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Cantarella

Cantarella

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6 Princes all have an arranged marriage, but will they actually fall in love? Or will they fall in love with another's arranged marriage? (all the character slots are taken)

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Yuki Touya was asleep lying in the grass that was in the garden that was next to her house. She was lying on her side with her hair sprawled out across the ground. She woke up from a loud bird call then opened her eyes and blinked. "I fell asleep again....." she said quietly to herself as she sat up. She stretched her arms out above her head and yawned. Over to the right of her were some white roses that she had picked earlier before she fell asleep, and in her lap lied her small black cat named Amu that was curled up into a small black ball. Once Amu woke up she lifted her head and looked up at Yuki and meowed softly.

"Yuki!" came the voice of Yuki's mother from the direction of her house. "Yuki Touya! Hurry up and come over here!" her mother called again. Yuki picked up the white roses that she had picked and stood up. Amu jumped off of Yuki's lap when she stood up. Yuki started walking back to the house with Amu walking next to her. Once she got to her house she found a man that she had never seen before in her life talking with her mother. Behind the man was a horse drawn carriage that was white.

Yuki walked over to her mother and stood beside her. "Mother, who is this?" she asked her mother quietly. "Stand tall and straight, Yuki." was Yuki's mother's reply. Yuki stood still, still wondering what was going on. The man looked her over then turned to her mother. "Is this the girl?" he asked. "Yes, her name is Yuki." Yuki's mother replied.

"Well then, we better get going." the man said then looked back over at Yuki. "Follow me." he said then started walking towards the horse drawn carriage. "You can say your goodbyes quickly, and don't forget your stuff." The man went inside the carriage, leaving the door open for Yuki. Yuki turned back to her mother. "What's happening....?" she asked. Her mother didn't say anything but she just grabbed the suitcase that had Yuki's clothes in it and put it in the carriage. She then walked over to Yuki and handed her her violin case. "Goodbye Yuki, please come visit when you can." she said then hugged her once.

Yuki was totally confused but she didn't protest. Over the years of her childhood she had learned that it would be better to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself. She just took the violin case and picked up Amu in her arms. She still had the white roses in her other hand as she walked towards the carriage. She went inside the carriage and the man inside shut the door. While the carriage started heading towards the palace, Yuki watched her home silently as it got smaller and smaller. Once they reached the palace the man opened the door of the carriage and let Yuki get out. "Welcome to your new home." the man said as he grabbed Yuki's suitcase and took it out of the carriage

My new.... home....?

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"Master Wiley?" He could hear the voice, yet it sounded so far away. Was he dreaming? "Master Wiley?" Light filled his parted lids as the voice sounded much closer. Where was he? "Master Wiley! It's time to wake up, sir." He opened his eyes to see the eyes of the maid. That's right, he was at Cantarella Palace. Here he would meet his future wife. Tch.

"I'm up, you can leave now." He ordered her. She gave a swift bow and hurried out of the room, leaving Brayden by himself. He sat up, looking around at the rather bland chamber. Sure it was big, but didn't this place know how to decorate!? He sighed as he slipped from under the covers, walking over to the window and opening it up to see the warm morning greet him. Not even a morning like that could cheer him up.

His tail swished back and forth as he over to his clothes chest, digging out clothes. He had to look his best for his wife after all. He changed from his night clothes and into his wear for the day. Nothing to extravagant, as he didn't want to think he'd spoil her. He ran his hands through his hair and followed the maid out of his room.

The maidens were to arrive a little before lunch so he had some time to kill. His first stop was the dining hall for breakfast. There he hearty breakfast, despite his small frame, the kid loved food. He left the dining hall for his next stop, the outside. He didn't care what practices and other inconvenience he had today, he was going to relax before they came, rather anyone liked it or not. He went outside to the river that stretched below the draw bridge. There he sat as he watched the fish swim.

In what seemed like minutes, it had turned to hours. He was snapped out of his 'la la land' by the sound of a carriage coming over the bridge. He looked up to the blinding white carriage, followed by other carriages. Was it lunch time already? He sighed as he made his way back up to the palace, giving a sheepish look as he saw that the carriages had beaten him there. He knew the princes were supposed to greet them as they exited there carriages, but he was late.

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Any other person in a carriage would swoon with it while traveling, perhaps enjoy the view from outside the curtains, and relax while the journey took place. It was the horses that were supposed to be laboring after all, not yourself. But here, in this particular carriage, the fourth one in a line of six as a matter of fact, resided one such person that did not swoon with the carriage rocking side to side, and she was quite awake.

Viona was always like that, if she was awake, she was fully coherant and rigid, and if she was tired, then she'd sleep at the proper time and place. To act drowsey was, in her mind, simply ridiculous. For what was the point of being awake otherwise? Moreover, what exactly was the point of her arriving in a carriage? She could have used a portal to get her much faster. The formalities of oryalty apparently, oh joy, wasn't her arranged marriage supposed to be to a magic user in the first place anyway? Surely he would have understood. No use in brooding over it, however much she did enjoy brooding....

And so Viona sat with one leg crossed over the other in a dress that she could comfortably move around in, or more importantly combat in. Though it was expected that no such thing was going to be taking place. She used what little light there was in the carriage to read, a stirring tale of three kingdoms at war. So far the book was quite good, although rather than reading it, she found herself daydreaming occurences that could happen in the book, as opposed to actually reading it thoroughly like a regular bookworm. At the moment an epic battle was taking place in her mind, but it was cut short by the quick stop of the carriage. They had arrived.

The carriage doors swung open, and light nearly made her want to gouge her eyes out. The sun was not entirely to blame, she realized this as she stepped out, it was the castle who had to be the major culprit, for it was pure white, and seemed to generate light from itself. Good gods, how was she going to actually sleep at night?! Viona cupped her eyes until she could force herself to take the sheer brightness of the palace, her eyes ended up being a bit watery, her eyes, which had taken on a purple color from the last spell she had performed. Though they were fading into grey, her natural eye color.

A butler of sorts unloaded her small bag, and was thoroughly suprised at how heavy it was. "Oh, yes it holds much more than it appears to hold, the weight stays relatively the same however, so be careful not to harm yourself...or the bags contents please." She winced as he struggled with it, eventually calling over another to help him. She had winced because of the delicate nature of some of the bag's contents. She had various projects stored in there, arranged in perfect storage condition. Finally tearing her eyes away from the two butlers assisting one another, she gazed at the other girls who were in the same boat as her, so to speak.

They were all so...small, and blonde....and small. Viona dwarfed them, and she looked like she could break them if she so much as bumped into them. These girls looked defenseless in other words, at least the three she had seen so far did. She glanced back at the butlers. They had not gotten very far.

"Perhaps I should simply carry it." Viona took initiative and strode over, picking it up forcefully and bringing a look of suprise to the servants. "Just show me to me room if you will." She spoke politely, but was slightly impatient.

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The carriage rang back and forth, back and forth, and the movement was almost lulling in it's consistancy. The horses' hooves clopped gently against the path leading to the castle. But in the fifth carriage, the unwilling princess wasn't close to sleep.
Wes closed her eyes.
Some may think the movement was soothing; perhaps the silence was a nice break from her usual bustle of everyday life. But it wasn't so. She despised silence. With a PASSION . Wes hummed to herself. It was a small melody from when she was child, and it helped settle the steel weights in her stomach. She wasn't nervous about meeting her... future prince. Gah, how she shuddered at the word! She'd assumed she was free, she was wild, she had the ability to decide her future, her husband, her children. But it had all been ripped away from her. She was dwelling on that fact in the dead silence of the inside of the carriage, and took a deep breath. Waving her hand in front of her face to clear away the dust the sunlight made visable throughout the curtains she'd thrown open at the beginning. She sang too, and let her voice echo back at her through the cabin.
Her sister had been teary-eyed at her bedside. It was only this morning when she'd been informed by her father, his bearded face expressionless. It was only when he hugged her goodbye he'd shown any emotion at all. His face contorted for a moment. It'd almost appeared as if he'd crumpled. Then Westly released her clasped hands from around his large belly, and he'd pulled himself together to see her off with his clear brown eyes following her down the horizon. She'd let her words, whispered into the wind, carry back to him, knowing he would hear.
Remember me...
Because if she came here, she'd be nothing but a trapped rabbit.
Trapped.
So much for optimism, she thought. For some reason, that made her laugh. Her laugh was contagious and it echoed through the tiny cabin and made her smile. Lifting her spirits was enough, and she'd cleared of her dreary mood almost immediately. With a deep breath, she opened the door. A small butler in a fancy silken suit tried to take her suitcase from her. He looked unhappy and rather hot, all dressed up as that. "I've got it," she said to him, brushing back a strand of long red hair before smiling at him gently. He smiled back before he could stop; he caught himself and looked confused, stepping behind her to check if there was more luggage in the carriage. She glanced around at the other princesses, also hoping to get a glimpse of the princes, curious.

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“IRIS!” Was what woke her up. The hearty sound of her dad, echoing in her head, making Iris sit up with a start. She was meant to for the ‘Carriage that will change her life’, the one she’d only heard about this morning, the one that made all her brothers cry. She had slapped them all, telling them to cheer up, and told them she’d send gifts and escape for all their birthdays. That made them cry more, and they’d all fallen asleep in each others arms, and they weren’t woken by her fathers shout, but they got out just out of time. Iris was in the carriage and it was galloping off, and she watched her littlest brother sob in the eldest’s arms, when they all did a bit of sign language that said “Turtle”. It was the only sign they all knew. Iris stuck her tongue out mischievously, and looked on till they turned into tiny dots.

The galloping calmed Iris down, and she fell asleep. Again. She woke up, this time to the driver, who was shaking her shoulder gently to wake her up. “Welcome” he said gently, and took her suitcase, a retro one her mum used to carry, and smiled up at the castle. As soon as she got out, she stole her suitcase and stated spinning in circles.
“Wow... This is gonna be hilariously fun!"

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As Brayden walked up, he took a quick look over of the princesses that had already arrived. They all so petite and small, weak looking creatures. Except one. No, she was lady. Tall with a confident walk, strong as she picked up her suitcases and astounded the butlers. He liked her.

He casually strolled up beside her to match her pace. "Hello. I'd ask to help, but it seems you're plenty strong enough to care for yourself. Very impressive." He said coolly, keeping his tail still and ears up. He was trying not to look cute, but Brayden felt he was cute no matter what he did, so it was hard for him. As he walked beside her, he glanced at the girl spinning in circles.

Fun? Nothing about this was going to be fun. This was a war, a war to get the best mate. You had be serious, calculated, sneaky, otherwise you wouldn't get what you wanted. That girl probably wouldn't make it very far.

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Ignus awoke when his carriage jolted when it went over a pot hole. "Gah!!! What the!" He sat up from his side of the carriage and faced the empty seats infront of him. "This is stupid..." He leaned against the window and watched the fields of green grass rush by as he thought back to three days ago when he was told by his parents about the arrangment.

"No listen son its time you marry and since you haven't done anything to try and get one yourself. Your mother and I have arranged everything for you." His Father the king paced back and forth has his mother just sat in her throne smilling.

"Wait WHAT y-you didn't.." Ignus gained a face of panic.

"Its the law that you be married once your 18 and since you haven't done anything to attempt to be married WE have to do something about it." His father gave a grin that always seemed to make Ignus nervous. "So don't worry we found you a great Princess for you."

His mother stood up and gracefully walked up to him and hugged him. "Don't worry Ignus this girl will melt before your flame. Just remember try and be nice and every thing will go fine."

Another jolt from the carriage brought him back to the present "GAAAAH I hate this hate this hate this hate this!!!! AND CAN THIS DRIVE NOT HIT EVER SINGLE HOLE!!!!" After several minutes of yelleing he finally reclaimed his composure. "Well maybe it won't be so bad maybe she'll be hot."

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Kierel Lightowler, the demon prince, was not fond of Cantarella and its magnificent palace. It was too shiny, too airy, too surrounded by verdant forestry that was filled with life. He supposed it gave him creatures to hunt in the night, though they were never as fun as humans. Kierel had been out all night as usual and when he saw the sun rising his brows drew together in a small frown as he realised that today was the day he would meet his future bride—a young woman he had never met before and whom he would be bound to for the rest of his life.

The idea did not please him. Kierel was never one for doing as he was told.

With a scowl, the teenage prince threw himself into the bed he had been given for his stay at the palace, scrubbing pale slender fingers through his amethyst-purple hair and groaning, burrowing under the covers to hide from the light. The princesses wouldn’t be arriving until midday, he’d heard, so he decided to give himself some time to nap and hide away from the piercing rays of the cursed sun.

The daylight always made him even more bad-tempered than usual. When he was awoken by one of his valets, Kierel muttered a terse thanks and strode away to wash. Despite the importance of the day, he acted with no less vanity than usual—though that was still a fair amount. He threw on his usual attire, clothing entirely black and without embellishment, its simplicity being the key feature. It highlighted his most outstanding feature; his vivid dark purple hair that often fell over his face.

Swinging a zephyr-light cape—also black, of course—over his shoulders and fastening it with a fine silver brooch at the neck, Kierel strode out to meet the carriage carrying his future bride. He was not feeling optimistic: he liked girls plenty but marriage did not appeal to him. It was far too constraining. Above all else, Kierel valued his freedom.

As he strode out onto the steps of the palace, he narrowed his eyes against the infuriating light and looked at the gleaming carriages that had just wound their way into the stretch in front of the carriage. Back ramrod straight, taking regal steps, the prince tried to ignore the pounding headache the sunlight always gave him and strolled out towards the carriages, eager to catch a glimpse of his bride-to-be.

Almost instantly a young woman caught his eye—the pale-haired creature in the third carriage down. Kierel instantly halted, eyeing her like a predator eyeing his prey. Pausing for only a moment, he made his way up to her, noticing that she seemed rather stunned.

“Good afternoon, miss,” he said, politely enough but there was a slightly eerie smile on his face, revealing his gleaming white teeth. His purple eyes were oddly bright. “You seem a little confused.”

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Yuki silently watched Iris run is circles. She then looked at all the other girls that had been brought here. She was holding her violin case with both hands in front of her while she was watching the others. Everyone has different personalities.... she thought. When a boy with purple hair approached her she looked over at him. "I'm not confused..." she said, Yuki's voice was always quiet and soft because she was shy. "Do you know when we are going to be let into the palace...?" she asked. She wanted to know when they would be let in, she wasn't very fond of waiting at the gates of a palace.

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Kierel arched an eyebrow at her claim to not be confused, but didn’t say anything. Most of the princesses-to-be seemed either confused or plain insane, like the one spinning in circles. He smirked towards Iris, appreciating her childlike enthusiasm while hoping that she wasn’t his intended bride. Their two personalities could not be further apart from what he could see.

“You can come in as soon as you like,” he purred at Yuki’s question, stepping back towards the palace. “It is going to be your home for an indefinite period of time, after all. You may as well get used to it.” Suddenly he blinked. “How rude of me,” he said, the words sliding off of his tongue like honey—demons were good at charming others; at pretending to be something they weren’t. “I am Prince Kierel Lightowler. And you might be…?”

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Matthias leaned against his window frame, keeping his face in the shadows and out of the burning sunlight. He watched the young ladies as they emerged from their carriages, and the other princes as they met them. He singled out both the tall, shapely girls. The one with white hair seemed to spark with a magic, and the Red-head looked fiery. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Too bad he could sneak down to the grounds and get a better look. He would have to wait for them to come to him because the sunlight was too much to bother with merely for some girls.
Matt them turned his attention to the princes that were down on the grounds. Ah, so the Daemon had decided to go down and meet his lady, despite the pain the sun caused him. He was luck though, Matt couldn't go out for nearly as long as Kierel could with out starting to go crazy with the pain of it. Kitty-boy was out there as well, talking to the tall pretty girl.

Matt's eyes swept the others, the girl spinning in a circle, the one talking to the Daemon, all pretty, most small and blonde. He sighed and leaned against the sill. Why did he have to do this anyway? He was perfectly fine with being called a womanizer as long as he was having fun. And this castle was like a jail, with all it's windows. He liked his place better. It was more interesting than here. If only his parents had understood and listened when he had said that he didn't need a wife, that he was perfectly fine having all the ladies.

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Yuki sighed once he noted that it would be her home for a while. First of all, she wasn't very fond of huge places and rooms. She was used to staying in small rooms since she had grone up all of her life in a small cottage.
"I'm Yuki Touya. Nice to meet you Kierel Lightowler." she said.

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One servant led the way, while another went to go help another one of the soon to be brides. And Viona fallowed with calm gusto, quite impatient to get her vials out of her bag and set up where they would be safe, safer than tottering in a bag certainly. A boy (for her hardly seemed a man) with cat ears and a tail, a Neko no doubt, came into stride with her, striking conversation through a compliment. Viona was mostly confused with this occurrence. Since she knew her soon to be husband was not in fact a Neko.

How did she know this?

Well, Viona was the head of her house back home. Her mother had passed away, and her father worked, but in her village the families were only as strong as the woman managing them, a matriarchal society if you will. So when people from a kingdom came knocking at her house and demanded a maiden upon threat to the home (for threat was implied) Viona demanded information and details on what was going down. Rest assured, when Viona Nimue demanded something, it was damn well done. Paperwork was dug up, and a transaction was made, rather than a simple half-kidnapping of a female from the house. Viona was aware of who she was getting into a marriage with, and who the other suitors were. The people were interested in first her little sister, a young girl of sixteen, but her sister was already in love. So to speak, in Viona’s opinion the man she fell for was an idiot, but it was her choice none the less; and she would be devastated if she had to marry another. Being secretly a gargantuan softy, Viona could not bare her sister’s sadness, and so offered herself up instead. There were no issues from there, and due to her assertive acting, she had the easiest time out of most girls present in packing her essentials and having things go her way.

One may think, ‘What you Viona?’, ‘Do you not wish to find true love?’, don’t be silly, everyone secretly wished such a thing. But she knew nothing of love, not in that way of course, but what she did know was the love that she had for her family, and people did silly things for those they loved. That much one may at least understand.

“Impressive?...I can’t imagine the sort of women you must be used to if simply being able to carry your own bag is impressive….” Viona realized she must have sounded rude, and it embarrassed her inwardly, but on the outside she was as cool as ever. “But thank you in any case.” There, that should fix her indiscretion sure enough! As confident as she was, she had poor interaction skills in things such as simple and polite conversation. No one could complete mastery over everything, and try as she might; she found people skills to be her bane.

Viona could see his glance from her peripheral vision, “I believe she is your soon to be wife, either her or the other blonde one. In any case it could not hurt to find out. You should go talk to her, she is…full of life no?” Viona sounded a little awkward towards the end of that comment admittedly, but it was a great stride in conversing no less! And Viona was quite proud of it.

By now she had reached the entrance of the castle.

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Brayden gave her a blank star. "Really? You can look at them and then at you, and wonder why you're impressive." He laughed lightly, shaking his head a little. "You must be a silly girl under all those looks." He continued. Once they reached the entrance, he looked at the other Prince, Yuki, and then at Iris. She was right, one of them was his future wife. With his luck, it was the girl twirling in circles. He sighed before he gave Viona one last look. "I would prefer someone strong like you. I've never liked airheads." With that he walked up to the twirling girl. "Um...excuse me?" He was trying to get attention, and he hoped he wouldn't be hit in the process.

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As many of the princesses began to speak with the princes that had emerged, seemingly from the shadows, Westly glanced around. Apparently nobody was coming, so she looked at the butler. Her suitcase in hand, she waved a little to the others before sighing. She'd gotten no information about who was supposed to be her husband before now and had no idea. Perhaps he'd bailed. She would if she could, and wasn't afraid to admit it. It didn't seem the princes had regrets about the deal. They'd probably arranged it! With a growing irritation, Wes stomped up the stairs at the castle. The butler was rushing to catch up with her; she wasn't excited about helping him out too much at the moment. She continued up and started when there was movement in the shadows.
She peered into the shadows of the tier, unafraid. "Lemme guess, you're here to suck my blood, right? Couldn't be much worse than this."
She almost immediately regretted the words. What if they were the overseer of the castle?

[Bad pun intended. Sort of.]

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Kierel attempted to smile but the infernal sun was absolutely killing him. His head pounded wildly and his breaths were short. He’d have to get out of there, and soon. Damn it—he was sure he wasn’t as much of a wimp as the vampire that still hovered around somewhere inside of the gleaming palace they were set to stay at! Demons had an affinity with the night and could survive in the day, but on a sunny day such as this he could hardly stand it. How he longed for the shadowy precipice of his home, the tightly-packed forest rich with creatures to hunt and the thick velvet curtains that blotted out all light.

Somehow he managed to keep the smile plastered on his face even while he blinked stars from his eyes. Ugh.

“Likewise,” he acknowledged her polite greeting. He edged back towards the castle, indicating that she should follow him, hinting rather unsubtly that perhaps she should come inside. Back into the cool, shady interior of the castle where he would be less prone to these headaches. Now, in the night, Kierel was all sensuous strength and sinew—but he could hardly be expected to act so genial when the sun was at its highest point in the sky! He gazed around at the other princesses, wondering which one was destined to be his.

Then he decided he did not care that much. After all, the choices of their parents wasn't the be-all and end-all; he would do just as he pleased.

“Do you have any idea who your intended is?” he asked her as he strolled towards the door, following the butler that had taken her bags. There were butlers and valets swarming the place, it was like some sort of horribly efficient and shiny-shoed army. Kierel had not been told who his own fiancée was to be, which he found an appalling state of affairs. But his parents apparently had known better than try to break the news to him. He would only discover by his own investigations.

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Yuki silently walked towards the castle. "No, I was never told who I would be matched with...." she said. She was kind of curious on the topic, but she wasn't going to go off and try to figure out who she was going to have to be marrying. She wasn't very excited on the whole arranged marriage thing in the first place, since she didn't know one person here in the first place.

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“In that case we are equally ignorant of what is to come,” Kierel said, his mind buzzing with thought. He didn’t doubt that soon they would be informed, but he was impatient to discover. No, he wasn’t keen on the idea of marriage either—it was too restricting; he was too young, too wild, for such a thing—but he was achingly curious to discover who his parents had matched him with. Kierel had a bad case of defiance for defiance’s sake: whomever his parents had chosen for him it was likely he would spurn her for no reason pertaining to her but for mere pig-headedness.

This Yuki girl clearly wasn’t the talkative kind. Kierel stopped in the doorway to the palace and eyed her as she walked towards him, his sharp gaze taking in every detail. She was so tiny, so delicate! She was like a fledgling bird that had just left the nest. The large black feather dangling on a string around his neck buffeted in the slight breeze that travelled through the hallowed halls.

“You may as well make yourself at home, little sparrow,” he said to her—he spoke benevolently, still holding back. The girl seemed very young and rather weak. Of course, after a long journey he supposed she may simply be tired—or famished. “Would you like me to show you to the dining hall?” He held out a hand, encased in a fine black glove. Anything to keep the sun off of him. “Perhaps we can all discover more about each other over lunch. And that goes for all of the princesses-to-be.” His gaze travelled back out towards the other arrivals; he was eager to discover more about them all.

A sneer tugged at his lip as he saw the Neko prince walking up to the twirling girl. Oh, how adorable. They would be quite the match.

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“Hello.” Iris said, to Brayden, quite calmly, and popped her suitcase down before giving a little wave. She peered up at his ears, then his tail and gave a little smile. Looking around, she noticed some princes had popped up from... nowhere really. “It seems the other girls are a lot more... mature than me, I guess. Well, I’d better calm down right?” she continued, laughing. Sighing, she actually wished she was at home, because this was usually the time when she cooked, and without that it felt really weird. Tugging down her hat and straightening her dress, Iris looked to the sky; a nice summers day. That had to be a good omen, right?

Iris looked at the other girls too, and took in that they were almost all talking to someone. Her eyes lit up and showed a buzz of excitement, and she took her sketchbook out from her suitcase, which was quite easy because she left it on top of everything else, along with her pencils and watercolors. She quickly sketched the castle, before tracing over the needed lines with a darker color and rubbed out the old lines. The sketch was quite detailed, but she’d decided to continue later. “This place is really nice; I’m gonna try drawing the whole place.” Iris said quietly, wondering if there is places she can’t go, or hidden areas where she can draw quietly. Her mind settled on the fact that she would explore one day.

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"No, Not at the moment I'm afraid, Red-head." Matt said, taking a step forward so he was half in and half out of the soft embrace of the shadow. He was surprised that this girl had noticed him. Humans didn't usually notice him when he was in the dark. Ah well, he wasn't trying too hard to stay hidden anyway. Matt ran a hand through his hair, studying the red-head closely. "You don't seem happy." He commented. "And I am Matt by the way." He would shake her hand, but it was a foolishly human thing to do, so he kept his left hand in his pocket, and played with the collar of his shirt with the right.

Matt then looked past her, grinning lopsidedly as the butler hurried up, panting and wheezing.It seemed as if Red-head had been in an angry huff, leaving the poor man to drag her stuff. That was uncannily like what he had done his first day at this accursed castle. and he had brought much more stuff, random things that he would never need or use, some of which he had no idea how to use. It wasn't that he was vain or anything, he just needed the clutter. Clutter was good. Clutter was a distraction. That is why all the things he had brought were scattered around his floor at the moment, some of them whirring or buzzing or smoking. It made it cozy.

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After arriving at the castle Ignus saw several other guys and girls moving around "Well at least I;m not the only one stuck in this..." he said aloud with a sigh. Surpisingly he kept to himself sizing up everyone he saw then he the girls "Uh wow they all look amazing." a small blush came across his face but he quickly shoock it off "Focus focus need to say focus all I need to do is figure out which one i am to marry and get it over with." He tried to act like his mother told him and be nice but that was easier said then done for him. If it was up to Ignus he would just rule alone and leave something like love for later but that was not the law of the land.

The young hot head prince picked up the single bag that he managed to pack what he need in and carried it over his shoulder as he was lead to his room. Though Ignus would never admit it to anyone he was nevrous... very nevrous so he grabbed hold of a safe emotion "This is so ANNOYING a waste of my time." He shouted a little louder then he meant to. "Whats the point of this it's not like any of this girls ....could...keep..up with me.." he trailed off at the end of that statment as a girl he could only describe as strong or maybe powerful was better to use but the only thing that mattered was this girl lit a flame in him a small flame but a flame all the same. He found him self staring at the girl known as Viona Nimue. "Wow..." was all he could manage before he dropped his bag out of shock.

He didn't understand it but all he knew is that he need to walk to her and so he did not knowing what to say he knew this would not end well

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"Is there anything you can tell me about my supposed bride-to-be father? I would so enjoy not being totally in the dark," Damien said appear much less eager than he actuallly was. What if he got some kind if silly bride, like a Neko? Those cats were to ridiculous for their good.

His father merely glanced at him, more entranced by the deck of cards in his hand. "I know little more than you do. I've heard she's a Mage, but even that I'm not sure of. Be patient, Damien. You'll find out eventually." Damien let out an annoyed sigh, but left it at that.


"Mr. Grey, the brides-to-be have arrived. You need to go down and greet them," one of the servants said as he entered Damien's room. The Prince looked up from his book and nodded. "I'll be down shortly," Damien said, waving the servant out. "So today I'll meet my soon-to-be wife. How dull." He set his book down, keeping a bored and stoic look on his face. This was promising to be quite a boring experience. All formalities and rigid schedules, not that he particularly minded them. He just didn't have time for such frivolities. Damien was currently working on a very important thesis and really could not be bothered. Such was the life of a royal, he supposed. Giving up one's own dreams to govern a country.

Damien threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before stalking out of his room, keeping up an air of nonchalance. He walked outside and scanned the area outside, noting each prince, princess, and bride-to-be. The magician was decidedly unimpressed. The other princes seemed to be chatting up a few of the girls, one had just arrived. He searched the girls for a Mage. After the talk with his father Damien had asked around and found out that his bride was in fact supposed to be a Mage. 'Might as well introduce myself. She seems to be the no nonsense type,' he thought. Dear God, he wasn't looking foreward to this. Damien walked up to the silver-haired girl, hoping he was right. "Ah, hello. I was wondering if you were a Mage?"

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Once all the princes and princesses had arrived. An announcer went into the area where all of them were. "Will all the princes and the princesses go to the main hall so we can start the meeting?" he said in a loud voice. "We'll be announcing the matches once everyone gets there." The announcer then gestured for all of them to follow and walked to the main hall where a long table surrounded by chairs was.

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"Hi, Matt," Westly smiled, noting he didn't offer his hand; she didn't introduce herself. "I suppose you're one of the princes, then?" She watched as the butler finally caught up, huffing and puffing, and stifled a laugh. There'd only been a few stairs! And she hadn't brought much, just two suitcases. She'd left the rest to her younger sisters. When the announcer came out, he looked rather annoyed as well.
"Will all the princes and the princesses go to the main hall so we can start the meeting? We'll be announcing the matches once everyone gets there."
Wes shrugged and turned to follow, glancing back at Matt. "Come on, Shadow," she called over her shoulder, flashing white teeth. She possessed a certain sense of drive she hadn't felt in a while- and she wanted a little revenge for the "Red-head" nickname.

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The bright morning sun, shinned through, the curtains through the young prince Kiyoshi's room. The sunlight, beaming on his face. His eyes slowly opening, and quickly shutting again, as he rose up. he popped his neck, and pushed the covers off of him. A echo down the hall rang in his ears. Must, be time for that so called meeting, was hoping to be alone, Oh well I guess times moves, and we move with it He told himself, now standing beside his bed. He shook his hair, and walked slowly over towards, his closet, putting on something formal, but to formal. A button up long sleeved black shirt, the collar pushed out, and a pair black slacks, and a pair of black dress shoes. Once Kiyoshi had checked his hair, and made sure he was ready. He made his way down the hall and into the main hall. He lend up against the back part of the wall, and narrowed his eyes. Trying to get a few more moments of shut eye before, his future wife would be at him. Little was on Kiyoshi's mind besides, the whole force marriage, which didn't really go well with him, he knew he would hate it, as he didn't have the social skills needed to be king, let alone be a husband or a father, but he simply went along with him, to make his parents happy. A small sigh came from his lips, as quickly scanned the room, before turning his head, and looking back out the window.

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Re: [OOC] Cantarella

Maybe we could keep it going. Whadda you think?

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well that bites oh well

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Yeah...yeah it is.

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Well that's depressing! :/

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I've seen the other one. She started a now one with out telling us, and said that this one was 'dead' because no-one had posted in a day. The other one is filled up i think...

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I dont know ... you know a message would be helpfull....

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What does 'moved' mean exactly? Was it replicated into another RP or something?

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.....It moved ...hmmm

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Woah, this has been moved?

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I know that's what I'm thinking too XD

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Lol, Yuki and Kiyoshi seem so akward together XD

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XD It's like all silence between Yuki and Kiyoshi.... ha ha ha.

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Oi, today was a little hectic.. But I got my post up, it's a lil' short, but w/e.

This weekend I have marksmanship provincials, then the weekend after, (Get this..) I have to go to... *Dramatic pause*...........

...A ball :/

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Just posted :)

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Awesome. I do a lot of my RPing late at night local time so if I do a stupid feel free to prod me to correct it come morning. XD

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@Unicorn Luv

I was imagining that when she thought "ASS" she would have a look on her face that reflected that thought? XD I can redo his reaction if you want.

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Hmm how to react? And hehe I think Westly is gonna get a little picky about her friends here after this...lol.

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Seiwalo, my character didn't say anything or insult your character.......it was kind of in her mind, and although she will be insulting him sure enough, she didn't do it quite yet.

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Hey, Just thought I'd tell everyone that I havent forgoten about this~

My character's almost done, I'll have her submited in a jiffy!