((Oh your fine.))
"No, Thank you." The maid slowly backs away after watching her eat the fruit in content. Though only for a few minutes does she realize her work is no over, she excuses herself before giving the tutor his food as well, & exiting to preform her maidenly duties.
"...and prepared." A cute basket with floral decor would be placed in front of the princess with such a tender care as too not seem too overly pushing about the wishing of her maids 'Please Old king, give her, her freedom back.' This wishing would continue on through the years, for her to gain...
"Love it, though sparkles. Memorable sparkles will help probably..." Giving my impressions on the decorative chandelier while moving the big barrels of ale into the kitchen, I see the maids preparing a fruit basket, & think not much of it for now. Probably another way to try & cheer her up, so...
"Ah, well we still have to prepare for her coronation. Lets get decor out of the way." Clapping our hands, we start to go for the massive amount of ale, decorations, design plans, everything for this one day will take a while, & just after we've cleaned up after the funeral. "I guess we'll help...
"She's going to be treating all of us this way for a while. We're servants, nothing we can do about it..." They'd all suggest small things too help her feel better, though it was more now a session of pity than one too force the queen out of her slump. The tea fueled positive thoughts, work...
"He'd be here when he gets here I suppose, so though if you wish it..." The plate would be easily picked back up ",I'd might as well keep this encase of any guests who would come." Truly the tea was for, yet she's so in distraught would it really matter? The tea would help keep the castle's...
"Madam Moonlock, we've worked extremely diligently to prepare your tea, please don't let those who care for you think we are inferior." The glare was met with an unsatisfied look of disapproval & the small hint of sarcasm in his voice wouldn't lead any normal person to believe he actually didn't...
He'd walk into the room, plate steady as they closed the door behind him. A small royale table, The kingdoms crest in the center with a fine wood too keep it sturdy. He'd plate the set on the table, & began to prepare her cup, occasionally looking up to see her distant gaze in her eyes staring...
Tied, Reserved in the common/changing rooms for those of his wealth, his particular area would be tidy, laced with nothing but the smell of the olden air in the basements. He'd not be staying to long. No point, as being already dressed too serve, walked out saying his farewells too those...
Name: Lasting. "Last" as a Nickname.
Age: 23 years old "estimated"
Personality: Mental-Cynical, Machiavellian, Schizophrenic
Expressions-Calm/Nonchalant, Anger, Cunning, Happiness
Dislikes/Fears: Hates the Absence of Fear in Life or Death situations.
Appearance:
"Worse huh...Im glad putting you through more pain wasn't on the list." Emerging up from her warm shoulders, his face would seem much more matured as well, somehow, that drive changed him, so he'd be walking out of the room. "I'll be back in the room this evening, for now, I have to do my own...
My other scores for SAT dun come back until days....I know i got one wrong because they didn't give me enough time....but if they cheat me out of this too....~Prepares the tables for flipping~