Loyalian motto.))

There’s no taming this shrew

Franklin sighed when he hear Mayvis call him from the other room. Why? Why had he ever agreed to ally with her in the first place? He thought about it as he made his way through the hallways towards her.

She’d always been this way – short tempered and demanding. She knew what she wanted and she expected to get everything immediately when she asked for it. He’d thought, after they’d first made their allegiance that she might settle down after a while. After all, she looked so sweet and gentle. This had to be just a front she put up. Right?

Now, though, he wondered if the sweet, gentle looks were the front. Maybe she worked at looking that way so that she could lure men in and then… well, there was no way he was ever going to get her to stop nagging at him. He was seriously regretting his decision now. The problem was… what choice did he have?

“You called me, my dear?” he said, tilting his head to one side.

Mayvis frowned. “It took you long enough,” she snapped.

Then, she went into a tirade about how he needed to find Ophelia and why couldn’t he control one silly little girl. Franklin just nodded and smiled faintly. Yeah, he really needed to find a way out of this alliance.