[ ♥ ] Vɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛs (starting)

[happy-thump]

[♛] Queen Eleanor Castile Prezaira

Eleanor at first was shocked by the loud noise of Charlie rushing into the hall, then was shocked that he was rushing. She chuckled once he apologized and smiled lovingly at him, "It's quite alright, Sir," she added emphasis on the sir, poking a little fun at his formality.
She turned to her other son, reflecting his cheerful mood back at him, "I'm quite surprised, really. I haven't been early for a long time." She opened up to both Charlie and Archer, "Did you both sleep well?" She did care deeply for her children, and tried to be as much a part of their life as she could, even if that was just asking how their day was.

[rentropy]

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[ nickname ] charlie; shep [ location ] the royal hall
[ age ] twentyfive [ mood ] stressed [ tags ] queen eleanor, archer

xxxxxshep relaxed slightly when it was only his mother who was in the hall, meaning he wasn't terribly late. he greeted his younger brother with a small smile and a dip of his head before returning his attention to the queen. "I slept fine, mum. Thank you for asking," he responded lightly to her question. it wasn't unnatural for the two princes to be the first there, as they were often awake before the rest of their siblings, however, their mother was rarely there before any of her children, and that simply made it more apparent to shep that he was very, very late to brunch that morning.

[Jillyjinx]

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N-N}Zie/Zi | Age}twentythree | tags} Queen, Charlie, Archer

xxxZi looked out the window and noticed the sun had risen, she'd been awake since the crack of dawn. But since she lacked the energy to get up she had just been laying in bed staring at the sky. When the time came her gut told her to get up now or else she'd be late, then again she would always be the last one to show up. Zira threw her blanket aside and slowly got out of bed. Her clothing was already picked by most likely a servant, she never had time to pick what to wear so she'd always have her clothing picked out by a servant. Quickly, she bathed herself, brushed her hair, and lastly put on the dress that had been picked. Finishing up she grabbed a little accessory that had looked good with her look.

xxxPacing, she raced down to the hall where everyone would normally meet in the mornings. She'd trip a few times since she was in a rush but after that, she caught her breath and fixed herself up before bursting through the doors. Zira had noticed only her brothers and mother were present. Which caught her by surprise since her sisters would at least come before her. Walking up to her brothers, and mother, she'd dipped her head then stood straight. "Morning mother, --Charles, Sterling." Zie greeted them, at the same time announce her presence.

[yen.]

[ ♥ ] Allen Blackburn
role; chosen for hearts | tags; none

Allen tore his eyes from the letter, lifting his gaze to look out the carriage window. Before him lay a grand palace, no doubt where the royal family lives. No matter how many times he had heard about it, the building still took Allen's breath away.
"We're here," the driver said curtly, stopping the horses. A voice piped up from beside Allen. "Look, look Al! It's the castle!" He turned to the source; a petite, loud girl who happened to be his younger sister. She had accompanied him for the ride here, after quite a bit of pleading their parents. Allen smiled, his voice soft. "I should get going. It'll be a busy day for me."
"It's such a shame I can't accompany you. I wish I could be engaged to a royal!" she sighed dramatically. Allen didn't have the words to reply to her. He turned away and stepped out of the carriage. Glancing back, he gave a small wave to his sister before it set off again, back home.
Allen was approached by what he assumed was a servant, who led him through the winding mansion halls and to his personal room. Inside were a few people milling about, waiting for him. Upon his arrival, they turned to Allen and straightened up, like he was someone important. Perhaps he was.
"Mister Blackburn, welcome. We're here to touch up your appearance before you meet everyone." The man who had spoken offered a smile, and continued. "I'm Lawrence Silvester, it's a pleasure to meet you." Allen returned the smile. "Why, the pleasure is all mine." He was then instructed to sit, and the fashion designers did their work. The morning continued with Allen receiving a new outfit, small amounts of makeup and a touch up on the hair. He felt somewhat refreshed when they finished, and he was taken once again through the halls. Allen took time to look at the decorations lining the walls. Paintings, plants, and other various things for visual appeal. He never had this many things at home, though he was fairly wealthy.
At last, they arrived at the common room. The servant stayed by the door in case Allen needed anything. Peeking into the space, he was surprised to find it was empty. He walked slowly inside, picking up a book and settling himself in the middle of one of the long couches to wait for the others.

[querencia]

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(twenty five . princess of clubs . tagged; elanor, charle, sterling, zira)

something that sera would never admit was that she loathed mornings with a passion. if there was any way she could just stay in her bed for hours past dawn she would have gladly taken it. but that meant she would be neglecting her duties, besides she would have never been able to relax anyway. her mind would have raced with everything she should have been doing with the time. so, she had woken up before dawn to get dressed and begin her rounds. it was something she chose to do and it calmed her mind. first she went through the castle, checking in the library and the kitchen to see how the prep was going. she would then go to the gardens to check on the appearance of the flowers, the stables to check on the care of the horses (especially her own) before returning for breakfast. she must have taken longer than usual to walk back as she realized she was late, a feeling of panic sparked through her before she quelled it and quickened her pace. today was the day she would meet her suitor and even when she wasn't thinking about it, she opposed the idea. "good morning zira," she said as she entered the hall behind her sister then her gaze went to the rest of her family, "good morning mother, Charles, sterling. I apologize for my lateness, my morning walk took longer than expected today," she finished before making her way to her seat.

[ProspitDreamer]

role: chosen for clubs // tags: Allen
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The castle was much grander then Alaric though it would be. He had seen in many a times from a far distance, the barracks had an open view and were relatively close by in case the knights had been needed. The finery and intricate details were lost to the eye at such a distance though. As the carriage he had been provided pulled up the the main entrance and the driver announced they had a arrived Alaric climbed out and went to go grab his small chest of belongings, only to find a servant had already collected it and was heading into the building. He had chosen to arrive without a companion as none of the other knights had held any interest in seeing the castle and none from his family had been able to make it out, not that he particularly minded. The contact between himself and his family was short and slow letters. He had offered the invitation out of courtesy above all else and to let his mother know about his shift in living location.
Now at the front door a man in what Alaric believed would be a butler uniform greeted him and requested that the knight follow him to his new living quarter where he would get ready. Nodding in agreement and following the surveying Alaric allowed his eyes to roam the halls they passed though, looking at ornate curtains, detailed portraits, and elaborate plant arrangements. His room was similarly decorated, much more decor then he was use to in the barracks with a dozen other warriors. When it came time for the designers and stylists to dress and ready him he found he greatly disliked it being fussed over so much. The clothing wasn't bad, it reminded him of a cross between his dress armor and the outfits he had seen the higher tanking knights were during important visits and meetings., though the constant tweaking and shifting of his clothes was going to slowly drive him mad. The makeup they tried to apply was a different matter entirely, in the end he compromised with the women by agreeing getting his hair trimmed and his beard cleaned up. Once free of their grasp Alaric was lead once again through the halls until coming to his next destination. The room seemed to be a combination greeting room and study, if the shelves of books to go by were anything to go by, what caught his attention of the other man already in the room, another intended for one of the royals if he remembered the letter the queen sent correctly. The man was reading a book, and not wanting to startle him Alaric cleared his throat before offering a greeting. "Ah, Hello. Alaric Richter. Ric if you'd prefer. At your service." He nodded his head in a sort of bow to the other.

[happy-thump]

[♛] Queen Eleanor Castile Prezaira

Eleanor smiled fondly at her daughter, "Good morning, dear. That's quite alright, we all seem to be a little late this morning." She had gone on similar rounds, usually much later than Sera, but recently had not been able to. Her husband insisted that her life not pause because of him, that she didn't miss out on anything just because he was sick. Eleanor had appreciated this, but never wanted to miss any moment her and the King had together. Besides, Seraphina had always gone above and beyond what would be required of her if she was to take the thrown, and the castle did not need two people asking how things were going.
She moved to the table, and sat at her usual spot to the right of the head of the table. Her smile disappeared as she noticed that her husband's place, at the head of the table, was set. Most all of the staff knew not to do this, as it was a reminder to Eleanor that the King could not be there and a part of the family. She took a deep sigh to steady herself, knowing it was probably someone new who didn't know any better. Eleanor had managed to not cry in front of her children thus far, and she had no intention to over a fully set table.

[Jillyjinx]

[ ϡ ]ＺＩＲＡ ＰＲＥＺＡＩＲＡ
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N-N}Zie/Zi | Age}twentythree | tags} Queen, Charlie, Archer, Seraphina

xxxZira turned to see her sister enter the hall, "Morning Seraphina." Zi greeted her older sister. She then listened to her sister greeting her brothers and mother. After that she watched her mother take her seat, pausing for a moment to see who was here she'd noticed that Beatrice was not present. Sighing under her breath, she would walk over to her seat which was on the right side of the table, down right in the middle. A servant came to pull out her seat for her, "Thank you." Zira nodded to the servant and took a seat but pulled the chair closer to the table herself. Hence she did not want to trouble the servant anymore. Whilst sitting there she had noticed her father's side of the table had food, she wondered if the King will join them or was it just a mistake. Zi didn't know to whether feel excited or upset. Either way, she decided to push that thought away and continued to sit there silently. Today I get to meet my arranged husband... Zira had been thinking about that for awhile, she'd been counting down the days and wondering what type of person did her mother choose for her. Since she was the middle child, she wouldn't be surprised if her mother had picked a random boy for her. Sighing once more she turned her head towards her plate, everything set on their table always looked delicious. Because of that, she would always save pieces of bread for the birds whenever she went outside. Zi reached her hand towards the utensils and fiddled with them. Making little clangs now and then.

[universal song]

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
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female | 23 | role: chosen for spades | tags: Allen, Alaric

Autumn marvelled at the towering castle before her. The carriage slowed to a stop and she hopped out, neck craning towards the towers that reached for the sky. It was fascinating and... quite intimidating. Then her siblings smiling faces popped into mind, their teasing and dancing when they found out she was to be married. She had laughed the worry away, then. But now her siblings were not here, they were at home, most likely cooking and cleaning. They'd always made funny jokes when they worked together. Missing them already, she entered the grand doors, her satchel strap clutched in her hands. A servant had tried to snatch it off her, only to be shot a glare and then an apologetic smile a moment later. Already she was getting off to a bad start. She was led through the impossibly large halls to what she was told was her personal room. People were already inside, and then turned to stare at her, like scanning her. Shifting uncomfortably, she took a step back as they seemed to attack her with scents and fabric.

Then she was being led down the halls once more, feeling steamed. She had snapped at the designers more than once as they talked about basically changing her whole appearance. They shook their heads in disappointment but had done what she asked anyways. Allowing them only to trim her hair and put it in a french braid, they had managed to convince her to change her ratty old clothes for new ones. Now she wore a blue skirt that flowed down to her ankles- something she loved but would never admit -and a matching tank-top, both scattered with jewels which she hoped were fake. She hadn't let them put any heavy makeup on her face, just light eyeshadow and she had refused to take of her glasses. It felt weird, but amazing. Snapping back into reality as doors creaked ahead of her, she was put in what looked liked a glorified living room. Two men had already arrived, and she shifted nervously. "Hello. The names Autumn. Autumn Cabella." She said with a strong voice and confidence. Settling on one of the couches, she smiled, eyes focused on the outstanding decor in the room.