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Yo can I, the special mobile user, get the form in Code please?
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blep you are flippin everywhere!
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*watches, confused* ima foxy?
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ooh! i want one :3
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honestly I'm so confused by now, its not even funny. You could try explaining it, but for some reason i think that would make it worse.
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//craaaaaaap totally forgot about this. Just gonna bump it to my top Recent Activity and then come back when i have the time.
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//*wheezes* joey i wanna cuddle.
its totally cool, don't worry about it, i understand.Katerina held the quilt to the side, and pointed to a spot next to the mattress.
"You can put your bag there." She said, before putting her hands behind her back, and anxiously watching for his reaction. It wasn't the cleanest place, but it was home. She studied his features for possibly the first time since they'd met just a few hours ago. His hair was a pretty blonde, almost honey in this light. His lips looked soft, despite the fact that Chapstick was a novelty these days.
Katerina froze as she realized what was happening. No way could she fall for this boy. It was too dangerous- for them both.
"Wow, Nice place!" Her heart did a skip at the words. Really? It was nice? She smiled shyly. That was new.
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Xander raised a finger, confused. He... had though. What did she mean by "You saw nothing?" Of course he'd seen something. He'd seen her use magic. He was quite sure he'd seen something. Something very, very illegal. And he decided to point this out.
"Um... i did, though. You just threw my fathers assassin against the wall, and then healed your maid. Thats... thats something. And its incredibly illegal. You..." He took a deep breath, and then forged onwards. "You could be executed for that. For being magical." The words settled in an empty room, and he looked down at his hands, uncomfortable. He was supposed to uphold the law, but at the same time, he didn't want to execute the princess.
"We... we could probably just announce you exiled and send you back home..." He said, trying to find a loophole in all this. He lifted his head, and fixed her with his piercing gaze. He quite honestly had no idea what he was to do.
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Xander stood, eyes wide. He... he didn’t know. He didn’t know what he wanted. Well, maybe he did. He didn’t want the princess dead. He knew that much. He didn’t, however, know what he was going to do about her... magicalness.
“I... I’m sorry. I don’t... I’m sorry. I don’t want you dead. I, personally, was not part of any of those... political things. I don’t want you live a dull, loveless life. That should not be forced on anybody. If you wish, I will leave you now.” He said, his voice soft and eyes sad. His shoulders were slumped, head bowed.
“I want to love someone who isn’t afraid of me.” He said it softly, to soft for anyone to hear. He clasped his hands, squeezing them nervously.
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//yeeeesss. Yeeeeeeees! (I feel like an evil scientist XD)
“I don’t think you’re unintelligent. I think you could rule here just fine without me by your side. I don’t know who told you that you’re intelligent enough to run this place by yourself- but they’re wrong.” Xander looked up at her, surprise evident in his eyes.
“You think I’m smart enough?” He asked quietly. His father had always told him that he’d never lead the kingdom alone. That had destroyed his self confidence.
“I... I’ll let you sleep now. You are going to need it, there’s a ball in two days time. It’s mandatory you attend.” He clasped her hand, giving it a slight squeeze before letting go and opening the door again.
“Goodnight.” He closed the door, no longer fearful that she would be hurt. He decided to retire to his own rooms for the night, though he doubted he would get a full nights rest.
//time skip?
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You ready for the ball, ya silly? -
Snowychest
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Or alpacas...
they’re llamas
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They’re all so preeeettyyyyy
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“Sire. Sire you must get up, today is the ball.” Xander felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. It was so unlike him, to sleep in. Then again, it had been a rough few days. In between entertaining Princess Ariana, he’d had to negotiate with his father, who seemed to be unable to believe his... “trick” had not worked.
“I’m awake, I’m awake. Thank you, Arlex.” He rose, throwing the covers off his body. Running a hand through his hair, he exhaled, and stood up. He motioned to the boy that stood beside him.
“Did... did the Tuxedo get here?” He asked, his mind groggy.
“Yes Sire! I’ll retrieve it for you.” The boy scurried to the side, grabbing a folded pile of clothing.
“Thank you, I’d be screwed if not for your alerting me.” He yawned his way through the sentence, and took the clothes. He went through his morning routine, eating, nodding hello to the princess before hurrying back to change. The ride there would take all evening.
Xander pulled on the sleeves of his tuxedo, and for the fifth time in a row checked for his sword. Yes, it was still there. He hated these parties. Celebrating nothing but wealth. He could hear footsteps behind him, and reflexively turned. The princess must be arriving for the carriage.
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I wanna see!
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The sight of her made his jaw drop. She was beautiful. And... and dangerous. Yet looking at her now, he almost completely forgot about what had happened.
“I- uh... wow, you- you look amazing.” He tried to wrap his mouth around the words, though as she came closer it was harder to focus, to speak. His jaw worked for a few moments, before he finally stopped trying to add on anymore words.
“My, don’t you clean up nicely?” He chuckled nervously, and looked back at the road. The carriage should be here by now. He waited, tapping his fingers nervously, then checked once more for his sword.
He heard hooves. Finally, it was here. The carriage was low and black, with silver trimmings and navy blue curtains. His fathers doing, changing the colors. Dark, mysterious. Or so he had said.
“After you, My Lady.” He said, flourishing a hand as the carriage pulled to stop and the door opened.
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Xander climbed in after her, settling in next to the princess. He felt clumsy and big next to such a pretty woman. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking.
“The High Noble house are the Brígh’s. One of the highest and wealthiest in the kingdom. It’s a good idea not to anger any of them, as they could easily find anything, up to the time you might have snitched a candy when you were five, and use it against you.” He spoke in a monotone, much like when he’d first met the princess.
His stomach performed flips, and backflips, and somersaults. He hated the High Nobles. Every one of them, smiling liars and cheaters in damn good clothing.
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You heathen! How have you gone through life without watching or reading Harry Potter?