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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 26, 2016 21:54:04 GMT -5
[ so here we go owo and I changed my mind lol I'm not using Astlaug so I need to find a new charrie ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 26, 2016 22:15:44 GMT -5
[[ okay sweet whatever you want
would you be able to start? also I'm heading to sleep very soon so I likely won't reply again til morning.
I also need to figure out a character... hmmm.. ]]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 26, 2016 22:28:11 GMT -5
[ I'll prolly start tomorrow ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Aug 27, 2016 20:23:58 GMT -5
[[ kk take your time ]]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 21:14:08 GMT -5
[ blegh I was sleeping but I woke up going to start a starter now ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 21:55:15 GMT -5
![](http://i.imgur.com/91ZfxuE.jpg) Grand Princess Solvej Isleif Age: 21 Height: 5'9" Parents: High King Reginn and High Queen Ormlaug Isleif Siblings: Grand Prince Vilji(24 m), Prince Berghreinn (18 m), Princess Ina(14 f), Princess Alvilda(8 f)
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 21:58:26 GMT -5
The roar of applause and cheering was enormous as the Grand Princess Solvej Isleif entered the almost too large banquet and ballroom. Her older brother, the future king, had told her that their father had planned an enormous party for her twenty-first birthday, but she didn't think that it would be nearly this crowded. Taking in a deep breath, she put on a large smile that her mother had taught her to wear from a young age and quickly yet gracefully walked down the marble steps that led down to the main floor of the room, her sword Red Dance slapping lightly against her thigh under the skirt of her black dress. The second that her foot stepped upon the dance floor, suitors from all over the kingdom, and even from their bordering kingdoms, came up to her and gave her well wishes and courteous greetings, but she mainly ignored them all with a serene coolness. Throughout all of this, she just wished that it had been a small gathering of the highest noblemen and women, not every lord, lady, duke, duchess, and so on from the country.
Upon reaching her father's feasting dais, she curtly nodded and walked up the small steps.. Picking up her dress and red coat slightly, she looked up at her father and mother with a hard-set stare before sitting down next to the king. That was an amazement and extreme honor, to not bow to them, even for the Grand Princess herself. "Father," she hissed under her breath as she took a sip from her cold glass of red wine.
"Happy birthday, Solvej," her mother said in her overly sweet and melodic voice. Smiling at her mother, Solvej graciously dipped her head and then turned her attention back to her father while her siblings and her eldest brother's wife watched on at the unfolding drama and tension.
"Did you really have to invite this many people? Was it an absolute necessity? You couldn't just have invited the high lords and their wives?" Shaking her head before she responded, she focused on the noise of the chains of her crown rattling before fixing her oddly colored gaze upon the crowd of people who were dancing. She knew that soon enough the king would make her go out there and dance with her suitors that she had denied for over five years now, but she would wait until he forced her to do so.
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