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Princess.... what? |CharmingDevil & EasilyAmused|

She was every bit as graceful and elegant as a Princess should be. Dalton was astonished at how this young girl from town had transformed into a woman of nobility over the course of a couple hours. However, as she daintily looped her arm through his own, Dalton could feel a slight tremble to her fingers. He almost felt guilty for scrutinizing her so shrewdly when they first met that morning. Sure, Dalton still thought that she didn't belong here, but he had to admire her courage and silent strength. Whether he approved of it or not, this was her place now. As they walked down the corridor leading to the ballroom, Dalton glanced at her from time to time. At the way she held her head high and proud, the elegant glide in her steps, the subtle curve to her lips, even the healthy glow on her high cheekbones. Melanie definitely held an air of royalty to her. If his memory served him correctly, Dalton remembered reading in her documents that her parents had been of noble birth, bureaucrats that served the royal family. It was in her blood, whether she realized it or not. That definitely explained a lot.

He was suddenly roused from his musings as he felt her grip tighten slightly through the cloth of his uniform. Glancing over, he noticed Melanie's features were scrunched into an anxious expression, even though she tried hard to hide it. Placing his free hand over hers that held his arm, he gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "Deep breath, Your Highness. You'll do fine."

Dalton released her hand as they reached the doors to the ballroom. Allowing her a moment to calm her nerves, he pushed open the doors. The murmuring din of voices became a cacophony of sound. In that same moment, Sir Albert approached them to take over. It was his duty as second in command to introduce Melanie to everyone in attendance while Dalton surveyed the area. He caught a fleeting glimpse of her nervous gaze directed at him before she disappeared into the crowd. The poor girl must be suffocating but he couldn't help but think she would be fine. She seemed to have a strong personality and wouldn't allow herself to break so easily. Knowing she was in good hands for the time being, Dalton made his way around the perimeter of the ballroom, observing the attendees and keeping his eyes open for any suspicious activity.

After roughly a half hour, nothing catching Dalton's attention, the endless stream of conversations suddenly died to a quiet whisper before disappearing entirely. Knowing it must be time, Dalton turned his focus towards the front of the room where the stage was located. Catching sight of Melanie climbing the steps, he stood in the background of the crowd to keep an eye on things. Everyone held baited breath, anticipating the words of their future heir to the throne.

Princess.... what? |CharmingDevil & EasilyAmused|

As Dalton rounded the corner on his way to the Throne Room, he spotted Sir Albert approaching from the opposite direction. He halted his walk down the corridor and gave a brief nod of his head as his fellow knight stopped in front of him. Dalton listened attentively to what the man had to say but soon furrowed his brows when the older man's voice took on an amused tone. As Sir Albert finished, Dalton released another frustrated sigh. He seemed to have been doing that a lot today. "Thank you Sir Albert. I appreciate you taking the time to bring me that news. It will be an honor to be in charge of the Princess's riding lessons. Good day." Dalton inclined his head in another nod and continued his walk down the hall. After he had rounded another corner, out of Albert's line of vision, he allowed himself to run a hand through his dark hair and close his eyes in exasperation. There were plenty of capable knights to teach her how to ride a horse. He appreciated his skill as a rider didn't go unnoticed but his duties as Captain already took up a lot of his time already. Recomposing himself, he knew there was no arguing against an order.

Ten minutes later, Dalton found himself bowing before the king for the second time that day. "Your Majesty. I come bearing news that the Princess has been shown to her chambers and is currently preparing herself for the banquet tonight."

"Ah, yes, very good! I also assume Sir Albert was successful in informing you of Princess Melanie's riding lessons?" The king was jovial as always. Even more so than he usually was, Dalton realized. It must please him greatly that the kingdom finally had an heir to the throne. A notion that would put everyone's hearts at ease.

"Yes Your Majesty. If I may be excused?" After receiving permission to leave, Dalton made his way outside to the Guards' Quarters. It took the next two hours to inform the troops of their formations for the banquet and to ensure everything was in place for tonight as far as securing the castle against any possible attempts to end the Princess's royal career prematurely. The guests were starting to arrive and fill the ballroom so Dalton took that as his cue to return to his own bedroom in order to get himself ready. It didn't take him long to change out of his armor and into his formal court uniform. His was different from what the other knights would be wearing as he would be escorting the Princess for the entirety of the evening festivities and therefore had to be a bit more presentable and prestigious. Not at all pleased with the harsh white of his uniform, much preferring darker colors, Dalton grimaced at his reflection in the mirror, gilded with the red and gold colors of the kingdom's crest and adorned with the symbol of his rank.

Fastening his sword to his belt, Dalton closed his bedroom door behind him with a soft click and made the short journey down the hall to the Princess's bedchambers. Standing tall and proud like a man of his rank should, he landed two swift knocks upon her door and waited. Hearing the call from within for him to enter, Dalton opened the door and almost immediately stopped dead in his tracks. No longer did he see a ragged coffee girl from town. Instead the girl who stood before him exuded a soft elegance worthy of her new title. A couple moments passed before he caught himself staring openly. Ashamed of his falter, Dalton quickly bowed and held his arm out for her. "If you are ready, Princess, it is time we made our way to the ballroom. The banquet shall be getting underway shortly."

Princess.... what? |CharmingDevil & EasilyAmused|

Dalton rose a solitary eyebrow at the girl's reaction. She was definitely out of place here. Thankfully Dalton wouldn't be the one to have to teach her proper etiquette and poise. That's what the royal tutors were for. The knight definitely didn't have enough patience for that. It was bad enough that he would be required to ensure her safety at all times. He cleared his throat to recompose himself before continuing. "If you would please follow me, Your Highness." Dalton about-faced and made his way through the inner gates onto the path leading through the northern gardens.

It was difficult to remain professional and composed as Dalton walked her through the grounds and into the castle, pointing out important places that she would need to remember and introducing her to castle staff and bureaucrats alike that they ran into along the way. The entire time she kept gawking at everything and stumbled on her own feet constantly. It was really cringe-worthy to watch if he was being honest. This girl, this citizen that had never once performed a single act of nobility in her life, was expected to rule over the entire kingdom when the king retired? She had a lot of learning ahead of her, that was for sure....

Finally coming to a halt in front of the grand suite that had been set aside as her royal bedchambers, Dalton turned to the girl behind him. "This room here shall serve as your bedchambers for the entirety of your residence in the palace. If you shall ever need me, my room is just down the hall, the last door on the left. That concludes our tour and this is where I leave you. Your personal handmaidens will stop by shortly to prepare you for the Welcoming Banquet that will be held in your honor later this evening. I strongly advise you to stay here and not wander until I come by to escort you to the Grand Ballroom where the banquet will be held. Until then, Your Highness." Dalton gave a deep bow and left down the hall to report to the king.

An Unlikely Alliance {CharmingDevil & SinfulSkills}

Full Demon Name: Inane et Cavum Intrinsecus (pronounced ee-non ay ka-voom in-trin-sek-oos)
Nickname: Inane (pronounced ee-non)
Age: 3,213 but looks to be about 27



Personality: Void of emotion. Very blunt and brutally honest. May come off as rude or harsh but that's merely due to his demon nature. Constantly striving to learn new things as he feels knowledge is powerful. Speaks in Ancient Latin as that is the language of demons but knows many languages of the world above due to the many condemned humans he had learned from.

Background/History: Crown Prince of the Underworld, Inane is the eldest son of Hades. Being born of two fallen angels, his younger twin brother Nec Ante Satiatus Est and himself are pure demons and thus do not possess the human emotions of half-demons. All pure demons are born with a specific obsession and live for the sole desire of fulfilling that obsession. Though twins, Inane and Nec are polar opposites of each other. Inane of the Hollow Void, born with the desire to keep an empty heart lest his mind be clouded with useless information, and Nec of the Endless Abyss, born with the desire for destruction and power but never being able to feel satisfied with what he has. Inane was given the title of Crown Prince to rule over Hell in his father's stead whenever he was away since he was the oldest child, having been born 13 minutes sooner than his brother.

An Unlikely Alliance {CharmingDevil & SinfulSkills}

Inane wasn't too happy with his current situation as he made his way to the Earthly Gate. What did it matter if the Titans had resurfaced after all these years? Let them wreak havoc on the humans. They were a boring species anyway. However his father had done everything short of ordering him to go to Earth and investigate the incident. His uncle Zeus would also be sending a daughter and Inane was to assist her. Inane scowled at the thought of needing a Goddess's help. He figured that was the part that he hated the most about this ordeal. But his father felt partly responsible for the Titans escaping since they had been imprisoned here in the Underworld, locked away deep within Tartarus. But why him? There were thousands of lesser demons at his father's disposal so why had Inane been entrusted with the mundane task of playing detective with Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes? Hades had explained to him that Zeus required his brother to send a child of worthy enough caliber to deal with the situation. Inane released a frustrated sigh. He guessed that was his father's way of showing he cared. His twin brother Nec hadn't been chosen for obvious reasons. He was reckless and had an insatiable appetite for destruction. Inane at least could stay focused, regardless of whether or not he enjoyed the task at hand.

Approaching the Earthly Gate, Inane took the time to quickly disguise his demonic features. He could really care less about the fate of the humans above but Inane still didn't need the added hassle of trying to do his job while scaring the living daylights out of unsuspecting passersby. His deep crimson eyes withdrew into a more subtle pale green and his pointed ears rounded at the tips. His horns, wings, and tail also disappeared but Inane decided to leave his fangs. He didn't want to make himself too human in case he did need to scare someone later. Checking his reflection in the River Styx that ran alongside the Earthly Gate showed him that he was as good as ready. Before he could change his mind and say 'up yours' to dear old dad, Inane stepped through the Gate to Earth, already not looking forward to meeting Zeus's golden child.

Princess.... what? |CharmingDevil & EasilyAmused|

The kingdom seemed to glow with an ethereal gold as the sun began to rise over the horizon. It gave the usually rugged terrain a sense of warmth for once. The jagged stone mountain ranges, the endless fields and meadows, even the deep lakes and rivers seemed to absorb what little warmth the sun provided at this early hour of the morning. The birds and bugs were already awake and buzzing with the fast approaching heat of summer as Dalton continued brushing his stallion down in the stables. He had been planning on going for a peaceful trot around the palace grounds before getting an early start on today's training of the troops. The kingdom was enjoying a state of peace after years of war but old wounds took time to heal. As Captain of the Royal Garrison, it was Dalton's duty to keep the troops on their guard. The moment they slackened their wits would be the time their enemies took the upper hand. However, as Dalton was finishing fastening the billet strap on his horse's saddle, one of the castle staff approached him and gave a deep bow. "Pardon the intrusion Sir Dalton, but Your Royal Majesty the King has requested your presence in the Throne Room." Closing his eyes and releasing a frustrated sigh, Dalton nodded and returned his gaze to the steed. "Very well. You may take your leave." The man bowed once more and left, leaving the knight to his thoughts. So much for that ride... He pat the horse on the nose and was answered with a whinny. "Sorry buddy, maybe next time."

The clacking of his leather boots on the marble floor was the only sound in the early morning of the castle as Dalton made his way down the corridor. He pulled his fur-lined collar up a little higher as a cold breeze blew in through the open arched windows. Even during the summer, the kingdom never seemed to lose the chill of winter in the morning. Reaching the tall stone door, Dalton reached up and knocked twice with the golden knocker and waited. Seconds later the door was opened by one of his fellow castle guard and Dalton walked briskly into the room. Giving a quick bow once he stood in front of the royal monarch, the knight stood up straight and addressed the king.

"You summoned me, Your Majesty?"

King Gabriel's deep voice seemed to echo throughout the chamber. "Ah yes, Sir Dalton! I have a request for you! As you may be aware, the Royal Council and I have come to our decision regarding the Chosen Princess from among the citizens. As my most trusted knight and Captain of the Guard, I would like to assign you to be her personal guard and attend her during all her royal duties."

Dalton wasn't too thrilled with the idea of babysitting a girl who wasn't even pure nobility. A knight of his caliber and rank surely had better things to reserve his skill for. However, if she wanted to play princess and the king wished for her well-being, then it was Dalton's duty to ensure her safety. None of this showed on Dalton's features as he remained respectfully silent. The king continued. "She will be arriving within the hour. I have already sent Sir Alfred with a carriage to collect her from town and would like for you to be at the gates to greet her when she arrives. You are to give her a tour of the palace grounds and show her to her bedchambers. She will then be allowed time to relax and acclimate to her new surroundings until the Welcoming Banquet tonight."

"If that is what you wish, then let it be so." He gave one last bow before turning on his heel and leaving whence he came.

Back in his bedroom, Dalton found everything he needed already prepared. He did a quick glance over the paperwork just to make sure he didn't miss anything. If there was one thing he hated, it was not being prepared and always one step ahead. Dalton quickly changed into his formal court uniform and accompanying armor, fastening his sword at his side, and made his way out of the castle.

By the time he reached the front gates, Dalton could see the royal carriage making its way up the cobbled pathway. He stood at attention until it came to a stop in front of him. The footman hopped down from his seat, quickly releasing the hatch on the door and lowering the steps. As the footman reached out his hand to help the Chosen Princess down from the carriage, Dalton stepped forward and bowed deeply. As he stood, he glanced towards the footman and gave a brief nod, dismissing him. "Welcome to the castle, Princess. I am Sir Dalton Longfellow, Captain of the Royal Garrison and your personal guard from this day forward. If you would please follow me, I shall give you a tour of the grounds and castle and show you to your royal bedchambers."

Princess.... what? |CharmingDevil & EasilyAmused|

Name: Sir Dalton Longfellow
Age: 27

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Personality: Takes his duties as a knight very seriously. Somewhat standoffish and isolated, he chooses not to reveal too much about himself in an attempt to limit his personal relationships with other people. Values honor and respect above all else.

Background/History: Dalton had been a knight of the kingdom for as long as he could remember. His father before him had also been a knight but recently lost his life on the battlefront. His mother had died of dysentery when he had been a young child, thus leaving his father to raise him. Because of this, Dalton knew nothing but militaristic values. Without the love and nurturing of a mother and his father being away at war for months at a time, Dalton had been forced to grow up fast for his age. He had been left to mostly fend for himself until he turned 16. Now of the age to begin his training, Dalton swore his oath to the kingdom and entered into knighthood. From then on, he was raised by his fellow knights-in-training, becoming a somewhat dysfunctional family for him. He greatly valued his comrades and they in turn respected him. His father was the Captain of the Royal Garrison but didn't show Dalton any more favor than the other knights. For this, Dalton respected his father even more but nevertheless quickly climbed in rank, earning his honor of his own accord. After his father's death, Dalton was promoted to take his place as the new Captain and the personal war adviser to the King. However, now that the kingdom had reached a state of peace with her neighboring kingdoms, his services as war adviser were no longer necessary. Because of this, the King had assigned Dalton to be the personal knight to the Chosen Princess. He was still required to train the troops and continue his tasks as Captain but he was now also required to attend the Princess during all her royal duties.

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