♚ ⊱ five crowns.

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[ title ] future king, vipers [ location ] ball [ tagged ] Diego

being the future king of not one but now five kingdoms would be a lot of pressure on anyone. Micah was no exception to this pressure. ever since the day he could remember he knew he was going to be king. he never got to have a normal child hood. he never to go to play with other children in the kingdom. he was heavily guarded at all times. he had only been out of the castle walls a handful of times. micah only been taught one goal, to be king. he never thought about anything else growing up. he never dreamed of anything else. he wanted to be king. he wanted the power that came with it. Micah was power hungry. since the age of ten he had been sitting in on meetings with his father. that was when all the abuse started. if he got one thing wrong he was struck. he had began his fathers punching bag. not many people knew of this and he kept it that way. he made sure his brothers had no idea about any of this for their own protection. he would rather it be him then them. when micah turned fifteen was when he decided he didn't want to wait any longer to become king. that was when he started plotting. he wanted his father dead. he hated his father with every bone in his body. he just wanted him gone. when he father spoke of wanting to take over the other four kingdoms put his plans of murder on hold. why would he want to be king of just one kingdom when he could be king of five?

his father was getting old and weak which meant micah's time to rule was getting closer and closer. the future king was up in his room getting ready for the ball. his servants set out his clothes for him and after bathing and doing his hair he started to get dressed. he slipped on his back pants and buttoned them. next he put on his dress shirt and buttoned all the buttons all the way up. once that was done he put on his shoes on. putting on his green bow tie was the easier thing. most preferred to wear ties much that just wasn't micah's style. micah had perfect vision but he always liked the look of glasses so he wore them anyways. he liked to stand out. with a crown placed on his head making it known he was future king and a sash across him chest he was done and he headed out of his room. he spotted his guards waiting for him down the hall way. "tonight is going to be a wonderful night. who doesn't love a castle filled with girls wanting to marry you?" he said to his brother diego as they walked down the stairs. he would never get use to hearing many footsteps following his everywhere. wherever he went he had at least ten guards behind him. privacy wasn't a thing when you were to be future king. even when he was in his bedroom he had guards posted outside of his door.

when he reached the bottom of the stairs he looked at his brother once more. "maybe we will find you a princess instead of a peasant." he said in a playful tone. the prince never asked his brother straight up if the rumors were true or not because it wasn't any of his business. though Diego being a prince and a slim chance of him ever being king he should have been more careful about who he was seen with because no one wanted a king who slept around. micah made sure all of his affairs were secret and paid his guards and staff heavy money to keep their mouth shut if they saw anything. his younger brother could learn a thing or two from his older brother. Micah stayed by his brothers side and headed toward the ball room. when he reached the door they were pulled open and his arrival was announced. micah walked with his held high and had elegant posture. he always looked his best at all times. he nodded at people who bowed and smiled and talked with family friends. his green eyes glanced around the room taking in all of the beautiful ladies.

micah has always been more close to Diego then any of his other brothers. they were always at each others side. he grabbed a drink from a waiter as they walked by and handed one to his brother. "what do you think about this whole selection thing?" he asked taking a sip of his drink. micah would usually approach a girl first but he figured it would be fun to see if any of them would be confident enough to approach him first.

[haadez_]

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diego had woken up early, a little before the sun rose, one of his many habits. after watching the sun rise,
he had pulled out a blank new canvas and gotten to work. he was sat in his room, the door locked, worki-
ng on a painting of his latest nightmare. unlike most people, diego cherished every natural dream he had,
nightmare or not. they gave him his creativity, which in turn led to most of his paintings, his prized posit-
ions. however, instead of using his brushes on his latest piece, he had used his fingers, which allowed him
to get a messier more frantic style in his art.

a knock on his door broke his concentration. "prince diego, it's time to get ready." a servants voice called,
making the second youngest boy sigh. cleaning his hands off, the boy walks over to his door, unlocking it so
the maids could do their job. as they chose out a pair of black pants, a black shirt and a white, black & gr-
een tie, he easily changes into it, before letting the maids style his hair back with a large amount of gel &
straighten out his messed up collar. as the servants leave, the prince turns back to his painting, brushing a
finger through one of the colors, a small smile breaking out on his face as he looks at his art, before exiting
his room, meeting up with his favorite of all his brothers, micah, as they walked down the stairs. "i'm sure
you love it, there are a lot of hearts to be broken." he teases, in response to his brothers statement.

it was gentle banter when his brother mentioned the rumor doing around about diego, and he couldn't help
but chuckle, wiping a hand across his cheek, smearing the paint he had on his hand across his face without
notice, before shoving them deep into his pant pockets as they walk into the ballroom, micah still close by.

trailing after the eldest brother, the one who had a aura of power around him, the prince, diego, takes the
glass from him with a nod of thanks as micah speaks. "it is not as though my marriage is the most import-
ant of all of ours brother, but, i am glad we get the choice of our brides." he responses, a smile on his
face as he glances around the room, looking at the familiar faces, though he was looking for a few in parti-
cular. "do be sure to not break all of their hearts brother, you do have to marry one of them." he warns,
sipping at his drink. micah had an, interesting, personality, one that scared most people away from him, &
that worries diego greatly, though he doesn't often show it to him

[the 1975]

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⊱zoë stayed in her quaters. its not that she didnt want to be in the shields lovely kingdom, she didnt like socializing with people she didnt know. zo staared out of her window, there was a beautiful mocking jay just in her sight, it had been so still and patient, as if know she was sketching it. she smiled as her hand maiden put her hair up. she was saying something to her but the princess didnt care. she was so captivated with the bird and its beauty. snow had brought her own paints, mostly oils, from her own kingdom, being too shy to ask the vipers for paints if she had decided to leave them. zoë smiled at her hand maiden when she pat her shoulders and called her beautiful. "thank you helga. that will be all." z spoke softly. she sighed when the mocking jay flew away. zo looked down at her painting and frowned slightly. it wasnt finished and to her, unfinished art wasnt art. she stood and sighed. her father would lose his head if he found out she didnt go to the ball, after all, she had to marry one of the princes, preferably diego of course. zo was a little more than she loved him. sure, she never really talked to him in person but he was so artistic and handsome and intelligent. she liked everything about him. wesley was the one she was close with. he was her bestfriend, and he was really cute. she used to love wes when they were children growing up, she smiled at the memory. such good times.

zoë arrived at the ball but like usually she stayed in the back. zo was really shy and didnt have a lot of friends, she stuck with her sister and art. zoë looked around for lyn but didnt spot her. she was sure she was safe but if she didnt show up soon, then she would worry. zo walked around the festival, people were selling things and having a good time. z stumbled upon a merchant selling art, such beautiful works and she wanted to buy all of them, "sir, what is the price of this?" she asked sweetly with a smile. the blonde smiled and giggled when he complimented her and told her a cheap price. zoë was so flattered she bought three paintings. "will you keep these with you until the festival is over? i would dearly appreciate it." she said and dipped her head slightly when the merchant said yes. she continued wandering around aimlessly, picking up fancy trinkets and setting them back down with a sweet smile to the seller.

[ruse]

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a gasp past her lips, flinch as her feet filled the capacity of her high heels. the girl adorned her house's colors; welcoming rosy scheme, shades that suggested the delicacy of spring and all the positive things associated with it. the dress draped over the lower portion of her body in layers, swathed like a flower. her lips were painted a variation of a daring pink, eyelids dusted with something akin to pixie dust- albeit lacking the magical essence of it. she noticed in the mirror, her attire flattered the best parts of her; her eyes -that shifted between gray-blues and baby blues- her lithe frame, slender arms, long fingers made out to be an artist's. the girl's hair was coerced into a bun, a small crown sitting snug upon her head. the halo of sterling perched on her hair was heavy and cold, like her eyes. she entertained the thought of the matter of how this dress hugging her torso, brushing the marble ground, would complement her sister's complexion so much more, instead of she, the cold girl whose assumed hobbies included retracting others' hearing for fun. but anything good and perfectly flawed and beautiful would pair well in accompaniment with her sister, wouldn't it? grace didn't deserve any of the backlash she got for being an illegitimate child (false. disgraceful. not a part of this family.) a tiara made out of flowers in the royal garden would fare much better upon the younger blossom's head rather than a crown of slander and insults upon insults. she disregarded her thoughts, suddenly wishing the power to diminish them were hers instead of tuning down physical sound.
again, she found herself meeting the snowy eyes of her reflection, critiquing her image. avyn eyed the pretty girl in the mirror warily- is this someone fit to be queen? she bit her lip, before quickly retracting her bad habit and reapplying her lipstick. her eyes shone wintry colors, and her hands shook unevenly; she looked awkward, like a girl who was trying too hard. and she was- behind the intimidating, flowing gown and accentuating crown, porcelain reflection and worried brows. she let out a loose laugh, a feeble attempt at shaking off her anxiety. the girl spun a twiggy lock of her hair cascading down her face, before replacing it to hide behind her ear endearingly. it'll be fine, av, don't stress; princes don't like princesses wearing worry. happiness looks gorgeous on you.

the princess was here for one thing; it was power. power, enough to elevate she and her sister from the devastating state of their home kingdom, to accumulate enough wealth, or money, (anything would help); to forget the past and begin anew. kind of like spring, hm? how ironic. if luck were on her side, perhaps the probability of romance as well (a second time, maybe?). the girl looking back at her seemed more at ease now, the only giveaway to her practiced facade being the cold eyes; she crossed her fingers tightly, hoping that no one would tell or figure it out. if anything, she'd place her bet on going for hugo, based on their history and friendship. micah was an enigma she'd have to investigate, and for the other brothers, she hadn't much the chance to find out of their dispositions. she exited her temporary home of a guest's room in relative ease, focusing herself on evenness of breath as she began her descent to the ballroom.

avyn found herself wandering the ballroom in time, her eyes scanning faces for familiar smiles or recognizable countenances. no features immediately screamed out to her, so she tried to reach out with the means of sound, though she couldn't find the chiming voice of her sister, nor the charming tones of the secondary heir. she furrowed her brows, before her ears caught on a sound of doors creaking and the arrival of the crown prince emerging. she felt his gaze sweep over hers momentarily, following it to see him examine the other ladies of the room. prince diego stood by his side, though something was brushed hastily on his face- perhaps a paint smear? she couldn't help but stifle a laugh at this, something that could be interpreted charming by some. she imagined, he had just finished one of those pieces she's heard about, the ones of dreams and nightmares, something he borrowed from his power. besides his brother, prince micah stood poised, somehow appearing unattainable; he had piqued the blossom girl's interest, though she paid no mind to it, settling for subtle observation and a drink from a passing waiter's platter.
the girl gave the room another look over for faces that popped, only seeing zoe's; she didn't feel like talking to her, in fear of scaring the more or less timid girl away. she gave the brunette that kind of impression initially, so she hoped to see change in the course of the so-called selection.

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tagged open; mentions of: grace, hugo, micah, diego ／／ wardrobe this lovely gown ／／location (past) room, (present) ballroom ／／ feeling a tad anxious, other parts curious

[tsunami,]

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xxx( title. ) youngest princess of frozenxxx( location. ) the ball xxx( tagged. ) micah, diego, mentions zoë, avyn
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ice was a mysterious thing, even to those who had the power to control it. a brittle, transparent crystalline solid, fragile yet powerful. however, what the princess loved the most was not the power it gave her, but the beauty of it. the brilliant color that reflected of the transparent icicles filled any room with dancing colors. when the sunlight filtered into the room that early morning, warming the her rosy cheeks, she has risen slowly. although she had already been there for a day, her surroundings were still rather unfamiliar, and it took a moment to adjust. a soft knock on the door stole marilyn's attention, drawing her from the comforts of her bed to the door. a hand maiden scurried in through the opening, holding her clothes for that evening. with a gentle smile, she thanked her and laid her dress down carefully on the bed.

rumours have never failed to spread around. whether they be about herself, her sister, or any other person in the castle, word got out. mari had her doubts, as anyone would, although there will always be skeptics. her thoughts wandered to her older sister, who was just a door down from her, and she nearly got up to pay her a visit. that is, until another knock on her door caught her attention. it was, again, her hand maiden from earlier. when she was told that it was time to get ready, she quickly glanced at the clock and realized that she had spent her morning at her desk, scribbling mindless thoughts into paper before she lost them to her imagination. with a soft gasp, she pulled back from the door and allowed the woman to step in before preparing for the ball that awaited her.

marilyn stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the jewels that dangled from her ears. with one last glance, she turned and thanked the hand maiden with a bright smile before heading down the cascading steps. entering the area in which the ball was to take place, her large doe eyes took in everything at once. it was a beautiful castle overall, but the ball room itself was decorated so extravagantly for such an occasion. with a small smile playing at her lips, the princess walked slowly, scanning faces in the crowd for someone she knew. she didn't see her sister, although she was sure she already came down. perhaps she would go venture off to find her after she finished exploring a little herself. mari had been informed that there was a festival outside in addition to the ball, and had made herself a mental note to check it out. however, for the time being, she was satisfied with what lay before her.

her gown was long, a fading ombré of shades of blue, representing the kingdom she was proud to call her home. it was a little darker than what she should have been wearing, but she managed to incorporate the white in her shoes and nails. part of her blonde hair had been pulled back and twisted up into a little updo, while the rest of her hair hung loose in messy waves. it was a rather simple hairstyle, but it managed to keep her hair out of her face.

eventually, marilyn saw two of the five princes surrounded by guards not too far away, engaged in their own conversation. she recognized them to be the two eldest, with micah set to be the king. diego was the more familiar face in the duo, as zoë was very close to him. herself, however, generally only managed small talk with him every once in a while. micah, on the other hand, was a newer face. she didn't know much about him, rumours aside, therefore she found herself growing a bit curious. she hadn't talked to either of them much during her stay so far, so she figured it was now or never. she was staying as a guest in their home, after all. she approached carefully, a polite smile slipping onto her face. "good evening, prince micah, prince diego. you have a lovely home." she said sweetly, trying to start some sort of conversation. "how have you both been? not too stressed by this whole 'selection', i hope." she continued, watching them behind dark lashes. she couldn't help but wonder how they personally felt about this whole thing. in her mind, she was just doing what was best for her kingdom. her gaze flickered once and she saw avyn not too far away, although she seemed to be content with observing from where she stood. mari thought to say hello to her later.

[mythic,]

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tagged. ( avyn, micah, diego, zoe, mari ) where. ( ballroom )

it was just like grace to get keyed up about something like a glamorous ball made to put the opulence and power of the kingdom viper on a pedestal as well as provide a means of mingling between the brides and grooms to be. she hated to admit it, but the princess couldn't help the bubbling excitement that came with the gleaming vision of vibrant, vivacious festival games, brilliantly bedazzled and sumptuous ball gowns, and dainty, effervescent drinks the color of water. although the one downside to the magical dream she glimpsed was that it was hosted by the notoriously ruthless king of the kingdom viper and that he held grace's father (as well as a number of other royal parents) captive after the he seized sundry kingdoms. it was somewhat nice, grace thought, that he at least allowed the chance for the princesses to marry into the shields family.

glancing at the pot near the windowsill that was overflowing with the uncontrolled, yet undeniably gorgeous blooms of the astrantia flower, grace approached to inspect it more closely. she liked to check on her flower's growth rates, although she refrained from imposing her own will upon it because she cared for it as she would a child or pet. simply forcing the little shrubs to blossom at an accelerated pace would forgo the natural beauty of a slow and steady ascension. since she was away from home, the brunette princess had to be sated with a potted plant, rather than the fragrant personal garden that was her own little slice of heaven. dragging her gaze to the more undeveloped bulbs, grace noticed with a lighthearted smile that her the astrantia flowers were just barely beginning to show their tightly packed florets. the blossom princess's garden was modest, so it was moderately low maintenance. she watched golden bars of liquid sun pour over the many white lavender petals, scintillating off mid-morning dewdrops, before returning her mind to the topic at hand.

she spent the day conversing causally with her sister, avvie and doing other, insignificant things. seeing her beloved sister's fleeting smile made grace light up with joy, but it also made her heart ache. they were half sisters. the knowledge, grace knew, should not be significant enough to drive a wedge between them, yet the brunette could undoubtedly feel an unwanted and lamentable tension growing despite her desire to overlook the fact that she was the illegitimate child in the queens family. and even though grace knew neither of the half sisters wanted to the fact to drag them apart, their resistance against it seemed to precipitate the process all the more. she told herself she didn't care that a few defamatory remarks were thrown around about her concubine mother, but some days grace felt helpless against the almost palpable wall building itself up, and some days a bit of her pent up frustration released in a raging fury like a flock of frightened doves from a cage. the best way to cope with it, grace found, was to stay loyal to herself. she loved avyn, half sister or not. much better fit for the position, grace thought avyn deserved the throne much more than she anyway.

that brought grace to the present. shifting uncomfortably in her pale pink heels, grace suddenly felt self-conscious. it was a bit out of character for her to feel this way, so she blamed it on the electricity her nerves pulsated with incessantly, never giving grace enough time to think straight. grace was clad in a pastel pink, form-fitting gown that hugged her figure with its watermelon fabric that was redolent of summer's coral waves and full blooms. the dress fell in graceful, blush drapes across her legs and ended at the tips of her toes; her slender arms were covered in a delicate, lacy material dyed a similar romantic, sunset rosy hue. grace was close to her sister, avyn, who looked absolutely stunning in her own gown. avvie assisted in the selection of grace's dress, after grace fretfully inspected each choice meticulously as a doctor, obviously making no progress whatsoever. as two of the princes waltzed by, grace's back straightened as her attention was captured. having heard rumors about the dashing prince micah, grace was a little on guard, although she knew better than to cede to the will of mere gossip. she would keep an open mind when it came to micah, fully aware of his position as heir to the throne. looking at the other prince, diego, she noticed evidence of the prince's knack for art and laughed to herself. grace came to know him a little through prince Wesley, and grace enjoyed diego's company for the most part.

brushing a stray lock of hazelnut brown hair behind her ear, grace's emerald chocolate eyes darted over to her sister as she nudged avyn playfully. " so? any princes have your attention, avvie?" the brunette knew a lot about her older half sister, but she didn't know everything. she had to admit, grace was a little more than curious about avyn's romantic interests.

[dakotaawolven]

EMMERY DANIELA RUSTOVA
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[location; ballroom] . [nineteen years old] . [eldest daughter of verano] . [feeling; conflicted] . [tagged; no one] . [wearing: x]

As the young woman slipped into her dark, burnt orange formal dress, she sighed. With a whisper of breath, she felt her skin warm as the dress flickered with live flames. The flames danced over her shoulders and down the bodice to the satiny folds of the skirt. Fire licked her cheeks lightly and she could also feel the flames wrap around her arms, which hung at her sides. Her entire dress was alight with soft orange fire and she was wrapped in the warmth that would burn anyone else but her. That was the upside to being eldest daughter of Verano, house of fire. The young woman spun slowly in a circle, smiling at the warmth that licked at her cheeks. Tonight would be a night of intimidating people and observing them as well. She already knew who she would frighten away and who she would attempt to draw near. two of the princes would be seeing her better side, and one princess from the the Blossom house named Avyn.

Returning from her thoughts, Emmery concentrated on her image in the mirror. She stood tall, her blonde and red hair falling in wavy curls around her shoulders. The flames from her dress she kept from lighting her hair on fire but still made them high enough to tickle her cheeks. Her eyes were more of a pale grey tonight and she smiled, blood red lips turning up at the corners. the expression on her face was dangerous and beautiful, her eyes mysterious. "Perfect," she whispered to her reflection. Then, she turned away and headed for the door of her quarters. On her way out, she grabbed her ebony dagger and slipped it into the folds of the dress near her hip. The dagger would be hidden among the flames and fabric. Emmery always brought this dagger with her, no matter where she was going. It was always hidden somewhere on her. The beautiful dagger was her favorite of all her weapons and also the easiest for her to use. She had been using it for almost fourteen years. It was the first weapon she had ever handled and she loved it. It was very special to her for many reasons. Some of which would never be shared with another human being.

As Emmery walked down the hall toward the ball, she got lost in thought. She knew who she would see and she dreaded it, but also still wished to see them. Her younger sister, who hated her for what she had done. Emmery felt a twinge of pain in her heart as she thought about how her little sister saw her. Saw her as a murderer, a cold-hearted monster. But the truth was, Emmery was a murderer. She was more than that; she was an assassin. Her boss or "handler" would give her jobs and she'd carry them out without a second thought. The young woman would simply shut off her emotions and get the job done, quick and clean. Emmery was never sloppy or slow in her assassinations. They were always quick and clean, as humane as possible. She hated cruelness and pain. But oddly enough, she enjoyed instilling fear into others.

Emmery walked into the ballroom and looked around. She spotted a group of princes and princesses and observed them for a moment. Two of the four people she would ever consider being connected to were in the group. So, however, were several people she did not like and then a couple she did not really feel either way about. She considered approaching, but thought better of it, as her fiery dress and sharp tongue may make the wrong impression on those she wished to have positive relations with. And so, the young woman simply stayed near the walls and observed the party. Emmery would wait for someone she wanted to approach to end up alone. Although that was highly unlikely, as everyone but her seemed to have a friendlier personality.

[aurora.borealis]

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( title: youngest princess of hallow ) ( outfit: xxx ) ( location: the ball ) ( tagged open )

Amelia had stayed curled up in bed for the majority of the day. She had become quite anxious about the ball, and was feeling a little unwell. The brunette had stayed awake all last night reading, and hadn't managed to sleep during the hours that the sun had shone. Now it was time to begin getting ready, and the younger of the Mori siblings wasn't sure if it was the best idea to grace the other's with her presence, even if she was unlikely to be noticed in the first place. A lady came in and began to run a bath. The sound of running water made her jump, and with a sigh the girl pushed her hair out of her face and sat up. Rubbing her temples, Amelia pushed the duvet away from her and made her way into the bathroom.

After a lengthy soak she felt a million times better. The prospect of seeing everybody was still quite frightening, yet the prospect of a party with food and dancing was starting to become a little more exciting. Clambering into her room with shaky legs, 'Lia looked at her dress with a smile. Of course, yellow wasn't her favourite colour. Not by a long shot. But it was still a gorgeous dress, and she felt lucky to be wearing it. Yes, it was simple, and long, but...it was elegant, and had a certain amount of class to it.

Letting her hair fall so that it could dry, the brunette began to apply her make up. Nothing too heavy, she decided the way to go was straightforward, mirroring her dress. Before long she was almost ready, and all that was left to do was to weave a strand of golden flowers through the front of her hair in a braid. The bottom and the back remained wavy, and she gave it an appraising smile in the mirror. Slipping on her shoes, she made her way through out of her room and down the halls, taking her time to memorise every detail. Of course she had walked down these paths before, but she felt that by slowing things down, she was less likely to freak.

Arriving at the ball as it had started to go into full swing, 'Lia made her way to the stalls. Rich aromas and bright colours caught her eye, causing her to stop at one store in particular. An array of bright jewels lay flat on a black velvet through, and the shoptender boasted he could incorporate them into any type of jewellery for the right price. The girl stood in awe as she watched him in action, smoothing down a dark red stone for a blonde who had stood beside her.

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title. ⊰ fourth prince of vipers ⊰⊰ location. ⊰ ballroom ⊰⊰ tagged. ⊰ open ⊰⊰ mentioned. ⊰ marilyn ⊰ micah ⊰ diego

in the realm containing the five kingdoms, rumors circulate constantly. these rumors act as a sort of blood to the metaphorical body of the kingdoms. however, the majority - if not all - of the gossip is based around the powers of the royals and the vicious acts that they are capable of committing. although some are false, others are true, such as the speculation surrounding the fourth prince of vipers. with the power of natural disaster, performing an action worthy of the informational grapevine is not very difficult, seeing as the word disaster is precisely in the title. nonetheless, prince ronan desperately tries to repair his image of most hated by the people by hiding himself away, a decision that his father wholeheartedly approves of. but while he was in isolation, ro was able to refine his powers, now being able to control the majority of his actions (in all cases excluding those that contain an overwhelming amount of emotion or with ronan being unconscious). although his powers no longer pose a substantial threat to the people, his past reputation precedes him and terrifies those in his kingdom as well as others, forcing him to remain in isolation for the concern and protection of the people. despite circumstances, ronan utilized his time by becoming knowledgeable in all subjects. but he has yet been able to test any skills concerning human interaction. with the upcoming selection, he has finally been given the opportunity to apply his intellect in social conversations.

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ronan awoke to the thundering of a small lunar tempest, which he assumed was conjured while he was asleep. nonetheless, he woke up to a storm once again, this morning being one of many. ever since his father announced the upcoming selection, ro has been tormented by nightmares of harming the princesses of the other kingdoms, which then leads to miniature storms within the room. fortunately, these storms frequent his room often due to his powers, so the hand maids are prepared for an incident like this at any instant. as he got out of his bed, the maids rushed in to repair the damage of the previous night as ronan sauntered into another section of his rather large room. there, he prepared himself for the day ahead by improving the state of his hair from utterly drenched to somewhat damp, but anything was an improvement. he then dressed himself in a stark white dress shirt with the contrast of a striking black suit. following the induction of his tuxedo jacket, he fastened a tie of an evergreen variation around his neck before slipping on his shoes and exiting his room.

the hall was empty save from the typical ornamentation of the castle, causing ronan to assume that the others had already gone to the introduction ball. he followed the buzz of life to a little further than the end of the hall before entering the large ball room. although there were only two princesses from each of the four kingdoms that were participating in the latest selection, the room was filled to the brim with well over eight young women. ro sighed at his father's cupidity for partying before actually scouting the room for a person of any familiarity whatsoever. after a few futile attempts, he found his brother talking to a blonde princes, resembling the people of the ice kingdom of frozen. ronan was not one to leave his room often, so he did not know much about the princesses of the neighboring kingdoms. he did, however, know of the speculation surrounding each, if only he could pin a face to the rumors. he sighed once more, this time due to his lack of social knowledge.

as ronan began to approach two of his older brothers and the princess, his heart began to pulse rapidly, a phenomenon that he was unaccustomed to. taking a closer look at the female, her beauty became evident as well as her jubilant aura. a blush overtook his cheeks as he felt a slight tremor shake the ground, his powers beginning to correspond with his feelings. but before an actual earthquake could take place, ro allowed his heart to regain a steady tempo, before turning in the opposite direction. once he was farther away, he spun back to look at the cryptic girl. after what seemed like years, a smile began to tug ronan's lips upwards as his heart became encased in ardor.

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her eyes still followed the original pair of princes; she withdrew her gaze consciously. avyn smiled at her sister softly, hoping to put her at some ease while admiring the latter's quiet movement of curling a strand of her hair behind her ear endearingly (hopefully, one of these princes -if they weren't too dimwitted to recognize a girl like grace- would find it cute). her sister's words caught her by surprise, along with the abrupt movement of hers, bumping shoulders like they were chums at a more casual party. only grace. avyn chuckled lowly, feeling a light layer of blush blossom on her cheeks. so? any princes have your attention, avvie? her sister's melodic voice inquired. thinking about it now, they never spoke much of romance, did they? it was always lighthearted conversation (always tiptoeing around the more dreary topics), especially true of the hours prior to coming into the current venue. she recalled the light but heavy atmosphere, dignified (half-) sisters passing time talking to each other -transient smiles, evaporating laughter- before stranding that train of thought. "possibly two," she murmured and pursed her lips, quieting her voice in case of curious ears. "hugo is a given, but micah? i am still unsure of, i'll have to work up the courage to meet him before the end of the party, though, as of now, he proves to be a compelling character, don't you think so?" she said this part in a lilting tone; silky, humorous shades to her voice. she dimly wondered if the second-born prince thought the same of her, (hopefully) a possible marriage partner if all goes wrong. however, it'd be fun, though, to play on his heartstrings and see how far she could push him. she imagined their reintroduction to one another would be rather rocky at first, though they'd take to each other immediately; she recalled twisting braids into his short hair, the smiles they shared in private. quiet nights by the fire, abstracted chatter and unhurried reading, the sound of cicadas residing out by the window and the buzz of moths being attracted to the brilliance of candlelight. just them on a summer night, a mutual goodbye, and a girl whose feelings still lingered at the back of the library on days reserved for herself alone.

the girl forced her wandering (dangerous) thoughts to dissipate, imagining them to take leave in likeness of her ability over sound. she could tell that her countenance had distraction written all over her form, though -for public's sake- she trusted the younger blossom would not touch on it (at least, not here. not now). "and you? any lucky princes dancing in your mind yet?" she asked in the same curiously nonchalant timbre as her sister. the girl gave another brief show of a smile, a genuine one that reflected that of this afternoon's. "diego is as well proving to be a person of interest, wearing that smudge of paint as boldly as his crown," she noted with an easy bubble of laughter. avyn took the time in wait of grace's reply to further examine her sister's attire. she looked lovely in the gown (ombré shades, pretty variants of the verdure house, rosy color scheme that brought out her sister's complexion). she was reminded of the younger girl's frantic antics from earlier in the day, laughing silently behind a hand as she recounted that recent memory.
if grace were the sun, she was the moon; only borrowing the sun's light for a moment, and retreating upon any sign of the aureate goddess. continuously, grace proved to be the human equivalent of the golden sphere hanging in the sky, while avyn remained more reserved and stoic as the impending (celestial) satellite of the night in comparison (her sister was laughter and a breath of fresh air, and avyn, the quiet rain on the rooftops and anxious bugs swimming in the darkness). the adolescent girl contemplated; if grace answered either (or both) hugo or micah, avyn would recede; she would put her sister's wellbeing before hers, in lieu of the belief that the younger blossom had suffered enough and needed out of the way of disasters every now and then- especially in the way of hurricanes hiding under the guise of blossom royalty. she thought of her sister's flowers, wondering absentmindedly if they were doing well. she always had a delicate way of handling them and never abused her gift as much as the elder blossom; avyn used her control over sound with ease, never thinking much of it when dealing with cases of small noises that could steal her attention away for moments at a time. this proved truest in the library, where the rumor of the girl's choice to steal voices away 'for fun' came into play. she couldn't help it, however; libraries are renowned for harsh shushing and loud signs declaring, QUIET!! in bold letters. it wouldn't hurt anyone to be voiceless for a few minutes, right? sometimes, she put herself in the renowned villain of the tale of the little mermaid's position with that thought. ursula, was it? her mind asked dully, returning to (cold, cruel) reality and watching as other guests began to flourish in, adorning draping dresses and dapper suits. she could see others of similar stature as she and her sister; princes and princesses partaking in the competition the king had initiated to find suitable wives for his odd number of princes. among them, the princess found her eyes chasing down familiar forms and jotting notes in her mind. a diluted orange dress caught her curious eye, a skirt belonging to her good friend, emmery. avyn offered a ginger wave towards the direction of the verano girl.

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tagged grace (rl angel) and emmery; mentions of: micah, diego, hugo ／／ wardrobe this lovely gown ／／location ballroom ／／ feeling nostalgic (in a strange way); offbeat, but somewhat comfortable