~The Selection Roleplay~ discussion

Amity dropped her bags at the edge of the door. she gasped in awe at the room. It. was. Beautiful. She felt so giidy.
She ran straight for her bed and leaped on it, forgetting to take off her shoes.

After breathy out of air, Amity plopped down.
She should change. There will be a gathering later.

Amity forced herself up and went for her bags.
She definitely should have packed more royal status clothing.
She dragged her bag to the closet and opened it up and- "Holy Hera-" The closet was already packed with clothing.
"Oh my-" She fanned herself with her hand as she sat herself on the floor. "They really are serious- why am I only processing now. . . They really ARE looking for a bride. . ."

Qamar قمر Ramadan semi-hiatus wrote: "(techinically breakfast)"

((Still a gathering!))

Qamar قمر Ramadan semi-hiatus wrote: "( I LOVE ROLEPLAYERS WHO ARE DETAILED!!!!)"

((IM ACTUALLY NEW-ISH BUT TYSM))

Amity steadied her breath. She shouldnt have come, she definitely isnt royal material. She till spills the milk at breakfast, for crying out loud!
There was nothing she could have done to avoid it anyways.
Amity stood and rumbled through the closet. Many were poofy. She disliked those. She went for a more flowy beige colored dress, with lace sleeves.
It will do for now.

Amity slipped it on and walked to the body mirror. She smiled as she ran her fingers down her dress, which stopped right above her knees. Was this appropriate? Did she care? No, not at all actually-
She gave herself a twirl, a giggle escaped as she stumbled. She looked back at the mirror. Would the prince fancy her in this dress? Was she actually thinking about the prince's opinion?!

Amity felt the heat fluster in her cheeks. Absolutely not Amity. That isnt you, nor will You be what the prince needs. Get a grip.
She distracted herself with thinking about the other girls who were called. Would she make friends? Or opponents? She cared not for the fight of the prince. And She meant that. If he did not see her for her, then she cared not to win his heart. She was just glad over all about the free trip as a whole.
She wondered weather she was allowed to explore Outside of the palace, or if it were forbidden

((The story line wouldnt mesh
how about we make a garden and meet there?))

Amity sighed and brushed her dress flat with her hands. She wasnt going to wait to be told what to do.
She frazzled her hair, and walked out her room.
Exploring time

It had only been 3 hours of exploring and all Amity had gotten was lost.
The palace was far to big, far to boring when she was only restricted to the halls.
She waltzed into her room and collapsed on her bed. Her brown hakr blurred her vision as it covered her eyes.
Wasnt there supposed to be some grand introduction? Grand tour? This felt like she'd been sent off to confinement of private school. Which was HORRIBLE if she could add.

Amity sighed. Oh how she wished for a boy who was wild. If she was chosen, which she thought very unlikely, she would be confined to those lonesome halls forever!
Then again- She'd be royalty. Could she make the rules?

Amity wondered if the palace had an olympic sector. Perhaps . . . . Archery?

❛nani❜ — her muse wrote: "Qamar قمر Ramadan semi-hiatus wrote: "( I LOVE ROLEPLAYERS WHO ARE DETAILED!!!!)"

((IM ACTUALLY NEW-ISH BUT TYSM))"

(view spoiler)[NANI THIS IS SO GOODDDDD
since when were u new? (hide spoiler)]

(I don't really rp much only started this year)

(view spoiler)[oh ok #surprising (hide spoiler)]

Amity walked into her room exhausted and sleepy. She sat at the mirror to un-knott the hair she's been procrastinating to tame. She wasnt exactlysure when, but she knew her time with the prince was coming up. Mostly all the other girl's had been talking about while walking trough th halls is how 'dear' and 'attractive' and 'kind' the prince was. Amit didnt even know the boys name. She honestly didnt understand what the hype was, but she guessed she either would, or would disagree very soon.
Til' then, she had to focus on the wreck her har has become during the days horse run in the woods.