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.:The Characters:.

Princess Genova Sklaminski-
+halibut+
Held against her will by the cruel and merciless Prince Raylon, Princess Genova Sklaminski is locked inside the dreary fortress of Scantra. She is tall and slender, with pale skin and golden tresses. Her eyes are a piercing blue, but they hold misfortune in there grasp.
Her father, the king of a nearby land, sold her to Raylon in exchange for his own skin. She harbors no grudge against him, but pities him, which is infinitely worse. The princess has no idea what will become of her.
And the prince is sinister beyond her wildest imagination.

Seana-
+Inuzenko+
As the clever and wry handmaiden of Princess Genova Sklaminski, she is a natural-born spy. She is only loyal to her mistress, and loathes the prince with a passion. She is small and slightly plump, with raven black hair and a wicked gleam in her dark chestnut eyes.
Her family has worked for the royal family of Scantra for generations. She has a reputation of being a fine servant, and trustworthy. The princess intrigues her to no end.


King Luciano of Scantra-
+mark of dragons+
Father of Prince Raylon, King Luciano is the ruler of Scantra. But he is very sick, barely fit to run the mighty realm of Scantra. Always trusting of his darling son, he entitled the prince to govern the kingdom in his absence.
But the prince has gone crazy with greed for power. Waging war with the nearby Torgiega, threatening the other kingdom and capturing the princess. Though both as a father and a king, Luciano has tried to stop the prince, Raylon now acts irrationally, ruling without his father's blessing.
The king is growing weaker by the day. And now all he can do is watch in horror as both kingdoms are torn apart.

Prince Raylon of Scantra-
+blissfulbhajan+
Handsome and charming, the crown prince of Scantra captivates all the young women's hearts at court. He is a young and slim politician, with a cat-like grace that matches his unruly dark hair and emerald eyes.
But behind his dazzling smile, a cold glint frames his eyes. Power has made him hungry for more. His dying father has already left the kingdom in his cruel hands, positive his darling boy will make the perfect king. But he is far from right.
Hoping to make his kingdom larger, he threatens the nearby kingdom of Torgiega. Desperate for peace, the king trades his only heiress, Princess Genova, for the prosperity of the kingdom. The prince plans to marry her, thus owning her father’s kingdom when he dies.
He craves for power. And he will do anything to get it.

The High Chancellor of Scantra-
The High Chancellor of Scantra is vain, rather ugly, and as sly and sleek as a fox. His only pleasures are serving his prince and looking down on certain, unfortunate others. He is one of the prince’s henchman, slithering around the castle with his bombastic nose stuck high into the air.

Nurse Helen-
Nurse Helen is kind, witty, understanding, and strong as an ox. Not much is missed by her big brown doe eyes. Her gentle touch can soothe the most restless child.
She and her family have been in serving the Royal family of Scantra for generations, but she is also much respected as a family friend.
Nurse Helen was put in charge of raising Prince Raylon. She loved the young prince dearly. But when Queen Kilja passed away, Nurse Helen was forced out of the castle for two years to care for the grieving mother of the late queen. When she returned, the Prince had changed drastically. She now works in the Prince's fortress determined to help her 'child' in anyway possible.

Baroness Jessal Cimichi-
+Yorlene+
With her flirtatious smile and petite figure, the Baroness has all the men at the royal court wrapped around her finger. She goes through them like clothes, flirting, seducing, then throwing them away. Her gleaming chestnut hair and seductive smile beckon to the opposite sex, young and old, rich and poor.
But the only male she really desires, the prince, has plans to marry the beautiful and proud Princess of Torgiega. Driven by the desire to be wealthy, Jessal plots to murder Genova, taking her out of the grasp of the prince forever.

Frederic Viviano-
+brocoli_apocolypse+
A hostler in the fortress of Scantra, Frederic is tall and strong, with giant hands that could gentle even the most wild colt. He has always been a calm young man, with dreamy brown eyes and dirty straw colored hair.
Until he meets the Princess Genova Sklaminski entirely by chance. He falls in love with her instantly, feeling a passionate drive that he has never felt before. His look is more determined, and he realizes that in order to win the heart of his fair ice princess, there is only one thing he can do. And it is a suicidal task.
He must slay the prince of Scantra.

.: razz lot Summary: Part One::.

The Ice Princess begins on a stormy winter day, with the Princess Genova Sklaminski gazing out onto the sea. She is trapped in the royal palace of Scantra, imprisoned by the Prince Raylon, the heir to the throne. The prince has been waging a war against the princess's homeland, the nearby kingdom of Torgiega. About three years before, the king had traded Genova for the safety of his kingdom. But the prince has renewed his attack on the kingdom, and on the old and frail king.

Genova is very beautiful, and the prince is determined to marry her for political and personal reasons. He woos her by the day, and believes he has already won the battle for the kingdom of Torgiega. By conquering the kingdom or marrying the princess; either way he will earn more power. But the princess is adamant, she is determined to save her father, her kingdom, and herself from the malevolent prince.

Meanwhile, the seductive Baroness Jessal Cimichi plots to marry the prince herself, thus gaining power and her alluring prince. The prince, however, is immune to Jessal's scheming plans. The baroness sees he wants to marry Genova, and quickly builds up a large and dangerous grudge against her.

But the prince is still haunted by the ghosts of the pasts. The princess has awakened memories he has long pushed away, memoirs of things that made him the way he is. Something is shifting inside him, but for good or bad? And more importantly, why?

Amidst the internal and external struggle enfolding the prince and princess, a young hostler by the name of Frederic Viviano has yet to be drawn into this strange conflict of past and present. He spends his days gentling the colts and tending to the many warhorses of the palace. Frederic is quite content with his life, and wishes for nothing more. But his life, too, is about to change.

A Wee Note: This is just the BASICS of the story. I strongly encourage anyone interested (or not) to go back and read the original role-play. It's not very long and beautifully done (if I do say so myself). There are some lovely dialogues and bits and pieces of interesting and useful information not found in the summary. I have also decided to skip back a bit in time and leave out the fact that Frederic is about to meet Genova due to the fact that our Freddy only posted once. Hmmm. To go to the original roleplay, click below.

The Ice Princess (at Thru the Looking Glass)

Frederick's hand guided the grooming brush against the back of the chestnut colored horse, the muscles in his arms moving in accordance to where he brushed, curling and bulging in relation to his movements. The horse, whose name was Aurora, brayed softly in response to the grooming. "That's a good girl," cooed the man, his free hand patting the chest of the marvelous creature. "Just relax. That's a good girl." As he spoke those calm words, the Hostler could not help but smile as he watched the horse as she slowly lowered her head into the bundle of hay that he had prepared for her.

Ever since he could remember, he had been taking care of the horses of Scantra. His father, who had died when he was around the age of seven, took care of the creatures just as he did now. But before he had died, Frederick's father had shown him everything that he needed to know to be a successful Hostler. So, by the age of seven, Frederick was able to take care of the horses all by himself. Of course, by that time, the boy was much too small to take care of them by himself. So, his mother was forced to do the work for him. However, she had been horribly sick and suffered greatly from the struggle...

Just thinking about his mother caused the Hostler to stop working, his hands falling to his sides as his thoughts began to wander. "Mother," whispered Frederick, his hair flying into his eyes as a soft wind blew past him. Ever since that fateful day, Frederick had blamed himself for his mother's death. If only he had been older... Not only that, but after seeing the lifeless form of his mother in front of him, Frederick had been unable to speak or even look at another woman, until his eyes had fallen upon the princess whom the prince of Scantra had stolen: the Princess Genova Sklaminski.

At first, he had tried to fight the feelings within him, for he felt as though he was betraying his mother for thinking of another woman at all. But, after that night, he found himself falling in love with her ever since then...
At first, Frederick had beaten himself for having feelings for the woman, but it did not

((*rasies hand eargerly* hey halibutm I have a few questions!
1.) what happened to the princess in the stables? why is she back in her room?
2.) Could you please change my name in the character list, I'm no longer thegoddesskali
3.) Would I still play nurse helen?


the prince is in his chambers right now, he's feeling ill- is it exhaustion? Or love? Dun Dun DUN!!!!!!!
..I will be posting shortly.))

((in reply to answer number 1: yes I did read the wee note b-b-b-but.... I am ashamed!!! *sulks*

well, anyone playing nurse helen please speak to me!! I have a past in mind for the prince, and since the nurse was his caretaker for a few years I'd like to fill you in ^^))

He gently stirred from his uneasy slumber, the soft coos of the fluttering birds outside his window had woke him. He head was pounding fiercly; worse then when he had spent so much time at a feast with the Baroness Jessal a year ago. The haze over his ever-bright green eyes was less intense now. That's how it always was when the prince awoke. The fog of his eyes wer always pushed away by dreams.

Prince Raylon shifted a bit beneath the silken sheets, trying to return to sleep but the birds outside wouldn't let him. "Fine, I'm coming," he groaned. In this time between reality and dream, the Prince felt light once more, like he did as a child. he hardly knew what he was doing as he stummbled out of the grand bed toward the balcony door. His ebony locks bounced has he made his way and finally opened the glass panneled gateway to the outside.

Tthe birds rejoiced! They sang songs of happiness as they tweeted and flew about him. A few rested upon his shoulder while another sorted though his locks atop his crown. Raylon smiled tenderly at the small ceatures, such innocence, such kindness such-

"Now, now, now,"

The prince stiffened. A cold chill went up his spine.

"Step back from those foolish animals, sire," snarled the grim voice of Sheene Redwaro. He pushed the small boy back into the dark room, thrashing the small bird from his shoulder and throwing it outside. He shut the window. "A Prince shouldn't be so kind to those smaller then him. The kingdom would be most ashamed of such a soft heated prince. You're a bad child, sire you shouldn't do things like this..."

The birds' song staggered a bit, they were frightened. The prince eyes grow hazy and his breath was deep. He shouted and pushed the creautres from his shoulders. He violently shook his head forcing the other away. He dashed into his chambers and shut the door with a crashing thud. "GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!!!" The prince glared at his hands that gripped the handles in a gnarled fashion.

Slowly, Raylon looked up from his hands, he took in a sharp breath. The birds were still there, sad, cooing for an answer as to why. The deep saddness in their eyes only reminded the prine of a pain in another pair of beautiful eyes. A pair of eyes belongs to one whom, for some strange reason, the prince felt would being so much more beautiful glimmer with joy instead of sorrow. He did not speak but his lips mouthed the words go away, please, you'll be hurt if you stay.

Another vision flashed into his mind's eye. One of a gnarled man, laughing over the feathers upon his desk, of tears landing onto a small body of a sad little bird.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" came the next shout as the Prince threw a picture of water across the room.

"You can't have friends my dear prince. They'll only cause you pain."

A pair of bright-green eyes behind ebony locks began to dim, as if a dreary cloud hung over them.

Cold sweat beaded upon the Prince's brow. He walked back into his bed and stared at the ceiling. His eyes were clouded.

((The prince is much scarier in my posts on Thru the Losting Glass, please read them, I feel this post makes the prince very soft in a way. Though that's what I'm going for, I'm not sure if it was the best first thing to post. ^^))

It would be much later in the day when Prince Raylon would emerge from his chambers. Dressed in his regal atire, he stomped his foot twice before his chamber door. His soldiers heard the signal and opened the door proptly. The handsome Prince stepped foward. "I'll be making an inspection today. My troops are to be ready in one hour. Go, you have your orders."

The soldiers bowed and went down the hall. Raylon was left alone once more. His ebony locks were parted, so to not interfer with his vision but it was to no use, after walking only a few steps the bangs fell back onto his face. He decided that he'd go for a short ride about the fortress grounds before heading on horseback to inspect the troops, so he went in the direction of the stables.

Servants and soldiers bowed as the prince past them in the halls. When he finally reached the stables, the prince was taken by the smell of hay and had crashed upon him like a wave. He actually liked to smell to be honest, but people of high rank shouldn't let their feelings control them. Before him was a tall man. A giant in comparision to himself. The tall man was busy tending to one of the finer horses in the royal stable. "You there," said the prince, "I wish to take a short ride about the fortress. Set a horse up for me." The prince was indifferent. He wasn't particuarly concerned with this man or how he would address him, his mind and heart were less were.

((Sorry about the delay. It's been a busy week.))


The tray was a polished silver, masterfully designed with swirling vines and the royal family crest. Placed on it was a china tea pot and a delicate china cup. The tea was fresh and hot, with light stem fogging up the rim of the pot. Fragile fruit tarts sat on a plate in the center of the tray, their colorful array of jam centers glistening in the sun streaming through the window.

The princess poured herself tea, watching as the virgin white of the unfilled cup was covered by a sea of rich, warming tea. Genova sipped it, hands warm around the steaming cup.

It brought back her childhood, content and free in Torgiega. Her life before her mother died, and the world turned cold.

She remembered the gardens. Her mother had always helped plant and oversee the planning of the gardens, even though she was queen of the realm. There were herb gardens, flower gardens, pleasure gardens; it seemed sometimes as if the palace was a garden itself. There was even her mother's own special plot, one she dug her hands into everyday.

"See?" she would say to Genova. "See how much sun and care and devotion they need? The flowers are like our people, who need devotion and care too."

But then her mother died and the world turned cold.

A voice startled her out of her reverie.

"My lady?" It was a maidservant, timid and not used to the princess. "Does it still please you to go riding now?"

The princess blinked.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you..." But Genova had forgotten her name, and the servant had already left.

She rose, reaching for the lace-up boots that sat next to her chair. She hurriedly put them on, straightening her dress as she reached for her pale brown riding coat. Then out the door the princess went, hurrying as to avoid the prince. Her boots struck the floor with every step, creating a pronounced echo in the empty high-vaulted corridors.

She trotted quickly down the wide main staircase, dwarfed by the cavernous main hall at the front of the castle. The guards saluted, murmuring caustic remarks to each other just loud enough for the princess to hear. They took their cue from the prince himself, treating Genova with disdain and scorn. She paid them no mind.

The outside air hit her with a cold blast. She pulled the riding jacket closer. The wind tore at her dress and hair. The princess hurried along the path to the stables, determined to ride through the cold.

A figure on a horse stopped her.

The prince, mounted on a bay destier, was halted not ten feet away. A stable hand held the reins of his horse. The princess knew she could turn and run, but that would do no good. He would come after her, and on a horse, she didn't have a chance. Genova cursed under her breath and began to walk slowly toward him. She held her head high, trying to look proud and unafraid.

"My lord." She curtsied silently, hands shaking.