Alliance; arranged marriage rp OPEN & ACCEPTING!!!!!

[YukariKotoko]

[[ ~ ∞I'm tellin' ya that this'n Jesta ain't a D O L L Y for ya to play with ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ So wipe that damn annoyin' smirk offa yer F A C E ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ Oh yes, surprised that my identity is truly a P R I N C E S S ? ∞ ~ ]]

|| ::~ Rurutia Del Amore ~:: ||

A masked figure twirled through the market place, a dainty glass hat upon their head. Strapped across the figure's back was a large unweildy item swathed in heavy fabric, the length of it nigh on three heads above their height. Although the market place was packed with people, hagglers and merchants, the figure seemed to always appear where there was space, and never seemed to cease their endless dancing steps. Oddly coloured eyes peered across the end of the market street up to the Castle. That was the intended destination of this strangely clad individual after all. As the light glanced off of the glass hat and glimmered across the eyes, the light aquamarine eyes deepeneed to a rich chocolatey brown before resuming their usual shade. Just a trick of the light. Maybe.

Appearances are decieving. For Rurutia, this was no exception - dressed with a mask and eccentric clothes, she passed well as a delicate, boyish Jester, a fool with a collar of fine silk instead of bells. In short, apparently a Court Jester. However, Rurutia was merely masqueraded as a Fool. Appearances aside, she was a Princess to the Nation of Laedra and a master crafstmen in her own right of weaponry. She had been sent by her Regent to come here, to marry a Prince. She hadn't anything against it and all - afterall, what was romantic love any ways? Just some mad infatuation which would wear away in a few years. She had a greater thing to follow, her Duty: And if in doing so, she would have to marry, then marry she must. It was not that she was resigned to fate or willing to let such matters be forced upon her, but that she believed that this would be best for her people. Even so, she felt great unease when she had finally reached the surprisingly small palace. The Jester bit her lip for a moment before arranging a winsome smile on her face as she made a mock bow towards the door, voice ringing out across the space as she rapped once on the door.

"This puir unfortunnnnat soul be most weary fra their travels.Yer new Jesta is here~! Mayn't you be comin' to take the chill awa' fra this puir wee soul?" The heavy brogue was picked up from her travels around the countries - surely a heavy enough accent to hide her clipped Laedran accent which was far too musical for a Jester. Surely, none would see through her disguise yet - after all, her mask hid from sight the large doll like eyes and the corset underneath her clothes hid any signs of feminism. When the political rough and tumble stirred up by her Regent was over, on the day she turned 18, she would appear from here, hopefully still a 'mere' princess and ready to help her countrymen. She allowed herself a wider grin, one befitting her role. Perhaps, the only thing that would giveher away was the Ancestral weapon she carried with her, but it would be death for anyone who laid a finger on it - Prince or no.

[manga_artist303]

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Jolene walked over to the door as a guard opened it, inspecting the visitor. Without asking who the strangely dressed person was or why he was there, she nodded to him. "Come on. I'll show you around." The cook heard the guard start to stutter a excuse, but he quieted at her stare. The young woman pushed the magenta strands of hair out of her face as she waited for the jester to come in and follow her.

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[manga_artist303]

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Cain flicked over to James as he followed the pirate queen's gaze before returning it to the Eronian ship. "I just enjoy the quiet. Which is a little hard when curious people are around." When he noticed his bag slipping he quickly moved to catch it. A single musical note emitted from inside as the contents shifted. The knight quickly checked the contents of his satchel, half-listening to what Layla was saying. "... I wonder how this war is going to affect them." Eronia was so close to Thoruntor... they would probably be more inclined to stick with a closer, wealthier trading partner.

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[Miomi_Niasou]

ακïяα яεïŋɦαяτ

♫~♫ ℓïττℓɘ gïяℓ ∂σŋ'τ cяყ... ♫~♫

It seemed like days she had rode on Strike both he and she seemed to rest so many times taking different escorts each time. Birds chirped their way merrily around them as deer jumped off the trails. Food, water, sleep - the constant pattern was stuck in her brain now.
Finally, she seen the castle come into view. "Is that the place I need to go to?" she asked in a hushed whisper - the first thing she had said the entire trip. "I see you can speak, but yeah that's it." said the escort. Minutes seem to creep oh so slowly by as they draw to the side gate. When they finally get there the male escort gets off and knocks on the draw bridge as he calls up to the top, "THE PRINCESS FROM LEVIATHEN IS HERE!". Could he be any louder, the words just made her want to sink back into a hole, hide from the world, and say she died on the way here - but she couldn't now. She took a deep gulp as she awaited, 'Please don't take Strike away, please oh please,' she thought to herself as she bit her lip.

♫~♫ ï'ℓℓ bɘ ωïτɦ ყσµ αℓωαყs. ♫~♫

[The PrinceofHeart]

T O U N E X P L A I N T H E U N F O R G I V A B L E

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D R A I N A L L T H E B L O O D A N D G I V E T H E K I D S A S H O W

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Oh. Just LOVELY. The other princesses were arriving.
Vincent stood up to his numb legs and washed his face off, trying to compose himself and ignore his agony for the moment. He had to be a good host. He would be King soon. He had to be strong... A strong as he could...
Oh Lord help him, he was going to end up destroying his country at this rate...
Vincent rubbed his head slowly as he cleaned himself off and headed down the stairs to the main hall. He saw Jolene up ahead let in someone who... looked like a court jester? Strange...
Whatever. He could care less at this moment.
Vincent stepped outside, seeing a young woman on a white horse and her escourts. Respectfully Vincent bowed his head to her. "Welcome, your highness. I am the Eldest prince, Vincent Knox, and soon to be King. It's a pleasure to meet you." He tried to force a smile on his face, but it felt more like a grimace, so he allowed his face to settle at no emotion whatsoever.

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B Y S T R E E T L I G H T T H I S D A R K N I G H T A S E A N C E D O W N B E L O W

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T H E R E ' S T H I N G S A B O U T M E T H A T Y O U S H O U L D N E V E R E V E R K N O W

[blackrose544]

+Trinity Mordollwen+

The crack of the whip in the sand below leads you to look down
The watching crowd and the ringleaders smirk begin to whirl around

Trinity had just washed and finished dressing when a loud yell split the air. Oh fantastic the new princesses had arrived. The woman stood up with a groan and walked out of the room, Tempest close at her heels as she strode down the staircase and out the main doors. She had spotted Jolene with a jester briefly and frowned slightly in confusion before continuing on her way. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Vincent greeting the new princess and the temptation of turning and running back to her room was near overwhelming. But she had never been someone to cower away from their problems and she couldn't let herself be weak infront of the other princesses. That would just be a bad idea all around and it didn't help that she had to much pride for her own good.

Trinity walked down to the entrance area and moved to stand a few feet away from Vincent, studiously avoiding his gaze as she turned to greet the new princess who was mounted top a snow white horse. "welcome princess, I'm Trinity Mordowllen... Vincents fiancee and queen to be" she said with a warm smile. She was a much better actress then he was thanks to years of pretending to bow down to her father in front of the nobles of her kingdom. But still, if someone looked at her closely they would see the dark shadow of sadness in her gaze... she was counting on the fact that nobody would be looking at her to closely.

You are a little girl again, the people you tormentor
Surrounded by the twisted crowd, trapped in the main rings centre.

[Miomi_Niasou]

ακïяα яεïŋɦαяτ

♫~♫ ℓïττℓɘ gïяℓ ∂σŋ'τ cяყ... ♫~♫

She waved her hands frantically in front of her as the prince bowed his head. "No no no, you....you shouldn't bow to me. It should be the other way around." She began to slowly get off the horse. The male escort tried to help but she kindly told him that he need not worry. When she finally climbed off she made a deep bow in front of the two. "It is my greatest honor to behold the queen and king to be, I am Akira Reinhart." she said in a hushed tone. Slowly she began to get out of her bow, but her eyes still stayed pinned to the ground. Would they let Strike in? She had no idea, but she should ask. "Um...your honor, may I ask if my stead is aloud to stay with me?" she closed her eyes hoping it would be a yes. A tear began to well up in her eye but she quickly dissmissed it before they could notice. 'A princess must not cry in a strange land,' she thought to herself repeating her mother's words in her head. In the background the trot of the escort's horse could be heard as she left - no turning back now.

♫~♫ ï'ℓℓ bɘ ωïτɦ ყσµ αℓωαყs. ♫~♫

[Thee Laughing Man]

With Ethra on the verge of war and the village growing more and more impoverished Arislan knew they wouldn’t stand a chance against the Thoruntorians. He needed more time. The castle and village walls need to be repaired as well as three of the four watch towers. He was growing more and more stressed by the day and decided to take a look around the town and maybe visit an old blacksmith friend of his. The thought of the old man created a slight curl in Arislan’s lips as he pulled on the reins of his pure white stallion. Raiden slowed and turned to the left before coming to a stop and clomping his hooves on the dirt road. Arislan grinned at the horse’s testament against stopping suddenly and brushed him on the side of his neck. There was a delicious aroma in the air here and Arislan’s stomach took to it nicely. He quickly spotted the source; a bar. Arislan tried to avoid bars and any type of alcohol, but his stomach over powered him. Hopping off the stallion and walking towards the horse caddie. Raiden grunted and pulled away suddenly, knocking Arislan back and onto the ground in front of the bar. The stallion opposed the idea of being tied to a piece of wood and headed to the water trough and began lapping away at the water. Arislan rolled over on the ground and looked up at the horse from under his now crooked helmet.
“Dammit, Raiden!” Arislan stood dusting off the dirt from his not-so-golden armor. “Fine I won’t tie you up,” Arislan looked at the horse in the eyes and pointed a finger at him, “but don’t go anywhere!” Arislan turned and made his way to the door of the bar, shouting back “I mean it!”
Adjusting his helmet and armor once more, Arislan opened the door and entered the bar, the scent of home cooked meals rushing past him and out the door. Arislan took a second to look around, most of the establishment’s occupants were townsfolk. Whispers of the arriving princesses could he heard as well as strange talk of a poorly dressed jester of some kind in the market. It’s a little early to be preparing for the Festival of Harvest, Arislan thought as he removed his helmet and placed it on the bar, taking a seat beside it, must be here for the wedding. Arislan looked at the barmaid and smiled, “I’ll have what he’s having,” he said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at a green haired knight. From his armor Arislan had determined that the man was a knight of Hintrah.

[The PrinceofHeart]

T O U N E X P L A I N T H E U N F O R G I V A B L E

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D R A I N A L L T H E B L O O D A N D G I V E T H E K I D S A S H O W

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Vincent tried his hardest not to just excuse himself to his room when Trinity joined him outside in greeting the new princess. He felt a new wave of pain, and tucked his hands into his pockets to hide his clenched fists.
When the princess asked if she could keep her horse, he nodded, his stiff and carefully guarded. "Of course. There's a stable around back she can stay in."
He glanced over at Trinity for a moment. "My fiance will show you around the castle. I apologize, but I have work to atend to."
Vincent turned on his heel and headed back into the castle with an almost anguished step. He couldn't take it... He always thought about her, and when he saw her he might as well just drop to his knees and beg her not to go through with this and stay.
But she was always stubbborn...

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B Y S T R E E T L I G H T T H I S D A R K N I G H T A S E A N C E D O W N B E L O W

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T H E R E ' S T H I N G S A B O U T M E T H A T Y O U S H O U L D N E V E R E V E R K N O W

[YukariKotoko]

[[ ~ ∞I'm tellin' ya that this'n Jesta ain't a D O L L Y for ya to play with ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ So wipe that damn annoyin' smirk offa yer F A C E ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ Oh yes, surprised that my identity is truly a P R I N C E S S ? ∞ ~ ]]

|| ::~ Rurutia Del Amore ~:: ||

Rurutia gave Jolene a low bow, eyes fixed on her face, and tipping the glass hat slightly with one hand. The whole effect was a little... comical what with the unweildy package on her back and the odd clothes she wore. A pretty girl... could she also be a Princess? She dismissed this immediately - surely if this was a Palace, then they would not have Princesses waiting on others. Well, I sure hope not - afterall... what difference would there be if a Princess didn't see to matters of her Kingdom and infringed upon the jobs of other classes? As she straightened up from the bow, she noticed the to-be-King arriving. Not a particularly fascinating specimen, neither did he seem to be very good at acting - so neither sly.... nor cunning. How peculiar for a ruler. If they lacked these two aspects, then it would be hard going to run Ethra in future. She didn't pity him one bit.

Well, it wouldn't hurt to suck up a little if she were to hide away here under the cover of Court Jester since revealing herself would be troublesome. She didn't like the whole thing, but neither was she stupid. Right, this calls for a little acting, she thought while grimacing. She capered over to the newly arrived Princess, doing what all good Jesters should do, to sing and dance and make merriment for beautiful ladies of court and high station. "Ah, beauties abound, how canst even a King to be spurn teh advances of a lady of hiiiiiiigh sta-tion? Oh me, oh my, tis but a woeful day if a horse cannae find accomoda-tion~" She trilled out, the rhyme settling on the tip of her tongue. "My Lady, my Sweet, your heart is but meek~ this puir jesta t'will but hold thine fort~!" With these words said, she backflipped over the horse and landed before Trinity (since Vincent had already rushed off), dropping in a mock bow, "Oh ruler so wise, seek love for pity and sadness is worth but the passing... of wind!"

All the theatrics done with, she felt a soaring elation as she asserted her role. With a wide, leery smile still on her face while she thought this, the 'Court Jester' put a hand on the cook's shoulder, twirling around her once before doing so, long hair fluttering out behind. "A ne'er seen prettier lady in all the whorehouses of Ethra~!" She said teasingly, with no bad intentions. She actually seriously thought this a compliment.

[manga_artist303]

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Jolene's infamous temper showed itself at the jester's comments. There were two topics that set the her -- brothel girls and bad cooking. After being spun around, the cook planted her feet firmly on the ground. "Would you like to repeat that last remark," she managed to ask calmly, though the expression in her eyes was lethal.

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[YukariKotoko]

[[ ~ ∞I'm tellin' ya that this'n Jesta ain't a D O L L Y for ya to play with ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ So wipe that damn annoyin' smirk offa yer F A C E ∞ ~ ]]

[[ ~ ∞ Oh yes, surprised that my identity is truly a P R I N C E S S ? ∞ ~ ]]

|| ::~ Rurutia Del Amore/Rurutius ~:: ||

"A ne'er seen prettier lady in all the whorehouses of Ethra~!" She announced once more, a twinkle in her eye. Before darting away, she placed a kiss upon Jolene's cheek and gave an impish grin. "Whorehouses'r a place seethin' wi' pretty women such as the looks o'yourself. No idea why they all seem tae gath'r at the same spot though~! Rurutius is nae old enough to see whyfore teh rea'son though. Disnae that appease yon beauty?" Not awaiting the cook's reply, Rurutia capered over to the kitchens, having already learnt the blueprints of the palace while in Laedra. The place was far from impressive. Dilapidated was an understatement. The place was certainly going to the rubbish collectors.

Out of Jolene's sight, the Princess eased the mask off a little, thin fingers patting her cheeks before easing the mask back in place. She rather enjoyed this mask of Jester, but wearing the stupid mask 17 days in a row was really taxing and unpleasant. Well, that was how long it took to ride here on a decent steed, or several as it were. She had changed steeds three times a day and slept for only 4hr stretches each night. So... I guess... one thing to look at is the library... surely, they must have some decent books if these place is so venerable, she snorted subconsciously at the word venerable. "Ah think'll be fine tae to be walked sae far, child... I be offsky to the town and sich - noo?" Setting herself at a light jog, she counted her steps and then rounded a corner that would have been easy to miss if not looked for carefully. Servant's quarters.

With a sigh of relief, Rurutia shrugged off the swathes of bright cloth and let out her corset a little. Ribs and whatnot nigh on crushed from the tightness she had to bind it at, she patted over it gently, checking that all her vials of poison were still safely concealed. She pulled out an overcorset cover from her large bundle and put the silky white garment on, the fine material soft to her skin. Last of all, the girl took her mask off, bright blue eyes blinking at the sudden blinding brightness. While she got over this momentary brightness, she adjusted the glass hat, slanting it to a more fetching angle and adding a few accessories to it as well as slipping a bangle on to her arm. She would have to make her presence known in the area, only so that the Regent would have some evidence of her actually arriving in Ethra. She feared that the peopel may suffer if it didn't appear in the least that she had atleast arrived at the palace.

Finishing by teasing her fringe out of the pony tail, she fluffed it up once more and then stealthily rolled out through the castle window of the room, grabbing the now unsheathed weapon from the bed. With a cloud of dust rising where she landed, Rurutia ran from the castle, and now safely in the confines of the village, she walked and observed. There was no need to flaunt herself anymore - she was well known for a 'ruthless rule' when in fact, these were only rumours meant to scare off invaders. Her appearance would be known quite well by even those lower in the heirarchy. She would have to do no work at all in order to have word of her sent back to the Regent. Finding a trinket that caught her attention, the petite girl looked over the weapons being sold at a high price from a blacksmith's shop. "Trash. Utter and complete trash. These so said weapons would not be worth even a mudpie made by these children." The blacksmith looked up from his forging with an angered look. Grabbing a hefty looking doublehanded sword, he jerked his head towards the door. "Get out." With a haughty smile, Rurutia raised an eyebrow. "I do find that both your swordsmanship and forgery skills are below par." With a roar, the lacksmith charged towards her, sword falling to her when...

..she raised her own weapon in a deft motion and sliced his blade clean in half.

{{Rurutia is so naughty XD}}

[Miomi_Niasou]

ακïяα яεïŋɦαяτ

♫~♫ ℓïττℓɘ gïяℓ ∂σŋ'τ cяყ... ♫~♫

Akira looked softly toward the prince as he walked away. She took a large gulp as she watched him gently. Azure eyes blinked softly as her attention went to where he had said the stable was. "Strike is a male.." she said in a hushed tone notifying he was a stallion not a filly. She turned around and faced Trinity, "I am sorry if I arrived at a bad time miss." she spoke with a quick bow. Suddenly she noted rurutia come up in front of her as a jester. A smile fell upon her lips when she flipped over Strike. As well, she blinked softly as she sang and watched as she spun around with the cook.

♫~♫ ï'ℓℓ bɘ ωïτɦ ყσµ αℓωαყs. ♫~♫

[manga_artist303]

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(( She's sure in trouble with Jolene if she comes back. XD ))

Zane smiled as he walked through the port town with Anne, searching for a good place for her to practice knife throwing. He sighed, scratching his head. "There really isn't a lot of good spots around here..." Forests were much better for practicing with weapons, especially knives. Rocks could really damage the metal... and unfortunately, rock, sand, and water were pretty much the only things around.

(( Just a note so people don't get confused... Abel, Cain, and Zenith are all in an Ethran port town, not the village near the castle. ))

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[The PrinceofHeart]

Y o h o ! Y o h o !

Anne sighed a bit, holding onto Zenith's hand as they walked around and tried to find a place to practice. He had a point; open places like the shore wasn't exactly the best of places for the sort of things he needed to show her.
"Um... Well, the forest we crossed through is probably not that far from here. Think we should ride Tenshi out there?" That at least would bring them to somewhere private.

A p i r a t e ' s l i f e
f o r m e !