Soaping with Andi
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Thread Topic: Soaping with Andi
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...why did I call it that.
Anyway, reposting your plot.
Muse A is a princess/prince living in a peaceful kingdom, with no knowledge of the whole other realm that exists beyond its borders. While wandering in the forest near dusk, much to their escorts dismay, the kingdom comes under attack by creatures/beings thought only to exist in fairytales and ancient legends. When a rider comes to warn Muse A that the castle has been taken, they are beseeched to flee to safety. Fearing for their parents lives, Muse A refuses to run away and makes haste back to the castle. Before they can reunite with their royal parents, Muse A is captured by the enemy. Muse B is Muse As captor, who is under orders from their king/queen to kidnap the prince/princess for the purposes of ransom. Muse A is taken to the other realm, where no person in the kingdom has ever gone. Muse A is locked up in a cell with Muse B as their guard.
Despite the circumstances, Muse B treats Muse A with compassion, providing companionship, kind words and extra sustenance. After a few days of captivity, Muse A and Muse B are managing to get along; Muse A is terribly homesick and worried about the state of their kingdom. In an act of selflessness, Muse B helps Muse A escape. Muse B promises to keep Muse A safe from harm, as long as Muse A does not run away from them. Muse A agrees and Muse B keeps their promise. One night, while theyre asleep in the forest, soldiers from Muse As fallen kingdom attack. They rescue Muse A and take Muse B as prisoner. Upon returning to the castle, Muse B is imprisoned. Feeling for their captor/turned savior, Muse A shows Muse B the same compassion and care that Muse B showed them while they were imprisoned.
With the threat of backlash from the other realm looming, will Muse A and Muse Bs budding friendship survive? Will Muse A appeal to the king and queen to spare Muse Bs life and to end the impending war between realms? -
because soap??
Yes
Okay, charries? I'll make mine when I get home from school. -
Okay. I'm your captor?
Name: Rowan Howell
Age: 19
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual demiromantic
Appearance: fair, freckled skin/brown, wavy short hair/grey eyes/average height/well built and pretty strong/abundance of scars on back and arms
Strengths: Good with animals (especially horses), excellent archer, able to lie/act very well, can sing decently
Weaknesses: Awkward around royalty, can't cook, kids usually hate him, kind of has issues with self confidence (though they're pretty well hidden)
Bio: Born to the daughter of a poor baker and the king's favored marshall (sorry if I'm getting terminology wrong, I was looking up military roles within medieval military roles and yeah), who left shortly after their short affair. Rowan grew up unaware of his heritage, and to this day, no one has confirmed or denied his theories on it. His mother died when he was roughly ten, and left with nowhere to go, the boy began to work in his grandfather's bakery. When the military returned as they had each decade before, the marshall noticed him almost immediately and spent the rest of his stay quietly evaluating the baker's grandson, who seemed to be nearly as swift as the king's knights and as cunning as a fox. He was invited to join the marshall and his men, and with his grandfather's blessing took the offer. As he grew up with and trained in the military, he became one of the marshall's favorites, a position that many of his fellow warriors envied. Even though he's spent half of his life in the realm of royalty, Rowan still feels out of place amongst his older comrades, kings, and queens. Unfortunately, many of his fellow knights have no problem with showing their dislike for him. When not on the battlefield, he tends to be quiet and gentle. -
Name: (Prince) Lucien Hendrix Hywel, better known as "Luci"
Age: Seventeen
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual, but he's not out to anyone but his sisters.
Appearance: Lucien is roughly about six feet in height, thin, but moderately well muscled. His hair falls to his ears, and is a strange shade of blondish red, depending on how much sun it's exposed to. His skin is tan, and his shoulders are covered in freckles, though he has no scars. On his right eyelid, he has a birthmark in the shape of what he describes as "a horse eating a mountain." His eyes are a bright green color.
Personality: Lucien is rather smart, though he's not good in tough situations, and hates making rash decisions. He loves people very easily, and hates the idea of anyone hating him, or himself hating anyone else. He's an older brother, and good apple, staying out of trouble for the most part.
Bio: Lucien is the oldest of the five children born to the royal family, the most in history. He's closest, though, to twin sisters, who he would protect with his life. He loves his parents, who have raised him to be their king, and so taught him most of that he knows about being kind. However, he knows they would react poorly if he told them he liked men, and so, he hasn't.
Lucien loves the forest, and whenever he's done training and studying, that's where he is. -
Okay shhhh scratch that it was supposed to be a girl hang on oops
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Name: Octavia Vey Hywel (Tavi)
Age: Seventeen
Sexual Orientation: Unsure, as she hasn't really explored much
Appearance: Tavi is short, only 5'2", with long, thick black hair that she wears in two braids, one on top of another. Even braided, her hair comes to the back of her knees. Her eyes are a dark brown, framed by thick eyelashes and shaped eyebrows. She's pale, with splashes of faint freckles on her face. Willowy build. Tavi would look like a very pretty girl, if it weren't for the angry scar that circles her neck, an unforgiving memory of an attempt at an assassination.
Personality: Octavia is rather laid back, and has little to say about anything. She's not one for violence, and cares deeply for the people she loves, though it takes her a long time to form any sort of feeling for someone.
Bio: Tavi was the eigth attempt for her mother to have a child, all of the others dying shortly after birth, or while still in the womb, hence her name, "Octavia" that means "the eight."
Of course, after so many lost children, Octavia lived a very sheltered life. She had few friends outside of the castle walls, and wasn't allowed into town without being surrounded by guards. When she was eleven, a man disguised as a guard lead her away, and tried to kill her, giving her the scar on her neck. After that, her parents were reluctant to let her do anything other than study.
However, she loves going into the forest at night, with a few guards, of course. Octavia knows a little about protecting herself, but it is hoped that it never comes to that. -
Who's going first?
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Me, I suppose, if that's okay with you?
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That's great.
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Yeeee
"Princess, we wont be able to see you if you go past the hill. Please stay close," The knight begged, though he knew it was worthless. The moment he handed Octavia the reins to her horse, she was off, rocketing at a canter over the crest of the green hill, through the small brook, and into the trail that lead into the forest. Octavia's hair had been let out of it's braid, and now it flew out crazily behind her, catching on a branch every now and then. Tavi slowed her mount to a walk, listening to the pounding hooves of the fallowing guard behind her. She turned, giving him a small smile. "Keep up, Henry. The meadow's not far off from here."
"Mi'lady, it's been three hours. This is an unmentionable hour.. Can't we go back, now? You have lessons in the morning," He reasoned, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he sighed at the smirk she gave him. "I suppose that's a no.."
However, before Tavi could take off again, there was a loud yell behind them, and one of the guards rode up. He was dressed in full body armor, and his cloak was torn to bits. His horse was breathing hard. "Princess, the kingdom.. Someone attacked, and.. We lost the castle. Your parents have ordered Henry to take you to safety," He pressed, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Octavia was rocketing past him. The man let out a startled yelp, and turned his horse, following after her, flanked by Henry. -
The room was alive with the ambiance of a celebration. It was a small party thrown for the military, celebrating their victory in capturing five small villages of a kingdom nearby. Despite its size, it was no less extravagant than those thrown before, and in no way had the king cut back when funding this one. Cheerful music joined the warm, yellow candlelight to bask the castle's main hall in elegant bliss. knights, royals, and even the luckiest of the commoners filled the space, dancing and feasting. Rowan felt as if he was one of the few people, if not the only, standing on the edge in a slightly less than jovial way.
"Mr. Howell," purred one of the king's servants, a fair-haired, short girl, as she walked over to him. She had a cup in one hand, swirling the drink in it as she sauntered over to him. He eyed her uncomfortably, leaning against the wall.
"Yes?" he replied.
"D-dance with meeee," she breathed, taking another step forward and tripping. He caught her, but her drink managed to spill all over him. He let out an annoyed huff.
"Not sure you're really up for dancing tonight." He steered her over to one of the tables, forcing her to take a seat. He pried her hands off of his arm, trying to ignore her pleas. She kept calling him a hero. He disagreed.
It was true that he'd been one of the ones on the mission. It was true that he'd been crucial in two of the three village conquests. But it was also true that his role had been to aid in burning the villages into submission. In no way was that heroic. In fact, it was terrifying. The screaming, pleading, sobbing of the people wouldn't leave him alone, it taunted him at night. How was it heroic to cause so much pain? -
When the guards finally caught up to Octavia, she was standing on top of one of the green hills, beside her horse, who was prancing nervously. She swallowed, scanning her eyes over her city. Below her, the buildings that spread around the castle were burning. Most of them, anyways. Some of them, such as the ones in the poorer areas, were gone completely. There were muffled screams, and the sound of clashing coming from the scene, but she didn't pay attention to that. Her eyes were on the palace itself, which was nestled in the middle of the city. A large portion of the wall was gone.
"..Octavia, we need to go." Henry cleared his throat, moving to lay a gentle hand on her arm. "Let the horse go. You'll ride with me. Marcus, go to the king and queen. Tell them Octavia-"
"I'm not leaving. That's.. That's my city, Henry. My family is down there. I can't leave them to burn!"
"Mi'lady, if you go down there an get yourself killed, there will be no one to rule when we get ourselves together. Princess, please," He argued, not moving his hand. -
Just as he was setting her half empty cup on the table in front of her, the two large doors at the front of the hall drew open, the guests moving to avoid being crushed. A young messenger ran in, appearing rather naked and pathetic without a horse beneath him. His shoulders were soaked with rain and he trembled a bit, nervous to speak.
"Your majesty! The [name it please] Kingdom has been destroyed! Their villages are in shambles, their castle is crumbling! I cam as fast as I could, hoping that y--," He was cut short by the king, who rose from his throne and raised a hand to hush the messenger. He looked around, catching ther marshall's eye. It seemed that they had the same plan.
"Friends, some of our bravest warriors must return to the battlefield tonight, to aid our neighbors. Marshall Westburing, collect your finest men and bring them to the dining hall. We need to discuss our strategy. The rest of you have no need to panic," he added, noticing the worried murmuring that had started to spread throughout the room. The marshall nodded, then glanced around the room, his gaze landing on multiple other knights, until it reached Rowan. Suddenly, the drunk servant was no longer anywhere near important. -
(Sorry Senpai)
When Octavia still refused to move, he sighed, yanking the horse's reins from her hand. Henry slapped the mare's hind quarters, watching her bolt to the city before turning to the baffled princess. "There are two situations in which I have justification to disobey your orders. One, is when they conflict with the king and queen's orders. Another, is when your life is in danger. Octavia, get on the horse, or so help me, I will tie you up and put you on there myself."
She stood silent for a moment, and then got on Henry's horse behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He nodded to the other knight, and then took off with her, heading back into the forest, to the only place he could think of to take her- A small cottage deep in the woods, surrounded by nothing but miles of trees. He would have to leave her there, unprotected, and return for her parents. However, no one knew of the place, so he doubted any harm would come to her. Still, three hours later, when he finally slowed his horse out of it's speedy walk, letting her off, he hesitated. "Stay in the building. Do not, Octavia, under any circumstances, come out. Do you understand me?" She nodded, glancing around. The sun was rising in the distance, and she hadn't been able to hear the sounds of war for the last two and a half hours. As soon as Octavia was in the small cottage, and the door was closed behind her, she could hear the sounds of Henry ridding away. -
(Pfft Senpai? Nah son you're my Senpai)
(Also I'm changing his last name to Ankeren, since I just realized their surnames sound almost the same)
Arrangements had been hastily made. The kingdom under attack had been a long-time enemy of Rowan's own, making it an extremely strategic opportunity. The king, along with the marshall, had collected a small group of the army's finest, Rowan included. The situation had been closely evaluated, warriors had been carefully selected from among those congregated. It wasn't until they were almost finished that Rowan finally found a place amongst the mission party. The subject of the royal family had come up, especially the princess, who was the sole heir to the throne.
"We need a gentleman to acquire Princess Octavia Hywel, as she's certainly escaped the disaster occurring within her kingdom. Of course, I plan on returning her for a very large ransom payment. We need the sort of knight who we can trust to treat her decently enough, to ensure that they do not attack us as soon as they hear of her experiences here. A knight who won't... take advantage of the situation in which he's been placed."
The king sat forward in his chair, eyeing those sitting around the table in front of him. Of course, Sir Denman was an excellent choice. He'd vowed himself to priesthood early on in his life, and while he'd been unable to pursue his vocation, he managed to keep his vows. If only he weren't a bulky, brawny beast who struck fear into the hearts of his enemies with no more than a glance. He wouldn't do.
This brought the king to Sir Harkwell, a much younger, friendlier looking knight. His genial, generous attitude would have made him perfect for the position. And he was incredibly handsome, even more so, the king thought, than their kingdom's prince. However, Harkwell tended to use his good fortune poorly, taking advantage of any young servant foolish enough to let him. No, he wouldn't do, either.
The marshall seemed to note the king's distress. "I believe that Sir Ankeren would make an excellent choice, your majesty." All heads turned to Rowan.
His mentor had a point. The young knight appeared friendly enough, if not a bit confused, awkward, and generally not very threatening. And they all knew that, no matter what the situation was, he seemed completely oblivious to most mature desires. He was a perfect choice for the role.
Three hours later, Rowan rode alone through the forest, separated from the rest of the group. They figured that a lone knight would be more welcoming than a full party. Besides, most of the knights selected loathed him, and would be perfectly fine to return without him.
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