Realistic or Modern Kingdoms in Conflict (Main RP)

[Jess Buck]

Our story begins in the mountains of Forella. Atop one of the largest, sits the castle of the Royal family Beatriz. The castle is busy this morning as servants prepare for the arrival of their guests from neighboring kingdom, Scela. (And rivaling might I also add). There was much gossip and chatter about the visiting Royal Family. What were they like? Were they as rough and uncivilized as tale said? Would they show up in old clothes that were in desperate need of washing? And what would they think of Forella? The weather in the Mountains during the summer was pleasant, but could also get rather hot. Would these folk from the valley be able to handle it? So much excitement within the walls had the common folk giddy. Our Royal Families however? Well let's see how they were feeling about the situation.

King Anthony Thomas Beatriz of Forella
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The King found it hard to sleep the night prior. So much ran through his head as the hours ticked by. More than once, Anthony got up from bed to pace around and speak his thoughts aloud. "You mustn't say anything to offend the King. Peace is dependent on this union. But then again, you mustn't let him think he can walk all over you either. And be polite to the Queen...But not too polite you don't want her or the King to get the wrong idea." You get the picture. To say the King did not sleep well would be an understatement. It was lucky that he no longer shared a room with his wife. He wouldn't want to keep her up all night with his incessant worrying. She was much better at these kinds of things than he was and Anthony needed her alert and ready for the day. The Scelans were to show up just before breakfast, and they were all to dine together as a welcome. And as the run rose above the horizon, Anthony knew that after today, nothing would be the same.

He quickly got out of bed and dressed in some of his finest clothes. A fine, velvet red tailcoat with gold embroidery to show off his national pride; nice black slacks accompanied the coat and he finished it off with a very fluffy, and very white cravat. He placed a simple gold crown with rubies atop his head. (As simple as a gold crown with rubies can be). He did not want to intimidate the foreign king with his riches just yet. Although it was common knowledge that the Forellan kingdom was very wealthy and the Beatriz Family enjoyed flaunting their wealth. Anyways. Once he was dressed, Anthony made his way towards his study to finish up a few documents before the Scelans arrived. Also to calm his nerves so he wouldn't spontaneously combust during breakfast.

Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler of Scela​

Rosaline was tired. Tired of riding in the uncomfortable carriage, tired of her annoying translator, but most importantly, tried of thinking about this stupid wedding. It was all that the poor Princess could think about as of the past few weeks. Preparing for the journey to Forella was anything but pleasant. She had servants down her neck every second of the day, and the incessant reminders from her mother to behave herself and make a good impression. All Rosie wanted to do was say "Screw the Prince! I'm adjudicating my throne and moving to Switzerland!" (Whatever Switzerland is) But alas, she could not abandon her family nor her people. It was her duty, as Crown Princess of Scela, to marry this Prince and bring peace to their kingdoms. But how she loathed the thought of it! It made her blood boil and her heart sink to think that for the rest of her life, she'd be stuck in a loveless, arranged marriage to the Prince of a kingdom whom her kingdom has fought with for centuries. And then she thought of her knight in shinning armor, Lady Gwynyffer McLeod. Just the thought of the redheaded solider made Rosie's heart grow soft. How she loved Gwyn. She loved the way her curly hair framed her face just perfectly. And how piercing and green her eyes were. She loved the fierceness in her eyes as she sparred with the other knights. And how her eyes softened when they were alone; when it just the two of them, out of prying eyes and they both could truly be themselves. But reality set back in as the carriage hit a particularly large rock that sent Rosie flying out of her seat, and onto the floor. She groaned in annoyance as she lifted herself up and back onto the bench. She would have a strong word with the footman when this was all done. Soon the carriage came to a stop, and Rosie didn't know if it because the horses needed water, or if they had finally arrived. But when she saw the footman open the door, and the large castle outside, Rosie knew. It was time. And her life would never be the same.

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Lady Gwynyffer McLeod
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The morning had been a very busy one for the members of the royal house, and it had been just as active for those who were sworn to protect them. Gwynyffer McLeod was up at the crack of dawn to begin preparations for the ride to the kingdom of Forella, and her mind was constantly swimming with competing thoughts. Oh how she didn't want to go to this event being held! She was going to have to see her beloved Rosie, the absolute light of her life and the one person she held even more dear than her twin brother, be cordial and interact with a man who was going to marry her. How it made the knight seethe that she and her love had to sneak off to the underground catacombs to be alone, the only place that they could express themselves freely without being caught. Gwyn remembered how terrified she had been when they first met there at Gwyn's request. She had been shaking with trepidation that her feelings would offend the princess, but she couldn't hide from them. Rosie was everything she could have dreamed the perfect woman to be, and she fell completely for the artistic, beautiful soul that patiently helped her with her sign language so that they could speak to one another freely.

Cathal prancing in place drew her attention back to the present, and she finished tacking up the horse in order to ride alongside the royal carriage. Her heart fluttered when she caught sight of her sweet Rosaline, a smile curling on her lips without her being able to even realize it happened. The knight was absolutely smitten with the princess, and she marveled at the way her dress brought out the soft blue hue of her eyes. Green used to be her favorite color, but after getting close to the princess..blue was now her favorite by a longshot. The redhead mounted up and guided her horse alongside the carriage, the sun reflecting off the silver armor that she had polished the night before so that she could make the best impression possible. Not that it would likely be of much use; how often would this kingdom have seen a female knight? Even her own kingdom had been hesitant to permit her to become a squire. Cathal pranced when she slowed the horse to a halt, and the redhead dismounted. A young boy rushed forward to accept the reins of her prized stallion.

"Be careful with him. He's a special horse," she told the boy before approaching the procession being led by her princess. The redhead gave the princess a bow and flashed her that grin that the knight was known for. She couldn't say too much in public, but she was content that at least she was expected to remain at the princess's side since she was her personal protector.

Queen Leonora Beatriz
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The Queen had slept marvelously the night before, mostly due to relieving tension through having one of her myriad of lovers remain with her through the night. The king and queen did not share a bed any longer, which suited the queen just as well since it made slipping her lovers discreetly from her room so much easier. Well rested, the queen readied herself for the day. This was going to be the first meeting with the royal family of Scela, and she wanted to be at her best. She needed to find weaknesses of theirs to exploit them if the need arose. Her husband, while a good man, was not quite crafty enough to make use of situations like these. It was a good thing that he respected his wife and usually allowed her to do as she pleased, seeming to appreciate her ambition since he himself lacked it.

Dressed now in a red gown trimmed in gold, she waited patiently as a maiden brushed out her thick, brown locks of hair. Leonora knew just how important apperances were, and she wanted to come off as confident and well groomed. Beautiful and benign because it was better to conceal the daggers behind her smile than it was to reveal her hand. Best for the royal family to believe that they were dealing with a much more congenial, warm woman than the ambitious serpent that they were truly dealing with. This marriage would establish peace but also establish her son as having a position of power in two kingdoms. Now all that was left was trying to find a good suitor for her daughter, one of power and prestige.

Now dressed for the evening with a ruby circlet placed on her head that marked her role as the queen of Forella, the queen stepped from the room and made her way down to her son's chambers. She needed to make sure that he looked presentable and wouldn't be behaving completely abhorrently with that blasted rabbit of his. She swore that he let that rabbit into her things at times, mostly because her precious jewelry was often rearranged in a way that irritated the queen. Her maids knew better than to touch her things, the queen being quite wrathful when such a thing happened, so it had to be her son's rabbit. How in the world did he get into her chambers, though, she would never know.

 

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PRINCESS HEIDI BEE BEATRIZ

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Heidi's bedroom was unique; her mother herself said it would be mistaken for a forest instead of a princess bedroom. Her bed sheets were cloths of different colors sewn together. Those same bed sheets are now hanging from the third story. Heidi looked up clutching the fabric after a few hours of attempting to get back up the young princess believed it a much harder task than going down. She had spent the night in the gardens when she got bored she went up to the gates to catch a glimpse of her brothers betrothed. That proved to be quite dull, and being up all night had her feeling dizzy. Going back through the main entrance wasn't an option she would inevitably run into her mother. Did she have a choice, though? She couldn't climb up, "Die to falling or die to Leonora?" closing her eyes, she walked over to the main entrance.

Going up the stairs, she earned a few worried looks from the maids. Her gown was in no perfect condition, and on her way down from her ladder made of fabric, she scrapped her hand. Not to mention she was sleep-Heidi tumbled down the stairs. Quickly picking her self up, she ran, making her way to her brother's room. On the way there, she bumped into a figure.
Looking up, she smiled to see her mother, "Good morning, mother I-um...I was going to wake up, brother."

HATICE BURAK
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The carriage shook for the 10th time this hour. Hatice was unsure that she felt like throwing up or she was just dizzy. Looking at Gwyn, she wondered if riding a horse was more enjoyable than this hell hole. She had kept her mouth shut for her friend, but Hatice has been mumbling to herself for the last two days. She shouldn't marry him if she didn't want to. But she has to for the sake-Hatice held her stomach sticking her head out the window. The fresh air had eased her queasiness she almost regretted sticking her head out the window when she saw Gwyn — eyeing the princess all lovey-dovey. It made her sick that this was even an issue. They had to hide their love, which Gwyn wasn't doing a great job. You could see the love in her eyes. What was more important, though, was that Gwyn got off her horse, giving the princess a bow, which meant that they have arrived. The coachmen opened the carriage door to find an elegant young lady, politely anticipating his arrival. Hatice had to hold in the screams of agony and throwing up on the coachmen.

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Prince Alaric Callan Dante Adler of Scela​

The days leading up to the Scelan Royal Family's trip were uneventful for Alaric. Sure everyone was busy making they had things prepared and the kingdom would be okay while they were away. But none of that involved him, it was mainly just his parents and his sister. He did manage to say farewell to his friends in the town as well as the noble friends he had. It took some persisting to get his parents to agree to bring his favorite stallion, Stormbringer, along with them. The horse was pure black, with a silky looking mane and tail. The hair around its' hooves were alittle long but not too long. Stormbringer was a magnificent beast of a great royal bloodline.

Alaric sighed and looked out the carriage window to see the scenary as it passed them by. They had a few knights with them, as well as his sisters' personal Knight Gwyn. Did his parents know they were closer than they let on? Gwyn didn't hide it as well as his sister Rosie though. He found out one day when he was covering for his sister. He got curious to where she always went.

Out of no where the carriage hit something and it sent his sister flying out her seat and onto the floor. He stifled a laughed as she helped herself up. It wasn't like he was making fun of her, it was just the fact how she just suddenly flew out her seat. It was funny. Not long afterwards, the carriage came to a stop and Gwynyffer greeted them at the carriage's door. First Rosaline stepped out, then he stepped out followed by his parents. So this was the kingdom of Forella? Impressive.

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Prince Thomas Spencer Beatriz of Forella

Thomas had been worried for about three days straight, working on how he was going to not seem like an awkward pile of mush, a devilishly handsome mush, but mush all the same. He was about 100% sure if he messed this up his mother would find a way to murder him while making it out to be one of the maid's fault or something along those lines, perhaps an accident even. Scary woman, respectable, but terrifying. The worrying of the young man consisted of him staring into space as he contemplated running away with that man from his favorite shop in town. Meeting Mathias had simply been the Prince having time to himself. It wasn't odd for him to dress in common clothes and escape from the palace, or rather vanish entirely without telling anyone, and for him to end up in town. He liked to drink at taverns and hear what people thought of him, he'd play it off that he just happened to look a bit like the prince, and he called himself Spencer while doing so. Since he couldn't wear his gloves while playing pretend, and thats how they met. In a tavern, it was only the next day that while browsing shops for bowties and gloves that he found out Mathias owned a shop... sort of. It didn't take long for Thomas to slip up, and his true identity to be revealed to the shopkeep, but it didn't stop the visits to see him.

The prince had indeed expressed great distress to his beloved shopkeep, usually over minor things, but as of recently over the dread of his ever-approaching wedding. One he didn't want and certainly felt he didn't need. He kept complaining that the whole wedding was going to be disgusting, not only because he was certain the princess was going to be a real pain in the ass and quite possibly comparable to the hindquarters of a dairy cow with the runs, but because no one could possibly understand how to make the most magical wedding ever. At least not the ones in his head, he had thought of wedding as a boy, but not to some woman he would only get to see when they were so close to tying the knot, and forever being bound together. How. Revolting.

Nonetheless, Thomas had slept rather peacefully in his bed. His personal quarters were beyond what they should be for a man, it was like a weird combination between a queen's room and a prince's room. There were heavy velvet curtains and fur bedding on his bed, the pillows had silk covers and he always wore a silk pajama set. Of course, all the fur was faux fur, he didn't want to freak out his beloved Ser Reginald, he could never! Waking up he had gotten around on his own, brushing his hair and putting it into a nice low braid tied with a silk ribbon, he had bathed with his rabbit, making sure his hair was as silky and fabulous as ever, and Ser Reginald had his fur fluffy and luscious. Dressing the rabbit was easier than dressing himself, he had brushed Ser Reginal's fur out and put a lovely red bowtie with a white pearl in the center of it. He had his rabbit assist in dressing himself, and eventually, he settled on a white button-up with silver embroidery, a red silk vest, and a red silk suit with gold embroidery and a gold cravat made of lace, with a silk gold pocket square and a pair of his favorite form-fitting white leather gloves with white polished shoes to match. Of course, the outfit wasn't complete without his crown, the whole thing screamed Thomas. He was so over the top anyway, and his crown was no better, woven gold embellished with diamonds and rubies. Only the clearest and perfectly cut rubies and diamonds the miners could produce for the prince's crown. He's had it almost as long as he has had Ser Reginald, and he changed crowns as soon as they stopped fitting, but he was sure a crown change was needed once he got married. Right? This sort of thing warrants that, right? This one was getting off and if he were to be King surely he needed a new much more enchanting crown.

After getting everything situated on himself he sprayed himself with the finest perf-er....cologne he had. Yeah. That fruity smell was definitely a really expensive cologne. Yes. After making sure he looked as jaw-droppingly desirable as ever, he lifted his little rabbit into his arms and stroked a gloved hand over his ears and head cooing at him happily before placing the small fitted circlet that was made for him over the ears and onto his head. it was woven silver and gold, simple with a single ruby, and it made Ser Reginald look almost as dashing as Thomas. He wasn't ready to head downstairs yet, he was busy oogling at himself in the mirror, and stroking his beloved pet who laid comfortably in his arm while being petted. "Todays the day Ser Reginald... The beginning of torment to last a lifetime." He sighed and pressed his fingers to his forehead. "I truly hope shes not as annoying and inconvenient as I imagine... maybe she won't care if I slip off."


King Remington Augustus Adler of Scela

Remington was up in arms about this whole thing for years, not days, not hours, not just one month or so. No no, he hated this idea ever since he learned more about that long-haired ruffian they dared claim to be a prince. That was a mongrel wearing gloves. He had voiced his displeasure as much to his wife and children, quite literally unhappy with everything, and even more so when his daughter showed how she didn't want this either. Though he wanted her to be happy, their kingdom was at risk and he knew it was either his daughter's temporary happiness followed by war and anguish or, an unhappy marriage that sealed the bond of the two kingdoms and kept the hot water of rivalry from boiling over and laying siege to either kingdom. Remington had practically paced a path in the halls of their castle home while listing everything they needed for the trip, gifts? Possibly, he had heard the prince was an uptight sort with his nose so high in the air he could probably predict the weather for next week. The stress of making sure this all went down well, and that his little Rosie was able to comfortably settle into what would soon be her home, and that he'd have to inevitably leave her there with her new husband. Oh, it made him all to sick to think about it, he didn't want her living so far away, with a weird prince who had a cloud of rumors about him that made Remington uncomfortable to accept that this was happening, even if he didn't approve of the boy, there was little way he could consider that half-assed excuse for a prince a man. Even if his wife assured him that he was overreacting because he was losing his little girl, overreacting. PAH! She was underreacting!

Another bump had drawn him from his thoughts, and he reached out to keep his wife from falling forward, only to watch their daughter do exactly what he had been attempting to prevent his wife from doing. He tried to help her, but was too slow and still fogged with thoughts to be of much assistance. The king pulled his crown off to smooth his hair back again, for what was quite possibly the 300th time in the past two hours, and place his crown back on his head. Remington had taken to wearing a navy blue overcoat that was lined with white embroidery and a white inside, it was just plain cloth and thread nothing fancy. Under the overcoat was a dark green vest with a grey button-up under it and a black cravat with matching black pants and shoes. He was dressed to his best, and his crown was the best he could have gotten, a simple gold crown with clear topaz gems in it, they looked like diamonds but they weren't because they couldn't really afford to replace diamonds from a crown if one popped out or got lost or if the crown was stolen. After they stopped he sighed and readied himself, stepping out after his daughter and son, and he held his hand out to assist his wife out of the carriage. Looking up to the home of their rivals, he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous now. That was much bigger than their castle. He instructed the young stable boy and the stable master to take good care fo the horses that were brought with them, there were several steeds for the guards who came with, and the horse his son had asked to bring, as well as the horse that Remington had raised. Well, really he had a hand in all the horses present, having used to have his hand in it he was very particular about the horses his family and knights used. He took another look at the larger castle and then to his daughter, and finally, his eyes landed on her personal guard. "Gwynyffer, under no circumstances is the prince to touch Rosie, besides hand to hand contact. I want three feet of space at all times." He stated sternly then cleared his throat some, wanting to not get a smack from his beloved wife. "A-at least... until the wedding of course." The ever overbearing father was definitely not going to sabotage anything, he just didn't want his poor daughter to be tainted by... whatever they claimed passed as a prince. He took his daughter's hand gently and patted it to get her attention before giving her a warm smile as if wanting to comfort her about what she was about to face. Not only the realization that she would never see home again, but that this was her new home, and her betrothed was inside. Honestly, he felt like he might be more nervous than her.

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Queen Isabella de Osorio
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One bump. Two bumps. Several dozen more. For so long she had planned for this day, even down to what she’d wear for the trip, but not once did Isabella take into consideration the discomfort she might feel on the journey. Between the carriage’s constant rocking and the inability to lay down and stretch, she considered this punishment for something she’d done in the past. Perhaps she drank too much one day or was unnecessarily rude to someone. Whatever the reason, she’d been cramped into this carriage with her family for too long. Yet despite her discomfort and her desire to be anywhere else, Isabella never voiced her feelings. Her husband was worried about their eldest child and her future husband. Her daughter was worried over the same things. How could she dare to complain when Rosie had far greater concerns.

As they traveled through the unfamiliar lands, Isabella kept one her on her husband’s knee and her other hand on her holy book. From time to time she parted the pages and read a page or two, hoping for a long enough distraction that she’d forget about the passage of time. She wanted to converse with her loved ones, but they all seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts. Did Alaric miss his friends in Scela? Was Rosie plotting to runaway? Was the King considering war over peace?

As the carriage jostled the royal family around one more time and Rosie fell from her seat, Isabella finally looked up from her book. She sighed heavily and shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to scold or lecture her, she had enough on her plate. “Thank you Remington.” Isabella whispered when he kept her from falling just as their daughter had.

When the sound of hooves upon stone finally stopped, Isabella felt as if she’d been saved, forgiven for whatever wrong she’d committed in the past. One by one she watched her family exit the carriage, until it was her turn. Her soft hand slid into Remington’s as she stepped out into the light, sun beaming into her brown eyes and illuminating her powdered skin. She stepped down to stand beside her King and looked around at where they were. Forella was certainly more extravagant than Scela. In some way it reminded her of Osorio.

“Remington, please settle down.” Isabella advised after hearing the order he gave the young knight. “They must get to know one another and bond. Rosie would not let herself be so easily corrupted. Allow them to be close.” The Queen reached out and brushed a few stray strands of hair from Rosalin’s face, smiling at her daughter. “Come Alaric. I fear we will need to keep you at our side.” Though he was 17 and well at the age to be considered an adult, Isabella still saw him as her youngest, the baby, and treated him as such. She held her hand out to Alaric, calling him to her side with an expression that left little room to argue.

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King Anthony Thomas Beatriz of Forella
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Anthony had finally gotten his thoughts to calm after about an hour of work in his office. Instead of worrying about the arrival of the Adler's, he was instead consumed by a new plan to create better roads from the different towns in his kingdom. He was deep in thought when a knock came to the door. A servant opened the door and bowed deeply before entering.
"I beg your pardon Your Majesty. The Scelan Royal Family has arrived." Anthony quickly looked up from his work and all thoughts from earlier this morning came flooding back. He stood and nodded to the boy.
"Thank you. I assume that the same information has been given to the rest of my family?" The servant nodded
"Yes, Your Majesty. They are supposed to meet you in the foyer to greet the Royal Family." Anthony nodded
"Very well. Let us make our way to the foyer shall we?" He walked from behind his desk and passed the servant who bowed as Anthony walked by. Anthony held his hands behind his back, and kept his head held high. He wanted his subjects to think that he was confident in his decision and that he was not nervous. But inside? Inside Anthony was screaming. They were here. On the grounds of his home. He prayed to any God that would listen to help him through this. He was going to need all the help he could get.

Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler of Scela
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Luggage, horses, gifts, and the like were all being unloaded from the carriages by a plethora of servants. Rosie didn't think they had nearly as many servants back home as the ones she saw now. Maybe she just hadn't interacted with that many? She mostly had Gwyn, Hatice, and her translator, Molly, who she spoke with. Speaking of Molly. Her hands were flying trying to keep up. There were many people trying to talk to the Princess. Her family, the palace guards, the servants. It was a lot to take in all at once. Rosie cleared her throat and motioned for Molly to translate for her.
"My apologies. It seems you have not been informed of my condition. I am deaf. I cannot hear you. If you wish to speak with me, please first, get my attention and tell my translator Molly what you would like to say." She hoped Molly didn't make her sound condescending. Even though that's how she wished she could say it. She gave a pretty smile to everyone. Hopefully they would move on from the situation and lead her to her rooms so that she may change for breakfast. And perhaps have a few seconds alone with Gwynyffer. It had been a long carriage ride and Rosie was desperate to stare into those gorgeous green eyes.

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Prince Alaric Callan Dante Adler of Scela​

Alaric waited for his parents to get and once they had, his father immediately started telling Gwyn that the Prince could no touch the Princess except for hand to hand contact. His dad never did like Prince Thomas. Ever since he found out he had long hair it was all over. If his hair was shorter, he was sure his father would have disliked the older male alittle less. He looked over to his mother when his father added the last bit. Did she glare at him or something? He heard his mother say something in response but he wasn't really paying attention.

His attention was else where as he seen a few maidens in the distance. He offered up a sweet smile when they looked to see what the fuss was about. They had a few stable boys and servants were surrounding them. It was quite the scene. When his mother called him to her side he wanted protest but before he could even think what to say she gave him her signature look. Defeated before he even began, he sulked his way over to his mother in a way no one would notice except his mother.

"Yes Mother..." he softly said as he took her hand. He felt alittle silly, he was 17 for crying out loud not some babe. Did she see me smile at the maidens? He thought to himself as he heard Molly tell the ones who were trying to talk to the Princess she was deaf. His mother never did like how he was alittle too friendly for his station with the ladies. He always thought his mother babied him to spite him. Though he didn't want to think his parent's loved Rosie more because it was foolish to think so. She simply had more freedom and attention since she was the Queen-to-be.

Alaric signed a few words to Rosie with his one hand, when she looked in his general direction because someone was talking to Molly on his side. "You think they let us into the rooms soon?"

Asher Cassius Denvor​

Asher would like to see what did Princess Rosaline looked like, all he had to go off of was what Thomas had told him about her. The Scelan family should be arriving today to have breakfast with Thomas and his parents. The young male readjusted his long bows' string and picked up another arrow. He took his time with putting the arrow in it's proper place and aiming. He took a deep breath and let it out before letting the string go. Within moments he heard a loud thud of the arrow striking it's mark. Pleased with himself he looked over at the perch he had built for Dandelion. "See there? I'm getting better at this. How many can boast having a arrow shot in the same spot as the one before it?" He gleamed with pride as his falcon made a noise.

Asher thought if his pal could talk he'd probably tease him and shut him down. But then again he might have agreed...right? He picked up another arrow, but didn't place it in the groove on the bow. "The Scelans should be here by now. I wonder how Thomas is doing?" He paused for a moment, before putting the arrow back in it's pouch. "There should be some time before breakfast is served. I can use it to meet up with Thomas maybe." Asher raised his arm with it's leather glove and whistled for Dandelion to come hither.

After he returned Dandelion to his post, he made his way over to castle.

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Prince Thomas Spencer Beatriz of Forella

Thomas finished inspecting himself in the mirror. "Right. Let's get to it, Ser Reginald. I'm sure they're arriving, wouldn't want to be late to breakfast, mother will have our hi-iiii- Hello. Mother." Thomas cut himself off from his conversation with his dearest pet rabbit as he opened the door to his bedchambers, now seeing his mother and his sister. "What... in high heavens are you wearing?" He looked his sister up and down. Glancing from his sister to his mother, he quickly pieced together that his sister would be in trouble in about ten seconds if he didn't step in. "I-I told you to come in house colors not... is that pink or brown?" He wasn't quite sure, and while holding his rabbit in one arm started to usher his sister off toward her room, following close behind as one glove pressed to her back. "Don't worry mother! I'll make sure she is fit for breakfast, not in.... um..." He gave his sister another glance up and down. "Well, I'm sure we can find a word for your unique night attire eventually." He was teasing of course, and frantically trying to get his young sister out of the jaws of the dragon, who he was sure was just about ready to snap on both of them. Snap on Heidi for her atrocious appearance, and probably because it looked like she had been up all night. Again. And snap on Thomas for attempting, probably rather poorly, to cover for his sister yet again and keep her from trouble. Under his breath he started to mumble to Heidi, leaning a bit closer to her. "Sneaking out again?" He asked, a bit frustrated, but she was his young sister. If she decided to never wed and live in the castle forever he'd watch over her and beat men with their own arms to keep her happy if he must. Of course so long as she stopped doing silly things that bothered him like purposely fling mud at him, a rather unfond childhood memory, and one of the reasons he loathed his sister as a child.... well.... maybe not loathed. But he did dislike her a hell of a lot. But again, she was his younger sister, he would die for her. He did love her... sometimes.

King Remington Augustus Adler of Scela

Remington contemplated his wife's words and sighed softly, then nodded. "It is not our daughter I am worried about. That..." He paused and cleared his throat, correcting himself. "It's just that the rumors I have heard do not depict Prince Thomas to be... a devout man." He meant it in the nicest way possible. Of course, he knew how men could be, especially young boys. But, he had heard some wild accusations involving the prince, then again he'd grasp at just about any vile rumor that allowed him to further press the belief that the long-haired "man" was a horrible person. Of course, his attention was brought away from his family and to a few people who were sent to lead them all inside. {Here we go} He thought to himself and glanced between his children before waving a bit at Rosue to get her attention and signing. [I'm sure he's a nice prince.] He just wanted to reassure her, and maybe himself. That fucking hair of his was really a big problem for Remington. He really hoped this guy was everything his wife cracked him up to be, and that the only problem was his hair being that of an eight-year-old girl's at best. Of course, just looking at the castle from the outside was intimidating enough, he felt he was going to get sick if they all flaunted how much better they were wealth wise. Of course, with the things he heard of this King-to-be he was sure there was going to be no shortage in flaunting. This was going to be rather stressful, he was sure of it, part of him knew if he so much as sneezed the wrong way he was likely to be condemned for some backward crime he never even heard of. Gosh, he wished to be anywhere but here, anywhere but in this position. But alas, he could not condemn the fate of two kingdoms and so many innocent people, for the comfort of his own state of mind and his daughter's happiness. Part of him hoped things fell into place for her.

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Queen Isabella de Osorio​

The Queen was pleased by Alaric’s willingness to cease his childish behavior and do as she requested. To spare him any embarrassment she did take his hand and instead locked arms with the young man. “We musn’t give the Forella nobility any reason to dislike us, Alaric. You must be on your best behavior.” Isabella wanted to avoid scolding him while there were people watching and analyzing their every move. If Alaric appeared to be a competent man then it would go a long way in creating a positive image for the family.

Tugging just a little on his arm, Isabella tried to direct her second born towards the palace entrance. Maybe he didn’t like it, but Isabella enjoyed spending time with Alaric. He was and always would be her baby. With the servants taking care of their luggage and other belongings, the Queen didn’t see any reason to remain outside. She gently pulled on Alaric’s arm and tapped her husband’s shoulder with her free hand. “Let’s get inside and out of this cold air before someone fall ill.” Isabella suggested.

 

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Princess Rosaline Miriam Adler​

Rosie noticed from the corner of her eye, both her father and brother motioning towards her. Her brother seemed to be on the same page as herself, wishing to be escorted to their rooms. Rosie shrugged and signed back. "I'm not sure. I do hope so. I was hoping to change into a more...patriotic gown..." Currently she was wearing an easy riding dress in a pastel blue shade. She didn't want to wear something too heavy during the carriage ride because she knew it would have only made the ride more tiresome. But she had brought a lovely emerald green gown to wear at breakfast and she was itching to change into it. There was quite a lot of red and gold around, and they hadn't even entered the castle yet. She was not looking forward to seeing the interior. Her father on the other hand, must have been having a different conversation because Rosie didn't quite understand his remark. Nice man?... Oh! The Prince! Rosie did her best to conceal an eye roll. Yes, she was sure he was the perfect gentleman. She gave her father a weak smile. "I'm sure he is as well, Father." She wanted to put his mind at ease. Was she happy with this arrangement? Hell no. But was she resigned to the fact that she had no other choice? Kind of. There was always the optimist in her that hoped, prayed even, for something to happen to were she wouldn't have to marry Prince Thomas. But Rosaline knew that was unlikely, and so she tried...reluctantly...to ease her father and mother's minds. Rosie motioned to Molly again to translate.
"Are we going to be escorted to our rooms?" She asked a guard who looked like he was in charge. He gave her a polite bow
"Yes ma'am...um..." He darted his eyes between Molly and Rosie, unsure of were to look. Rosie chuckled.
"You may look at me, Sir?..."
"Sir Daniels, Your Highness." He bowed his head. "Yes, once inside, the Royal Family will greet you before myself, and a few of my other men will escort you to your rooms to change for breakfast. Which will be held promptly at 8 o'clock." Rosie nodded
"Thank you, Sir Daniels. I'm sure I can speak for my whole family when I say that we are quite ready." The captain nodded and motioned for the whole family to follow him inside. Rosie motioned for Gwynyffer to follow close behind her, and when she was sure no one was looking, she gave her a sly smile and a wink. She couldn't wait to be alone with her. She then turned to see where Hatice had gone off to. She hadn't seen her since they had gotten off the carriage.

King Anthony Thomas Beatriz​

Anthony had made to the foyer, but it seemed his family had not made it there yet. The servant at his side began to sweat. Anthony chuckled to himself.
"Don't worry boy, I'm not going to punish you for my family's tardiness. But would you please find out what is holding them?" The servant boy quickly nodded, bowed, and left to find out where the rest of the Royal Family was. Anthony took a deep breath as he stared the doors in front of him. The Scelans were to walk trough that door any second, and Anthony would be faced with not only the woman whom his son was to marry, but her entire family...and company... He heard that they had brought along a female knight. This not only amused the King, but intrigued him greatly. He never in a million years would employ a woman into his guard, let alone dub her a knight. She either was one brute of a woman, or was very, very cunning. Which reminded him of his wife. The woman was far too cunning for anyone's good. He hoped to God she'd be on her best behavior and not try and stir up anything in the coming months towards the wedding. He just needed everything to go smoothly until they were married and then everything would be just fine. The countries would be united, and there would be no more fighting... Just a few more months...

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