The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

Alasdair and Lamir, though alike in their rulership, are completely opposite in character. Though Alasdair technically has a higher rank than Lamir, he still feels that he has much to learn from the ancient ruler. A lasdair engaged with Lamir, the party were inclined to leave the two sovereigns to themselves, the one austere and decisive, and the other all good-nature and concern that he should offend his host. Though the customs of Lucentia were a novelty to the Frewyn king, Lamir’s stern integrity intimidated him; he was awe-struck by his benevolent yet unyielding command, besieged by his fearless and vigilant countenance, and though the prince walked with soundless step and quiet civility, his presence summoned unmitigated veneration from every Lucentian passed. Where Lamir’s gaze gave no quarter, his heart resonated with the truest sense of decided fondness for his people. In walking at Lamir’s side, listening to his firm but purring voice, and observing his manner of walking an...

Ladrei, Arkastino and Nidello Maccadrin are Lucentia's mafia heads. Here is a little bit from one of their episodes: They hurried through the quieted marketplace toward the evening bustle of the café district. The clinking of teacups, the buzz of café raillery, and the civil thanks of proprietors furnished their search for the correct address. Janir’s home was in a part of the lively district that Ladrei had not visited in some time; it was rather far from his father’s establishment: a quiet set of thin lanes screened by the shadows of the adjacent prepossessing buildings, and in one of the alleyways, tucked away in a darkened corner, was a small door to a one-room apartment, quite out of the way and undecorated for the front of a residence. For a trader and conveyer such as Janir, he could not be said to be living beyond his income; for a man supposedly living alone, however, such a home in such a veiled place seemed strange to Ladrei. The door, grey and unnoticeable, did not ev...

 The Washing of Feet As Lamir was either taking his small meal of fig leaves and tea at this time or delighting in Hinnia’s perfection, Ladrei thought it advisable to enter first and announce their call. He did show a presentiment for interrupting his highness during the more comforting portion of the evening, and while he was used to see Lamir in rapturous bliss- as much as his austere character could express- Ladrei had held some remorse for the disturbance, though Hinnia was ordered never to cease their session unless Lamir should demand it. He had almost expect to find his prince in the midst of tasting his succulent attendant, but upon entering the main room of the royal chambers, he discovered a very different style of enjoyment.                 There, sitting in his chair by the balcony was Prince Lamir, and sitting at his side was Hinnia. His feet were soaking in a basin of steam water, and she was...

In honour of the new art Twisk is finishing for book 8, here is a small piece from the book and the portrait of Prince Lamir she just finished. Enjoy. He stood out from the basin and dried himself by baking in the rays of the morning sun. He was given a dry cloth in which he might continue his ceremonious desiccation but there was no need. He only wished to be dressed and be gone from his chambers as soon as was possible. He ordered his attendant to bring him the clothes on his stand beside the bed, and as he placed his numerous, thick-banned rings on his fingers, she assisted him in donning the remainder of his garments. His waist sash was tied, his surcoat adjusted, and he turned to regard her work in the mirror opposing the bed as she stood to the side aspiring to have done everything with the correctness he should have liked.                 While Lamir was assessing himself, the attendant gathered the pr...

Here is a little from book 8. Enjoy.  An Evening’s Entertainment                 Ladrei and Iraiya walked across the courtyard to the marble staircase and followed the prince and his attendant into the royal chambers. Tea was directly gotten and as the men sat at the table, the two women fluttered about in silent duty as they prepared a small meal for their masters. The prince and the guildlord were soon discussing matters of business, and the women took more pleasure in speaking low to one another than to hearing their lords restate their affairs. Lamir spoke of his recent request to the Haanta to negotiate and reinstate the borders of Old Lucentia and Ladrei explained away his new ownership of the largest cafe in the district. Their conversation was attended to by the two women while they poured fresh tea and placed their meal of grapeseed oil and fig leaves before their masters, but more heartwarming th...

Hinnia, like Anelta, is a Marked of Thellis. Here is a piece of Lamir's first evening with her. Enjoy. The Marked Attendant                 It had been a day of trials for Lamir: the early morning spent disciplining a footman he had so longed to receive, the midday passed in heated contempt for the errant Thellisian prince planning to impose upon the borders he had so meticulously preserved, the afternoon expended in the royal assembly being forced to officiate and delegate the stipulations of their attack, and the evening spent at the garrison in preparation for their assault on Varron’s rebellion. A trying day indeed but a significant one, and now that night had come, granting quietude and serenity to his home, Lamir returned to his quarters only to be comforted by his new attendant. The pleasing scent and splendid company of one so docile and divine would be his day’s consolation, and when he entered the ...

Prince Lamir Elladrin has an attendant he very much adores. Here is a small piece from book 11 to tide you over until the story of the day is posted: He could bear the separation no longer. Soon he would be forced to be parted from her while attending the garrison for a ceremony which required his attention at noon and here he had spent the chief of the morning without her when he had been used to pass the morning hours performing simple administrative duties in the quietness of his room with her sitting at his feet, pouring his tea, massaging his hands when they tired of writing, replacing his sandals, bringing him his inks and quills, tying back the hanging silks when there was a cool breeze for them to share. He had passed an excellent morning in acquainting himself with one whom he hoped in time would be as intimate with him as Ladrei had been, but in so doing had missed his favourite part of the day. “Hinnia,” Lamir called to her. She turned toward him and waited expectantly ...