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Post: 55811619_91 created on Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:22 amPosted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:22 am
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▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ι τ ' Ş ßεεη ą ωнιlε Şιηcε τнε τωø øғ uŞ τąlkεd Ąßøuτ ą ωεεk Şιηcε τнε dąy yøu ωąlkεd Kηøωιηg τнιηgŞ ωøuld ηεvεr ßε τнε Şąmε Ωιτн yøur εmpτy нεąrτ ąηd mιηε ғ ull øғ pąιη ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ![]() Λlwin Kayetan Leandor paced gracefully up and down the hall to his tower. He wasn’t one to panic much, but he was cautious enough to be knowledgeable that someone important was approaching his home. He continued thinking and wondering to himself about the events of the day, and how they would turn out. Out of character for his nonchalant persona, his mind racked the possibilities of his actions. Alwin gazed briefly at his ladies and men in waiting. They could sense he was anxious, and he regretted that. He hadn’t wanted them to notice he was freaking out, so in order to calm himself and his fellows, he went to his room, and sat down on his window ledge. One leg was propped against the edge furthest from himself, whereas his back on the other. His leg limply fell beside him, as he gazed out the window, trying to calm himself. It was working so far, and hopefully that would continue. Vyse had always told him to be prepared for this day, but still the jitters crawled all over. Vyse, being the wiser and older knew exactly how to act, and what his bride-to-be would look like. Alwin on the other hand was still flabbergasted at the idea of getting married. He wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, for he knew that was the kingdom’s main concern at the this point; it was the thought of being close to someone for the rest of his life that he had never meet before that worried him the most. Kay wasn’t concerned if she was beautiful or homely, he wasn’t shallow as such. If anything he would treat her like the proper young lady that she was. He always believed that mistreating a woman was the more terrible thing an individual could do. He sighed at the ramble in his head, and he quickly retrieved his paint set. It calmed him the most and he loved to explore the vast worlds he created on canvas and paper. His favorite style however was to draw out a simple scene, and then color in with water color pencils. He supposed it was similar to painting with watercolors, be he didn’t care enough to classify the two. Just as Alwin was returning to his spot by the window, a whisp of white caught his eye. He glanced down and his heart sunk. A young maiden in a green gown was approaching the main entrance. Alwin’s heart struck a string, and he was lost for a moment. Hurriedly and out of impulsive he made it past his servants room, down the tower steps, and out his secret door, unnoticed. ∭ Λ ℓ ω ι η к α у ℓ ε α η∂ σ я- ∭ |
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