Royal Engagements {Paused/Open}

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G E N E V I E V E
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➢ || female || 20
role; social butterfly
location; palace
tags; nicholas

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➢ Gen nodded, she had a pretty good idea of who Nicholas referred to. Marcel wasn't exactly a low-key kinda guy when it came to causing trouble. At his question, Gen tilted her head as she contemplated her answer. For fun? That wasn't something she had a whole lot of time for, what with her duties on top of keeping her brother alive. "Uh, well I love to play the piano, it always helps me get away from all of this," she said waving a hand, encompassing the lifestyle and pressure that came with being royalty. She smiled, "Although, I do love all the perks that come with it, the parties and balls and gowns - it's hard to complain," she said with a smile. "And yourself? What do you get up to?"

[carotid]

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Mathieu scanned Phoebe's face after he'd suggested they go outside and meet the two who seemed to be enjoying their spar session. He definitely did not want her to be uncomfortable by going out and speaking to them, as he was worried that perhaps one of these two was the cause of her previous anxiety, from when they'd first met in the hallway. He felt a protective inclination towards her. Maybe that was just from meeting her when she seemed anxious, or maybe it was because she was a gorgeous princess who he could very well potentially marry, whether if they decided themselves or if their parents chose for them. He was still unsure if their parents had a say in who married who in the palace, or if it was just a free for all of finding a life partner. No matter what the verdict was, he still felt drawn to Phoebe; her kind demeanor complemented his own, and at the very least, they could be friends in the palace.

His eyes met hers as she finished speaking, and a soft smile fell upon his face. He was about to respond until he noticed Thea's beet red face. Mathieu couldn't stop a laugh from escaping. "They're just sparring, no one will get hurt," he replied to the worrisome princess, amused by the blush that smothered her face. He then directed his next words to Phoebe, turning back to her. "But anyways, Thea seems interested in those two. I think I'd like to meet them too, but I'm not going without you." He didn't realize how his last statement sounded until he already spoke them, and felt a twinge of anxiety- or maybe those were butterflies- in his stomach. He didn't want to come off too strong, but he also didn't want to leave the side of his new friend.

"You go ahead, Thea, we'll be right behind you," he said to the rosy-cheeked princess with a reassuring grin. Perhaps she needed some backup, too, as it seemed she saw someone she really liked. Mathieu wouldn't mind playing the role of wingman!

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Rainier
18|Male|Bisexual
Golden Champion
Tagged: Genevieve

Nicholas looked rather interested to hear this - he rather liked listening to the piano. He also understood how it helped one to get away from the pressures of being royal. He... didn't particularly agree with the perks. Sure, the clothing and social events that came with being royal were nice, but he also liked the bureaucratic side, even if there were some difficult decisions, and could also be rather stressful. But it was his destiny, and he wanted to be as prepared as he could.

"I play the violin. I also... quite enjoy watercolour painting. The precision and care that has to be put into it all is interesting to me." Nicholas replied. He could spend hours on a single painting - though this was in part because he felt it would have to be to his standards. He wished that he'd brought along his watercolours and some canvas... from what he saw of the grounds, he knew that he'd love to spend time painting it. He did have his violin, though.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Desmond

he snorts with laughter. "You can use armour. I will be using a wooden dagger...but I won't wear armour, because I'm not a squishy pillow." He says looking Desmond over, a slight joking tone in his voice.....he smiles and grabs a wooden dagger, about the size of his own......"you may continue to use the sword and armor......we wouldn't want this to be unfair" his eyes gleam, mischievously, already looking over the prince for weak points.
He felt the dagger in his hands, the polished wood feeling....unnatural. but it would do. He hadn't been able to battle against anyone in ages. His father had given up due to the sores and bruises and sometimes cuts he gained..
He enjoyed practicing with his dagger....you never know when you will need it. He noted the princes worry of getting hurt.....and.....decided to....give him some slack....which he never normally did, but the prince was clearly out of shape, and as much as he loved being victorious, it wouldn't make the match any more fun if he beat the prince in one blow.
He lightly punched his arm "But ...I GUESS I could go easy on you. He smirks at the prince before measuring him mentally, grabbing some armour.....felt it's weight, knocked at it before putting it back, searching through the rows before finally bringing over a set and handing it to the prince....
"This armour is light and airy, but strong. It will have to do for now.....with actual weapons, it would tear. But with wood.....a small dent will be the only cause." He notes, in a loose calm tone. He took battle very seriously. And training was no acception. He didn't want to be unfair, and seeing the prince wasn't in Marcel's condition, he decided to go with silver armor for Desmond. It's light and easy to move in. Marcel much preferred iron, as it was easy to move in, but much much heavier.

[Squirrelstar123]

|| Phoebe Castillo | Female | Twenty | Supporter | Location; Palace | Tags; Mathieu & Thea ||

Phoebe watched with intensity as she waited for a reply, noticing the other princess staring outside with a blush. She was curious if what was going through Thea’s thoughts but it only took a few moments for Thea to actually fumble them out. Phoebe nodded in agreement with Mathieu and added while pointing briefly to emphasize her point. “Don’t worry, it’s only play. Look, they aren’t even really using real weapons against each other. At least they look more civilized than my brothers when they spar.” She mused, and her eyes softened as she started thinking back to the time to the many times her brothers would chase each other with the wooden weapons. There may have been times where she and her sisters would join in, acting out a fun scenario or another. Sometimes a war, sometimes prince saving the princess, sometimes Phoebe even pretended to be a mighty evil king that they had to slay. Of course, she would always let them win but not without a small fight.

Mathieu drew her out of memories as he started speaking to her. She blinked a few times and focused on him as he continued to speak. She did agree that Thea looked very interesting in them, probably wanting to meet them rather than just gaze from afar. Mathieu then got her stuck in the ending of his sentence though. One that caused a wave of heat crossing her cheeks caused Phoebe to look away, choosing to fixate in something on the wall as she tried to reason with herself. Surely, Mathieu only meant he didn’t want her to just end up wandering the castle grounds in her own right? Although, she was still a stranger to him and yet he said it so boldly that it made her feel unsure. When he told Thea to go ahead, Phoebe took a deep breath and felt a little guilty. Thea shouldn’t have to go ahead on her own but she wasn’t sure what to say to fix it now. Instead, Phoebe lifted her head and gave Thea a weak but still gentle smile. “It won’t take long.” She said, trying her best to pull herself together and ready to agree to go so Thea would spend less time alone. It was only a shame she didn’t bring her plant book, so she could have something to immerse herself in when she started feeling uncomfortable. Much like she felt earlier but she was hesitant to think that Marcel was a part of that.

(wb a bit at the end section)

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 "𝐃𝐄𝐒" 𝐌𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘
xxxxexplorer • cismale • twenty • bisexual • tags: marcel • location: training grounds

Huffing and showing a slight pout as Marcel teasingly looked him over, lowering the sword in his hand so that the end was hitting the ground and confidently puffing his chest out before responding, honest as he always was "Yeah, yeah, don't mind if I do...but you know, being soft means I'm more adapted to cuddling, so I consider myself quite lucky. I completely understand if you're jealous, Marcy, dear." Shooting a wink before outwardly laughing, the boy listened and observed as his friend babbled about 'unfair' and 'going easy' on him, making a quick 'tch' sound before taking the armor Marcel was holding out and begrudgingly putting it on "Oh, thank you, my gracious prince. I shall forever be grateful." Making his sarcasm and playful nature obvious, Desmond laughed once again and struggled a bit with connecting the awkward armor around his form, something he'd learned from his father long ago, before finally lifting his sword again and looking to Marcel "You know, you have a very professional air about you, doing this...I mean, everything from your stance, to your obvious inclination to a dagger makes you seem quite posh. Prince like, even." Saying this with a smile, being somewhat serious for a brief moment, Desmond took a very stiff stance and placed both hands on his sword before offering a more in-character provocation "Anyways, I'm ready when you are. I'll try my best to hold up to your standards."

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Desmond

he raises his eyebrows and laughs, "Jealous? Why would I be jealous of being..... snuggly." He says the word playfully and with a faked tinge of disgust....at the mention of him acting like a prince, his eyes narrow and he frowns, looking down at Desmond, "That's something you will only see here. I take nothing more seriously then battle. Training is not an excuse..." He turns and steps away from the prince about five feet away. He tosses the dagger across the ground.....and hold his arms out. One foot positioned flat against the others toe, he bows, then pulls up his hood..
"You may strike first" he says a heavy serious tone in his voice.....he wonders what Nicholas would think of this...it....doesn't matter anyway. He probably wouldn't approve. He didn't seem to like ANYTHING the prince did......His parents never approved of him using a dagger instead of something normal like a sword. So...why would Nicholas? Over and over he would have to explain the dagger is easy to use and is less likely to break. It's also much faster and lighter, despite being stronger than some swords. His parents would always compare him to someone of higher standing.....and ......well he hated it....he wasn't them......why should he care? Would.... Nicholas compare him to someone one day.....? No. It's not important right now. Training is the main focus...not.....some kind regal prince....no! He's nothing like you! Shut up!
His cheeks turn a tad bit pink and he flinches. He stands straight and bites the inside of his lip.....

[8_Stars_8]

Name: Thea |Age: 20 |Role: bookworm |tags: marcel & desmond

Thea nods. "O-oh..." She looked a bit flustered, but got over it quickly when Mathieu suggested that they go out and meet the two princes. She was a bit too eager to meet the two, but didn't want to comment as to why. "I'll just...go down there. You don't need to worry about me." She says softly. "You can stay up here if you'd like, Phoebe. I don't mind." She looks between the two and chuckles softly. "It was nice to meet you both." She says. "Besides, I have my books to accompany me." She chuckles, gesturing to the messenger bag that never seemed to leave her side. She waved goodbye and began to move a bit too quickly down the staircase and when she reaches the bottom, pulls out a book. She avidly reads the pages, and barely realizes where she is going. She was reading a romantic fairy tale, and seemed to be almost studying it. She didn't know how to be...attractive. She sighed and rolled her eyes. How was she supposed to attract a suitor, much less a husband? She suddenly stops when she realizes she was right in front of the training grounds. Her parents had her train a bit, so she could protect herself, so she knew a move or two, but nothing near what Marcel or Desmond knew. She watched eagerly as they sparred. She realized how it was like the books about adventure and fantasy. She imagined two swashbuckling pirates or two rogues fighting. It was so fascinating to her.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 "𝐃𝐄𝐒" 𝐌𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘
xxxxexplorer • cismale • twenty • bisexual • tags: marcel • location: training grounds

Laughing and placing one of his hands on his chest as he amusedly listened to Marcel act disgusted, Desmond decided to not further antagonize and instead let himself calm his laughter before returning both hands to his weapon and humming in acknowledgment of his friend's statement "Mmm, I imagine. Glad to see you so passionate about something, and so honest about it, too." Again taking his stance, his signature smile plastered on his face regardless, the boy offered a quick tease before deciding to take this whole exercise seriously for the sake of his friend "You know, I won't pry too much, but I'd be happy to be your confidant for whatever else you have going on inside that head of yours."

Admittedly chuckling a bit as he noted the slight pink twinge on Marcel's face, Desmond observed his opponent's actions as he tossed his dagger to the ground and with little more than a raise of his brow, the boy took quick movement forwards and went to swing the weapon down on Marcel's shoulder, relatively confident in the fact that he'd be beat regardless.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
20/Male/Bisexual
Revolutionary
tags--Desmond

He takes the blow gracefully, rolling his shoulder, shooting a dark mischievous look at the other, before ramming into his side, sliding across the dirt, grabbing his dagger, "A tip, don't aim for the shoulder, though it is a good spot....IF your rival has a weapon as well. But! If my weapon is all the way over here, it won't take long to recover, and grab my weapon. Always go for the weapon first, rid of it, then attack them. If you go for the person, someone else may grab the weapon or yours could be tossed aside."
He speaks like a king, his words bold, clear, and very confident.
Bolting forward, he rolls, causing Desmond to fall. He leaps on top of him, pinning down his sword leg with his knee, and his other arm with his foot. He puts the dagger at the princes throat and looks down at him, his dark curly hair tumbling out of the hood and into his face.....he cracks a smile before standing and helping the prince.
"Would you like to try again...? A king must know how to protect his people....." He stops and huffs, realizing he sounds like his father. " Not that I care. Just advice for you." His cheeks turn pink again, with pride....and embarrassment. What would Nicholas think of that display? He....wasn't exactly wearing the proper attire, but he wouldn't go galavanting and looking like the king in a war, he would certainly be targeted! As an assassin or common folk, he wouldn't be the objective. It's easier to fight this way. Why was he explaining his reasoning to himself? There was no one else who was around to hear....or.....care.....not about this matter......He looks back at the other prince and gives a smile, letting him know his objective is not to hurt, but HELP the other in this area.