[ Poll ] [ fσuя кιиgdσмs ] an αяяαиgєd marriage Lit+

PB&J or Mac n' Cheese?

PB&J		18.2%	[ 4 ]
Mac n' Cheese		81.8%	[ 18 ]

Total Votes: 22

[c h e e r f u l CYNIC]

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xxxxxxXxxxтнεяε's α ℓιт c ι ɢ α я ε т т ε
xxxxxxxxxxxXxxxιи тнε нαиם σf мч иεω α и ɢ ε ℓ

Demitri's mind raced with possibilities as a servant went to fetch the princess, and he couldn't help but be a bit nervous. Not anxious, but downright nervous. Chewing on the inside of his lip, he glanced warily at Marquis, who stood a few feet away from him, silent as ever. He sort of wished that the man would be unable to shut up; it would have distracted him. But then he realized that it would have also irritated him, so...it was better that the old man be silent, in the end.

It wasn't long before the prince could hear ruffling from around a corner, and turned his head just in time to see a young woman come walkign around the corner. "That must be her...Maria." He automatically smiled at her, unable to stop himself. He had to admit: she was beautiful. What stood out the most was her hair; a deep red, but not obnoxious in the least. Pretty. Very pretty. She seemed a little flustered, but it didn't bother him; he saw now reason to expect otherwise. Meeting your surprise fiancee was always a bit nerve-wracking, he assumed. Maybe another reason was because she was dressed so...casually. It didn't bother Demitri; in fact, he liked it. It gave him a hint as to the fact that she might be a little less uptight than he'd thought. She pulled it off rather well, actually.

She'd introduced herself. Her voice was pretty; one that he wouldn't actually mind listening to for, well, the rest of his life, he supposed. That was how long marriage was supposed to last, right? Of course! Demitri opened his mouth to respond, to return the greeting, but paused. Maria had reached out and touched his shoulder. He gave her a puzzled look before she explained herself, mumbling in embarrassment, no doubt. Demitri chuckled lightly, his smile curling his mouth at the corners - but always one side moreso than the other. "No, it's perfectly alright. Rather embarrassing on my, part, however." He tried his best to be as easygoing as he could in this situation, trying to make it more comfortable for the both of them. He hoped he was doing well. He was by no means antisocial or socially awkward, but he wasn't much of a talker. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, as well, Princess. No need for titles, though; you can just call me Demitri." He said, smiling at her. He never actually stopped smiling, but that didn't really matter.

Unfortunately, he had only just now noticed a second female presence; the Queen. Panicking, he quickly turned to her and bowed in respect. "My apologies, Your Highness; I didn't see you at first..." he murmured, hoping that he hadn't made a bad first impression.


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xXxxxαиם иσω εvεячвσםч ω α и т s нεя



☼☼x::x█████xт н εxεℓםεsтxв я σ т н ε яx█████x::x☼☼

[BlackDouglas]

ąthena ƓorngusXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

You can delegate authority, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
but not responsibility xxxx

She laughed again. Athena could tell he was telling the truth about his tutoring. His eccentric personality seemed like one to 'space out' unless he was really getting involved with something. Vyse probably skipped his classes. He happened to have left his home quite quickly too, she wouldn't be suprised. "I'll take you up on that challenge later." she smiled at him, but it was quite mischeviously. It would be quite a win to take down the eldest prince from the land of the brave. But then again, he had out fighting for the common people for a time so probably knew a thing or two more than her. Though, it did sound exciting. She had been fighting against her trainers and servants for years now and wasn't sure if she won because of her training, or because she was royalty and they let her.

At last, he finally looked at her again. She noticed his body language, and he didn't seem to like looking at her too often. This was obviously because of her gender, but she was glad to see his ability to speak to women was improving. Heck, he'd been to talking to her the whole time. She hoped she could make him comfortable enough to get over his fears. Well, she could only imagine what the ceremony would be like if he couldn't look at her or speak whilst at the alter. Though, she had to admit, it is quite a funny picture. "Okay, Reggie it is. Well... between you and I." she whispered and smiled at him, a little honored. He did seem to not like it, but he spoke his words truthfully. He really didn't mind.

As he mentioned her parents, she nodded. Well, for one of them. It slightly hit her that he hadn't known of her mothers death about 13 years ago. This was a little suprising considering her Kingdom mourned her death for a while. Then again, he didn't live in her Kingdom. And he had already mentioned he liked to space-out. He could have honestly missed the news. "Yes, you will be meeting my father." she just decided to leave it out for now. They were now having a much better time, and this news could crumble that. "It may be. But, you do not need a notebook. You just think you do." she gently curved her lips as she glanced at him. "Look at how well you've been doing now, with me. No notebook at all and you're doing fine." It was the truth too. Lifting her hand, she placed it on his shoulder and looked at him in the eye to show she was trying to motivate him. "Just be yourself. Be... Reggie." Athena laughed after. It really was an cute name.

[Crucified Panther]

˚• ℳαrïα • ˚

⇝ say it ℓoud and there's music ℘laying ⇜
⇝ say it soft and it's almost like ℘raying ⇜ ╭♥

┏━━━━━━━━━┓

Well, Maria was a bit at ease. He seemed to take her absurd , quite random signs of OCD well. At least he's trying, I should put forth some effort as well. But the prince was a new - new - thing. Maria didn't always like new things. Especially a handsome prince that randomly pops up. Definitely not in her comfort zone.

But my gosh he sure has a pretty smile, she couldn't help it. She smiled back, only to realize her mother was behind them. She loved her mother, she really did, and Maria knew she was only staring at them like hawks because she wanted it to go well. But this poor prince - Demitri, yes, best start calling him that, was definitely startled by her presence. Well, since the plans involved this prince coming to her comfortable normalcy, it might be best to offer a hand and make him feel something of normal as well.

"Princ - I mean, Demitri, how about I show you around the castle?" Maria took his arm and put it between her arm to court her. She prayed that was alright, she was just so used to taking the reigns on things.

So, she walked him inside, all the servants bowing whenever they entered a certain hall (stop that! she wanted to chide so badly.) Some even said congratulations! She turned a bit pink, and mumbled a thank you. (Gosh, shouldn't they have been doing other things instead of stalking them?)

It hadn't really hit her this was her future husband. Groom. Fiancee. Maria looked at him up and down, trying to put it in her mind, but nothing clicked. It wasn't because he wasn't attractive - he most certainly was. And those eyes! It was only because he was new - gosh, how many times she had to stress this word! In order to fully understand, it'd have to be routine for her. That's just how Maria worked.

"So, Demitri, mind telling me about yourself?"

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

[Xain234]

xXVyse| |LeandorXx

The Righteous Hammer of Justice

Eternally Bound with My Burning Soul

Come, Embrace the Fist!

Don’t say that name with such a face! It’s a killing technique! A deadly blow against the minds of mortal men! Vyse grinned and gave Athena a thumbs up, quite the contrary to how he felt inside, for once concealing his embarrassment halfway, even though he didn’t realize she’d seen through his thinly veiled actions before with little difficulty. Taking the ring off his left index finger, the man gently grabbed the hand on his shoulder and placed the ring on Athena’s. ”That little thing has been a guiding light for me since I was a child, I’m giving it to you since it turns out you’re an even brighter beacon. Treat me well, alright?” He teased playfully, holding Athena’s slender hand in both of his now. Truly he realized this woman managed to bring a new level of confidence to him. Hell he was actually a tad bit happy that things turned out the way they did, even if he couldn’t admit it much yet. ”I’ll do my best to become a man worthy of you.” With that said, Vyse took a step back and crossed his arms in satisfaction, nodding to himself as if having thought of a great idea. Yes, he would go meet her father with all the confidence that a Prince of Leandor could have. Suddenly punching a fist into an open palm Vyse had a look about him coupled with a fire in his eyes that either screamed for trouble or some grand scheme involving justice. Blinking, he looked around and remembered he was in a library and more importantly in the castle of a foreign kingdom, and that simply going around punching things wasn’t going to make a good impression nor solve anything. A good healthy fist of justice is not needed at this time. Glancing over at Athena the man laughed sheepishly. ”Old habits die hard.”

[c h e e r f u l CYNIC]

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xxxxxxXxxxтнεяε's α ℓιт c ι ɢ α я ε т т ε
xxxxxxxxxxxXxxxιи тнε нαиם σf мч иεω α и ɢ ε ℓ

Hearing Maria's voice, Demitri returned his attention to her. He smiled at her, making it easier for her to hold his arm. "I'd like that, Princess.." he murmured, giving a small bow and thanks to the Queen as they passed her.

Maria was warm, comfortable when joined by the arm with him. It was a pleasant feeling, to know that - so far, at least - they were getting along. Of course, they didn't really know each other yet. Yet. Demitri couldn't help but feel anxious at the thought of that word. This Maria was his fiancee. His future bride. Wife. He couldn't help but imagine her in a beautiful white gown, and quickly dispersed that image from his brain; how could he even think like that when they'd only just met? Well, he had the thought of her as his wife in his brain; that's how.

God, that was a little scary. He'd never had a girlfriend, so he didn't even really know how to act romantically with a woman. Chewing on his lip again, he walked in silence with her until she spoke. She'd seemed like she'd been deep in thought, and - being the quiet person that he was - Demitri decided to let her stay that way until she was done. But, when she asked him to tell her about himself, he chuckled lightly.

"Well, I'm not very good at talking about myself, but..I'll try my best. What would you like to know?" He asked, looking down at her as they walked. He'd seen a few of the servants congratulating them, and he tried not to be embarrassed, but ti was a little difficult. So, as a result, his cheeks were dusted with a light layer of pink.


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xXxxxαиם иσω εvεячвσםч ω α и т s нεя



☼☼x::x█████xт н εxεℓםεsтxв я σ т н ε яx█████x::x☼☼

[BlueBlueBluee]

{ we need t i m e }

O l i v e r. X a n d e r. M a g n i s i u s.

{ only t i m e }

Oliver smiled back at the Princess, still staring at her in that respective, almost shy way of his. Perfect. She was perfect so far. A bit odd, but that was good. He didn't want some mindless, 'perfect' girl who did everything she was told without a second thought. That would be troublesome. Besides, he didn't believe in male superiority,

He found her manner quite amusing so far, and felt pretty proud of himself. He hadn't screwed anything up. Yet. But he hoped to god he wouldn't. Cocking his head to the side a bit, he pointed to himself.
"I... am Oliver." He replied, giving another little bow.

Now Gwen had a mischievous smile on her lips, and Oliver couldn't help but wonder what she could possibly be planning. He knew it would take thought, though, so he braced himself, almost strangely excited and, of course, nervous.

xxxxxxxxxbut tell me d a r l i n g, do you wish we'd fall in l o v e?
the s e c o n d child of magnisius

[JayJayAijin]

_{ » Adrian Lo Magnisius - - - ||

Ah this room has to belong to someone of high importance. Most likely a girl. Could this be on of the princess’ rooms?

Hearing a sound from the doorway the male turned slowly to see who it was coming in on him. Though it wasn’t like he should be surprised, this happened to be someone else’s room, not his. Better yet, Ari was a total stranger and had no business creeping into someone else’s room period. Why was he here now? Boredom? Curiosity? The second one for sure.

Before he could say anything Ari took note of the girl’s expression. From his analysis this was her room and well, she wasn’t very pleased to see him intruding into it. Unable to describe what he was doing Ari only wondered what matters would be taken by the girl. Around the time of this thought Ari began to gaze at her from top to bottom, just observing.

Her hair, a lovely color, unmatched by anyone else in his kingdom. Those eyes, well he could figure that if she was in a better position she would have a kinder more high spirited gaze. The clothing worn gave away that she was in fact someone of very high importance since the material was made of the finest. And finally her seemingly flawless skin meant that she took care of herself very well.

I assume I’m dealing with one of the daughters of Gorgnus. What do I do now? Thought Ari absent mindedly.

Could he just say who he was and why he was here? That might be the best bet and yet she could just call the guards and he’d be taken down in less than one second. Which wasn’t something that the young prince wanted to occur. So he figured that his first answer would be the best bet. Lowering his head the brown locks fell in front of his eyes as he bowed slightly.

“Forgive my rudeness…I had gotten lost. I am prince Adrian Magnisius, an I was looking for one of the Gorgnus’ royalty.” There he said it. Hopefully she wouldn’t flip out on him and cause a big ruckus. Oh how he hoped.

[toniie maccaroniie-x]

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The advice that Maria had given her it was rather helpful, and gave Seiko some kind of hope for herself. Smiling at her older sister as she was called because Prince Demitri had arrived. Seiko nodded, "Good luck sister.." But as she got up, the younger princess remained in her seat and continued to stare at her soup. With a slight sigh, Seiko stood from her seat and thanked the chef as they were close in the kitchen.

She slowly yet dantily trotted her way out of meal hall to merely look from one end of the hall, to the other. It was so quiet. Her prince hadn't arrived yet. Heavily sighing to herself, she was wondering what was taking so long. Melody was off and going to meet her prince, and Maria's had just arrived. Life as of right now, was to quiet, and rather boring. Seiko hummed as she made her way down the long stairs going down to the lobby. She stopped about half way down as she noticed her mother, Maria, and what looked as if to be Prince Demitri. Fluttering her eyes, she then continued down the stairs and towards her mother only to grab and tug at her arm to catch her attention. "Mother, when is my prince coming..?" She whispered into her ear gently and with such impatience.

Her mother turned and smiled, "With due time sweetheart.." She gently petted Seiko's head and smiled at Prince Demitri and Maria as she began to show him around. Letting out another exasperated sigh, Seiko made her way outside.

She stopped once more as Prince Demitri's guards and servants stared at her with a smile. She merely gave them a slight look of discust before making her way dantily down the cement steps to only reach gravel. It crunched, and clicked as her feet were placed gently upon it.

Suddenly, Seiko placed her hands firmly on her small hips. "Stop starin' would yahs.." She said rather rudely, she hated just being stared at. Yes, she was a Princess and YES. She was wearing a stunning gown. "Staring is rude.." She scuffed her shoe and headed towards the garden. That place was so peaceful, her white roses she planted were there and growing most beautifully. A small smile placed her lips as she touched their gorgeous pedals.

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[Crucified Panther]

˚• ℳαrïα • ˚

⇝ say it ℓoud and there's music ℘laying ⇜
⇝ say it soft and it's almost like ℘raying ⇜ ╭♥

┏━━━━━━━━━┓

Oh, right, that was a rather dumb thing to ask, she thought in her head. Course, she wouldn't say that out loud, for Maria never liked to say anything she did was dumb, but she could sure think it.

"This is the meal hall, there's a lot of smaller chairs and tables around the royal table because the servants eat here too," she continued showing him around, telling him everything a matter-of-factly. Maria couldn't help it - she loved to talk and tell people things. This was just her doing the best thing she knew how to do! She didn't know whether she should show him everything. Both him and herself might die if she brought him to the royal bedrooms.

"This is the seamstress's quarters..." She thought back to their original conversation.

Well, what did she want to know about him? Mostly everything, but she already asked that general question and got back his response, which really didn't tell her much of anything of him. Golly, how'd you get those pretty gold eyes in your bloodline? would just sound creepy, and she didn't want that to happen again. What did princes do? All her siblings were of the female gender, she never raised a prince before. Actually, she rarely talked to the opposite gender besides servants. Well, unless you count the authors of the books she read. But for some reason she didn't strike him as the what-does-your-kidney-look-like type of guy.

Simple, Maria. Simple questions.

Do you have a strong connection with your family?

...No. That wasn't simple.

She couldn't help but squeeze his arm gently as she tried to think. Why was this so hard? Was it because he was intimidating? No, maybe intimidatingly handsome, but nothing to keep her from talking. Different than what she was used to? Well, she supposed...

"Oh, this is the castle's library," she halted at the entrance. Maria was in such a rush after being late she forgot to close the door, giving them both a full view of the library. And smack dab in the middle, her chair and the round table in front of it. What a mess. Her books scrambled around her chair, some open some closed, with her notes sprawled all over. She stifled back a gasp. Gosh, he must think we're untidy people! "So sorry, uh, I was rather late for my afternoon meal that I didn't clean up," she coughed out.

Should she move on to another room? This was her most favorite place. Did princes enjoy reading too? Or were they too busy galloping away on horses and doing "manly things" to pick up a book? What did princes do was probably the best question she should have asked.

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[BlackDouglas]

ąthena ƓorngusXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

You can delegate authority, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
but not responsibility xxxx

A small satisfied chuckle escaped Athena's lips as he gave her a thumbs up. This was good sign. Her father could and probably would be a hard man to please, being the father of three daughters, he was possibly more protective of all of them than she was of her siblings. But if Vyse acted as himself, she was sure her father would see the man she was seeing as of now. A brave and eccentric young man with a sense of justice and a timid side for women. Surely this would be enough for the King to accept him. She was not wanting there to be any conflict between the Kingdoms, so wanted this to run smoothly. Athena also understood her responsibility for her people and would sacrifice her love life for them. Besides, Vyse wasn't a bad choice at all. Marrying him may not a bad thing at all if things continued to go as they were.

As he grabbed her hand from his shoulder, she glanced at him a little confused on what he was doing. That was until she saw him take off his own ring and slide it onto her own. Now understanding, she listened to him still a little shocked at the early gift. They had only met today, gifts were to be for later. When she heard him speak of it's importance, she quickly gasped a little. "N-No, no, no... You c-can't-" her words were now unusually mixed and stuttered, very unlike her normal demeanour. She stopped herself, knowing to reject a gift was an insult. But she still felt bad that he had given her something of such sentimentality. Staring down at it, a guilty expression lay on her face. It was a beautiful ring, despite it being without much larger gems. It was simple, with smaller incrusted diamonds fitted in all the right places. But it was the curvilinear design which covered it that left her in awe. The detail and artistic hand that must have made this...

Looking back to Vyse, she smiled even if it was still a little sadly. His words had heartened her some, and she was now intensely flattered by him. So much so that she could actually feel a slight warmth on her cheeks. Hopefully, the hues of red which already surrounded her appearance and attire would help blockade it's obviousness. Never in her life had she heard someone speak so highly of her, in a way that was different from a parents approval. It was a different feeling, but still a good one. Though, she felt she wouldn't be able to handle too much of this sort of attention. Become a man worthy of her? That was definately too much and she bowed her head slightly. Yes, she was embarassed. Though, she felt her mother would be nothing less than proud to hear such things. Athena could thank her and her father for the way she turned out.

Raising her now ringed finger to her lips, she laughed at his fist punching again. His actions were really something different and was always entertaining to see. He was nothing short of an eccentric guy, this Vyse. "Don't let that habit die. I like it." she smiled honestly at him. It was strange that they could be so different, yet they could still get along quite fine. She nodded at his comment and was now trying to get used to the unfamiliar weight on her finger now. In other terms, she really did need to get used to that feeling. If they were to get married, she would be wearing a ring on her finger for the rest of her life. His gift was still pressing against her heart. As they had obviously passed formalities, Athena stepped forward and raised her arms to wrap around his neck to pull him into an embrace. "Thank you, Reggie. I will do my best to treat you well. I promise." She hugged him tightly so he would understand her appreciation of the parting of his childhood ring, and his strong words.

[Xain234]

xXVyse| |LeandorXx

The Righteous Hammer of Justice

Eternally Bound with My Burning Soul

Come, Embrace the Fist!

Vyse blinked, at a loss for what to do combined with the fact that Athena was so close to him. The man quietly waved his hands around a bit unsure of what to do with them until he finally settled on reciprocating the hug and wrapping his arms around Athena’s waist in what was hopefully taken as something that wasn’t offensive. ”Uh… Right.” Was all he managed to spit out, which was rather good considering everything. He could have done way worse and turned into a blushing moron, but that was averted. For the moment. ”What do you say to meeting your father? I suppose we should at least get that out of the way while I’m here. I’d like to do so before dinner so I don’t get some awkward feeling or another. Ah, but dinner’s going to be awkward either way won’t it..” Naturally he was referring to the Magnisius Princes that would most likely be attending the same meal. He had seen the guards and coat of arms on his way there, and knew that at least one of them was here, not so confident about a second though. Either way he didn’t quite like the way those of the Magnisius kingdom operated, nor did he forsee him getting along with them. One could just equate it to the relationship between oil and water and be done with it. Oh well, so long as he behaved in a manner befitting someone who represented the Leandor kingdom all would be fine. Yup, it was time to put what little diplomatic knowledge he had to the test. Wouldn’t be that hard either considering he hadn’t eaten for two days straight due to being kidnapped shortly after he woke up, shoved into a caravan, and sent on his way here. Guh, how much longer would he have to wait to eat either? Vyse should’ve taken those snacks with him when he had the bloody chance. Note to self, when someone offers to bring food along then bring the food along and don’t forget about it! Same thing with not leaving the notepad behind. The notepad is helpful and a valuable companion. Getting out of his own thoughts and turning his attention back to his future wife, Vyse’s usual grin came to his lips as he moved away from Athena and offered her his arm to take. ”Shall we?”

[Innocence The Sin]

ೄ Ƙąĭĸơ Ɲǡʀɥțȃ Ɠōŗƞǥǚşೄ

`~ Isn't there a Ϣhite Кnight upon a fiery steed?~`

`~Late at night I toss and turn and Ðʀɇдм of what I need.~`

ᆙᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᆖᅨ

Kaiko whispered to herself upon seeing the male, "The lost guest." Her dainty digits gripped more firmly to the door knob, unsure of what to make of this encounter. It was not the most pleasent. The lost man wandered his way into her room, which wasn't in the best condition due to the ruckess that accurred this morning.

The male seemed to be of a well upbringing. This, of course, was excepted. Why else would there be guards from two foriegn countries in her home? One set was explained by Prince Vyse whom left with her eldest sister, Athena. This man explained the other set.

His expression was particularly difficult to read. He didn't seem to have an expression at all. Despite this, his figure resembled someone Kaiko held dear. Who could that be? It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite place it in words.

“Forgive my rudeness…I had gotten lost. I am prince Adrian Magnisius, an I was looking for one of the Gorgnus’ royalty."

She blinked, standing there in awe. A prince! A prince was standing in her room! A stinging sensation brought her back to reality soon before she registered what manners should be used in this situation. It was her palms once again; they had begun to flare up giving her a burning pain. "Ow!" She rose her palms to her face once again, blowing air onto them to try and numb the pain. She remembered the condition of her hair and dress from her 'trip' and became utterly embarrassed.

'Oh no! I'm not in a presentable appearance at all!'

Kaiko's face grew hot red as her optics filled with wet tears, "This isn't how I'm suppose to meet my prince at all!"

This was unlike any of her dreams. In fact, it could be considered to be the exact opposite. Nothing was right. Her hair was a mess, the side of her dress was torn, and her room was an absolute reck! Luckly it seemed that Prince Adrian had not notice the torn fabric on the side of her saphire gown. She hurriedly pulled the side of her dress behind her and fell to her knees in order to hide that embarassment from his view. She was so confused. Why now? Why did she have to be so clumsy? Why did Prince Adrian have to look so much like... him?

She couldn't even bare to close her eyes as she cried. This was not how a princess should act when meeting a prince. Unknown to Kaiko, this wasn't just Prince Adrian Magnisius, it was her future husband.

[II Kode Red II]

Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts[♥]?
Just a cage of rib bones--and other various parts...
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess...
...And stop that muscle that makes us confess.

º Gwen laughed, her voice ringing through the air like a chorus of tiny bells. "Oliver! Splendid!" she said, taking one of his hands. "I trust that you know why you're here. I certainly do. And I must know--how do you feel about all of this? I'm sorry to seem forward, but if we're going to be..." she struggled finishing her sentence. It was a difficult concept to grasp, after all. Her getting married! At nineteen. To a boy she'd just met a grand total of, what? Two minutes ago?

It was rather important to get his perspective on this whole situation. And he really had to stop bowing, for goodness sake. Imagine a marriage that dull and stiff all of the time. On cue, her wild imagination took off, and she pictured a scene several years into the future. She and who she assumed to be Oliver were sitting in chair opposite each other in front of a roaring fire. They were reading little books and their reading glasses were perched on the tips of their noses. There was no sound save for the random 'pop' from embers in the fireplace.

"Are you enjoying your book, dear?" she'd ask.
"It's alright." he'd reply.
More silence.
"Was your trip a pleasant one?" she'd inquire.
"The weather was a little cold for my taste" he'd mutter.
More popping sounds from the fireplace.

What's worse was her picture of their marriage if they ended up utterly detesting each other. She could easily see herself hurtling china plates and other glass items at him from a distance, yelling all the while.

She really had to stop daydreaming. It always set her up for a sense of complete hopelessness. Shaking off these feelings, she looked back at what would be her future...husband. Maybe that was a little too forward. "I'm sorry, you don't need to answer if you don't want to." she was quick to inject. "How about we just walk? Or maybe I should show you wear your room is?" she looked away, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

We are so fragile...
And our cracking bones make noise--
& we are just breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys...

[BlueBlueBluee]

{ we need t i m e }

O l i v e r. X a n d e r. M a g n i s i u s.

{ only t i m e }

Oliver watched Gwen, a little amazed. She was quite a character, like he'd predicted. Definitely not a cliche princess. The prince could have danced with relief. But, that would be strange. So he didn't. Instead, he smiled and laughed a little.

His view on the situation, though... That was a tricky one. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, but he didn't want Gwen to think he loathed her. He bit his lip, going into that deep, trance-like thinking of his. Well... he was rather please with Gwen. But 'I really really like you, even though we only met like five seconds ago' didn't seem like the right thing to say. Sounded creepy, in fact. Of course, 'Ugh, it's so stupid! Parents are totally unfair.' didn't sound good, either. No. Neither would work. Especially the last one; he was a prince, not a whiny, spoiled, little girl. Shame on himself for even thinking the last one.

So, eventually, he answered her. With what he thought was best, while admitting his own actual thoughts on the subject.
"Well... It's a bit strange. I mean, I've barely ever thought about marriage and now... Well, you get it don't you? But, I think it could be alright. If we tried hard enough." Oliver gave another little smile, wondering if she'd agree. He hoped he said the right thing.

He didn't want Gwen to think his response stupid. That was the last thing he wanted. For some reason, he had an image of her throwing something at him for his idiotic words. Perhaps her shoe. And Oliver would rather not have a pointy heel lodged into his brain. But he cleared his head. Such absurd thoughts. She wouldn't do such a thing. Just yet, anyway.
"Ah, yes. A walk. Brilliant." He said, breaking the silence, and offering his arm to her. It would be a good way to get to know some basics about this woman, and maybe it'd help him learn his way around the castle a bit better.

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Something unusual happened next within a matter of moments. Thinking that this particular girl would surely call for the guards and scream she did something unexpected. She began to heat up and seemingly began to tear up. What exactly was playing in her head he did not know. One thing was certain. That he did not wish for this alternative to occur. What could he do? He had not the slightest idea who exactly she was. It wasn’t like at home where he could just offer something to her and she’d accept it willingly. No, she could be a princess for all he knew and touching her would be out of the question.

Please don’t cry. Thought the silent prince as he felt a bit of compassion for her.

Alright not just a bit but a lot. She seemed to have had a rough morning. He already took in account her appearance, ignoring the small little faults and decided that he would do something. Anything to help her from completely breaking down and crying. The best thing he could do was offer something. Reaching into his front shirt pocket he pulled out a hankerchief. Although he was sure that it would most likely be alarming to her he decided that he had nothing better to lose.

Walking close to her he, placing the gentle white hankercheif against her skin and wiping the tears from her eyes. When he finished with such an action he folded the white piece and placed it back into his pocket, like he was taught to do. Though typically you would offer it to her Ari wanted to show he meant not harm and would be willing to help. Finally Ari gave a small smile before backing up.

“I do apologize for entering into your room. I will leave”

Once again he gave a semi bow before turning to head out of the room. Course he would happen to run right into a guard of Gorgnus. Glancing up he noticed the male’s intense look and knew ‘this wasn’t good’. From her disposition and the way he left it could be said he caused this. Boy did Ari have an eventful morning.