The World of Secfenia

Rhozin smiled, glad to hear Cordelia's approval of his homeland. Even more important to him was the honesty in her voice. Her comment wasn't a mere product of good upbringing. "I'd love to show you around the orchard," he said. "And we can do that first. That is, as long as..." H...

He smiled at her comment on the green fields and trees in the distance. The beach on which they were standing was black, courtesy of the volcanic eruption that struck Kiene some ten years ago. "Welcome to Kiene," he said. A moment later, they were seated in the carriage his parents had sen...

~June 2, 1651~ Rhozin sniffed the fresh sea air, a content smile on his face. He hadn't felt this happy in ages. Yesterday was his wedding day, which went as well as could be expected. The weather was fine; the lemon and orange cake, decorated with fake pears made out of sugar, was enjoyed by most;...

Rhozin had travelled to the manor by himself. He understood his wife needed the opportunity to spend time alone with her cousin Thea. They were very close, after all, not just like family but as best friends as well. He didn't know Thea well, but he understood the young woman was important to his wi...

He blinked. She thought she was to blame? He could have killed her with the fruit from his homeland, but she thought she was to blame? "Embarrassed? Oh Cordelia, no. No, stop." He sighed and lightly squeezed her hands. "Listen, I don't know what you've heard about my family, but I can...

He received word from his family that they wouldn't attend the wedding. They wouldn't be able to hide their disappointment at his fiancées pear allergy, they said. And his friends didn't plan on showing up either. Too far away, too expensive, too many foreign nobels, but have a good life. Rhozin wo...

Rhozin sat outside Cordelia's bedroom, head in his hands. Lady Alice and the doctor were with her. Mark the steward was with him, rubbing one of his shoulders as to comfort him. "It'll be alright, milord, you'll see. I'm sure the doctor can help." Rhozin pinched the bridge of his nose. &qu...

Rhozin had checked and confirmed that the pears from Kiene were indeed exactly what he had requested, and then he had left the baker to it. Rhozin possessed a practical skill or two, but baking wasn't one of them. While Cordelia enjoyed some time outside, he had returned to his room to continue work...

"Warts?!" He blinked, and if Cordelia hadn't let go of his hand, he probably would have let go of hers. What on earth had the Fenian monarch told her about his family? "No, no indeed I don't have warts." Rhozin was even happier now that the pimples of his early adolescence had d...