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    ❝ BASICS ❞ ――she said, "i think your ears are playing tricks on you."


    ♥ Rosaline Aurora Blackwood | Rosaline, Rose, Rosa [only by her father and it is a very special nickname to her]


    ― Rosaline - Latin for Lovely Rose


    ♥ Cisgender Female | She / Her | Bisexual / Biromantic | Seventeen


    ♥ Princess of Amren | Naive Princess & Charlize's Sister


    ♥ fc - Mackenzie Foy





    ❝ APPEARANCE ❞ ―― sweater zipped up to her chin, "thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you."


    ♥ CURRENT APPEARANCE: Rosaline is a girl of seventeen and has a more womanly body than girls her age. She matured early and has the curves of a woman. Though petite, she has an hourglass figure with a little muscle to her. She isn't incredibly skinny but rather more lean and healthy. She has ivory pale skin which as soft as silk, completely unblemished due to her sheltered life. Her hair is a deep brown, like her mother's. It seems to almost glow with auburn undertones that is only seen in the sunlight. Her hair usually hangs in loose, messy ringlets down her back and reaches the small of her back. The Princess has large doe-like eyes which seem to always sparkle with hope and curiosity. She has her mother's eyes, practically a copy of the late Queen. Her eyes are a deep hazel color, a mixture of browns, greens and even greys. And even flecks of gold that make her almost look mystical. She has a fairly chiseled face but seems to be a bit more rounded out so her features aren't too sharp. She had high cheekbones and a strong jawline which is balanced out very well by her cheeks and her full lips. Her lips have a very soft cupid's bow and she always seems to have a naturally pink hue to her plump lips. Her eyebrows are a deep brown, same as her hair and she has a perfect arch to them that frames her face perfectly. Rosaline has a very dainty button-like nose and her eyelashes are dark brown and naturally long and very noticeable. Rosaline doesn't have many freckles as of now due to her sheltered life but if she spends enough time in the sun, her body becomes almost like a night's sky full of stars. She has a section of her hair that she assumes has been ice white ever since she was born but she likes to keep it hidden, due to being self conscious about it.


    ♥ height & weight: 5'5 & 145 pounds


    ♥ accessories: Rosaline wears her mother's engagement ring on a dainty chain that she wears around her neck always [clickie]





    ❝ PERSONALITY ❞ ―― "but i have to go back in, wish i could tell you about the noise-"


    ♥ KEYWORDS: Wide-Eyed, Hopeful, Compassionate, Apprehensive, Brash, Naive, Gentle, Maternal, Engaging, Tempered, Passionate, Reckless, Dangerous, Resentful, Impatient

    ♥ INFP - The Mediator





    ❝ HEADCANONS ❞ ―― "but i didn't hear a thing." she said, "it must have been the wind, must have been the wind."


    ♥ probably the clumsiest girl you'll ever meet

    ♥ stumbles over her words or talks way to fast, there's really no in between

    ♥ very imaginative and loves to daydream, especially when cloud gazing

    ♥ not one for traditions and loves making her own rules

    ♥ not a morning person at all, very grumpy if woken up

    ♥ demands the answers to questions she asks and won't trust someone if they won't answer her

    ♥ hardcore romantic, like soooo much. the type of girl to write handwritten letters in cursive with her perfume sprayed on the paper

    ♥ adores any animal she comes across and treats them as if they're her own child

    ♥ usually tries to be a happy girl but can be quick to anger

    ♥ merciless against the people who hurt those she cares about

    ♥ very much a cinnamon bun with so many emotions for her small body

    ♥ feels overwhelmed by her emotions often and feels as if she's losing her mind

    ♥ very noise sensitive, can only take so much loud noises

    ♥ the type of girl so desperate for love that she would throw her all into the first man that paid attention to her

    ♥ very naive and thinks there's good in everyone, which is one of her greatest faults

    ♥ still mourning her parents very heavily and often has nightmares due to losing them

    ♥ obsessed with lemon flavored sweets

    ♥ wrinkles her nose like a rabbit when thinking hard





    ❝ PLOT IDEAS ❞ ―― we can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but 'til then


    ♥ maybe she can be hesitant to fall for the ward at first and her evil uncle sends one of his men to make her fall for him so that he can break her will and her hopes so that it would be easier to take out the sisters? like maybe this guy can really woo her and try to sleep with her and the ward tries to warn her but she doesn't see the red flags and ends up getting her heart broken? like maybe he's abusive and everything and the ward tries to stop it so many times and she finally ends things and runs to the ward and he protects her?



    ♥ after she finds out about the prince's intentions at first, she's going to be very angry with him and mistrusting. maybe she nearly kills him when she finds out the truth just because she's so overwhelmed with anger?



    ♥ maybe the ward can train her in combat so she can join her army in battles? and she could get badly injured in one battle and they have to nurse her back to health themselves?





    ❝ HISTORY ❞ ―― i'll say, "it must have been the wind, must have been the wind, must have been the wind, it must have been the wind."


    ♥ Rosaline doesn't remember much from her early childhood. She only remembers that she had once been very close with her older sister and then one day, she just wasn't. They were separated for years and the Princess always felt alone. She wanted someone to run around the castle and play with but she had no one. She grew up lonesome, trying to entertain herself in anyway she could. She's read every book in their massive library, even the ones in different languages. She had does so many things but all within the castle walls. She was always close to her parents growing up but especially close to her father. She was very much a Daddy's girl and often clung to his side or was somewhere where he was. She liked hearing his advice, even if she was never to rule. She liked hearing her father speak. She could listen to his stories for days and she didn't feel alone when she was with her parents. But, they went on a sea voyage when she was thirteen and their ship wrecked. Rosaline was completely shattered by the news. She attended the funeral and cried for what seemed like months. She still hasn't recovered from the deaths of her parents. She watched her uncle rule in her older sister's stead from the shadows, growing distrusting of the man. She became almost like a ghost in the halls of her home, never really speaking and just strolling through the castle due to having nothing else to due. But then, her sister turned eighteen and the castle gates were opened. Then, her life really began.




    Evangeline Blackwood | Mother - Deceased- Late Queen of Amren / Drowned at sea


    Nicholas Blackwood | Father - Deceased - Late King of Amren / Drowned at sea


    Charlize Blackwood | Older Sister - Alive - Crowned Queen of Amren


    Matthew Blackwood | Uncle - Alive - Regent King

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    ❝ BASICS ❞ ―― hey how you feeling, “kinda down but I’m dealing”


    ♛ charlize albany blackwood | her family typically calls her charlie but her mother had always called her ‘snow bunny’


    ― charlize - south african for free man


    ♛ cisgender female | she / her | heterosexual / heteromantic | eighteen years old


    ♛ queen of amren | the ice queen


    ♛ fc - imogen poots











    ❝ APPEARANCE ❞ ―― “you know i’ll be fine, it’s alright, it takes time”


    ♛ CURRENT APPEARANCE: charlie has always been a girl of great beauty, even as a small child. she matured easily and now has the body suited for a woman her age. the queen is on the shorter side height wise and due to this whenever she gains weight it tends to gather in her breasts and in her hips giving her body an hourglass shape. her skin is pale, almost the color of pure snow. due to the fact that she hardly ever came out of her room growing up the queen has hardly any muscles and her entire body just looks ‘soft’. charlie has freckles but no where to the extent of her sister. her freckles only line the bridge of her nose and no where else. the queen’s hair is the thing that has always made her stand out around her family. while both of her parents were born with dark brown hair, charlize was blessed with silvery blonde hair that shines whenever the sun hits it. her hair is naturally wavy and falls to the middle of her back. she has slanted feline like eyes that give her a sultry look regardless of her facial expression. her eyes are a mixture of deep blues, and even some purple. it gives her eyes the illusion of a starry night and are just as alluring and captivating. the queen has always looked almost like a carbon copy of her mom and had she been born with dark brown hair she would look nearly identical to her. she has her mother’s chiseled face shape with sharp features such as high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. her lips are soft in nature and are naturally rosy pink. they have a soft cupid’s bow and always seem to be lowered into a frown. her eyebrows are much darker than her hair color and are sharp and full. the way they frame her face tends to give the royal a resting bitch face due to their slanted nature. she has a very small but sharp nose as well as long and thick eyelashes that frame her eyes perfectly. her face typically tends to be in a neutral expression, afraid of showing how she really feels because she’s learned over the years that her powers react based off of her emotions.


    ♛ height & weight: 5’3 & 150 lbs


    ♛ accessories: charlie has her mother’s old scarf that she left behind before going on the ship with her father. she wears it whenever she feels upset and it helps calm her down. she even goes as far as to spray it with some of the late queen’s old perfume so that it smells like her as well.











    ❝ PERSONALITY ❞ ―― hey what you up to, “been a while and I miss you”


    ♛ KEYWORDS: secretive, introverted, complex, quiet, intuitive, intelligent, independent, patient, protective, nurturer, dedicated, idealist

    ♛ charlie is an infj which is the rarest personality type with only one percent of the population having it.











    ❝ HEADCANONS ❞ ―― “and this pain, it won’t quit, and I can’t get past it”


    ♛ very quiet and reserved, a woman of few words

    ♛ spends most of her time locked away in her room due to fear

    ♛ wishes that she could go back in time and stop herself from hurting rosaline so that she could still have someone to talk to

    ♛ very depressed

    ♛ she is extremely good at concealing her emotions but even she has a breaking point

    ♛ sleep what is sleep

    ♛ insomniac to the core

    ♛ misses her parents dearly and wishes that they had never gotten on that boat

    ♛ when it comes to romance she isn’t a hard core romantic. she’d be fine with a simple box of lemon bars

    ♛ loves to read and will often sneak out to get a stack of books and take them to her room

    ♛ has always had a bad feeling regarding her uncle but since he’s the only family that she and her sister have left she’s never thought to much into it

    ♛ sometimes will sleep in her mother’s scarf and hum the lullaby she use to sing to the girls to fall asleep

    ♛ keeps a box full of the christmas presents her sister has given to her over the years

    ♛ always wearing gloves

    ♛ loves anything chocolate or lemon flavored

    ♛ wants to gain control over her powers so that she can be free to live her life again

    ♛ “conceal don’t feel, don’t let it show.”
















    ❝ PLOT IDEAS ❞ ―― “you said that you would be mine , you swore that you would never lie”


    ♛ so we know that there is the fight in the castle charlize is going to make after she runs away and she gets attacked by the uncle’s men but what if she actually kills one of them with her powers?


    ♛ i feel like we make her run away around a month or so after she’s crowned queen so that she and the prince actually have time to get to know each other and his feelings for her grow













    ❝ HISTORY ❞ ―― “so i let you walk inside, soldier, start a fire”


    ♛ charlize was the first born child to the king and queen of amren and a year and a few months later rosaline was born. at first everything seemed normal. she was a healthy, strong, beautiful little girl. it wasn’t until around the age of four that charlize’s powers started to show. her parents had no answers to her sudden magic but since it never seemed to cause a threat they never worried to much about it. growing up she was really close to her sister to the point that the two even shared a room. they would constantly play together and cause mischief around the castle. all was alright up until one night. rosaline woke up charlize up out of her sleep without their parents knowing so that they could play. they had fun, building a snowman, and playing around in the snow charlize made for them. it wasn’t until rosaline had started jumping around wanting charlize to use her magic to catch her. it was going fine at first until rosaline started jumping to fast and charlize wasn’t able to catch up. she had tried to warn the younger girl but rosaline didn’t listen. charlize ended up falling and when she tried to make a snow pillar to catch rosaline instead she accidentally hit the girl in the head. she had rushed to rosaline’s side as she laid unconscious and had cried out for their parents who came rushing in. their father had remembered a story about magical trolls who could help them and their parents rushed them out of the castle and to where the trolls lived. there they asked what had happened and the chief willingly helped rosaline but in the process had wiped out any memories of charlize’s powers. the young girl had asked why and her parents assured her that it was for the best. after that charlize had feared her powers. her parents had moved her into a separate room away from her sister and that’s were she learned to spend most of her days. rosaline would constantly show up and ask for her to come out and play and each time charlize refused, feeling more guilt grow each time. she was fourteen when her parents died. they told her that they were going south to her cousin’s wedding. she hadn’t wanted them to go, having a bad feeling about it all and a week later they were pronounced dead. charlize didn’t go to the funeral. she had wanted to go but ultimately knew that her she was to emotional and her powers would react accordingly. afterwards the girl’s uncle took over as regnant since charlize was still to young to rule.








    evangline blackwood | mother - dead - late queen / drowned at sea


    nicholas blackwood | father - dead - late king / drowned at sea


    rosaline blackwood | sister - alive - princess




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    ❝ BASICS ❞ ―― i've seen more places than i can name


    ♥ dante murtagh ambar | n/a


    ― dante - italian for enduring and/or everlasting


    ♥ cis male | he/him | heterosexual | twenty one


    ♥ prince of navin | enemy to love interest


    ♥ fc - richard madden





    ❝ APPEARANCE ❞ ―― and over time they all start to look the same


    ♥ CURRENT APPEARANCE: dante is almost always the tallest person in the room, built lean but muscular, his shadow looming over others. his hair is made up of unruly curls and is auburn, the color more prominent in the sunlight. his hands are slender and his fingers quick, and somehow his movements are graceful for such a large man. his eyes are a corresponding blue with the winter sea. his skin is ivory, not too pale but still pale enough to know he has spent majority of his life indoors. he has a chiseled face and strong jawline, and often has scruff on his chin if not a full on beard.


    ♥ height: 6'1


    ♥ accessories: not exactly an accessory, but he carries around his prized sword pretty much everywhere he goes





    ❝ PERSONALITY ❞ ―― but it ain't that truth we chase - no, its the promise of a better place


    ♥ KEYWORDS: dedicated, ambitious, cunning, passionate, ill-tempered, impulsive, intense, prideful, bossy, sarcastic, playful, thoughtful, intelligent, distant, hateful, forgetful

    ♥ estp





    ❝ HEADCANONS ❞ ―― but all this time, i've been chasin' down a lie


    ♥ his animal companion is a she-wolf named sol

    ♥ he is motivated by his pride

    ♥ he speaks very loudly and with a commanding tone, reminding you of what you would die for

    ♥ he is a master of sarcasm

    ♥ he has mastered the crooked book character smirk-slash-grin

    ♥ he very much enjoys red wine over a beer any day

    ♥ he is very talented at playing the piano

    ♥ he doesn't participate in small talk and whenever he does talk its always for a good reason

    ♥ loud [so loud] but doesn't realize it

    ♥ he is always amused at the smallest things

    ♥ he can't ever stop fidgeting with his hands or legs

    ♥ he tends to wear a lot of black and white clothing

    ♥ he speaks a multitude of languages

    ♥ he is very distant from his parents and has a deep-rooted hatred for most of his brothers

    ♥ he has never been in love

    ♥ he enjoys dancing but rarely does it

    ♥ he wants to be a father one day and raise his children equally

    ♥ he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty





    ❝ PLOT IDEAS ❞ ―― and i know it for what it is, but it beats the alternatives


    ♥ i really want for him to show charlize how to play the piano. it would be so cute. and maybe he can write a song for her and perform it for her. i kind of want it to be bella's lullaby or maybe clair de lune. i'm not sure which one yet. both are so great.



    ♥ i can see dante having to make a choice between charlize, the woman he loves, and his life's goal of being king. like maybe he'd have the opportunity to let her die or maybe even kill her himself [like the scene where hans has his sword above her head] but he chooses not to and saves her instead. like he finally realizes that there is more to life than having power. so he joins the good side and decides to repent for his actions.



    ♥ i also agree that we should wait at least a month before the queen runs away. this gives them more time to get to know one another and for him to realize just how much he loves her. so maybe he stays behind to court her, which in turn means that his warden stays behind with him. he can explore the castle and try to find out any hidden secrets in the mean time.


    ♥ dante is going to be very polite and friendly toward rosaline, but he really only sees her as another one of his targets. he plans to get rid of both sisters and take this kingdom for himself, after all. so he starts coming up with a plan to kill rosaline and may even go as far as to hire someone to ensure it.




    ❝ HISTORY ❞ ―― so i'll take the lie


    ♥ dante grew up the thirteenth in line to his father's throne. his father was not a loving man, and he cared for little other than gaining more power. and though his mother was kind, she was timid and frightened by her own shadow. his elder brothers were even worse, and three of them pretended that he didn't exist for two years. he was always looked down upon, bullied and belittled, called weak. he felt powerless. and so he began coming up with a plan to become as powerful as his father. even at a young age, he knew there was no other way than to marry into a throne. but even then, that didn't seem to be enough. so he decided to marry into it and then kill his wife, something his own father had taught him. he met levi when he was seven, and the two hit it off rather well. they were fast friends - both outcasts in their own home. dante treated him like a brother, and no less. as they grew older, dante began to work on his plan. he strategically placed himself at certain events to meet the right women. he courted them, had even proposed to a few, but nothing seemed to go as planned. something else had always been in the way of him getting what he wanted. because he was so set in marrying for power, he never once fell in love with someone. he just couldn't let himself. but then he heard about the queen of amren being crowned. he did everything he could to learn about her past, but there was very little information on her. he then bagged his father to let him go on his behalf, and his father agreed. now he is on his way to meet the mysterious new queen of amren.




    katie ambar | mother - alive - queen of navin


    robert ambar | father - alive - king of navin


    colton, quentin, declan, caiden, delaney, gage, dorian, eliseo, grayson, rocco, malakai, and ren | twelve elder brothers - alive - princes of navin




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    ❝ BASICS ❞ ―― i was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death


    ♥ levi renaldo aske | n/a


    ― levi - hebrew for joined in harmony


    ♥ cis male | he/him | heterosexual | twenty


    ♥ prince of mor to warden | friend to the crown and love interest


    ♥ fc - toby regbo





    ❝ APPEARANCE ❞ ―― got out alive but with scars i can't forget


    ♥ CURRENT APPEARANCE: levi stands a bit above average height, tall enough to not have to look up but hardly ever tall enough to have to look down. his hair is made up of golden curls that tangle easily and are often unkempt. his frame is firm and well-built, but not outrageously muscular. his eyes are a corresponding blue with a clear summer sky. his skin is pale and freckled, but he tans easily when he spends enough time in the sun. he has sharp features and high cheekbones, and usually keeps himself clean-shaven. though from time to time he will grow out a beard.


    ♥ height: 5'10


    ♥ accessories: he carries around with him his mother's wedding ring, waiting for the right girl to give it to





    ❝ PERSONALITY ❞ ―― this kid back in school, subdued and shy


    ♥ KEYWORDS: knowledgeable, devoted, patient, determined, loyal, hard-headed, hopeful, anti-social, compassionate, honorable, romantic, anxious, imaginative, curious, humorous, pensive

    ♥ intp





    ❝ HEADCANONS ❞ ―― an orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes


    ♥ his animal companion is a male raccoon named thor

    ♥ he is motivated by his honor

    ♥ he speaks in a low and soothing voice, reminding you of a lullaby

    ♥ he is a very awkward boi

    ♥ he says the stars are overrated but its only because he secretly thinks you're more beautiful than they could ever be

    ♥ his really loves raspberries. like a lot.

    ♥ he is always wondering and worrying about things he shouldn't

    ♥ he has really small handwriting

    ♥ he often does things out of sheer curiosity

    ♥ he jokes a lot

    ♥ he pretends to be fearless but is actually scared of the littlest things [ex: caterpillars]

    ♥ he knows how to play the drums and is okay at singing

    ♥ he became very religious after the death of his parents and his lover [his home country follows gods and goddesses]

    ♥ he enjoys reading poetry

    ♥ he has no intention of falling in love again any time soon

    ♥ he wishes to return to his home country one day

    ♥ he is not the most social person

    ♥ he counts deep conversations and stargazing as courting a woman





    ❝ PLOT IDEAS ❞ ―― i don't know what it was that made a piece of him die


    ♥ i can see levi taking rosaline stargazing. they could lay on a blanket atop a high hill and just watch the night sky and be close to one another. they'd have deep conversations about their lives and what meaning they have. and maybe, just maybe, levi will open his heart to her and lean in for a kiss.



    ♥ okay wait i love that idea. i can for sure see their evil uncle sending a man to woo and abuse rosaline. so she'd have her heart broken and hopefully this would weaken her. so levi keeps trying to warn her that this guy is bad news and doesn't actually love her, but of course she won't listen. so he starts doing some snooping around of his own and eventually finds out that the guy is working for her uncle. so he gets suspicious and tries to warn her again and ends up trying to protect her.



    ♥ yes. a million times yes. levi would love to train rosaline in combat, mostly because he wants her to be able to better protect herself from people like the man courting her. and when she gets hurt he is only going to blame himself and stay at her bedside until she is better. i don't think he will be able to forgive himself. especially because he has already lost one woman that he loves.



    ♥ honestly, levi is not going to like charlize very much at first. because he doesn't understand why she would be so cold and distant to her own sister. and he may even tell her off one of these days [before he knows better] for treating her sister this way. "can't you see she needs you now more than ever??"





    ❝ HISTORY ❞ ―― took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe


    ♥ levi was the only trueborn son born to the king and queen of mor. he grew up happy and loved, with attentive parents and servants to dote on him. he wanted for nothing. only he was too young to understand that his country was at war. the king of navin had been raiding their borders, and levi's father declared war. only it was one they could not win. navin was known for destroying monarchies and seating their own relatives on the throne. it was like a game to them, and one they were very good at. levi's father had bit off more than he could chew, and it caused his death. the navin soldiers had raided their castle and violently murdered the king and queen while levi was in the room. but the king of navin was among them and he had bent down to talk to the boy while screams filled the room. he told the boy of only six years that he saw something in him, something that made him special, and so he would let him live. so levi was taken in as the ward to the youngest prince of navin. they were around the same age, and became fast friends. at first, levi had been quiet and sad. but dante had gotten him out of his shell and got him to smile again. they were like brothers to one another and had promised to have no secrets between them. when levi was eighteen, he saw dante's older brothers shooting at something in a tree. they ended up shooting an arrow into a raccoon. levi yelled at them and got them to leave the poor thing alone. he then buried the animal only to find it had a baby. he took the baby raccoon in as his companion, raising him himself. the very same year, one of the younger maids had caught the eye of levi. her name was joan and she came from a long line of servants. there was nothing special about her except for the fact that she was beautiful beyond words. levi found himself falling for her the more they spoke, and eventually the two had become lovers. he told her that he planned to wed her with the king's permission. she was so excited and peppered him in kisses. but when levi brought this to the king's attention, the man only said that he was once a prince, and now considered part of his own family - he had no business marrying a servant. a week later, joan had died of a mysterious illness. on her deathbed, she took levi's hands and told him to let himself love again. after that, levi became a shell of his old self again, and not even dante could fully bring him back. now he is twenty and on his way to the kingdom of amren.



    catherine aske | mother - deceased - rank/cause of death


    gerard aske | father - deceased - rank/cause of death


    joan mcgrath | ex lover - deceased - rank/cause of death

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    SEVENTEEN + PRINCESS OF AMREN + SINGLE


    Rosaline slowly blinked open her eyes as the sunlight peeked through her thin curtains. She felt a thickness to the air, one that made it hard to breathe. She knew anyone else would be ecstatic about today's events. But the Princess was petrified. She had not properly seen her own sister in years and they lived in the same castle. Her own sister had become a stranger, another ghost among the halls. Their closeness when they were children had evaporated more and more with each sunrise. She dreaded today, in fact. She found it difficult to get out of bed every morning since the passing of her parents. She knew she had to, though. She blinked slowly and pushed herself to sit up. Her brown curls fell over her shoulder and the sunlight kissed her pale cheeks. She pushed herself to press her feet to the floor, her toes curling at the cold ground beneath her. She stood, pushing the bed sheets from her petite body as she grabbed her silk robe. She wrapped the robe around her slim body as she moved toward her window. She peeled back the nearly sheer curtains to gaze out the window, her fingers delicately holding the soft material. She gazed down at her kingdom below as the sun made her squint slightly. She had not been the first born child so this kingdom would never be her own. Not that she minded. She felt that the crown would weigh heavier on her head than it would on her sister's head. She was not one to do well in stressful situations and she felt that her older sister would make a far better Queen. Her hazel eyes danced over the details of her kingdom, the vast port, the lush markets. She had never been to see such sights, growing up alone in the castle. These walls had become her cage and she loathed the still air. She wanted to feel the sun on her cheeks, to run through the meadows and to feel the sand between her toes. She wanted to see so many things, experience so many others. She had a wandering soul and would feel trapped if she stayed in one place too long. Which was why she was itching to finally be free of her cage and fly free. It was coronation day, after all. The palace's gates would finally be opened, after all these years.


    The young brunette beauty let the curtain fall from her fingers as she walked away from her window. There was a soft knock on her chamber doors and she looked to the large double doors. Her Ladies turned the door knob and entered her chambers, giving their Princess a kind smile. Rosaline gave them a distant smile and moved to remove her robe. One of her Ladies took the robe from her while the other drew her a warm bath. For about half an hour, the Ladies prepared their Princess. She was bathed and her curls were dried before brushed. The Ladies made small talk, speaking about the exciting events of that day. They spoke of having the possibility of finding suitors and Rosaline couldn't help but smile at the thought. She was desperate for love. She craved it, longed for it. Yearned for it harder than she ever had anything. She wanted to find her true love, as her parents had found one another. She wanted to have an all-consuming romance that was like the fairy tales. Where they would do anything, sacrifice anything for each other. She wanted a strong hero on a white horse to come in and save her from her cage, to set her free to soar the skies. She wondered if she might meet that man today. She bit her lower lip in excitement at the thought. She allowed her Ladies to dress her how they wished, to put on her makeup as they wished and style her hair as they wished. She knew to trust them when it came to what they chose. She hissed when she felt her Ladies cinching up the back of her gown, causing her to grip the wall for support. She sighed deeply and straightened out the skirt of her gown after they finished fitting it to her body. She sighed deeply at looked at herself in the floor length mirror. Once she finally got a look at herself. she gasped out softly. Her hazel eyes widened in awe as she studied her reflection.


    Her fingertips danced over the skirt of her gown and the small flowers intermingled. It was art in and of itself. She was amazed by the detail of the gown and she smiled brightly at the sight. She then lifted her gaze to inspect her hair. She gently touched her fingertips to the delicate braids and she blinked slowly. It was rare when she genuinely found herself beautiful and in this moment, she felt utterly breathtaking. She giggled with excitement and bit her bottom lip. Her Ladies watched, love and adoration for their Princess sparkling in their eyes. The Ladies then moved to help her into her flats and then placed her tiara into her hair before adding a small bit of makeup. Rosaline was thankful to wear flats, knowing just how clumsy she could be. She inhaled deeply, the excitement of finally being free from the castle bubbling under her skin. She couldn't wait any longer. She quickly hugged her Ladies, thanking them before she dashed out of her chambers. She lifted the skirts of her gown with one hand, her hand gripping the railing of the staircase. She ran down the grand staircase, practically jumping every two steps. She finally came down to the main floor and she was unable to hide the cheek-aching smile on her lips. She rushed forward as servants pulled back the castle doors and sunlight came pouring into the castle. The Princess gasped as the fresh breeze hit her senses and her eyes welled with tears. She rushed past the crowd of people gathering, apologizing as she went. She squealed with excitement, smelling the scents of the beach and port mix with the various smells of the markets. She jumped onto a ledge and clung to a light post, letting out a dreamy sigh. She watched her people flood into the castle with excited chatter and her hazel eyes scanned the crowd. She saw many Lords and Ladies shuffle by, recognizing the different sigils of other kingdoms. She blinked, her interest peaked. She jumped from her ledge to one directly in front of it. She wobbled a bit but caught herself on the light pole. She smiled.


    Her feet raced along the stone railing before she reached the end, jumping down with a soft thud. People passing gave her gentle greetings, murmuring of their Princess' beauty. Rosaline hummed to herself and then sniffed the air. "Lemon cakes." She moaned dreamily and began to follow the scent of the sweet and tarty cookies. She walked along the outskirts of the market and her steps were quick and impatient. She was not paying attention and she did not see a cart heading her way, about to knock her off the ledge of the dock. She saw the wooden cart just as it hit her and she let out a surprised scream. She scrambled to try and catch herself but she had no such luck. She felt herself free-falling toward the deep blue water when her arm was caught in a rather rough way. Her eyes popped open, not even realizing she had been squeezing them shut. She panted, her heart pounding against her chest as she realized she had nearly fallen into the water. She whipped her head around to her savior and saw a very handsome blonde man on the dock, holding her forearm with both hands. She quickly scrambled to stabilize herself, only to stumble into his arms, her cheek pressed to his chest. "Oh, goodness! I'm so terribly sorry!" Rosalie spoke quickly, as if she was a hummingbird taking flight. She pulled herself from his chest, silently longing to inhale his strong scent once more. She cleared her throat, trying to calm her racing heart and her blushing cheeks. He was the only man besides her family and servants that she had met and this was all a bit nervewracking. She laughed awkwardly and tried to casually lean up against the cart's side only for the wheel to move slightly. She stumbled and luckily, she caught herself this time. She groaned internally and her cheeks burned a very bright red. She laughed nervously once more and brushed a loose curl behind her ear. "I uh, I got a bit distracted by the scent of the lemon cakes-" Rosaline began before her voice squeaked and she cut her sentence short. She coughed and tried to clear her throat and mentally face palmed for the fool she was making of herself.


    She sighed deeply, allowing herself a moment to breathe. She blinked slowly and smiled brightly, offering her hand to the blonde male before her. Her dainty fingers looked incredibly soft and her skin looked just as untouched, not a blemish in sight. She looked almost as if she was made of porcelain. Her hazel eyes shimmered with excitement as her eyes met his. "Let's start over. I'm Rosaline. You are?" Her voice was soft this time, not rushed or squeaky. Her voice was almost like a prayer on the wind, delicate and dreamy.


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    ———— Charlize Albany Blackwood ————

    I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE HOLY WATER, BUT YOU WERE JUST ACID RAIN


    EIGHTEEN + QUEEN OF AMREN + SINGLE


    Charlize had been up long before the sun had even began to rise, in fact she hadn’t even gone to sleep. How could she when she knew what was coming up ahead for her? The queen knew that everyone else in the castle, as well as all the village people would be ecstatic about today. No one besides the servants had seen into the castle walls ever since her father had ordered for the gates to be closed for Charlize’s sake. She knew that they would all be excited, looking towards their new queen to lead them into the future and Charlize wanted to do just that. She wanted to be someone her people could look towards in times of need, someone that could be an inspiration to them all. It just terrified her that none of them new her secret, and it was up to her to keep it that way. Charlize knew that her parents had never told the world about her powers for a reason. People feared what they didn’t know and for the heir to the throne to possess magical powers that she didn’t know how to control would surely cause terror amongst their people. Her powers often scared Charlize. They were just so powerful and often times she would think back to when she and her sister were children and would remember the night that changed everything. Often times the young queen would feel guilty whenever Rosaline would come knocking at her door, attempting to keep their once loving relationship blooming only to be turned away by Charlize. She had no other choice though. Their parents had made up their mind. Rosaline, as well as the rest of the world, could never know. The thought of the gates opening scared the queen. These walls had been her sanctuary, her room had been her sanctuary for so many years and the thought of that changing frightened her. A part of her wished that she could go back to before she had harmed Rosaline with her powers. They would stay up past their bedtime playing around in the snow Charlize would make for them before their parents would show up. Their father would tell them a story and then their mother would sing a soft lullaby to lure them to sleep. Rosaline would always fall asleep first and then it would just be Charlize and her mother. She had always been a momma’s girl, they had a deep connection that no one could have ever broken. She missed her. So much.

    The sun started to peak its way through the window in Charlize’s bathroom, highlighting the young queen as she sat in her bathtub. The sun danced off of her porcelain skin and her blonde hair, warming up her skin slightly. The water in the tub had long ran cold due to her sitting in it for a long time but Charlize didn’t mind being cold, in fact it soothed her. She certainly would have stayed in their all day long if she could but ultimately she knew that she had to get dressed eventually. As if on cue she heard a knocking on her bedroom door. She knew that it was her ladies in waiting and that she would need to get out of the tub to let them in. It was to far away for them to hear her tell them to come in and she knew that they wouldn’t enter without her permission. It had been that way for years. The queen pulled herself out of the tub, letting her feet hit the cold tiled floor softly. She grabbed at her robe and pulled it around her body, tying it into a little bow as she mad her way out of her bathroom. Once in her room she opened the door for her ladies and allowed for them to all walk in. Each of them had a smile on their face as they curtsied for their new queen. The spent the next hour getting their queen ready, knowing thar she had to look perfect for this day. As they got her ready Charlize sat in her chair wondering how she would get throughout the day. She knew that she would have to hold two things during her coronation. The royal scepter as well as the orb. She just couldn’t wear her gloves while she did so. It required that she had skin contact with the items but Charlize knew that her powers would spread on to them. If she could just hold out long enough for the priest to say what he needed to say she could put them down and pull her gloves back on without anyone suspecting. She was pulled out of her thoughts by her ladies mentioning her finding some handsome prince or king to marry tonight. The thought caused her to frown softly. Marriage had never been something that she had thought on long. She had never been in love, never had the opportunity to and frankly she wasn’t sure if she wanted to ever fall in love. How could she ever marry a man with her secret? She’d never be able to touch him without her gloves and surely he would ask to many questions of which she wouldn’t be able to answer. Even then she couldn’t help but to day dream slightly. What would her husband be like? She imagined him being tall, with dark hair, and captivating eyes. She didn’t have a face to him but she could see them dancing together, her dress flowing as he twirled her around the ball room for all to see. To bad it was only pretend.


    Once her ladies were done getting her ready they bowed and moved to leave her room. Now alone the queen let out a sigh of relief. She stood from her chair, silently glad that her ladies had put her in flats instead of heels. With her nerves today there would be no way she’d be able to stand all day without tripping over someone or something. She grasped at her white gloves that were on her dresser, pulling them over her hands. She felt a sense of security as the satin material glided over her skin, pulling all the way up to her elbows. Turning around she walked towards her full length mirror, almost nervous to see her own reflection. When she finally got to the mirror and was able to see her reflection she was amazed. Charlize had hardly ever saw herself as beautiful, only believing that she was a monster in disguise. But right now she felt like someone a famous painter would want to make a portrait of and put into a museum. Her fingers splayed out against the material of her dress. The dress itself was beautiful all on its own. It was a pale blue that went well with the color of her eyes and the paleness of her skin. It was covered in jewels that had been hand stitched on to the dress and even had a train flowing behind it. She moved closer to inspect her hair. Her blonde tresses had been braided and twisted into a neat bun, showing off the sharp features of her face. Her makeup was simple and natural looking almost to the point that it looked like she wasn’t even wearing any. She smiled gently at her appearance. She looked so much like her mother. The thought of her made Charlize sigh softly, wishing that she was still here.

    Standing up straight she forced her face into a neutral expression. She knew that she had to stay calm today if she was going to maintain her secret. Going to her bedroom door she pushed it open. She saw two servants standing outside. "Tell the guards to open up the gates." Charlize ordered and the servants brewed their heads before leaving to do as they were told. Knowing that she had at least another forty five minutes until her coronation she decided to go to her father’s old office, which strangely enough would now be her office. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that yet. As she made her way down the passage way that led to the office she wondered about all the guests that were coming. She knew as queen she would need to make alliances and she supposed that tonight would be the perfect way to get a grasp on all of the other kingdoms and their rulers.

    Turning down another hallway the queen stopped in her tracks when she saw someone she had never seen before standing in the hall. This part of the castle had been closed off from people who weren’t apart of the royal family. Her father never liked being interrupted from his work unless it was his wife or his children. As she looked closer the queen realized that it was a man. He had curly auburn hair, a muscular build, and was insanely tall. Charlize had always been a short girl but seeing him made her realize just how tiny she truly was. "Excuse me." Her voice was soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby mother’s would sing to their children to lure them into sleep. The queen stared at the stranger, her feline eyes narrowed slightly as she got a good look at him. "Are you lost? This part of the castle isn’t open to anyone besides the royal family." Though by his appearance he didn’t seem to be from this kingdom.


    "Speech."





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    levi renaldo aske//twenty//ward to prince dante


    The Market was much more lively than Levi had anticipated. Deep in the heart of the city, towers and manses and hovels and bridges and shops and halls all crowded in on one another. Citizens of Amren scuttled by in a hurry, traders called out their wares, and royal dignitaries from all around the world were boarding their ships. Everyone was preparing for the coronation of their beloved princess, and soon to be queen, Charlize Blackwood.

    She was shrouded in mystery, as no one outside of the castle walls had laid eyes on her since before the death of her parents. And yet the people had hung up streamers and baked cakes twenty times the size they normally would and dressed in their best clothes, all in preparation to meet their next monarch.

    The regent up until today had been Matthew Blackwood, the younger brother of their late king. Surely he would be in attendance, along with the next queen's younger sister, whose name he could not recall at the moment. Though he didn't think it mattered much. He tended not to get himself involved in royal drama of any sort, and was only there to accompany the prince. Who, in fact, had already wandered off - leaving Levi stranded in the bustling capital with no sense of direction.

    The ceremony wasn't until later in the evening, so the ward figured he'd have time to shop around. It wasn't often he was able to leave Navin. That had been his home for so long now, and it took many years for him to earn the trust of the family he now served. Despite lacking in certain freedoms, he was still able to walk around the Market without fear of being needed elsewhere. The prince, Dante, had already told him of his plans to explore the castle alone. Something about courting the future queen. Again, Levi did not care to hear much about it.

    Levi spent majority of his early afternoon ambling down the streets, minding his own business, stopping every once in a while to look at the multitude of pastries and embroidered cloth that was being sold. After a while he found himself wandering in the direction of the docks, walking along the bridge, looking out into the deep waters. It just so happened that along his way he noticed a girl, one dressed too nicely to be just anybody, making her way toward him. Or rather, in the opposite direction of where he was heading. Either way, she was getting closer and closer to him.

    At first his plan had been to avoid eye contact with the pretty girl, to just let her pass, but then he noticed the cart approaching the bridge and the lack of space that left between them. Already knowing what was about to take place, Levi jetted toward the girl, his hand reaching out to her. The cart bumped into her just before he reached her, and she let out a startled scream as she began to fall backward. Both of his hands wrapped around her arm just in time, before she could fall into the blue depths, and he jerked her back upward. Before he could remove said hands, the girl stumbled into him, her face pressing against his chest. His face instantly heated up at the accidental action.

    Then she was pulling back, clearly flustered and speaking very quickly. She explained that she had gotten distracted by lemon cakes, to which Levi had to stop himself from smiling. So that was the reason she wasn't looking where she was going, he thought with amusement. The girl started to try and catch her breath, and Levi took this time to take her in. She had a slim, wild beauty; her features dainty, her wrists small even for a girl her size. And with the dress she was wearing, he couldn't help but glance down at her jutting breasts and narrow waist.

    Before he could look her over more, he noticed that she had stuck her small hand out to him. She suggested that they started over, and told him her name; Rosaline, which was somehow familiar to him, but he couldn't seem to place it. With a friendly smile, Levi firmly took her hand in his and shook it.

    "Pleasure to meet you, Rosaline," he said with a rich accent that showed he was foreign. "I am Levi Aske."

    Letting go of her hand, he looked down at himself, at the clothes he was wearing. He felt a bit under dressed compared to her, but he hoped she didn't notice. And he still smelled very much of the sea, and was a bit weary from his travels. He had arrived that day, after all.

    "Now that you mention it," he said, eyeing her with a smile, "I would like some lemon cakes myself. Mind if I accompany you?"




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    dante murtagh ambar//twenty one//prince of navin


    It had been a difficult task, finding his way into the heavily guarded castle corridors. Lucky for him, Dante was very skilled at getting into places he wasn't supposed to be. The royal dignitaries and the handful of actual royals that had showed for the coronation, including himself, had been greeted within the castle walls; the first of many that would soon follow. They had been given a tour of where the ceremony would be taking place, as well as the ballroom and their sleeping quarters. Being the youngest of thirteen, Dante had become accustomed to not being noticed. It was part of the reason he had chosen black clothing; it made him less noticeable. So it didn't take much for him to part from the group and blend into the shadows.

    Once he knew he was alone, all it took was keeping an eye out for guards and avoiding servants. Which, the further down the twisting halls he went, the less and less of them there were. Eventually he reached a hall that he assumed was closed off to the public, including the servants, by the way it was eerily silent and had clearly been untouched for some time now. There were paintings lining the halls that led to a room, and on them were the past king and queen. He paid more attention to the painting of the previous queen, with her stunning beauty.

    It made him wonder if the princess would be just as beautiful. He wasn't a shallow man, but he'd like to imagine she was pleasing to look at. Not that it mattered much, not really. His plan involved him wooing her into accepting his marriage proposal, and then ending her life and taking her crown. She didn't have to be outstandingly pretty for that to happen. Their marriage would be a short one, if things went the way they were supposed to. He'd finally be king, he'd finally be worth something. Then his father and brothers would have no choice but to show him the respect he deserved.

    When he reached the door to the room, he heard a voice break through the eerie silence that filled the empty halls. The man turned to face the source of the voice, only to find the very woman he was hoping to run into. She approached him gracefully, the confusion clear on her features. She looked very much like her mother in the paintings. She was slender, reedlike, willowy, and her throat looked warm and shapely above a low-cut bodice; he could practically imagine sliding a knife across it. And to his great satisfaction, she was quite pleasing to look at. He almost didn't want to end her life, but he'd never be seen as the sole ruler or hold any real power if she lived.

    Her next words were a question, asking if he was lost. I am exactly where I need to be, he thought to himself. He had guessed that this section of the castle had been off limits, which is why he had been there in the first place. Not that he'd tell her that.

    "Ah, yes," he said, taking a few steps toward her. "I seem to have wandered off a bit too far, and have lost track of the group."

    The prince continued to approach, smiling now, looking her over. He found it odd that she had gloves on, but he decided not to question it. She would be sharing her secrets with him, in time.

    "You must be Charlize, the next queen of Amren," he said as he reached her. "It is an honor to meet you."

    The man reached for her gloved hand, planning to politely kiss her knuckles, but then she jerked away from him. This was not the usual affect he had on women, and it bruised his pride. Still, he wouldn't let that show.

    Smiling again, he bowed slightly and said, "Dante Ambar, prince of Navin."

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    SEVENTEEN + PRINCESS OF AMREN + SINGLE


    The Princess was new to all of this. The most socializing she had done in years was with the limited staff in the castle. She had never even met a boy that wasn't a servant of some kind. And all the boys in the castle would run away from her when she came, not wanting to play games with the Princess. So over the years, Rosaline had been alone. She had never known what friends were and her entire life was isolated. She wanted a much different life. She wanted to have many friends, to know love and find her true love. And she hoped to be married and have a family. She wanted many children, not wanting them to ever feel as alone as she had felt when her sister shut her out. She wanted to feel a love so intense that it consumed her. She wanted a romance like the fairytales she had read. She often imagined a knight riding in on a white horse and rescuing her. She had had this dream for as long as she could remember. She wanted a love like her parents had had and she was so driven and desperate for love, it made her very naive. She had to admit, the more she looked at the blonde male before her, she realized that was very handsome. She had been so flustered that she hadn't taken the time to really look at him. She felt as if his golden hair would almost glow in direct sunlight and he had kind eyes. That was what brought her in the most, his eyes. She felt that the eyes were the windows to the soul and she saw a gentleness in his gaze. It made her smile softly to herself. She knew it was something silly to find drawn to but she knew it was hard to hide one's emotions in their eyes. The man took her hand finally and shook her hand, a smile curling onto his lips. She felt her heart flutter at the sight. He must not realize how beautiful he was. He spoke that it was a pleasure to meet her and when her name rolled off his tongue, she felt a shiver down her spine. She wasn't sure why but she liked the way her name sounded on his tongue. She heard the thick accent on his words and she perked with interest. She couldn't place his accent but she knew he was foreign. She was tempted to ask him where he was from but she wasn't sure if it would be rude or not. She had never been amazingly social, she felt as if she stumbled over her words far too much to make much sense to anyone. He spoke once more, saying his name was Levi Aske. She smiled gently, a softness to her gaze. Levi. The name fit him. She wondered if her own name fit her.


    Rosaline felt his hand leave hers and she almost missed his warmth. And the feeling of his hand on hers. She blinked slowly and looked up at him as he examined his own clothes. He must have felt intimidated by her fancy dress. She was expected to wear such a dress, she was Princess after all. But one couldn't tell from first glance. Her own people hadn't seen her in years. The only way one could tell, was from the glittering tiara atop her hair. She wondered if it was too intimating. He spoke up once more and was eyeing her with a smile. She returned the smile and her eyes sparkled with excitement. He spoke about wanting lemon cakes as well, and wondering if he could accompany her. She smiled brighter at his request. "Who am I to turn down such a request? You did rescue me from my own clumsiness, after all." Her voice was sweet and seemed as if it was made of silk. Her voice had always been very comforting, when she wasn't stuttering or talking very quickly. She had her mother's voice, which seemed as melodic as a songbird. Rosaline moved to head toward the lemon cakes excitedly. She practically danced with every step she took, moving with surprising grace. But every now and then, she'd hit a stone that was slightly higher than the others and stumble a bit. She reached the stand with the sweets in a minute or so and she deeply inhaled the air. She sighed dreamily when her eyes landed on the lemon cakes and she smiled brightly. The vendor turned and recognized her, smiling ear to ear and offering anything she'd like for free. "Oh, no I couldn't possibly-" Rosaline began but the vendor, a kind older man with a thick belly, waved away her concerns before asking her what she would like to eat. Rosaline sighed deeply and looked toward Levi. "Just a lemon cake for you?" She asked curiously. She then asked for a lemon cake for herself before sneaking the money she owed into his tip jar on the stand. The pair then began to aimlessly wander through the marker, Rosaline's eyes lit with curiosity. "So, where are you from, Levi? I do not recognize your accent." Rosaline asked as she looked over to her companion as she took a bite of her lemon cake.


    theme song + aesthetic + form

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    LET ME STARE UP AT THE STARS

    CAUSE ITS WHERE WE ALL BELONG


    Charlize wasn’t sure how she felt about this man. She wasn’t sure what it was but he seemed slightly..off. Or perhaps this was just her lack of social skills showing through. She was so used to closing people off that it was possible she was just looking to far into this. The man began to walk towards her, explains his reasoning for being there. She supposed it was a good explanation. When she was younger she had often gotten lost at times with how big their castle was. Often times one of the ladies working would point her in the right direction. Even now she found it a bit hard to remember where everything was after spending years in isolation. If she were correct the last time she had came out of her room was the day her parents left for their voyage to her cousin’s wedding. She remembered asking if they really had to go and the gentle smiles of her mother and the encouraging words of her father telling her it would only be two weeks. Two days later they were pronounced dead. Deciding that today was not the right time to think of such things Charlize brought her attention back towards the guest. He spoke up saying that it was an honor to meet her before reaching for her hand. Instantly the princess pulled her hand back away from him. She blinked a few times, clearing her throat and placing her hands back in front of her. She knew that he meant no harm but her gloves were important to her. They were the only thing that kept her powers at bay. One wrong move and her secret would be out for the world to know. Adverting her gaze she was silently grateful that he did not acknowledge what she had done. He spoke up once more identifying himself as a prince of Navin. Charlize had heard of Navin. Some good things and some things that were not as good. She had heard of the king and his heir but not of him admittedly. Then again she knew that the king had many sons. However she was curious as to why Dante had been sent here and not the king or his heir. A part of her wanted to ask but she did not want to come off as rude. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Charlize was a quiet soul. She never spoke often and when she did it was always short phrases. A conversation with her did not often last very long. She was a woman of few words.


    Charlize took this time to fully examine Dante. He was rather handsome. Looking at him caused her to feel a weird fluttering sensation in her stomach. She was not exactly sure whether she liked the feeling or not. His eyes were his most attractive feature in her opinion. They seemed dark and mysterious. She almost found herself wanting to uncover his mysterious. However the princess knew that she could do no such thing. Charlize would not dare allow herself to get close to a man. What would she do when they began to ask for answers to questions she was unable to answer? She would have to lie to him every day. She could never be intimate with him. As queen she was aware that she would be expected to marry and have children but for now she would do all that she could to prevent that from happening. She simply wasn’t ready. Clearing her throat she spoke once more. "I can escort you back to your group if you would like. I’m sure that they’re not to far from here." After all there was not to much that could truly be shown on the tour. Many areas of the castle was closed off from people not apart of the royal family or not a worker. The coronation was less than an hour away now so more than likely the group was on their way to the throne room.


    "Speech."