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A couple days after his little...moment with Oili, Spencer was on the staircases with another female. He had picked her up somewhere in town, clearly bored and hoping for entertainment. She seemed like an easy catch so he had managed to taken her up towards his castle and was proceeding to take her up to his bed. But than the girl stopped and forced him against a wall. A painting was only a couple inches away from Spencer's head, as she pushed herself forward onto him. He had felt the press of her lips against his, and he closed his eyes and felt a sigh building up inside of him. Everything was just boring now, especially girls. They all were too easy and he was getting a bit upset by that. The girl just continued to push herself more and more onto him, and as annoyed and bored as Spencer was getting he didn't really stop her.

Oili had kind of hoped she bump into Spencer sometime. Their little meetings and conversations were something she looked forward too. She would never admit that to him of course. He had too big of a head! She laughed quietly to herself and lifted the hem o her dress as she climbed the stairs. Halfway up though she was presented with a very... Disturbing view. There was a bit of a pain that formed within her chest as she watched Spencer kiss an unknown girl. She froze in her tracks and watched... Frozen in place. In a shock she dropped the books she had in her hand and they clattered to the ground.

At the sound of books clattering the girl abruptly broke off the kiss and turned around. She sneered a bit and said in an obnoxiously loud voice "Who's the peasant girl?" Spencer arched his neck to see who she was talking about and saw Oili. With a what was it? Pained look? He wasn't completely sure but she didn't look happy. So he got himself off the wall and turned towards the girl. "Hey. Why don't you go upstairs? Let me handle her and I'll be right there." he told her softly. The girl took a glance at Oili, smirked and bounced off up the stairs. "Sure but don't waste too much time with...them." she added in before disappearing. Spencer watched her go and started to walk towards Oili.

Oili quickly bent down and picked up the books. That hurt. She scrabbled. She needed to get away. God. Deal with her... What a jerk. She stood. "Sorry, it seems I have... Interrupted your business. I shall leave.. Your highness." She whispered and turned away from him after she curtsied.

Spencer reached her and held her shoulder. "No. You - I thought we agreed to this - you aren't allowed to be like that." he said forcing her to turn around. He looked at her with a stern look that if she dared to do the opposite of his orders he'd punish her. The same look, so many people had told him resembled his father. The stern look, the thin line formed by his mouth, the left eyebrow arching slightly. It wasn't picture perfect to his father but close enough that people could see a resemblance.

Oili didn't say anything. She narrowed her eyes right back at him. "I am not your property." She said finally. Though her voice was lowered. She clenched the books tightly to her chest, her jaw tightened as she looked up at him. She was a step below him so she was a lot shorter. Though in all honesty she wanted to slap him. But she knew she couldn't.

"Mmm but you are a servant here. Meaning you do have to listen. And I do believe I said to always say what was on your mind and do what you wanted." he said looking down at her. Spencer waited for her to say something. Do something. Tell him how arrogant and conceited he was, and how much of a player he was. Or how disgusting he was hitting on every cute girl. Something that would show the old Oili that he'd grown fond of.

Oili rolled her eyes and jerked her shoulder out of his grip. "Just go on. You have a guest. As you have said I'm a servant. Nothing more. Though neither are you. You are a pig like your father!" She spat and took a step back. Her hands trembling with... Anger? Pain? Both? Either way right now she completely hated him! "Playing around... You are disgusting in everyday and I can't believe I thought for a second you could be different. God." She turned her back to him.

[i love this rp!!!]

[Shoot sorry. I didn't see the notif. Also I have a bunch of tests coming up so if I take a hibernation for a couple of days....sorry.]

Spencer sighed. Right now he didn't have enough energy to argue against this fiery girl. And he didn't really have an argument against her. He was disgusting - he knew that. And there was no way Spencer could convince her that he was different if he wasn't. Spencer sighed and glanced back up towards the stairs. "Be it than. I need to leave - I'll speak to you later." he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Spencer than turned around and began walking up the stairs towards his room.

[no worries]

Oili watched him and once he was out of sight she collapsed to her knees and felt a couple of years escaping her eyes. God. So stupid. She pulled herself together and stood walking down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Because nothing had happened. She was nothing more then a servant. She nodded holding her head high and began to walk off.

((*not stalking either*))

((not stalking at all- why would you even think such a thing!))

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((Yeah, of course XD))

((Aww thanks guys. SO much love right now. xD))

So Spencer was I guess making out with that other girl and totally not feeling guilty about it. Because why would he? He had no romantic feelings for Oili and it was as simple as that. Now Trisscar will proceed to leave and freak out over homework.



[Yeah that was my ending post. Sorry. I'll do better next time]

{{No worries. Just message me when you want to Roleplay the two next time. :D}}

The day seemed to fade into the dust. A young queen was being followed by her own shadow, and every minute or so she would peek at it with a smile. A half full cup of tea was perched in between the fingers of her right hand. She pushed back her brown hair in order to keep it from obscuring her vision. With a heavy sigh she pranced along the red carpeted pathway and lazily halted by the wood carved, grand, staircase. She asked herself if she wanted to go for a snack in the sitting room or rest in her bedroom. I'll do both, she decided. But then the question came again, what to do first.

Queen Jameela's unnecessarily high heels clicked on the hard stone floor as she walked up. She was vaguely thinking of retiring to her private library, or her chambers for the day. She might come out at dinner, or perhaps she wouldn't. Alp had said he would be there. Perhaps she should give him a taste of his own medicine and not show herself.

As Chanel decided she'd take her nap first she spotted her brother's lovely wife. She hadn't seen her lately and craved to talk to her. She had to tell Jameela about her trip. Actually, brought all the way form Asya, she had a book to give her. It was just a silly fantasy that she thought she'd enjoy immensely. Also some handmade jewelry made by citizens of Asya was stored in a wrapped box for her as well. She had no children and her husband was away so she felt rather alone. Maybe Queen Jameela would understand. She was the Queen of Asya and Jameela was the Queen of Krasa. They had much in common. Both husbands weren't seen much and were always busy with work. She hoped Jameela could talk to her.

"Oh, Queen Jameela," she said smiling and putting her hands at her side. "How lovely to be in your presence! Dear, how have you been? Being a Queen can get awfully stressful."

She raised an eyebrow, examining the face. Who was this? "Ah! Chanel! Wonderful to see you again." Or at least she thought it was Chanel. It was something that started with a c and ended with an l...

"Great to see you as well!" Chanel exclaimed as she glanced at her Sister-In-Law. "I've been looking forward to this visit because I could spend so much time with you! My husband has been away for some time and what better company than someone that understands how it is like to be Queen. Of course you have a different level of stress. "

She went up one step of the staircase and sighed. "Has my brother been behaving? I haven't seen him yet this trip," she asked.

She nodded. "Oh, of course, of course." She paused, listening to the other Queen rattle on. "Ah. The fact that you haven't seen him yet isn't a surprise to me, rather unfortunately," she replied more than a tinge of bitterness in her voice.

"If you don't mind me asking, why might that be? My brother always seemed rather-"boring"- maybe a little shy, but he always made time for his dear family. Especially if they travel such a long way. Forget about that, dear," Chanel began. "Have the princesses been behaving? How are the princes? Is..um, the one in the wheel chair doing better? So many nephews and nieces it is hard to keep track of names. Between my husband and my brothers side it is awfully confusing!"

She smiled with utter, visible, glee. She heard of Jameela ordering some maids to be..well, deceased. Chanel didn't worry though. Brother Alp wouldn't let her get hurt. Though slight fear tingled in her vain she pushed it out, and blossomed with joy.

"Ah. I've actually only seen Camellia today, come to think about it..." She was mildly perturbed, but returned her attention to the conversation quickly. "Ah..." She scrambled for the name in her head. The heir... The oldest... It would come to her later. "I haven't spoken to him recently, but I'm certain he's doing fine..."