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Or anything you've been itching to roleplay?
- oh or something you simply don't want to even try? XD
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Hey did you wanna do doubles or just singles?
Any favorites?In all honesty I like being the girl but I can be the guy unless you want to be the girl I'm cool with that too. So it doesn't matter either way to me :D
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We could do loads of things
Slave-Master
Medieval
Matched/Selection (of you've read it)
College
Dystopia
Etc.
Etc.
Guess we'll just wait and see? (:
I've never done Matched/ Selection before, seems interesting.
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I read Matched - but I didn't really like it enough to continue on. It was sort of boring. But I totally loved the idea.
Anyway - which one are you leaning towards? :3
Of we did the selection we could have multiple girls - but then we would have to switch off when it comes to being one guy
If we did matched we could have doubles or singles no problem.
Eh I like them both. I'm horrible at situations, you choose?
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I like the selection better though - in book terms. So I'm leaning towards that.
Maybe we won't have to switch off with one guy.
Maybe there are two princes but the selection is only being held for the heir?
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Who's gonna be the heir and who's gonna be baby brother? ^^
Ehhhh can I be the baby brother? If you don't mind?
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Just wanted to give you first pick, haha
So how many girls do we actually wanna make?
Since their are supposed to be 35 :/
I mean we can obviously change it and stuff
Lol KayUmmmm maybe we can have our main and then the others are like side charries? So like face sides each? And the other girls could just be liked talked about?
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Maybe their friends or something
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Time to make dem charries (:
I do short profiles btw
It's okay:)
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Name: Prince Lucas Elladean
Age: 20
Apperance:
Height: 5'10"
Lucas is a humble boy. Of course he is still a prince. Sometimes he can be a bit cocky, but the ladies seem to simply swoon over that, so could he really complain? Though other times he's quiet, kind to everyone because he doesn't want to give his honest opinion - well only if it hurts others. However with the whole process he finds himself overwhelmed as stretched out by the very second. When he gets stressed he brushed people off, he doesn't make them feel special. Frankly he likes the idea of the selection just so there's less pressure when it comes to finding a queen. The further queen is being handed to him in a batch. It sounds insincere but he had to at least try to keep an open mind about things. What choice does he have? It's not uncommon to see him snappy or inconsiderate, and he doesn't plan on making someone feel special if he doesn't see them as a future queen. When he's told to cut Lucas will do so with as much ease as he possibly can. The prince is ... Difficult to understand. But the way he sees it; put yourself in his shoes. Those are terribly large shoes to fill.
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Age: 17
Class: Six
Appearance:
Height: 5'3"
Renee was always an innocent soul, protected by her family rather than having to protect others herself. She's a happy spirit trapped inside herself. Renee enjoys smiling and laughing because she rarely ever does it. She treasures the times she can. Isn't one of defiance, she does what she's told because she's scared what would happen otherwise. When Renee's around her brother she feels more like herself. So most of the reason she’s here at the castle is because she was forced into the idea of the selection. Renee just doesn’t like the idea that she could be chosen as a queen. It seems unlikely that she would anyway though it doesn’t stop her heart from bouncing all over the place. Yes of course the prince is a lovely human being – or it seems – and looks like quite the charmer, but being in the castle is not her forte. Well … Renee could never see herself as someone running a country, so is most nervous in being chosen as one of the thirty-five. Her main goal is not to catch the princes eye really, to get through this and be eliminated. Go back to her family even if the food here is wonderful and the bed is so exceedingly soft. Besides as a six it’s not likely anyway that Lucas nor his parents would feel she would be in the running two. Renee has little to no confidence in herself, it’s what happens when you grow up in a family of sixes. The class of servants and butlers and maids. You always are doing as your told, trying to scrounge for money so that you can have a bit of meat a night – if they were lucky they would have warm bread to follow. Very lucky.
Name: Prince Damien ElladeanAge:19
Appearance:
Height: 5'10
Damien has always been the black sheep in the family. He doesn't like being told to do and will do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, with whomever he wants. When he sets his mind to do something, their is no stopping him. Anyone who has ever tried to talk to him or get to know him have always been met with a facade of arrogance. His entire life everything was about his brother and he was ignored just because he wasn't born first. So he acted out but now he's too far into the person he created to ever come out. However if you get through those walls you would see that he really is a nice boy. Nice enough anyways but at least then he isn't a jerk, somewhat anyways. Don't think he's a good two shoes inside because he's not. He'll always have a smartass response and a sarcastic comment ready if h needs it. It's just him, he's a complicated person but if you really get to know him you know he's loyal and trustworthy. He's also intelligent which comes in handy when he needs to escape or something. He mostly ignores the selection, knowing all of them are just for his brother.
Name: Ruth EstrelleAge: 17
Class: Five
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Ruth is not liking any of the other girls who applied for the selection. No, her mother forced her too. But in all honesty? She hates the castes. She hates the Selection, she hated royalty, and most importantly she hated the prince. Their all spoiled and she rather play music then go play dress up because she knows she won't win. As a matter a fact she liked the younger prince maybe it's because she's rebellious herself. Unlike the other girls she never tries to wear the latest thing or catch up on gossip, even if they didn't have the time or money for it, girls try a knock off version. She rather be by herself or with her best friend, Stephan, and sing or dance. None of that ballroom crap, just something that will let you be free. She's sarcastic and witty and is never afraid to say what's on her mind or how she feels even if she hurts you or your own feelings in the process. Why should she stay quiet? She's forced to be other people's entertainment. She's a feisty one alright, never one to bow down to anyone, even if you are the prince. Quite frankly she doesn't care what anyone but her family and friends think of her. And these people are not her friends. She just hopes not to be picked but if she does, she just wants to get the whole thing over with and return to her life.
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Where should we start?
Like are they just arriving at the castle?
Or are they on their way?
And they are going to be friends yes? ^^
Sorry, I tend to ask a lot of questions.
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Did you want me to start? Or you?
Cause it's like 1 here and I still haven't changed into actual clothes, so ... Brb xD
Uhh you? I still have to do chores to get on my laptop
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In fact they would meet Prince Lucas tonight at the opening dinner, even his mother and father and brother would be there. Of course the king and the queen would only vaguely speak to anyone. His mother could actually be quiet shy sometimes, but knew of course what these ladies were going through. His father was husky and can be intimidating to the eye. His brother - well he was a bit worried about him to say the least. As these ladies were meant or swear themselves to him and him only under the law and event of the selection he could only enforce the rule upon his brother. No fiddling, act prim, act proper, act like a prince dammit. Lucas at the moment had been summoned for a political meeting, eyes r inning over the maps while listening to his father moan on about war in new Asia and hopeful new alliances. Damien had been invited mostly to keep him out of the way though it mattered little to known if he came as Lucas would be the one making the calls so very soon.
Ruth stared at the window of the van they were in. The chatters of the other girl irritating her as she tried to find some quiet. Honestly, do they ever shut up? Sighing she ran her hand through her long locks, wondering what she ever did to deserve this. Never in her life had she wanted to be selected. Honestly, she had the most fake smile ever when she took her picture and it didn't even meet her eyes. Letting out a sigh, she was starting to realize that the royal family really were idiots like she always thought. She didn't even fit the bill anyways, she wasn't cute, pretty, beautiful, nor sexy. No she wasn't modest, she knew what she was and that my friends would be hot. That's what all the boys called her, not in a slutty way but in a refined almost classy way. Whatever the fuck that meant, as far as she was concerned they just wanted to get into her pants. Whatever, just as she finally found her piece of mind, the car stopped and the girls started squealing. "Let the gamed begin,"She murmured as she got out the car quickly. It didn't take too long for them to get into the palace and to her great pleasure Prince Idiot, wasn't there. She was in no hurry to meet that mean who ruined her life for the few days she's staying here. Her plan? Be the first one to go. Suddenly she felt eyes on her, and she sharply turned her head to the corner, but no one was there.Damien was chewing n a toothpick, hidden behind the sharp corner , when the girls came in. Sighing, he knew he should go but he just couldn't resist to take a look at the girls who would kiss his brother's ass until one was left, crowning the ultimate ass kisser. Peeking, he shook his head in disgust, sure they were nice to look at but he was certain they had nothing in that head of theirs. Bobble heads. Suddenly without warning one of the girls turned to look at him, surprised he jumped back. After a few seconds he laughed softly, maybe one of them had a brain. And she sure was someone to look at, he wouldn't mind taking that one to bed. He smirked, after all even he, could tell she was unhappy to be here and she wasn't his brothers type at all. No, what his brother was looking for was someone obedient who would boost his ego. Arm candy. Checking the time, he figured the meeting would be over soon. Taking his time he strolled over to the room, flinging the doors open. "Sorry I'm late," He drawled out as he lazily took a seat.
(Sorry for the hold up!)
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No worries on the hold up, I don't mind, I disappear at random times all the time :p Warning.
I'm really wondering how these characters are going to end up together, it seems impossible at first glance, lol!))
Renee felt more nervous than anything – overwhelmed was written all over her face as all of them flittered into the large entry hall of the palace. Her hands were still linked in front of her, only this time her lips were parted, eyes fearful and rather unaware that anyone could simply look at her and give a laugh. With that being said she neglected the idea of proper action and bummed straight on into someone. Quickly backtracking she curled her slim little fingers into her clothing. They were all still a mis-matched pair of people, mostly the twos and threes in nicer clothing. Considering most of her clothing was rags it had been more than difficult to find something nice to wear. In the moment Renee found herself apologizing to the girl at once, holding her hands up after a moment to show her sincerity. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m – I didn’t even realize you were there.” She said, eyes moving briefly to where the girl had snapped her head to just moments before Renee had found the indecency to run herself into her back. Oh but she hadn’t meant to!
Lucas slowly lifted his eyes to see his brother, his head swimming with the rebel boys voice before anything. His footfalls were even familiar, they indicated trouble and carelessness. It was dim that the prince could pick out his brothers footsteps, but considering he didn’t exactly have many things to do in his life Lucas had picked up a few familiarities. There was a small patter of excitement as he peered around at the window, indicating the time of the day the girls were meant to arrive. It was growing closer to dinner with every moment. The girls would just be shown around, their rooms and the women’s room and so on, and then he could see some pretty and fresh faces. Though for the time being he had to deal with politics and Damien in the very same room – oh his head was about to explode already, must his brother insist to act this way? Looking lazily at him the prince motioned for the seat on his left with a hand motion. “Lovely to see you, Damien, however I don’t see why you would come with but a few hours to spare.” He said, less than amused. The king was looking at Damien was a sort of distain.
(Lol yay!Oh okay,, I tend to disappear too
Well we'll make it work ;))
Eying the corner suspiciously, Ruth was forced to look away when someone bumped into her, making her stumble. Turning on her heel, glare in place she opened her mouth to put whatever noble in their place when she found herself looking at a girl, who surprisingly was shorter than her. Taking in her clothes, she realized the girl must be a six, a caste lower than her. Her glare softened up as she watched the girl apologize. "Girl, calm down." she instructed her before she had a heart attack or fainted. Honestly she couldn't be blamed for that so she needed her to calm down. "It's fine, I'm short, most people don't see me."She shrugged and a soft sigh escaped her lips when they started the tour. "Great, being shown around my hell hole. How pleasing,"She muttered with an eye roll. Glancing one last look at the corner, she drifted to the back and forcefully followed along. God, if her mother saw her now she would be freaking out. Before she left, she had been instructed to act pleasing. Pleasing her ass.
Damien yawned loudly, not bothering to cover his mouth as his brother talked. "You done yet?" He asked, effectively cutting him off. "I don't know how you expect to have grandchildren if all he does is talk everyone to death,"He lazily turned to look at his father who looked displeased to see him before turning back to look at him. "It was either come here or help mother with whatever the hell she's doing,"He waved a hand in the air. "But she said I'm not allowed in until her maids leave,"He gave a wink, so he had been flirting with them, so what? His mother has over reacted when she saw him in bed with one of them. Naked. Whatever. If their was anyone he listened to, it was is mother. Sometimes not all the time, depending on his mood but she was the one person he did respect. "So by default I had to come here unless,"He smirked slyly. "King Pops decides to let me have fun with your team of ass kissers and lets me make them into team Damien's." His nails drummed against the table as he put his feet up and slouched. "I even have one in mind already,"He let it slip, knowing that he would be scolded for even taking a peek at them, he wasn't even caught, almost anyways.
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Renee bit her bottom lip – not only had she been so clumsy as to actually run into someone, but on the very first day. She was lucky that they were greeted by … well she hadn’t been listening closely enough to hear her name, but she wasn’t the queen, or the king, or either of the princes. Then again maybe that would’ve put her in a position of going home quickly. Yes her life wasn’t great but she felt so out of order here. Especially knowing that they would have maids themselves, for someone that comes has been in that position all her life it was difficult to know that she would be treated like she were above them. It was … unnerving. “I know the feeling.” She said quietly in return before they began moving again. Renee followed alongside the other girl, more or less, she didn’t seem to be someone in the mood for talking. If anything she looked as if she didn’t want to be here, plain and clear as day. With her heart relaxing slightly with the idea put in her head Renee tipped her head a bit, pressing her pale lips together and shifted her green eyes away. May as well try to figure where they would be headed off too. She hoped she would have some time alone before this evening, unsure how to act with all the other girls looking so entranced.
“Yes, well I don’t believe you’ll find the time to love a girl, so there goes the dream of baby Damien’s.” Lucas said with a dark note planted in the core of his voice. When they were younger Damien and him had gotten along just like brothers should – like they were the best of friends, but as Damien out grew his baby years Lucas was the one in the lime light. Since then they’ve drifted and today they were anything but a pair of hunky-dory brothers. They acted like they couldn’t stand to share the same home as each other much less the same blood. Before Damien could react further than a dark glance the King intervened with a risen hand and a well heard clear of his throat. “Boys.” His voice was curt, to the point, unforgiving. “I don’t expect either or you to act this way while at dinner, understand?” he shot his gaze most specifically at his youngster. He’d gotten one of their maids thrown out, actually various maids thrown out through flirting, and yet he persisted. The King would not have such things happening with these contestants.
At the back of the group, Ruth was surprised to see that the other girl followed her. She studied her for a few minutes before grinning,"You don't want to be here either. At least someone here had a brain. I'm Ruth Estrelle by the way, class five. You?" She didn't even bother to figure out where they were going because she had no interest. everything that came out of the woman's mouth was senseless babble and only made her want to bang her head against the wall. She then took a chance to look at the other girls, obviously all nobles by the way they dresses. Playing with one of her locks she was grateful her hair was so long. It's what made her mother decide to let it down instead of one of intricate designs that made her head hurt. "If you really didn't want to be here then why did you sign up?" Her mother flashed into her head at the question. Her mother was so obsessed with getting into a higher caste and was convinced she was pretty enough to get in. Seems she was right but her personality wasn't pretty and she was determined to go back home instead of staying here. Ah, home, where she didn't have to walk around in these god forsaken heels!"Whoever said anything about love?" Damien laughed,"You really are a piece of work. But at least I know how it is to be with a woman, the only woman you've kissed is our mother." He rolled his eyes as their father gave him a look about behaving. Honestly, where did he get off on telling him what to do? "Wait... If there is an 's' at the end of the word that means plural right?" A smirk slid onto his lips, he loves to irritate his brother and father. He lives for it in fact,"Because I'm pretty sure you said boys. One boy, me,"He pointed at him and then at Lucas. "And one thing. I'm actually pretty surprised you managed to see beyond both of your giant heads and see someone else,"He got up. "And a word of advice,"He turned back to look at them as he stopped by the doorframe. "Don't tell me what to do. I will do whatever I want, whenever I want, with whomever I want." He laughed as he slammed the door shut, the signal to stay away from the boy unless you wanted trouble. Oh yes, dinner was going to be very fun.
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Lucas massaged the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut with irritation as his brothers voice never seemed to drone out. “Lovely, knowing Damien he will do everything in his power to help me find disgust in every single girl chosen.” He muttered to himself, raising his voice a bit louder to speak to his father, “I really do think we should disinvite him from tonight’s dinner.” The king looked at him, making a face with a risen eyebrow. “If you’re suggesting that your brother is going to pollute these woman then I …” “I’m not suggesting father. I—“ “Lucas, I don’t want to hear it. Damien must come to dinner. We can’t have our kingdom believing that we don’t love our son.” He reasoned. Lucas looked back at him with a sort of disbelieving look on his face, head throbbing at everything being shoved up there at the moment. All his problems and responsibilities falling into a mess never to be cleared completely, “Do you?” he asked harshly. The king shot his eyes towards him with a hard edge, a short spark of anger there. “Of course we do. How dare you say that of your brother.” For a long few moments Lucas only shook his head before finally getting to his feet to pace, tangling his fingers into his blonde hair, one remaining stationed behind his back. “I think I should go rest my head before meeting the girls tonight.” He finally said, holding his tongue when it came to his brother -- Well he sure doesn’t love us. Is what the prince was itching to say. Of course he didn’t. He left the room with a bow to his father, tucking the doors shut behind him. What. A. Day.
Ruth felt like punching someone. Currently she was being led down to the dining room by some soldier. But that wasn't the reason she was pissed, no, she was pissed because of what she was wearing. Currently she had on a dark blue, slim, and strapless with some beading into it. It was ridiculous. She was going to dinner not some fancy ball. At least they had the decency to let her hair down, thinking it would make it look more casual. But looking at the other girls, she was lucky to not have been put into some ball gown. She sighed softly, trying to see if she could find Renee yet. They were being left to choose their on seat and she was hoping not having to sit next to some bimbo. Most girls wanted a seat at the head of the table where they thought the prince would be sitting, so she opted to the other end, where hopefully, the queen who was said to be shy would be sitting. Maybe then she would be left alone. It didn't take too long for the tour lady to come in. "Alright ladies, take your seats! Behave yourselves, the royal family is coming." With that the fight for the seats began. Luckily no one wanted the seat she took, thinking the prince wouldn't sit on that side. Drumming her fingers against the table, she wished she was back home, wearing something comfortable as she ate with her brothers and parents.Damien fittled with his formal wear, feeling entirely uncomfortable in the inside but in the outside he was calm and had a lazy attitude to him. "Finally, time to see the girls,"He smirked but was awarded with a smack to the head. "Be respectful Damien,"His mother reprimanded him and he rolled his eyes but smiled softly. "Yes mother,"She smiled and licked her fingers as she tried to fix his hair but he dodged her. Note to self: Mothers ruin your bad boy image. He was just waiting to be introduced so he could find his prey. the girl he saw earlier who almost saw him. Hmm ironic. She seemed to be fun, not like any of the other barbie dolls. "Don't work brother,"He spit out. "I won't ruin your time to shine," His eyes darkened as he resisted the urge to just flee. He was so sick of the fact that everything that happened around here was centered around Lucas. His "parents" barley seemed to remember that his birthday wasn't that far off. Was it possible to have anyone worse to raise him? Well, okay maybe not his mother but his father? He was a complete different story. He always wondered how his mother could love a man like him. She was sweet, caring, and nurturing the way a mother should be while his father just cared about one child, and that wasn't him. "Great, time to turn on the charm,"Rolling his shoulders back he smirked. Smirk in place? Check. Wild hair? Check. Right walk? Check. Girl in mind? Double check.
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Lucas stood on his fathers side, the king and the queen were to he the center of attention and their goal was to keep their sons on opposite sides of the table. The prince vaguely bothered to look sideways at his brothers snide comment. "Don't worry, Damien, I'll make sure you remain where your comfortable. In the shadows." He said back with a sort of ease. There was little sarcasm in his voice, and his lips remanded unemotional - proper. His hands were tucked behind his back, showing etiquette though he shifted a bit, glancing briefly at his feet before going ahead and stopping smack in front of the dining room doors. Obviously he and Damien were not on the bet of terms. The doors were pulled open for them and permitting the king and queen take their steps first Lucas followed in pursuit, putting on a half smile as he caught eyes with all the girls. His eyes ran over their faces one by one, each giving them time to take in his humble smile before moving on to the next. Lucas wanted to know them all face-by-face as it would be difficult to remember all there names with one night amount at them. "Nice to see all you ladies here, all looking lovely tonight." His father greeted, hands also behind his back. He and Lucas went around one side of the table while Damien and the queen went the other. To keep Lucas segregated of course. "I'm King Anthony."
"Calm down Renee," Ruth laughed as the girl jumped into her seat like a wild rabbit. "Trust me when I say none of the girls want these seats. They have all come to the conclusion that the prince will sit on that side of the table. I don't know if their right but if they are I want to be away from him, so here I am. About the heels, I would be in the same boat as you if I didn't have to wear them when I sign for the customers. Mostly the nobles who book me for some important, well for them, event. God they piss me off," She shrugged and rolled one of her locks in her hair. It felt odd, her maids had made it pin straight. She was so used to her wavy beach curls. All of a sudden, the time for the royal family to come was upon them. She watched as the king and queen entered followed by Prince Idiot and the black sheep. Her eyes met Idiot's eyes for a second and she resisted the urge to scowl but the look in her eyes was not one of love not care. She hoped he knew how much she dislike being here, and would send her home. That's when she caught sight of the black sheep's hair. It had to be him who was at the corner. A small smirk graced her lips as she watched him, not really paying attention to what the king had to say. Because seriously, who didn't know the king's name. You have to either be a complete dumb ass, have amnesia, or be in a coma."Don't worry Lucas I won't tear into you tonight. I mean you have to have some way to keep the ladies entertained. Though, I know that title and crown of your's will do all the talking,"Damien replied, without turning to look at him as he followed after him. He knew it was cruel to throw it in his brothers face that the only reason these girls were interested in him was the fact that he was the crown prince. But it didn't matter because it was completely true and it was his brothers problem not his. He followed his mother, knowing it was purposely so to keep both him and his brother away from each other and in turn not cause any damage. He saw the girl again, the one who almost spotted him, smirking. Damn she was fine, and the one next to her was cute. He winked at them, but cursed his luck that they were on the other side of the table, away from him but near his brother. "Hey beautifuls,"He drawled out with a wink, effectively ignoring his father and taking his seat. The girls giggled, but he knew what was going on through their head. He was their plan B, in case they weren't chosen to be queen. Jokes on them, he doesn't do commitment. Especially not with bobble heads. And he was certainly no plan B when it concerned his brother. His brother was a boring prick and it would be insult that they would settle on him instead of wanting him.
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A plate was severed in front of everyone, platters set in the isle of the table. Renee nearly jumped backward at how well served it look. It was so fresh she could practically feel the warmth radiate off the meat and the bread. It must be just terrible that she was thinking so ravionishly about food a the moment but the prince wasn't something she wanted to swoon over at the moment. If she could help the good looks of both the Elladean boys then she would be most lucky - so food was her main entertainment for the time being. Suddenly her thin belly felt so hallow it was ridiculous and she cleared her throat, looking sideways at Ruth with flickering eyes. He's said to mingle but the hall was vaguely silent for the next few moments before a few of the girls a ways down began speaking in low voices. It must be obvious that they were dreaming of the prince less than that of other things though even if their words were difficult to make out. Finally though other voices popped in. There was an eerie silence between the royal family though, something she couldn't put her finger on. "You said you're a five." The girl said quietly to the other next to her. "...Do you play all kinds of instruments or one specifically?"
Damien scoffed as he heard his brother talk. Idiot, he might be the one that won't have a wife but at least he knew who he was. He was the rebellious one while his brother had some serious issues. Like seriously, who did he think he was? He was one thing at one moment and then someone else entirely the next. "I think you're putting these girls rather at unease,"He stated loudly after a couple of minutes of quiet. Don't worry girls, he likes them loud,"He winked and not a few seconds later the chattering began. He couldn't help but pat himself in the back for his job well done. If it had been left to his brother it would still be quiet and that in itself would be awkward. So he contented himself by doing what he loves most, irritating his brother. He whispered amusing things into the ladies ears, things that his brother hated but he told them liked. Let's see which one of these would be the first to irritate Lucas. Oh how he lived for this. Maybe if he didn't have something shoved up his ass for his life then he wouldn't be so hard on him. But he was, maybe it was resentment, who knew? But he really did find that annoying his brother is what he liked most. Or maybe it was the fact that they were brother, younger ones always annoyed the older ones. Because he did love Lucas, but he would never admit to that. Not until he could admit to himself anyways.Ruth was annoyed that the prince sat exactly where he wasn't supposed to; meaning next to her, since she was at the end of the table where he wasn't supposed to be. "Great, our plan didn't work at as great as we thought. Stupid nobles, can't do anything right,"She grumbled. "He was supposed to sit on the other side,"She told Renee, grumpily until she saw the way the girl was looking at the food and resisted the urge to laugh. "Renee, my friend, I think we found the only good looking thing here,"She laughed as she started to eat. That was, until, some girl asked her a question and she resisted the urge to sigh. At least she wasn't being snarky about it. Her dark green eyes flickered over to the girl. Funny thing, everyone thought her eyes were almost black unless they were up close where they saw that it was dark green. "Yes I play most instruments but I tend to sin and play the piano and violin the most,"She answered her and raised an eyebrow. Why was the girl being so quiet? Cat got her tongue or something She returned back to eating,"So you have any siblings?" She asked Renee. She herself had four brothers and a sister. Her brothers and her often butted heads but you have to love them, all the girls back home swooned for them.
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Lucas looked past the dark eyed girl at his side an darkly down the table at his brother. His eyes smoldered slightly but he found himself looking away to his father as if telling him silently just how right his suggestions of disinviting the young prince was. Whether Damien was simply trying to irritate him more so in front of the pretty women or because he was showing off he didn't care, Lucas was less and less caring of his brothers actions day by day, hour by hour even, and with his only chance to try and like a girl came round Damien would surely try to ruin it for him. Could the boy not see anything?! Sucking his anger back into his skull and letting it spoil further the prince turned his face as the length of the table, lips easily out of their pressed figure. If any of the girls noticed he hoped they wouldn't realize that his brother got to him. That and he hoped they didn't realize that Damien was quiet a catch. Or that any of them were attracted to danger. Because getting involved with his brother in itself was bad, but with the whole selection oath thing it was ten times worse. Void of sympathy towards the pathetic being across the way he cleared his throat and found his ears picking up bites and pieces of the two girls conversing at his side, looking ready not to speak to him nor his father. Now his curiosity was growing deeper.
Renee took a tentative bite out of her food. Oh my god this was like the garden of Eden shoved into your mouth. It seemed rash and it seemed ridiculous to think such things, but seeing as she was the only six - and Ruth was the only five - they probably would never have a meal like this after the palace again. She could onto presume that neither would be chosen, not because Ruth didn't look the part - goodness she was gorgeous that one - but because she didn't want to be here. As far as Renee could tell the girl was determined to make the prince send her away. She herself hoped to see her family again soon. Swallowing down her bites of food and sip of drink to help her out Renee bobbled her head in response. Dropping her hands down into her lap, the satin pressing softly against her pale skin, she answered with a yes. "I have two brothers. We used to have a sister too, but the streets are harsh, she was degraded." The girl admitted. Life outside this place as more than harsh actually, everyone below a three knew it too, though the fours didn't seem to care as much. But lets say five, six, seven, and finally eight knew about every horrid thing out there.
