[A loud crack is the first thing Alaric hears, and his blade is in hand before he's even gathered his bearings and determined the source of the noise. It isn't an intruder, and from a brief glance around his room, nothing is out of place or broken. Instead, a second, louder sound echoes ominously from outside and Alaric turns his attention toward the window.
It's storming. Sheets of rain pelt down hard out there, and lightning flashes far too frequently, with the crack of thunder directly behind it. This isn't any usual storm - and just as that thought occurs to him, a gust of wind tears his windows open, slicing like blades through glass and wooden frame alike.
Alaric is on his feet immediately, jumping back and out of the way of the blast. There isn't time to stop and consider how such a thing is possible (magic, most likely?) - he needs to ensure Her Majesty's safe.
...Well, after he takes a moment to get dressed, because Alaric is certainly not going to wander around the castle in his nightclothes. He's got his priorities in order.
Anyway, the hallway outside his room isn't exactly looking much better. While the castle's structure is a solid one that shouldn't be able to be dented so easily, there are places where stones are caving in. There's a loud rumble before part of the ceiling comes caving in and Alaric sighs loudly. Nothing is ever easy around here, is it...? Well, no sense idling anymore, off to find the queen.
The hallway Alaric's room is down is close to the queen's bedchambers - it has to be, given he's her bodyguard. Of course, it isn't exactly proper for any man to go barging in on the queen, regardless of the situation, but... there's something odd about this. The hallway is entirely deserted. There aren't any flustered maids or baffled butlers, no servants running to and fro in a panic, and no knights begging the queen for orders. It isn't silent - the storm is still so loud he can hear it even from here - but there's a distinct lack of people around.
No time to think about that. Alaric pounds on the door, raising his voice as he does so.]
Hey, Your Majesty! Answer if you're still alive, we've got a crisis to deal with here!
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It's storming. Sheets of rain pelt down hard out there, and lightning flashes far too frequently, with the crack of thunder directly behind it. This isn't any usual storm - and just as that thought occurs to him, a gust of wind tears his windows open, slicing like blades through glass and wooden frame alike.
Alaric is on his feet immediately, jumping back and out of the way of the blast. There isn't time to stop and consider how such a thing is possible (magic, most likely?) - he needs to ensure Her Majesty's safe.
...Well, after he takes a moment to get dressed, because Alaric is certainly not going to wander around the castle in his nightclothes. He's got his priorities in order.
Anyway, the hallway outside his room isn't exactly looking much better. While the castle's structure is a solid one that shouldn't be able to be dented so easily, there are places where stones are caving in. There's a loud rumble before part of the ceiling comes caving in and Alaric sighs loudly. Nothing is ever easy around here, is it...? Well, no sense idling anymore, off to find the queen.
The hallway Alaric's room is down is close to the queen's bedchambers - it has to be, given he's her bodyguard. Of course, it isn't exactly proper for any man to go barging in on the queen, regardless of the situation, but... there's something odd about this. The hallway is entirely deserted. There aren't any flustered maids or baffled butlers, no servants running to and fro in a panic, and no knights begging the queen for orders. It isn't silent - the storm is still so loud he can hear it even from here - but there's a distinct lack of people around.
No time to think about that. Alaric pounds on the door, raising his voice as he does so.]
Hey, Your Majesty! Answer if you're still alive, we've got a crisis to deal with here!
[...off to a great start today, aren't we.]