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if you travel far enough through the rolling hills of france, you may find a kingdom, tuck
ed away from the rest of society. in this kingdom, the townspeople are all likely to have
the same kalon on their mind; their beloved prince, marius casimir. the prince marius is
just as much popular as he is shrouded around shadowed mystery. the young , handsome
kalon has actually only been seen out of the castle a few times. it is said that marius spe
nds most of his time in his study, reading or writing poetry, or other forms of text. most
of the townsfolk have not even seen their beloved prince before, only going off of stories
that wealthy partygoers have passed down after attending one of his extravagant dances,
telling tales of his charming aura and the pride in his gleaming eyes as he flaunts over his
prized rose garden. to the people of his kingdom, marius casimir was the perfect prince..
but to marius casimir himself, he was anything but.
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quick-witted | intelligent | calm | charming | whimsical | creative | poetic | narcissistic
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marius was a troubled young kalon with a cool, easygoing exterior. he loved reading, esp
ecially poetry, to a point where all he would do some days was read endless poems, lock
ed in his study the entire day. in the time that he doesnt spend reading or writing, marius
is a gardener to be marvelled. his garden is known throughout france as one of the most
well cared for and most aesthetically pleasing in the country. his wonderfully woven writ
ing skills and gardening expertise tends to sometimes get to the young prince's head, mak
ing him a bit narcissistic at times. however, this does not mean marius does not have his
fair share of self-doubt. with his father's passing looming overhead, marius realizes, quite
suddenly, that he has no clue how to run a kingdom, neither does he have interest in doing
so. as this realization overtook his thoughts, the kalon locked himself furthur into the cast
le, only appearing to the public for social events such as ballroom dances or feasts. by then,
he has pulled in enough confidence to successfully socialize with any kalon he meets, chat
ting on about his beloved garden, or the stories and poems he plans to write. on these nights,
the prince marius casimir seems to be a completely different person. he is proud, compass
ionate, and ambitious toward anyone he meets, yet after the party is over, when marius re
treas back to his study or chambers, he takes company and comfort only in his roses or his
novels. marius takes great precautions to ensure the kingdom is unaware of his overly intro
verted actions, unaware that they would likely still love him just the same. ............ xo.............................
ℓικɛƨ..
... ✓ poetry
...... edgar allan poe, shakespeare, ect
... ✓ gardening
... ✓ writing
... ✓ dancing
... ✓ his poetry book
... ✓ instruments
...... piano, violin, harp
∂ιƨℓικɛƨ..
... ☓ economics
... ☓ bugs
... ☓ leading
... ☓ competition
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" we know what we are , but know not what we may be " ..... ━william shakespeare
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it's only natural that marius' parents, the king and queen of the kingdom, were constantly
busy with internal and international affairs alike. as a result, marius rarely was able to sp
eak to his parents, instead spending his time with his personal teacher. his personal teach
er, adonet, was more like a foster parent than a trainer. they were extremely close, and
on more than one occasion, adonet allowed marius to ignore his academic and economic
studies, instead teaching him the arts; dancing, writing, playing instruments, and even gar
dening, marius learned from adonet. when marius' mother passed to a flu that had shook
the entire kingdom, adonet did not require marius to learn anything academic, instead sh
owing marius a space on the castle grounds that he could start his own garden. the two of
them poured their heart and soul into the garden from that point on, creating an area that
felt like a whole other world entirely, and perhaps that was the purpose. when adonet and
marius gardened together, they no longer felt like a prince and his teacher, but instead a
pair of friends; family, even. their garden became the marvel of the kingdom, and even of
the entire country, but marius alone was allowed to take credit, having to leave adonet out
of the praise on account of him being a servant. being the humble kalon that he was, howe
ver, adonet didnt mind, only smiling at marius all the same as the young prince received
praise for his craftmanship. as marius grew to the age of eighteen, the work on their garden
slowed, and instead marius and adonet would lounge on a bench in the middle of their giant
garden, and adonet would read poetry to marius from his beloved, beat up old book. at nine-
teen, marius began writing his own poetry, at first in order to please adonet, though it soon
became one of his favorite hobbies. however, during the winter of marius' nineteenth year,
a sickness spread throughout the kingdom, taking many lives with it, including adonet's own
aging life. heartbroken, marius demanded that the castle give adonet a grand funeral in the
center of their glorious garden. at the site of the funeral, the most if not all the flowers in
their garden were dead due to the shriveling cold of winter. marius felt it was fitting. for
seasons, the prince locked himself in his room, refusing to tend to his wilting garden, and le
aving his poetry and writings to collect dust. one day, however, when he was moping around
his old study, he discovered adonet's beloved book of poetry among scattered papers. smiling,
the prince collected the small, worn out book, tucking it into his coat. afterwards, marius
began to slowly become more active once more, tending to his garden and bringing it back
to its award-winning status, and writing so much his hands would ache each night before bed.
the young kalon always kept adonet's book of poetry on his person, finding comfort and inspi
ration in the shabby object. at twenty two, marius still clung to the book, still tended to his
garden, and continued to write and read poetry. he would not allow himself to neglect his &
adonet's creations ever again, and now considers them his top priority and pride. ......... xo
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" they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape
those who dream only by night. " ....... ━edgar allan poe
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the ballroom chandeliers shined a dull light over the partygoers as they anxiously awaited
the arrival of their beloved prince. the lights dimmed impossibly darker than their neutral
candle-lit tone, as marius descended quickly down the large staircase into the crowd of
excited wealthy citizens. his father had held him back a few moments prior, explaining th
e necessity of dances, and finding a suitable mate among the selection of wealthy young
kalons. however, marius often devoid of romantic attraction when, and it became especia
lly apparent when he confronted the dreamy eyed kalons begging to waltz with him. his
father assured him that he had just not yet found the right kalon, or that he just did not re
alize what love felt like; but marius knew what love felt like. after all, he loved his garden,
and his poetry. he explained as much to his father. still, the king insisted he find a mate,
for the betterment of the kingdom, and to that marius had to reluctantly agree. so again,
for what felt like the millionth time, marius spent the night dancing and chatting lightly
with other kalons his age, starry eyed females and pink-cheeked males, flirting and chat
ting mindlessly, but he still felt no attraction, no love. as he danced, marius continuously
glanced over to his garden through the giant wall-tall windows. on a moment of impulse,
marius snuck away from the party and retreated down a small pathway that lead to a ben
ch area in the garden. as he walked, he pulled out his book of poetry, clearing his throat
quietly as he carefully walked down the path. "shall i compare thee to a summer's day?",
the prince recited from the book, continuing on as he curled up on the metal bench in the
small clearing, "thou art more lovely and more temperate.." he continued on reading soft
ly to himself, until the moon rose higher in the sky and the noise from the nearby ballroom
died down to nothing. he felt much calmer, away from all the adoring, expecting gazes
and fake little grins of wealthy strangers. even as he heard the tell-tale footsteps of an app
roaching servant, marius continued to read gently to himself, until the very last moment th
at the servant spoke up. "sire, your father is looking for you.. im afraid he is not the most
cheerful at the moment". marius expected this, knowing he must have disappointed his fath
er in once more failing to find a suitable partner. but he felt the night only proved that he
was right; he loved his poetry and his garden, much more than he could love any other kalon.
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" unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. " ....... ━emily dickinson
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..................................art credits...............................................................x by littlelies...................................x by me..................................x by me..................................coding by me..................................story by me i wishu adonet didn’t have to heccing die -littlelies
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