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Keeping a neutral expression through Malcolm's rambling was a true test of the princess' patience, but she pulled it off marvelously. She nodded where appropriate, though her lip twitched ever so slightly at the notion of her father residing in The Void. He was a good man and a great king, and for a pompous ass like her cousin to suggest otherwise was more than enough to set Cecilia over the edge. However, this was not a day for fighting. This was a day for dying, and she planned on doing just that. She wouldn't allow the likes of Malcolm to spoil her last day in this realm. She was looking on the bright side. Today, she would leave the cell that had housed her for five years. Today, she would step out into the sun and face her subjects again. It was going to be a good day.

Well, it would be a good day once Malcolm left her alone.

"I think I'd rather be fed to the hounds than buried in the crypt, anyway," Cecilia said as she lifted her shoulders into a small shrug. "I think I've spent quite enough time in a stone box beneath the ground for one existence." Her eyes flickered about the cold, damp cell to prove her point. "Besides, they have been looking rather thin lately. Perhaps you'll ensure that they're fed better once you are the King."

She had learned some time ago that the best way to bore Malcolm was to simply agree with him. He'd surely lose interest shortly if she refused to bite at his torment.
Cecilia's entire body stiffened at the sound of her cousin's voice. While at one point in her early days in the prison she had longed for visitors and human contact, Malcolm had ruined that notion for her a very long time ago. He seemed to only visit when he was bored of his prostitutes and seeking someone to torture in a different way.

"Good morning, Malcolm," Cecilia said properly, standing to greet him as he stood at her cell. Even though she dreaded Malcolm's visits, she was always civil towards him. She was a lady, after all. Her stubbornness and pride may have played a part in that as well.

It would be almost impossible to tell that the two were so closely related, seeing them there. Malcolm with his impeccable hair and luxurious clothes, while Cecilia wore a dress that amounted to no more than tattered rags and reeked of mildew. She was pale from living in the cell for so long, and her cheekbones were almost too sharp to be attractive from a lack of proper nutrition. Even in that state, she held herself like the proper heir of Alvion. Shoulders back, chin up, eyes level. Her hands were placed primly at her front, as if her dirty dress were one of the ball gowns from her previous life.

"Thank you," she responded. She had not forgotten that it was her twentieth birthday. It was the day that everyone had been waiting for, and she was no exception. "What brings you down here so early in the morning?" Her tone was conversational, but her expression was blank. There was no sign of emotion behind those blue eyes, and her lips were closed into a firm line. She had an excellent poker face.
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Cecilia was awake when the first light of morning broke through the window of her cell. She hadn’t slept the night before. There would be plenty of time to sleep when she was dead.

It was a morbid thought to have at the young age of twenty, but the princess had accepted her fate a long time ago. Her father was dead, and she was the stupid little girl who had allowed her aunt to put her in such a position. She should have known better. She should have seen the signs... the warnings.

But those were all things that she had laid awake at night thinking of years ago. The months leading up to her execution were not quite as thoughtful. Five years in a cell could do that to a person. Now she just wondered what death would feel like. She had seen an execution before (not that she particularly enjoyed them, but it was her duty to attend such events when her father was alive), and it appeared to her that it was a painless process. No screaming or crying. It seemed to be the way to go. Definitely better than how her father had perished... grasping at his throat and panicking while the poison did its wicked work.

As the sun beams cast long bars of light on the floor, Cecilia laid on her crude bed, blue eyes trained on the corner of the room where a spider weaved her web. She didn’t dislike spiders. They were a common fixture in the garden. She decided that was what she would miss the most about living: the garden. Her hands in the dirt and the smell of flowers and herbs all around her. So much better than the dank, stale smell of her cell.

It was probably perverse that Cecilia was actually sort of excited for noon to come. She had not felt the warmth of the sun or breathed truly fresh air in years. While the spider tied intricate knots in her web with her little feet, the princess began to ready herself for the big day. This would be a public appearance, after all, and she would not have it said that the daughter of King William Alderton was not prepared to face her subjects.

Brushing through her hair was a task. While once a lovely light brown that brushed her shoulders in soft waves, her hair was now long and limp. It was weighed down from years of neglect and lack of proper washing. The princess winced as she dragged her fingers carefully through the knots and matted areas at the back of her head, making sure to pick out the hay that had imbedded itself inside. She wouldn’t be able to wear it down, that much was certain. She opted instead to braid it to the best of her ability and crudely pin it back away from her face and neck. Her fingers brushed absently over the back of her neck. Easy access for the executioner. How generous of her.

With her morning routine complete, Cecilia had nothing left to do but wait. She stood on her toes to peer through the barred window and into the yard. Servants were already setting up the area, preparing for her death. Frowning, she turned her attention back to the spider instead. She had finished her web and was now lying in wait for the poor creature that would wander into her trap.

Cecilia lifted her dirty, too-short skirt to kneel before the spider. Tentatively, she reached out and swiped her finger through a corner of the web, collapsing one half of it. The spider scurried to where the princess had destroyed her hard work and immediately went back to weaving.

“No reason why both of us should be bored,” Cecilia said softly.
Princess Cecilia Alderton of Alvion

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Hello, friends! My name is Bec, I'm 24 years old, and looking for a long-term role play partner. I just recently graduated from university and started working full time, but it means that my nights are now spent on hobbies rather than trying to keep up on class readings. I tend to post multiple times a week, but try to get at least one reply in a day. If work or life ever gets too crazy, I’ll do my best to keep you in the loop about it. I'm not particularly hard to get along with, but I do have a few things that I'm looking to get out of this experience.


LOOKING FOR A PARTNER WHO IS:
  • Passionate about writing
  • Willing to collaborate on plots
  • More interested in romance as a subplot than a main plot
  • Able to RP over Discord or Google Docs
  • Invested in character development
  • Willing to play multiple characters / either gender (I can play both male and female, but do have certain characters for some plots)

Please note that I'm not opposed to having romance in RPs (and actually do like having some element of romance in most plots), I just don't want it to be the entire RP.


RULES:
  • I don't have any "limits", per say, but you can feel free to tell me any rules or limits that you have when you contact me, and we can work out the things that will work best for us then.
  • Pretty much my one rule though is that I’d want to RP through either Discord or Google Docs. It’s really just a convenience thing, as I’m away from my laptop quite often and use my phone a lot. I’ve tried RPing on-site and it just doesn’t work for me. Sorry if that’s a dealbreaker, but it’s the one thing I won’t budge on.


GENRES/PAIRINGS
  • Superhero
  • Medieval/Modern Fantasy
  • Sci-Fi
  • Dystopian / The Hunger Games
  • Modern Supernatural
  • Pokémon
  • Horror
  • Slice of Life *
  • Mentor x Mentee / Teacher x Student
  • Supernatural x Hunter
  • Hero x Villain
  • Royal x Commoner

Genres in pink are ones that I have plots for. Just ask if you're interested. As for gender pairings, I prefer MxF but am willing to do others if the plot or characters call for it. If you have any suggestions or want to mix/match genres or pairings, feel free to let me know!

* I have multiple plots in mind for this genre. Feel free to ask!


CONTACT:
I'd prefer if you contacted me through Discord (beccablob#0130), but if you have to, then you can PM me here instead. Feel free to ask questions... I swear I don't bite. Thanks for taking the time to read!
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