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 Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:32 pm
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 11:00 pm
Perth stares bitterly at the wall of his guest chambers. He had arrived late last night, a three week journey here to this other kingdom. And this morning he's to meet his betrothed bride. He never wanted to be wed to anyone outside of the nation of Verderben. They're a proud people, slightly golden skinned and with dark hair. His own mane of thick, dirty blond hair is pulled back by a silk woven braid of black material. It's drying after he had taken a bath upon waking up. The prince falls back on his bed in mild despair and disdain. Perth has been secretly courting a young noble doe from a wealthy family living in upper quarters near the castle. She was always witty with her words and able to keep pace with his horned head. That and beauty will do little to sway his heart. So far in only fine gray leggings lined with a bronze thread, Perth rests his arm across his bare abdomen. He can hear someone knock at his door and hastily tugs on his robe just in case. A familiar face allows him to relax for the time being.
"Please, sire...just remember what I told you and please, for the sake of our kingdom, behave yourself." his personal servant, Dalton, had proceeded to fuss over the prince while preparing to set him off that morning to the gardens. Dalton begins to dress Perth although the stubborn prince began to wriggle about. "What do we truly know of these people, Dalton? It's such a small kingdom...I don't know why uncle has agreed to this marriage. They wouldn't serve us any better as allies than a beaten dog." he gruffly rebels under his breath. Perth doesn't mean to sound so arrogant, but he's just upset at this point. During the past few years it's been difficult to break through such a barrier. The land of Verderben has always been a large nation. Yet recently in the past two years its king has fallen gravely ill. Perth has been feverishly driven, trying to find someone to help his father. This has helped to enlighten him with a more open mind.
It's just not open enough to this arranged marriage yet. Perth, ever the stubborn young man, continues to playfully struggle with her servant and make Dalton quite red in the face. After a couple of minutes he has calmed himself enough to appease Dalton's work.
And it pays off. His muscular, young and taut body is clothed finely. A fine white silk shirt with a green vest embroidered in gold. His trousers are also white, wearing no footwear with the ends of his pants wrapped to his ankles and calves by fine leather, further depicting his strength. Perth adjusts the collar himself, running his long fingers down his vest before pulling on a black tailed coat with belts. He stares at himself in the mirror, eyes a darker shade of emerald than his vest. Although in his right eye is a peculiar blotch of blue in the upper hemishpere of his iris; partial heterochromia. With a sigh the prince adjusts his ponytail held in the back of his hair, high upon his scalp. His filed horns glint softly in the pale morning sunlight. Perth turns and with a forced smile, follows Dalton out of the guest chambers. The meeting of the two betrothed is to be held within the gardens.
Usually he'll chatter with Dalton, having known the aged man since birth. However today he has no desire for choice words. The prince stands with his single servant at the entrance to the gardens. Perth has always appreciated such beauty. It's what drives him to play his pipes as much as it is the very thing that drives him to fight so valiantly in battle. Granted, being a prince, he's seen very few. His father used to allow him to go out and fight minor scraps with the army, but now with his uncle in charge he might as well be a newborn babe. As a small group approaches, Perth's apathetic gaze falls upon the back of his future bride. How will this all work out? Can they find happiness together? Certainly not if Perth can help it. "May I introduce to you, Princess, to your future husband. Prince Perth of Verderben." Dalton bows gracefully before Perth does the same, but not as deeply as the servant had to hold his rank. I'm going to make her so miserable she'll demand to continue with war against us. He would much rather have war than be bonded to anyone. Behind him his long tail slowly spirals in distaste, ears flickering. Only royal and noble satyr have long tails. Here he knows he'll find no satyr in this area. What will this kingdom think of them? Savages, common beasts...possible pets? His molars grind together before he stands up to gaze upon the face of his betrothed. Hopefully his menacing gaze will cause her to faint and he can just go sulk in his guest chamber.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:19 pm
Light filtered through the marble bedroom. The cool, white drapes fluttered in the wind as the golden rays brushed against the furniture of the vast space. The large scale windows were open towards the landing, allowing the breeze of spring air to sweep through the room. And yet, though the room seemed to be in peace by the gentle, smooth features it was in utter chaos.
Objects of unimportance were strewn across the room, some still clinging to the weightless air before clattering loudly against the hard marble flooring accompanied by the clacking of black maid shoes dancing to the tune of evasion; dodge the flying objects.
The black and white outfits whirled around the room as the handful of woman attempted to restrain the obviously out raged girl. The ducked and dodges and tripped and fell across the floor as the number of objects increased, not only in number but in velocity and ferocity.
"I've had enough with this child!" the eldest maid yelled having just dodged a heavy, silver hair brush, an heirloom of from the queen. "The impudence of this girl, she's unmanageable! She's intolerable!" she yelled as she turned around on the ball of her heel and darted out of the large, white doors, plated and decorated with a beautiful gold design. The exit was soon followed by a slam of the heavy, wooden doors and a reprieve from the cosmetics being launched at the woman like fire arms.
"Miss Shirely, please, control yourself!" Mary, a young maid of only nineteen spoke anxiously, her trembling hands reaching outwards, towards the woman standing across the room. "This is certainly not how a young lady should act!"
The maid collapsed to the ground suddenly, just after being impacted with a lipstick missile to the forehead. She remained on the floor, dazed for several minutes as the last of the maids attempted to calm down the ranging woman.
"Please madame-!" she began while slowly helping her comrade to a sitting position. "Please calm down-"
"Who can you possibly tell ME TO CALM DOWN!?" the woman spat angrily as she launched a silver compact at the maid. "I'm being wed to a beast, a flipping beast and you want me to calm DOWN!?"
From across the room stood the angered woman. Her long, blond hair trailed down her back, padding against her waist while twisting into knots and curls. Her elegant frame was hidden by the overly large, pale rose night gown that barely did her justice. The soft cotton fabric wrapped loosely around her arms to her wrists all the way down, past her knees and hung half off of her right shoulder. She didn't seem to care. After all, it just so appeared that she had gotten out of bed. That was exactly what had happened. The first thing she had woken to that morning what the news of a marriage proposal, the very same she had no knowing or control of. She had barrelled out of bed, using the blanket as a decoy while the five maids (now reduced to two terrified weaklings) attempted to hold her down. It had not worked the way they intended it to. Instead, they received an ear full of curses and an assault of makeup items.
Shirley was wining the battle. She only had to deal with two more maids before...before Sebastian barged into the room. He was a dark, tanned individual, at least six foot cloaked in a butler's uniform. He was hansom, his short, black hair colouring around his features of a face while attracting the person to his olive eyes.
Within a few seconds he had pinned the princess down on the ground whispering short, under breath 'sorries' for his use of force.
"Let go of me!" demanded the squirming princess as she rotated her body in a poor attempt to free herself.
"Now princess, please control yourself and act like a proper lady. Your father would not want to see you in such a state now would he?"
Shirley gulped and shook her head, her thrashing slowly ending with defeat.
The butler released the restrained girl and helped her to her feet. Soon after the maids took up their position and began to usher the pampered girl towards the washroom leaving Sebastian to wander from the room.
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He was ugly, God she wished she didn't have to look at it. It was grinding its teeth. 'Horrid!' she screamed within her head. 'I'm to marry a beast, to be carted away like some animal bride and live in the mud!' she sulked under her mask of a smile. Thank God she could act well. Her ruby red lips twitched as the maid introduced her to the beast. 'I'd rather have war! Anything but marry this-this-this Thing!'
"I-I-It's n-ni-nice to m-mee-meet you..." she mumbled, trying to keep herself from shattering her perfect, flawless mask. She hid behind her hands, her silk white, gloved hands that now pressed against her powdered peach and highlighted cheeks. She kept her hands over her lips soon after, trying her hardest not to let the beast see her annoyance. "M-my-my name is Shirley...."
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