-Alright everyone, I am a noob to the guild, and since i had a hard time finding a starting place in the other RP stories, I decided to start my own. Well, here it goes...!!-

"I hate weapons training..." the princess thought to herself after being knocked down for the millionth time that morning. "I hate the trainer more. Lucky for him, he's my uncle, or else, I would have had my father behead him, or, I could have fed him to Rajim, my pet tiger", she thought, smirking to herself. A guard came running to her side moments later, "Princess Vyra, your father wishes to speak with you. Your lessons are to be cut short for today". Yeeeesssss!!!! My prayers have been answered!! Oh wait, we're having "company" today, aaah man...Now I have to, play nice," she thought to herself before bowing to her uncle and saying, "Till tomorrow, sir". She turned off on her heel, feeling sore all over, secretly cursing him under her breath.

She enters her father's chambers, unchanged, and bleeding, "I figure, I should hear what he has to say, now, before I get cleaned up,"-sighs- "It's probably just a reminder that today is the day the suitor arrives to "whisk me away" me away, and then turn me into a "baby-making machine, yuck..." she thought to herself feeling disgusted. "The last three suitors went running when they met Rajim, maybe he should make another guest appearance, I do trust his judgment after all. If this one doesn't run off screaming, or is torn limb by limb by him, then, I guess I'll give him a chance...or just beat some sense into him."

She stood there waiting for her father to enter the room, hoping that he would not bring the guest to his chambers at that very moment, as if it was a"planned surprise". She walked over to the mirror to see how she looked. Her hair in a single plait, now matted and dusted. Her olive skin now, bruised and dirty. Her clothing, although they were designed for such occasions, were just as dingey. "Well, if he is not impressed with my "elegant" attire, at least he will be enchanted by my soft, green eyes", she thought to herself and giggled. "Hmph, I do not look to bad for my age, well, I am nineteen afterall, that's not old, although, other princesses are usally married and birthing babies by now," -sighs-"I don't want to be like them. I am NOT like them. I have a mind of my own, and DAMN IT!!! I need no stuck-up, pompous, prince to tell me how to use it!!" Princess Vyra thought to herself feeling a bit angry now having thought this. But then, her attitude changed, and she became calm, yet sad,"Although, it would be nice, to have, someone..."

-Alright people, it's your turn now, guess this is the part where you guys get to wrok the story any which way you want. We can talk about the upcoming prince, introduce some friends, or some1 can be the king, but no1 can be the tiger, he doesn't speak, with his words that is. Well, I'm sure you guys know how to work this better than I do, so if I messed up anyhow, please let me know, I am a noob, but I am willing to learn from anyone and fix my mistakes. Well, Happy RP everyone!!-