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[lady.]

Here is what's going to happen-

*The girls are getting ready in their room for the ball.
*The boys are setting up their equipment on stage.

[khaleesi,]

F e l i c i t y

W h e r e ? Getting ready for that ball.
W i t h ? The ladies
C r u s h ? Erm.....no one
W e a r i n g ? A stupid dress

The comb ran through Felicity's golden hair. The girl sat it on the vanity right next to the pink perfume that would soon be radiating off her soft skin. As she pulled her hair into a beautiful French braid around her head a maid laid out a dress on her bed. Looking at it she grimaced. Walking over to the bathroom grabbing the dress on the way and she changed into it. Coming back it she began to finish her hair and make up. Slipping on her shoes then looking at hr mirror she spoke to herself. "Here goes nothing." Her feet were silent. Her breathing was steady, but her heart racing faster than ever. This was a terrible day. She has to marry a guy that she barely knows, along with her sisters. It is an unfair life. When she became queen this would be solved. Walking down to the kitchen area the cooks bowed. "No you don't have to." Felicity said smiling sitting on a chair. "May I have a coke?" She asked and right up a cup of ice cold coke sat in front of her. "Thank you, Deliah." She smiled and pulled a straw out from a holder and slipped it in and wrapped her red lips around it. Sipping it carefully she saw The cooks going crazy. Then a tiny birthday cake was set in front of her with a lit candle. It was normal for Felicity to visit and be friendly with the staff. They sang happy birthday and she blew it the candle. "Thank you. I truly think I would not be able to live without you guys." She said as one of them hugged her and hugged back.

[chart]

louis w i l l i a m tomlinson ❝doing ; "setting up the equipment on stage." thoughts ; "why am i doing this again?" mood ; "a bit bored and tired."

I huffed, watching the buzz on stage for a moment. It was confusing to me how perfect this had to be to this people. I knew they were princesses and all, but they were still people. I had a sick feeling about tonight. As if something dramatic was bound to happen. But, hey, five guys and five girls set to meet. What isn't dramatic about that?
And to make matters worse, I was to marry I girl I didn't know when I was only twenty, almost twenty-one. This is so crazy, I thought. I suddenly found myself dispising Simon for doing this to us. I couldn't tell how the other boys were feeling, because they were all pretty good at hiding nervousness in public. I tried my best, and I knew I could hide it okay, but I could feel myself shaking. I'd never been so nervous before.
Before too long, I found myself blankly staring into emtpy space full of nothing. I could feel in the pit of my stomach that tonight was going to be a night of forced smiles, laughter, and sillyness. I was going to have to push my personality out, and I hated that. Like an empty toothbrush bottle you have to squeeze every last bit out. I sighed quietly, looking around. I saw a petite, blonde girl sitting by the kitchen, all smiles as the cooks sang to her. If all the girls are like her, I thought. Maybe this won't be totally awful. Maybe I might actually like her.
I almost felt guilty about taking a girl's heart when I didn't know her. It made me nausious to think that my bride-to-be may actually hate my guts, but she wouldn't be able to do anything because she is marrying age and her parents payed for us to be married. When made my head spin furiously. Love is supposed to come naturally and comfortably, not suddenly and forced. It wasn't fair. Not just to the lads and I, but especially to these women. Not only did they have to marry a random man, they had to rule a country. They had to rule a country and pretend they loved the one they were matched with. Maybe... Maybe she won't have to pretend, I hoped, trying to encourage myself to stay strong under this pressure. I came back to reality from my thoughts, looking around the room.

[ingénue]

ɴɪᴀʟʟ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʜᴏʀᴀɴ

mood ;; angry, provoked, anxious.
where ;; on stage.
doing ;; setting up.
with ;; Louis.

Niall wiped his left brow of sweat and then wiping his hand on his black pants. Why on earth would Simon do this to us? was one of the many angered thoughts that rushed around in Niall's head. He let a heavy sigh escape from his pink lips, his face a nice shade of red. "I am too young to get married!" Niall hissed at himself angrily. I don't even know this girl! he growled, his ocean blue eyes focused on the equipment. He looked over at Louis who looked just as nervous and worried as he was, he forced himself to let a small smile curve up his thin lips as he looked at Louis, his eyes full of hope and wonder. He hit his forehead with his hand and rested his head in the palms of his sweaty hands. Ugh, why? he was beginning to displease of Simon's decisions and hitting the stage floor hard with his knuckles, not feeling any of the pain that he should of felt. He walked over to Louis, forcing a fake chuckle but knowing Louis would notice that it was fake. He was trying to lighten up the bad situation.

He noticed the blonde girl sitting in the kitchen. Oh gosh he flattened his eyebrows into a frown, wanting to know if this girl was stuck up or sweet. What if my wife HATES me?! she angrily folded his arms over his chest and looked away from the kitchen, a frown still plastered on his face.

{ Not my best, sorry.

[khaleesi,]

F e l i c i t y

W h e r e ?The kitchen
W i t h ?The kitchen staff
C r u s h ? Erm.....no one
W e a r i n g ? A stupid dress

As she slowly ate her cake and drank her soda, she noticed her sisters betrothed looking at her. Sitting up straight uncomfortably she finished up and did her own dishes before brushing of her black dress and heading into the hall to see the decorations. Felicity couldn't believe she would be walking down an isle on her very in wedding day. Her dress would be brought to her that night or early morning. As the girl headed up the stairs she began to think about her betrothed, Harry. Felicity let a single tear drop. She liked Harry, but not enough to marry him. Not only that, she barely knows him. It was tough being a princess. It wasnt all being pampered and spoiled. It is very hard.

(WB)
(Here is her wedding dress for her wedding day. I will post further details later.)

[new americana.]

{ I won't be adding much colors to this post because of laziness because I'm on mobile. ^^' }

clara la'belle

Clara flashed her green eyes toward the mirror of her pure, frosty white vanity. She let out a soft, silent breath as she ran a comb through her long hair. She was to meet her soon-to-be husband today, and frankly, the girl was a bit nervous. But if anything, she was furious. She couldn't believe her parents would do this to her! Was I really that bad? she thought, scowling as she looked away from her reflection. Yeah, she snuck out a couple times- maybe a bit more than a couple- and she might've done a few things that challenged her parent's authority. Never would she ever think that her mother and father set her up with someone she hasn't met before! It was insane! Why would they do this to her? It's not like she's done anything too terrible! Wincing, she suddenly realized she had been ripping the comb through her hair. She looked back at her reflection, letting out a little groan and tilting her head back. She placed her hands on her face and murmured, "Why me?" She had a feeling her betroved would hate her. That would just be the icing on the cake, hm? Blinking, she frowned at herself before standing from the chair. She stepped toward her bed and glanced at the dress her maid had laid out for her. It was gorgeous, but that didn't make her feel any better. She kept a heavy frown on her face as she stripped down and placed the dress on her body. Looking in the mirror, she took her brush and fixed her hair into something simple. Biting her bottom lip, she took a long look at herself, fixing anything she could. Might as well look the part she'll be playing.

harry styles

Harry moved slowly about the stage, completely lost in his thoughts. It was hard to think that he, along with his four bandmates, would soon become married. And- here's the funny part- they've never met the girls. Heck, he hadn't even seen a picture of her! It would've been nice to atleast see the girl he'd be marrying in just a short time... He'd been so lost in his thoughts he tripped over a prop and stumbled, managing to catch himself before he came tumbling to the ground. The curly haired lad just kind of stood there for a few moments before letting out a hefty sigh and started moving again. His green eyes flickered towards his best friends. Honestly, he didn't know what to say or really what to think. It was just... So unimaginable that they'd gotten into this situation. And Simon's excuse? "It will be good for publicity," Simon had told the group. And Harry had just shook his head and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. A frown appeared on his face as he blinked and looked away from the group, trying to concentrate on what he was setting up. But how could he? It's hard to concentrate on anything now that he has many things to worry about. What if she doesn't like me? What if she's snobby and rude? Thoughts pounded in his head, and he tried unsuccessfully to shake them away.

[winterwonderland.]

❄ ʍǟɛ ❄

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: irritated
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: my room then the
kitchen
ᴡɪᴛʜ: no one
ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ: engaged to liam...
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: an ocean blue dress

The outside wind rattled her windows which would have sent a gust of air and swept up her papers scattered across her room if Mae mistakenly left them open. Mae was generally considered a neat girl, a neat freak if you really wanted to say, and she was precise and detailed with everything. However, she never managed to fix her habit of leaving her photographs and sketches all over the place. At night, Mae would often wake up and underneath her wide open window and sketch the beauty of the night. Sometimes, she would sneak out of the palace in the middle of the night, too, and wander outside the palace grounds with her camera held in the gentle grip of her thin, delicate fingers. Then, Mae would snap pictures of the wildlife, stars, and wherever she explored, really. Once she finally cuddled up in her bed, she would toss the photographs and pages of light shades of pencil marks on the floor and never clean them up until her parents eventually asked the maid to do it. Then, Mae felt bad and ended up shoving thumbtacks into the wall to hang up all the drawings and photographs. Alike her difficulty with cleaning up the haphazard of papers concealing her flooring, Mae could not manage to fix her coffee brown hair flying in every direction. It was her fourth time attempting to tie her hair in a bun. A little while ago, she had settled for a messy bun but even that did not work out. Giving up entirely, Mae let out an agitated breath as she angrily pulled out the bobby pins randomly thrown into her tangled along with the hair tie that took a few seconds to get out. After, she rapidly ran a brush through her hair and decided she really did not care what she would look like.

Sure, Mae was getting married, but it was not by her will. It was by her parent's will, and the fact changed her whole perspective on marriage, something she used to believe was a beautiful fairytale where princesses dressed up in an elegant gowns and fell in love. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort was going to be granted to Mae, even if she could receive almost anything she wanted with the snap of her fingers except love. Well, the slight resemblance to a real wedding was her dress, and it certainly was a sight to look at. Turning away from her mirror, she caught a glimpse at the gorgeous sapphire blue dress lying on her bed. It was obvious that it was gingerly ironed and chosen from the thousands of dresses stored in the palace. Once her gaze landed on the gown, a soft smile appeared on her lips, but it was a sad one. Melancholy from knowing what her duty was and how not even one of Clara's genius ideas could get her out of. But why did she deserve this? Hadn't Mae been quite an angel? Miserably puzzled, she shook her head and reassured herself in a unconvincing mumble, "Just today and a few months on the island. Then, I'll be free." With this feeble attempt at trying to sound brave, Mae changed into her dress and stared in the mirror one last time. There was no point in procrastinating anymore; it was going to happen sooner or later. Therefore, she turned away from her vanity and headed down the palace steps in her silver high heels, causing her to trip once or twice on her way down in the least graceful way possible. Once she got to the bottom of the steps, her gaze swept across the room, and she suddenly felt overwhelmed. She was not near ready, and she knew she would probably have some form of a breakdown without her sisters. Biting her lip, Mae stepped into the kitchen and politely asked the cooks as she had been taught to do for so long, "Can I have some M&Ms from my chocolate stash?" This was a time of crisis, so there was nothing better to do than curl up and eat chocolate from her secret stash reserved for the worst of the worst situations.

[The Blue Steel]

♪ ♫ ♩ Ｈａｒｍｏｎｙ ♪ ♫ ♩

Harmony sighed, she was sitting in the kitchen on the counter, probably something her mother and father wouldn't approve of. She looked around, looking for any signs of her sisters. She couldn't spot any at the moment and didn't want to get up and go look for them. She was a little overwhelmed on the whole marriage deal going on with the five boys of One Direction and the five sisters. She didn't know how it was going to work out, at all. They had never met the boys before, they knew nothing about the boys, and they were all way too young to get married, at least in Harmony's opinion.
She hoped off the counter and walked over to the huge buffet table. She scanned the surface of the table until she found what she had been looking for, grapes. She grabbed a small bunch and ate them, her eyes wandering around from the stage to where the boys were setting up, and then over to her sisters, and everything else in between. She pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder in an attempt to get it out of her face. She tossed the stem, which was now lacking grapes, into the garbage can and then walked back to the kitchen and then noticed Felicity was now there too. She gave her sister a slight smile, not really in the mood to say anything, which was a very uncommon state for her to be in. Today was just a bit too nerve wracking and too much for her to handle.

↪ Ｌｉａｍ ↩

Liam stood next to Niall and Louis. He caught onto Niall's obvious anxious mood. He felt bad for him, and for all of them. Not that the girls weren't great, but no one would know what they were like yet anyway, but because this was not something any of them wanted. No one wanted to be forced into a marriage. Liam, himself was quite a wreck at the moment also. He was the one who was supposed to keep it together and stay calm and collected, but that wasn't what was happening. He looked from Louis to Niall, and then around the stage for Zayn and Harry. He briefly brought a hand up and ran it over his short hair. He moved the tiniest bit, out of nervousness. He looked back at Niall and Louis and asked, "So how are you feeling today, boys?" He tried to lighten the intense mood. He was hoping just to loosen up a bit and calm down. Liam put a hand on Louis' shoulder and smiled a little bit.

[ingénue]

ɴɪᴀʟʟ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʜᴏʀᴀɴ

mood ;; angry, provoked, anxious.
where ;; on stage.
doing ;; setting up.
with ;; Louis.

Niall looked up at Liam who was trying to be nice, "Well, not the best." he responded truthfully. Niall sat on the stage floor, letting a heavy sigh escape from his lips. Maybe this won't be so bad? he thought, trying to comfort himself, his efforts failed and he still felt terrible. Niall rested his elbows on his knees and put his head into the palms of his hands. Ugh. Why am I even doing this? he asked himself, wondering why he'd even let himself do this. I could run away. he said to himself, thinking it was a smart idea but he pushed it away, thinking of Simon. "... I want to punch him!" he stated bluntly, making a punching motion in the air, getting up on his feet and stomping his foot on the stage, making everything clatter and make awful sounds. He grunted, staring at Louis and Liam, seriously, why would he do this? This was more than his usual outburst, he wasn't feeling happy and funny today. "mm.." he huffed, picking up the microphone stand next to him, his eyes knitted in a frown.

{ Not my best, sorry. again. ^^;

[lady.]

☆ p e r s e p h o n e ☆

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mood: slightly annoyed
thoughts: "..why am I doing this?"
whereabouts: in the palace
wearing: a dress

One, two three, one, two, three, one, two, three... Persephone's footsteps left quiet echoes through the empty hallway as she mentally counted. The thoughts of marrying a man she didn't even know, let a alone not even seeing him until tonight, made her slightly queasy int he stomach.. And slightly annoyed in the mind. But since she wasn't one to pout, Persephone was silently rehearsing her dance moves by herself. It was her birthday today, but the worst by all means. She still couldn't get why her parents could do this. In all honesty, Persephone knew she wasn't on her best behavior at times, but she wasn't notorious! The girl sadly stopped dancing and stood there in a moment of silence. Today would be the last day she was to be called single. Actually, no. She was not single, in fact, she was engaged. Letting out a heavy breath, Persephone tucked a piece of her curled her behind her ear and slowly walked towards her room.

Her hand laid itself on her golden doorknob, but she couldn't have the courage to turn it. Inside, there was a white wedding dress waiting for her in her closet. It relieved her to say that she didn't have to wear it until tomorrow. But tomorrow was just so close.. Instead of entering her room, Persephone set her forehead against the wood and closed her eyes. She really hoped that her betrothed wasn't a complete jerk. She heard that they were an international boy band, which baffled her a bit. -wip