Tales of the Betrothed (closed)

[Rada Han]

a t r i p i n t i m e

↘ all is lost again



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Yardis--- the land of the elements. The land of beauty and prosperity, and the land of conflict and scandal. The Unity Pact was a decision made by all of the Royals of each of the six Kingdoms. It said that their children should marry, as a gesture of peace within the land for generations to come, to bridge the gap caused by rivalries and discrimination, and to ensure a prosperous life for all people.

From the vibrant Shazgard, the two very different sisters, Kirche and Alexi Zhaddagh. Their bodyguard is Hitashi, the most loyal of protectors.

From Laelie, the legion of faeries, sends their Princess Aine Christalle, protected by the noble Annabel, and accompanied by young Suri, who can hear the whispers of the wind.

From the city of darkness, Dradecus itself, comes the two Igalios Princes, the mischievous Hacheron and the righteous Leon. Two brothers as different as the sisters of the Earth kingdom.

From the fiery torrent of Gradius are the twins, famous for their beauty and arrogance, Kunal and Bashirah Mahapatra. They bring a full carriage with them, Navid, their guard, and Aurelia, their humble maid.

From the coastal city of Zuleidi, there is none other than the troublemaker son, Jean-Baptiste Laurent, and his bodyguard, Bevroren, whose past is as mysterious as her ability to put up with the Prince's trickery.

For whatever reason, the royal children were all forbidden to see each other until it was time for supper. They'd all arrived there one-by-one and escorted to their rooms one-by-one. They napped and festered in their rooms until the horn sounded for dinner. One-by-one, they would arrive at the dinner table, and would seat themselves before a letter, monogrammed with their names on it.

The letter reads,

"(name) of the Royal Kingdom of (Kingdom,)

Today, you are making history. You are taking the first steps in ensuring the harmony of this magnificent land. With your cooperation, you will be remembered forever as the one who spread peace across the land.

Sitting across for you is the one to whom you are Betrothed. Together in marital bliss, will you ensure the survival of all generations of the future, living in a united world.

May the Gods Bless your Hearts."

Somewhere, nearest the wall, the Bodyguards are aligned. On the other side, the maids. They must find it all to be quite an amusing spectacle.

And so, our story begins.


Alexi-Leonard
Kunal-Aine
Jean-Kirche
Hacheron-Bashirah

[Rada Han]

When I turned my head, to cry
I had to dry my eye
I saw the tortoise from the sea, bringing you back to me.


xxxxxxJean-Baptiste, in all his laziness, was the last of the children to arrive at the dinner table. He was dressed in his robes as if he were staying in his own home and not in some formal setting where he needed to make a good impression. His father wasn't there, so Jean felt that he had free reign over everything that he did. After the longest journey he'd even been on, since Zuleidi was further South than any of the other children, he could only find time to pass out on the floor in his room, which had a plush carpet that was mysteriously more comfortable than the bed itself. He'd invited his newest little bodyguard to join him, but naturally, she refused.

"Bev, why are you so serious? Live a little!" He'd say to her, with a hearty laugh and maybe even a ruffle of the hair or a slap to the back. Guards... The lot of them were frigid sticks in the mud.

Awakened by the dinner horn (where he came from, they were dinner bells. How interesting!) and the smell of food, Jean simply rolled over and tried to go back to sleep-- his natural reaction when greeted with responsibility. After a little while, he finally decided to descend the stairs in the main hall of that grand castle of Bhegin. Truthfully, Jean had never found himself in a more boring place than Bhegin. The only thing that really got him up was the want to see the others. The only other royal children the Zuleidan prince had ever seen were the Shazzies (as he called them.) He'd seen Alexi, the weird one, a couple of times, before she'd left, and Kerchief (as he called her) nearly every year.

They were uninteresting and certainly not even the prettiest girls in their Kingdom, although the young Prince always enjoyed teasing them so. It never occurred to Jean that he could be paired with either of them. Now, sitting at the table with letter in hand, which he picked up before even looking at anyone there (the seal was quite shiny. He liked that,) he was naturally the very first to speak up. Or at least, he was the loudest.

Looking up from the letter after reading silently and quickly over its contents, Jean saw none other than the ugly little girl he'd known for too many years. He was expecting to see someone he didn't know, but even if he didn't know her, it would have still been a similar reaction from the Prince anyway. He tugged at a strand of his blond hair in brief frustration, and sea green eyes darted to and fro from her, to the letter, and back.

"Kerchief?" He said, rife with disbelief. "I have to marry you?" Jean's tone was rather condescending, but wasn't it always? "Really??" The man nearly exploded into a fit of nervous laughter. "This has to be a joke! ...Right?"


and there across the sky, I see what, makes the legend.
The legend is true , and its you
Yeah, you are the legend, the legend is true.

[amethyst jo butterfly]

αιиє ¢няιѕтαℓℓє

Laelιe princess

Engaged to: Kunal Sa'ir Mahapatra, Prince of Gradius
Current crush: none yet

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Slowly she awakened from her short nap, her bright crystalline blue eyes fluttering open. The young fairy princess was known throughout the kingdom for her unearthly beauty. Her colorful wings stretched out in a lazy manner, as the sun rays sparkled hitting her pale blue skin. She slowly arose from the bed, transforming into her human form her wings disapearing from her back. Her small bare feet touching the cold floor of her room. She allowed a loud yawn to escape her lips as she stretched her arms over her head and then she proceeded to walk to the dresser where a mirror sat. She gazed at her reflection, wearing a seldom seen solemn and thoughtful look on her face as she began to comb out her somewhat uncontrollable shortly curly light blue locks. The scent of food caught the edge of her small nose.. It smelled of meat, which immediately made her stomach turn. She could only hope that her maid Suri had informed the other servants of her dietary needs.

Her short sharp ears twitched as the dinner horn blared loudly. She frowned as she finished combing her locks into place. "Well, I suppose it's time to meet my life mate.." She mused mostly to herself. She then placed her oddly shaped crown on her head, and placed her favorite earring in her small ears. They jingled and sparkled ever so delightfully in the sun light. She then dressed in a silver colored dress that hugged her very curvaceous form. She gazed in the mirror one last time, inspecting herself. the dress was far too uncomfortable, and moral for her tastes. But according to her teachers, outsiders dressed this way normally. So she would dress this way as well.

Her bare feet gently padded against the floor as she traversed through the long halls. She found herself feeling an odd mixture of nervous, curious, and tired. 'I wonder what my life mate they choose for me will be like.. Will it be male?' She asked this to herself because it was not uncommon for fairies to have life mates of the same gender. 'According to my teachers, that is how the outsiders choose their mates.. By gender.. So I suppose it will be male.. I wonder if he'll be kind.. Loving.. Like my father is to my mother..' She allowed a short sigh escape her pale lips, just before she entered the dinning room. 'I wonder if he'll be handsome..' Shoving her thoughts aside she entered the dinning room. It appeared that all of the others had already arrived except for the prince of water kingdom of Zuleidi. She watched in silience as he arrived, and began to throw quite a fit.

Aine cocked her head curiously to one side as she watched him throw his little temper tantrum, saying something about his bride to be being ugly. 'Poor dear.' She thought sympathising for her, feeling an all to familiar shudder travel from the tip of her toes to her nose. According to her teachers, his kind liked to trap fairies.. But she could not afford to hold to stereotypes.. After all this was for the sake of peace for this world. She gave him a smile, and a small laugh as she approached the table. She lifted the letter gently that was placed neatly before her on a white plate. Curious, she then looked to the other side of the table where her fiancee would soon sit. for a few moments, her eyes rested sileintly on her soon to be mate.

"Hah hah hah hah.." She suddenly giggled, she could not help herself. Her laughter sang like a blue birds song breaking the still air as she set the card back into place. All of that stress came rolling off her shoulders, she found it ever so funny.. That she was to marry a prince of the kingdom of fire.. Whom she had been taught to fear and hate. This would certainly prove to be an interesting experience. Just how was she supposed to? Oh never mind. She then glided onto her chair ignoring the rebuking stares of the body guards and maids and playfully ran the edge of her finger against her glass of whine causing it to sing. "Sorry, sorry.. For my rudeness." She apologised to Kunal as she finally regained control of herself. "I hope that the two of us get along well." She took in a deep breath and her eyes then rested on Jean.

"Now, now. Let us put our best foot forward shall we? Try not to insult the poor dear." Aine mused with a bright smile. trying to smooth over the already very awkward situation. "After all, we do have to live together in this place." Ahh, she could already imagine the two fighting through the night. That would only prove to be a great disadvantage to them all.

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Current location: The dinner table
Current mood: Curious
Occ: Lol. my first post. i decided to give you the first post. after all you are the creator of the thread. lol.

[Kurochi-san]

≤Hacheron “Heron” Igalios≥

"Well, this is interesting..."

With a stretch and yawn, Hacheron shifted from where he lay on the balcony looking out from his room, his guitar placed beside him. He had been playing it moments before, but decided to kick back and relax. "Dinner will be soon," he mused to himself, scratching at his chin. "Guess it'll be time to see who I'll be tagged with... Hope she's cute." He stretched his arms over his head once more for before sitting up and looking around, thinking for a moment.

With a nod, he picked up his guitar and walked in his room, placing it gingerly into the case and locking it. Then he left the room, blinking as he realized he had no idea what he was planning. Never thought I'd miss the crowds and commotion of Dradecus... he thought wryly, sighing as he walked toward the stairs casually. He picked the three pieces of his flute from his pocket, hooking them together and playing a quick, happy tune, a song he often played at the bars back home. He cut off on a jarring note as the horns sounded, vibrating through the building to announce dinner. "Shadows be damned, is all of that necessary?!" he growled, scowling at the walls as if they were the cause. He glanced around quickly, remembering where he was in relation to the dining hall. He may not be able to remember things as well as his brother, but he was able to remember enough to get around.

As he walked in, others sitting down or coming in other doors, examining and weighing the others, as if trying to determine what to make of one another. "Well, this is interesting..." he murmured as he stood behind his chair, glancing down at the card marking his place. He sat down slowly, grinning at his brother's serious face as he sat down nearby. "Relax, man. Whatever happens, we'll still be ourselves-- just with someone on our arm, right?" He looked at the card at the point, mentally chewing over the words. Whomever sits across from me is who I'll marry, huh? I hope they got the seating chart right, and they don't have a guy over there. He chuckled a little at his thoughts as his eyes locked on the girl across from him, her very strong and cool face, her eyes glancing over him as if drilling through him and knowing everything about him. He gulped hard, eyes widening a bit. I may have spoken too soon... She looks like she'll break me in half just with her stare. By the Shadows, please let me be the same....!

Mood: Bored yet anxious
Location: Guest Room/Dining Hall

[pathetically enamored]

K i r c h e x L a i x Z h a d d a g hxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

location dining room
company Jean & Aine
mood vexed

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I know the difference
Between myself and my r e f l e c t i o n
I just can't help but wonder
Which of us do you l o v e more...

♥ - - - 》Forced destiny. Nothing could be more vile. Especially if it was to come as a surprise. Wouldn't matrimony be more harmonious if the parties involved with pleased with one another, or at the very least, harbored a physical attraction for each other. Kirche could certainly attest to being the type of personality that does not prohibit unattractive mates to linger for far too long at her side. Perhaps she'd just be a victim of an unavoidable ego, passed down through the blood line, or something similar to spoiled brat syndrome. Whatever the case maybe, prayers went out all through the final days before being shipped of that whomever might be so fortunate to end up at her side had better be a vision. Although, it wouldn't matter, to be honest....the women's heart had a mind of it's own.

The morning prior to this dinner had been spent sulking in the confines of the hideous room that had been assigned to her. There would be no need for the interior decorator to feel too bad, as the blonde haired's taste was nearly to rich for any typical royalties blood. Spoiled, sour and a taste that could divert any person into believing this woman lived in a mental realm all her own. Kirche viewed it as though...well...who would say no to the demands she'd make? So why not carry that life style throughout. Fingers pinched at the feathers used to decorate her hair, fidgeting more so about the anticipation of the dinner rather than getting this over with. At the sound of the horn, though, brought about a certain sort of annoyance. Realization flooded in, once again, that this wasn't a request made by the eldest Zhaddagh and whomever would be labeled her spouse could be someone not worth the air she exhaled.

Keeping within traditional garb in Shazgard, Kirche revealed more upper body flesh than what other women might be comfortable with and kept legs covered in an ankle length skirt. Long blonde hair spilled over bare shoulders and bounced with each step taken. A dancers walk. More of a prance than anything, viewed as the walk of a happy person, albeit quite the opposite should someone cross her path ignorantly. She'd enter the dining room just in time to be heartily insulted by the man who was to take his hand. Silent captured her throat as a seat was taken across from Jean and a look of horror glazed over green eyes. Kirche had been no stranger to this blonde and his verbal antics but the ease-dropping twit that chimed in, in what the girl might have thought has defense, did nothing more than further antagonize dark-skinned women. " I think that if I am to have any sort of foot forward it will be dislodge those off-white teeth being shown to me now. " Shooting a glare at Jean before snatching the letter off the table.

It'd be a moment of disbelief and anguish. The Gods have forsaken her, to the ump-th degree. Settling down in her chair she'd toss the letter to the side and fold arms in distaste. " It's enough that I have to endure your company over these many years..." Heavy sigh. " ...but to be doomed to several more. It's ridiculous. " Immediately that head turned to look off towards the nearest wall, as though to state that it held more interesting qualities than Jean. To place two extremely stubborn and haughty personalities into a relationship would be nothing more than a mockery. " Perhaps myself and the bug should switch seats." Of course, the reference was to the nosy faerie in the immediate area.

[Shexyfeline92]

ѕυrι yvane

" I hope whoever is paired with the Princess is kind "

The journey from Laelie to Bhegin was exciting for Suri but much too short. She had hoped to see a lot of Yardis but she also knew that Laelie was very close to Bhegin. Once they arrived Suri unpacked Princess Aine's things and left the Princess to rest. Suri was too excited to sleep so instead explored their current residence. First she approached the kitchen staff and explained her lady's particular diet. However, they informed her that a special dish was being made for her highness. The head chef had already been informed of the particular diet of faeries. After she attended to that Suri wandered the halls, listening in on the conversations of the household staff. Everyone was buzzing about the young royals' arrival but Suri learned nothing of any value or interest further then that. Whenever she got near the rooms of the other royals she was promptly turned away. Even the maids of other kingdoms weren't allowed to see the others until the dinner. When the dinner horn sounded Suri headed towards the dining room, knowing the Princess wouldn't wait for her to accompany her the dinner.

When she arrived, Suri went to stand with the other maids. She had entered in the middle of Princess Aine trying to soothe another royal that took Suri a moment to recognize as a Zuliedan. Then the Princess began speaking with the man seated across from her, the man she was to marry. Suri gasped quietly when she realized that the Princess's intended was from the kingdom of fire. Princess Aine was taking everything quite well, which was a mark of her spirit and upbrining. Then a young princess referred to Princess Aine as a bug and Suri glared at the woman. Suri realized that this dinner had only started and already she was angry.

[Sierra The Captor]

Take a leap of faith.

I know we'll make it.

Anna "Annabel" Crowbers. 21 years-old. Laelie Bodyguard.

Anna slept outside of the princess’ chamber, and woke up before her highness to prepare for the alignment of the guards, already dressed and groomed for the banquet. She slowly entered her room, and was relieved that she was still asleep. As she stood there adjusting her ornament placed neatly on her head, she could see the figure of the princess on the bed, draped in sheet, the sunlight silhouetted by the curtains fall on her face in an angle that accentuates her cheekbones, yet does not decline her beauty sleep. In the areas of the room that exist a little light she could see dancing particles floating freely in the air. The room is calm, and she preferred it to be such when she’s awake. She quickly exited the room, and at the sound of the bell horn, Anna drew a quick breath and walked the way to the dining room.

Slowly as she travelled down the long halls, she pondered about the so-called Unity Pact. Along the journey she was perhaps behaving a little too optimistic about the marriage. That the princess is to wed to bring about peace and unity to the kingdom. But she thought, even if the princess were to wed, would it affect the whole of Laelie to make peace with the other races of the kingdoms? Would it change the mindset of faeries and its superiority in Laelie towards the other kingdoms? The Unity Pact, she could not help but question the legitimacy of its contents. No, she knew it was too easy for a kingdom that had never mixed its race to others to change its discrimination for a mere marriage. Or perhaps she was thinking too hard into the subject and the long hours as they travelled to Bhegn had probably drained most of her positive energy. For now, she just had to see where this leads them.

As she dilated her burgundy eyes towards the dining room, she noticed that she was amongst the earlier birds, and stood somewhere where the guards were aligned. Stiff as a rock, she thought as she observed the other bodyguards, and wondered if she should be like that as well, as she never had any official training as a guard herself. Her kind had never had been used to battles. They were indirect people who would rather use their wit than fight. As soon as she heard the Queen appointing herself as the princess’ bodyguard, she knew she had to train her swordsmanship since she heard that other kingdoms had more fame for their battle skills compared to the forest of Laelie. She took the most secluded place in her community, and trained until she was competent enough to protect the princess. Still flawed, but time of the Unity Pact was nearing, and she was sure she would improve along the way.

Folding her arms she waited for the others to arrive. One by one they each took their seat until the last one, the prince of Zuledi, and unfolded the letter of their future bride and groom, with a look of apprehension followed by shock. She supposed the shock was justified, as she was shock herself that the prince of the Fire Kingdom, the race that was severely hated by the Queen and her people was paired with their princess. She was not expecting that at all. Although perhaps it makes sense, as she was sure that peace was needed between two kingdoms that would send brims and stones to each other.

She watched the amusing spectacle unfold before her, and of course, like many she was amused by their reactions. The prince of Zuleidi opened his letter and proceeded to deny with all his might the bride chosen for him, in a voice so boisterous she could hear it from across the room. She sighed, poor child, she thought, she did not deserve it. Though she was more worried for princess Aine, and knowing she was a gentle spirit and a curious one at that, she had provoked a statement that was uncalled for by the Shazgard princess. She massaged her temples, as she watched the princess kindly initiating a conversation with the Gradius prince.

[Ariiadne]

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PRINCESS OF GRADIUS
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__________________This is the dream____________________________________________________________________
_________________________________I dreamed last night:__________________________________________________
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Bashirah absorbed the thick silence in her lonely room. Standing, still and statuesque, the Princess of Gradius took a deep breath, deep enough to shake the ornaments decorating her body. If one were to observe this, one might come to a few conclusions. It could be assumed that the deep breath was a sigh – the princess’s way of showing her disappointment in her current situation. She was to be married off to an unknown royal of an inferior kingdom to somehow exact peace.

Or, perhaps the deep breath signified anxiety? Maybe Bashirah was nervous to go forth to the dining hall, to face the man she was to marry; scared of first impressions, of mistakes, of an unhappy future. Maybe, underneath the steely exterior, the Gradian felt very human pangs of nervousness.

Then again, the deep breath may actual be a method of stabilization. Gradians are known, particularly the royals of the fire-borne country, for their explosive tempers. Was the young princess angered by the circumstances? Was she offended that she, a member of the Supreme race of Gradians, was to be sold off to another less worthy of her companionship? Would she have to now endure the possibility of making children tainted with inferior blood?

The flames in the fireplace nearby flickered.

The truth is that Bashirah – like all other Gradians – had mastered the art of concealment. So, in reality, anyone observing her would never know for sure what she was thinking. Except, maybe, her brother.

There was a knock or two on the door. It was time to go.

The twins met in the hallway, trailed by their bodyguard and their maid, making their way to the dining hall well before they needed to do so. Punctuality was, after all, a superior trait to be possessed by every true Supreme, and arriving early seemed justly appropriate. Bashirah, her feet silent on the floor, her sleek, wispy clothing whispering amid the petite chiming of glass and bells, made her way to her brother’s side. He stood quietly, his hands clasped behind his back. When she joined him, they wordlessly began their trek to the dining hall where their fates awaited.

When the other royals had just begun to filter in through the tall double doors, the Gradian twins were already seated, serene yet stern air surrounding them. The envelope before Bashirah had been delicately opened, so delicately, in fact, that it didn’t look opened at all. But she had indeed taken in its contents. And as the others arrived one-by-one, filling the seats, she set eyes upon the man who sat directly parallel to her.

The Prince of Dradecus. His gait and his complexion gave it away.

Bashirah gathered her long tresses to the left side of her neck, all the while gazing to her to-be husband unwaveringly.

She watched him open his letter. The knowledge she contained now filled his mind as well. He looked up. She kept staring. She watched his pupils dilate: an obvious sign of intimidation.

Beyond her, she heard but did not acknowledge the pointless bantering, but her eyes did briefly stray to the faerie, who was to be her brother’s wife. It was almost amusing how she tried to start amiable conversation with Kunal. But he, like she, gave nothing away as to what he was thinking or feeling. It was pointless for any of them to even try.

Bashirah leaned against the back of her cushioned chair.

[Rada Han]

Navid Malak

The journey itself had been expectedly quiet. Few words were exchanged between the Knight and the Maid, and even fewer between the servants and their Masters. This was not an unusual thing, however, because Gradians were not meant to toddle around like unruly elves or to converse about meaningless, trivial things. Navid would have never struck up conversation with either of the twins. After all, he was beneath them. Far beneath their status. He had no business with them, other than to be their protector, even to the death. The whole of the journey was spent in silence and in seriousness.

When they arrived, it was Navid and Aurelia who would bring the twins’ belongings to their rightful places. Then, they would simply do whatever they could to serve them. For the Knight, it was standing in-between their doors, looking intentionally intimidating, as he was supposed to, to drive any other inferior beings away. Once or twice, a little Bhegin maid would scurry by, look back at him, and giggle at his presence. It was a mockery to him that he did not understand. He did not blame these young girls, though, for they did not have enough experience with his people. While they played their silly little games, Navid had a very serious role to fulfill.

They could not possibly understand.

Before long, after what seemed like forever, the dinner horn would sound and Navid would meet them in the Dining Room. He stood along the wall with the other guards, who he could only sneak a brief glance at. All of them were tall, give or take a few inches, except for one woman who was as luminous as the flame itself. He was impressed by them and had peculiar thoughts regarding them and his current situation. In Gradius, he was considered the strongest, most sensible, most clever, and most skilled of the Royal Guard. If all of the guards standing beside him were the same in their Kingdoms, they must have been legitimately equal. After all, it was only Navid who knew that his own skills were imperfect, a shame he could never admit to anyone.

It didn’t take long before one of the Royal spoke up rather brashly, to comment on their betrothed, once they were assigned. It happened quickly. Navid didn’t even notice the opening of the letters. He was expecting someone to come and explain it to them. Suspiciously enough, there wasn’t anyone who greeted them at all. He found it to be a very curious thing. Just by looking at them, Navid couldn’t tell who was who. He had little experience dealing with other peoples in different Kingdoms. Had he needed to identify them all, he would have taken the prince of Zuleidi as another faerie. The remarks made by the latter were delivered in such a way that made Navid nearly break a smile. He found the little man to be funny in his mannerisms, seemingly without any inner-monologue, and certainly without any self-control. He wondered if the boy’s guard was there and if s/he was ashamed.

His attention was supposed to be on the twins, though, so he quickly redirected his eyes toward them. The Princess, Bashirah, was paired with the likes of a filthy elf. The Prince, Kunal, with a faerie, of all things. One would think that the King and Queen would have arranged for them to be married to humans, at least. Somehow, he wanted to know how they were feeling about all of it. Did it even matter?

He could not possibly understand.

[Rada Han]

When I turned my head, to cry
I had to dry my eye
I saw the tortoise from the sea, bringing you back to me.


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Contrary to popular belief, Jean-Baptiste did not hate dark-skinned women. Why—back at home, in the glorious nation of Zuleidi, there was a young maid with skin the color of caramel, who he’d once become smitten with—for about fifteen days. He thought that the Princess of Shazgard was ugly for many different reasons! For one, she had this round face that looked to Jean like a very brown moon. Her eyes were the color of newt slime, and she was as skinny as a rail. What a disgusting creature, but at least it wasn’t Alexi.

“Tell me about it! Of all people, I’m being forced to marry a Kerchief!” He, too, looked in the direction of the one who decided to interject. Now, she was a pretty girl, and it wasn’t because she wasn’t dark-skinned either. It was because she was… Glittery. Then, he looked right back at his future—Ugh, he couldn’t even think of it. “Now that you think of it—“ Jean looked to the man sitting across from the glittery one. He was a very serious face, but the Prince didn’t expect a real answer anyway. “Would you like to trade seats with me? …Because I would love to marry a bug, if it means I don’t have to stare at this creature! I really couldn’t care how annoying she is!” It seemed that Jean and Kirche were on the same page on at least one detail of their meeting.

Then, like the subject changed entirely, the Prince ceased his pointing and settled down in his chair. His eyes were still directed towards the faerie, however, and after a short while, he spoke again, this time in a tone that was still mocking, and yet curious at the very same time. “Oy, shiny one. I heard that if you grab a fairy, hold her upside-down, and shake her, faerie dust falls out. Is this true?”

For a brief moment, he looked back down to the letter still clutched between his fingers. Like a scribe writing with an invisible hand, the words appeared at the very bottom, “No, you cannot trade.”

…What?



and there across the sky, I see what, makes the legend.
The legend is true , and its you
Yeah, you are the legend, the legend is true.

[amethyst jo butterfly]

αιиє ¢няιѕтαℓℓє

Laelιe princess

Engaged to: Kunal Sa'ir Mahapatra, Prince of Gradius
Current crush: none yet

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Bug.. Bug!.. The racial slur seemed to be delightedly repeated by the princess that she had tried to defend and her husband to be. She felt her anger begin to rise. well so much for feeling sympathy for Kirche. That ended as soon as it began. She stopped her finger from trailing along side of the edge of her glass, and said nothing holding back her tongue. For the moment a least. Just listening to those two argue, it made her chuckle somewhat. Her smile disappeared shortly, as Jean assumed that she was the annoying sort. Which was a common stereotype for fairies, since they had so much energy about them.

But Turic, her former love did not consider her annoying, neither did anyone else that she knew. Comparatively speaking she was allot calmer then most young fairies her age. her anger began to simmer as jean addressed her as a bug once again. It would appear that he found her beauty to his fancy, but his attitude.. Uhg. It made her sick to her small stomach. Granted, he was a beautiful man. She admired the color of his golden hair and his bejeweled eyes.. But the way he spoke, and the way he treated his soon to be bride.. If circumstances were different.. But they weren't. She shoved such thoughts away, her eyes were meant for only one man now. And that was Kunal, who had still not spoken a word.

The her attention was diverted from him once again as Jean spoke once more. She suddenly stood, her anger boiling over.. The wind rattled the windows loudly, in response to her emotions.. Her lips trembled for a moment, but she drew in a breath.. And as sweetly as she could she gave the prince a bitter smile. "..Oh did you hear such a rumor? Let me tell you of a rumor I have head.. I hear, that if you cut a small piece of Zuleidan off.. That that piece will regrow.. I also hear, that the meat of your kind is quite good to the taste." She paused as the guards shifted at her empty threat. She merely said this to prove that yes, this fairy had a bit of fire in her. And she was not one to idly stand by and allow her character to be tarnished in this way. "But such stereotypes.. Are often not true.. So if what rumor I hear of your kind must not be true.. Then.. The rumor you have herd of my kind, must not also be true." Her eyes burned with fire as they rested on him, and she re-sat back in her chair. "I am not a bug, nor are you to adress me as 'shiney one.' You shall refear to me as Aine. Which is my name."

She took a sip of her drink and sat the cup back down, now mentally praying for dinner to be done with. "If you do this, I shall address you by your name.. Jean-Baptiste.. If however, you are so fond of referring me in the awful manner, by calling me bug and such.. Then I suppose I shall return the favor.. My little fish." Owe. In one racial slur she insulted his race, the size of his brain and his manhood. And she did it with the most pleasant and graciouse smile on her face, Oh yes, this little 'bug' had quite a bite. "So I suggest that we all set aside such stupid stereotypes.. It will be a most favorable coarse of action.. If we are to get to know each-other, and live within the same dwelling."

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Current location: The dinner table
Current mood: Angry but doing her best to remain calm.
Occ: sorry fish was the best insult i could come up with. lol

[Kurochi-san]

≤Hacheron “Heron” Igalios≥

"You are Princess... Bashirah, correct?"

Hacheron sat there, staring at the woman across from him, everyone in the room tuned out, ignored; not even the boisterous voice of the man proclaiming his wife-to-be as ugly could draw his attention. His eyes began to detail everything about her, his smile fading and becoming a serious mask as he began to list in his head.

Jewels and metals, all meant to chime and give an air of regality and poise... Her face... rather, her and her brother's both.... They don't give away anything. Not a hint of emotions. Their eyes, though, they flicker lightly, meaning there are some emotions warring in each of them. Unfortunately, they don't give off much. She's beautiful, I'll give her that. On top of that, with her beauty and composure, she seems to be the perfect princess. I'm guessing since they're twins, they must be the Twin Royalty of Gradius. Bloody hell, I got tagged with the one girl who doesn't know what the word "laugh" means... He sighed lightly, breaking himself out of his thoughts with a shake of the head. He smiled politely, a small grin slipping through.

"You are Princess... Bashirah, correct? Of the land of Gradius? I'm seen many work of art your people have made, the metal statues with eyes of gems, with flames that seem alive inside. They are prized pieces in many homes of high people within Dradecus." He spoked softly, not wanting to put her off with too much energy or nonsense. He knew if he acted like he did with the royals of his kingdom, she would probably hate him instantly-- if she hadn't from the moment he came in. He assumed that, seeing how she and her brother sat their rigidly, that he'd be hard pressed to get her to speak. He would, though, even if it was to get her to tell him to shut up or to leave her be, he wanted to at least hear the voice of who he was to marry one day.

Mood: Scared out of his wits, yet intrigued
Location: Dining Hall

[Ariiadne]

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He’s… speaking to me, Bashirah thought as the prince’s voice drifted through the air, dodging the other obnoxious voices. Was this thought amused? Offended? Annoyed? Shocked? Even the Gradian princess couldn’t exactly tell.

Her voice was airy, smooth like bitter, twisting smoke. Nevertheless, where there is smoke, there is fire. She was obviously not always this level-headed.

“I am indeed Bashirah.” She paused, but only briefly. Her husband-to-be’s attempts to compliment her people’s crafts were wasted; why should she take to heart the sugared words of an elf besides? They could not be trusted. Those from Dradecus would say anything to achieve their own ends, fueled by wants of excess, of selfish pleasure. “Though, now, I wish it were not so.”

Rigidly, her head turned in the direction of the others, to the whiny faerie in particular. In the tense silence the “bug’s” outburst produced, she actually interjected. “I find it amusing that you call them ‘stereotypes.’ In Gradius, we call them truths. And since you are to be my brother’s wife, my sister-in-law, allow me to be the first to you tell you: we are both very honest.”

As soon as the last poison-laced word left her lips, Bashirah’s attention made its way back to Hacheron. The makeup around her eyes made them seem sharp. She let her words steep and thicken in the atmosphere before speaking once more.

“You are Hacheron, of Dradecus.”

[Kurochi-san]

≤Hacheron “Heron” Igalios≥

"There's something pretty to it, but..."

With a frown, he dropped the charade of amicability. He reached into his pocket, ignoring her question and listening to the Faerie-- while others called them Bugs or Gnats, he thought them to be strange and interesting creatures. After a moment, his hands emerged with his flute, broken down into three pieces. With quick fingers, he placed it back together and looked at the vinework going down the side, sighing. "I once thought myself to be lucky, to be the only kid in the Dradecus courts to own a flute made in Gradius... I now see that it's nothing to be proud of. There's something pretty to it, but..."

He looked out of the corner of his eye at her, all kindness tamped down for a moment. Her sharp words, her hostility and cold, cruel inflections had already grated on his nerves. "I see Gradius work is all pretty with no emotions, no life to it. Just formed, nothing more." With one hand, he broke it down and pocketed it again, looking at her hard.

"I tried to be nice, and you insult me with your first words. You wish you weren't the Princess of Gradius, just so you wouldn't be able to marry me? I thought your people were proud of your roles, proud of your positions. I guess the Princess isn't so proud of being royalty after all." The last bit came with a smirk as he relaxed back in his chair, sighing softly. He hated being harsh and serious, but he hated being insulted just as well. He could already tell this relationship was going to go swimmingly...

Mood: Ticked off
Location: Dining Hall