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    i was just going to do a picture with a name lol. i don’t like making super complicated forms. i never stick with the character’s personality anyway. if you don’t want to make a form that’s totally fine though!

    nice!

    oh, also, is this going to be a) more of a princess-bride relationship, where she sort of looks down on him at first and sees him as just a servant, but slowly grows to love him, or b) more of a tumbr-ey relationship, where he's like, her favorite servant and she lavishes the poor oblivious boy in treats while he's like "what... is going on right now"

    OOC: i'm gonna apologize in advance for the mediocre starter but i'm... really bad at starting xD

    Cosima Veronica Grace Renaud


    IC: "We have recently studied the greatest source of our national wealth, our farms. Another source we have seen to be our forests. Still another important one is our mines. The first (raw) product of our mines was, at the beginning of the century, worth about 800,000,000 a year, the metals produced were worth about 500,000,00, and the petroleum producs alone were worth over..."


    Cosima dragged a hand down her face with a barely repressed groan, her eyes nearly rolling back in their sockets. The ticking of the large grandfather clock in the room thudded into her head. Her instructor's pencil softly tapped against the paper. This is absolutely insufferable. I'm going to go mad.


    Her eyes slowly wandered with her thoughts from her mathematics textbook to gaze out the window at the scenery outside. I wonder if Helen will be available afterwards. Probably not. Her handmaid usually was overseeing Cosima's laundry work while she focused on her studies, and usually was still busy for quite a bit after Cosima was done - leaving her to fend for herself. Of course, she had other servants she could talk to, but Helen was almost always with her, and so Cosima felt a bit more comfortable looking to her for help to relax.


    "Miss Renaud!"


    Cosima blinked back to reality as she shook her head, quickly returning her gaze to her studies. "A-Apologies, m-miss Wormwood..."

    Her instructor scoffed. "Oh, don't bother. Clearly, you're finished for today. Let's hope you return tomorrow with a much better learning attitude," the older lady sniffed and looked back down to her paper. She raised a bony hand and waved it dismissively. "Go on, then, bring your finished assignment here and off with you. You're lucky that I like you."

    Cosima's face colored as she slowly rose to her feet. "Y-Yes, miss Wormwood. Thank you." She hurriedly closed her books, piling them onto each other, then snatched up her paper and gently placed it on the side of Ms. Wormwood's table before she turned to leave the room.


    As she stepped out, another servant girl - Regina, she believed - was at her heels. "Miss Cosima, you're finished quite early. Where are you headed to now?"

    "The stables," Cosima replied, picking up her skirt slightly so she could walk faster without tripping. "Could you tell the stables to prepare Gent for riding? No other maids are necessary for help, I can get to my room, get changed into my riding clothes, and find the stables on my own, thank you."

    "Certainly," Regina responded, "But I believe we are at least required to escort you to the stables, miss Cosima."

    "Oh, very well," she sighed. "But just one or two will do. I'm not lame, after all."

    (it’s fine!)


    Peter had started working for the royal family just a few months ago. His father worked for the family to cultivate their lands. He wanted a better life for his son, so he made him work directly for the royal family.


    Peter was good at his job, from a non-royal standpoint. He was quick and had energy from being young. Peter was good at listening, even though by the time he got back to whoever he was making an errand for, they would find something to criticize.


    Peter heard he was called to escort the princess. He hurried upstairs to her room to escort her. He smiled kindly at Cosima and her teacher. “Hello. Where are we going to today?”

    (oh, did you change your character?)

    Cosima, now donned in her light green riding outfit, eyed the boy up and down slowly, almost disdainfully. She folded her arms. "Who on earth are you," she asked, almost sneering at him, "I don't recognize you. Where is Helen; she always takes me to the stables."

    "Helen is still doing your laundry, madam," Regina's voice came from inside the room. "Don't worry, he is trustworthy. He was available, so we're giving him a bit of a chance to do something a little different than normal."

    Cosima sniffed. "Fine, then. What is your name?"

    (omg i’m sorry i was tired lol)


    Grayson bit his lip. He wasn’t used to being talked badly about to his face. He needed to get used to it though.


    “I’m Grayson.” He answered. “I’ve only been here a few months. I’m sorry to bother you.” He apologized.

    Grayson glanced down. He already felt out of place. The boy followed the princess anyway though, sticking to the order of escorting her. He looked at her when she asked him the question. Grayson smiled and laughed. “Am I supposed to have a horse?” He asked.