[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] When Royalty Collides
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] September 24, 2016
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Feora Isabel Swinth
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Feora returned a kind smile to Mai before her attention was distracted by a loud voice sounding above the murmur of conversations. Her eyes widened slightly when her gaze landed on the shirtless Prince Casimir Antik D'strad of Ortha. His choice of attire, or lack thereof, was certainly a bold choice, but given the circumstances, she found it indecent. She grew wary when he announced his gift of personal handmaidens and men. It seemed like a potentially convenient, albeit intrusive, way for Ortha to gather intel. Hopefully she was wrong and that it was just a kind gesture, but one could never be too careful. She already had enough people in her life that she kept secrets from, so she didn’t particularly want to add any more. Besides, she didn’t even require much of the handmaiden she already had. 

She carefully hid her emotions behind a placid exterior as Casimir approached her and Mai. She felt uncomfortable listening to him speak to Mai in an almost intimate manner. Everything about him screamed cockiness, and it irked her to no end. She kept her hands close to her sides, seriously hoping he wouldn’t kiss her hand as well. She then took a small step closer to her guard. [i]It would be better if Fitzroy deals with this rather than me because I feel the desire to give this guy a good punch in the face. That certainly wouldn’t go over well.[/i] She had to focus hard on keeping her facial expression neutral when Casimir turned to speak to her. She was afraid to even smile politely and risk him thinking that she was interested in him, when in fact she found him abhorrent. She was relieved to say the least when the pink haired Princess Isobel caught Casimir’s attention.

Feora’s eyebrows shot up when she heard the exchange between Princess Fareeha and Casimir, regarding her blatant refusal of his gift. [color=007236]“We need to keep an eye on those two. They’re bound to start a fight,”[/color] she whispered to her guard when Casimir was no longer in hearing distance. He nodded his head in reply. Just then, the handmaiden gifted to her made an appearance. “Hello, Princess Feora. I am [url=http://i.ytimg.com/vi/KHSvHI7FtY4/0.jpg]Urnala Nummoa[/url], and it is my honor to serve you. How may I be of assistance?”

She was about to say that she currently did not require the servant’s assistance when it occurred to her that she had yet to hear from her stable hand. [color=007236]“Actually I do have something you could do. My horse and stable hand are supposed to arrive sometime today. Could you please go to the stables and see if they have arrived? If they have not, could you make sure that a stall has been prepared for my horse?”[/color] she asked.

“Yes, of course,” Urnala replied with a polite curtsy. Feora watched as the handmaiden left before her gaze drifted around the room. She suddenly heard a [i]“greetings”[/i] off to her side. She turned to fully face the person, but she wasn’t prepared to see who stood before her, her betrothed Prince Henry Allen Peterson III of Elaniel. Her green eyes widened slightly and her breath hitched in surprise. She followed his gaze down to the plate in his hand which had some pastries on it. [color=007236]“Sure,”[/color] she replied to his question, her voice sounding stronger than she felt. She hated that she felt so vulnerable, and she blamed her father for putting her in this situation. She was glad that her hands weren’t shaking as she delicately plucked one of the small pastries from Henry’s plate. As she ate it, her gaze slowly drifted back to his face. He had a nice smile, and she noted that they were similar in height. With the heels she wore, they were about at eye level. As she tried to come up with something suitable to say, she realized that she didn’t know a whole lot about him. In her stubbornness, she had neglected to do much research.

[i]What was she supposed to say to him? Hi, thanks for ruining my life. Yeah, that wouldn’t be an appropriate way to start a conversation.[/i] She opted for the typical greeting that been engrained in her all these years. She did a small polite curtsy before speaking, [color=007236]“Hello, Prince Henry. How are you doing?”[/color] She gave him a small smile, though her heart wasn’t fully in it. She felt numb to the world. Her father’s betrayal had cut her deeply and now her heart and soul were more heavily guarded. Her fiery spirit itched to break free from the constraints that had been placed upon it. She hoped that this man would not be a hindrance because she was done being controlled and broken down by others.