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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 7, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora curstied respectfully to those in the room and began the first of many pleasantries to come today. She turned to acknowledge Princess Mai Mei of Liang first. “Good morning to you as well,” she replied with a small smile. “I suppose that is a good thing considering green is one of the colors on my kingdom’s coat of arms.” The Grand Duchess Elizaveta of Noslainia greeted her next and to Feora’s surprise similarly complimented her attire. Her eyebrows rose slightly as she glanced down at her own simple shirt then back up at Elizaveta. This, seriously? I just haphazardly grabbed the first shirt I saw. “Thank you for your compliments, both of you. You’re very kind, and you both look stunning as ever.”

Feora’s gaze drifted over to Prince Nikolai of Anduin. Her eyes widened when he leaned over and kissed Elizaveta, evidently his betrothed, on the cheek. How can they already be that comfortable enough with one another? I cannot even imagine being that way with Henry… Her face flushed at the thought of Henry kissing her, and she quickly looked down while she got her wits about her. Betrothed or not, I swear I will punch him in the face if he tries anything like that, she thought angrily to herself. She quickly composed herself once more.

Prince Nikolai was the final one to greet her. “Good morning,” she stated simply as she mustered up another small smile. She pretended as if she was at ease when in fact she was anything but that. Given the circumstances of her being here, she was left feeling on edge. She was walking on a fine line between duty and desire. Oh how she wanted to do things her way, but she feared the retribution it could bring. Why did her life have to be so complicated?

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: November 2, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora woke up early the following morning, before the sun had yet to rise above the horizon. Rising early was a habitual practice for her that came from growing up in Wulfswinth, where everything bustled with life shortly after sunrise. It took her a few moments to register where she was and why. And when it all came rushing back to her, she felt a constricting sensation that she had grown all too familiar with. There was a time when she used to wake up excited for the day, but lately, all she felt was dread. She grew weary of pretending to be someone she wasn’t and trying to live up to others’ expectations. With the added stress of her arranged marriage, it was almost too much to bear. Almost. Her fiery spirit wouldn’t allow herself to be completely broken down. Feora took a deep calming breath before getting out of bed to prepare for the day.

After taking a shower, she towel dried and brushed out her long dark brown hair before putting it in a simple braid. When she went to pick out something to wear, she noticed that a dress and a pair of heels were already set aside. Her handmaiden must have picked it out after moving her stuff into the room. “I am not wearing another dress,” she stated with an annoyed huff. She bypassed the dress and went for a simple green top and dark blue jeans paired with black paddock boots and a brown belt. She didn’t bother to put any makeup on. She wasn’t great at applying it anyways. With that all done, she made to leave her bedchambers. When she opened the door, to her utter annoyance, she was greeted by her two guards Maxwell and Fitzroy. “I should have figured that being in another kingdom would not stop your routine of getting up early,” she grumbled. She hated having them follow her around, more so after she realized that they were likely telling her father about everything she said or did. She barely held back a glare. She shut the door behind her and then pushed past her guards. She didn’t get far before she saw her two handmaidens, one from Wulfswinth and the other from Prince Casimir, come around the corner. “Princess, did you not see the dress I picked out for you?” Elizabeth, the handmaiden from Wulfswinth, asked when she spotted Feora.

“Yes, I did, and I chose not to wear it. Now, I do not require either of your assistances until the ball tonight,” Feora retorted sharply. She then continued on past them, ignoring their slightly shocked faces. She schooled her facial expression to something more neutral as she headed for the dining room. She was tempted to turn around and head back to her room when she spotted several people (Mai, Elizaveta, Nikolai, and Raven) already in the dining room. She forced a smile onto her face as she entered the room with her guards trailing behind her.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: October 8, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora hadn’t intended to make the situation more awkward than it already was. However, Henry’s flustered reaction said she had done just that. Truthfully, the situation left her feeling a mixture of both embarrassment and amusement. She was glad though when he changed the subject.

A vegetarian, huh? Well, that means more meat for me, she thought to herself. “I don’t think I would be any better at making it,” she replied to his comment. She wasn’t particularly proficient in cooking as it was never a skill that her mentors forced upon her to learn. As far as they were concerned, they saw cooking as more of a servant’s job. However, she wouldn’t be opposed to learning. She enjoyed learning new things.

She let out a sigh at his next statement. “I don’t blame you. It is a tedious business building relations; however, I must admit that it is important. These people after all will be the next generation of rulers. It is imperative that we make a good impression on them, for the sake of our kingdoms and keeping the peace,” she explained as her gaze took in the room full of people before eventually returning to Henry.

Lucky you, I have been dragged to many of these things, she thought at his statement that he had never been to a ball before. “A ball is a more formal event with a lot dancing and socializing. The men dress in suits and the women wear more elaborate dresses, and an abundance of food is usually provided,” she elaborated for him. “It is really up to you as to whether or not you leave. I won’t stop you.”

Just then, Feora’s guard Maxwell approached them. “Excuse me for interrupting, your highnesses,” he stated. He gave a slight bow to Henry and Feora before addressing Feora, “I wanted to let you know that your horse and stable hand have arrived safely and are getting settled in as we speak.”

“That’s great news,” she replied to Maxwell as a genuine smile lit up her features. “I wasn’t sure how well Frederick would do on the long journey here. Thank you for letting me know.”

Maxwell bowed once again and was about to walk off when she stopped him with her next statement, “Did my tactical suggestion prove worthwhile?” Her smile changed into a sly smirk when he begrudgingly nodded his head.

“Good, then remember that next time you question my intelligence,” she retorted. Her tone of voice held a slight harshness and almost warning like nature to it. She then abruptly turned back to Henry. She worked to return her facial expression to something more neutral, but despite her best efforts, there was still a fieriness present in her gaze. She couldn’t deny the high she got from speaking her mind.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: October 5, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora noted that Henry was rather quiet following her greeting. However, she took it as a sign that he was similarly uncomfortable in the given situation, which gave her some relief. She let him take his time formulating something to say. She certainly wasn’t in any rush. When he finally did speak, she was pleasantly surprised by his statement. Right away he spoke with sincerity, which was something she both admired and envied. His mindset on the situation that they were currently in evidently paralleled her own. A spark of hope flared up in her that together they could come up with a way out of this arranged marriage, a way that would not be detrimental to either of their kingdoms. Her expression brightened up slightly at that thought, and the corners of her lips started to pull up into the beginnings of a smile. But of course, her hopes were quickly dashed as a new realization struck her. Out of the corner of her eye, she had noted that her guard Fitzroy was watching her closely. It dawned on her that whatever she said would get back to her father via her eavesdropping guards. That meant that she couldn’t defy her father without him knowing about it. It was one thing to challenge him privately but publicly—she didn’t know what he would do then. What punishment would he come up with, marry her off sooner than the allotted three months? Her facial expression hardened the slightest bit, and her jaw clenched as anger and frustration built up in her. My father thinks he has won the game, but the truth is that the games have only just begun. He needs to get out of my way, or I will trample him into the dust.

She quickly tried to change her expression back to something more neutral. Henry didn’t deserve to take the brunt of her anger. It wasn’t his fault that her father betrayed her or that she was dumped into this mess that she called her life. “Good,” she answered simply to his question on how the pastries were. She once again flashed him that small half-hearted smile. When he began speaking about his mother, she felt a pang of sadness. She wished her own mother was still alive, maybe then her life would be more pleasant. The statement that followed momentarily confused her, and she mentally scrambled to recall what little information she did know about Henry’s history. She quickly remembered that he is a bastard child, so he must have been referring to his birth mother. She was honestly surprised that her father chose to have her marry Henry considering his status as a bastard. Not that it really mattered to her. After all, you couldn’t choose who your parents are.

Her breath caught in her throat when he leaned over to her to whisper in her ear. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke, causing an involuntary shiver to run down her spine. Nevertheless, her brows furrowed in reaction to what he said. He then pulled away and quickly, and rather loudly, changed the subject. She only vaguely registered his question regarding her favorite food. Her mind still remained on what he had whispered to her. He’s not worth it…why would he say or think that? She wanted to respond to that statement, but the fact that he had whispered it meant that it was a conversation he didn’t want everyone to hear. Her face flushed slightly at the thought of leaning over and whispering in his ear like he had done to her. However, she felt that what she had to say was important. It took a fair amount of courage on her part to lean over and whisper in his ear, “Everyone has worth, Henry, just not everyone is kind enough to recognize it.” She watched his facial expression, gauging his reaction, as she pulled away. “Now what was the question again…my favorite food? We eat a fair amount of meat in Wulfswinth, so I suppose it would be something along those lines. Maybe beef brisket. Venison is nice as well.”

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 24, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora returned a kind smile to Mai before her attention was distracted by a loud voice sounding above the murmur of conversations. Her eyes widened slightly when her gaze landed on the shirtless Prince Casimir Antik D'strad of Ortha. His choice of attire, or lack thereof, was certainly a bold choice, but given the circumstances, she found it indecent. She grew wary when he announced his gift of personal handmaidens and men. It seemed like a potentially convenient, albeit intrusive, way for Ortha to gather intel. Hopefully she was wrong and that it was just a kind gesture, but one could never be too careful. She already had enough people in her life that she kept secrets from, so she didn’t particularly want to add any more. Besides, she didn’t even require much of the handmaiden she already had.

She carefully hid her emotions behind a placid exterior as Casimir approached her and Mai. She felt uncomfortable listening to him speak to Mai in an almost intimate manner. Everything about him screamed cockiness, and it irked her to no end. She kept her hands close to her sides, seriously hoping he wouldn’t kiss her hand as well. She then took a small step closer to her guard. It would be better if Fitzroy deals with this rather than me because I feel the desire to give this guy a good punch in the face. That certainly wouldn’t go over well. She had to focus hard on keeping her facial expression neutral when Casimir turned to speak to her. She was afraid to even smile politely and risk him thinking that she was interested in him, when in fact she found him abhorrent. She was relieved to say the least when the pink haired Princess Isobel caught Casimir’s attention.

Feora’s eyebrows shot up when she heard the exchange between Princess Fareeha and Casimir, regarding her blatant refusal of his gift. “We need to keep an eye on those two. They’re bound to start a fight,” she whispered to her guard when Casimir was no longer in hearing distance. He nodded his head in reply. Just then, the handmaiden gifted to her made an appearance. “Hello, Princess Feora. I am Urnala Nummoa, and it is my honor to serve you. How may I be of assistance?”

She was about to say that she currently did not require the servant’s assistance when it occurred to her that she had yet to hear from her stable hand. “Actually I do have something you could do. My horse and stable hand are supposed to arrive sometime today. Could you please go to the stables and see if they have arrived? If they have not, could you make sure that a stall has been prepared for my horse?” she asked.

“Yes, of course,” Urnala replied with a polite curtsy. Feora watched as the handmaiden left before her gaze drifted around the room. She suddenly heard a “greetings” off to her side. She turned to fully face the person, but she wasn’t prepared to see who stood before her, her betrothed Prince Henry Allen Peterson III of Elaniel. Her green eyes widened slightly and her breath hitched in surprise. She followed his gaze down to the plate in his hand which had some pastries on it. “Sure,” she replied to his question, her voice sounding stronger than she felt. She hated that she felt so vulnerable, and she blamed her father for putting her in this situation. She was glad that her hands weren’t shaking as she delicately plucked one of the small pastries from Henry’s plate. As she ate it, her gaze slowly drifted back to his face. He had a nice smile, and she noted that they were similar in height. With the heels she wore, they were about at eye level. As she tried to come up with something suitable to say, she realized that she didn’t know a whole lot about him. In her stubbornness, she had neglected to do much research.

What was she supposed to say to him? Hi, thanks for ruining my life. Yeah, that wouldn’t be an appropriate way to start a conversation. She opted for the typical greeting that been engrained in her all these years. She did a small polite curtsy before speaking, “Hello, Prince Henry. How are you doing?” She gave him a small smile, though her heart wasn’t fully in it. She felt numb to the world. Her father’s betrayal had cut her deeply and now her heart and soul were more heavily guarded. Her fiery spirit itched to break free from the constraints that had been placed upon it. She hoped that this man would not be a hindrance because she was done being controlled and broken down by others.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 15, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth

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Feora breathed a small sigh of relief when she realized that her betrothed Prince Henry had yet to notice her. She was perfectly content with that because she certainly wasn’t ready to meet him. Granted, she didn’t think she ever would be. For one to not be nervous in these circumstances you would have to be incredibly brave or simply ignorant. She hated the whole idea of creating alliances through arranged marriage because it was so flawed. How does one expect a kingdom to become stronger when the leaders resent each other? She didn’t want that fate, the very same fate that her father was forcing upon her. However, she hadn’t come up with a plan of action that would not jeopardize her kingdom’s safety. Whatever she did she had to take into consideration the potential repercussions. She would not be the one who causes her kingdom’s demise, but she also didn’t want to lose herself.

She held back what would have been a very unladylike groan of annoyance. She started walking across the room, putting distance between her and Prince Henry. She knew that he would notice her eventually, and when he did, she would let him come to her, not vice versa. She maintained a placid façade as she leisurely yet still elegantly crossed the room. Her guards Fitzroy and Maxwell fell in step beside her. “You know, both of you don’t need to stay glued to my side. It would make more logical sense if one of you found a vantage point where you could see the entire room at once,” she stated. Her guards looked surprised by her clear knowledge of tactical planning, making her feel honestly insulted. However, instead of snapping at them like she wanted to, she simply arched a brow in response. One of them eventually let out a sigh and did as she had stated. A pleased smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

“Oh, and Maxwell,” she called to the guard when something important came to mind that she needed to tell him.

“Yes, your highness,” he replied after halting and turning to face her once more.

“Don’t just focus your attention on me. As far as I am concerned, the others’ safety is just as important. Be here to keep the peace if a fight does break out,” she added. Maxwell nodded his head in response then returned to his search for a good vantage point for surveillance.

As Feora was making her way across the room, Princess Mai stepped in front of her. A smile played on her features when Mai complimented her dress. “Thank you. And you look quite flawless. Not many can pull off red as well as you do,” she remarked kindly.

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Roleplay: When Royalty Collides
Date of post: September 13, 2016
Character: Feora Isabel Swinth

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Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth

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“How dare you go behind my back and arrange a marriage between me and some stranger. Worse yet, you have the audacity to tell me about this only a week before the Grand Ball,” Feora retorts, her voice a mixture of hostility and underlying emotional pain. To say her father King Matthias was shocked by her uncharacteristic display of defiance was a bit of an understatement. His eyes noticeably widened at hearing her outburst. She could see the gears turning in his head as he scrambled for a suitable response.

“It’s too late now to back out. It would be improper,” he responded matter-of-factly. He waved his hand, signifying that he was done with this conversation. However, Feora was far from done.

“Yes because propriety is clearly your strong suite,” Feora snapped, adding insult to injury. “You really don’t know me at all! I have given up so much of myself for the good of this kingdom, and this is the thanks I get. I will not let some man control me and take this kingdom for his own! I am the heir to the throne, and I will be the one to rule, whether I am married or not!”

“YOU WILL DO AS I SAY, FEORA!!” Matthias roared as he slammed his hands on the table before him. Feora visibly flinched. Her father had never yelled at her before. Granted, she had never so openly defied him.

“I will keep up the pretense. Though, as far as I am concerned, our relationship is nothing but a formality,” she stated simply before exiting the room.

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Truthfully Feora’s whole world had shattered that day, and now she was left to pick up the pieces. During the week that followed, she had gone through a whole range of emotions and self-analysis. Whatever confidence or defiance had transpired was hidden behind what felt like an even more guarded exterior. She was torn between duty and the need to control her own life. Well, she had plenty of time for contemplation during the time it took to get to Aciras.

It was a big relief that her father was not accompanying her on this “adventure.” In fact, she had only brought with her a handful of people: her two most trusted guards/chauffeurs Fitzroy and Maxwell, her handmaiden, and her stable hand. She was particularly happy that she was allowed to bring along her beloved Hanoverian gelding Frederick, hence why she required her personal stable hand.

As the castle of Aciras came into view, her nerves resurfaced with a vengeance. She felt like she could face certain death with relative ease, but faced with meeting her betrothed she was done for. She put her hands underneath her legs as they began to shake. Keep it together, Feora, she thought to herself as she took several calming breaths. By the time Fitzroy had the car parked in front of the castle and Maxwell offered his hand to help her get out, she had mostly regained her composure.

Her gold heels clicked lightly as she gracefully walked up the castle steps. She was dressed in a beautiful green and gold lace dress with her hair up in a braided bun. She had on small gold earrings in the shape of a wolf’s head, the emblem of her kingdom Wulfswinth. Her guards, in their military dress uniform flanked her on either side. She smiled kindly to the royal family of Aciras as well as Niklas and Mai as she approached them. “Greetings. I am Princess Feora Isabel Swinth of Wulfswinth. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances,” she stated before curtsying respectfully. “My gift to you for your hospitability is this finely made and perfectly usable hand-and-a-half sword.” Her guard Maxwell presented them the sword, drawing it out slightly to show them the quality of the blade. Feora curtsied one more time before heading inside.

She entered the room as gracefully and confidently as ever. That was until her eyes landed on her betrothed Prince Henry. Her step faltered. Crap, he’s already here. She fought the childish urges to hide behind her guards and avoid him at all cost.

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