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Your Majesty - 1x1
This is a role play between Remaro & The Cheshire Cat. Please do not post unless either of them, but feel free to read along.
---------- ---------- Tonight was the night. Music was playing though out the hall; lively and pouring out the windows in ceremonious joy. Tonight was the celebration of the prince's twenty first birthday, the day he would choose a bride and be crowned king. Men and women from all over the land had arrived, anxious to watch as the royal would pick a girl, hopefully from one of their families. Still, as the maids and butlers fussed over the young man, making sure he was perfect before stepping out into the royal hall. As always, Azazeal squirmed, pulling away from the women who tried to comb his hair, or straighten his collar. "You're like a child, Az! Stop moving." The woman, Barthena, was his wet nurse when he was a baby, and like a second mother to him. She was very protective of the male, and bolder than most when it came to talking to him. "Do you want a wife or not?" Azazeal shrugged, but Barthena knew he did. He wanted to make his kingdom proud, as well as his dead father. To be honest, though, this whole kissing business embarrassed him. Sure, he had planted one on many a girl, but.... in front of all the court, and with people no doubt planning to cheer... Romantic endeavors should remain personal, in his opinion. "Enough." Gently swatting away his servants, and took a deep breath and began walking towards the public quarters, and into the main hall. There were a line up of thrones against the far end of the wall, where he took a seat next to his mother, still wearing black from her recent loss. Despite the lack of color, however, she was adorned with beautiful jewels, and her hair was stunningly curled. She smiled when she saw her son, and patted his arm. Shortly afterwards, a speech was made, announcing the ceremony and tragic loss of the king. During which time, Azazeal used it to scout for a bride. A couple girls caught his attention, and when finally released to walk around, he wandered cautiously into the group of people, weaving in and out of people subtly trying to get in his range of view. Inwardly, the prince groaned. How was he supposed to tell if a girl was pleasant by just looking? Or if she was loyal? He sure as heck didn't want to pick a girl who would sleep with the whole kingdom the moment he turned his back. After a few minutes of searching, he decided on a random girl, and began to make his way towards her. While walking, however, he hesitated, unsure how to go about doing it. Should he just kiss her? Or ask permission? Or...? Gosh, how old was he? Ten? He just needed to do it. He just had to pick someone and go through with it. Kings didn't get nervous. ((Wasn't exactly sure where to start. Sorry if this isn't very great. Once I started NANOWRIMO, my mind got a little fried and I've been obsessing with it. lol )) |
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