[center][h1][color=DarkViolet]Cilla[/color][/h1]
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[i][u]5 Years Ago[/u][/i]
[i][u]A forest near Thirmos' Castle[/u][/i]

Cilla eyed the bear with nervous anticipation as she dropped the carcass of a rabbit she had managed to kill just a few minutes earlier. She gripped her blade in both hands, creeping through the underbrush in the hopes that the beast would not wake up. Soon she was upon it, standing over the sleeping giant like a hero would over his fallen villain. She brushed her loose and long hair away from her eyes and over her ears before positioning her sword near the bear's head and going in for the kill.

But alas, things did not go as planned, they often never do. Her hands, veritably drenched with sweat, allowed the blade to slip and strike the bear's eye rather than slit its throat. It awoke immediately with an ear-deafening roar. It rose to its full height as Cilla quivered with fear, she fell back just as the bear swiped. The gargantuan claw only managed to dig one of its talons into, Cilla's face. But that was enough. She was bleeding profusely within the first few seconds of the claw ripping out of her soft, pale skin. 

Tears began streaming down her face as she rose to her feet and sprinted back to the castle. She could hear the bear adjusting itself, locking its eyes onto her and taking chase. The chase went on for what seemed like hours, with Cilla slowly tiring and the bear gradually gaining on her in a chase that Cilla began to realize she wasn't going to win.

Just then she heard the bear growl in pain and fall against a tree, shaking it and causing small green leaves to drift slowly down onto the bears corpse. She turned and slowly approached it, still crying as much as she was when the bear wounded her. She pulled the arrow from its skull, looking around for an answer until she finally spotted her father on horseback wielding a bow and arrow. Of course with the urgent situation at hand he was still wearing his night gown. She would have laughed if she wasn't so scared.

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[i][u]Present Day[/u][/i]
[i][u]Castle Thirmos, Cilla's room[/u][/i]

Cilla finished tying her hair back as she reached for her sword with the other hand. Of course, her parents had wanted to wear a dress for her soon-to-be sister-in-law's arrival, but Cilla had reasoned that if they were to be sisters then she ought to see Cilla as she truly was rather than uphold a facade. Of course, it was all overtly dramatic and soppy, but, Cilla found this tactic worked more often than not.

She moved to the window, before sitting on the ledge and staring out onto Thirmos. All of the planning and preparation about her brother's wedding and whatnot had gotten Cilla thinking about her own love life. To be quite honest, it was rather hard for any royal to find proper love that wasn't arranged by their parents. Cilla often warned her family that if any of them tried to force her into marriage then she'd go and marry a homeless leper before they'd even managed to choose a ponce for her to wed.

Cilla had been in love just once, and it didn't end well. She disguised herself and went out into Thirmos as a commoner. She met a troubadour by the name of Elizabeth and they had practically fallen in love at first sight. Of course, the relationship could never work, what with Elizabeth being both female and a commoner. She left town within the second month of knowing Cilla and Cilla of course kept the relationship a secret to herself.

Nevertheless, it wasn't her wedding and she wasn't exactly in the mood to go looking for anyone so she focused her mind or more important matters. One of which was meeting her new sister-in-law. She at least hoped she wouldn't be the stereotypical airhead with no backbone. Rowan needed someone to slap him on the back of the head every now and then when he got too mouthy or got too...promiscuous. 

She left her room and went to eat breakfast before making final preparations before meeting her family outside to wait for the queen regent. The preparations weren't massive, and consisted of, Cilla moving a strand of hair in a desperate effort to hide her scar, along with fixing her shirt and making sure her boots weren't dirty. As much as she disliked to admit it, she was rather sensitive about the scar and vain in a sort of round-a-bout way. She watched as the queen regent began approaching the family. Cilla gave a small
[color=DarkViolet]"Greetings."[/color] as Emilia finished speaking.