[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] When Royalty Collides
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] November 2, 2016
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Feora Isabel Swinth
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Feora woke up early the following morning, before the sun had yet to rise above the horizon. Rising early was a habitual practice for her that came from growing up in Wulfswinth, where everything bustled with life shortly after sunrise. It took her a few moments to register where she was and why. And when it all came rushing back to her, she felt a constricting sensation that she had grown all too familiar with. There was a time when she used to wake up excited for the day, but lately, all she felt was dread. She grew weary of pretending to be someone she wasn’t and trying to live up to others’ expectations. With the added stress of her arranged marriage, it was almost too much to bear. [i]Almost.[/i] Her fiery spirit wouldn’t allow herself to be completely broken down. Feora took a deep calming breath before getting out of bed to prepare for the day. 

After taking a shower, she towel dried and brushed out her long dark brown hair before putting it in a simple braid. When she went to pick out something to wear, she noticed that a dress and a pair of heels were already set aside. Her handmaiden must have picked it out after moving her stuff into the room. [color=007236]“I am not wearing another dress,”[/color] she stated with an annoyed huff. She bypassed the dress and went for a simple green top and dark blue jeans paired with black paddock boots and a brown belt. She didn’t bother to put any makeup on. She wasn’t great at applying it anyways. With that all done, she made to leave her bedchambers. When she opened the door, to her utter annoyance, she was greeted by her two guards Maxwell and Fitzroy. [color=007236]“I should have figured that being in another kingdom would not stop your routine of getting up early,”[/color] she grumbled. She hated having them follow her around, more so after she realized that they were likely telling her father about everything she said or did. She barely held back a glare. She shut the door behind her and then pushed past her guards. She didn’t get far before she saw her two handmaidens, one from Wulfswinth and the other from Prince Casimir, come around the corner. “Princess, did you not see the dress I picked out for you?” Elizabeth, the handmaiden from Wulfswinth, asked when she spotted Feora. 

[color=007236]“Yes, I did, and I chose not to wear it. Now, I do not require either of your assistances until the ball tonight,”[/color] Feora retorted sharply. She then continued on past them, ignoring their slightly shocked faces. She schooled her facial expression to something more neutral as she headed for the dining room. She was tempted to turn around and head back to her room when she spotted several people (Mai, Elizaveta, Nikolai, and Raven) already in the dining room. She forced a smile onto her face as she entered the room with her guards trailing behind her.