Matched
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Thread Topic: Matched
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C1 is the prince/princess of their kingdom. When he/she was 14, the queen hired him/her a servant, C2, to keep her "wild child" under more control
They became best friends immediately
It is now C1's 18th birthday. Every royal child's 18 birthday comes with a ceremony to find their husband/wife, using the Matching Crown.
Princes/Princesses from everywhere have come to this ceremony in hopes that they might be the one chosen.
When C1 put the crown on, they see glowing footsteps leading him/her to their future spouse
Much to the shock of everyone there, it leads C1 to C2, the servant. -
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I- will read this one -
MEMEME
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I knew you'd want to do this one XD
Which character? -
C2
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Okay
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other: -
Name: Canista
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: [no urls] wears tattered clothes
Personality: Warm, gentle, tentative
Other: Has a special affinity for animals -
Every time -
Appearance: -
XD
Name: Dorian
Age: 17, going to be 18 REAL soon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark hair, deep blue eyes, tannish skin
Personality: Never liked the restrictions of being a prince, adventurous, a risk-taker -
Not it)
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It was the day before Dorian's birthday, and the entire castle was abustle.
Dorian wasn't in the castle, though, as he should be. He was outside in a tree. He had gotten a small tear in his clothing from a branch, and he was sure he was going to hear about it both from his mother and the seamstress, but he didn't care. -
hold up name change at the start XD)
Libra smiled before sitting down below him. Warily, she eyed the hole in his clothes, but didn’t say anything about it. "Hello, Dorian." Her face was streaked with scars. Before being employed to look after Dorian, she'd done many other things, and those jobs had taken a toll on her. -
Dorian smiled down at her. They had been best friends for four years. He leaped down from the branch he was on. "Greetings, fair one," he said with a bow.
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Libra gave him a nod. "Don’t bother with the fancy talk." She had never been fond of speaking elaborately. Libra gave him a gentle peck on the cheek, as if to say goodbye. Sorrowfully, he looked into his icy blue eyes. Libra put her hand on Dorian's shoulder. "Tomorrow is the ceremony."
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*she looked into his icy blue eyes
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