Sheng-rong Bai
" Rui-ling, I am going to murder you.." The princess muttered in a rather annoyed tone though she didn't sound too believable as a yawn punctuated her sleepy and quiet voice. Sheng-rong made a grab for the covers, her head still buried under her pillow, but her skin didn't contact the comfortably soft material which caused ehr to sit upright and shoot a glare with dark brown eyes that seemed to be filled with hatred at the moment. But the glare lessened as she brought a pale hand up to cover her eyes, the bright sunlight streaming in from the window was rather blinding after all. " I hate you," the younger Chinese woman murmured as she forced her eyes to acclimate to the light and she gripped one of the many pillows with both hands before whipping it across the room toward her advisor. Of course, it missed and hit the wall. Of course.
Though, as always, the princess got up out of her enormous bed to look at the clothing Rui-ling had chosen for her. Once again her advisor had chosen a rather nice outfit for Sheng-rong to wear. Casual enough for comfort but yet managing to appear semi-formal enough to meet her future husband. Ew, husband. The princess was obviously against this decision, not that she actually made it well-known to anyone other than her brother.
With this thought in mind she set about to changing from her sleepwear, an above-the-knee-length silken nightgown which was a pale blue in colour and just barely passed as acceptable to be worn around the palace, to the outfit that had been chosen for her. A nice black off-the-shoulder dress that had three-quarter length arms and the skirt tightened around her waist and reached mid-way down her thighs. This was coupled with lovely silver high heels that had four 'gems' to ornately decorate the front and draw gazes. This was quickly joined by a long multi-layered silver necklace, large silver and blue [url=V]earrings[/url] with flower patterns, and the silver ring Sheng-rong had been given in place of what was known as an 'Engagement' ring; which her fiance would have given her.. if their marriage were traditional for Western customs, that is. This was her promise ring, her vow to go through with the marriage lest she be disowned, and proof of her 'acceptance' of this male she had never met.
After having put on the entire outfit, high heels included, the princess strode into her bathroom to stare at the large mirror that literally took up the entire wall where the sink and counter was located. Dark eyes glared narrowly at her straight shoulder length brown hair before she slowly looked down to the long strands of blonde extensions that lay on the counter before her. One by one, minute after minute, Sheng-rong took her time placing them in her hair to allow the brown and blonde locks to interweave and cascade down her back and over her shoulders.. Then she moved onto make-up.
It was at this point, as she was powdering the finishing touches on her nose, that the princess remembered Rui-ling's other words. ".. In the meantime, you need to get some papers done.." And she paused in her actions to stare her reflection down, brown eyes rolling before glaring at herself. " Fat chance of that, Ling Ling," Sheng-rong muttered as she placed the sponge into the compact, snapping it shut rather roughly, before setting it down and walking from the bathroom. Another few moments later she exited her bedroom as well, fully intending on finding something to eat before brushing her teeth and completing her tasks for the morning.. or at least the task she had set for herself. Rui-ling's tasks, on the other hand, would be pushed to the back burner once again.
Her steps were quick and calculated, the heels she wore tapping on the hard floor only to be muffled by a carpet and then hitting the bare floor again, as she came upon the kitchen in which Mei-mei was hard at work. Of course, Sheng-rong just walked right in and sat on a stool at the counter, her legs crossed elegantly, as she gazed over at the best cook in all of Xīn huǒ with a cute smile forming on her lips despite her rather mature appearance. The nineteen year old positively adored the royal cook, especially her cooking, and made a point of being nice to her at all times.. even when in a bad mood.
" Mei," Sheng-rong began lightly, tilting her head as she leaned forward in her seat and placed her now crossed arms on the counter before her. " Could you make me some breakfast? Please~" Her dark eyes seemed lighter under the bright lights of the kitchen, especially with the sunlight filtering into the room from the windows, and she could feel her overall mood rise. Mei-mei made the absolute best food ever!
Speaking of food, the princess couldn't help but wonder if her idiot brother had been forced to wake up so early too and if he had eaten yet. Also, knowing him, he'd probably have been fine with the wake-up call anyway.. the weirdo.
" Rui-ling, I am going to murder you.." The princess muttered in a rather annoyed tone though she didn't sound too believable as a yawn punctuated her sleepy and quiet voice. Sheng-rong made a grab for the covers, her head still buried under her pillow, but her skin didn't contact the comfortably soft material which caused ehr to sit upright and shoot a glare with dark brown eyes that seemed to be filled with hatred at the moment. But the glare lessened as she brought a pale hand up to cover her eyes, the bright sunlight streaming in from the window was rather blinding after all. " I hate you," the younger Chinese woman murmured as she forced her eyes to acclimate to the light and she gripped one of the many pillows with both hands before whipping it across the room toward her advisor. Of course, it missed and hit the wall. Of course.
Though, as always, the princess got up out of her enormous bed to look at the clothing Rui-ling had chosen for her. Once again her advisor had chosen a rather nice outfit for Sheng-rong to wear. Casual enough for comfort but yet managing to appear semi-formal enough to meet her future husband. Ew, husband. The princess was obviously against this decision, not that she actually made it well-known to anyone other than her brother.
With this thought in mind she set about to changing from her sleepwear, an above-the-knee-length silken nightgown which was a pale blue in colour and just barely passed as acceptable to be worn around the palace, to the outfit that had been chosen for her. A nice black off-the-shoulder dress that had three-quarter length arms and the skirt tightened around her waist and reached mid-way down her thighs. This was coupled with lovely silver high heels that had four 'gems' to ornately decorate the front and draw gazes. This was quickly joined by a long multi-layered silver necklace, large silver and blue [url=V]earrings[/url] with flower patterns, and the silver ring Sheng-rong had been given in place of what was known as an 'Engagement' ring; which her fiance would have given her.. if their marriage were traditional for Western customs, that is. This was her promise ring, her vow to go through with the marriage lest she be disowned, and proof of her 'acceptance' of this male she had never met.
After having put on the entire outfit, high heels included, the princess strode into her bathroom to stare at the large mirror that literally took up the entire wall where the sink and counter was located. Dark eyes glared narrowly at her straight shoulder length brown hair before she slowly looked down to the long strands of blonde extensions that lay on the counter before her. One by one, minute after minute, Sheng-rong took her time placing them in her hair to allow the brown and blonde locks to interweave and cascade down her back and over her shoulders.. Then she moved onto make-up.
It was at this point, as she was powdering the finishing touches on her nose, that the princess remembered Rui-ling's other words. ".. In the meantime, you need to get some papers done.." And she paused in her actions to stare her reflection down, brown eyes rolling before glaring at herself. " Fat chance of that, Ling Ling," Sheng-rong muttered as she placed the sponge into the compact, snapping it shut rather roughly, before setting it down and walking from the bathroom. Another few moments later she exited her bedroom as well, fully intending on finding something to eat before brushing her teeth and completing her tasks for the morning.. or at least the task she had set for herself. Rui-ling's tasks, on the other hand, would be pushed to the back burner once again.
Her steps were quick and calculated, the heels she wore tapping on the hard floor only to be muffled by a carpet and then hitting the bare floor again, as she came upon the kitchen in which Mei-mei was hard at work. Of course, Sheng-rong just walked right in and sat on a stool at the counter, her legs crossed elegantly, as she gazed over at the best cook in all of Xīn huǒ with a cute smile forming on her lips despite her rather mature appearance. The nineteen year old positively adored the royal cook, especially her cooking, and made a point of being nice to her at all times.. even when in a bad mood.
" Mei," Sheng-rong began lightly, tilting her head as she leaned forward in her seat and placed her now crossed arms on the counter before her. " Could you make me some breakfast? Please~" Her dark eyes seemed lighter under the bright lights of the kitchen, especially with the sunlight filtering into the room from the windows, and she could feel her overall mood rise. Mei-mei made the absolute best food ever!
Speaking of food, the princess couldn't help but wonder if her idiot brother had been forced to wake up so early too and if he had eaten yet. Also, knowing him, he'd probably have been fine with the wake-up call anyway.. the weirdo.