The Kingdom Of Aibruvia has lived in peace for centuries. They were known for their wealth and strength amongst the other Kingdoms, being a shining beacon amongst them. However, even though they were strong and powerful it came at a cost - their King is very power hungry and can be a tyrant at times, he is known for levying high taxes on a whim and treating commoners like dirt at times. He is a very controversial topic amoungst the Kingdom, most admire him for his strength and the power he brings to the Kingdom yet some abhor him for his treatment of others around him and the way he behaves. You either love or hate the King and that's the hard truth about it, it's rumored even his own children have a complicated relationship with the man. Some speculate that it's due to him losing his late wife, a very loving and kind woman who could be fierce and witty when needed. She was beloved by the Kingdom and people but since she passed, it seems the light of the people are fading due to the dark clouds of their King. While some are sympathetic for his sharp change in behavior, some aren't, and this can cause a rather dangerous conflict of interest within the Kingdom.

The King has many children, 6 in total : four girls and two boys . His eldest and second eldest daughter being of age along with his two sons. He has decided that it is time his eldest daughter got married and had a partner to rule the Kingdom with in the future. After all she is the Crown Princess and is expected to take rule after her father passes and she if the future of the Kingdom. Letters have been sent to neighboring kingdoms telling of an opportunity to win the Princess's hand in marriage and become a future monarch. People from close by or far and wife have come to woo the Crown Princess, however only one person will earn her affections - so if one is smart and realizes the trouble it poses then they would take to the other available options within the castle, after all though they may not be listed as currently looking for a partner they are still fair game. However, while this is a joyous occasion to find love and possibly forge alliances between Kingdoms, there is also opportunity for sinister intent.

Rules All of Eve's Rules apply obviously 1 : Be active . Please don't join up just to leave - I would like this RP to last for a while. I expect posts 1-2 a week , and if you need to take a break or be inactive please inform be beforehand via PM or Discussion. Inactivity will lead to your character being removed from the RP. 2 : No OP or Mary Sue, Weeping Willow's , Gary's or any characters of the like. 3 : This is a Semi-Literate to Literate RP. I expect at least 150 + words per post. Put the missing number somewhere in your form, hidden. Also, I required a detailed and well-written appearance and description for your character. This includes proper grammar rules and any form not following these requirements will be declined. 4: No OOC problems. Hate the character but not the player - any instances of unbecoming behavior will not be tolerated, and mods will be contacted if needed. 5: Reservations last for 48 hours and you may only reserve two roles at a time. The reservation doesn't start until you actually post and begin working on the forms. You will be allowed to have 2 - 12 hour extensions if needed to complete a form, otherwise the spot will be open for someone else. 7: I as the owner of the RP reserve the right to accept and decline forms as I see fit. I will not tolerate rude behavior towards me just because you got declined - if you do get decline , try and work on your form and maybe it'll get accepted due to the corrections. Put, thunderbird in other. I hope to RP with many new faces - so come on, I don't bite. 8 : I will make a 4 character limit , however as the RP progresses people will die - so I suggest having 2 characters to start. You can also only reserve 2 characters at a time. 9: I will allow art for your characters since cartoonish human art is allowed - make sure they are properly credited and follow all of the WP regulations or this rule will be redacted. 10: This RP is not a heavy romance RP and their may be some hints of it so I'll get this out the way - no romances between your own character [the exception is if the character has a deceased lover or one that'll die later on.] Also, you are allowed to have your characters be siblings, cousins, and etc. 11 : Don't be the character constantly disrespecting the superiors and higher ups - it can be fun but it's also annoying. After all why do you want your character to constantly get in trouble. 12 : Any questions are to be asked via PMs - I don't want this thread clogged up. 13 : I understand that backstories are fun and giving characters angst and tragedy makes them spicy, but come on - not every single character needs a sob story, but also please don't anyways make your characters have the best or perfect life. Happy middle class families are nice to hear about. But also be creative with this. 14 : Make sure to read everything ! 15 : Have fun ;)

The land of Aibruvia is remarkably beautiful . They are surrounded by beautiful meadows, thick forests , and the Kingdom offers breathtaking cliffs and waterfalls. They are also located on a large archipelago protected by a fortified fjord, it also helps that the kingdom has a very strong naval and military force to protect them and those residing within the Kingdom at a moments notice. It is also notable that the people of this kingdom are excellent navigators and sailors , these people know the sea very well, and they have a healthy respect for it. While they have the farmers and traders amongst them, they are also known for their amazing weavers, scholars, and soilders.

This Kingdom is known for having one of the better education systems and highly intelligent people amongst them. Though it may be hard living within these lands due to the taxes, it can be said that their is rarely if any poverty, after all the people are given an excellent education and it's their job to take advantage of it - whether to use it for good or bad is up to them. They don't also conform to the normal gender norms of men and women, you can very regularly see female soldiers and doctors and women holding power in courts - and on the flip side you can see men being house husbands and doing womanly chores such as embroidery or laundry. And it's not uncommon to see some men in dresses or women in suits and armor. This is a very progressive and amazing city.

If it isnt clear already, education is a big part of Aibruvia culture and life. There are many competitions through the year to find the smartest and brightest children and adults of the Kingdom. Those who complete can win many prizes whether it be land, money, food , or other precious rarities. However, the most desirable awards for the people are Crown Scholarships in which because of their intelligence they are offered schooling in prestigious schools and high paying and high profile jobs within the castle or capital itself. It's every kids dream to go to Whitewater Academic School, the most prestigious school in the Kingdom , followed by Blackrose Acadmeic School.

The people of this country have a fascination with lights. And you can see many beautiful lanterns and light adornments throughout the cities, the people liking to keep their homes bright. Their is also a very special day, The Crown Princesses's Birthday is celebrated by having a Lantern Festival, where all the kingdom gathers together for delicious food and festivities and gift the Princess what they can, and at the night time they let beautiful lanterns float in the sky and then set off fireworks.

The Other Castle Ranks
The Royal Guards
1. Oliver Heiser, Played By Timber Pine Pack
2. Isolde Morley, Played By Shadows In The Mist
3. Asmaranti Karkita Noriega, Played By Spellbound
4. Asahi Calzacorta , Played By Forerunner
5. Seth Alistan, Played By Free-Claw12
6. Ezra Derringer, Played By Mother
7. Vadik Volkov, Played By Timber Pine Pack

The Royal Nanny
Hestia Lovelace , Played By Ravensrun

The Royal Hand Maidens
1. Cassia Thomson , Played By Meian
2. Wren Derringer, Played By Mother
3. Geneviève Ophelia-Odette Callaberro By Spellbound
4. Valorian Clos, Played By Covidic
5. Ana-Lucia Callaberro, Played By Ciao
6. Zoe Ointero, Played By Pastry Lord
7. Aislin Echethier , Played By Moose
8. Asteria Ikari, Played By The Wayne Pack

The Royal Manservant's
1. Darwin Munin , Played By Determined_Wolf
2. Jasper Vaquero, Played By Pastry Lord
3. Akira Calzacorta, Played By Forerunner
4. Reserved By Starswood

The Other Roles

Suitors [ Max Of 12]

1. Kristopher Vermillion, Played By Ciao

2. Harland Drach Evander, Played By Bruiser [ W . I . P . ]

3. Kyro Vermillion , Played By Meian

4. Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch, Played By Overthink101

5. Suna Hiyo Akeru , Played By Overthink101

6. Cordelia Rosemary Atwater , Played By Spellbound

7. Rainier Atwater, Played By Determined_Wolf

8. Edrys Kolsvalk, Played By Covidic

9. Corin Wren , Played By The Wayne Pack

10. Isabelot Seria Alphonsus, Played By Cereal

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Royal Nanny Hestia LoveLace|26|F|5'4|Abruvian|M:twins,vesper

Clapping her hands in a hurry up motion to the princess twins. Following them into their shared eating area between the girl's rooms. Placing a plate of warm fresh cheese and apple danishes in front of them. "Eat up girls. We need to get you dressed and ready for brunch with the visiting suitors." Stepping carefully around the cape flowing from Princess Phoebe's back and over the floor. Very much used to it being with her everywhere.
She herself was already dressed in a light pink gown with a few lilacs embroidered on the bottem. Simple but it hugged her curves well but modestly. Her shoulder length dark blonde hair was curled and pinned out of her face with a little purple amethyst flower Sybil had gifted her last winter. Hestia picked up the wooden sword off the table and set it on its sword stand nearby. "No weapons on the table little knight remember?" She said it gently but firmly with a smile.
The princesses maids would dress the girls soon. She had already polished phoebes beloved boots and set them next to their outfits. Knowing there was no use trying to get her to wear something else. "Do you remember what I taught you for today?" She knew the girls were excited for their older brother Prince Vespers birthday party tonight. Hestia had to sit with them over and over going through the manners and etiquette for the brunch and party. Now to see if they payed attention.
Sitting down next to them at the small table. Hestia began laying necklaces they could choose from for the brunch. Polishing the tiaras that set next to them. Doe brown eyes catching every detail and making sure things ran smoothly.

Princess Niamh Tara Windsor|19|F|5'10|Aibruivian|M:Cassia,zoe,vesper

Brunch fit

Not long after her morning bath Niamh stood patiently as her gown was being carefully pulled over her head and then laced up. Pausing her conversation about today momentarily. The corset underneath sturdy but flexible. Signing a relief knowing a knife was tucked into its lining for her safety. They had been discussing the brunch and the names of the nobles and other suitors arriving soon. Idly twirling a loose curl around her finger as her Lady in waiting Lady Cassia finished tying the final piece of her dress. Adjusting the chains that connected the top piece of the dress to the bust.

She caught a glance of her reflection in the gilded mirror on her vanity. Her tall willowy build was now in a dusky blue gown with beautiful silver embellishments. Dark grey heals adorned her feet. Her long black curly locks hung loose around her shoulders still needing to be done. They had been washed and oiled with her favorite scents. Cashmere, Jasmine and a touch of vanilla. Her face was dusted with some light glitter to accent her high cheek bones. A rosy blush was blended into her cheeks in honor of the spring festivities. Bringing life to her tanned sienna skin. Naimh met her storm Grey eyes in the mirror admiring her other maid Zoe's handiwork on her makeup. Simple but elegant. Her red scar slashed down her right eye stood out as usual but a small smile found her full lips. Scars meant you survived.

Her butterfly accented diadem sat on its velvet pillow upon the vanity. Tearing her eyes from her vanity she glanced over at Cassia "Find out anything interesting about our arrivals that I should know?" Niamh wasn't one to gossip but information was priceless when lives could be on the line. Her brother Vesper would be at the docks by now to greet their guests. Silently she sent a wish for his safe return. It was his birthday after all. She had gotten him a dark rosewood brush and mirror set. The backs inlaid with a mother of pearl dragons. Along with several crystal vials of scented hair oils. That luckily arrived on time. They had been imported all the way from Laetis.

Corin Wren - 19 - Male - Suitor - Mentions: Aibruvia Royals (indirect), Cordelia (indirect), Ezra (indirect), Darwin (indirect), All suitors (indirect)


Morning found the young man waking up from his slumber.

Savouring the weighed feeling of the state of half-sleep, he lay where he was for a few minutes; mind still hazy, and body feeling heavy in a pleasant way. And the prospect of surrendering to the sinking, pulling sensation was so tempting. Despite himself, his eyelids started to droop, feeling pulled down by some inexorable force, and his breathing dipped into the slow, steady rhythm that those sleeping or close to it subconsciously begin inhaling and exhaling in. Then, after a moment, dragging himself up from the sucking depths of sleep, feeling like it was taking every once of willpower, and even then it felt like fighting a losing battle, his eyelids slowly opened again, revealing blue-gray irises once again.

Letting himself wake up again, the young man's mind, as it started waking up in full, began giving him thoughts about the impending event. And the one thought following those other thoughts, the one that had been hounding him ever since.

"What possessed me to do this?"

He muttered into the cabin, giving voice to the single thought, soft voice barely a raspy whisper in his freshly woken state. Then, he lifted his head slowly up, taking a cursory look around the cabin that he had been in for most of the boat ride. The near irresistible urge to yawn coming over him, and as usual, he yielded to it; opening his mouth and exposing white teeth; a soft inhale as his lungs filled with air, and a quiet sound akin to a whine slipping out as the yawn completed its routine course.

Rolling onto his back, as he had been laying on his side when he had woken, he moved his arms out from under the covers they were under, and stretched the limbs above him, lean muscles rippling with the motion; and the at the same time, he stretched his legs out on the bed, the pulling sensation in both ends of his body, felt even in the middle area, was satsifying and pleasant in a way that one could not describe, yet everyone had felt it when they stretch out their body or even a limb after a bout of inactivity, and so others knew that exact feeling. Then, retracting an arm, threw the covers off his slender frame, exposing mostly bare skin to a chill in the air. He has slept only in his undergarments to prevent rumpling his clothing, the idea that one wants to look like they had not slept in their clothing when going to be interacting with those of high status need not be impressed to him. Anymore than usual, that is.

Having to angle his lower body towards the edge of the bed in order to accomplish the action, he swung his legs off of the admittedly comfortable bed, and used the momentum to sit up, he found himself stretching his arms again. This time directly in front of his body, back arching forth to accomdoate the action properly, all ten fingers splaying out, and then clenching into a tight fist in a movement reminiscent of a cat's paws spreading and then returning to the normal compact shape when the animal unsheathes its claws for a single warning swipe then returning the paw in question back to its body. Then he slowly stood up, joints within the legs giving a momentary popping sound as they adjusted to the full weight of his body once again.

Opting to skip bathing again, he had not dirtied himself and had had one just last night before he went to sleep, he layed out the chosen attire, he had unpacked it carefully from the package he had been given in the dark, so he didn't know what he had been given. It is was, admittedly, a fancy riding outfit, more used for ornamental purposes rather than true horseback riding. The riding shirt a light pink shade; with the overcoat being a beautiful teal with very fine embroidery looping around the collar of the shirt like a second, lower collar, the shape of the chain looked like two pink vines weaving in and out of each other in a simple but pleasing pattern, small leaves poking out of either of the vines in random but well chosen spots, and a second loop of the light pink vines and leaves near the hem of the coat. The riding pants being a slightly darker shade of teal than the overcoat. Something about the clothing looked...familiar. Because it sure wasn't his clothing originally.

Then it clicked, this was one of his brothers' riding attire. It made sense now, why his second eldest brother had thrust a carefully made package into his arms and told him to wear it when he arrived. Of course, how did he not recognize it earlier? His heart warmed at the temporary gift, and he gave a involuntary smile at it, with a small amused shake of the head. He appreciated the loan, because he knew that whenever they got back into contact, his brother would be demanding it back again, in pristine condition of course. They had only done this clothing lending once, and only once before. And the fact that they had done this once made the impact of it more...special, or heartwarming.

At least he wasn't given new boots.

After gazing at the clean clothing for a moment, he carefully dressed himself. Once done, he arched his neck and looked down at what he could see; the deep V in the teal coat revealing the light pink shirt in a more obvious manner; and the polished black boots nicely contrasting the blue pants, as black often does with most colors. He knew what this outfit looked like, he had seen his brother in it enough times; while it did have the feel and general appearance of more formal riding clothing, something about the style of the shirt and coat seemed to add a more elegant or fancy flair; enough that one could wear it to a formal gathering if they so wished.

Once finished with dressing himself, he pocketed the small wooden carving of a horse. As he had completely forgotten the fact that it was considered polite to give the prince a gift, up until the very last moment, when he had abruptly remembered and with a belated flash of panic, had grabbed the nearest smaller block of wood and a knife and had damn near bolted onto the boat; much to the amusement of his siblings at his near mistake. And since then, he had been busy carving out a shape that came naturally to him. He knew he couldn't take a an absurdly long time on the project, but he could make some pretty fine details on the boat ride; carving out the legs and proudly arched neck and head, the rough spot where the mane and tail flowed. And later, once the basic shape had been completed to his satisfaction, the finer details of the eyes, mouth, hooves, and more detail to the figurine's mane and tail. When he had settled himself in his cabin and began thinking of what to carve the wood into, he had briefly entertained creating a creature he had wanted to try ever since he heard a story of it; a three headed dragon. Then, he had discarded it, he had no idea how long that one would take, but he knew how long a horse would take to carve, and so it was settled.

Now that he was more awake, the young man felt the knot of dread and anxiousness and something else seem to ball up into a physical thing inside him. He knew that it was too late to have regrets, or second thoughts, but there was no denying his emotions.

He stepped outside his cabin, abruptly remembered something important.

His luggage.

As he stepped back inside, he felt a bit of hasty irritation rise, directed at himself. He had been a bit scatterbrained the whole trip, and the time leading up to it; forgetting a gift for the prince, nearly forgetting his luggage. He really needed to get over it.

Said luggage wasn't actually very much. He had not brought someone with him, and had packed lightly, necessities. Clothing made up the largest amount of it, as it was what he would be wearing for this whole thing. But a few personal items had snuck their way in there. And it was light enough, he could carry it with him as he went; and assured that he would not be accidentally leaving any of his things behind, he stepped out the cabin, closing the door behind him out of reflex.

Judging by the fact that one of the suitors, he couldn't tell which one, had already loaded up in a carriage, it was safe to get off the boat. Not that it wasn't pleasant, but he had been quite sick until he got used to the motion. Basically half of the ride was spent being sick, and the other half was spent in his cabin, perhaps that calculation was incorrect. He had gotten out and moved about outside the cabin. Once it was assured that he would not run into another suitor, which meant that it had been quite late at night.

He just, hadn't wanted to interact with anyone during that ride.

After fighting past the urge to just go back into the cabin, he started off of the boat. Moving in his usual fashion, with that cat-like grace, he walked down, fighting the urge to bow his back and shoulders, to make himself smaller, and instead walk in a more normal manner. As he walked, his sharp eyes flicked to those he could see present at the moment; observing. The prince currently, well, he wasn't sure of what he was feeling by the expression; the guard did not look happy, stiff posture and a hand curled into a fist only confirmed that; and the one standing next to the prince, looked, bored. All of them were taller than he, not surprising; he had come to accept he was short, especially for a man.

Suddenly hypeaware of himself; how the shirt seemed just a little loose on his frame; how hard his heart was beating against his chest, as if it wanted to pound its way completely out of his body; the way that his hands felt clammy with nervous sweat; how keeping his breathing even suddenly required conscious effort; he had to wonder:

What the hell is up with me today?

He knew this nervousness, had felt it many times before. But today it felt, worse, in a way. In a vague sort of way, he was knew that with most of his effort focused on not acting like he was afraid or going to bolt outwardly, that the emotions were probably very apparent in his eyes. But it felt as if he diverted any more attention to somewhere else, he would just lose it.

If he was this bad now, then he would be in a frantic state later in front of more people.

Joy.

Then he made way for another man, welcoming the few moments reprieve which he used to try and wrestle himself under control. He couldn't stop the sweaty hands, it wasn't something to be controlled so easily though. He was close enough to hear the other suitor talking, but he didn't pay attention to the voice. After a moment, he had to admit that taking a minute was only making it worse for him. It let his mind linger and dread, and subsequently making him even more keyed up than before. Now, his breathing wanted to lapse into quicker, shallower breaths. And his hands were actually shaking, subtly, but shaking all the same.

Dang it.

With a deep inhale and exhale, he turned toward where he was heading again, taking a few quiet steps closer, so that he would not be considered to be listening in, but close enough so that he could probably not be ignored. Despite everything, he was still sure that the most obvious giveaway of his current state, was his eyes; that they often showed the emotions that someone was feeling. But he made himself stand there, straight posture, fighting the urge to at least make himself smaller.