Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 20:47:31 GMT -5
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In the heart of the sprawling kingdom of Valeria, where turrets kissed the sky and banners danced in the wind, lay the opulent realm of Evercrest. This land, renowned for its shimmering lakes and emerald forests, boasted a lineage steeped in tradition and prosperity.
At the heart of Evercrest Castle, where tapestries whispered tales of valor and chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow, lived Prince Graham Atwood. He was the sole heir to the throne, a young man whose presence commanded attention not just for his birthright, but for his striking appearance. With hair spun from strands of silver, cascading in waves that caught the light, and eyes the color of fresh meadow grass, Graham stood tall and proud within the corridors of his ancestors.
Despite his privileged upbringing and extremely sheltered life to where no one besides the king and queen knew what their son looked like, Graham was not one to rest on his laurels. Tall and broad-shouldered, he possessed the lean strength of a warrior, a trait he often put to use in the castle's training grounds. His fascination with tales of chivalry and bravery led him to don armor, wield swords, and immerse himself in the lore of knights. In secret, he practiced the art of combat, guided by the aged knight Sir Oswald, who saw in Graham the spark of a noble soul yearning to prove itself, under the guise of Ellis Lennox.
To those outside the castle walls, Graham's guise as a knight remained a well-kept secret. While he attended courtly affairs and observed the formalities expected of a prince, his heart soared in the moments spent galloping across the countryside or testing his skills against imaginary foes. In these solitary adventures, Graham found a freedom that transcended the duties of royalty, where he could forge his own path and live out the ideals that stirred his soul. Within the kingdom of Evercrest, Prince Graham Atwood remained an enigma—a prince with the heart of a knight, whose destiny intertwined with the legacy of his kingdom and the tales yet to be written.
Notes. none | Words. 349 | Tag. whitetail
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 21:24:38 GMT -5
(That's the best starter I have ever seen. 0.0) catsuroAn maid around the princes age wondered through the hallway with an rag carefully dusting off the rich and uncommon vases and treasures. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun. Her emerald green eyes shore like gemstones as she carefully cleaned up everything that needed dusting. Her maid outfit quickly got covered in gray and white dust as she worked. |
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 22:03:26 GMT -5
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After a grueling training session with Sir Oswald, Graham, disguised as the knight-in-training Ellis, made his way back to the palace through a lesser-used corridor. The corridors of the palace were quiet, the air heavy with the scent of polished wood and beeswax. Graham pulled the dark grey cloak tighter around himself, trying to keep himself hidden. The cloak, a signature of the knights in training, obscured half of his face and tousled silver hair, lending him an air of mystery as he strode purposefully through the quiet castle hallway.
As he turned a corner sharply, he collided with Becca, one of the palace maids who currently seemed to be cleaning his mother's endless treasures settled on pedestals along the hallway. Instinctively, Graham reached out, his gloved hand grasping Becca's shoulder to steady her. Graham paused briefly, his gaze meeting Becca's, his gloved hand still resting lightly on her shoulder as he steadied himself. However, the urgency of his duties quickly pulled Graham back to reality.
His mind raced with the realization that he was already late for his next lesson, this time with one of his many tutors who demanded punctuality and dedication. ❝I'm sorry.❞ Graham murmured softly, his voice tinged with apology as he glanced once more at Becca. Graham then released her shoulder gently, withdrawing his hand, he quickly continued on his way through the hall, the cloak billowing slightly behind him.
Notes. Awww, thanks ! | Words. 235 | Tag. whitetail
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 22:15:33 GMT -5
catsuro(sorry I'm not as detailed lol) Becca was about to answer him blushing a little but instead watched him walk away quickly. She slowly touched her chest a bit trying to calm her racing heart. She wasn't sure if it was from the collision or how handsome he seemed?
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 22:33:35 GMT -5
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After dismissing his guise as Sir Ellis with a practiced ease, Prince Graham swiftly transformed into his princely attire. The cumbersome armor and simple cloak were replaced by regal garments befitting his station: a finely embroidered doublet of azure velvet, adorned with silver thread that caught the light in delicate patterns, and trousers of matching hue tucked into polished leather boots. A cloak of deepest crimson billowed behind him, fastened at his shoulders with a gleaming silver brooch bearing the royal crest.
With every garment donned and each piece adjusted meticulously, Graham felt the weight of responsibility settle upon his shoulders once more. He adjusted his posture, standing taller, shoulders back, embodying the dignity expected of a prince.
Exiting his chambers with measured steps, Graham proceeded to the private study where his tutors awaited. These were no ordinary instructors; they had been handpicked by his father, the king, and were bound by a vow of secrecy regarding Graham's true identity. They were chosen not only for their expertise but also for their loyalty, each one heavily compensated to ensure their discretion. Here, behind closed doors, he was the heir to the throne, Prince Graham.
As he entered the study, the tutors rose respectfully. Their faces, familiar yet guarded, greeted him with deference. They knew their role well — to educate him in matters of statecraft, history, languages, and all the skills a future king must possess. Graham took his seat at the head of the table, his presence commanding attention despite his youthful appearance.
The lessons began in earnest, the tutors speaking in measured tones, delving into the complexities of diplomacy and the nuances of governance. Graham absorbed their teachings with a keen intellect, his mind sharp and analytical. Despite his privileged upbringing, he understood the weight of his future role and approached his studies with a seriousness that belied his years.
Throughout the session, there were fleeting moments where Graham caught himself longing for the freedom of anonymity he enjoyed as Sir Ellis. The simplicity of life as a knight, free from the constraints of courtly expectations and royal duties, held a certain allure. But he knew that such thoughts were fleeting indulgences. His duty lay clear before him — to prepare himself to one day rule the kingdom with wisdom and compassion.
As the lessons drew to a close, Graham thanked his tutors with a polite nod, each acknowledging him with a bow before he departed. Striding back through the corridors of the castle, his cloak swirling behind him, Graham's thoughts turned once more to the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that in order to fulfill his destiny, he must embrace not only the privileges but also the responsibilities that came with his birthright.
With each step, Prince Graham resolved to continue his studies diligently, to hone his skills, and to prepare himself for the day when he would no longer be Sir Ellis, but King Graham the First.
Notes. It's fine lol. This is just a filler. | Words. 490 | Tag. whitetail
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 22:37:45 GMT -5
Becca was finishing washing the floor getting spots other maids missed. She sang a little tune to herself thinking no one would hear her. She was secertly an amazing singer but had terrible stage fright. "As the red bird flies. So does the sunrise~"
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 22:50:21 GMT -5
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As Graham walked down the hallway, he heard a faint, melodious voice echoing from around the corner. Curiosity piqued, he approached quietly, trying to pinpoint the source of the singing. Peeking around the corner, Graham saw Becca kneeling on the floor, meticulously scrubbing away at some stubborn spots. Her voice carried a gentle, haunting quality, filling the hallway with warmth and unexpected beauty. She seemed completely absorbed in her task, unaware that anyone was listening.
Just then, the head maid Arielle appeared from around another corner, her brisk steps announcing her approach. She spotted Becca and called out to her in a commanding yet friendly tone, ❝Becca, how are the floors coming along?❞
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 22:52:17 GMT -5
Becca looked startled. "Oh! I'm almost done miss!" She promised. "Just a few more spots than I'll be finished my work for the night." She replied politely looking up at her. Her emerald eyes show a bit of nervousness in them from being caught singing a she worked.
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 23:08:10 GMT -5
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Arielle, the head maid and right-hand woman to Amalia, Graham's mother, glanced down at Becca with a gentle smile, her own eyes reflecting understanding rather than reproach. ❝No need to rush, dear,❞ she said kindly, her tone reassuring. ❝You have a lovely voice. Singing can make the work lighter sometimes.❞ Arielle's voice carried a warmth that contrasted with her poised demeanor, embodying both authority and empathy. She knew the demands of their household well and valued Becca's dedication.
Arielle watched for a moment longer, her expression thoughtful, before continuing down the hallway, her footsteps quiet against the polished floors. In her mind, she made a mental note to mention Becca's diligence to Lady Amalia later—it was important to recognize and encourage the staff's commitment, especially the younger ones like Becca, whose dedication deserved acknowledgment.
Notes. I'll be introducing the idea of Via coming to Evercrest. | Words. 135 | Tag. whitetail
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 23:10:03 GMT -5
Sounds good)
Becca sighed with relief once she was gone. Not knowing the prince was still there. "Wise men say...that fools. Only fools are sin." She sang to herself as she went to contine cleaning.
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 20, 2024 23:32:01 GMT -5
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Lost in his thoughts, Graham was startled by the appearance of a young page, Wendy, a bright-eyed girl with a mischievous grin that mirrored his own when he was her age. She scurried up to him, her steps quick and eager. ❝Prince Graham!❞ Wendy exclaimed breathlessly. ❝You're needed in the throne room. The king and queen have summoned you.❞ Graham straightened, the peace of the moment shattered by the summons. ❝Summoned? Is everything alright?❞ Wendy nodded, her expression serious despite her youth. ❝Yes, Your Highness. They said it's important.❞ With a resigned sigh, Graham nodded. ❝Very well. Lead the way, Wendy.❞ Together, they navigated the labyrinthine passages that led to the heart of the castle.
As they approached the grand doors of the throne room, Graham paused, taking a moment to compose himself. With a deep breath, he pushed open the doors and entered, Wendy trailing silently behind him. As he entered, he found his father, King Reagan, and his mother, Queen Amalia, deep in conversation. Their expressions were serious, yet tinged with a hint of excitement. Graham, ever observant, immediately sensed something out of the ordinary. ❝Graham, there you are,❞ King Reagan said, his voice resonating with authority tempered by paternal warmth. ❝We have important news to share with you.❞ Queen Amalia gestured for Graham to approach, her eyes bright with anticipation. ❝Princess Octavia is coming to visit.❞
Graham blinked in surprise, processing the unexpected announcement. Octavia — his childhood friend, his playmate since they were barely old enough to walk. The memories flooded back: adventures in the palace gardens, shared laughter echoing through the halls, and innocent secrets whispered under moonlit nights. ❝Via?❞ Graham echoed, a smile spreading across his face as he remembered the spirited girl with unruly curls and a mischievous grin. ❝She's coming here?❞
❝Yes,❞ Queen Amalia confirmed with a nod, her voice gentle. ❝It seems the time has come for you two to be formally betrothed.❞ The words hung in the air, laden with both tradition and the weight of expectation. Graham knew this day would come — that as the heir to the throne, his marriage would one day be arranged for political alliance. Yet, to hear it confirmed, to know it was Octavia, filled him with a mix of emotions.
❝How soon will she arrive?❞ Graham asked, trying to steady his thoughts. ❝In a fortnight,❞ King Reagan replied. ❝We thought it best to give you time to prepare.❞ Graham nodded, his mind already racing with plans. Octavia was no stranger; they knew each other better than anyone else in the realm. But now, their relationship would change. They would be bound not just by friendship and history, but by duty and the future of their kingdoms.
❝I understand,❞ Graham said finally, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of feelings inside him. ❝I look forward to seeing her again.❞ Queen Amalia smiled warmly. ❝We thought you might.❞
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 20, 2024 23:37:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile:
Becca finished her duties for the night. She than headed outside to the royal gardens for both staff and royalty alike. She sighed happily breathing in the nice breeze of the fresh evening air. A full moon shore downward lighting the courtyard in a silver like glow. She headed down the pathway toward the gazebo
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Demisexual
catsuro
busy with work now. very slow replies. so sorry.
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Post by catsuro on Jul 21, 2024 0:00:25 GMT -5
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Graham, dressed in his Ellis attire, felt the weight of the padded armor as he stepped cautiously through the shadows near the gazebo. The moonlight cascaded through the trees, casting elongated silhouettes across the cobblestone path. He clutched his wooden practice sword, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Tonight was supposed to be a simple night of training, yet the sight of Becca in the royal gardens had diverted his attention. Her presence always seemed to bring a sense of calmness and wonder, like a soothing melody in the midst of a bustling city. As he approached the gazebo, he caught sight of her figure, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. Her soft sighs and content expression melted his resolve to stay hidden.
Notes. none | Words. 129 | Tag. whitetail
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Bisexual
whitetail
Just an fun loving shecat who's slightly strange.
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Post by whitetail on Jul 21, 2024 0:04:01 GMT -5
She walked past him smiling to herself and stepped onto the steps and inside the gazebo. She sat down on the bench and looked up at the starry sky. "Let's see who's out tonight. I see the big dipper and little dipper. Always together. Never alone." She giggled a bit than continued her search in the stars for shapes she knew well.
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