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The Princess and the Rebel (1x1 w/Lexadis)
http://i.imgur.com/kla8gtS.jpg In the Kindom of Alira, the rebels have risen up against the royal family. The kingdom is in an economic down poor and the royal family has started taxing more to get the economy back and running. The taxing angered the lower classmen and they started a rebellion. The rebellion became an entire army. The king and queen needed to do something. So, they got their own army together and started a war with the rebellion. Both the king and queen went out to battle. The king being the greatest knight of the land and the queen be head of magic. But what of their daughter, Annabelle? She was left behind to rule the kingdom. Annabelle is a spoiled, sadistic child. She never cared for the poor or even the middle class. She treated her maids and butlers as her servants and her servants as trash. The guards were her playthings and she always abused her powers. She was a ruthless girl. Stubborn, as well. One who would show no mercy. And when she took over power, the rebels only wanted to fight more. On the rebellion side, The leader of the rebels had a son. Some called her Prince of the Rebels. This boy was ____. A fearless leader type. Someone you could always depend on and would never back down from anything. He always put up a fight. He was cunning and brave, a very intelligent sort of boy. But when he is captured, he’s taken to the kingdom and sent to the dungeons. When Annabelle hears the news of this “Prince” being sent to the dungeons, she calls upon the guards to fetch him. Upon his arrival to the throne room, Annabelle makes him her personal slave. What will happen between these two? Will ____ free himself of this fate? Will Annabelle work him until death? Or will something happen between the two that changes them for the better? |
http://i.imgur.com/G9eK8Op.jpg Name: Annabelle Estoline Age: Twenty-one Height: 5'5" Personality: Annabelle, or Belle, as she likes to be called, is the most selfish, spoiled girl you could ever meet. Strong willed, determined, and stubborn, you won't get her to bend at the knee for anyone, not even her father. She cold hearted, ruthless and treats everyone around her like dirt. She does have a few redeeming qualities. She can act. Well, that's about it. She's intelligent and wise. However, under all that demonic personality, she's a little girl at heart and a dreamer. She fears being alone forever and often thinks back to her childhood. Biography: Born as the only child of the king and queen, Annabelle was the kingdom's precious gem. She's was cute, kind, and just a genuine sweet little girl. However, it was hard on little Annabelle. However much her parents wanted to spend time with her, they simply couldn't with their duties. Constantly having to speak with public, her father running the royal army, and her mother as head of the magic department. There simply was no time for little Annabelle. As she grew up in her childhood, she would often call for her parents and the more she was denied, the more she threw fits. Her parents decided that the only way to get her to be happy was to replace their presence with whatever she could want. And so, whatever she asked for she got, except for her parents.She became greedy and spoiled. If she didn't get everything the way she wanted it or in the time she needed it, she'd throw a fit and make everyone do it again. This is how she grew up, like a general spoiled princess. Some claim that she's one of the most ruthless people they've ever met. They say she could lead an army and win the war with her tactics. Some people wonder why the king and queen didn't send her to war. But someone had to watch over the kingdome, right? Quote:
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Long ago, a young child was born. She was declared as the Princess of Alira and was loved by all. She was a happy child, always wanting to play and have fun. Her parents loved her very dearly, however, they never had time to play with their dear daughter. So, they hired a Nanny to take care of her. The Nanny was known to Annabelle as "Nana Rose". Every day Nana Rose would come to the castle and take care of Annabelle, but she would always bring something special for Annabelle. Something she had always wanted. A friend. Tanya was Annabelle's first, only, and best friend. As much as Annabelle loved Tanya and was happy that she had a friend, she craved for more love. She craved for her parents love. The love she never got enough of. As she grew older, She became depressed that her parents never had time for her. She became angry, sadistic. She became a tyrant. She started to treat the servants like dirt, the maids and butlers like servants, and the guards like play things. Tanya always stayed by her side, as a sort of light so Annabelle wouldn't become too tyrannical. Tanya was the only girl Annabelle treated well. When Annabelle and Tanya turned 18, Tanya's mother, Nana Rose, died. Their parents were desperate for another Nanny. So, Tanya stepped up and became Annabelle's personal maid. The two would go every where together. However, this didn't stop Annabelle's tyrant raid. She got meaner, more sadistic and Tanya couldn't do anything for her. However, you can only imagine how the villagers felt when the war started and her parents went to go fight in it. You can only imagine the fear they felt knowing that Annabelle was to be ruler now. The 21 year old Sadistic child, only showed one form of emotion the day she was crowned temporary ruler of Alira. A smirk. It said everything without Annabelle saying one word. Today The sound of heels echoed through the palace corridor. A petite, beautiful young girl stood tall as she walked down the hall toward her parents thrown room. This was Annabelle Estoline. A girl standing about 5'5". Her dark red locks cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves. Her eyes were as green as the grass, and they could see all. She was wearing a beautifully sewn red dress. Beside her, standing a few inches taller and looking around the age of 21, was a young maid. Her hair was dark brown and reached down to the nape of her neck. Dark green eyes seemed bored, like she was unaffected by Annabelle's cruel ways. She wore the general maid's uniform with one slight change. A red neck-tie symbolizing that she was of higher rank than the rest of the maids. She was Annabelle's personal maid. This was Tanya. Annabelle kept her head high and her lips pursed as she stepped into the thrown room, Tanya following suit. She stepped up an inclined platform and sat down in her fathers thrown. Tanya placed a small golden crown on her head as Annabelle looked down at the guard. He was on one knee, his head bent in respect. "Speak." Annabelle demanded. The guard looked up, you could see his armor shaking slightly. "Your highness, a prisoner has been captured from the rebel army. A valuable one. The leader's son, The one they call The prince of Rebels." He spoke strong, in a gruff voice. "Yes? And what do you want ME to do about it?" "He has been taken to the palace dungeon, ma-am. Is there anything you would like us to do with him?" Annabelle crossed her legs and rested her chin on the back of her hand. She contemplated this for a moment. "Bring him to me." With that, the guard nodded and stood. He bowed once more before turning and heading out of the throne room to fetch the rebel prince. A sadistic smirk found its way to Annabelle's rose lips. Tanya stepped up and bowed her head softly. "Miss, may I ask what you plan to do with this boy?" Tanya asked in a soft voice. "Tanya..." She said looking to her maid, "You are the only one I trust in this entire kingdom, I would think you would know that answer by now." Tanya stared at Annabelle's eyes for a moment before nodding and turning back to face the large thrown room. "Yes. I suppose you are right, miss." She responded. A dark chuckle swept through the room like a cold breeze. The guards standing at the entrance door in front of the entire thrown room, turned their heads. It was clear they were wondering what poor soul was going to be placed under her fist this time. Annabelle was about to gain another victim. And this time, she planned to heed no mercy towards him. |
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Annabelle lounged in her Annabelle turned her head slightly to look at the large guards dragging in an equally tall rebel "Prince". She rose a brow before sitting up and flinging her hair over her shoulder. "What pile of trash have you brought to me?" She spoke, standing to her feet,"I thought you were bringing me a rebel prince. Not a disgraceful rat." Annabelle turned to look at Tanya and muttered something to her friend. Tanya nodded and left the room using one of the side doors. Annabelle turned her attention back to the trash before her. "Really, you couldn't have cleaned it up before bringing it before me?"A sigh escaped her pale lips before flicking her hair over her shoulder once again. "No matter, there's nothing I can do now." Tanya returned holding a crop and a pair of white gloves into the room. The guards seemed to shuffle slightly at the sight, but brought themselves back to attention quickly. "Thank you for getting my crop for me, Tanya." She said, taking the black horse crop from her maid. She slipped the white gloves on petite hands and looked back at the rat in front of her and stepped closer. "Force him to kneel." She demanded. The guards did as such. Annabelle started to circle the male, eyeing him like prey. She snapped the crop on his back, forcing him to kneel at attention. "Strong back..." She muttered. She smacked the crop against one of the guards arms and nodded toward the prince's arm. The guard lifted the prince's arm up. "Strong arms as well." Annabelle returned to the front and stared at him for a moment, tapping the crop on her leg. She stepped forward and took his face into one hand. She forced his head to move from side to side. "Strong facial structure. But this Rat's nest must be tamed." A smile seemed to worm it's way across Annabelle's lips, "He'll do." She stood back up and pulled the gloves off like they had been contaminated with the plague. She handed it back to Tanya, then took the cropped and tapped it on the male's cheek. "How does it feel to know you'll be working as the Beautiful Princess Adelaide's personal servant?" She spoke with a laugh. |
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Annabelle sighed and tapped the crop in her palm. She pursed her lips before lifting her foot and ramming his face into the floor with it. She knelt in, moving her skirts out of his face and smiling at him. It was a devious, evil smile. She stared at him for a moment, as if assessing an animal. "That's what they all say, until I break their precious little spirits," She scoffed, "Hah, pride. The only people who deserve pride are people like me! Who have actually accomplished something in their life." She pulled her foot off the back of his head and stepped back. "And you, my dear rat, have accompished nothing but getting captured. Ooh, what a sad feat." She turned to Tanya and handed her the crop. "Please take him to the maid's quarters. Have them dress him and clean him up and then bring him to my study for work. Thank you, Tanya." With that, The Princess sauntered out of the room. There was almost and audible sigh when she left the room. Tanya snapped her head back at the multiple guards to keep their sounds to themselves. They straightened up and held their breath once more. Tanya put a smile on her lips before gently taking the male's arms and helping him up. "Please follow me," She said as she started to walk toward the door, opposite the one Annabelle stepped out of. As she did, a guard called out to her. His voice was cool and steady, much different than how they talked to Annabelle. "Would you like company, Miss Tanya, to make sure that this boy doesn't do anything drastic?" The guard asked. Tanya smiled at him and shook her head, "No thank you, I think I can handle him," She said with a small laugh. The guard nodded lightly and returned back to his stance. Assuming the male would follow her, she stared down a long, dimly lit hallways. Tapestries hung along the wall, lit by fire torches. They depicted the royal families over time. Some loved, some hated. But most all of them, had the same blood. Tanya looked back at the boy and gave him a soft smile. "Please, excuse the princess. She never used to be like this," She said, "She used to be a lovely child... and I still believe she has that innocence in her. She just needs something... to bring it back." Tonya returned her eyes to the front, her hands folded over her lap. "I don't believe I got your name, either," She said, "I'm Tanya, the Princesses right hand lady." |
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Tanya smiled back at him. She was surprisingly pretty for a maid. Generally, royalty would choose service that was beneath them, in status and appearance. However, some could easily say that Tanya rivaled the Princess' beauty. Not to mention, she was a lot nicer than her, as well. Wavy brown hair was pulled over her left shoulder and kept back with a white hair band. Her eyes were a bright forest green, and her lips were naturally pink in color. Her body was hard to see under the bagginess of the maids dress, but she was obviously thin, perhaps even a little muscled from her years of service. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Carlos," She said, "I already understand that your stay here will not be a pleasant one as The Princess' personal slave...however, if there is anything I can do to make it more comfortable, I will try to do so. But, I am also under some restrictions." Her tone sounded genuine and yet, rehearsed, as if this had happened before. Tanya led him into a large, well lit room. By the window were two older women in clothing similar to Tanya's. However, talking and laughing, were other young maids in slightly different uniform. Off to the side was an in ground bath that obviously wasn't used all that often. As Tanya opened the door, they looked up and smiled at her, standing to their feet. Tanya introduced them to Carlos and the women exchanged glances. "Good afternoon, ladies, this is Carlos... The princess' new personal," Small gasps came from the women, and almost pitying glances were shared, "He needs to be washed and dressed in the butler's uniform." She turned to look at Carlos, assessing him for a moment, "Minus the tail coat, please." The women giggled as the ran to grab Carlos. They pulled him over to the bath, a couple of them getting the water started while the others undressed him fully. Over on the other side of the room, Tanya had started to help the older ladies decide what uniform looked like it would fit him. Once the bath was ready, a group of feminine hands were all over Carlos as the got him into the water and started to wash him. A couple of minutes later, the maids had gotten him dried and completely dressed. Tanya stepped over, causing the other maids to step back. It was obvious of the type of power she had in the castle, and yet, she had no power at all. He was fitted in a simple white dress shirt, a pair of black trousers, and black shoes. His hair was brushed and pulled back into a loose pony-tail. She nodded lightly before she stepped forward and quickly pulled a black tie around his neck. When she was done he was complete, bow tie and all. "Wonderful," She said, "Please, if you could, we have to go meet the princess now. Thank you, ladies." The maids nodded and bid them farewell for now, as Tanya exited the room. |
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