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Robot Unicorn Attack! (WIP experimental idea - need thoughts/feedback)

@KZOMBI3 ahahahaha maybe! no premade names or anything tho if I go through with it ;D

Robot Unicorn Attack! (WIP experimental idea - need thoughts/feedback)

Basically, a RP based off the game Robot Unicorn Attack 2 centered around robot unicorn racers where I hand-wave all the sci-fi because let's be real, I'm only in this for the couture gowns and sparkly aesthetics

Because there is so little of the world/sci-fi developed, I'd be totally down if you wanted to develop stuff on your own and then run it by me. I figure there'd be some kind of place where I could compile everything that people came up with on their own, if that's something that people wanted

This is the basic premise I have written up:

Robot unicorn racing: a sport dubbed as ‘glitter-clad annihilation’ by Unicorn City’s most infamous tabloids–and rightfully so. Racers decked out in jewels and gemstones gallop through the treacherous tracks in surprisingly functional stilettos, dashing recklessly through shimmering stars and maneuvering their way around deadly plasma beams, running the risk of smashing their unicorns into its component robot parts when they misjudge that one tricky jump….

Indeed, robot unicorn racing is a candy-coated cream puff of a sport with a tough-as-nails center. Racers jump and chase high scores and gold medals in a pre-teen girl’s fever dream made flesh with a skill and precision that makes the brutal sport look pretty.

But even with all the glitz and glamour of the industry, insiders will tell you that there is nothing even remotely pretty about the machinations that go on behind-the-scenes. The hours are long, the competition is cutthroat, and most of all, the higher you climb, the harder you fall…

Basic world info, not required reading right now but if you were interested

The Estrellian Federation (TEF)
A a collection of three planets (Ice World, Lava World, and Sky World), plus Unicorn City, a floating metropolis that connects them all. They are known for their cutting-edge technology, booming economy, and thriving entertainment industry-from glitzy fashion shows to robot unicorn racing, they’ve got it all.

Robot Unicorn Racing
1) History: robot horses (half horse, half robot) first started being developed about 50 years ago, but progress was slow. Robot unicorns were created thirty years ago, and a couple years later, robot unicorn racing exploded onto the scene when a Sky World talent agency bought the rights to a set of robot unicorns from the original manufacturer and turned them into an entertainment product.

Mechanical unicorns are still a relatively new phenomenon; approximately ten years ago, there was a wave of anti-robot sentiment as a group of scientists working for one of the larger unicorn manufacturing companies accidentally released a rogue AI into Unicorn City, where it then conducted a series of terrorist attacks, but everything returned to normal a few years later.

2) How the Industry Works: agencies (there is one main one for each world, as well as dozens of smaller/more minor ones) provide the unicorns (which they commission from manufacturers), and then they look for racers to compete with the unicorns. The industry is very female-dominated, though male racers are starting to gain popularity. When a girl is scouted, it’s half about actual skill and half about their looks and/or personality, as sponsorships and advertising revenues and partnerships with fashion labels are mostly how the agencies earn money (although, it was 100% about actual skill when the industry was first getting started).

Throughout the years, the robot unicorn racing industry has gotten increasingly competitive, because agencies are always looking for someone newer, younger, prettier, et cetera. These days, racers are a mix of celebrities, models, and actual racers, thanks to the commercialization of the industry, and there are definitely instances where girls get scouted solely because their outward appearance goes well with a certain unicorn. However, if they want to stay relevant in the industry, these girls have to pick up the in’s and out’s of unicorn racing very quickly.

+info about scoring, agencies, and each planet and such that I'm refraining from pasting here but will provide upon request!

As for the actual robot unicorns, it would be mostly me providing the pics/stats, and you'd be allowed to modify things but I guess big modifications (i.e. changing the racing specialty) would have to go through me, to ensure that we have a balance.

Example

Racer Name: SNOW (Marivana Irindra)

Agency: 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 (Ice World)

Notable Features: Sparkle Charmer (or S.C., as Marivana calls her) is a slightly older model of robot unicorn. She’s strong and sturdy, and very, very resilient.

Running Speed: Moderate

Endurance: Moderate

Flying Speed: Ascends gracefully

Strength: High

Rate of Acceleration: Moderate/medium

Racing Strengths & Specialties:

Sparkle Charmer is, if nothing else, very strong. Her ‘dash’ is one of the strongest ones in the industry, and she breaks through stone golems and stars and laser geysers with ease, getting both herself and Snow through these obstacles with sheer force alone.
In addition, the combination of Sparkle Charmer’s flying speed and strength means that she is able to pull off fancy swirls and other flying tricks that other unicorns may not be able to hold and/or perform for very long.
Other than that, Sparkle Charmer seems deceptively average in all other fields, but make no mistake about it-there is a reason Snow and Sparkle Charmer have stayed in the industry for as long as they have. Because what Sparkle Charmer lacks in speed and precision, she makes up for in sheer experience. Both unicorn and racer are seasoned veterans, and even without the best stats possible, the two of them know how to work with each other to win a race.
Racing Weaknesses & Shortcomings:

Sparkle Charmer is not a very subtle (for the lack of a better word) robot unicorn. She’s not nearly as nimble or as agile as some of the other unicorns out there, and complex dressage maneuvers are beyond her capabilities.
She is also not a very fast unicorn. She’s not slow, not by any means, but in a race of sheer speed alone, she would never stand a chance against some of the other unicorns.
Sparkle Charmer’s precision/accuracy falls somewhere in the middle. It’s definitely not her strongest suit.

Like the title says, this is a very experimental and still WIP idea that I might not end up going through with. Let me know what y'all think though!!!! <3

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When Royalty Collides

 

Han had made her way into where everyone had congregated. She could see all sorts of familiar faces, as far as her eye could see. She had the pleasure of doing business with some of these kingdoms. Some kingdoms she was quite fond of, and maintained a relationship that was beyond commerce and diplomacy. And some other kingdoms.. well... let’s just say that they had some fuckery going on that Han didn’t exactly approve of.

Currently, the princess of Tuyen Phu was waiting patiently for a rather special someone. A prince of Castilya. He was supposed to be a rather special person to Han, but quite honestly Han was only trying to be with him because her parents told her to do so. As much of an independent royal she was, she had to listen to the word of her parents as long as they lived. She stood at a table, her head propped up on an arm as she waited for him. But lo and behold, he was already there, much to the indifference of Han.

“Prince Alejandro. A pleasure, as always.” She said, before looking down at her dress, “Why, thank you. You have a very beautiful… gold… to your body.”

Alejandro beamed at her, not particularly put off by her general, uh, lack of coherence (at least, with regards to his outfit). “Oh, thank you,” he replied, adjusting one of his earrings. “I love the color of your dress, too. Pink is so gorgeous.”

Alejandro paused, took a tiny sip of his drink. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” he asked, pleasantly. “I hope your flight wasn’t too long - it would have been much longer than mine, I imagine, and I was pretty exhausted when we finally landed.”

Han chuckled softly. It was sweet of him to consider her fight here. The flight to Aciras was a rather long one, but the reason for flying far outweighed the tediousness and bother it took to get here. There were many opportunities for her here, one of which was right in front of her right now.

“Oh, it was long. But, it was not bad at all. Not much turbulence on the way here. Some jet lag, but I’ll be okay.” Han mused, “What about you? How was the flight from Castilya?”

“Mmm, it wasn’t horrible. But my hair was a mess after napping on the way over,” answered Alejandro, flashing her another grin. “The jet lag is awful, I agree, but I’m sure you have it worse than I do.”

Alejandro took another sip, using the movement as an excuse to flick his gaze towards Phillip. He was with Imani, of course - oh, but that gown of hers is lovely - and Gen (whose gown was also lovely), and he saw that Henri was talking to the trio as well.

Alejandro would have loved to go up to Phillip, say something not very PG-13 to him and then fuck off to somewhere upstairs and behind closed (preferably locked) doors, but obviously, that was not going to happen - not right now, at least. He let his eyes slide back to Han as he brought the delicate glass away from his lips.

“Have you visited Aciras before?” he asked. “I have, a few times, but I’m afraid that I still haven’t seen very much of it.”

“I have… but I unfortunately also have the same case as you.” Han had been to Aciras a few times on diplomatic matters, but she unfortunately never really took the time for herself as her schedule was filled with more pressing matters, “This kingdom is beautiful. I would love to explore it sometime.”

“I would, too,” Alejandro agreed. “I mean, I’ve been to the palace, obviously, and some of the other cities - mostly for the fashion shows. But I’ve never really had a chance to see the rest of it.”

“How does Aciras compare to Tuyen Phu?” Alejandro continued with a laugh, mostly to keep them from lapsing into an awkward silence. “Well, what you’ve seen of Aciras, anyway.”

“Aciras is bigger… but obviously I prefer Tuyen Phu.” Han smiled, “I’ll always prefer it.”

Alejandro grinned, nodded in agreement. “But of course,” he replied, laughing lightly. “The food here, for one, is different. And that’s just for me, coming from Castilya - I’m sure it must be even more so for you.”

“I have never had Aciran cuisine before, so I cannot say. But, I hear this place has some very good food. I’ve seen some of it on television. Some good places I’d love to try here, but I don’t think it quite does food like we do, or like Castilya.”

“Mmm, I see,” said Alejandro. “I’ve had some of the food - obviously not all of the different kinds, but I’ve had some of them - and while it’s good, it’s just not the same, you know?”

Alejandro scanned the assembled crowd, again. “Have you seen Princess Vivian anywhere?” he mused out loud. “I haven’t seen her around at all, and I do feel bad for not congratulating her on her engagement, yet.” He laughed, a tad sheepishly. “She and her family are the hosts of this event, of course.”

Han had just finished thinking of a response to whatever Alejandro was saying before she was asked about Princess Vivian. Come to think of it, she hadn’t really seen her either. She wasn’t present at the door when she had arrived here. “I have not. I only saw Princess Raven and the King and Queen. I would hazard a guess that she is… making her rounds?”

“I see,” Alejandro replied, “that makes sense, yeah.” He let his eyes flit through the room, again. “Do you see anyone that you’d like to talk to, here?” he asked, smiling and raising an eyebrow. “Seeing as we’re expected to be social, and everything.”

“I would like to see Prince Erik, but it appears that I do not see him… maybe he is preoccupied?” Or his skinny dick havin’ ass is just too busy with a pussy that don’t pop for him. “What about you? I’m sure there are some you’d like to see. I do not mind tagging along.”

Alejandro let out an amused huff. “Probably,” he admitted, knowing that Ara and Erik being together was some tea. “My friends Phillip and Imani are right over there,” he said, tilting his head in their direction. “If you don’t mind, we can go find them.”

Prince Phillip and Princess Imani… Han was familiar with them, but she hadn’t interacted much with them. But, better late than never, right? Might as well go start. “Sure. Just lead the way.” She held her arm out for Alejandro to take. Was that the thing to do with her future husband? She wasn’t sure.

Alejandro grinned, easily sliding his arm through Han’s. He started walking in their direction, noting that Gen was walking away with Prince Henri as they began navigating around the other small groups of people.

Imani was wearing a stunning off-the-shoulder gown, and as they approached, Alejandro could see that Phillip was wearing a blue ascot. He smiled to himself, inwardly, already wondering what the fabric would feel like under his fingers.

“Prince Phillip, Princess Imani,” Alejandro said by way of greeting, opting to include their titles, as they were in a public setting. He unlaced his arm from Han’s so that he could kiss Phillip (though they were more of pecks than kisses, in Alejandro’s opinion), once on each side of his face, his hands lingering for perhaps a second longer than they had to before he drew away. Then, he gave Imani a brief hug - they were close enough friends that Imani was comfortable with it - and threaded his arm through Han’s again. “How are you both? This is my fiancé, Princess Han,” he continued, inclining his head in her direction as he spoke.

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Han had made her way into where everyone had congregated. She could see all sorts of familiar faces, as far as her eye could see. She had the pleasure of doing business with some of these kingdoms. Some kingdoms she was quite fond of, and maintained a relationship that was beyond commerce and diplomacy. And some other kingdoms.. well... let’s just say that they had some fuckery going on that Han didn’t exactly approve of.

Currently, the princess of Tuyen Phu was waiting patiently for a rather special someone. A prince of Castilya. He was supposed to be a rather special person to Han, but quite honestly Han was only trying to be with him because her parents told her to do so. As much of an independent royal she was, she had to listen to the word of her parents as long as they lived. She stood at a table, her head propped up on an arm as she waited for him. But lo and behold, he was already there, much to the indifference of Han.

“Prince Alejandro. A pleasure, as always.” She said, before looking down at her dress, “Why, thank you. You have a very beautiful… gold… to your body.”

Alejandro beamed at her, not particularly put off by her general, uh, lack of coherence (at least, with regards to his outfit). “Oh, thank you,” he replied, adjusting one of his earrings. “I love the color of your dress, too. Pink is so gorgeous.”

Alejandro paused, took a tiny sip of his drink. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” he asked, pleasantly. “I hope your flight wasn’t too long - it would have been much longer than mine, I imagine, and I was pretty exhausted when we finally landed.”

Han chuckled softly. It was sweet of him to consider her fight here. The flight to Aciras was a rather long one, but the reason for flying far outweighed the tediousness and bother it took to get here. There were many opportunities for her here, one of which was right in front of her right now.

“Oh, it was long. But, it was not bad at all. Not much turbulence on the way here. Some jet lag, but I’ll be okay.” Han mused, “What about you? How was the flight from Castilya?”

“Mmm, it wasn’t horrible. But my hair was a mess after napping on the way over,” answered Alejandro, flashing her another grin. “The jet lag is awful, I agree, but I’m sure you have it worse than I do.”

Alejandro took another sip, using the movement as an excuse to flick his gaze towards Phillip. He was with Imani, of course - oh, but that gown of hers is lovely - and Gen (whose gown was also lovely), and he saw that Henri was talking to the trio as well.

Alejandro would have loved to go up to Phillip, say something not very PG-13 to him and then fuck off to somewhere upstairs and behind closed (preferably locked) doors, but obviously, that was not going to happen - not right now, at least. He let his eyes slide back to Han as he brought the delicate glass away from his lips.

“Have you visited Aciras before?” he asked. “I have, a few times, but I’m afraid that I still haven’t seen very much of it.”

“I have… but I unfortunately also have the same case as you.” Han had been to Aciras a few times on diplomatic matters, but she unfortunately never really took the time for herself as her schedule was filled with more pressing matters, “This kingdom is beautiful. I would love to explore it sometime.”

“I would, too,” Alejandro agreed. “I mean, I’ve been to the palace, obviously, and some of the other cities - mostly for the fashion shows. But I’ve never really had a chance to see the rest of it.”

“How does Aciras compare to Tuyen Phu?” Alejandro continued with a laugh, mostly to keep them from lapsing into an awkward silence. “Well, what you’ve seen of Aciras, anyway.”

“Aciras is bigger… but obviously I prefer Tuyen Phu.” Han smiled, “I’ll always prefer it.”

Alejandro grinned, nodded in agreement. “But of course,” he replied, laughing lightly. “The food here, for one, is different. And that’s just for me, coming from Castilya - I’m sure it must be even more so for you.”

“I have never had Aciran cuisine before, so I cannot say. But, I hear this place has some very good food. I’ve seen some of it on television. Some good places I’d love to try here, but I don’t think it quite does food like we do, or like Castilya.”

“Mmm, I see,” said Alejandro. “I’ve had some of the food - obviously not all of the different kinds, but I’ve had some of them - and while it’s good, it’s just not the same, you know?”

Alejandro scanned the assembled crowd, again. “Have you seen Princess Vivian anywhere?” he mused out loud. “I haven’t seen her around at all, and I do feel bad for not congratulating her on her engagement, yet.” He laughed, a tad sheepishly. “She and her family are the hosts of this event, of course.”

Han had just finished thinking of a response to whatever Alejandro was saying before she was asked about Princess Vivian. Come to think of it, she hadn’t really seen her either. She wasn’t present at the door when she had arrived here. “I have not. I only saw Princess Raven and the King and Queen. I would hazard a guess that she is… making her rounds?”

“I see,” Alejandro replied, “that makes sense, yeah.” He let his eyes flit through the room, again. “Do you see anyone that you’d like to talk to, here?” he asked, smiling and raising an eyebrow. “Seeing as we’re expected to be social, and everything.”

“I would like to see Prince Erik, but it appears that I do not see him… maybe he is preoccupied?” Or his skinny dick havin’ ass is just too busy with a pussy that don’t pop for him. “What about you? I’m sure there are some you’d like to see. I do not mind tagging along.”

Alejandro let out an amused huff. “Probably,” he admitted, knowing that Ara and Erik being together was some tea. “My friends Phillip and Imani are right over there,” he said, tilting his head in their direction. “If you don’t mind, we can go find them.”

Prince Phillip and Princess Imani… Han was familiar with them, but she hadn’t interacted much with them. But, better late than never, right? Might as well go start. “Sure. Just lead the way.” She held her arm out for Alejandro to take. Was that the thing to do with her future husband? She wasn’t sure.

Alejandro grinned, easily sliding his arm through Han’s. He started walking in their direction, noting that Gen was walking away with Prince Henri as they began navigating around the other small groups of people.

Imani was wearing a stunning off-the-shoulder gown, and as they approached, Alejandro could see that Phillip was wearing a blue ascot. He smiled to himself, inwardly, already wondering what the fabric would feel like under his fingers.

“Prince Phillip, Princess Imani,” Alejandro said by way of greeting, opting to include their titles, as they were in a public setting. He unlaced his arm from Han’s so that he could kiss Phillip (though they were more of pecks than kisses, in Alejandro’s opinion), once on each side of his face, his hands lingering for perhaps a second longer than they had to before he drew away. Then, he gave Imani a brief hug - they were close enough friends that Imani was comfortable with it - and threaded his arm through Han’s again. “How are you both? This is my fiancé, Princess Han,” he continued, inclining his head in her direction as he spoke.

When Royalty Collides

Raiden had been too distracted by Henri's lost puppy eyes to notice Beatrice approaching them. It wasn't until she was standing in front of him and Ryn that he finally noticed her. He had to pry his eyes away from the blonde to look at his fiancée.

"Ah, Princess Beatrice, you look stunning as always." He pulled back from the table he had been leaning on to give the Princess of Königreich der Welten a propper bow. "We only had small talk," Raiden glanced back at Ryn just in time to see Quentin approach their table.

After Quentin's little introduction, Raiden gave the man an encouraging look before glancing at Ryn to give her the "use the dagger on me" look before turning his attention back to Beatrice. "We should leave these two to talk. Ryn, please remember we are at a ball." he teased before offering his arm his betrothed. "Shall we?"

In response to Raiden’s bow, Beatrice dipped into a slight curtsey, smiling and thanking him for the compliment. Then, Beatrice took a moment to properly appreciate both Raiden and Ryn's outfits - Raiden was in all black, his suit paired with an absolutely gorgeous embroidered overcoat, and Beatrice thought that Ryn’s one-shoulder gown (which was also sporting some stunning embroidery), while a bit more daring than something Beatrice would personally wear, was beautiful.

She glanced at Quentin, briefly - his outfit was a lot more elegant than Beatrice had initially expected, all things considered. “It’s nice to see you too, Quentin,” she replied, politely.

Beatrice had known that Raiden and Ryn were good friends, what with their couture brand, and she smiled at the light teasing, as would be expected of her. “Lead the way,” she said as she accepted Raiden’s proffered arm, giving him another small, polite smile.

With another smile to Ryn and Quentin, Raiden led the way towards the open bar. Now with Beatrice on his arm, he needed something stronger to keep him focused- or to take the strain of it all. "How was your flight? I was lucky enough to have the Raske siblings with me."

When they finally got to the bar, he waved down one of the bartenders and ordered an old fashioned with bourbon. The night was still young, but Raiden already felt the weight of it all weighing him down. He glanced at Beatrice and offered a kind smile. Being alone with her felt surreal. He never imagined himself with a woman at all, but standing next to her made him realize how fucked he was.

“My flight was alright,” Beatrice responded, falling into step beside Raiden as they walked to the bar. “Long, though. But probably not as long as yours.”

Beatrice waited until Raiden was done ordering his drink before speaking again, returning his smile with one of his own. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” she asked, as politely as ever, taking a sip of the drink she’d snagged on her way over to Raiden and Ryn. “I’ve only been a couple times, and would love to see more of the city.”

"I am. I'm staying at The Plaza hotel with Ryn and Rhys. I'm hoping to enjoy the city far more than being stuck in this palace." Raiden took a sip from his own drink, "Perhaps you can join us one of these days. Ryn was planning to see some of the clubs Aciras has to offer. It would be a perfect opportunity to see more of the capital city too." It would be a nice opportunity to see a more relaxed side of Beatrice.

Beatrice couldn’t honestly say that she approved of Raiden’s choice of friends when it came to the Raskes, but whatever. It was none of her business, and if she would have to deal with being around them for the next two months, then so be it. It would get...tedious, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Beatrice could put up with tedious.

“I think, quite honestly, that my parents would actually kill me if they caught wind of me going clubbing,” she replied, a wry look on her face. “So we’d have to be incredibly stealthy. But I can’t say that I’m altogether opposed to the idea, and I’d certainly like to see more of the capital. It’s quite lovely.”

"Well, if that's the case we can opt-out and do something more suitable." Raiden offered with a shrug on a shoulder. "We can always go on a trip around the capital. I heard Aciras is famous for its apple pie and its lovely gardens."

He didn't mind going out of his way to spend some time with Beatrice. If they got to know each other a bit more they could possibly come down to an agreement to dissolve their betrothal. Making it a mutual decision would get his parents off his back.

“I’d like that,” said Beatrice, flashing Raiden a brief smile. “I love apple pie, and gardens. My mom has always been into flowers, and I guess it rubbed off on me.”

Beatrice paused, and took another sip of her drink. This is...pretty awkward, all things considered. We barely even know each other. And I suppose it doesn’t help that I don’t plan on marrying him at all, she thought.

“Do you see a lot of other people that you know here?” she asked, after a moment of hesitation. “I don’t think I’ve seen Princess Vivian, yet, but I still have to congratulate her on her upcoming wedding.”

"I see a few I should probably get to greet them," Raiden nodded a bit, scanning the room to look at Leo, Cass, Chris, and finally Henri. He could tell Henri didn't want to be in this place. Even from across the ball, he could see his subtle mannerisms.

"Would you like to look for her?" Raiden turned his gaze back to Beatrice. "I can help you look," please say no. He wanted to make his way across the ballroom and talk to Henri, but leaving Beatrice would be rude of him. Although she seemed to be looking for an excuse to leave his side. Raiden didn't blame her.

Beatrice’s gaze flitted around the ornate ballroom as Raiden’s did the same. “Well, I don’t see Princess Vivian, so I don’t see why we should not go and greet the others,” she answered. “We can always go look for Vivian and congratulate her a different time.”

Beatrice surveyed the ballroom again, more discreetly this time. Out of all of the people in attendance, the person she wanted to speak to the most was Zheng, but she couldn’t. Not with this many people around, and not when she had someone she was already supposed to be marrying.

No; she couldn’t go find him alone, but perhaps she and Raiden would naturally cross paths with him over the course of the night. It seemed like the best bet, in any case, so Beatrice turned to Raiden and gave him a faint smile. “If there’s someone you’d like to talk to, we can definitely go and find them,” she said. “I’d love to meet more of the people here.”

Raiden hid the disappointment with a sip of his drink. "Of course." Raiden offered her his arm once more. "I can introduce you to a business partner and friend of mine." He glanced around for Cassandra, smiling when he spotted her. "She's a bright woman, I am sure you two will get along just fine."

Once again, Beatrice took Raiden’s arm. “That would be lovely,” Beatrice agreed, even as she sensed the - the reluctance? - in Raiden’s voice. Beatrice had heard of Cassandra, of course, but they’d never interacted (and frankly, Beatrice wasn’t sure how much she wanted to interact with the princess from Dal Riata, given that she was fairly certain that any political power Cassandra had would be negligible, considering how she was running her own company now. Nevertheless, Beatrice was nothing if not polite).

Raiden began to lead the way towards the familiar face of Cassandra. She wasn't too far off as she had been talking to the Maris Royalty and the Princess of Massylii. "Perhaps we could greet one of your friends as well, I'm afraid I'm not very well acquainted with many of the other royals." He glanced at the Princess of Arcenia and the Prince of Austerund as they continued to walk. It was amusing to watch them from afar.

Beatrice nodded in agreement to Raiden’s words as they walked. “I’d be happy to introduce you,” she replied, pleasantly. Beatrice followed Raiden’s gaze to Arabelle and Erik, arguing yet again. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, just a little bit. Really, both of them could be more mature about their betrothal, she thought to herself. Like, I love Ara, and Erik’s really not so bad. But seriously. Nevertheless, Beatrice still found herself suppressing a fond smile, despite the childishness of it all.

Beatrice thought that she had spotted Cassandra, just a little ways ahead, and was content to follow along with Raiden. However, before they could get closer to the princess from Dal Riata, no one other than Zheng himself appeared in front of them, presumably on his way to join in on the festivities.

Beatrice slowed to a stop. “Princess Beatrice, an honor to see you here. I do hope that Königreich der Welten and its queen are doing well,” said Zheng.

“Prince Zheng, how are you?” Beatrice said by way of greeting, giving him a polite smile. Zheng hadn’t been born into royalty, but the emperor of Liang had given him the titles, thanks to his service, and Beatrice knew court etiquette like the back of her hand. She knew to address him properly.

Beatrice winced, internally, at the entire situation. Here she was, hanging out with both the man everyone thought she was going to marry and the man that she wanted to marry (if only for political reasons). Zheng knew about her betrothal, of course, and how she did not intend to see it through. Raiden did not.

“Prince Raiden, this is Zheng. Prince Zheng, this is Raiden, my fiancé, she said, not letting any of her thoughts show on her face, her expression arranged in one of polite interest the entire time.

Dear God. We’re ten minutes in, and everything is already so awkward. How are we supposed to get through two entire months?

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Raiden had been too distracted by Henri's lost puppy eyes to notice Beatrice approaching them. It wasn't until she was standing in front of him and Ryn that he finally noticed her. He had to pry his eyes away from the blonde to look at his fiancée.

"Ah, Princess Beatrice, you look stunning as always." He pulled back from the table he had been leaning on to give the Princess of Königreich der Welten a propper bow. "We only had small talk," Raiden glanced back at Ryn just in time to see Quentin approach their table.

After Quentin's little introduction, Raiden gave the man an encouraging look before glancing at Ryn to give her the "use the dagger on me" look before turning his attention back to Beatrice. "We should leave these two to talk. Ryn, please remember we are at a ball." he teased before offering his arm his betrothed. "Shall we?"

In response to Raiden’s bow, Beatrice dipped into a slight curtsey, smiling and thanking him for the compliment. Then, Beatrice took a moment to properly appreciate both Raiden and Ryn's outfits - Raiden was in all black, his suit paired with an absolutely gorgeous embroidered overcoat, and Beatrice thought that Ryn’s one-shoulder gown (which was also sporting some stunning embroidery), while a bit more daring than something Beatrice would personally wear, was beautiful.

She glanced at Quentin, briefly - his outfit was a lot more elegant than Beatrice had initially expected, all things considered. “It’s nice to see you too, Quentin,” she replied, politely.

Beatrice had known that Raiden and Ryn were good friends, what with their couture brand, and she smiled at the light teasing, as would be expected of her. “Lead the way,” she said as she accepted Raiden’s proffered arm, giving him another small, polite smile.

With another smile to Ryn and Quentin, Raiden led the way towards the open bar. Now with Beatrice on his arm, he needed something stronger to keep him focused- or to take the strain of it all. "How was your flight? I was lucky enough to have the Raske siblings with me."

When they finally got to the bar, he waved down one of the bartenders and ordered an old fashioned with bourbon. The night was still young, but Raiden already felt the weight of it all weighing him down. He glanced at Beatrice and offered a kind smile. Being alone with her felt surreal. He never imagined himself with a woman at all, but standing next to her made him realize how fucked he was.

“My flight was alright,” Beatrice responded, falling into step beside Raiden as they walked to the bar. “Long, though. But probably not as long as yours.”

Beatrice waited until Raiden was done ordering his drink before speaking again, returning his smile with one of his own. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” she asked, as politely as ever, taking a sip of the drink she’d snagged on her way over to Raiden and Ryn. “I’ve only been a couple times, and would love to see more of the city.”

"I am. I'm staying at The Plaza hotel with Ryn and Rhys. I'm hoping to enjoy the city far more than being stuck in this palace." Raiden took a sip from his own drink, "Perhaps you can join us one of these days. Ryn was planning to see some of the clubs Aciras has to offer. It would be a perfect opportunity to see more of the capital city too." It would be a nice opportunity to see a more relaxed side of Beatrice.

Beatrice couldn’t honestly say that she approved of Raiden’s choice of friends when it came to the Raskes, but whatever. It was none of her business, and if she would have to deal with being around them for the next two months, then so be it. It would get...tedious, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Beatrice could put up with tedious.

“I think, quite honestly, that my parents would actually kill me if they caught wind of me going clubbing,” she replied, a wry look on her face. “So we’d have to be incredibly stealthy. But I can’t say that I’m altogether opposed to the idea, and I’d certainly like to see more of the capital. It’s quite lovely.”

"Well, if that's the case we can opt-out and do something more suitable." Raiden offered with a shrug on a shoulder. "We can always go on a trip around the capital. I heard Aciras is famous for its apple pie and its lovely gardens."

He didn't mind going out of his way to spend some time with Beatrice. If they got to know each other a bit more they could possibly come down to an agreement to dissolve their betrothal. Making it a mutual decision would get his parents off his back.

“I’d like that,” said Beatrice, flashing Raiden a brief smile. “I love apple pie, and gardens. My mom has always been into flowers, and I guess it rubbed off on me.”

Beatrice paused, and took another sip of her drink. This is...pretty awkward, all things considered. We barely even know each other. And I suppose it doesn’t help that I don’t plan on marrying him at all, she thought.

“Do you see a lot of other people that you know here?” she asked, after a moment of hesitation. “I don’t think I’ve seen Princess Vivian, yet, but I still have to congratulate her on her upcoming wedding.”

"I see a few I should probably get to greet them," Raiden nodded a bit, scanning the room to look at Leo, Cass, Chris, and finally Henri. He could tell Henri didn't want to be in this place. Even from across the ball, he could see his subtle mannerisms.

"Would you like to look for her?" Raiden turned his gaze back to Beatrice. "I can help you look," please say no. He wanted to make his way across the ballroom and talk to Henri, but leaving Beatrice would be rude of him. Although she seemed to be looking for an excuse to leave his side. Raiden didn't blame her.

Beatrice’s gaze flitted around the ornate ballroom as Raiden’s did the same. “Well, I don’t see Princess Vivian, so I don’t see why we should not go and greet the others,” she answered. “We can always go look for Vivian and congratulate her a different time.”

Beatrice surveyed the ballroom again, more discreetly this time. Out of all of the people in attendance, the person she wanted to speak to the most was Zheng, but she couldn’t. Not with this many people around, and not when she had someone she was already supposed to be marrying.

No; she couldn’t go find him alone, but perhaps she and Raiden would naturally cross paths with him over the course of the night. It seemed like the best bet, in any case, so Beatrice turned to Raiden and gave him a faint smile. “If there’s someone you’d like to talk to, we can definitely go and find them,” she said. “I’d love to meet more of the people here.”

Raiden hid the disappointment with a sip of his drink. "Of course." Raiden offered her his arm once more. "I can introduce you to a business partner and friend of mine." He glanced around for Cassandra, smiling when he spotted her. "She's a bright woman, I am sure you two will get along just fine."

Once again, Beatrice took Raiden’s arm. “That would be lovely,” Beatrice agreed, even as she sensed the - the reluctance? - in Raiden’s voice. Beatrice had heard of Cassandra, of course, but they’d never interacted (and frankly, Beatrice wasn’t sure how much she wanted to interact with the princess from Dal Riata, given that she was fairly certain that any political power Cassandra had would be negligible, considering how she was running her own company now. Nevertheless, Beatrice was nothing if not polite).

Raiden began to lead the way towards the familiar face of Cassandra. She wasn't too far off as she had been talking to the Maris Royalty and the Princess of Massylii. "Perhaps we could greet one of your friends as well, I'm afraid I'm not very well acquainted with many of the other royals." He glanced at the Princess of Arcenia and the Prince of Austerund as they continued to walk. It was amusing to watch them from afar.

Beatrice nodded in agreement to Raiden’s words as they walked. “I’d be happy to introduce you,” she replied, pleasantly. Beatrice followed Raiden’s gaze to Arabelle and Erik, arguing yet again. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, just a little bit. Really, both of them could be more mature about their betrothal, she thought to herself. Like, I love Ara, and Erik’s really not so bad. But seriously. Nevertheless, Beatrice still found herself suppressing a fond smile, despite the childishness of it all.

Beatrice thought that she had spotted Cassandra, just a little ways ahead, and was content to follow along with Raiden. However, before they could get closer to the princess from Dal Riata, no one other than Zheng himself appeared in front of them, presumably on his way to join in on the festivities.

Beatrice slowed to a stop. “Princess Beatrice, an honor to see you here. I do hope that Königreich der Welten and its queen are doing well,” said Zheng.
“Prince Zheng, how are you?” Beatrice said by way of greeting, giving him a polite smile. Zheng hadn’t been born into royalty, but the emperor of Liang had given him the titles, thanks to his service, and Beatrice knew court etiquette like the back of her hand. She knew to address him properly.

Beatrice winced, internally, at the entire situation. Here she was, hanging out with both the man everyone thought she was going to marry and the man that she wanted to marry (if only for political reasons). Zheng knew about her betrothal, of course, and how she did not intend to see it through. Raiden did not.

“Prince Raiden, this is Zheng. Prince Zheng, this is Raiden, my fiancé, she said, not letting any of her thoughts show on her face, her expression arranged in one of polite interest the entire time.

Dear God. We’re ten minutes in, and everything is already so awkward. How are we supposed to get through two entire months?

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When Royalty Collides

Beatrice König of Königreich der Welten certainly didn’t have as much of a penchant for reds and blacks and rose motifs as her mother did, but make no mistake about it - she was in no way against the aesthetics her mother favored, either. And so the hours before the welcome ball in Aciras found Beatrice standing in a black velvet gown, examining her reflection in the mirror. The gown cinched in neatly at the waist, and the sleeves were decorated with intricate beadwork at the shoulders and wrists. The same beadwork had been used to create floral motifs across the full, floor-length skirt, shimmering nicely in the light when she moved. The neckline of the gown dipped downwards in a sharp vee, and strands of diamonds went around her neck, cascading downwards and fanning out elegantly across her sternum. Simple diamond earrings dangled from her ears, and a pair of strappy black tie-up heels completed the ensemble.

The gown itself was gorgeous, of course, but Beatrice liked it even more for the fact that it had pockets - and spacious ones, at that. God bless Malini Couture.

Beatrice wasn't sure how she felt about being in the same place as both Prince Raiden and Zheng. She and Zheng couldn't give anything away about the agreement that Queen Mai and Emperor Ming had brokered for them, of course, but she felt slightly bad for misleading not only Prince Raiden, but also her siblings. Olivia knew, but not her brothers. Their mother had forbidden either of them from breathing a word about the arrangement to both Gene and Alex, and Beatrice trusted her mother enough to go along with it...but still. She loved her siblings, all of them, more than anything in the world, and she didn't like keeping secrets from Gene and Alex.

Almost as if the universe had heard her thoughts, Beatrice's phone vibrated from where she'd left it on the table. Beatrice glanced at the screen; the caller ID read as "Mom".

"Hey Mom," she greeted, bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Beatrice, how was your flight? her mother asked in Liangii. "It was alright? Not too uncomfortable, I hope?

"It was good, yeah," replied Beatrice, also slipping into Liangii, as she had been wont to do with her mother, ever since they'd started coming up with the plan. "How's everything back at home?

Her mother laughed, softly. "The same as always," she answered. "Alex brought home a puppy. Your father was...surprised, but not wholly against it. We've named the puppy Alex Jr. At your brother's insistence, of course."

Beatrice couldn't help laughing along with her mother. Her older brothers were almost polar opposites - Gene was such a goody two-shoes, but Alex was a fucking troll. "Oh, really? Tell him that I think he should come up with a more original name," Beatrice responded, smiling. They chatted about what Beatrice's siblings were up to for a few minutes, and then her mother lowered her voice.

"Beatrice, listen," she began, still speaking Liangii, "whatever you do, you need to make it obvious that you are planning to marry Raiden Zhao. Okay? I know your feelings about this matter, and I understand, more than you might think. But you can't have what you say and do suggest otherwise. You must do this for your home."

Beatrice listened carefully, nodding idly to herself. She noted the way that her mother carefully phrased her words - to a casual listener, it would seem like only Beatrice was the only one who was against the engagement, and that it was for purely personal reasons. The way that her mother used 'home', too - most would assume she was speaking of Königreich der Welten when she said that, but Beatrice knew that her mother meant Liang. Even if she had grown up in Königreich der Welten, she had always taken more after her mother than she had her father, and her mother was all Liangii, no matter what her official titles and whatnot said.

There was something else her mother was hiding, Beatrice knew, regarding her plans for the future. Even if Beatrice and Zheng were married, what was to stop her father - King Niklas König - from simply annexing Liang anyway, through the fact that Beatrice was his daughter by his Liangii wife? Beatrice didn't know, and deep in her hearts of hearts, she was afraid of what her mother might do, in order to stop her father.

"I know, Mom, Beatrice said in response, softly. "I know. I won't forget. I'll call you later, okay? I need to finish getting ready."

"I know you know," said her mother, laughing sheepishly. "I just can't help but to worry about you. I know what it feels like, and I know that you can go through with this. I love you, okay? I'll talk to you later." And with that, the line went dead.

Beatrice sighed, set her phone aside. Her mother never really spoke of her life before she married King Niklas, not really - oh, she'd mention small things here and there, especially when they paid her uncle (Beatrice's great-uncle) a visit in Liang, but Beatrice could tell that things like her childhood and her years as the princess of Liang were sensitive subjects, to her mother, so she never asked. And neither had Olivia, nor their brothers. However, Beatrice had the sneaking suspicion that she'd told Olivia a few things, and in fact, she knew that her mother had been gunning for Alex, first, and then Olivia, to marry into Liangii nobility and eventually rule over the kingdom, after Emperor Ming died. It had hurt, for a few years, until her mother had explained her reasons:

"It wouldn't be enough for you, Beatrice, to be a consort. Your sister would have been happy simply serving the people. Your brother, well, anything that lets him have his fun would make him happy. But you're too much like me. It wouldn't be enough for you." And Beatrice heard the words hanging in the air, the words that were at the tip of Queen Consort Mai König's tongue, even though her mother never said them out loud: "Just like it isn't enough for me."

Beatrice shook her head to herself, slightly. There was no use in dwelling on that right now. She had a ball to attend.

The car ride to the Aciran palace wasn't too long, thankfully. Beatrice mentally went down the guest list one last time - she recognized all the names, though she was not very close with most of the list. Sure, she'd met people here and there on official visits (and Raven was a gem, truly), but she wasn't best friends with any of them. She was definitely looking forward to seeing Ara again, of course; the two of them had become acquainted as teenagers, after Austerund and Arcenia started making efforts to reconcile. She was acquainted with Prince Erik as well, though she didn't know him as well as she knew Ara. The same could be said of Catherine, too; Beatrice didn't really know her, other than the fact that she was Ara's sister. I'm not sure how much she'd care for me, in all honesty, but I don't have anything against her, Beatrice reflected, watching the scenery whiz by.

And then, of course, there was the rest of the 'party crowd', as Beatrice had taken to calling them in her head - Prince Chris of Hellenica, Prince Alejandro of Castilya, Princess Leonor of Nevarrea, Prince Phillip of Maris...there were probably some others, but Beatrice couldn't be sure; she definitely didn't care to spend her entire day scrolling through Instagram and Twitter, following everything that they did. She had never gotten a chance to meet any of them outside of an official capacity, but she had nothing wrong with them, per se. Alejandro's the one who keeps flirting with my brothers. I think, if Dad hadn't been in the room at the same time, Alex might have flirted back, just to be a troll.

Out of the entire guest list, Beatrice was probably the most wary of the Raskes (Fareeha Amari would have made it on the list, if Beatrice also didn't know that her oldest two siblings thought very highly of her. They'd met more than just a few times, thanks to the friendly relations between Mamlakat Asslahra and Königreich der Welten, and Beatrice lowkey highkey adored Fareeha). Königreich der Welten was on neutral terms with Dredalen, and Beatrice had no specific problem with them, of course, but the Raskes weren't exactly subtle about what they did.

(Although, Beatrice had to admit that it was going to be pretty interesting, seeing a prince like Quentin Houston of the Tessian Sovereignty betrothed to Maeryn Raske. The two of them were, like, complete opposites.)

There were other people she recognized on the guest list, too, but she didn't have too much of an opinion either way. And Raiden, her supposed betrothed? Well, Beatrice didn't know what to think of him, not just yet. They'd met a couple times, on official visits and whatnot, but it wasn't like they were friends or anything. He seemed...nice, was the only word Beatrice could think of. Nice, with a great taste in fashion, and perhaps on the quieter side. Princess Leonor's friends with him, isn't she? she thought to herself, absentmindedly.

Zheng Hu, AKA the man that she was going to marry as soon as the time was right for the two of them to ascend the Liangii throne - Beatrice had never actually talked to him, face-to-face. His mother had said he was a general in his own right, cunning enough to rule well, but charismatic enough to hide the true extent of what he was doing. Beatrice knew, too, that he'd lost an arm fighting against people who her mother and great-uncle suspected were operatives sent to Liang on the behalf of Königreich der Welten - people who would have been sent there by her father. Beatrice didn't know what to think about him, either, only that she trusted her mother enough to know that she would not have secretly arranged for her to marry someone who would be cruel to her and/or the people of Liang.

When they arrived at the palace, Beatrice stepped out of the car, thanking the driver and the staff members who appeared to take her luggage up to the rooms she'd be staying in for the remainder of her visit. She paused for a few pictures, ignoring all the questions being thrown her way, and greeted the King and Queen of Aciras, along with Raven, with all the expected formalities (though she'd given Raven a genuine smile, when she got to the other princess - they'd met, in the past, and of course Beatrice had told her that her gown was absolutely lovely). Inside the ballroom, Beatrice let her gaze flit from one corner to the next, searching out her betrothed. She would have liked to approach Zheng, but that would have to wait for later. They both had appearances to keep up.

Raiden Zhao was standing with Maeryn Raske, by one of the tables. As she got closer, she could see that the two of them had already found themselves something to drink, and Beatrice followed suit, taking a flute of champagne and thanking the server as she went. "Prince Raiden, Princess Maeryn. I hope I'm not interrupting you guys," she said as she approached, smiling in greeting. "How are you? And I must say, both of you look amazing tonight."