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Post by . on Dec 12, 2017 14:31:39 GMT -5
I finished Alexander and Amelia will hopefully be done by tomorrow because I don't work?
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 12, 2017 14:39:54 GMT -5
finished my character \^v^/ also i'm kind of in love with aubriana omg?omg really??? ahhh she's dumb ;w;
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Post by Winona on Dec 12, 2017 20:47:45 GMT -5
((So I haven't finished reading everything on the front page, but I did read through the rules and I'd like to claim a spot before others can claim it out from underneath me. XD))
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 0:08:51 GMT -5
Have concussion and black eye. Will respond to all when light doesn't hurt <3
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Post by . on Dec 13, 2017 0:14:18 GMT -5
Have concussion and black eye. Will respond to all when light doesn't hurt <3 dont worry! Just focus on getting better. Concussions really suck
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 13, 2017 0:32:36 GMT -5
Get some rest and don't worry! Just try and get better c:
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 20:38:34 GMT -5
Blaze;; the spots open are the Orphan and the Casanova. Both are male (I hope that's fine c: )
I'll have a starter up either tonight or tomorrow.
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Post by Winona on Dec 13, 2017 20:55:50 GMT -5
((That's perfectly fine. =3 Can I just claim both, or am I only allowed one?))
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 20:58:02 GMT -5
You are absolutely allowed to claim both! And that fills up all our spots. c: I'll work on the starter.
Now, the fun part! We get to come up with the Bindings!
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Post by . on Dec 13, 2017 21:04:02 GMT -5
Are you feeling better now? I had planned on getting Amelia done today but I'm working on an essay so she'll be done either tonight or tomorrow
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Post by dandelion on Dec 13, 2017 21:16:36 GMT -5
heyo all! hope you're feeling better starlight. hype~ cx
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 21:25:25 GMT -5
Feeling a bit better. Probably won't practice until Friday, but I'm not as sensitive to light or sound as last night. And I haven't even started my forms yet lol
Also, if you guys have any ideas for plots, don't be afraid to spit them out. Maybe something could happen on the tour? Maybe there's some kind of crime? Maybe they discover something?
Starter will probs be up tonight.
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Post by . on Dec 13, 2017 21:33:31 GMT -5
Feeling a bit better. Probably won't practice until Friday, but I'm not as sensitive to light or sound as last night. And I haven't even started my forms yet lol
Also, if you guys have any ideas for plots, don't be afraid to spit them out. Maybe something could happen on the tour? Maybe there's some kind of crime? Maybe they discover something?
Starter will probs be up tonight. well take your time. Is this your first concussion? I only had one but it took like two months to heal and t was horrible And I don't have any plot ideas quite yet but I like the crime idea. Maybe a few of our characters are framed for it?
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Post by dandelion on Dec 13, 2017 21:50:42 GMT -5
hmmm my brain is dead after the schoolwork and studying this week lol but i'll try to roll around some ideas~ ;v;
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 22:31:32 GMT -5
the binding ball
This was her first ball. Lavinia had never been healthy or old enough to attend any when her mother was alive to host them. In fact, since the death of the Queen, the kingdom of Dialla had never experienced any balls that were as grand as the late queen's lavish parities. Then Ro came and Amelia was too busy leading the kingdom and taking care of them to really think about any parties.
Lavinia stood in the doorway, her minty green eyes wide in anticipation. Her dusty brown hair had been twisted into curls and some of it was pulled back while the rest fell in waves down her back. The Levios Palace was perhaps even more beautiful than her own home. The ballroom had floors of pale marble, while the walls were a soft, muted blue. Gold accents filled the room, and above, a ceiling of mirrors reflected the shimmering light from the gilded chandelier above. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was just like something out of one of her books that she read constantly. And her dress was a dream. Lavinia was wrapped in beautiful navy blue silk. The bodice was covered in golden beads and diamonds, while the skirt dragged against the floor with a light flow. A chain of diamonds wrapped around her neck, and the radiantly sparkled in the candlelight.
But no amount of diamonds or blue silk could hide her pale skin or her thin figure. Everyone knew about the Rosenrow girls: one a leader, one a sufferer, one a killer.
"Hello, my dear."
Lavinia turned to see her father standing behind her. His dark green eyes sparkled, and his white beard was trimmed neatly. He looked kingly and proper in his royal blue suit, a vine of flaming roses stitched onto his collar. Her heart skipped a beat. It had been years since he looked this, well, nice. "Hello, father," she said, dropping into a curtsy.
As she looped her arm through his, she glanced about to find the other heirs. One of them she would be Bound to. One of them she would marry.
"An exciting time, is it not?" King Frederick said, cocking a brow.
Breathlessly, she replied, "Indeed." She glanced to the polished floor before adding, "You will make a good match for me, won't you father?"
With a faint smile, he nodded, "Of course."
This was the most she had spoken to her father in ages. Most of the time he spent his days hidden away in his office, and she was often too tired and weak to leave her own room. Heartache flooded her, and there was a small voice in the back of her head just begging her to ask him to just talk some more.
But she never got the chance. "Lavinia, there is someone I would like you to meet."
Nikolai was the very definition of perfection. He wore a black suit, rolling waves detailing his cuffs. Bright blue eyes shining, he took in the ballroom. It was very nice. Perhaps even nicer than his own. Before he could think any more on the niceness of the ballroom, he felt the sturdy grip of his mother turning him around. Behind him, stood King Frederick and one of his daughters.
"Queen Lillia, Prince Nikolai," began the old man as he bowed. "Allow me to present my second daughter, Lavinia." The prince bowed while the young girl gave a small curtsy.
So this is the sufferer, he thought, taking in her frail frame. The princess really wasn't that bad looking, and he was slightly disappointed. He'd heard tales of her being blind, having no hair, and being covered with warts and boils. But he'd heard much about the Rosenrow sisters. "Pleasure to meet you." Did he mean it? Not really. But a little politeness could go a long way in politics.
"Your majesty, I believe that it is almost time." Queen Lillia raised her chin, her golden hair pinned away from her face. Her simple and elegant turquoise gown flowed behind her with each step she took.
"I believe it is," replied the king. "Shall we find the others?"
Nikolai felt something in his stomach drop. He was not ready to be Bound. And that's what they were about to go do. He watched calmly as they walked away, off the find the other sovereigns within the room. He would not reveal the panic he felt. He could not. It was his duty to do this, and so he would.
He turned to speak to the princess, but was shocked as she said, "Well, your highness, I am honored to make your acquaintance, but I'm afraid I must go." With a raised brow, he watched her go. Honestly, he expected that he was going to have to ditch her. Oh well. He watched her disappear into the crowd, and he snatched a glass of champagne from a nearby tray. Nikolai knew that now he had less than an hour until he was tied down forever. And it wasn't only him. His brother, his sister, the Rosenrow sisters, they all had less than an hour. How would they spend it?
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 22:32:21 GMT -5
That is realllllllll long. Feel free to use any of the kings/queens you want c:
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 13, 2017 22:32:28 GMT -5
I'll try to throw out ideas and whatnot when I can c:
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 13, 2017 22:33:47 GMT -5
Good luck to everybody on their finals too! I know that stuff can be really tough and stressful, but you're almost done! I believe in y'all!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 13, 2017 22:40:26 GMT -5
When I get my computer on, I'll start on a reply c:
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Post by dandelion on Dec 13, 2017 22:43:52 GMT -5
i'll try to get a post in tomorrow!! heading to bed real quick c'x
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Post by . on Dec 13, 2017 22:44:45 GMT -5
I'll probably end up having to reply tomorrow
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 13, 2017 23:22:50 GMT -5
No, no, no, no, no, no. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this.
Her hands were shaking.
You have to do this. You were destined to do this. This is what you were meant to do.
Her chest was caving in.
You have one hour. Then you're bound to a man for the rest of your life.
It was getting harder to breathe.
Maybe he'll be nice to you. Maybe you'll make everybody proud.
Her heart was trying to rip out of her chest.
There was no more time to panic as the sprawling woods came to an abrupt clearing. Standing tall and proud in the clearing was the ornate palace of Levios. Huge gardens spread through the open lands before hitting the thick woodland. Beautiful and elegant fountains sprayed water into the air. The entire look of the palace on the outside was gorgeous, and it was bound to be just as beautiful on the inside. The only difference between the outside and the inside was her freedom. Outside she was free. Once she stepped foot into the inside she was chained up. She would become a bird in a cage.
"Here we are," came a rough voice that sounded to be made of pure steel. She knew the voice all too well. It belonged to that of King Tyrios, the ruthless man who reigned over Amalthea. He had murdered his brother to take the throne and to keep his reign as free from input as possible he had stayed away from marriage. Without a queen to rule at his side he had no heirs to take over the throne once he did die. This predicament had led to him choosing a young woman of noble blood to take the spot of mock princess. And that lady had been none other than the young Aubriana Ketola. She was nothing close to being an actual princess, and she knew that. Why King Tyrios had chosen her, she had no idea. It still bewildered her to this day. Even now as she was pushing pushed into a binding with some random king's son she had no idea why her destiny had brought her here. This was something she had never wanted in her life. Being of noble blood had always been enough for Ana. It had been too much, really, and now here she was, a fake princess. Now if anything was too much for the blonde it was certainly this. I am no princess. The poor man who has to marry me will beg for another chance. No man would want me. It was all she could do to push those thoughts away that were creating even more panic for her.
Ana took in a deep breath of air. She needed to calm down. Walking into the palace in a panic would only create a scene.
The silence must have gotten to the king for he spoke up once more. "Many would kill to be in your spot, Aubriana." Of course he had to use the word 'kill'. It sent a shiver down Ana's spine. Then you should have picked somebody more worthy, she thought as the king continued, "Why don't you take the lead? This is your day, after all."
He was pushing her. Ana just knew it. He could sense her fear.
The blonde took another deep breath in hopes of steeling her nerves.
This was it. In just a few seconds she was going to be locked into her cage forever. No more freedom. From now on she was going to be forced to serve a random husband and bear children. It was everything she didn't want.
Finally, Ana found her voice. It was trembling, but she did what she could to make her words stronger, to make them sound firm. "Yes, sir," she replied to the king as she stepped in front of him. This was her day. Her day of doom. And she was walking right toward it.
Despite knowing what was going to happen once she stepped foot inside the palace, Ana had to admit that it was beautiful. If she didn't hate the palace for what it meant she would have absolutely adored it. She would have reveled in its elegance, in its serenity, but she could do nothing but see it as a steel trap ready to suck the life out of her. To so many this palace was perhaps the start of a new beginning, but to Ana this palace was the beginning of the end.
Ana felt herself trembling as she walked up to the palace's door. This was it. She was about to enter the trap. There was no turning back now. This is it.
She opened the door and stepped inside with King Tyrios right behind her.
If she thought she was panicking earlier she had been deceived. Now she was panicking.
Realization hit her like a brick. Ana could spot only a few people right now, but she knew already that it was too many. Her chest was constricting, causing her to practically gasp for breath. She needed something to hold on to, needing something to steady her. She couldn't rely on the king for he would only stare her down and silently tell her to get everything together. 'People would kill to be in your spot.' Those words rang in the back of her mind like a bell. If people would kill to be in this spot then why hadn't they killed her yet? Dying would be a lot easier than marrying a random prince.
In no shape to socialize, Ana scurried off to the nearest set of stairs she could find. Her rush to the stairs wasn't elegant by any means and luckily nobody had saw. She was sure a few had caught the eye of King Tyrios, and he was bound to go join with the other royal families, but Ana wanted nothing to do with that. Maybe if she just stayed in a corner and panicked there all day then she would be forgotten and sent home just as free as when she had arrived. Wouldn't that be nice? Oh, it would be splendid if that happened.
Finally she had made it to the stairs. Once there she stood there, grabbing on to one of the elegant handrails. It felt like velvet underneath her hand. That, in some way, was comforting. It was something soft against the roughness of everything else that seemed to be going on. Even still she continued to find herself in a panic. It was still hard to breathe, and she was sure she looked even paler than she naturally was. She was probably even sweaty now, but if she was she couldn't notice thanks to her mind only caring about telling her things to urge on her panic. But for just one moment she found a reprise in her thoughts and all she could think to herself was one thing - I'm doing this for my kingdom, and I need to make them proud.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 14, 2017 2:50:55 GMT -5
I thought of a few potential plot points we could maybe do c:
- an assassination attempt on a king and/or queen or multiple monarchs - another type of crime going with what was suggested earlier; perhaps some of the princesses/princes could be framed - in exploring the land it is revealed that there was once a sixth kingdom - in exploring the land old letters are found revealing that a queen was unfaithful and her child/children were not fathered by the king - a revelation of one of the royal bloodlines actually not being of royal blood Just some basic ideas we could possibly expand on and whatnot if any catch y'all's eye uwu
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Post by carmine. on Dec 14, 2017 13:08:12 GMT -5
Yvonne Blacktyde She watched - with her brow slightly quirked - as a flock of attendants righteously trailed after a thin woman gowned in violet. Her chin remained up, as if she was balancing something transparent on her nose, when she flamboyantly sashayed across the polished floor. Her white heels boldly clicked in rhythm to the yellow cocktail music that drifted across the vast palace, and Yvonne noticed that there was an unparalleled keenness in the way the woman carried herself.
It was enough to cast the mirage of a queen who orchestrated all five kingdoms with a flick of her slender fingers; had she still been a little girl, often awe-struck with the gullibility of a newborn fawn, she may have even believed that this was none other than the woman who stood at the very top of every existing royalty. Silver beads were entwined in her thick, golden curls, which sat like a makeshift nest on top of her head, and glittering jewels were draped around her porcelain wrists. Their sharp gleam hurt Yvonne's eyes.
Her gaze drifted over to rest upon a tall man whose face was a map of wrinkles, though his expression remained quite amiable. She noticed that he was standing to the side, eluding concentrated perimeters of mass attention. Even so, it seemed that he was quite content to socialize with any guest who approached him with a drink in their hand. A grizzly beard decorated his chin, and the shadow of a smile touched his parched lips when his stormy gray eyes met those of hers. The kind twinkle in his eyes reminded her of an old wizard conjured within a thick book that told the fantastical tales of knights and castles and dragons.
She missed delving into their adventures and their worlds. Perhaps, in a sense, it was because they reminded her of her own brother with the mischiefs and tricks he seemed to pull from his sleeves. With a curtsey, she silently greeted the man with the smallest hint of a smile before another human current swarmed past her vision.
Unfortunately, she’d learned that it was not creatures and gods of a spiritual world who retained the ability to callously destroy and bring havoc at will, but rather, the voice of the people. It was the synchronized marionettes and their puppeteers who constantly shifted the current of politics, not massive, three-headed beasts who spat fire (although, she sincerely wished that were true). What she would give to return to those days of idly letting her head wander back to their ideal universes when the block of narrow texts in front of her eyes became lopsided.
Colors swarmed past her vision as she travelled, though her attention was soon ensnared by the sight of a hunched figure tightly gripping one of the many handrails of the palace, as if it were the last core tethering her to the ground. She was unnaturally pale at the moment, and she thought she saw sweat glossing her skin. The moment the sight entered her vision, Yvonne’s visage clouded with unadulterated worry, though it had admittedly taken her a few seconds to register what was happening. Is she all right? Is something wrong?
She was usually to uphold impeccable grace with ‘every step she took,’ and while she disliked the idea of having to possesses superlative quality when it came to elegance, in this particular situation, the formulated rhythm in her head did keep her calm when she headed towards the girl. Take one step forward, then another, breathe in now at this time, keep an image of grace and elegance, like that of a swan - remember what Renee told you. Keep an image of - oh, who am I kidding.
Hastily approaching the blonde - though when she moved, her feet remained silent against the floor like leaves riding a tide - Yvonne slowed her momentum upon nearing her and crouched down (she was certain she would be executed on the spot were her mother to see her now) in an attempt to keep herself from raising any alarms. “Miss,” she spoke gently with her benevolent dark blue eyes searching Aubriana’s face. A few stray strands of hair delicately fell over her gaze, though she hadn't realized the fact - or seemed to mind. “Are you all right?”
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Post by carmine. on Dec 14, 2017 13:13:21 GMT -5
all those ideas sound really, really interesting to expand on. i really like the second idea and the last idea in particular - it sounds like they can bring a lot of chaos story to the overall plot. is there a possibility of being able to combine all those wonderful ideas together also it's three am and i typed that response out as soon as i could so i'm sorry if my reply is wonky
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Post by Winona on Dec 14, 2017 14:06:54 GMT -5
((Thanks! ^.^ I have an exam later today, and my head is killing me, but I'll try to make up forms later today. ^.^))
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Post by dandelion on Dec 14, 2017 14:37:06 GMT -5
agree lol. All those ideas sound amazing *_*
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Post by Lea on Dec 14, 2017 14:57:07 GMT -5
Sidero Rosenrow ; Levios Palace, The Binding a sort of response to the starters of Yvonne Blacktyde and Aubriana Ketola
She had only ever heard stories of Levios and balls, she had only ever imagined beautiful gowns upon every woman in the room, of men dressed in heir best family garb, with their shiny metals and important ranks and ropes. This scene before her, however, was unlike any story she had ever heard. The beauty of Levios was unimaginable, it was so beautiful she had to rub at her eyes to be sure she was seeing clearly. Was this what heaven looked like?
Sidero patted at her hair, hoping that any stray hairs had been kept in their place by the amount of hairspray that had been put into it. She wanted to look her best of this day, she wanted to make her Kingdom proud, she wanted to prove that she was more than a mother-killer. Of course, she had a lot of rumors to prove wrong before she could be pride-worthy. How does one disprove the rumor of being a witch? Well, Sidero, I think to prove that one must die and we cannot afford to die on such an occasion, wouldn't want to ruin yet another good thing, would we?
Now she stood in the doorway, moments after her sister and her father had passed through. She seemingly clung to the doorway, not yet ready to step foot fully in the ball room. It was fear that held her still. She was so scared on how she would be taken by the other kingdoms that momentarily she forgot about the fact that she was soon to be bound forever to some Prince who would most definitely never truly want her. She looked the part of a princess, her dress was of her family's royal crest, royal blue wrapped her body, falling down into a round skirt that took up too much space, but after practice anyone could master the walk within it. Her corset was tight, and the designs along her chest were swirls of gold, a design with the resemblance of a rose.
Her dark hair, brown like her sisters hair but so much darker, much in the likeness of her late mother, was pulled into her favorite style, a braided, crown-like hair do, tendrils of hair framing her face, and blue, gold, and red-colored tiny little flowers entwined into her hair, almost to resemble a crown, but also to embody her youthfulness. Must be a selling point, she originally mused, a young, innocent, fresh princess I resemble, what a way to hide the monster that people believe me to be, but after a stern scolding from her head mistresses, she dropped the opinion - well, she didn't speak of it again. Of course, her lack of jewelry proved her to be a bit less than the others, or at least that's what she presumed.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the ballroom, moving to keep with the wall, trying her best to stray far from the others around her. They were all so beautiful, completely befitting to be princesses and princes. They looked as beautiful as Sidero wished she felt. Eventually, as she made her way along the wall, she was met with a grand staircase, where at she noticed a beautiful blonde woman.
Sidero hesitated moving closer, trying to decipher which kingdom this princess was from. Come on, you memorized them all, who is the blonde? She didn't resemble any of the portraits Sidero had studied and then it hit her, this girl wasn't a royal at all! Rather, it was Lady Ketola - the chosen one of the murderous King Tyrios. Sidero wondered what it was like to live in a Kingdom with such a villain. And the other girl, seeming to be now attending to the Lady Ketola - who seemed to be having some sort of attack - was someone Sidero knew immediately, the portrait of the young woman one of the most recent ones she had viewed - Yvonne Blacktyde. She wondered if the rumors were true of Queen Lillia - had she actually poisoned her late husband? And what of her children, were they as backstabbing as their mother?
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 14, 2017 20:13:58 GMT -5
'Miss. Are you all right?'
The question almost passed right by her. Luckily she had caught it in the back of her mind.
That was such a small question that could have a world of answers.
The blonde was still finding it increasingly hard to breathe. She continued to grip the handrail, her knuckles turning white with the force she was pressing upon it. Her other hand was shaking with her chest heaving as she took in shallow breaths. Out of all the times to have an attack... Ana should have expected it, though. She could barely handle walking into the palace of Amalthea without feeling closed in and trapped. It was worse here, though. Surrounded by all these people she only knew by name, maybe face, and nothing more. She had heard of these princes and princess, but she had never imagined coming face to face with them all in one place. She had never imagined joining them as something of an equal. This was all just too much. Way too much.
This girl was trying to help. Ana had hoped to be left alone, but she wasn't going to push away the hand that was offering help. Before she even realized it Ana had leaned against the helping female while her one hand was still gripped upon the handrail of the stairs. At any other time Ana would have been terribly embarrassed at herself for invading the personal space of another, but she had no recollection of even pressing up against the princess.
Icy blue eyes timidly came up to meet the princess's own gaze. She was still trying to catch her breath as she managed to stutter out a response. "S-sorry...I...I..." 'I' what? Can't you say anything better than that? Ana scolded herself internally. She hated herself for being so weak, for being so incompetent. Why couldn't she get out just a single sentence? Speaking shouldn't be that hard, especially if she was going to be the wife of a possible king one day. After all, she had been chosen to represent Amalthea.
Another attempt at speaking up left Ana a babbling fool yet again. She at least got more words out this time around. "There's just...so much going on," she rasped. "Please, don't worry about me. I'm sure...I'm sure others will want to have your attention." Ana was sure about that. It was perhaps one of the few things she was absolutely sure of right now. A beautiful princess like Yvonne was bound to have many a person trailing after her for her attention.
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