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 Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 3:41 pm
No real plot. Don't post unless your myself or xXFiascoXx (:
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 2:12 pm
 ┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Ɇṃṃᾲ Ҟʅᾲɍ. ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓ ◈ || ｓｔａｔｕｓ ☾ Profile ☽ |☽|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •๑ ♔ ๑• ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ |☾| Ṇame: Emmaline [Emma] Klar
ᾼge: 18
Ḅio: Emma, at a young age, got off on the wrong foot with the Prince, and has hated him ever since. Everything he does or says just creates more hate for her. When her mother died, she hated him even more. A Prince who still has both parents? Of course they'll be hated by a young Princess missing her mother. After her mother died Emma spent a lot of her time outside in the garden or forest. At one point she made one of the castle guards swear to secrecy, then teach her how to fight with a sword. When she was seventeen she learned from her father that she was to wed the Prince, who had become her rival. She had decided that she would try to be better at anything the Prince did, whether it be sword fighting, or getting along with the commoners.
Ṗersonality: Emma has a competitive nature, and she tries to be the best at everything. She gets along well with children, as well as animals. She can be quite when around new people, and blushes easily. ━━━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━━━ ▬▬▬ ▬▬（ ♪ ）▬▬ ▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 4:22 pm
 (¯`·._.·[ Ðorian Wolfstag ]·._.·´¯) ๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...' ﺴ۩๑ Despite being the prince--the only heir to his throne--she still has the audacity to call him out of his name. It didn't matter how long the two had known each other---she was the one person he couldn't be in the same room with.
His nature was cool, calm and collected, but the moment that he heard from his mother that he was to wed Emma Klar to combine the two countries---everything that he seemed to work for seemed to crash down. Of course everyone thought this wasn't a big deal--so what if two major countries become neutral neighbors--and that was destroyed was his life?! He knew damn well that the princess hated him and he was not one to care much for her either--the feelings were returned mutual.
No matter how many times he would try--his wishes from his own mother who he loves deeply--try to reconcile with the girl, she would just glare at him this menacing glare--he hated it very much. Now he was to live with this girl for the rest of his life--he must endure.๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...but for the sake of my country and my honor---I must endure.' ﺴ۩๑
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 4:34 pm
(¯`•._.•[ Ðorian Wolfstag ]•._.•´¯) ๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...' ﺴ۩๑ He sat quietly... his eyes closed as he took the spoon to his lips and sipped on the bitter juices of the soup that was given to him. Even things that he had take pleasure in before--maybe even loved---now seemed foul. But he was her for his mother, she wanted him to meet with the princess over dinner---alone. There was an air of awkwardness as his knights stood by his side of the table and her ladies in waiting remained by here; both of the groups looking to the prince and princess that were soon to be wedded.
Dorian took a deep breath as he endured every inch of himself not to just get up and leave forever, but he promised his loving mother that he would at least try. He flickered his eyes open and looked down the large family; oaken table and cleared his throat, "Is the meal satisfying for you?" He simply asked. He didn't fear is she was pleased or not, but as a guest to his land and to his home, he had a code of honor to follow.
His knights could cut the tension with a knife---they knew too well how each other their tempers were towards each other and that is what they feared---not necessarily their majesty because he can handle his own but the furniture.
Maybe this wouldn't be the safest way to combine the two countries... by the end of the first few months--most were sure that it would be the death of the lesser or either.๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...but for the sake of my country and my honor---I must endure.' ﺴ۩๑
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2013 7:12 pm
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Ɇṃṃᾲ Ҟʅᾲɍ. ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓ ◈ || ｓｔａｔｕｓ ☾ Furious ☽ |☽|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •๑ ♔ ๑• ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ |☾| Ɇmmaline sat at the table, wishing for the agony to end as she clutched her left fist, which was hidden under the able, until she could feel the pain. 'Why can't I just leave? I wish I had never of come.' She thought, trying not to show her true feelings about the situation. 'If Prince Dorian can act normal in this situation, then so can I.' She thought, determined to be dignified. She looked up from her soup when she heard the Prince speak. "It is fine." She said, keeping any resentment she had from entering her voice. She placed her spoon in the dish, not wanting to eat anymore. "Excuse me." She said, standing a giving a slight bow of the head to the Prince. She left the room with her ladies-in-waiting, keeping the agitated look from her face. When she got to the room she was staying in, she dismissed all but of of her ladies-in-waiting, and sat on the bed with a little angry "Huff". "I don't get why we have to wed." She told Ericka, the Lady-In-Waiting who was closest to her in age, and one of her closest friends. "It's because our King has to improve the economy of our country, Princess." Ericka said, sitting beside Emma on the bed. "But I don't like him." Emma whined, letting her head fall onto the girl's shoulder. Ericka placed a comforting hand upon Emma's head. "'Tis alright, Princess. I'm sure that after a while you two will grow used to each other." Emma groaned, lifting her head. "But I don't want to be used to him!" Ericka gave Emma a hard look. "Princess, you have to at least try to get along with Princes Dorian." Emma made a face at his name, hating the sound of it. "If not for your father, then maybe for your country?" Emma sighed, laying back on the bed. "I'll try." She said, closing her eyes. "But I won't guarantee anything." She said. Ericka smiled. "There we go. Just try not to be rude, alright?" Emma groaned. "Fine." She said, making a face at the thought of getting along with Prince Dorian. 'Never going to happen.' ━━━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━━━ ▬▬▬ ▬▬（ ♪ ）▬▬ ▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 3:55 pm
(¯`•._.•[ Ðorian W olfstag ]•._.•´¯)
๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...' ﺴ۩๑
Dorian watched the girl leave before taking a breather. He felt if he were to breath wrong she would throw a fit. He leaned forward over his food, his head resting on his interlaced fingers as he sighed at the intensity of it all. He would only remain silent or choose words carefully around her and it bothered him. Whatever happened in their youth--he could not remember. It didn't matter how many times he asked for forgiveness, she remained angry at him.
'for my country... for my land...I must endure'
He would tell him this every moment as they ticked to seconds of minutes to hours of the day. "Can we not merge our countries from our own castles? I would think my marriage to be a sacred one to the woman I chose to love...” He growled to himself as he was approached by his fellow guard; a family friend.
”She will have to come around to attempt to even stand you within the same room. Just give it time Dorian…I really do not think it could get any worse.” Roth would think as he looked to the prince and placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. ”Give it time Dorian…please if not for your mother than for the sake of your country.” He assured him with a small smile.
Dorian looked ahead as he now stood up and walked over to the dining room panoramic type window and looked out to the beautiful country side of his motherland. ”I can’t be the only one who agrees with that… I’ll meet her halfway and if she can’t join me into some sort of mutual median then I am going to call off the wedding. I will propose a treaty and that will be that.” He told Roth as he looked back at him with deep blue eyes. He ran fingers through his blond hair as his guards began to murmur amongst themselves of the news they just received. His father wouldn’t be pleased at all.
Roth stammered at his words as he opened his mouth, ”W-wait…what? B-but the unity has to be done through marriage.”
”I will not marry her if she will not come to some sort of terms with me. A written treaty notarized by the courts will suffice enough to join the two lands." Dorian spoke as he looked to his men now, his hands interlaced behind him as he now walked to the door. ”I will continue to try but the last month before we are to marry, if mutuality hasn’t been established by that time then I will propose the treaty. I will address it to my parents and also hers in due time. Now…you are dismissed.” He left it at that and walked to his studies, there he closed the door and remained to himself.
Roth looked to the other knights as they left and could only sigh in disbelief. He had to tell her at least…the fate of the land depended on it. He knew that Dorian’s father, Lord Geory wouldn’t allow this. So with that in thought he walked down the corridors to where the princess was to stay and knocked on the door lightly. ”Princess… may I have a word with you?”
๑۩ﺴ 'She is nothing but a simple minded fool who lives to torment me...but for the sake of my country and my honor---I must endure.' ﺴ۩๑
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 11:40 am
┏┉┄┈┈┈┈┈⌣̊┈̥-̶̯͡ ː̗̀ǁ Ɇṃṃᾲ Ҟʅᾲɍ. ǁː̖́┈̥-̶̯͡⌣̊┈┈┈┈┈┉┓ ◈ || ｓｔａｔｕｓ ☾ Furious ☽ |☽|▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •๑ ♔ ๑• ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ |☾| Ɇmmaline lay on the bed with her head in Ericka's lap, her head being stroked by the girl. "Princess, there is someone at the door." Ericka said, lifting Emma's head from her lap and walking towards the door and pulling it open. Emma stood and smoothed her dress and hair, walking to the door after Ericka. She looked to see that it was one of Prince Dorian's knights, and suppressed a frown. 'What does he want?' She asked herself irritably. Ericka smiled at him and pushed Emma out the door into the hall. "Talk." She ordered, giving the Princess a smile. Emmaline made a huffing sound as the door closed behind her, giving it a glare. After a moment she turned to the Knight, lightening her glare. "What is it?" She asked, trying not to let any anger for the Prince seep into her words. 'This sin't the Prince. This is a knight- No relation whatsoever.' She thought, while a voice in the back of her mind answered, 'Of course, he is the Prince's knight...' But she pushed the thought away. ━━━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━ ⋅ ━━━━━━━ ▬▬▬ ▬▬（ ♪ ）▬▬ ▬▬▬▬
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