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Prince of the Texan Sovereignty,
Quentin Houston



Events such as these were right up Quentin's alley!

This was sarcastic, of course. They were not.

Trying to pretend that he belonged, Quentin managed to get aaaalllll the way through the niceties and polite...ities? and respectities and politics surrounding a very big event that he was invited to for some reason (???) until he, after over thirty hours without his signature hat... wore his hat.

God, this was a more casual event anyways, nobody would probably even care or notice that he was wearing his cowboy hat. It was white-- it was no flashy colors. No one would care, he reassured himself, as he dressed in a suit his servants-- hired on a month earlier from his friendgroup, who were mockingly formal in how they 'served' him. They also reassured him that no one would mind the hat.

Quentin didn't regret wearing the hat, but he did regret trusting his friends. He could see Princes and Princesses and even a few of those ever so blank servants glancing at his hat, as he warmly greeted his hosts. A handshake with them might've been out of place, but he always preferred the straightforward approach and still didn't really get the whole bowing thing. Nonetheless, he managed to get out of that without offending anyone-- he thought-- and even seemed to get a genuinely warm smile out of the so very pink Lea! So he must've been doing okay.

But still, everyone was glancing at his hat. He pretended to not notice, of course-- he was very good at noticing things and not commenting on them, because being a know-it-all wasn't often funny and comedic-- but it made him feel quite self-conscious.

So the big man, standing as tall or taller than every other member of royalty in the room, made even more prominent with his hat adding another four inches, found himself standing somewhat alone-- how would he even approach royalty?-- as he studied the meat selection at the snack table. Specifically, judging its quality in both preparation and in ingredients. He found some lackluster, and some to be quite impressive.

But there was none of his family's premium meats here. The best in the world... none of it served here. Huh! He'd have to change that, Quentin thought to himself as he chewed on his twelfth meatball.
Princess of Mamlakat Assalhra,
FAREEHA ISIS AMARI



Fareeha hated people.

Well, not all people. She just hated mostly everyone. And that was for a simple reason: they were terribly, terribly boring, and average. They weren't amusing, or even original.


So while she wasn't particularly looking forward to dealing with a thousand and a half egotistical members of royalty... she'd happily take it in favor of leaving home for a spell and getting away from the increasing pressure of her parents and tutors, her studies and her... well, politics. But internal ones. These external politics with a bunch of grown children from the countries across the seas is relatively removed, and largely... well, somewhat irrelevant to her. They had no real 'neighbors' because Mamlakat Asslahra is a giant island, surrounded by international waters... so if a prince or princess gets a little offended, eeeeh, it's mostly alright.

So here she was, marching through the hallways of an admittedly impressive castle and palace, to greet her host.

The pinkest, most girly, most... disgusting excited and happy Princess that Fareeha has ever seen. So much pink. Why is there so much pink. But nonetheless, the Princess Lea's effect on the normally stoic 'Snake Queen,' as the internet community called her, was apparent-- Fareeha couldn't help but a slightly miffed sigh and a smile breaking out on her face, as she-- gracefully! mind-- marched up to her hosts, dressed smartly and handsomely instead of prettily or regally.

It was a quick exchange, however, with the hosts of the Aciran kingdom-- just a compliment on how Fareeha could never pull off such a beautiful gown, a warm smile-- that she was quite unused to but let it slide-- and respect given to all the hosts.

Then the woman was out on the floor, sighing for just a brief moment at getting the most formal part of this out of the way.

Scanning the room, Fareeha concluded... that she knew next to no one here. Reaching up to the silent and still form of her ball python, Farih, curled around her neck inside of her collar, she gently stroked the snake's head, feeling the girl shift slightly as her head came up to meet the pets.




<Snipped quote by OfWindAndRain>

they look good but pls add quentin's personality :D <3


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