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Because I'm just now getting back into the swing of RPs instead of just collabs, one shots and short stories, I am quite rusty - so please be patient with me. I write anywhere from a paragraph onward. There is no in between lol. My writing style typically favors descriptive more so than dialog so be prepared to see me stretch out some things for you.

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There's no particular genre political is something I struggle with that I favor over any others. I'm literally a "Oh you have an idea? Cool, I'm in" type o' person. I might not be particularly good at certain genres but, hell I'll do the research and try. If ever there is a moment when the momentum isn't there on my end and you realize and I don't - lemme know. I can't get better or fix what I don't know is broke. Ya dig?

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I link a SHIIT ton into my writing, if I can. It helps me understand what the characters are doing, up to, location, etc. Mainly though, the links are done via the CS - but if there is something specific then it'll happen in the writing portions as well. Heads up. There is a range of character tropes and types that I have written for, with some being better crafted than others. Either because the character was just near and dear to my heart OR I was having WAYYY too much fun with that dynamic.

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As a roleplayer, I am very much on the casual side. There are times where I am a tad higher than that - but those moments are few and far between. Since I am a new-ish mama bear still, a lot of writing moments I get happen while the babu is sleeping. Which ranges and changes at the drop of a hat. Soooooo, yrah. My life comes first. Soz not soz.

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it's been a hot minute since i've roleplayed. a lot of my current writings have been more one shots, or short stories with frendos. HOWEVER - what with a few rps going on here and elsewhere i would like to get into the habit of collabing and interacting with others through this site. it's kind of a daily goal to write whether that be a CS or short lil blurbs. so, please welcome me to the guild i am so very new to it all in a large scale such as this


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Family meal time was anything but, however in the case that was the announcement of traveling to Aciras for the eldest Willow girl's wedding, there was an exception. Everyone had been gathered when the news broke that the wedding was indeed still happening - there's always that chance that it won't - and that the twins would be attending in place for the family. Morrhys' eldest sister, Morraine, was off being queen with her husband, too busy to attend something as trivial as this. His brothers, Morrisey and Myrheon โ€ฆ well, they weren't fit for the public eyes to be upon them for so long. So, in the end that just left the twins.

Morrhys didn't mind in the slightest. On the contrary he was actually looking forward to the trip. Getting out of Dredalan, out from under his father's intense gaze and kingly duties for two whole months - it was a freedom that he would exploit to it's fullest. His counterpart, however, didn't want to join in on his merriment and it almost brought him down from his excitement. Almost.

"It's not as if I'm going to increase the popularity of Dredalan by being there..." Her finalization was spoken as if that were that and there would be no more say in the matter. However, the acting king had other ideas.

"You won't with that attitude dear sister. They will see you in all your glory and it will only serve to concrete our abilities and our presence there in Aciras," he paused, carefully watching her over the top of his paper, sipping on his coffee, as she stood across from him. Arms folded over her chest as she looked off into the distance, pouting. He had to fight to release the chuckle growing behind his lips at her childish antics. Their mother, the queen, was sitting off to Rhys' right, side eyeing her youngest daughter, "Maeryn, moya dytyna, you must do this. It is not up for discussion. It would do you well to meet your fellow royals, as well as your future husband." Her mother's gaze was anything but soft as she spoke to her daughter. It was no secret that there was no love lost between the two women occupying the dining hall that morning.

Rhys could see the rage building within his twin and in one fell, swift statement, she was calmed and looking at him with excitement behind those eyes of hers, "Wouldn't you like to learn their secrets?"



In the time since the announcement of the wedding and all the details that were delivered to the House of Raske, Morrhys and the other Raske children were visited by long time friend, Zhao Raiden. He came to them under the pretense that he needed to conduct business; either with himself, the king, or his twin for their couture line, he couldn't care less - regardless, not a lot of work seemed to have been completed. At least from Rhys' perspective.

Morrhys couldn't wait for the day that they were depart. Unfortunately, the reigning king of Dredalan was stuck conducting his kingly duties until then. And he despised every painstakingly stodgy case that fell into his lap those last two weeks. He sighed, rubbing his temples as he sat in the office he claimed as his own. Papers and files strewn across haphazardly, though at this point he cared not for the clutter. The queen had popped in, concerned with the disarray her beloved son found himself in. She fluttered around the large elm wood desk, making sure to lightly run her well manicured fingers across the treated surface, yet mindful enough to not disturb the paperwork that lay there.

"Tse meni bolyache bachyty vas, yak tse, miy korolสน" she explained, very motherly, coming to a halt behind his high backed chair. The rubbing of his temple ceased as he listened to his mother's worry. And took it with a grain of salt. "They aren't here, mother. There's no need for tiptoeing around." Rhys was all too aware that his mother was none too thrilled with her youngest daughter's... hobbies, but it wasn't like she did anything to stop her either. Mazarina placed a lot of stock into her son and the great things he will do. Because in her eyes, it is do, not try. So, when she has it in her mind to force her objective down someone's throat, she would corner them, speak sweet, caring nothings in her native tongue and get you to see her way. It's how the queen operated.

"I am just worried about you. You are my boy, and my king, and I do not want your wife to be - nor your sister - to take advantage of you." He rolled his eyes, "She is your daughter as well. And there is nothing for you to worry about, matir. I have everything under control." He looked up to her face giving her an award winning smile. "Besides, when have I ever let you down?"

The closer he got to the Willow's eldest nuptials the closer he was to his own wedding. To having a queen of his own, the Willow's youngest daughter, the Princess Raven. He was rather pleased with the arrangement. Though the idea of settling down with one person for the rest of his life was something he couldn't quite comprehend, he was only 24 for gods sake. It could have been worse, way worse, as he thought to his own sister's betrothal to the Tessian heir. He shuddered at the thought. Nothing wrong with him, per se, other than the fact that he was too popular with his youngest brother and those of like mind and that could only spell trouble for him and his family.



During those few weeks leading to the event of the century, when Morrhys wasn't being the king, the trio were blessed with their youth. Nights were spent out and about, traversing the capitol city of Kyiv, stopping at all the nightclubs that were available to royalty such as themselves. Morrhys was never one to not do as he pleased, it was a curse truly. To be blessed such as he and not utilize it to it's fullest. Before his own upcoming matrimony, he was going to make dame sure to spend as much time as he could in the arms of others. There was enough tabloid coverage on his family and their illicit business in espionage and extraction that the knowledge of their active king possibly spending his nights in the company of others, and typically more than one, was nothing to bat an eye at. There were a few who were brave enough to even hint at something scandalous, of course there were. However, they were always dealt with in the most Dredalan fashion.

It was during one of their nights out, while Raiden had gone off towards the lavatory, where he leaned across the plush leather corner booth they had confiscated as soon as they breached the threshold. His twin's attention was constantly scanning the room, gathering information just by watching, listening. The reds and purples and pinks that occupied the space around them, danced across their skin. "Jak spravy?" He questioned, making sure she was OK. She seemed distant, more so than usual. She didn't budge an inch aside from bringing her horilka drink to her ruby painted lips. To anyone else looking on, it would seem as if she didn't hear him. But he knew better. He knows her like the back of his hand. "Ry." The use of her pet name caused her to turn and lock eyes with him. "Are you OK?" He pressed again, this time expecting an answer. "Why wouldn't I be?" The infliction in her tone screamed otherwise.

"We leave in a few days. We are all going to be trapped in Aciras for months. Months, mind you. Forced to interact with our recently, publicly announced fiancรฉs. Which, for the record, I cannot stand the fact that Raiden is being married off to Beatrice," she shuttered in her spot, downing the rest of her drink but still turned more to face him. Rhys just sat and listened, taking sips from his bourbon every now and again. "You scored the best outcome of us all."

He couldn't deny that he was the luckiest of the three of them in that right. His face split open into a shit eating grin, one that announced how amused he was at the entire situation. Ryn just glared daggers at her older brother. "Who cares? Raiden is betrothed to Beatrice, so what? I can't stand the woman either. Can't you just, for once in your life, enjoy yourself? Like truly enjoy yourself." He finished his own drink and raised his hand to signal another round for the table. "We're going to be away from Dredalan, for months."

"Exactly! Don't you see, Ryn? This is our chance to not have to think about the country or ruling or anything of the sort. It's our time to let loose. To be free!" A beat passed between them as the waitress delivered their newest rounds. He gladly took his glass with an award winning pantie dropping smile and a wink, for good measure, before she took off blushing. Ryn seemed to be mulling over his words. He wasn't wrong. He knew he wasn't. And the talk of being free of all that is Dredalan, even for two months, was enough to get her on board at least.

"While we're there, we're going to show them exactly who we are. And that we aren't to be fucked with."



Later that evening, Ryn and Raiden had taken off back towards their home, leaving Rhys alone at the bar to continue his endeavors of hitting on all the eligible warm bodies he could. When he woke that morning he made sure to clean up and dress before heading down the hall towards his sister's room. She was in for a rude awakening after ditching him last night. On his way to ruin her morning he was joined by his adviser, Lolan MacKeg, a tablet in his hands. "Good morning, your Highness. Hope your evening treated you well." His tone indicated he did not care in the slightest. Lolan has been a loyal serviceman to the House of Raske for many a year, he's quite done with Morrhys rendezvous' with so many people.

"It was there, that's for damn sure. What do you have for me, Lolly?" The elder man sighed audibly at the nickname. "This is the schedule for today. And then a detailed list of what to leave for your Queen mother in your absence. It is itemized based on importance for what should be dealt with sooner rather than later. Also, the cars are ready to be loaded with the luggage for the trip." Morrhys nodded along with what he was explaining as he scrolled through the tablet himself.

In no time at all they both reached his sister's room and instead of knocking and waiting for a response he quickly opened the door and waltzed right in. Even though he knew exactly what he was asking, only having seen the departure time moments ago, Rhys felt the need to ask in a loud, bombastic voice, "What time are we scheduled to depart, Lolly?" He strode to the far side of the room and pulled the drapes and curtains back, allowing what little light to filter in in these early hours of the morn.

A heavy sigh emitted from the older male and a pinch the bridge of his nose before he responded. It was a great feeling to see his antics get under his sister's iron hide as she just grumbled from her place under the covers, "Wheels are scheduled to go up at 6:45 am. Good morning, Ms. Maeryn. Apologies for the intrusion." She ended up waving him off as she slumped over into a seating position. Morrhys, however, waved off his adviser, "Don't apologize to her; she ditched me last night at the Demon. Show her no sympathy. Make sure you're ready to go by 6, dear sister." And with that he sauntered out of the room, Lolan following close behind, and made his way to the dining hall where he asked for coffee, the paper and something to eat while he waited for everyone else to stir.



It was the morning of day one of the festivities and Morrhys was ready in his own personal Ol suit, specifically designed with him in mind - seeing as he made sure he had at least one thing custom for himself. They all piled into the car, while their attache were confined to the front; leaving the royals to discuss in private.

Morrhys couldn't help but enjoy himself at the sight of the pair clutching their heads in a hungover fashion, sipping his glass of bourbon. Just because they were miserable didn't mean he had to be, and he let them know every chance he got. The ride was going smoothly until Ryn had to question about the Raiden and Henri drama. It wasn't like he didn't care for the drama - he absolutely did. What fun is there if there isn't any? Honestly. However, he was a few glasses in and something in him just... snapped. And as Raiden's response didn't come quick enough, Morrhys found himself questioning from his side of the luxury car, "What about you? What are you going to do when you see your own betrothed tonight?" It was no secret that Morrhys Raske disliked the Tessian prince. Anyone who his younger, druggie of a brother found worth a damn, was clearly someone he wanted nothing to do with. However, when news broke out that his twin was to be wed to such a person, all thanks to his Queen mother, there was little celebration. Though, it wasn't like it was Ryn's fault. Rhys still treated the entire situation as if Ryn enjoyed the fact. So, his actions towards her was acidic un-welcomed. Ryn made sure to let him know as such when she drew a blade on him, making sure to keep the edge off of his skin, answering his question with a threat. True to Ryn fashion.

Rhys nodded, completely unfazed by his twin's show of dominance, adjusting the pressed collar of his suit. It was nothing new to him. Nor to Raiden, who continued to stare out the window. "Think they'll let me call them 'mom and dad'?" He questioned, a sly smirk gracing his features.

By the time their car rolled past the security check point to the Aciran castle, the duos headaches were back. They emerged from the backseat of the car first, their personal bodyguard, Castle, holding the door open for them. As they left, Rhys took a moment to finish his glass while popping a mint while he was at it. In an instant he was out of the car and it was already beginning to pull away as lights and shutters went off, making sure to snag different angles of the King of Dredalan. He flashed them his award winning smile, canines exposed as pearly white as can be. He enjoyed the showmanship of it all. Looking a certain way, playing a part. A part he was born to play. The part of himself, the charming, party animal he was. These next few months would not hinder that.

He soon made his way up to the royal hosts, bowing lowly, taking the queen's hand in his and pressing a feather soft whisper of a kiss there. "His Majesty the King, Her Majesty the Queen and Her Royal Highness, Princess of Aciras. How lovely it is to be in your presences once again. I am extremely grateful for the invitation to the festivities of Her Royal Highness, Princess of Aciras Vivian." He turned his attention to the princess, "Ah, my beautiful betrothed, you grow fairer every day." A kiss to her hand and a low bow to her as well. "May the treasures of Dredalan be to your satisfaction during these festivities." He went to bow lowly again as the royal hosts acknowledged his greeting. He looked up through his lashes towards Raven and gave her a wink before standing tall and flashing them all a brilliant smile, "I look forward to the festivities, Mom, Dad." A slight bow and he was off, not failing to catch the slight shock spread across the King and Queen's face.
Sweet! I'll be working on it and have something posted today. QQ has anyone mentioned using Tabitha Smith as family or mentor?



a collaboration between @KZOMBI3 & @Rodiak

In the few weeks that were leading to the event of the century, the Raske twins were blessed with the arrival of a long-time friend, Zhao Raiden. A pleasant surprise for the younger twin. It was always a big deal anytime her best friend were to make an appearance. This time was no exception. With the new announcements of their own love lives coming to light for the entire world, time well spent in each other's company was much needed. So their days and nights spent out traversing the city of Kyiv and visiting all that Dredalan has to offer in the form of museums, landscapes and of course, nightlife. All in an attempt to clear their minds of the impending doom that came in the form of assigned betrothals. And in all that time, neither one of them even broached the topic of their own betrothals though it was clear that it was ever-present and that it took up a lot of the real estate within their minds.

In order to even sneak away to grant the visit to the Raske clan, Raiden had used the excuse to get some work with the Xi'n Embassy in Dredalan. In truth, he had just spent most of his time with the Raske twins, specifically Ryn of course. Ever since his engagement had been announced, he stopped talking to Henri. He couldn't bring himself to talk to the younger man no matter how hard he had tried to pick up his phone. Eventually, Henri's calls stopped coming, and Raiden gave up trying to come up with something to say to the other Prince.

Raiden, instead, joined Ryn and her brother in some relaxing in the Raske home. King Merrick and Queen Mazarina, or as he had been told to call them since he was a kid, Rik, and Rina, had been happy to see him again. Raiden always treated Dredalan as his second home- though the Raske Palace felt more like a home than Xi'n did. While Raiden did get some work done while he stayed with the Raskes, he mostly spent his time with Ryn trying to help her with her pets or holding her back from her usual antics. It was fun until the day of their departure came and was slapped with the reality that he would have to face Henri face to face soon. Something that Ryn had been supportive of. Raiden felt like the biggest idiot in their whole plane ride.

The morning that they were to take off, Ryn was startled awake by her brother waltzing in, followed closely by his adviser, Lolan. "What time are we scheduled to depart?" Ever the early bird, Morrhys strode to the far side of the room and pulled the drapes and curtains back, allowing what little light to filter in.

A heavy sigh emitted from the older male, and if Ryn were looking up from the covers, then she'd have seen Lolan pinch the bridge of his nose. "Wheels are scheduled to go up at 6:45 am. Good morning, Ms. Maeryn. Apologies for the intrusion." She ended up waving him off as she slumped over into a seating position. Morrhys, however, waved off his adviser, "Don't apologize to her; she ditched me last night at the Demon. Show her no sympathy. Make sure you're ready to go by 6, dear sister." And with that he sauntered out of the room, Lolan following close behind.

She rubbed her face a few times, smacking herself lightly in order to rouse herself from a drowsy state before rolling out of bed and making her way out of her room and across the hall to where the gorgeous prince of Xi'n. Ryn opened the door without a care and shuffled across the hardwood floor, throwing herself into her best friend's temporary bed for the last couple of weeks. The room already smelled of him; cherry blossoms and cedar wood. It always had this calming effect on the youngest Raske princess. There were times when they were younger that she would purposely steal blankets of his and just wrap herself in their familiarity when she experienced outbursts of manicisms, and Raiden was nowhere near her to provide comfort. A habit that she has yet to kick in all their years of knowing one another. One that she doesn't ever plan on ceasing either.

Slipping under the covers to join her bestie, she began to wrap her arms around his torso, jolting him awake at the cold touch of her fingers against his skin. Raiden was typically a heavy sleeper. He was known to sleep through thunderstorms and five-alarm clocks, but the feeling of Ryn's cold fingers on his skin pulled him from his dream. His eyes snapped opened, and he instinctively pulled away from the cold but stopped when he saw who it was. "Why?" Raiden let out a groan and turned on his side to face - only making his long hair tangle up even more. With a yawn, he sat up slowly and began to de-tangle the hair that had been wrapped around his neck. "What time is it? Do we have to leave already?"

Ryn's sleepy smirk curled up on her face as her eyes raked across the prince's features, "What-?"

She tried to hold back the laugh that was threatening to spill past her lips. To no avail. "Your Highness, Hair of Xi'n." It was then that he stomped off to the en suite to get ready for the day and to de-tangle his own personal rat's nest. Ryn's laugh was heard throughout the room even as she left and traveled back to her own room to get ready for the day.

The dining room had already been set for them by the time they entered the room. While they ate breakfast, they talked about their plans after they arrived at Aciras. Rhys had suggested going out to party the day before the Welcome Party - something Raiden and Ryn weren't looking forward to. The trio had done quite a lot of partying during Raiden's stay, and the Xi'n Prince was starting to look tired. And honestly, Ryn felt tired too. However, as Raiden had explained to Ryn, the exhaustion wasn't in part because of the parties or the drinking, but more so because of the two-month celebration. None of them were looking forward to spending those two months stuck in close quarters with the people they had been betrothed to. Especially since the only interactions they have had before hand was few and far between and less than a few words here and there.


Their drive to the private airport was quick. All three of them had packed their belonging a few days before they were set to leave so that there would be more time to relax and de-stress before it all came crashing down on them. Seeing as how Ryn was the one with the most luggage of the three, Raiden had convinced her to pack first. Double checking her own packing skills to make sure it was together before they left. Otherwise he was going to have to listen to her bitch and complain. So, there she was, sitting across from her best friend, while Rhys was busy taking selfies in the front of the cabin with Bela, his Russian Blue, as they traveled in style on Raiden's private EL 650 towards Aciras. Sipping mimosas and munching on croissants and jam. The teacups on saucers tinkling softly as the background noise of the engines hummed on in, almost, absolute silence.

As the flight continued, the friends began to conduct business. "Ol has been pulling in great sales the last few months. The last fall/winter event was a success..." she noted as she filled in some paperwork that laid out on the table between them. Boris, her large Stuffawler pitbull, was sat atop her foot, the other placed up under her as she sat there. Raiden nodded, a tablet of his own within eyesight and reach, continuing to stroke his rabbit on his lap.

"I thought so too. These are some of the new concepts we talked about a week ago? I had Guillermo draft some sketches. 'Cause I was thinking that once the wedding festivities are said and done we can go ahead with a late spring more summer show? Roll out these new designs." Ryn nodded along as she viewed the newest editions to their portfolio. Guillermo was one of their best designers and the fact that he was able to pump out a concept so quickly with just a few drunk ideas to go off was more than impressive.

The two continued to talk shop while the televisions, towards the front of the plane, played the news in the background. The reporters, from literally every channel, were all invested in this Aciras wedding that was taking place the next day. "โ€ฆ reporting that the estimated amount of people in attendance for tomorrow's event seems to be somewhat on the smaller side than originally predicted. It's a buzz as to whether that was planned specifically by the royal Willow family, or if it was information that was leaked before the final guest list was completed." "That's right Diane, let's take a look at what we do know so far. Here we -,"

"Ugh, isn't it already enough that this is happening without the harassment of plebeians?" Ryn complained as she scratched behind the monstrous beast's ears as he sat curled under her legs. Raiden smiled at Ryn before he rolled his eyes as he stroked Tao's beautiful, soft fur in the process.

"We are royalty. They want to be us. Of course, they would want to know everything that goes on behind closed doors." Raiden wanted to be them though. To be free of royal duties and carrying the bloodline, blah blah blah. All the responsibilities that come with the titles is enough to scare even the toughest. No one wants to do them, but someone must. And in Raiden's case, being the only heir to Xi'n, it all fell to him. Ryn stared at him through her long lashes, knowing what was eating at him. She could always tell. It wasn't dissimilar to herself. Ryn longed for some semblance of normalcy that she knew she was never going to get.

She reached forward and grabbed at his hand, holding on to it and giving him a slight squeeze, "The only good thing to come out of this is that you're going to be there with me~" she teased him, shooting him a wink from across their table. Raiden mimicked her then stuck out his tongue. And the back and forth teasing of funny faces and random words commenced. As much as Raiden looked forward to the party with Ryn, he couldn't help but feel nervous about one thing: Henri. He wasn't ready to see him just yet- he wasn't sure if he would ever be ready to face the man he had been lying to for so long. The past weeks had been a distraction, but now, now he had to meet up with Henri face to face.


The trio arrived at Aciras a day before the 'Welcome Ball' was set to start. They had planned out a day full of drinks, parties, and even more drinks. Though a lot of that was wishful thinking on Rhys' part. Eventually, after an extended detour through the downtown area, they arrived at The Plaza, the only hotel that was up to their standards and had a habit of housing royalty when needed. While the bellhops were unloading the luggage from the blacked-out car, Rhys had emerged first and extended his arms out for Ryn and Raiden, with Raiden giving him a flirty wink before taking his arm. Ryn followed shortly after with red lips smirking upwards. The pearls around her neck swayed just slightly as she reached up to grab his hand and slip out of the back of the car. As the winds began to pick up the slightest as the bellhops brought their things, a few of them questioning their stay.

"Is your job to ask questions, boy?" The poor creature just stood there shaking.

"N-N-No, ma'am-" There was no time for the boy to finish his sentence before Ryn began to berate him.

"MA'AM?!" Ryn continued as Rhys just stood off to the side, covering his snickering face with his hands.

Raiden's instincts kicked in just before Ryn pulled out her balisong knife out and threatened any more bodily harm to the poor guy. They did not need to give the tabloids another excuse to flock the hotel or give them anymore reasons to write nasty stories about the Princess of Dredalan. There were already too many of those. Raiden had stepped in to grab her arm gently and pull her along, giving the poor guy an apologetic look as they walked by. Rhys stayed behind to smoke a cigarette and to keep tabs on the bellhops, tipping them before they started heading up to the respected suites.

"I'm not a ma'am! Am I? No, no, I am not!" Ryn had continued as Raiden led her into the lobby for their check-in. He ignored the various weird looks that came their way. All too use to them at this point. It was an occupational hazard when one associates with the younger Raske twin.

"No, you are the best princess anyone has ever seen in Aciras - no this planet." Raiden patted her back and continued to calm her down, lightly grazing his nails along her arm as they checked into their suites.

The rest of the night had gone by more smoothly - even taking a more enjoyable turn. Ryn and Raiden submitted to Rhys' protests of wanting to go out and enjoy "Aciras after dark, what better time to enjoy it than now? If either of you even think about ditching me again, there will be hell to pay~" The aforementioned just rolled their eyes but submitted nonetheless. Showering and then dressing for a night out. Ryn had even volunteered to be the chaperone for the night. Though all bets were off when the reigning leader of Dredalan ended up being pulled away by a gaggle of women looking for "a good time" and ended up ditching them instead. "Wow. What a turn of events." The two ended the night early with them cuddled up together in the large bed, sipping the hotel's champagne out of the bottle while watching trashy reality TV shows.


They were greeted with hangovers and headaches the next morning and as they shuffled around the suite, their assistants had their hands full with trying to get the royals to stay on task. Much more difficult than one would think. But in their current states, it couldn't be helped. So instead, their personal entourage just pushed through and succeeded in getting them presentable and into the car and on their way to Aciran Castle.

It was now or never. In their time of dreading the confrontations that were liking going to take place within a few minutes to hours - depending on the speed at which trouble was going to find them. And to be honest, it always followed them. It was inevitable. Ryn crossed her leg and in doing so the slit in her black and red dress just accentuated the bare skin beneath. She readjusted the blade she was housing under the fabric of her own branded couture, something to keep her decorated hands preoccupied as she thought about how to broach the subject. Normally she wouldn't care if she were too bold or crass. But seeing as it was Raiden, she couldn't bring herself to kick him while he was already down. A cleared throat later and she posed the question, "What're you going to do when you see him tonight?"

His response didn't come quick enough when Rhys spit from his side of the luxury car, "What about you? What are you going to do when you see your betrothed tonight?" It was no surprise that Morrhys Raske disliked the Tessian prince. Anyone who his younger, druggie of a brother found worth a damn thing, was clearly someone he wanted nothing to do with. However, when news broke out that his twin was to be wed to such a person, there was little celebration. The same was said for Maeryn, she didn't see the appeal in the young man. He was charming, yes, but not someone that would typically pair well with someone like her. Though, it was neither of their choices to be wed to one another, Rhys still treated the entire situation as if Ryn enjoyed the act. So, his actions towards her in this regard was that of acidic and it was un-welcomed. Ryn made sure to let him know as such when she drew one of her many blades on her dear twin, making sure to keep the edge off of his skin, "I will do as I always do. Gather information and use it as I see fit." She removed the blade and placed it back in it's hiding spot. "You, however, got the best deal of them all. Going to meet the in-laws tonight, I do wonder how that will play out for you."

Rhys nodded, completely unfazed by his twin's show of dominance, adjusting the pressed collar of his Ol suit. It was nothing new to him. Nor to Raiden, who continued to stare out the windows. "Think they'll let me call them 'mom and dad'?" Rhys questioned, a sly smirk gracing his features. The other two couldn't help but laugh at his joke. Though deep down, they wouldn't put the notion behind him.

"Well, Rai?" Ryn swept her somewhat tamed rat's nest out of her eyes as she smiled at the other prince in her presence. She was going to be there for him no matter what. But she needed to know what he was thinking so that she could be prepared for whatever the night, and the next two months, had in store for them.

Raiden turned his face to look at Ryn then glance over at Rhys. While he didn't hide much from either of the twins, he wasn't so sure if they wanted to hear what he had been kicking himself over for the past few months. "I honestly don't know." It was the truth. He had no idea as to what he was going to tell Henri when he saw him, if he ever saw him. He knew Henri was the kind to avoid parties and other social events, but also in knowing him he'd most likely be dragged along by his older brother. "I don't even want to see her." He commented as his rubbed the sides of his temple, trying to alleviate some of the headache that was growing there. "God, I've been avoiding everyone for so long and suddenly I'm being thrown in a place where Beatrice and Henri are going to be. And at the same time!? It's like hell." A Hell Raiden was not looking forward to reside in for the next two months or so. "If it gets ugly, I give you permission to use that dagger of yours on me - please." With that, Raiden closed their conversation. He didn't want pity or sympathy from the twins. It was a mess he had gotten himself into when it could have been avoided easily by just talking to Henri.

By the time their car rolled past the security check point to the Aciran castle, the duo had become quieter while Rhys laughed at their apparent headaches. None of it helped as they stepped out of the car, Raiden offering his hand to Ryn as she slipped from the car; insuring no inappropriate mistakes to take place. Once emerged and straightened up, they waved at some of the cameras that hadn't stopped their assault of flashings and constant chatter to get them to "look their way". They were a sight to behold, what with Ryn donning a piece from their latest couture line, while Raiden himself wore a similar matching piece of his own Ol pairing it with a coat Henri had designed a few months ago. He may have been stupid to wear it, but it housed a nice pattern that reminded him of Xi'n. As always, Raiden wore some of his own personal jewelry, his usual black nail polish, and his hair neatly combed and pulled up in a half bun.

Familiarities were exchanged between the duo and the royal hosts of Aciras. Ryn couldn't wait to get away from it all. Neither one could imagine the annoyance of having to stand at attention waiting on everyone to arrive, being addressed in the same fashion every 30 minutes of so. How incredibly monotonous.

The two breached the threshold of the ballroom, scanning the other bodies that were present and had arrived before them. Their eyes instantly locked on to the one person that was going to give Raiden a heart attack. Tucked away in one of the many corners of the room was the younger prince of Luxembourg, looking as dashing as he always was. Ryn could feel her friend's blood run cold at the sight of his boyfriend. Ex? She wouldn't worry with the semantics of it all. Instead, she ushered him to a closer corner of their own. He reached out and placed a steadying hand on the small bar-top like table before them, shaky breaths leaving him silently. As luck would have it, it didn't seem as though Henri caught a glance at them, though she was made well aware of the fact that others noticed her presence; the air around them had grown stale and she couldn't help to attribute that to her own reputation. A waitstaff approached them with the utmost professionalism and before anything could be uttered from their lips, Ryn grabbed two flutes of champagne and placed them in front of her business partner, "Bring us some bourbon. 3 fingers each, easy ice." The look she attached to the end of her demand ended the conversation then and there. It's not like they were going to deny her. While they waited she offered one of the flutes to Raiden who graciously took it.

"Here's to the next two months," he sighed, as he held the glass up for a small toast, "They better pray I don't get an itch to flay something..."
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