You Belong to Me
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Thread Topic: You Belong to Me
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Wow~*cracks my knuckles* my turn!)
Name: Evangeline Francesca Forte( Had a moment there.)
Gender: Female
age: 19
Kingdom Name: Dartmoor(land of the north)
Magic abilities: the wonderful power of over light, which she barely has much training.
looks:(since I lazy to find pictures) Pure blonde hair, bright grey blue eyes, and pale skin. wears dresses to formal outing, but usually wears anything that she finds would be appealing to wear.
I dont believe im forgetting anything. -
is he hot or nah xD
I LIKE HER NAME
Nope. o3o -
Hot doesnt begin to complement him. ;3
REALLY? I HAD TO THINK FOR A MOMENT ON HER NAME.
So mesa goes first? -
:D
I LIKE IT A LOT
If you want. -
he is a manimal~ THANK YOU! I shall begin now. :3 starting from where she rejects his offer)
Evangeline Francesca Forte was a very level headed person, until her father handed her a letter from a prince asking or her hand and to have his child. She glared at the letter and crumpled it up. "No. Catch his messanger and make sure to tell him that I refuse." Of course her father didn't argue with her, no one ever did. He sent a guard to find the messanger boy and relay the message. -
(Manimal pfft)
The messenger boy was slowly walking back to the castle, his bag over his head to shield his face from the sun. His poor pale face was getting a horrible blister, and he knew he'd look ridiculous when he finally got back after his long miserable trek. However, the "journey" was intruded when a guard relayed the horrible news that Evangeline had declined the prince's offer. He knew this would mean having to go back and forth between the two, and that his master would be furious with the news.
When he arrived to the castle with the horrible news, he was surprised to find that Francis was pretty calm on the matter. Every single errand boy and maid knew that when the prince was calm on an important matter, it usually meant that he was up to no good. And when he was up to no good, there would be consequences for everyone. -
Oh hush. It's a word used in Alice and Zombieland.)
After the guard left, Evangeline stormed off to her room, avoiding her father's questioning and flopped onto her bed. She screamed in frustration into a pillow, but soon calmed down. She was angry, no pissed. She only met this prince once, just once and he was trying to get her to marry him. Prince Francis Sodorio Vallenmark, what she heard is he had a reputation. -
(Oh, it is? I didn't know that. Huh. Interesting.)
Francis sat alone in his room, his sparkling amber eyes gazing at the wall. There was a slim chance that he could get her to change her mind. It would be hard, but if accomplished, he'd have her in his hands. All I can think about is kidnapping her and forcing her to live with me.. the raven thought silently to himself. He was the prince of Tethallan, the kingdom of the east. Evangeline was the princess of Dartmoor, the kingdom of the north. To the south was another princess, and to the west was another prince. The princess of the south was a vile girl who used her magical ability of conjuring ice to freeze all who brought her unwanted things. She didn't have any manners, and as far as Francis was aware, she was planning on forcing the poor prince of the west.
He shuddered, running a hand through his pale yellow hair. He was going to have to depend on Evangeline to accept the offer once he did his stunt. He could get caught, punished, and executed if the plan failed. But Francis was sneaky enough. He'd manage. The young prince tilted his head back into a ray of sunlight, watching how his hair turned white in the mirror. He himself had no special ability such as Evangeline's nor the other princess's, but he could fly. That was about it. "It's not fair," he muttered. -
Yup.*sighs* such a wonderful book~)
Evangeline sighed lightly and sat up, trying to think of what to do. As she thought, specks light danced around her, forming odd shapes. She glanced up and smiled a bit, the bright lights started to cheer her up. Her powers somehow always knew when she was frustrated, but soon they disappeared. She sighed lightly, standing up carefully. Francis did have a small reputation, but when she met him at the meeting, he was better than the only other princess there, who threatened to freeze her. "Why me?" She sighed, looking through a few papers on her desk, unsure of what she would do. -
(I have it I think.)
He stood up, turning to glance at the clock that was ticking slowly. If he wanted to kidnap her, he'd have to leave now, travel by foot, and be prepared to keep her safe in the woods for at least one night. They weren't too far from each other, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. He got dressed into his casual clothing, packing a back for the night's stay. He ran a comb through his thick blonde hair. After checking to make sure he looked okay, he called for a horse to be prepared. No one except for his messenger boy was to know about his little side trip. -
Cool!)
Soon she started to yawn lightly and walked over to her bed, laying down on it carefully as she soon started to drift off to sleep, just a small nap. Thoughts danced in her head before she even was asleep, wondering how the prince was reacting to her rejection. -
(Who's the author?)
Before long, the prince was walking down a road, his head leaning against a beautiful white horse's mane. He didn't want to burden the animal with his weight until they had successfully gotten Evangeline, and they had just enough time to get to her castle by sunset if he walked alongside his steed. Francis hummed a small tune as he walked along, stroking the horse's head. -
G something. I'll have to check.)
Evangeline was still asleep, hugging a pillow close to her chest as she mumbled lightly. Her father walked into the lightly light room and smiled a bit, seeing she was asleep. He'd have to talk to her tomorrow about the rejection as he closed her door. -
(Alright)
By the time the sun was just barely sinking, Francis had made it to the castle. He stared up at the grand place, a poker face on his lips. He had seen better. The young prince tied his horse to a nearby tree before running towards a wall. He had to find a way to climb up to get to her without being noticed. But wait.. He'd be allowed in.. He slowly backtracked and headed for the entrance of the castle. -
It's Gena Showalter.)
She still was asleep, but in a different position from the last. Guards stood out from the other side of her door, staying as still as possible. The king was walking around the throne room, pacing back and forth, wondering what he should say to his daughter, she seemed angry.
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