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Nov 21, 2015 21:04:37 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 21:04:37 GMT -6
PROLOUGE:PROPHETIC DREAMS OF THE GUILTY
She was holding his hand. She smiled a sweet smile at him, and he returned it. They walked leisurely through the endless expanse of birght green meadow, flowers of a variety of hues scattered about. A light breeze swept across the meadow.
That was it. Just them walking, in the serene and sacred place.
They stopped on the top of the gentle hill. She gazed over the far-reaching horizon, a motherly sun shining it's rays upon the place. She grinned widely out of the pure bliss she felt.
She loved him. More than she loved anything else. In a different way than a familial bond. He was no brother to her. He was her closest friend, and her suitor.
She turned her head to look at his gentle features. She was greeted by a horrific sight.
His face had become hollow, his eyes soulless. He was nothing more than a shell. No warmth radiated from him, and his hand felt stiff as a rock in hers.
She tried to pull her hand back, but couldn't. She pulled, but it wouldn't budge. Then the shell's face turned, and those soulless, lifeless eyes stared through her, and yet into him simultaneously. Then it spoke.
It was in his voice, but it was completely void of any emotion of life, as if he were blank monotone monstrosity.
"This is your fault. It's your fault. Your fault. PRINCESS."
She screamed. A scream of pure fright. She gaped in horror.
Hot tears flowed forth from her eyes. Despair had formed a knot in her chest, and a well of guilt had pooled in her heart. But the trouble was, she possessed not the faintest clue as to what she'd done. She sobbed, and cried. Sniffling greif and sadness as her fantasy land faded away.
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Nov 23, 2015 19:36:36 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 19:36:36 GMT -6
CHAPTER ONE
Princess of the Kingdom of Flowers
She jolted awake, an electric shock flowing through her.
She rubbed her eye, trying to wake up.
She threw off her velvety frilled blanket. She couldn't say she loved the thing. It was better suited to her older sister's taste than hers. Meaning it was slightly too girly.
She didn't dislike pink, aimbows, unicorns, and the stereotypical "girl" stuff.Shr wasn't certain as to the definite reason she held for being lukewarm towards them. Besides her disdain for stereotypes.
She always left the answer at it made herfeel weak, as women were often portrayed. It didn't help that she was the chosen princess to inherit the throne.
Besides her heritage being the possible root of her distaste of enjoying most femininely stereotypical things, it also resulted in her sister's constant badgering and hatred for her.
She didn't actually believe he sister hated her, but rather was envious of her selection.
Sometimes she even wished she coukd give her position up to her sister.
Her mother was really overprotective. She had been ever since their father had died in the war when she was younger.
Firstly, she'd never left the castle until 3 years ago. Although her mother said she would one day tour her around the kingdom, she always ambiguously said that it would happen when she grew up. Which was a way of telling her that if her mother had her way, then she'd be confined to the kingdom, or worse yet, the catle for the entirety of her life.
She sighed.
She changed from her night gown and pulled on some jeans for today, feeling particularly rebellious.
She gazed at herself in the mirror.
Most would call her the image of a innocent young girl. A great contrast to her friend Roxie's image. Her flowing black hair reached to the upper midsection of her back. Her bangs were cut short, only covering half her forehead.
Her skin was a lovely transtion between light tan and ghostly pale. Never having a certain complexion either way. She was blissfully acne and blemish free.
Her eyes were the only actual difference from any regular human. Stranely, it was just as uncommon in their quaint kingdom.
Her eyes were a light pink. Piercing and fierce. She refused to be seen as any other way.
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Nov 24, 2015 19:55:47 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 19:55:47 GMT -6
Before exiting her lavish room made of beige stone, she stopped by her nightsnad, made of a nice oak texture.
She takes off an item that resembles a corsage. In an ancient tongur, it had a strsnge name, that roughly translates to english as "Akathori". It was once a great decoration suitors would bestow upon their lovers.
Later it was harnessed to use as a weapon.
She always wore it on her left wrist.
It had a green bracelet and a elegant pink lotus flower on top.
She adorned the accesory and exited her room.
She walked down the many stairs to the hallway. She strided past doors and the ballroom, arriving at the foyer and living room.
She stepped down the grand staircsse, centered in the room and was about the exit the front door of the castle casually when...
"ROSALINA!!!!!!"
Ugggghhh. Normally she'd leave easily. But on occasion her mother would attempt to confinr her to the castle to learn about her future Queenly duties.
Rosalina turned, planning fully to ignore her mother.
"Where do you thibk you're going Rosie?"
She heard the voice and turned behind her. It was her sister.
Although they shared blood and black hair, that's where their similarities ceased. Her sister carried herself in a noble way, acting feminine. It was truly a wonder why she hadn't been chosen as the princess heir. Besides how incompotent she would be at the role.
Rosalina grimaced."You're not allowedto call md that. You may be my sister, but NOONE is allowed to call me that."
Her dister returned the look with a smug satisfaction. " Fine. Dearest sister, Mother would like to speak eith you."
"I'm not in the mood. Cover for me?"
Her sister just chuckled amusedly. "As if. Come on. Let's get this over with."
Rosalina sighed. She really didn't want to be late, but she had bo choice it seemed.
Ramonda grabbed Rosalina by the arm and gyided her to the dining hall.
There was a tsble set for them, their Mother already seated at one end.
For large occasions, a large chamber was used, but for regular days, a smaller room with a regulsrly retangular spruce table carved eith intricate gloral designs was used. Including family breakfast.
Rosalina sat in her chair opposite of Ramonda on one of the li9ng sides of the table.
She used her fork to pcik up one of the pieces of scrambled egg and put it in her mouth.
Her mother was going to try to appeal to her. Sice the breakfast was so simplistic, consisting of eggs, bacon, and sausage, just the way Rosalina preferred it.
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Nov 24, 2015 20:18:51 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 20:18:51 GMT -6
"You can't keep running off to toy eith thise friends of yours. You're the chisen princess of this Kingdom. And Don't pretend to think I don't kniw ehat you're doing with them young lady.
Battling those with ill-intent is a great service to the universe,yes. However, it is not one to be performed by my daughter. Noe, about today. Today, we're going to discuss and schedule a date to interview potential candidates for the throne."
Rosalina gripped her fork tightly. Althouh she had enjoyed the breakfast, she felt as if she'd be sick. She stood up, knocking the fork out of her hand.
She slammed her hands into the wood. "We are NOT going to audition people to have an arranged marriage. And if I don't fight, who will!?" Rosalna shouted at her mother.
Her mother glowered at her. Nevertheless, she maintained her composure.
"Rosalina. I am tired of this nonsense. You are the heir of the throne of the Kingdom of Flowers. And as heir, you cannot marry and outsider. You're sinply lucky that you were born in this day and age. In which-"
Raosalina finished the sentence for her."In which only the flower kingdom remains of the three great Kingdoms of Ole."
Her mother shook her head in disdain. "You will marry the correct suitor. One chosen as a worthy candidste to inherit the throne along your side. It will not be that earth boy. Yes, he isn't a ruffian, but you must marry within the kingdom to sustain our bloodline. Now go upstairs and dress in something,her mother paused, eying Rosalina's denim blue jeans."Ladylike." She finished.
Rosalina sinply stared at her for a moment. "No. I have other arrangements already made for today.And a 'lady' should never disappoint one of those she holds in high regard." Rosalina said, mocking her mother.
Her mother stood from her seat. "You are NOT going to see thst boy! You are staying right here, Rosalina!"Rosalina!"
Rosalina ignored her.
She was out the door before her mother could call any of the guards to retrieve her. They couldn't contain her with an army now. Not if they tried.
She made her way into the forest adjacent to the Expansive meadow the kingdom was set in.
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Dec 1, 2015 21:42:25 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 21:42:25 GMT -6
She saw from the bottom of the grassy green hill that he was,indeed, already waiting for her at the zenith of the hill, under the expansive tree which sported wintery dark-green leaves. No matter where either of them searched, they could never seem to uncover the origin or any information about the mysterious hilltop tree. All she knew was that it was her favorite spot within thr kingdom's borders.
She climbed the gradual slope.
He was gazing over the steep rocky cliff a few yards from the tree and it's shade from the almost-summer sun.
As she ascended, Rosalina inspected him withher eyes, analyzing her friend foremost and boyfriend.
He was white skinned as cold be. Not necessarily pale as a ghost, but moreover like a base for light caucasians. His frame wasn't small, nor was it hulki, rather it was an average one. He wasn't as muscley or toned as James or Wizdin, but that didn't matter. She knew he sported no impressive abs of any sort, only a flat chest, bare,but not unfit.
He was wearing a plain yellow tee shirt, bringing out his skin more. He too was donning blue jeans. His brown hair rustled slightly in the gentle breeze washing over the land. She smiled. Austin was her knight in shining armor. No matter if he wasn't the most charming or strongest or brawniest, he was himself, and that was what mattered to her.
Rosalina smiled as he turned, noticing her presence.
She entered the shaded area and sat, lying back on the tree's firm trunk.
"Sorry I'm late." She said facing him.
He nodded. "Your mom again? Maybe you should try to make amends with her." He said this looking into her eyes with genuine concern and nothi less.
Rosalina sighed. She realized that it was true that she should at least attempt to become acquainted with the criteria of her future, but she hated thinking about it. She replied,"I know. It's just that, she wants to arrange.... suitor interviews. I know she wants to keep the bloodline preserved, our family has ruled the kingdom since almost when it was founded. Only two other families possessed the throne before us, and our reign has lasted alot linger than either of theirs." She looked down at he legs, unstrecthed on the grass, giving her pleasant sensations of nature and serenity."I just wish, she wouldn't limit my options." Rosalina blushed lightly. She loved Austin truly with all her heart. Theirs was a love true and pure,untainted by any evil or vile thing they had slayed together. That didn't,however, mean she wanted to imply that they would marry. It just sounded strange to set in stone both of their futures in such a way, despite it being the most likely outcome.
"Hey. I know. "He said, lifting her chin up to meet his dark green eyes as he smiled at her reassuringly. "We'll get her to come around eventually. Evrn if she dictates your life, she can't determine with whom your live will lay."
She smiled in return.
They interlaced their hands, his skin was warm. Not cold or terribly hot,but an inbetween undescribable by any term but warm.
They looked over at what lay beyond the cliff. There lay an outstrecthing plains, everlastingly expansive towards the horizon.
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