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Spencer wandered down the hall aimlessly bored out of his skull. Everything was the same as always. Golden chandeliers hanging through the long hall, while painted flowers stuck upon the ceilings. There were windows every ten seconds with long golden columns in between them. Honestly everything was so drab and boring here at the castle. Spencer sighed and stared out the window hoping to be entertained by nature. Nature was supposedly beautiful and inspirational, so how was it that it made him want to sleep?
After a couple moments of standing he turned around and leaned his head against one of the columns. A couple servants passed by and smiled politely or bowed towards him, and in return he nodded his head to acknowledged their presence. But other than that nothing interesting was going on. He sighed and wondered if perhaps he should go out to town, and flirt with some girls before his date. Girls were an easy way to kill time. But than from the corner of his eye he spotted a servant he hadn't seen much of. Ladies maid wasn't she? Serving his sisters? Poor girl - no one should have to do that. But she did seem cute, and a nice way to kill some time.

The usual work. Tightening up some stitches, fetching some water. How glorious. With a small sigh she curtsied and headed out of the room. She had a busy day ahead of her. She had to first go and check her little sister, hopefully she didn't over run the water today. Worry ran through her and it was noticed by the crease in her forehead. After gently closing the door she turned and made her way across the corridor. Yes she did notice the Prince. It was hard not to. But to be completely honest she was tired of Bowing and being polite. All her giddy and inappropriate responses were filled up and she was like a pot of boiling water the temperature on hot.

As Oili gracefully walked out of Miss Scarlett's room she held her chin high and stood straight. Completely ignoring the Prince. She had caught him multiple times with the woman around here, kissing and flirting. In some cases it was rather... What was the word to use... Arrogant? Annoying? Well anyway she walked right past him. Wait... Was he looking at her!? She quickly threw her panic away. She sincerely didn't want him to come talk to her. She was busy.

Oili wore a lovely gown. Compared to the princesses and queens it was nothing though. She wore her hair half up, the top tied together in the back but the rest flowed down, curling as it did. The dark brown hair was soft and delicate. Her brown eyes stayed forward as she past the Prince. Her hips swaying, which Oili instantly regretted.

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(Ohmygosh I'm so sorry. Give me like ten minuet to post something to get rid of my notifs. and I'll reply something)

Spencer at first didn't say anything. He usually didn't have to, girls just came up to him, and began talking. The bolder ones flirted, but the more shy ones seemed to just turn the conversation into the land of nowhere. But they all ended the same way of him leaving them. After a couple moments of simple taking in her appearance he realized she wouldn't start the conversation. Fine, he would. Stepping away from the pillar he walked towards her in all of his sexiness arrogance.

"Hullo there" Spencer said reaching her. He began walking alongside of her, as he didn't want her to get in trouble. No, if she got in trouble he couldn't have fun with her next time. "Whats your name enchantress" he added in waiting for her to start blushing or giggling. Or some other stupid thing that girls did. Like turn away and stare out the window pretending not to have heard him, until he repeated himself later on. But sooner or later she'd have to say something or the other. She couldn't ignore him, he was a prince and besides which he had the feeling she wasn't the type to shut up. Something about her appearance just gave off a feeling that she'd argue with you until you died. And even still, she'd argue with your dead body if she thought she was right about her arguments. But it did interest Spencer. Not many girls had that kind of personality - that being if she actually was the kind he thought her to be.

Oili kept her face forward but she continued to walk, as he spoke her jaw twitched and she felt her hands tighten. Keeping her pace she only turned her face slightly in recognition. She didn't want to get in any trouble for ignoring the Prince. Yes, she knew who he was. Who didn't? He was extremely breathing taking and made a girls heart beat out of her mouth! Yet, she knew how to control herself. "I'm sorry sir. You must have the wrong miss. I am only a Ladies Maid." She gave her head a slightly nod and began to walk slightly faster.

She couldn't believe it. The Prince recognized her. How frustrating! She had things to do. She watched how he played with people. Know he was going to keep her down! Following her.. Bugging her...? Gosh hopefully that didn't happen. As Oili continued to walk her dark brown curly hair slightly bounced as well as some other features. Her chin held high trying to avoid his attention.

Spencer smiled. So at least they had a dialogue going on even if she was going to be polite about the whole thing. "Mmmm no. Ladies Maid perhaps. But status doesn't stop beauty does it? For instance if I was a village boy would you think any less of me?" he asked her. "Anyways you still have yet to answer my question. Whats your name? I should at least know the people who work for my family shouldn't I?"

Spencer glanced at her taking her in completely. She wasn't bad or anything. Certainly not strikingly gorgeous like some of the other girls he'd seen before, but she wasn't ugly. And she seemed like a fun way to kill time. But than taking a second look, he realized she seemed to be...avoiding his gaze. Why? He didn't have anything in his teeth or on his face did he?

Oili held her chin high. She needed to check in on her sister. With a sigh she found her feet stopping and she crossed her arms and faced him. "Maybe I don't want you to know my name," she couldn't stop the words from slipping from her mouth. Once they did she took a step back quickly expecting the worse. She looked down before glancing up noticing that he hadn't made such motivations in hitting her. She swallowed and a small smirk crawled across her lips as she hid her dismay. "Would you have a problem with that sir?" Her eyebrow lifted only slightly as she finally gazed up meeting his eyes.

Spencer arched an eyebrow and a soft chuckle escaped his throat. A girl who...didn't want him? Interesting plot twist to a story that had been told a thousand times. "Oh? And why wouldn't you want to give me your name? Are you some runaway? Because you not telling me only leads me to that conclusion and by doing so I must tell the guards so that way I keep my people safe." he said mockingly. He didn't really care that much for his people. That was his fathers job. But he did like the girls. Spencer saw a small smirk upon her face which just increasingly grew his smile wider. "Well of course I would. I mean, if you said that you only cared because of my status than that would sound arrogant and conceited. And careful there. Arrogance is my territory and I have yet to give you permission for using it." he winked.

Unknowingly Oili's hands and arms came up and crossed underneath her breasts. It took her a second for her to realize he was joking. With a fake, hard and forced laugh she rolled her brown eyes. "I think you have just given yourself an answer sir. You simply are arrogant, and might I add with all seriousness?" She hesitated before the word slipped. "Annoying." She gave a slight nod and continued to search his eyes. She had to admit though, he had beautiful eyes. With a deep breath she waited, she didn't know what to expect from him because really?.... She didn't know him at all. This little game they were doing? It was kind of fun. She had to admit.

Spencer grinned. He liked how this was turning out, a girl arguing and fighting back. No a ladies maid fighting back against him. A lot of the times he wished people would be more like that, but than he got over it when a girl asked him out or something. "Arrogant and annoying? Hm, well how did you come to that conclusion so quickly? If I recall correctly you said that you don't even know me. So how is it that you have determined it?" he asked. "Not saying if you're right or wrong -- just curious." he added in before she got scared that he was going to call the guards or something. Spencer walked a bit forward until he could make a small u-turn so that way he was in front of the girl. He walked backwards and looked down at her catching her gaze. She seemed to be...enjoying it? Or was that a facade as well? He wasn't quite sure about her emotions but he did like how she didn't stop arguing.

Oili smirked and peeked up at him with a small grin. He was playing around and she was playing along. "Well, can you prove me wrong?" She raised in eyebrow her eyes now full on with his, though he was a bit taller. She searched his eyes. Did she pass any lines? She sincerely wouldn't want that. Not with her sister and all... Oh god! She needed to check on her! She bit her lip in thought but shook the thought away, awaiting his answer

Spencer laughed happily. "Oh I probably can't. But perhaps I could call some girls and you two could get into a fight over me. I'd love to see that." Spencer grinned, his teeth gleaming clearly with the sunlight bouncing off of his face. But than he saw a moment of concern on her face. Or perhaps it was anxiety. "Where do you need to go?" he asked her thinking it probably had something to do with her job.

Suddenly her face became blank. No emotion what so ever. "I am truly not sorry to inform that I am not interested with wanting.. You." She rolled her eyes and stepped beside him quickening her pace. "I have things to do is all." She informed him. Gosh would he just stop following her..

"Ooo low blow." he said teasingly. "Someone not wanting me? You're killing me here you know that?" he asked her grinning. Than looking over her expression once more, he saw that she had turned completely blank. Strange girl this person. "Things to do hm? So that would imply that you are concerned about your work, which means that you may care too much for it. And by caring too much for your work, you wouldn't stop to enjoy life. So a person who does enjoy life verses someone who doesn't -- whos the true nuisance than?" Spencer asked taking in a deep breath after his long paragraph. Than after a second he shook his head. "Never mind it would still be me wouldn't it?"

"Indeed it would because in a sense all you do is play games. Isn't that true?" She stopped walking looking at him. She forced herself to not laugh. To not giggle. She just felt like laughing, but instead a smirk settled on her lips. She would win any arguments. She stepped forward standing directly infront of him. "You can't win games with me." She whispered.

Spencer raised an eyebrow and stopped walking as well. So was that was this was all about? His reputation with females? "It could be. But than again it couldn't be. It depends on if you believe rumors or not. And you don't seem to be the kind of girl who just goes with everyone else." he replied. He leaned down and whispered seductively into her ear "Besides do you not like games?" Spencer straightened himself and leaned against the wall. An arrogant, cocky smile was written over his face - with his left eyebrow cocked, a smirk on his face and his eyes dancing with arrogance.

She laughed rolling her eyes in the process. "First of all I don't listen I see. I've been here for quite some time sir. I'm sure you haven't noticed, but... You seem very... Attracted to any female kind." She smirked and stepped up and leaned in close, up on her tip toes. Her breath against his lips. But then she pulled back not even kidding him, and began to walk off. "Of course I love games." She called and curtsied before walking off again. A smirk on her lips.

Laughing Spencer shook his head slightly. "Mmm perhaps so." he replied. "But didn't you ever think it could be because tragically I have yet to find the one I truly love and all that?" he asked her rolling his eyes slightly at the idea. True love was stupid -- his own parents proved that. But as she came closer, Spencer got a bit giddy and excited. A girl making the first move for any physical contact? That was new. But than she pulled away at the last second and began walking away. Turning around he watched her go away and bit the inside of his lip a bit. Interesting little conversation he had. And he wanted it again - or rather he wanted to see that girls point of view again. Than all of a sudden, Spencer realized he still had yet to know her name. Calling after her he replied "Well you know where to fine me..." he paused watching her wavy brown hair. "Brownie." and with that being said he walked back to his room with a grin plastered on his face.

[Lol where are we going with these two?]

{haha^.^, I have no idea. Want them to meet up again in the garden?}}

[Lawl either way these two are...fun Sure. Could you post first?]

{{sure can and I know!!! Spencer makes me laugh>.

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[Thanks, lemme get there in a sec. And lawl I'm glad. I have no idea what I'm doing with him.]

Emilia stood guard at one of the many doors down one of the many corridors on the main floor. Her legs were stiff from standing, but it was her job to stand here. She craned her neck to see the ornate clock across the room, and decided she had approximately ten minutes until she could go on her break. She didn't mind the guard work. It was better than some of the the other jobs, and at least there wasn't often much trouble in this hallway. And se could usually avoid socialization by stating that she was on duty, and therefore couldn't talk at the moment.

She was wearing the typical guards uniform, and her hair was cropped short under her helmet. To all who passed, she was simply guard Dean Layton, a first year guard in the palace. Of course, she was secretly a girl. Not that anyone would know it to looked at her, with her hair cropped short and her her uniform that she had purposefully chosen to be just the slightest bit too big to cover certain anatomical differences.

Prince Spencer was once again wandering bored. The girl he had been hooking up with got tiring so he broke up with her and ever since he had nothing to do. Spencer had yet to run into Oili, so it wasn't like he could work on getting her back. But could he get her back?

No he could. Spencer was certain he could get her back. Of course, she was nothing more than a girl who was his form of amusement. However he had chided himself earlier when realizing how low he'd sunk. Oili was simply a servant and she was his form of amusement. Spencer couldn't sink any lower than that.

After a couple moments of simply walking in silence Spencer crashed into a guard. He hadn't meant to, he'd just been absorbed into his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed anyone else in the halls. Spencer was about to snap at the guard to be more careful, when he was the one at fault but decided against it. He needed a way to kill time, and nothing exciting was happening. Naturally the guard would be bored as well. Spencer could at least kill five minuets by talking to him before walking off again.

Emilia nearly fell over when the young man walked into her, but managed to stay upright by planting her feet into the ground. She was about to scold whoever it was for not paying attention, but stopped herself immediately once the young man (who'd just been a blur as he'd crashed into her)'s features sharpened and she recognized him as Prince Spencer. Her mouth slammed shut quickly. You didn't scold a prince. Especially not Prince Spencer. And the fault was not entirely his in any case, as she should have been paying more attention to her surroundings. She was on duty, after all, and was supposed to be watching. Evidently she'd failed at that. She bowed quickly. "Your Highness," she murmured in the low tone that had become so natural to her.

(Stalking)

[Sorry didn't get the notif. Is GR only glitching for me?]

Prince Spencer straightened himself up and wiped off any wrinkles on his outfit. He looked at the guard once over, unable to make any distinction of him. Ah well, it didn't matter did it. "Hello." he said not bothering with any 'sirs' since he was the prince. And he could do whatever he wanted. "How are you today?" he asked the guard, wanting to make conversation. He needed something to entertain himself with until Oili came around and he could amuse himself with her.

((Hm, doesn't seem to be for me...))

She inclined her head. "I'm quite well, your Highness. And yourself?" Polite and cordial. That was how you were supposed to act when speaking with the Royals. Polite, and cordial. Never mind the fact that he could fire her if it took his fancy, or really do whatever he wanted. Polite and cordial. That was all she was supposed to be. Just a nameless guard in a uniform.

((I'm the world's most innocent stalker))

Princess Charlotte was attempting to walk briskly down the long hallway, as she usually did in the castle, but not on this fine-at-first-glance day. She felt absolutely miserable. There was no intention of going anywhere through this corridor, even though she was walking in it. She hasn't even been outside the castle grounds for at least a week, even though she used to daily. She hasn't gossiped with any of her best friends, or flirted with other guys, even though she always did. She came to a stop, leaning against one of the pillars and breathing heavily. Ink was going to die. Her dog. Her best friend since childhood. The one thing she didn't share with her siblings. There seemed to be no miracle in this story, either.

Queen Jameela walked down the hallway, and every one knew to get out of her way. She was heading for her chambers and she intended to stay there for the rest of the day. Her gaze was ice cold and pierced anyone in her path. She was not in a good mood in the slightest.

Her husband had agreed to come to dinner the previous night, but had he come? No. Of course not. Why would he? He preferred his tower, with his dusty old books, to her, his wife.

Hearing footsteps, Charlotte immediately stood up pin-straight, each bone in her spine in place. In the castle she was always looking professional, whereas outside she acted like just another citizen in Krasa. She put a neutral expression on to replace her previous sad face.

After readying herself in appearance for a single second, she turned around to see who was passing by her in the corridor. It was her mother. The Queen. Even though it was unnecessary, Charlotte plastered a smile on her face. She was very good at lying, best of her siblings, and she's lied a lot, in fact. Faking her emotions is just one element of a fib.