05-03-2012, 01:06 AM
When the woman burst into the kitchen Scarlett stared, surprised by how unlady like she acted. She smiled to a man who introduced himself as Samuel. "Hello." She said, giving a slight bow. She realized it might seem odd to the others, but it was what she had been taught to do. And most likely she was the only one of the group that knew how to do many household chores. Her kingdom only had a few servants. Plus her mother wanted her to learn how to take care of herself in case of the Royal Family ever falling out of power.
The blonde looked around at the group with her emerald eyes, then sat at the informal table next to the only man that had bothered introducing himself. She was rather silent due to not really knowing what to say at the moment. Sure the woman's behavior had been rude, and kind of sickening.. but she didn't feel the need to voice her opinions. It's not like anyone of these people cared what she thought. They were just here to play the game, not engage in mindless chit chat with her. The blonde bit her bottom lip a little, her slender finger gently trailing over her glass of water. How was she ever going to find love here?
But, as her father said, Royal marriage wasn't about love. It was about the kingdoms. The benefits from the marriage, the rule that there had to be a King or Queen. Not that they had to wait for the Princess or Prince to find love before there was a King or Queen. She looked up at the mention of a huntress. Scarlett didn't hunt herself, but she often went out into the woods for sanctuary for there was none at home. Sometimes she'd go outside for hours and swim in the small lake she had found surrounded by the beautiful green forest. Those moments of being alone was what kept the blondes sanity. That and the constant reminder that if she cracked, her younger sister would just step up and replace her.
Alex woke up about an hour after his arrival and groaned, sitting up. His hands gently ran over the silk sheets, pleased with their crimson color. He stood quickly, looking at himself in the antique mirror before him. The male aimlessly ran a hand through his dark hair and stared at his long sleeved, black button up shirt. Then just an old pair of black pants. He sighed, figuring that he was pleased with his own appearance. A moment later the male was out the door and on his way to the kitchen in search of food.
The male paused just out front of the kitchen door, hearing a small group of people chatting. He grimaced. He'd have to meet everyone in order to get a meal. He gently pushed open the door, his dark brown eyes eying everyone curiously. "Hello. My name is Alexander." He said, giving a slight bow. By the way they stared and talked it seemed to Alex that he had just missed something important.
His eyes quickly locked onto the food on the table and glided over to the table, taking the first seat he could get his hands on. He sat down, looking back at the rest of the group. He would wait before eating. Even though he didn't care at all about the others, he still had his manners. And he had grown up knowing that when put in a situation like this, he had to wait for everyone to sit and eat.
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