Once Upon A Time {Arranged Marriage} OPEN!!

[Tianuki]

((Just wondering, do the Elaydon people have to travel over to Avalon? So in that case, would it be travel and then put on masks, get ready, wear appropriate clothing?
Thanks.))

[Komaniac]

((I guess the people of Elyadon just travel after they got ready for the ball. Because otherwise the people of Avalon could easily see who's who... I guess))

[DarkSummerShimmer]

Valisa /princess/ avalon

Valisa looked at him. " i do not wish to make you go if you do not want to. " she responded

[Gypsy&AnimeLuver!<3]

Crystal / Maid / Elaydon
(By the way thts how Crystal looks in her pic)
TActually that's right they get ready then travel putting on the mask when the get out of the carriage so people don't recodnise them)
Crystal smiled and examined herself in the mirror, she went down the hall to the Princess's room. She knckoed on the door, she put on her mask also straightened her cloths . She waited for the door to open giggling and waiting excitedly.

[Komaniac]

This picnic will soon depart
Real life, I'm sad to see you go
I'll miss you with all my heart
But I'd rather be a l o n e
Dreams don't turn to dust



Tyler Black
Knight - 17 - Avalon
Tyler shrugged. "I never said I didnt want to go. I only said I didnt have a reason to go, princess." he replied,looking at her. The guy smiled softly.

[confliction]

Did you know?" KC asked, finishing off his flute of wine. "That all of the princesses in the Elyadon kingdom are not as attractive as the tale goes." He was speaking to Hensley, who was standing at attention next to the prince's seat. "In fact, I think all of them are quite the hags, except for perhaps a certain Roxanne Dawn. Her eyes are quite peculiar." he said, leaning back in the padded chair. The servant merely nodded in response, used to the young man's chatting about nothing in particular. He waved his hand at another servant, motioning for him to clear away the platters in front of the prince.

"Sire, might I remind you that you still have responsibilities of the day to work over. At your father's request." the elderly servant prodded the prince politely, not a step out of line. The prince sighed, ran a hand through his blonde hair, and closed his eyes.

"Father expects me to do everything around here. Why can't he turn to Zerrick for chores, or why not one of my sisters? It's a shame there are only two of us brothers." he complained as he rose from his seat. "But if I must, then I shall. Let's go, Hensley. What are the issues for today?" The servant pulled out a letter from the depths of his sleeve, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"There have been certain robberies and raids by the east border, and you are to make sure those do not continue. Also, the concerns about a new cult in the south needs some attention. The list is quite short today." Hensley said, following the prince out of the grand chamber, and down a plush corridor. KC paused in front of one of the many windows that lined the hall.

"Send two forces out to the east, make sure they find these rouges, and have the leader of this new cult send a letter regarding their ideas. Also, make sure the bakery has made fresh batches of crumpets. That's the most important thing. Do not forget that." he said, his face serious. The servant nodded in response, motioning to two guards and giving them the note he had written on.

"Make sure these go out as planned. You heard the prince." Hensley commanded, nodding and dismissing the lesser servants. Turning back to the prince, he spoke once more. "Your highness, how would you like to spend the rest of the day until the masquerade?" Taking care of the kingdom's problems never took too much time, and the prince often had much of the day to spend frolicking around. Much like today.

"I was thinking, perhaps I should just hang around the ballroom. Make sure everything's going as planned." KC replied with a slight smirk. He was really there to hang about the maids and servants. It was always fun to tease them just a bit.

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Since the Avalon palace was quite a distance away, the court would be leaving at noon. The sky had already darkened, leaving the sun just a faint glow behind the clouds. Bromton had left, at the young prince's command, and returned back to his family for the night. Tristan had a few hours alone. He could practice, perhaps, but the pain in his back had not subsided just yet, and decided not to risk a pulled muscle before the dance. Not that he would dance.. willingly. Of course, there was no doubt that he would be ordered to dance with the princesses of Avalon, but he wouldn't if he didn't need to.

So with the misty weather outside, and his back not in tip-top shape, Tristan was stranded indoors. And like a cat in water, the young prince detested being stuck behinds doors. He really had nothing to do, and had tried to avoid his tutors for the day, but that hadn't worked out. A knock on the wooden door roused him from his aimless thoughts. "Come in." he said, perched on the wooden table in his chamber. A round, middle-aged man waddled into the room, carrying a parcel of old texts in a leather satchel. Tristan inwardly groaned. His tutor had finally come. Badgewicke, was his name. A pot-bellied, greasy fellow who was rather witty. The prince had learned not to defy him, or to ignore him. When the man wanted something, he usually received it.

The next few hours trickled by, leading Tristan into despair, until finally his tutor declared the end of the lesson. With an inward sigh of relief, the young man hurriedly grabbed his cloak, threw it on his shoulders, and stormed out of the palace. Before Bromton had left for the night, Tristan had ordered him to have a carriage ready for his departure at precisely noon. Carriages were already lined up among the gravel, and he quickly spotted his personal carriage near the end of the caravan. Weaving through the dank puddles between the stone and pebbles, the prince slipped quietly into his awaiting carriage, closing the narrow door firmly behind himself.

[peppersdots]

Crystal / Maid / Elaydon
(By the way thts how Crystal looks in her pic)
TActually that's right they get ready then travel putting on the mask when the get out of the carriage so people don't recodnise them)
Crystal smiled and examined herself in the mirror, she went down the hall to the Princess's room. She knckoed on the door, she put on her mask also straightened her cloths . She waited for the door to open giggling and waiting excitedly.

~Arabella, Princess of Elaydon~

Arabella abandoned her quest for the perfect dress momentarily to answer the door. She found behind it Crystal in her beautiful blue gown. "You look amazing," she complimented, before gesturing for her to come in. Arabella examined te dress closely, it was beautiful. "Where did you get this?" she asked. "It's fantastic."

[h.ab.its]

Dimari Carter

Dimari sighed and decided to get up."Christ,where is someone when you need her."She said looking at the crinoline cage and crinoline petticoat sitting upon it."GREAAT!"She muttered looking at it,and picking the dress up carefully.She muttered a few words with a sigh,"When will I escape from this tortuous world??When will my life come to an end and I can be free from the crown,or will it follow me into my afterlife,and I will forever be tied to this devilish curse?!"She asked herself staring into space....."When!".

[DarkSummerShimmer]

This picnic will soon depart
Real life, I'm sad to see you go
I'll miss you with all my heart
But I'd rather be a l o n e
Dreams don't turn to dust



Tyler Black
Knight - 17 - Avalon
Tyler shrugged. "I never said I didnt want to go. I only said I didnt have a reason to go, princess." he replied,looking at her. The guy smiled softly.

Valisa Rose/ Princess/ avalon

" well Sir Tyler i would be honored if you came. But that is your choice. Then again we all will be whereing masks so we will not know who is who sadly. " she said.

[ChibiWolfie]

S a m a n t h a ⋆ B r i d g e w e l l
⊰ "Samuel" Bridgewell when in disguise ⊱
⊰ Head Avalon Knight ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱ ⊰ Nineteen years old ⊱ ⊰ Disguised as a male? [yes] [no] ⊱

Samantha, or Samuel (which she was known as by everyone), exhaled deeply as she patrolled the outskirts of Avalon. She watched the foggy cloud that formed from her mouth rise up into the air then disappear in the early October day. It was quite chilly, and Samuel's nose was turning into a soft pink. She folded her arms across her chest, heavy armor klinking against each other. It was quiet today, nothing out of the ordinary. However, off in the distance, she could hear a commotion. It was in the direction of the tavern, owned by Scarlett. Samuel turned her attention toward the crowd, quickly walking to see what was happening, automatically thinking it was a fight between two rowdy men. It was her duty to protect the citizens of Avalon from any harm, especially since she was head knight. However, knights were only supposed to be males. Never females. It was quite an achievement for Samantha to even be considered to be a knight. It was somewhat shocking that the King couldn't see that Samuel was in fact, a female whose name was actually Samantha rather than Samuel. No one knew of this secret "he" held. Which was exactly why she never considered being in any relationships. How would that even work? She recalled how she had to chop off all of her beautiful, long, brown hair, into a shorter hairstyle, which would be quite shameful for a woman. But not Samantha. She had done it with ease. She had rubbed dirt on her face as well, during the time that she applied to be a knight for Avalon, which she was chosen to be Head Knight.

As she reached the tavern, she could see a group of people, huddled at the entrance. "Move along, move along." Samantha ordered, as the people started to disperse, except for a few people. There was no need for so many people to be huddled over the entrance. For what, though? Her question was answered as she made her way to the entrance door. A public parchment was nailed to the wooden door. "...Harvest Dance... Both kingdoms... Everyone...?" Samantha mumbled, reading the paper with intent eyes. She expected for everyone to be there. A man standing next to her nudged her. "I don't expect ye will be goin', eh, now are ye, Sam?" She looked over to the man who spoke with dark brown eyes. "O' course, I know ye won't. You're always so busy with your life. Why don't ya take a break once in a while? It'll be good for ye." It was Butch, a regular visitor of the tavern. Well known amongst the people as the one who drinks too much alcohol and owes too much debts. His breath smelled of sour ale, which was quite revolting. However, he was actually quite a friendly man, who gave good advice, despite his own life. Samuel pondered his question for a moment before talking. "Who knows?" Samuel replied. She gave him a friendly smile, and then turned and walked away. Take a break, huh? She thought.

⊰ Sorry for the delayed post when everyone already started. xD Feel free to bump into my character. c: (I probably won't write as much as this in the future... I could have written more, but I thought it would be too much. xD) ⊱