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Camellia's room is gigantic. First thing when you walk threw the double set of golden doors with her name carved into them are full length windows bringing in natural light. There is ecru wallpaper with flower design in the bedroom. The high vaulted ceilings have carvings made by hands. It is painted pink, gold, and white to accent the room. There is a four-poster bed that is white and has privacy curtains that match the exact color of her ceiling. Her bedding is white and fluffy with her initials CBK in them. She has long plush pillows that are pink and gold. To the left is a double set of doors leading to a balcony. It has marble flooring and a little table with matching chairs that are gray-white. There are thick railings that keep her from falling into the dreamy gardens below. Back inside is a single door that leads to another large open space. That is where Cam studies. It is private and books are in neat piles around the room. Her desk is in the middle and is white painted wood with golden designs. Her closet is across from her bed. It is larger than anyone else, besides the queen, and fits thousands of gowns along with heels and nightgowns. Then across the room when you step into her bathroom you are taken away. A bathtub sits in the center of the room. There are sinks on either side. In its own room is a large shower. It has the same wallpaper as her bedroom and similar flooring to the balcony.

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Maid:
-Aimee Lena Brynne (Laid-In-Waiting)
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After getting in an uproar with a dear cousin Camellia needed a break. She let guards open up the double set of golden doors into her private suite. The sun was still high and she had her maids open them up so natural sunlight would spread around the room. Her lady-in-waiting dried her tears with a towel but asked no questions. She let them get her a new evening gown. It was long and a royal purple. Her anger toned down after a hot bath and some cooling ice tea. After requesting for her mothers presences she went into her private office and brought out two binders along with three english books. Then she plopped down on a white couch.

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Queen Jameela Dorthy Bernice Lucetta Krãsa was perturbed as she walked down the third floor corridor, garbed in a gown of a deep shade of blue with golden accents. It was fairly simple, for her tastes, but she'd been hoping it might catch her husband's eye. It would seem she'd been wrong. He hadn't even bothered to show for the previous meal, and she'd just now seen a young serving girl, a pretty thing, entering her husband's study with a tray of food! Clearly a ruse. She supposed she'd have to have the girl executed. Perhaps if she sent guards now, she could even catch the two of them in the act...

Of course this sort of thing happened far too often. Perhaps she ought to just accept the fact that her husband simply didn't love her anymore... She sighed rather dramatically. She'd been about to go call the guards when a rather nervous one had approached, stating that her daughter Camellia wished to see her in her chambers. Camellia. Whatever had she been thinking when she'd thought up that name? Perhaps that it was pretty, and it was, she supposed, but it was also a mouthful and simply impossible to remember.

So it was with these perturbed thoughts that she flung open the doors to her daughter's chambers.

Cam sat on her bed, book in hand, taking notes in her binder. It was the weekend but she had homework for English and Math to complete before the Private Tutoring school started up again in a day. She was far more advanced than regular teenagers her age. At the sound of the door being flung open she was rather startled. So she lifted her head out of her book and peaked at her mother. Unlike many, she wasn't afraid of her mother and her huge red hair. She got up and french kissed her mother with respect.
"Dear Mother, how grand it is to see you! I had a maid bring some ice tea. If you'd like hot that can happen." She began. One of the maids ran out of the room, on the hunt for hot tea. "Did you hear about Adira?"

She blinked at her daughter. Adira. Adira. Adira. No, not one of her daughters... A servant? It couldn't be. Her daughter wouldn't be speaking of a servant. A... Niece? "Ah! Seraphina's daughter!" She clapped her hands once, quickly, rather pleased with herself for remembering. "What about her, darling?"

"She has arrived here at the castle. Only two hours ago, Mother. We then talked about our love life and did you know her father isn't choosing her husband? What would I do if my father wasn't going to decide that for me? With the freedom she dated a stable-boy. It blows me away that my uncle would let her date-date-date a Poor." Cam said, sweetly. "What do you think about that, dear Mother?" Before Cam could stop herself she added onto the conversation." Oh, we had a spill on the carpet and some maids are cleaning it up." Rushing on she added. "Do you think father could come out for dinner tonight? Or maybe trot on the horses with me, or us, afterwards?"

She watched her mother carefully, hoping she'd agree with what she thought.

"Hmmm? She's here? At the palace? I was never informed. Those ministers are going to have an unpleasant evening tonight, I'd imagine." She paused, listening to her daughter's tale. "Humph. And here I thought Seraphina had married a man with some sense. It would seem she's married a fool. Not choosing his daughter's husband! Well. I suppose we won't have to worry about plots against the crown from that side of the family! Dim-witted, the lot of them!

She paused at Camellia's ending question. "Well, I'm sure your father might. Send a messenger to ask him. Perhaps he'll say yes to you."

"Mother, I completely agree." Cam said kindly as she turned to a maid. "Get the messenger here as soon as possible."
Her words were hopeful as she looked at her mother.

She then ordered for paper and either a pencil or some ink. Thick creamy white paper and a quill with ink was delivered in a minute. She wrote the following down quickly:

Dear Father,

I haven't been able to enjoy your company for some time now and I'd like to cease that happening. Mother and I would be pleased if you'd join us at dinner tonight. If I am correct, the cooks are whipping up your favorite meal. Also we thought a trot on our horses would be pleasant. Hopefully you have your riding clothes ironed! Anyway, I know you've been caught up in work but I hope you can make some time for your family that craves your attention.

Love,

Camellia Brook Krãsa

By the time she was done writing the letter in beautiful clean cursive the messenger had arrived. The messenger took the letter after she handed it to him and rolled it up neatly. Then he tied it in a red bow with the crest stamp on it.

"Well, that is out of the way. Speaking of my cousin. She and I already got in a slight fight. I was speaking my opinion and she took it wrongly. Wise Mother what shall I do to fix what I've shamefully done. Is it my fault, dear Mother? Please tell the full truth?" She added.

"Hm?" She asked, shocked out of her daydreaming that she had lapsed into while Cam had been writing the letter. "You needn't apologize, if that's what you mean. She ought to apologize to you. Your rank is higher, after all, and your word is law."

"Mother, that is one of the many reasons why I love you so dearly. You always give me the advice I need to get me through the day. I guess you are right, my words are kind of law. My rank is higher, but does that mean I'm better?" Cam gracefully said.

Sometimes she was a fool and only had her parents to run to for help. She looked down at her hands and sighed.

"I hope Adira understands what she is doing wrong, and that my words were wisdom and law. That they must be obeyed and not questioned. Is that correct, my Mother?" She humbly asked.

"Yes, I certainly hope she deigns to see sense. You are a royal, after all."

"Yes, I guess so." Camellia commented, not sure how she felt. Her mouth was telling that she agreed but inside she didn't know. Was she better than everyone else? She must've been. Mother spoke words of kindness and wisdom in her eyes and whatever she said must have been completely true.

"I do hope Father will make it to dinner tonight. If not a maid will have to deliver his food to his office again. I've been meaning to ask you something, Mother." Camellia began. "Would you be so kind to grant me the allowance of doing so?"

"Yes, I quite hope he will, myself," she replied with an edge in her voice. Her mood was going rather sour. "Speak then. And hurry with it. I don't have all day."

"Mother, why so glum? Anyway, my question is how has the issue with Father being busy with work affected you?" Camellia asked sincerely. "I hate to see you so, so stressed. You deserve relaxation after all your hard days of work, with Father by your side to make you laugh and smile."

Looking out the window of her garden she watched as a gardener worked hard, cutting the hedges to perfection and weeding with care.

"Your father being busy gas not affected me in the slightest. camellia. Please,mod not be so presumptuous next time."

Feeling slightly upset on her mother's comment Camellia stood up.
"I believe I must go write a letter to a dear friend, I'll see you at dinner then, Mother." She said.

Then she disappeared into her study and sat down at on her desk chair. She did have to write to a dear friend, but not right that minute. Instead she opened the book about Cinderella again. In a half an hour she finished it and stood up from her place. Walking over to her bookshelf to grab a binder for Algebra, she decided a letter to Adira needed to be written. Not just any letter, and apology.

After finishing it the messenger was sent to carry it to Adira's room.

The Queen left, rather put out with her daughter. She had not excused her, yet she left the room! Humph. Perhaps she would apologize at dinner. She would give her that chance, at least.

Light streaming in, lounging on a beautiful bed, drinking tea silently awaiting for a knock at her door. After having a maid arrive with several new dresses for dinner that night Camellia changed into a different, more comfortable gown. It was certainly cold outside and a dress that went past her ankles was needed. Another forgotten diary in the library, that must have belonged to an ancestor, was dropped off by her maid. She had requested another interesting fairy tale, but the diary was far more fascinating than any book she ever read. Stories of a king and his family had been recorded by a royal with an unknown position. Camellia wasn't sure if it was a princess or prince, or the queen or the king. She suspected it was written by a princess though, due to the style of writing and the stories told.

Sef stood outside Cam's door, holding a tray with the wedding soup she'd asked for. He really had no clue what wedding soup was, or why it was called wedding soup. Maybe people had it at weddings? That didn't really explain why she'd want it, now, though. He raised a hand, careful to keep the tray balanced in the other, and knocked on the door, automatically doing the five knocks all children seemed to do. He thought he'd outgrown it, yet he still found himself waiting for the response of two knocks, before remembering it was the princess on the other side of the door. She probably wouldn't even know the tune, and she certainly wouldn't reply.

Camellia, who was expecting her maid to come and set her late snack on the table next to her bed, picked up a brush and began to get out the knots while answering to the knocks.

" It is open, Aimee," she said, using her maids name instead of who was actually on the opposite side of the door.

She sat brushing her hair waiting for her maids to walk into her room holding several more gowns for breakfast the next morning and chatting away about which gown she would recommend.

He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she hadn't returned the two knocks, though he hadn't really expected her to. He paused at the sound of her calling out for 'Aimee' to enter. "Er, it's guard Sefton, Your Highness. I brought the... Wedding soup you asked for? From the kitchens?"

" A guard bringing soup to me? How come Aimee didn't fetch it. I'll ring the bell for her at once," Camellia said as she picked up a bell and rung it. " I'm grateful that you brought this to me. I bet you have many shifts to worry about. Did my personal guard standing outside my door let you in? I'm surprised he didn't do it himself. Probably fell asleep or sneaked away on the job. Oh well, at least I have someone to bring me food!"

He hesitated, confused, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Erm, you asked me to bring it, Your Highness. The wedding soup? About an hour ago? In the kitchens?" Had she really forgotten already? He'd waited forever for the soup to be finished so he could bring it to her...

"Correcting the princess I see? How improper," Camellia said seriously. Then a smile formed on her face and she rose from her bed.

Walking towards Sefton she looked him in the eye.

" I'm just kidding, Seft- Guard Sefton," Camellia said. "I've been wanting to ask you a question. If you would not mind could I ask you now?"

He blinked. She'd been joking? He had thought she'd been acting strange, and it certainly wasn't like her to forget she'd asked someone to do something. He smiled back a little nervously. "Er, I'm sorry, Your Highness?" he asked, unsure what he was supposed to say in reply to that.

And now she was walking toward him. And looking him in the eye. He quickly averted his eyes just a little to the side of her head, not wanting to be improper or anything like that.

"You were kidding?" He asked. "I, er, I thought you were acting a bit strange." She's almost used his name. And stopped. Added the title. She'd remembered his name... This had to be the first time. And she'd pronounced it properly, this time... "You can ask whatever you like, Your Highness. You know that."

"It gets awfully bored around here, you know with no friends except my blood relatives. I mean, I know you a little bit, and I was wondering if it wouldn't be odd or make you feel uncomfortable if you wanted to be, something along the lines of a friend. You have your duties and I have mine, but maybe at the stables and the pond we could see each other. I mean, as friends." Camellia asked stumbling slightly.

"Your... Friend, Your Highness?" He asked, a little shocked as he turned back to face her. He swallowed, blinking. She wanted him to be her friend. The Princess wanted him to be her friend.

He bowed quickly. "It would be an honour to be your friend, Your Highness."

"Friends don't say Your Highness. You call me Camellia when we are alone and I call you Sefton." Camellia suggested. " First I need to ask you a few questions. You already know a lot about me, doesn't everyone? I'll ask three. Where were you born? How old are you? And are you in a relationship with someone?"

(( I have to go. Be back in about half an hour! ))

"Of course, erm, Princess Camellia." He paused for a moment. "I was born in a town just a bit away from here. I'm eighteen. And no."

Smiling, Princess Camellia allowed herself to laugh.

" Be sure to fetch my maid when you find the time, but preferably before dinner arrives. Well, you are excused," ordered Camellia in a fine tone as she turned to the door leading to her overly large closet.

A happy feeling of making another friend tingled through out her body. She knew he would never be able to be her real friend, since it was not proper, but they could be acquaintances. She couldn't be friends or marry a guard. But she was getting an arranged marriage, and her husband was being chosen by her father. Camellia wasn't sure she wanted that, but she knew that the man the King chose for her would be perfect. It made her slightly nervous that he ended up picking Mother to be his Queen, but maybe he'd do better for her.

"I thought friends didn't order friends around, Princess Camellia," he decided to risk a tease as he began to exit the room.

"Well I guess they do in our world," Camellia answered as she peeked out of the closet door before shutting it completely.

She had left a book in their while she was picking out a pair of shoes that previous evening. Though she was reading many she couldn't wait any longer to get her hands on that story again. Afterwards she planned on sending a letter to a friend that she hadn't seen in a dreadfully long time. She then went off to meet the Queen and ask her about something important.

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He bowed to the closet door, and exited the room quickly.

((What now?))

(( Er... well...I don't know... ))

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