I don't hate you, you just make me feel funny! (GxG,Pafp,Knight needed)

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    The princess idly glanced back at Arca, noting her caution with a small hum. She quickly looked away before she was caught and started walking towards the gazebo. She supposed she was glad her sister had convinced her to keep all four chairs that went with the table. She sat down and sighed in relief, looking back at Arca. "Go ahead and sit, my sister shouldn't be long with our lunch."

    ((oh dang, I though I had sent my reply. sorry))

    Arca sits after a brief hesitation, tilting her head. "How long have you been arriving before your sister?" She asks, curious. Her tone lifts at the end, as most people's voices do when they ask a question, but hers is much less pronounced, the inflection more controlled. Her eyes lock with Amelia's for but a moment before they break away again, roaming across the grounds in a well-trained instinct to constantly check her position.

    (It's alright, I've been busy with school so I haven't been on much anyway!)


    Amelia resisted the urge to smirk as she noticed Arca's hesitancy and her weariness. She supposed it was her job, but she was rather used to people being like that around her. "Since as long as I knew what time was. I absolutely despise being late, and my sister loves to stop and chat." She sounded rather proud of herself, a small smirk resting on her face as she spoke. It was a bit childish to hold that over her sister, that she had to admit, but she had to take what she could get.

    Arca seems to understand, most likely due to having three siblings herself. She nods sympathetically, placing her hands in her lap with the smallest of sighs, barely more than an exhale. "My sister is quite the same way. Every man, woman, and child must be conversed with." She does not sound anything but vaguely fond beneath her calm demeanor, however, shoulders subtly relaxed. She tenses ever so slightly at the drawn out call of a bird, but quickly returns to her more relaxed state.

    The princess hummed in surprise for a moment, as if she hadn't expected Arca to agree with her. "They don't know a stranger do they?" She muttered under her breath, her eyes flickering to the door on the other side of the gardens as it swung open. "Sister~!" It was the voice of an angel, clear and completely devoid of any malevolence. Out strode its owner, heir to the throne, Princess Elizabeth. Although the sister's both shared their mother's looks, Elizabeth's hair bordered on brown and a dirty blonde, which was kept in a braid the went down the back of her green dress. She beamed at the sight of Amelia and Arca, giving them a wave as her guard emerged from the doorway carrying a tray of food and drinks.


    (Do you want to play the other guard? They won't be too important but they'll be around enough to have a name and all that)

    ((Sure, if you want))

    Arca dips her head to Elizabeth as she stands to bow, "Your Royal Highness." She pays note to the friendly demeanour, almost surprised by her nonchalance even after the threat on her mother's life, but she supposes she understands. It is preferable to focus on the good rather than your own paranoia, according to Derlin. Sometimes she curses his well-meaning if overbearing concern, but she knew that her brother simply worried for her as the youngest. Ah well, as her mother would say, 'ምንድነው.'


    Elizabeth's guard remains upright until Arca is dismissed to stand, instead busying themself with placing the tray down carefully on the table. They then bow to Amelia, repeating the very same honourific Arca had used. This guard, while still solemn in a way one would suspect is emphasized heavily in training (and doubly so for the royal guard), seems less paranoid, steps more solid. They bob their head at Arca in a silent greeting.

    (Thanks, I love your style!)


    Elizabeth seemed a bit surprised by the bow but she smiled and waved. "So polite! I hope all of the guards are like you two." She glanced back at her own guard as she spoke, sitting down in one of the chairs. Amelia simply nodded to Elizabeth's guard, as if used to the greeting. "It's good to see that your mood hasn't been dampened due to your new protection sister." She smiled for a moment as she filled the cups on the tray with tea. "Why would it? I like having my own guard around, I always have someone to listen to me!" Elizabeth smiled brightly, causing Amelia to let out a small laugh. "Fair enough."

    ((Woah, thanks ^^! Just give me a minute to scream. Your style is also very nice!))

    The youngest sibling sits again once everyone else has done so, schooling her face to perfect passivity as to not appear out of her comfort zone in such a setting. She berates herself internally for her awkwardness, but finds it difficult not to be so when in the presence of the royal family in the context of a personal guard, which she is quickly finding to be less formal -- and therefore more uncomfortable -- than a typical posting. She had always been told that her social ineptitude would one day come back to bite her somewhere unpleasant.

    The blond sitting across from her seems perfectly oblivious to her plight, sipping one of the cups of tea and gently setting it back down in their open palm, one finger remaining on the handle for ultimate stability. "It doesn't bother me to listen, ma'am." They don't smile openly, on-duty and thus on-guard and vigilant, but the corners of their lips twitch upward.

    (:D)


    Elizabeth smiled at her guard for a moment, as if being able to read them like an open book. Then her attention snapped back to Amelia as she spoke again. "Oh! That reminds me, I have exciting news for you sister!" The younger princess raised an eyebrow, sipping her tea for a moment before nodding for her to continue. "Well," She paused and glanced at both her guard and Arca, putting a finger to her lips to keep them silent as she continued. "I was talking with one of the Dukes earlier and he told me about his daughter, and I think you two would be absolutely adorable together!" Amelia paused, her gaze flickering over to her sister with a thinly veiled hatred underneath. "Sister, what have we spoke about?" She spoke in a rather monotone voice, but it was clearly passive aggressive. Elizabeth sunk down in her seat like she had just been scolded in response. "B-But-" "No."

    I am sorry to those I left behind, but this account is no longer active. I am keeping this account for memories and some older plots, but I will no longer be using it after a variety of life circumstances.