Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ғᴏʀ Tʜᴇ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss
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◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾@Pundii@HushedWhispers@Tmitche23 As "the shark" leaned over and complimented her small speech to the people, Madeline felt a bit of comfort in the man. She looked up at Lucan and returned a gentle smile. He was always very kind, despite his nickname she had playfully given to him. It was only said in her mind anyways, so it made not much of a difference. Madeline then continued to pick at her food and drink, watching as people came and went to greet her parents and often a side remark to her. Another big bite of food was quickly met with a heavy swallow. In front of her was Arthur Gully. A man who had the glare of death that her father had as well, and known too well. She recognized this man only by the few spy sessions she did as the two men talked to one another when Madeline was much younger. That was when he did the unthinkable- he smiled.
King Samson met Arthur with a sturdy handshake, and a hearty smile between the two men. They were very similar in their trains of thoughts, and aided one another in any trouble that had came their ways in both families. Arthur then began speaking to Madeline as she turned her attention with his to his son, Ithobal. The princess gave the boy a soft smile, he was very handsome. He gave his small speech and presented his model ship and Madeline was very smitten. Though the princess was as young as she was, she knew of what she found attractive in a man. However, her ideals of romance came from the novels and stories she were told and not up to par with what the real world had to offer. Ithobal's offers of traveling the world however fit with these stories, and in this case dazed the girl for a few seconds.
Samson and Margaret interrupted, their agreement with many compliment to the work ethic of Lucan, and Madeline nodded parting her lips to speak,
"He's been a blessing, and I appreciate him more than my simple words can express." the young girl spoke, as her mother gleamed with pride. How sweet the daughter appeared! She was quickly dismissed with her ideas as Samson caught Arthur's attention and began speaking quietly between one another of these propositions of marriage and other political matters that they could get out before the next group of people could swing by.
As the next grouping came by, the leading lady of the Hyland's and her family- Madeline welcomed them with a soft smile and nod. Compliments of the castle were given as Queen Margaret complimented the dress she adorned. The king paid no attention to this "woman" talk, disappointed that her husband was not around to speak to.
"I'm sorry to hear about your husband, I send my wishes for him to get better as he needs the love and affection much more than I do on this day." Madeline confirmed, her small soft hand reaching out and placing it on the back of Julia's hand as a sign of comfort. Releasing her hand she was greeted by another Hyland daughter. They all appeared to be strong, independent women. A trait that Madeline hadn't quite found in herself, but admired greatly. Words of gratitude were exchanged plenty. Madeline smiled, nodded, and tried to remember names and faces as best as she could. It was quite exhausting.
A yawn escaped her lips.
Until two golden figures appeared from the crowd. Tanned, beautifully dressed people. Madeline's agape mouth went from a yawn to a sense of awe. As they introduced themselves from the land of Diovire, Madeline knew already that whatever they had to say was going to be a work of art, or perhaps a con. These two often went hand in hand. They presented the gifts and the princess grew more and more excited. However, the tension between the man and his wife was apparent and the man declaring his place in the tournament caused quite a stir of emotions. The golden duo scurried away as Madeline leaned in to her mother,
"I surely hope he doesn't win, as I fear his wife would be a serious concern to my safety." the girl spoke, a bit of fear in her voice. Queen Margaret smirked in a sense of motherly knowledge,
"A man's wife is usually the worst of it my love." she teased back, as the two sat back up to greet the next group of people to come.
Tʜᴇ Tᴏᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ Bᴇɢɪɴs
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"I'll be back before anything begins." Samson said, as he excused himself from his seat, walked down the steps and into the crowd. The women exchanged glances at one another without too much more thought as the TEN contenders stepped forward for further instruction.
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