Even with the regret of bringing Sylvestre there with the intent to have him work, Adelaide forgot such notions as she caught sight of the man's face brightening. He seemed sincerely, completely happy for just a moment then. His smile seemed unburdened, and certainly not forced. The princess...
The lack of response from Sylvestre at first irked Adelaide, who was made suddenly quite self-conscious of her own hesitance in this. She had to be decisive, clever, confident if she were to get through this and keep this man alive. For her own sake, but also for him. Perhaps she needed to work...
Dazed, Adelaide's gaze focused on the visions of another life in the dim distance of the dining hall, light blue eyes shining wistfully in the minimal lighting. Daydreams of her younger years, with plentiful time outside and the presence of her loving father danced through her mind. White...
Hospitality. The word rung through Adelaide's mind, echoing off into memories of past guests. None were treated kindly, even if they arrived by invitation, yet she knew they deserved better. This man here deserved better. Whether or not he was truly a threat to her kingdom, the young woman was...
Hearing the growl of hunger sound despite the prince's seeming distaste in her offer, Adelaide couldn't help but let a grin pass over her face. It was of course not funny in the least that he had labored so hard to work up that hunger, but there was something a bit boyish about his denial of...
Jasper arched a curious eyebrow in his attendant's direction as he answered. Was that truly what he thought, that this was important, so he was happy to go? It sounded to him as if the other boy was just giving him the answer Jasper may want to hear. Sighing softly and nearly deciding to forget...
The fair young woman cringed. Of course he shouldn't be happy with her. Why should he trust her after hearing that outlandish talk of stripping away his pride and killing it? Had she really said such things? Tucking a stray lock of hair behind one of her ears, the young princess forced herself...
Hearing the bit of encouragement, Jasper perked up a little bit. Pausing in his clothing search to look back at Aleczander with a small smile, he felt a bit self-conscious suddenly. "I am sure he did." He spoke softly, feeling a bit more assurance, but also a bit childish. This was his duty-...
Nodding in agreement, Jasper sighed as he looked between the pairs of clothing he had drawn out of his closet. "I suppose, just in case. I'm actually quite unsure of what to expect once there..." He commented with a slight sigh, running a hand up through his hair troubledly. Handing one of the...
Scratching his cheek thoughtfully, the prince let out a low sigh. "I do suppose so. Would you, please?" He gestured for Aleczander to sit on his bed beside the trunk so that Jasper may pass him what valuables to pack. It was not soon after that a few others joined them, streaming into the room...
Returning to his room briskly, Jasper was disheartened to look upon his belongings as he thought of leaving many behind. The trip may not be temporary; his father had only hinted at this, but the concept of switching over to married so rapidly still made his stomach turn. Sighing deeply as he...
Name: "Jasper Aaron Marcelius" Jass, Prince Marcelius (no one uses his nickname)
Age: 19
Status: Crown Prince of Arcadia
It's great, no worries. ^w^
"Princess Adelaide Emilia of Marvindale."
Staring at the painting of the young woman, Jasper allowed himself to let out a soft sigh. He...