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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 17, 2015 0:28:29 GMT
The princess tiptoed down the hall, pushing away a few servants who insisted on putting more powder on her face. Her dark, usually unruly hair was tucked into a tight bun, but she pulled it out at the first chance she got, her curls falling around her. She wore a stunning blue ballgown that accented her icy eyes. On her feet were a pair of heels so high that she could barely walk in them, so she quickly switched to her favorite white flats. She desperately wished she could pin up her dress (she hated how it got in the way of her feet), but she couldn't find a pin, and her mother would probably ground her until she was married. She sighed inwardly as she popped out into the crowd. She grinned. Other than the makeup and the clothes, the festival was actually pretty fun. She saw a group of girls who looked like they were about her age and walked over. "Hi," she said.
The prince tapped his fingers on his knees as the carriage rode through the land. He didn't know why he was so nervous: it was just a festival. Which was just a fancy word for party. Which was fun, right? Well, being prince made it a tiny bit harder to enjoy himself. People were always coming up to him, often old people like the queen's grandma or something. Ugh. Still, he sometimes found a way to enjoy himself. He walked through the doors and leaned against the wall, watching, playing his favorite game: guess who's royal. He could often tell by the way they held themselves. Some stood straight up, like they were better than everyone else, some slouchy, like they hated their outfit and they were only there because it would be unheard of for the royal not to attend the festival so their parents or someone forced them. He grinned as he noticed several snobby looking people who were probably hideous close up.
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Post by horselover on Apr 17, 2015 0:48:29 GMT
Belle looked around the room again, wondering if anyone would talk to her.
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 17, 2015 0:53:50 GMT
Celestine nodded politely. "Hi. I'm Princess Celestine of Isadora. Pleased to meet you," she said, offering her hand to shake with a smile.
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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 17, 2015 3:59:05 GMT
She grinned and shook the girl's hand. "I'm Princess Analise (insert royal last name here) of Arcadia," she said in a proper voice, then normally, "but you can call me Ana.
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 17, 2015 14:44:03 GMT
Celestine grinned. "I suppose we'll be seeing a lot of each other. I'm supposed to marry the crown prince of Arcadia, so we'll soon be sisters in law," she said.
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Post by goldenleaf on Apr 17, 2015 23:54:32 GMT
Evangeline smiled next to them, waiting for a polite time to introduce herself. (OH MAH GOSH WHISPEY WHISPEY WHISPEY IF YOUR GUY DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH COULD HE POSSIBLY LIKE SEE MY PEASANT GIRL AND THEN THINK SHE'S A ROYAL AND THEN LIKE GO UP TO HER OR SOMETHING??? AND THEN THEY FALL IN LOVE?!?!)
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Post by Wonder Struck on Apr 18, 2015 0:58:09 GMT
suddenly, a girl about thirteen years of human age popped into existance in frount of large steps that led up to a extravagant stone castle. she was of extrodinary beauty, and could be compared to none. her hair was as white as the morning sun, with a hint of gold that shown across the room like rays of happyness. it was usually long, but today it was pinned up into a curly mess atop her pail head;it was adourned with a stack of pure golden flowers that framed her porclain face. her eyes her unaturaly purple with a hint of gold, and they were filled with suprize. she had lips as red as a rose, and as delicate to match.her large gown was golden as well, but hinted on blue in the oddest way. the chest line was slightly plunging and strappless, but she was large enought to support the whole dress this way. the skirt puffed out at her hips, and left no area untouched when she walked. she looked down at her hands, seemingly suprized to find that she was wearing elbow length white silken gloves. she tettered below the staircase for a moment before she began to make her way down the stepps.once she had made it to the bottom, she looked more regal than ever, when little did the grope of girls know that she was no where near. she held her head high as she stood a few feet away from the posie of girls, almost as if she didnt know who they were. she looked around before her eyes fell of the hubble. she took a moment to gather herself before she stepped closer to the edge of the circle, speaking in a voice like sweet honey and bells. " hello. my name is kenyon, and i am the soon to be queen of.." she paused " ...of castile. its a pleasure to meet you all." she said grandly. she knew thaty were prinsesses, but she knew not what time period this was. she knew from her training that she could let no part of her give away that she was from another time, so she planned to take note of every last thing the girls did.
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Post by horselover on Apr 18, 2015 2:24:18 GMT
Belle smiled at her and ave a quick, small bow. "Hello. I'm Lady Belle of Arcadia. Nice to meet you, Queen Kenyon."
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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 18, 2015 4:28:49 GMT
(1: you need to buy unnatural eye color and 2: time travel? really?)
Ana grinned back at Celestine.
The prince looked around and suddenly noticed one girl. One amazingly beautiful girl that he could not seem to take his eyes off. She had to be royal: she just had to be. Not because she looked stuck up or miserable or anything like that, but because she was just so stunning. He took a deep breath and came up to her. "Hello," he said politely, warm brown eyes sparkling.
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Post by goldenleaf on Apr 18, 2015 16:21:58 GMT
(wait k, before he does that, I'm making a set up for her that I have been working on for 30 minutes and so I'm going to post it soon)
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Post by horselover on Apr 18, 2015 16:42:57 GMT
(whispey her character is... from her book Belle smiled again, warily. |
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Post by goldenleaf on Apr 18, 2015 16:44:03 GMT
As the night sky turned black and the moon rose above the palace walls, the peasant girl watched. And waited. She had prepared for this moment for 4 months, the time when the invitation had been sent to all the girls in the kingdom. All except her of course. But she soon found out about it, the beautiful, crisp paper crumpled and drowned by the water of the sewage or a puddle or the river. But not wet enough that she could not make out the bold lettering of THE KING IS GIVING A FESTIVAL printed in big, fancy letters. She had known at that moment that she would need a plan if she wanted to get into the palace, a plan, and maybe a dress. The one she was wearing at that moment, the one she had stolen from the dress shop, thanks to her best friend who worked there. The dress that would transform her into the princess that she had never and would never be. It was beautiful, white silk that cascaded down to her feet and rolled down from the top of her belt-line. It wasn't ruffled, for that would have been to much, but feathered at the skirt. The top was plain, very plain, it stayed white but glittered colors in the moonlight. But what completed the outfit was the glass that shimmered and shined on her feet, cut into the utmost perfection of slippers. They were dazzling and she had admired them all of her life. Her father, a skilled craftsman and glass maker, had made them for her mother, when she was alive. Her mother had never gotten to wear them. And so, her father had given them to her, if she ever may need them. He soon went mad afterwards, blaming himself for her mother's death, though he couldn't prevent the sickness. He was out there, somewhere, but the girl was left alone. To fend for herself. All these things ran through her mind as she raced to the large doors of the palace that were open, inviting her, calling her name. She crouched by the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment when she could blend in with the crowd, and pass as a princess. The time was now. She jumped from her hiding spot and gracefully walked towards the doors. Before she could get there, though, the guard stopped her. Her throat tightened and she gulped. "Name." the guard stated, instead of asked. Her bright, gray eyes flashed a sudden panic underneath her mask that she had prepared, but then went back to their former glory. "Princess-Princess Amelia." she squeaked, "Of...of the Kingdom of Gredalium." It was a story her mother had always told her. Princess Amelia's Adventures in the Kingdom of Gredalium. The guard smiled and said, "Welcome Princess Amelia." and then let her through where the guards trumpeted for her name. She smiled a half-hearted smile and immediately fled to the back wall of the ballroom. She sighed heavily but relief was all she could feel. Many people were staring at her, wondering over her great beauty. Her dark, blond hair fell down from a curly bun in coils which bounced to her shoulder. She had no makeup for the mask would have covered it up anyways. Besides, she didn't need it. Her plan had worked perfectly, she was smiling inside and out, and above everything, she was beautiful.
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Post by goldenleaf on Apr 18, 2015 16:44:46 GMT
(worked on that for a while  ) |
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Post by Wonder Struck on Apr 18, 2015 16:58:31 GMT
[1. sorry. i didnt know that, but now i do. i bought it, 2. yes. horsey knows. she approved it.]
"its a pleasure." she said sweetly " please excuse me for a moment." she turned away, a grimace lacing her lips, leaving traces in her eyes as she tryed and failed to recompose herself. she walked over to a gaurd. her fingers massaging her temples all the while. "is there a restroom i could be escorted to? im feeling a little...odd." the gaurd looked her over, and then held out his arm."it would be a pleasure." the gaurd led kenyon to a restroom, and he waited outside while she went inside. inside, kenyon colapsed
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Post by goldenleaf on Apr 23, 2015 0:33:58 GMT
The girl looked behind her for a second, as if looking for someone else before looking back at the prince. "Hello...hello me? Were you-um-talking to me?" she said, and then blushed which just made her look even more beautiful.
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