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_______*~Plot~*_______

Like all fairytales this very one begins in a kingdom far far away in a beautiful castle overlooking a quaint little town; of course, in all tales of its kind there is prince charming and of course a princess. Our prince is a tall, dark, and handsome man of his mid early twenties (23); a charmer to those he wishes to impress regardless of personal feelings and a deep cruelness that borders evil. His princess? A younger woman, a servant amongst his help, a woman he will stop at nothing to control.

Skeleton

Name:
Age:
Occupation:
personality:
other:
looks like:

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Annie Love
17
Maid
sweet, protective, loving, caring, and bubbly
has a tattoo on ankle

Skeleton

Name: Avel
Age: 19
Occupation: Prince
personality: pushy, stubborn, charming, cruel, manipulative
other:
looks like:

Setting: maybe when its morning and she begins to clean.

Annie sighed as she woke up along with other maids. She put on her maid outfit , she sighed and then brushed her hair and put it up in a ribbon and tied it. she put her slip on shoes and then looked around she exited the room and began to do work. She didn't like this. she bit her lower lip. Nervous maybe Prince Aval wouldn't want to see her alone today. he was acting weird towards her and her new friends.

The prince stood with his forearm pressed again the wide marble railing of the balcony just outside his chambers. His hands suspended lazily in the early summer morning. To any who should see the man would assume their prince to be admiring the landscape, and although some would find the majestic and elegant mountains around them to be breath taking; especially now as the sun rose painting the sky and the trees with its oranges and yellows. But in truth the man sat deep in thought, his mouth drawn to a hard line and his dark eyes narrowed slightly; unfortunately for his people this was the way his handsome features were normally arranged.

Stepping away from the balcony's edge he crossed the room in a matter of several great strides, he was man of impatience and never felt the need to linger in an area longer than necessary. Exiting the room he made his way down the hall, turning left at its end and then once more he descended a staircase and found himself facing the throne room. Strong hands grasped the iron handles of the doors but he felt himself hesitate, his hands falling to his side, he made his way to the main garden. Still he needed time to think.

Annie's job was to clean the garden, and the kitchen and the throne room and the halls. She didn't know what to do. She bit her lower lip and then wondered. she got dressed ,, walking out of the quarters she was in and began to walk toward the cleaning room, to get the supplies she needs. She put her hands on the knob opening getting a rag and then closing the door. She hated how she was now this... poor person, doing what people say. She used to be a Princess. Now. THis?? She sighed and bit her lower lip and then decided to go in the throne room she knelt and put the bucket of soapy water down and put the rag in there ,making sure no extra water and scrubbing the floor. She won't listen to this one guy cause he keeps.... how is this a better way to say it. RUDE to her!