Royal Engagements {Paused/Open}

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
Age--20
Gender--Male
tags--Nicholas

Marcel grunts, "Gwildor, huh? Nice place. I'm from Eyebia." He examines the other princes face, studying each groove and sin cell. He eventually stops, deciding he wasn't someone to worry about. He relaxes, becoming much less tense as his hackles lower. He shrugs. "You seem like an alright guy. But relax, it's not like we're trying to know someone for what they want to show people. I personally wanna know someone for how they act when they aren't ruling. But I doubt anyone here is gong to act like that....So I have little to no interest in this whole arrangement. Oh speaking of which what do you think about this?"
Marcel loves to talk. Mostly ranting and complaining. But conversations are his favorite. Once he starts theres no stopping unless he gets bored or upset.

[8_Stars_8]

Thea jumped a bit when she heard Marcel yelling. She turned red in the cheeks. She wasn't sure how she felt about Marcel already. He was loud and seemed a bit cocky. She raises an eyebrow and slows down. She didn't realize how fast she was going. Was it improper to walk up to them? Her mother always taught her that a gentleman should approach a lady if he wishes to talk with her. She supposed she would take Marcel's advice to slow down, and let it come naturally.

She worried about how they may react by her presence. Nearly everyone in her region had heard of the princess who was hidden away. Nobody had ever seen any pictures of her and it intrigued many people about who she was, what she was like, and how she looked and acted. She smiles at Nicholas, seeing that he understood that Marcel was a bit over-the-top.

She suddenly realized how fast her heart was pounding. She ought to walk to the garden. She figured she'd be spending a lot of time there anyways. She walks to the garden. The sunlight immediately hits her, and glints off her pale skin. The country she was from was known for having a colder climate, and more limited amounts of sun, therefore she enjoyed it while it lasted. She begins to walk through the gardens.

[ewie]

Marcel Wittaker
Age--20
Gender--Male
tags--Nicholas

He laughs a little and smiles finally. "She seems nice. You should go talk to her." He smiles and says in an almost serious, but joking tone. "Proper and Hurriedness always go together don't ya think, Nick? Mind if I call you Nick? Great. So what're you gonna be up to? Hey I heard there's supposed to be a feast it sounds awesome. Hey could you also do me a favor?" He jumps from topic to topic, asking a lot of questions and giving himself half the answers. He looks excited, but also like he's trying to look calm and bored, obviously failing.

[Consulting_Angel]

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

"Yes. Gwildor is a nice place, have you visited? I heard Eyebia is a lovely place as well." Nicholas replied, rather glad that Marcel seemed to at least know of his kingdom. While he hadn't visited Eyebia, he had heard that the kingdom was nice to visit, so he definitely hoped to do so in the future.
He noticed how Marcel was starting at him, and so he felt a little awkward, but he didn't let it damage his composure. After all, he knew being under intense scrutiny - even if not quite so up close and personal like with Marcel right now - was going to happen to him anyway. Nicholas tilted his head slightly to one side while Marcel spoke, listening carefully, and he waited until the other prince had finished talking and asked his question, before speaking. At first, he was a little confused. "I am relaxed." Nicholas said. Did he not seem relaxed? He knew that he was proper, held a formal posture constantly and a good composure, but he still considered himself relaxed. Then, he answered the question. "I think it'll be a good opportunity for some personal development and to learn about other royals, like yourself. It'll be good for keeping the peace treaties intact and form solid bonds between the kingdoms." Nicholas said.

Then, he paused a little. "Perhaps later, after this conversation." Nicholas replied, though he disagreed with the suggestion that Proper and Hurriedness went together... and also the nickname. "I would prefer Nicholas..." he added, though he figured that there was probably no point in saying that. There were a lot of questions, but Nicholas took them in stride and answered each one calmly. "I'm probably going to introduce myself to the others, if I can before the feast, and then maybe read for a while. And... what might that favor be?"

[ewie]

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

Marcel listens to the answers and then suddenly he turns serious, "Please don't let anyone get too close to my sister, Genevieve. She is emotionally vulnerable and I don't want her making big decisions on the first night...." He looks....almost scared......but he quickly hides it. He regains his posture, fixing his hair again. He looks at Nicholas, hoping for the answer to have a positive outcome

[hysteria.]

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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; thea

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➢ Gen stood in her room, frowning at her reflection. Despite not being one for vanity, she just really could not get her hair to cooperate. With a final frustrated huff, she gave up and scooped the whole mess back into a ponytail. A loud pounding on her door nearly made her jump out of her skin and yell some obscenity or another back at her brother. Gen often bore Marcel's impatience and relentless energy with a shrug and a laugh, she was particularly nervous today - for supposedly today she'd meet her future partner. Deciding Marcel probably had a point however, Gen quickly pulled on some shoes and headed out into the fray.

Immediately she could tell not everyone was there, but her brother had already found some poor soul to accost with his persistent questions and comments. With a small smile to herself, Gen saw another girl whisk past everyone and away into the gardens. A small voice told Gen that the other girl most likely didn't want company... but when had that ever stopped her before? Having made her mind up, the princess hurried after the young lady through the gardens until she finally came within speaking distance. Pausing for a moment, Genevieve smiled to herself as she saw the other princess practically basking in the sun like a cat in summertime. "Excuse me!", Gen called out to her, quickening her pace. "Hi, my name's Genevieve, beautiful day, huh? Such a lovely kingdom this, isn't it? Bit of a strange situation I suppose, but...", she trailed off as she caught herself dominating the conversation as she often did. With a self-deprecating laugh and tucking a stray curl behind her ear, she said, "Sorry, must've come off a little strong there, what was your name?"

[ewie]

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

Marcel glances over and sees Genevieve hurry off, he starts after her, but sees he's going to the other princess. He stops, giving a worried and frustrated huff realizing she could handle this. Though he knows it would be a different story if there was a prince following. He starts to shift uncomfortably having his sister away from his protection. back at their home he only left when he went to disappear into town. The prince would disappear for months before returning, covered in dirt and filth, several stolen items in his possession, mostly fruit. He keeps glancing in the direction his sister went, continuing to shift. He looks back at the other prince, "Please...?"

[Consulting_Angel]

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

He blinked a couple of times at the request, though spotting a princess leaving the room that they were stood near and walking off down the corridor, Nicholas guessed that she was Genevieve. He wasn't too sure if that was something he could control - not that he would want to control that. He was sure the princess could handle herself well. "I... could try?" Nicholas replied, sounding somewhat uncertain. But, seeing how serious and almost scared Marcel looked in that moment, Nicholas gave a slight nod. "I can help keep an eye on her, if you would like."

[ewie]

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

Marcel sighs in relief, his expression relaxing, gratefully...."Thank you..." He sounds genuinely thankful. He smiles at Nicholas. "Thanks, Nick..." His eyes shine merrily, looking at Nicholas. He hesitates, almost looking like he was going to hug Nicholas, but quickly stops himself, blushing faintly realizing what he was going to do. His impulses are out of control. He's so used to hugging Gen when she agrees to doing a favor for him, that not hugging someone feels unnatural and wrong

[Squirrelstar123]

|| Phoebe Castillo | Female | Twenty | Supporter | Location; Her Chambers | Tags; Open ||

Phoebe had been pleasantly impressed so far by the looks of her new home for the next year. While she would be surrounded by strangers, as least the comfortable lifestyle she knew was there here. In her bed chambers, the princess was settling down and unpacking her things into the barren room. She sat a temporary empty white glass vase on the dresser. It had a gilded gold rim and a floral design wrapping around it rest. Then she put a few books down on the bedstand with a photograph of her family next to it. She had a few writing utensils in the desk and a hard covered dark blue journal next to that. Following that, the princess put her clothing and jewelery away. Phoebe decided she would wait to out the rest of the stuff away until later since she was sure everyone else was probably done unpacking, or didn't unpack at all yet.

With a glance in the mirror to make sure she still looked put together, the princess took a deep breath and prepared herself to have a chance to meet the others. She remembered why she was here in the first place and even if Phoebe didn't think she was ready, there was no harm of making friends for right now. If there wasn't any friends, she knew she would get lonely fast since she was used to having people around her. Phoebe walked over to the door and paused before turning the handle and exiting into the hallway. The princess put a soft smile on her face and glided down the hallway to see if she could find anyone to make friends with.