no, i think it looked a little better on me [p]

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    ELIZABETH V. CISSEL ?

    [fancypost=background:transparent;width:390px;;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;color:white;font-size:8pt;margin-top:9px;]The sun had only begun to light up the morning sky mere moments ago, but the corridors of the palace were already bustling with activity. Weaving between different groups of servants, Elizabeth finally found her way to the secluded stairwell that she had been looking for, the marble steps that led to the royal family's personal chambers. Undaunted by the regality of the staircase's embellishments, she swiftly began making her way up, the heels of her shoes echoing against the expensive stone with each step she took. The luxurious lifestyle enjoyed by the nobility was not foreign to Elizabeth, nor was the seemingly never-ending flow of servants from one hallway to the next, especially in the lower levels of the building. Though she bore no noble titles, the fair-haired young woman had served in the households of numerous Lords, Earls and Dukes for the most part of her nineteen years. At last, she had worked her way into palace, into the very household of the King. Elizabeth wasn't exactly an official lady-in-waiting due to her common birth, but it wasn't just any servant who had the honour to personally attend to the King on their first day in the palace.


    After several turns down the considerably quieter hallways - from what she had heard, the Queen preferred waking up at a later hour - Elizabeth finally found the door to the room she had been looking for. Every door on this floor was adorned with elaborate carvings, but the intricacy of the detailed design on this particular door indicated that the status of its occupant was far above any other man in the land; this door was the entrance to the private quarters of the King himself. Although Elizabeth had convinced herself the previous night that the man was no different from any other master she had served, now that the moment was finally here, she felt her pulse beginning to race. Inhaling sharply, she brushed a loose strand of golden hair out of her face, knocking gently on the door before entering the room. "Your Majesty?" Cautiously, she closed the door behind her, the hem of the cream-coloured dress she wore lightly brushing against the surface of the floor as she took another step further into the room. Although the curtains framing the large glass windows were not fully drawn back, sunlight still illuminated most of the room. At last, she stopped, about a metre or two from the door, awaiting the King's reponse.


    ((this is sucky sorry i'm bad at starting HAHA))

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    He didn't ask for any of this. Four names, a title, a castle, a piece of responsibility. That wasn't even the worst of it. Alexander can't help that his father had to go and start some stupid war. It wasn't his fault that said father had to go and get himself injured. An insecure throne is always the hardest to inherit. Everything happened too fast for him to process. Still considered a kid at the time, he had no clue how he was supposed to act or behave. Do you ever think that he paid attention at state affairs? No. The days that he wanted to forget have became the days he now cherished the most. A night didn't go by that he never regretted any decisions, it's a cure of not being able to sleep. The light shines in from the moon or the stillness of the night just seems to call out his name. That's when all the thoughts decide to come.


    In the past five years since he married himself off, he's build a routine built off the least amount of effort. A simple routine that always put her asleep before he had the chance to return. Five years of trying for an heir and he's just done. Of course his father had to get himself killed. Add more problems of uncertain death. That one is always great for the nerves. There he goes over thinking things again. The morning chilled skin brushed over his eyes trying to remove any remaining exhaustion. Alexander knew his schedule pretty well. Mostly today was sitting behind a locked door working on trade agreements. He stared out onto the awaking world outside these stone walls. One wrong move left all of them dead. A voice barely jarred him from the sunlight induced trance. A small "Hmm?" escaped the back of his throat in a still groggy and half cynical tone. He halfway glanced over his shoulder then took in realization of who it was. Right, they mentioned? Did they? Usually he's good at tracking the whereabouts of almost everyone in the building. "You are?"

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    ELIZABETH V. CISSEL ?

    INTELLIGENT - CUNNING - AMBITIOUS - WITTY

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    mm i was thinking elizabeth could be 19 and alexander could be a year or two older than her, if that's fine with you? if you need a fancy you can just use mine (quote my post to get the code) and dump in the pictures where they should be HAHA
    sorry for the late reply this week is like super bloody busy for me


    She stood there, balancing a silver tray of China in her hands. Morning tea, she'd been told. The King likes to have his pot of morning tea. Looking at the man before her now, Elizabeth could see the truth behind those words. His eyes expressed little else but tiredness, and the manner in which he'd reacted to her voice, as if snapped out of a trance...if Elizabeth had been younger, perhaps it would have felt wrong, almost, that the man who was supposed to be the strongest, healthiest man in the the kingdom was standing here with an aura of exhaustion surrounding him. But of course, having served several families of nobility since she was a child, Elizabeth knew that the nobles were more often than not falling short of the expectations of the commoners. To her, this was a sight that she'd seen many times over, and it did little to faze her. Besides, given the fact that the King was still dressed in his nightwear, he had probably just woken up.


    When the King asked of her identity, she offered him a small hybrid of a smirk and a smile that often rested on her lips. "Elizabeth Cissel. I've only arrived at the palace yesterday night, Your Majesty. I'm supposed to be your new personal assistant, I believe?" She set the tray down on a table by the side of the room, before walking up to the man. "Would Your Majesty like me to assist you in dressing for the day?" It hadn't escaped her notice that they were the only ones in the room - and the way the duvet and pillows were strewn about the bed indicated that the only person laying there last night had been the King himself. Of course the Queen had a separate chamber to herself - wedded nobility always had separate chambers. However, it was common for the couple to sleep in the same bed often, even if they had their individual bedrooms. A poor rela-? Before she could jump to conclusions, Elizabeth shut the thought down. For all she knew, it could have just been one night apart - and that didn't indicate to anything. It was the Queen who had offered her the opportunity to work in the palace, and Elizabeth wasn't about to make unfavourable assumptions about the royal couple's relationships on her first day on the job.


    ((also, in case you were wondering, the thread's title supposed to be indicating to like, 'no, i think <the crown> looks a little better on me' HAHAHA (but 'looked' was in the song lyric so i left it there)))

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    Alexander William Thomas

    INTELLIGENT - LOYAL - QUIET - STUBBORN

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    Yeah that's fine. Just how things worked in my head I wanted to make him young, but I had no idea how. I think that was part of why I'm having fc issues even though I use the same like three people this is another semi trashy post and umm I think that's all the disclaimers I have


    Last night was a bit of a blur. There may not have been some kind of a fight or disagreement? Usually when she starts shouting in her native language is when he removes himself from the situation. As far as he knows he didn't drink anything. He's never been a fan of the morning. He actually would wage a war against the sun if her could. The poor girl was getting the worst of him. No matter the composure he could normally show someone, it vanished from five in the morning until about noon. Usually he can control it and if not he'll just keep to himself until his brain decides it is actually time to wake up. At least she had some form of tea. Now the type of tea was another story. Alexander scanned his eyes over the blonde figure with slight impatience towards the girl. He wasn't noted on being the most likable fellow out there.


    She introduced herself and he let out an audible scoff. She wouldn't last a day. If he didn't drive her off, someone else would. Emilie had enough insecurity about them that he didn't have a doubt that she would accuse him of something just to try and get a full war started between them. This new girl, Elizabeth did she say? "The queen is down the hall of course, but I assume she's been up for hours." more differences that add wood to the fire. He had to assume at least that was who she was looking for. "The tea though, is it apple? If not take it back." He was noble, but far from lazy. "When you're done with that, I have some business to attend to and need something blue. It's fairly warm, so silk if it's clean, if not, wash it." Alexander didn't bother wasting another second of time. He knew she wasn't here to kill him and she probably knew who he was. No more time needed to be wasted. His persona would be in a complete change by the time the day progressed.

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    ELIZABETH V. CISSEL ?

    INTELLIGENT - CUNNING - AMBITIOUS - WITTY

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    nO nO nO its a good post!! shh
    you can edit the numbers after the image url ('75% 0%' etc) to adjust the placement of the image! like '100% 100%' would be the bottom right corner of the image haha


    She heard the scoff following her short introduction, and Elizabeth narrowed her blue eyes fractionally. They had barely met for a minute, and yet he was already mocking her, already brushing her off as another giggly maiden - which couldn't be further from the truth. She hadn't gotten this position merely through a series of giggles and eyelash-batting, thank you very much. Elizabeth had worked her way up into the palace, to the extent that she even occasionally regretted some of the things she'd done to get here; connections didn't fall into your lap simply because you asked nicely. Then again, what did he know? The King had everything he could ever want within his reach from the moment he was born, with every need and want of his tended to every moment of the day. Still, she bit down on her bottom lip, forcing her smile to remain on her lips - that much she had learnt during her years of work.


    His cold manner as he shot out orders did little to better her impression of the King, but it wasn't as if she were expecting anything different. Elizabeth knew, of course, that he was a busy man and had little time to hold conversation with his servants, but the least he could do was to try to be a little more polite when instructing her. "Of course, Sir. They told me apple was your favourite." Apparently, the King had had a penchant for apple tea since he was a boy and absolutely refused to drink anything else. This might have struck the average civilian as odd, but to her, it was one of the milder quirks of the aristocracy Elizabeth has had to deal with. At least his particular affinity to apple tea made some sense; it was meant to be a relief for headaches, which the King seemed very much in need of at this moment. Walking back to where she had placed the tray, she picked up the teapot, intending to pour the man a cup of tea. However, the teapot ended up being a lot hotter than she had expected, and she dropped the entire teapot onto the marble floor. A curse escaped her lips as the china shattered and tea streaked the bottom of her dress; Elizabeth hadn't had an accident like this for years, and she just had to break her record on her first morning of serving royalty. Colour ran to her cheeks at the thought, and the normally cool-headed blonde struggled to find her words. "I-I'm so sorry, I-I'll get someone to clean this up right away."


    ((gonna be quite inactive this week because school and ECs are picking up really badly ugh but i should be able to respond at least once?twice? a week sorry xx))

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    Alexander William Thomas

    INTELLIGENT - LOYAL - QUIET - STUBBORN

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    This mobile site is hard to get the hang of. Sorry I've been a little distant, I've been super stressed and having really bad headaches as of late. That is annoying and makes it near impossible to get any work done. I think though we're trying to get me a neuro appointment. This may make sense, or it may not. I'm not entirely sure.


    There is an obvious reason to why servants never stick around. Mostly it was a personality clash. Alexander was one of those who often came across as cold except to those who are similar. Compromise was a weak point and respect was even weaker. He didn't show it unless he received it first. That's why most of his staff don't last very long. Get that respect and he's actually not that hard to be around. He has dealt with his fair share of bright eyed girls who only have one thing on their mind and are doing whatever it takes to get there. That is a mistake that won't happen twice. He watched her and faded back to silence. Even if she doesn't happen to remember all of that, at least let her remember the tea. Just as she was about to earn a small notion of thanks, of course. Instead of reacting, he decided last second to just let this play out. "No need to bother anyone else with your mistakes." That also came out much harsher than he intended it to be.


    His eyes diverted from her to the broken pieces and the puddle on the floor. Should he offer? No no. She has her duty just as he has his. Apparently his was staring down at a servant girl making more mistakes on her first day than he ever could. That's a story for another time. Alexander flinched at the fleeting thoughts and simply sighed again. Too early. Maybe now he can afford to show at least some sympathy? "Just get it cleaned up and take an hour or two. Come back in around midday. It's still early and frankly I'm not known for being the patron saint to wait staff." Did that sound okay? He couldn't imagine himself in her position. Just that mistakes do happen. What else could he say?