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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 20:06:47 GMT -5
Sorry that's so long, I had a lot of stuff to cram in there. If you don't wanna read all that, just read the last two paragraphs.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 17, 2017 20:10:02 GMT -5
[ noice ]
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 20:14:30 GMT -5
Don't apologize. It was a fun read.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 20:16:08 GMT -5
oooo nice, i'm excited owo
the dj khaled in that post omg
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 20:22:37 GMT -5
Frederick can deal, Ro is gonna be a QUEEN
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 20:42:30 GMT -5
Also, I'll make Alexander 21. I just realized I never put his age in
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 20:45:08 GMT -5
Yep!
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 20:48:19 GMT -5
i may wait and see if luminous replies with yvonne to ana before I make a post of her reacting to the bindings o:
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 20:52:14 GMT -5
Also do you know off the top of your head who has ____ Woodgard?
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 20:53:16 GMT -5
It's Blaze. They have both of the unnamed characters.
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 20:54:31 GMT -5
Ah. Okay
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Post by dandelion on Dec 17, 2017 21:02:49 GMT -5
omg was the rng psychic considering it made me throw Eunice at Nikolai in the first place?? crazy stuff. I’m hype to see all these pairings play out xD
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 21:12:09 GMT -5
I know! I used a random generator thing, and when that popped up, I thought the same thing! I'll put Nikolai up here in a bit
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Post by . on Dec 17, 2017 21:14:40 GMT -5
It must be destiny! XD
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 21:16:57 GMT -5
i ship it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Post by carmine. on Dec 17, 2017 21:41:35 GMT -5
whoa a lot's happened and that's an awesome post. sorry for the delay! it's too early for me to be up i'll get a response up for yvonne as soon as i can
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Post by 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 on Dec 17, 2017 21:43:09 GMT -5
Btw, I just edited my post so someone is reading the Bindings to the crowd in the ballroom.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2017 21:54:29 GMT -5
alright, star c:
take your time, lumi!
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Post by carmine. on Dec 17, 2017 22:01:25 GMT -5
gotcha, star thank you cx
Yvonne Blacktyde "I'm not taking up your time, am I? Surely you want to mingle with actual princesses and the princes."
"Not at all, Lady Ketola," answered the Blacktyde princess who shook her head to the side with a hint of a smile touching her lips. Her dark blue gaze, which resembled those of her brothers', was warm as usual, though it was still twinged with concern from witnessing Ana's condition. The reminder of the Binding ceremony was a sharp one, and one that Yvonne had almost forgotten in the midst of hastily tending to Ana. After all, one will be your husband soon. The words seemed to echo in her head several times, and her eyes involuntarily traveled over to rest on the vast, alluring ball. It was the most beautiful cage she had ever witnessed throughout her twenty years of living. Even so, she was careful not to let her expression change, which would reveal the indescribable emotion that coursed through her veins upon thinking of the announcement that would no doubt reach their ears. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.
Steady, she told herself. If she allowed her own panic to surface, there was no doubt that it would affect Ana, as well.
Glancing back over at the other girl, she realized that there seemed to be different light reflected within her gaze, albeit was gone the moment she thought she had seen it. Had light retained something that bordered bitterness? If so, she couldn't blame Aubriana in the least. The Binding didn't necessarily terrify Yvonne; after all, idealistically, it was something that would raise the chances of permeating peace and tranquility amongst the kingdoms. It was supposed to be something optimal - something that would keep war (an egregious idea indeed) at bay.
Subconsciously, her grasp around Ana tightened, though it was barely noticeable. Gods, if she could spend an eternity familiarizing herself with the beautiful princess at this moment without letting another second pass, she would take it any day over facing the ceremony. She didn't think she needed to spend a very long time to understand that Ana was quite kind, and in the few moments she'd met the young woman, she'd already become fond of her. If they'd been born in a different universe at a different time, perhaps they would've been able to sit somewhere calm and talked together about things that did not involve kingdoms and allegiances, but rather about far more mundane things. Like... like horses. It was normal for two individuals to talk about things they liked, right? She'd spoken about adventures and tools and survival far too much with Alexander that those wild tales they shared together had become the norm for Yvonne.
Saints, Alexander. The lump came back in her throat, but she inhaled a small breath and suppressed the tightness in her chest as much as she could.
When they took a step away from the railing together, she gently squeezed Ana's hand in support. Before she could say anything, however, she was interrupted by Eloise gracing them with her presence. The attendant had a glass of water in her hand, and with a nod of gratitude, Yvonne took the drink and offered it to the Amalthea princess. "Here, this may help," she said, and Eloise, who sensed that her task had been done, dipped her head in both of their direction before taking her leave.
"If you would have me, I'd be honored to accompany you,"
Lightly, with a twinkle in her eyes, she was about to (while still remaining conscious about Lady Ketola's condition) loop her arm through the other girl's, so that they could at least take a short breath outside before the announcements were made. It would be the last time that they would be able to savor their moments of remaining unbound, after all. The voice cut through the air and prevented them from excusing themselves, however, and soon, names in pairs were rolling off the announcer's tongue. Much to her bemusement, her name came first.
Yvonne Blacktyde is Bound to Thaleues Montridge. The world seemed to move a little slower than it had before, and soon enough the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor faded into nothing but white noise. Aubriana's name came soon afterwards, and she, without truly realizing it herself, stood (impossibly) even closer to the girl, as if to provide the little warmth she could when the name of her to-be-husband was delivered for the entire ballroom to hear. Nikolai's name came a little later, and it finished with the news of Alexander.
And that was it.
All of their futures, every single one of them, had been decided in those fleeting, irreversible seconds.
When she found her voice again, her eyes rested on Ana's form. "Aubriana," she spoke gently, breaking the silence, oblivious that a different name had slipped past her lips. "Aubriana, are you all right?"
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Post by dandelion on Dec 17, 2017 22:06:03 GMT -5
👍
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Post by Winona on Dec 18, 2017 11:22:38 GMT -5
((I apologize for not being on, or getting my characters up. >.< I'll try to do that today, but life has been crazy. I had finals, and then I got sick and I couldn't concentrate with a fever. XD But I'll try to do that today. ^.^"))
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 18, 2017 12:45:15 GMT -5
I'll get a reply up later today c';
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Post by Winona on Dec 18, 2017 18:03:40 GMT -5
So my characters are done. =3 I like the matches. XD Lots of drama. I'll try and get some starters/reactions up later today or tomorrow.
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Post by dandelion on Dec 18, 2017 18:05:38 GMT -5
ohh yay~ ^v^
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 18, 2017 20:42:18 GMT -5
A part of Ana knew that she was taking Yvonne away from the splendor that the ball had to offer. Coming here was not a chance the royal families got to have a lot of anymore. If anything it was perhaps the only chance this generation of royals would ever have again. Coming to this ornate palace should not be taken for granted, yet here Ana was, wishing to leave it behind as fast as she had entered it. And here she was taking Yvonne away from all of this grandeur as well. If Yvonne ever regretted not enjoying herself at least somewhat on this night then Ana was going to forever blame herself. But the Blacktyde princess was adamant that Ana was not taking up any of her time; the blonde had to believe her. Princess Yvonne Blacktyde did not seem like the type to lie straight out.
Ana was like that herself. She had never been one to lie. Sure, she had her fair share of telling lies when she had been a young kid that “didn’t know any better” as her parents would say, but she had learned at a young age to be honest. ”People want to know they can trust you, Aubriana. Nobody likes people who lie,” her mother had said years and years ago when Ana had been but a child. She had remembered those words ever since. ‘Nobody likes people who lie’. A simple phrase to live by. Though a part of Ana found herself countering the thought with, I tell nothing but the truth yet I have no friends to call upon, only servants who are made to please me. Though that probably had nothing to do with her being honest or not. It more so had to do with her personality, how she was quiet and shy. She was a mouse among lions, lions who would much rather go after larger prey that would guarantee to feel their stomachs.
Yvonne was one of those lions. She seemed strong and capable of ruling a kingdom whereas Ana could never. The difference between Yvonne and the other lions was that Yvonne was gentle. She had taken the mouse under her protection. There was no way to truly repay Yvonne for her kindness. Ana could offer a thousand or more things. She could offer jewels, she could offer gold, she could offer the finest horses of Amalthea, she could offer words, but there just didn’t seem to be anything that would truly repay the princess’s compassion.
There was something that was pulling Ana to be closer to the Blacktyde princess. She was a sight to behold, certainly beautiful. The prince meant to be her husband was going to be an extremely lucky man, waking up to this gorgeous woman every morning. If things had been different perhaps something like a deep friendship could have sprouted between the two. If they had been born in the same kingdom without any royal ties then perhaps things could have been different. Perhaps fate would have brought them together in a universe that didn’t require much of them. There was so much potential that could happen, yet it would probably never be explored due to their fates. But that was part of being a person of royalty - sometimes you had to give up what you really wanted for the sake of your kingdom.
Ana was snapped out of her ruminations when Eloise returned with what looked to be a glass of water. Ana took it from Yvonne gratefully. ”Thank you,” she breathed, carefully bringing her lips to the glass and taking a moment to refresh herself. The water allowed her throat to loosen up from where it had been tightened in panic. She began to feel better what with the refreshment and Yvonne’s closeness. Already her breathing was starting to regulate and she was beginning to think in a more clear manner. Everything was going to be okay. Everything was going to be alright.
For somebody who wasn’t big on closeness, Ana was more than fine with Yvonne being so close. She enjoyed it actually. The warmth coming from Yvonne only helped Ana feel more comfortable in her skin here, made her feel a bit more ready for what was to come. She was even able to look up and glance a soft smile toward Yvonne as the princess looped her arm through Ana’s own. The closeness to Yvonne was something Ana had needed. It was odd as usually for Ana to come down from a panic she needed to be all by her lonesome. But in this instance it was being with Yvonne that was calming the blonde down. How strange it was.
Before the two could head outside a clear and crisp voice was calling out the Bindings. Even holding onto Yvonne couldn’t stop Ana from swaying on her feet.
”Aubriana Ketola is Bound to Falke Montridge.”
Falke Montridge. The warrior. She was now Bound forever to a warrior.
Ana felt her throat dry up again. A lump formed in her chest and wiggled its way into her throat.
The blonde would have stood there like a deer in the headlights for much longer had Yvonne not spoken up.
Ana startled, blue eyes glancing widely up at Yvonne. ”I’m...fine,” she rasped, which wasn’t entirely false. Things would have been a lot worse had the other princess not been there. Then something else hit Ana as if she had been trampled by a wild stallion. Yvonne Blacktyde was now Bound to Thaleus Montridge. Falke’s older brother. A dry smile followed by a broken chuff came from the blonde. Once again her eyes met Yvonne’s own. ”Looks like we’re going to be sister-in-laws.” What an interesting turn of events that was.
Now that she had observed that, she felt it time to observe the surroundings. She had relied on Yvonne long enough, and while she was still a bit shaken up, she felt more confident in her abilities to stand on her own. The thought of being related to Yvonne by marriage seemed to be giving the princess a second wind. Perhaps fate wanted them to be together now. With that in mind Ana just knew she could handle herself now.
For a moment she turned away from Yvonne, still hooked to her by the arm, but her gaze scanned the ballroom for a moment. She stopped when she spotted the man she was to marry within the coming week, the mighty Falke Montridge. She took in a deep breath and asked, ”Shall we go introduce ourselves to our new fiances?” Because that’s what they - Yvonne and Thaleus and Ana and Falke were now, right? Betrothed fiances basically. It seemed only fitting to speak with them now, to head over to them, unless they came over first.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 18, 2017 21:17:23 GMT -5
.FALKE MONTRIDGE.Falke was bored out of his mind, if he was being honest with himself. The throng of people held little appeal, as he’d never been one to socialize much. Words were not his forte; combat was. There was no other swordsmen at his own castle that was better than he was; he’d bested the weapon-master years ago, and had taken to training the guards of the castle. He was an expert in multiple fighting styles, and could dance across a battlefield with the best of them. Socializing, acting princely, however… not his best. That was his brother’s job; Thaleus was the one who had always been raised to be a proper king, and while Falke had received the same schooling, it was with the undercurrent that he was never going to be king – not unless Thaleus died unexpectedly. He was the second born; a back-up, a reserve if the royal family needed him. He’d grown up recognizing that he’d never be king, and would more than likely be one of Thaleus’ generals. He was fine with that; he didn’t really think he was fit to be king. He had a tendency to jump into the fray at any slight.
He accepted a flute of wine from a servant, taking a sip at the bitter drink. It was fine, he supposed, but he wasn’t much of a drinker either. He much preferred a fine mead to an aged wine or brandy; he’d spent many a night in the soldiers’ barracks, laughing and listening to old war stories over freely flowing mead. Still, he might need the wine to get through the night. He suspected it would be less than riveting, anyway.
The two women made their way down the stairs at last, though Sea-foam Green still looked a little ill. She looked about the room with a flash of panic in her eyes, and Falke noticed that she seemed to tighten her grip on the other woman’s arm. He had to give it to her, though; to even face such a crowd was terrifying. He certainly didn’t look forward to it, and he was used to facing large crowds. His attention was drawn as the person holding the Book of Bindings stepped into the middle of the room and called for silence. The chatter stilled, and they opened the book, flipping to the last page. There was a heartbeat of complete silence, before they began to read. Most of it Falke ignored; his brother was bound to Yvonne Blacktyde. A fine match, he supposed. Instinctively, as he heard his name called, he turned. And then froze.
Aubriana Ketola is Bound to Falke Montridge.
That was impossible. It had to be; he wasn’t here to get married off! Rage unlike any other rushed through Falke, burning hot and turning his blood to flame. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His hand tightened around the wine glass so hard that some part of him was surprised it didn’t shatter in his hand. That would’ve been good; perhaps the pain of glass slashing into his palm would break him out of the fog. Something was wrong. Falke wasn’t meant to be king; he’d been told as such his entire life. He didn’t want to be king. He didn’t want to rule. He didn’t want to be married.
As the wave of anger slowly dissipated, it left sizzling embers in its wake. He’d been lied to, then. His father must’ve known that Falke would be bound, and had failed to warn his youngest son. Anger broiled, boiled in his chest. Breathing was difficult, but he managed to keep his expression schooled. Later, when he was alone, he would handle it. Unbidden, sorrow rose up to wash away the burning fire of rage, leaving behind a drowning pool of despair. His life was no longer his own – what little aspects of his life he controlled, anyway. Duty bound him now; he’d have little choice but to prepare to take over a kingdom when Amalthea’s king died. He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to center himself. He was surprised at the sadness; some part of him had held out hope that he’d be able to choose his own wife, his own path, one day. That would never be the case – not anymore. Footsteps approached, and Falke opened his eyes, turning to meet the gaze of his new fiancé.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 18, 2017 21:17:37 GMT -5
[edited my other post on accident. oh well.]
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Post by . on Dec 19, 2017 0:01:15 GMT -5
Alexander, for once, appeared to be the perfect prince. He was groomed to perfection and dressed in his best clothes. Appearance mattered. Even Alexander, despite his blatant obliviousness at times, knew how important tonight was. Of course, that didn't stop him from making his way to his own little area the second he had the chance. Of course, he exchanged polite greetings with others, but anyone that knew the prince could see that he was practically buzzing with unspent energy.
He was never in a rush to get married. In fact, Alexander wasn't sure he had wanted to get married. He had no desire to run a kingdom or lead anyone, really. He had no interest in politics and found the life of a prince to be somewhat boring. He had always imagined himself off on adventures. Well, he'd been on many, but he wanted to continue with that well into his old age. He simply didn't see a wife fitting into the picture. Of course, even he knew better than to argue. This wasn't a choice for any of them and Alexander doubted everyone else was much happier than him.
Of course, the young man was as lively as ever, a permanent smile glued to his face as he socialized with other guests. Despite his disinterest in politics or one day being king, he was good with people. He'd always been a smooth talker, a charmer. It had begun as a child when he'd talk his way into getting extra dessert at dinner or talk his way out of trouble. After all, what fine was life if you couldn't get your way? Not fun.
Of course, Alexander knew well that their way times one must give in and tonight was one of those times. He'd much rather be out with Yvonne, getting the two of them in trouble that wasn't fit for two royal children. But he did he care? Simply put, no. Nothing about Alexander showed that he cared, except for tonight, of course. He normally wore clothes that were wrinkled and even ripped by the end of the night. His hair rarely stayed where it should be. And his eyes? Well, they were always glowing with mischief.
Speaking of Yvonne, where had his sister gone off to now? Alexander's bright eyes searched the faces in the crown before he gave up with a simple half shrug of one shoulder. She was an adult. She could very well take care of herself and she'd proven that to him on many occasions. He'd stopped babying her as much as he used to and was simply proud of the young woman she'd matured into. They'd spent time together and Alexander liked to believe he had a hand in shaping her. Though he tried to let her be more independent, his mother hen side still showed itself occasionally.
During his time of socializing, Alexander didn't say or see anyone of importance. Well, he saw many people of importance. The other children. Their parents. Definitely important people. But did he talk to them? No. Instead, his mind was working one hundred miles a minute as he exchanged pleasantries and kept that warm Alexander smile hat everyone loved so much glued to his face.
And then, of course, came the time for the Bindings to be announced. With a resigned sigh, Alexander took his spot between a rather small woman in a rather large dress and a man who smelled like the stables. Not a pleasant smell, even if Alexander enjoyed riding.
He didn't pay much attention when it came to the others. His ears perked slightly at the mention on Nikolai, but he knew that the eldest Blacktyde child would be paired off to woman that would match him. After all, he was perfect. He was what every first born son should be. Alexander was likely an afterthought, thrown together with whichever woman was left over at the end. Of course, he didn't mind that. He didn't mind all the extra attention his brother had gotten as he was shaped into a king. Alexander had actually enjoyed the times he could sneak off and adventure. He grew further and further from his home and would even leave for days at a time. Of course, he'd gotten in trouble for that. He could have been stolen, or killed, but he hadn't. And that just caused his thirst for adventure to grow exponentially.
When Yvonne was called, Alexander felt... something. It was definitely much stronger than what he had felt when Nikolai was called off. He wasn't sure quite what it was, but he didn't want to lose his sister to Thaleus Montridge. Well, apparently they couldn't be children forever. He had known that his sister would eventually leave him to get married. It would be what was expected of her, but that didn't mean he has happy about it.
And then came his name.
Lavinia Rosenrow? What did Alexander know about her? Not as much as he should, to be honest. He basically only knew that she was the middle child in her family, just like he was. Or was she the youngest? No, definitely the middle.
Alexander searched for her before spotting the young woman in the crowd. He needed to talk to Yvonne, but he supposed that meeting Lavinia should come first. He pushed his way through the people until he finally reached her side, looking her up and down with his brown eye, for the first time in forever, blank and void of emotion. He didn't know how to feel about this.
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Post by . on Dec 19, 2017 0:31:55 GMT -5
She was to look her best tonight and Amelia Rosenrow knew it. She wasn't sure why she was required to be Bound when she was perfectly capable of running a kingdom on her own. That's what she'd been doing lately anyway, wasn't it? She shook her head for a moment as he finishing touches were put on her hair. Amelia looked down at her flawless dress, at her flawless hair. She was the picture of beauty tonight, and she decided that she might as well enjoy it while she can. Before the night was over, she'd be Bound to a man that she had no feelings for. She'd be forever glued to the side of a man that she hadn't had a hand in choosing.
It wasn't that Amelia was against having a husband. No, that part might actually be nice. After all, she'd built a lonely life for herself. She cared about her sisters and wanted to protect them, but she didn't know how the younger girls viewed her. She loved her father, but he was only a figurehead at this point. She practically ran the kingdom herself. While Amelia was perfectly capable to be independent and on her own, she wasn't against having a husband. What she was against was having a husband chosen for her. But that was what she must deal with, was it not? It came with the territory and there was nothing Amelia could do except hope that her father managed to find her a good husband.
Of course, she would suck it up and be the pleasant woman she had trained to be. While Amelia really wasn't a bad person, she feared letting others in. Feared what? Rejection? Anger? Criticism? She wasn't sure. It might be none of those things or it might be all the of them. Simply put, she was still trying to figure stuff out. She was young and put it a position of stress. Not only did she have to be there for her sisters, but she was practically running he kingdom alone. Her father didn't do as much as he should.
So when Amelia entered the building, she forced a smile on her face. She'd become used to this and the smile seemed easy and one might even say it appeared natural. That was good for Amelia, she knew. She didn't want to look uncomfortable. People were judgmental and she expected them to be even more judgmental around the young adults that would soon inherit the kingdoms of the area. Amelia couldn't spare even a moment of weakness. A moment of uncomfortableness. She had to look 100% at ease, as if she was so enamored with the idea of being Bound and learning tonight who the lucky man would be. Could he be considered lucky? Amelia wasn't sure yet. She was beautiful, yes. She was smart, caring, protective, strong, and independent. She had her good qualities, but the bad came along with it. She was too independent at times. She was also stubborn and wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted. Some might even call her manipulative, though Amelia preferred to think of herself as persuasive.
She didn't do much in the way of socializing before the announcement was made. Instead, she watched. She sat on the sidelines with a drink in her hand, green eyes narrowed as she tried to learn the ins and outs of everyone she could see. That was how Amelia worked. She didn't run headfirst into anything. She preferred to wait and watch. To learn how people worked. Learn strengths and weaknesses. She needed to know where to attack someone and how to lift them up. And so she was fairly confident she hadn't said a word all night, not even to her family, and instead she watched.
She watched and waited so much, that she barely heard the beginning of the Bindings. Well, that didn't matter. What did matter was that she heard three names. Sidero. Lavinia. And, of course, Amelia. She heard Sidero's name. Matched with... Zac Derrisun? She wasn't sure how to feel about that pairing and knew it was definitely not one she would've picked. She could only hope for the best for her youngest sister. When her name was called, it seemed like an eternity before her partner's name was read off. Amelia could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she held her breath for a moment before hearing Jericho Woodgard's name called. A man without royal blood flowing through his veins? At first, Amelia tried not to let her disappointment show. It wasn't that she looked down upon Jericho because of his blood. In fact, only seconds later, her mood began to change. He was an outsider without royal blood running through his veins. Maybe their relationship wouldn't be a power struggle and Amelia could get what she wanted.
She smiled to herself and listened politely to the rest of he pairs, just barely catching Lavinia and Alexander Blacktyde. She'd heard about the youngest Blacktyde boy. Not exactly kingly material, but that didn't mean he would be bad for her sister. She caught a glimpse of him in the crowd, his eyes locked onto her sister as he made his way towards the young woman.
Amelia just shook her head before she spotted Jericho in the crowd. She approached him confidently, chin held high. When she reached the young man, she analyzed him. She looked him up and down, but stayed silent and waited for him to speak the first words.
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