[[This was a starter for a roleplay that involve a princess (spoiled rotten) and a servant sent to entertain her while her father waged a war. She was kept in an isolated castle and her father and his most trusted men were the only ones (asides from the people working there) that knew her location. Daddy just had to protect his little girl. Pfft.]]
Emilia Geneve Voclain had posed quite unhappily for this portrait. It had been for her eighteenth birthday which had been exactly eight months ago. It had been started a week before her eighteenth birthday and had been completed in time for Emilia's big birthday bash which had consisted of all her father's friends and royal acquaintances. Emilia remembered the portrait and the party with nothing but annoyance. Although she did smirk at the memory of her father and the artist's shocked and horrified faces when she had come waltzing in with her hair cut short. The only thing that had ruined the moment was that awful ceremonial gown she had been forced to wear for the sitting. It had been so uncomfortable. Emilia had found it to be gaudy with all the pearls sewn on it.
Emilia huffed and turned from the portrait of herself. She was sick of looking at how the artist had ruined her expression. Emilia distinctly remembered scowling throughout the entire time she was posing for that quack of an artist. Instead he had given her a thoughtful and almost sad look. It was disgusting. She had almost gone into a rage when she had seen the finished piece. But it didn't matter now. No one would see this portrait.
It had been moved along with Emilia when her father had informed her that there was a war going on and she was being relocated for her own safety. Emilia balked at the idea at first and then calmed when she had found out that the dull and irritating palace servants would not be coming with her. Instead, she had a small staff that mostly left her alone in this new castle. Her father had also hinted that she was going to get a nice surprise when she arrived at the castle hidden by forest, nestled at the based of a mountain. Emilia had been there almost three whole days and there was still no sign of this surprise.
Emilia stomped her foot in irritation then headed towards the lounge where Emilia knew tea and snacks would be waiting for her. It was tea time after all and just because there was a war going on did not mean that she had to miss her favorite time of the day. She wondered what kind of tea time snack her new chef had prepared for her.