[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] When Royalty Collides
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] November 23, 2016
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Feora Isabel Swinth
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Feora caught snippets of the conversations around her, but the only one that really caught her attention was Raven and Elizaveta’s regarding a slumber party. In all honesty, she wasn’t terribly excited about the idea; however, she knew she shouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get to know and build relations with the kingdoms’ future rulers. She hoped that the night wouldn’t be filled with conservations solely based on trivial matters but could be steered towards something more meaningful. She would greatly enjoy having an intellectual conversation for a change of pace. 

She decided not to pursue starting any new conversations. There would be plenty of time for that later. Right now, she wanted some food. As she started to cross the room, she glanced over at the newest arrival. She did a double take and suddenly stopped in her tracks when she realized it was Henry, her betrothed, who had just entered the room. Her gaze swept over him, and her eyes widened in dismay when she saw that he was still wearing his pajamas. He hadn’t even bothered to brush his hair or make himself even slightly presentable. She quickly turned to where her back was mostly facing him but she could still watch him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed completely out of it. It wasn’t until after he had taken a few sips of his coffee that it finally seemed dawn on him where he was. [i]Oh good Lord, help me,[/i] she groaned inwardly.

She wasn’t about to approach him. That would only increase her torture by letting everyone know that she was betrothed to this…[i]fool, royal mess of a prince, walking zombie, I don’t know what I am supposed to call him.[/i] She turned her attention away from him entirely and went back to what she had previously been doing: going to get some food. Unfortunately, her “peace” was short lived. [i]What the hell,[/i] she thought when someone suddenly tugged on her hand and began to practically drag her across the room. She started to pull away from the person but then stopped doing so when her gaze landed on the source: Henry.

Her face flushed, and she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She could almost feel the inevitable stares that this spectacle was likely garnering. Indignation quickly filled her, and when they were out of view, and hopefully earshot, she would let him have it. When Henry finally came to a stop, she ripped her hand from his grasp. Abruptly following that, in one impulsive move, she made to land a solid smack across his cheek. A fieriness that had not been there since the day her father had told her about her arranged marriage ignited itself within her. Out spewed her unfiltered feelings. [color=007236]“Don’t [i]ever[/i] do that again. I am not some woman you can just do with as you please. I can only imagine the horrible impression you just made on all of those people. It is one thing to present only yourself as a fool, but my reputation is now linked to yours. I will not have you tarnish my name and my kingdom!”[/color] she snapped at him.