04-29-2016, 11:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-30-2016, 08:50 PM by Blazed.
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When it All Began...
I was asleep, content, when I heard a rapping on my door. I thought that my mother had awoken me. I got up. But then, I remembered that nobody was there. I remembered about the life I used to have before I left my family for the kingdom. I quickly dressed, brushed the snarls out of my red, silver, and blonde hair, wiped the sleep off of my face, did a little bit of cleaning up and went outside with a growing group in front of the announcements area.
They were declaring a search for the heir’s hand, and I listened excitedly. I had a rather stable job as a clerk at the nearby main bank, earned an amount of money that gave me a life that was well worth the long work days - I could even occasionally go to a restaurant for a fancy meal.
“This is interesting.” I say, excitedly, as I quickly get in the suddenly short line, and it was almost time for the entries to be opened. “Yay! Almost time!” Multiple people said. I simply shifted my feet more often than usual, and twirled my hair in impatience.
"The entries can now be submitted!" A voice rang out from the small building. Multiple people whispered and talked in excitement about this behind me, and people's names were said in front of me. I was next and then it was my turn. "Name? Age? Location?" The person asked tiredly."Hermione Farrow. I am 19 years old, and live just a little bit outside the main palace area of Illea." I say, happily, and give a slight head tilt.
Hmm... If I'm selected, then I have to deal with the others. If I'm not, I might be shamed for it. I'm worried about losing my family's pride and respect by not being selected. Could I withdraw?
It was odd, practicing more proper manners, until about a fortnight - or two weeks - later I saw a small letter, addressed to my name and from the Kingdom. "I'm selected! Yes!" I cry, and see the carriage awaiting me. "I'll be just a few moments." I call out to the footmen before darting inside for my things.
Dresses - the blue, dawn pink, and green ones with the white, red or black lacing designs for extra looks - and flats - the black and silver ones, for formality - along with my one pair of heels - black with a red inside that sticks out slightly - was stuffed neatly into a case, and then a small veil in case I won the Selection.
"Miss? Are you coming?" The man asks, chubby, with a snotty tone and false manners.
"Coming!" I shout out nicely, restraining myself the way I had trained myself to if annoyed. I had to appear independent, yet appeasing, strong yet yielding.
I got into the back of the carriage, with two grullo drafts in it. I noted the good conformation on the horses, and watched their smooth gait and was surprised by how smooth the ride was compared to my horse's gait at a canter. The ride went quickly, and I fit in a nap for a little while before we reached the castle. They took me to my new quarters, and I unpacked my things, looking at the high-quality bed in front of me.
Opening the covers after turning down the lantern on the bedside stool, I flopped down with a sigh and melted into the soft bed, amazed at how well the bed was made compared to mine. I didn't have a worry in the world as I fell into a deep sleep.
I was asleep, content, when I heard a rapping on my door. I thought that my mother had awoken me. I got up. But then, I remembered that nobody was there. I remembered about the life I used to have before I left my family for the kingdom. I quickly dressed, brushed the snarls out of my red, silver, and blonde hair, wiped the sleep off of my face, did a little bit of cleaning up and went outside with a growing group in front of the announcements area.
They were declaring a search for the heir’s hand, and I listened excitedly. I had a rather stable job as a clerk at the nearby main bank, earned an amount of money that gave me a life that was well worth the long work days - I could even occasionally go to a restaurant for a fancy meal.
“This is interesting.” I say, excitedly, as I quickly get in the suddenly short line, and it was almost time for the entries to be opened. “Yay! Almost time!” Multiple people said. I simply shifted my feet more often than usual, and twirled my hair in impatience.
"The entries can now be submitted!" A voice rang out from the small building. Multiple people whispered and talked in excitement about this behind me, and people's names were said in front of me. I was next and then it was my turn. "Name? Age? Location?" The person asked tiredly."Hermione Farrow. I am 19 years old, and live just a little bit outside the main palace area of Illea." I say, happily, and give a slight head tilt.
Hmm... If I'm selected, then I have to deal with the others. If I'm not, I might be shamed for it. I'm worried about losing my family's pride and respect by not being selected. Could I withdraw?
It was odd, practicing more proper manners, until about a fortnight - or two weeks - later I saw a small letter, addressed to my name and from the Kingdom. "I'm selected! Yes!" I cry, and see the carriage awaiting me. "I'll be just a few moments." I call out to the footmen before darting inside for my things.
Dresses - the blue, dawn pink, and green ones with the white, red or black lacing designs for extra looks - and flats - the black and silver ones, for formality - along with my one pair of heels - black with a red inside that sticks out slightly - was stuffed neatly into a case, and then a small veil in case I won the Selection.
"Miss? Are you coming?" The man asks, chubby, with a snotty tone and false manners.
"Coming!" I shout out nicely, restraining myself the way I had trained myself to if annoyed. I had to appear independent, yet appeasing, strong yet yielding.
I got into the back of the carriage, with two grullo drafts in it. I noted the good conformation on the horses, and watched their smooth gait and was surprised by how smooth the ride was compared to my horse's gait at a canter. The ride went quickly, and I fit in a nap for a little while before we reached the castle. They took me to my new quarters, and I unpacked my things, looking at the high-quality bed in front of me.
Opening the covers after turning down the lantern on the bedside stool, I flopped down with a sigh and melted into the soft bed, amazed at how well the bed was made compared to mine. I didn't have a worry in the world as I fell into a deep sleep.
Blazed