A Long Time Promise (PAFP)

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    The royal blood line still exists to this day and so does that of their high ruling. The current ruler is quite ill so the discussion of the crown prince marrying and taking up the throne has come into discussion. In an unexpected event and 80 year promise results in a arranged marriage between the prince and a peasant( grand child of a man who was a close true friend of the crown prince's grandfather) The prince begins to attend a art school, different from that of the royal academy people of higher status usually attend. It just so happens in this school is the one who is to marry him, though they don't know it quite yet.



    This can be a bxb or bxg/gxb. Your character can be either Muse A(prince) or Muse B(peasant promised for marriage by ancestors)

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    Name:Victoria Howe.

    Age: 19

    Personality:Victoria is a reserved person usually, but turns out to be rather excitable when it comes to art. As she was born in a lower class, she is used to working hard to earn something. She is at times overly apologetic, and is usually very kind. Though there are some occasions where her patience with people snaps, leading to aggravated outbursts. She tries to be friendly, she is somewhat cunning when it comes to literature and politics.

    Random fact:She has never been in a relationship.

    (Hope this is okay.)

    (it is awesome)


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    Name:Alistair

    Age:20

    Gender:Male

    Info: Next in line for the throne. Focused on his role. He is an expert in the musical art. He has two sides to him, one of his princely figure and the other what none would expect from the next in line and popular prince. (it will show more in story)


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    The school of arts was quite large and each building in connection to it had its own section. Any form of art could be taken there and the school always sought to bring out each and every students potential. Usually it was fairly quiet and organized, but today was a different case. Three cars pulled up to the school, a crowd already starting to form as men in black suits got out of the cars and blocked anyone from getting any closer.


    One of the men went over to the back door of one of the cars and opened it. A young man got out and stared up at the school as the man who opened the door closed it behind him. The young man was strikingly handsome with light hair and bright eyes. He was fairly tall and kept a air of elegance as well as great posture. It was like he was taken from the pages of a fairy tale book.


    He fixed a gloved hand without looking before beginning to walk. Three men followed while the rest blocked the students from surrounding him. He gave the hoard a small glance, wave and smile. It seemed so natural and meaningful. But to him it was as simple as breathing. Just as simple it was, it was also very well done no one could see through the false expression given. He had years of practice after all.


    He soon disappeared into the music building and those in classroom windows began to chat loudly about the arrival of the prince.


    "I swear he looked at me! Ahhhhh he is totally gonna come look for me later and ask my name" One girl gushed, one of the big fans of the royal prince.


    Two of Victoria's friends talked on and on about the prince neglecting their work for the moment while another didn't seem to give any care.


    Your character does not yet know of the engagement.

    Victoria had barely managed to make it into the school with her lack of finances, but to her luck her skill with music(singing) and drawing had somehow managed to get her in. Up until the chatter from two of her friends had gushing out, she had been very focused on her work. She cast an annoyed look at her peers, before she looked up too see what the fuss was about.


    As she was placed by a seat next to a window, she was able to see a group of cars gathered around the school. She was rather surprised that the royal prince was coming to a school lower than his caliber, at least by her own opinion. She threw her brown hair out of the way again, the long straight hair often insistent on being an annoyance.


    Victoria got up from her seat momentarily, to go and throw something away. As she did this she caught a figure going into the music building off in another section of the school. Despite herself, she had to admit that she was fairly curious about the new arrival. She went back to her seat to continue her writing. She knew the only contact her family had ever had with the royal family was due to her grandfather.


    (Sorry if this is too long.)

    Alistair knew of the arrangement, he had for a long time ever since he saw the golden, red jeweled ring in his grandfathers study. His thoughts on it were rather scattered, but in the end how he was supposed to act he would. He did wonder what she was like, this fated, promised, person to be his.


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    He practiced piano in the morning, playing a soft tune while in deep thought. By the time lunch arrived he had done quite a few songs perfectly and was in no rush as he gracefully got out of his seat and headed to the lunch hall. He would greet students kindly in the halls and his eyes wonder, searching to see if his fated was somewhere within his sights. He had no real care for the others, only making note of names and faces like one would remember names for a forced history project.

    Although Victoria usually enjoyed sitting with her friends, so many of them were still chattering about the prince, she wasn't in the mood. She ended up finding a relatively empty table, she had eaten ahead of time, as she had already finished her work. The young woman didn't really have much to occupy herself with, other than her drawing and writing tablets. She eventually decided to continue drawing in her drawing tablet.


    She wondered if the man her friends were babbling about would end up talking to them, knowing one of her friends would end up squealing. She had admired boys before, but she had never been in a relationship in her life. She looked around the lunchroom, her green eyes glancing at the clock.


    (They have normal technology, right?)

    (Yes)

    He entered the room, followed by a few guards. He would rather due without them but then realized if they were not here then he would have to deal with the swarm of girls being closer and that would ruin his appetite. He looked around the cafe, searching for the least crowded table. He made a note to reserve a different space to eat lunch from tomorow on.


    His eyes caught momentarily on a girl seeming absorbed in drawing something and the space relatively empty around her. He found this ideal if he wanted to avoid to much conversation and at the same time not be to odd. He took a seat across from her and began to eat. His movements very precise and he did not falter once as he ate. He gave her a glance once then noticed that she had a accessory, a familiar one in which had the crest of the 80 year promise of which he also held in a amulet. Was she?

    Victoria was a bit to absorbed in drawing overly detailed landscapes to notice anyone at first. She glanced up as she heard someone sit down, she was relatively surprised to see any individual sitting there. Victoria gave a friendly wave, hoping not to seem like a total creep. She adjusted her necklace, as it had started to become twisted. She always wondered what the symbol on the necklace represented.

    Her grandfather had given it to her when she was a little girl, one of the few things she had ever received from him. She averted her gaze back to her drawing, hoping to finish it before the lunch would get even more crowded. Her friends were staring at the individual sitting near her, but she ignored them.

    As the girl seemed absorbed in her work he observed her curiously. He took a small sip of tea brought by a assigned servant and tilted his head slightly to the side. He was tempted to grasp at his own pendant on his neck. He thought for a moment before gently placing his cup down. "What may it be you are drawing?" he asked politely. Not craning his neck or going around to see as most would. Instead he kept his good posture and gently stroked the silk napkin to take out its wrinkles.

    She glanced up at him in surprise, as she hadn't expected him to speak to her. She noticed his pendant and noted it was oddly similar. "Oh, I'm just drawing landscapes, nothing really interesting." Victoria said politely, as she felt that her skills with art were horrible. She showed him the drawing, which was of a forest clearing with a lake off in the distance. She suddenly apologized for rambling, before she put the drawing tablet down. "My name's Victoria Howe, if I may ask for yours?" She felt that she was pushing it a bit, before she turned away slightly.

    He looked to the drawing with curious eyes. He took it in and found it rather amazing to look at. He was quietly listening to her speak till his name was asked for. Blue eyes locked to hers and he gave a charming smile. He gently grabbed her hand after being polite by asking for it first before bringing it to his lips and kissed the back of it. "I am Alistair Raylion. Pleasure to meet you Miss Howe." It seemed genuine as he talked these words to her sweetly. His hand returning to his lap before he reached out for his tea to take another sip. It was quite interesting to see she did not know him.

    Victoria couldn't control her face as she blushed slightly at his mannerisms. Her eyes grew wide with a sudden realization. "It's nice to meet you as well." She said stuttering slightly. Victoria wasn't sure how to react to the fact she had been speaking with the prince the whole time. "I'm sorry if I'm in your way, I didn't realize who you were up until now." The young girl added on, beginning to gather up her items, hoping that they weren't upset that she was sitting beside the king's son, and the prince that her friends had been gushing about for the past hour. She adjusted her necklace again, likely planning to move if she was asked.