Nestled into a cozy corner flanked by an arm chair on one side and a bookshelf on the other, her gown puffed out to fill the rest of the space creating a frilly pink puff stuck out from the corner. Shes having quiet time...she also may be stuck.
It certainly felt foreign here, then again Vesparia's own streets were a mystery to her.
It felt possible now, more than an empty promise of hope to herself. Only time can tell, but her bright future seemed all the more possible now that she could see the light.
The moment felt like it could've been forever, eyes locked unto his dark hues. Perhaps the fates had one mercy for her if shes to spend her life at this mans side. Maybe her brother didn't share such complete loathing to allow her a handsome match,
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⠀ the carriage coming to a stop before
him caused the longest moment of
anticipation that he’d experienced in
years , to soon be face – to – face with
the lady who would quickly become his
wife … it was surreal to say the least .
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"My journey was pleasant as one would expect, I've never traveled so far from Vesparia"
She'd only seen a taste of what magic was to come in this new land, strange, yet enchanting. She'd been lucky the only adverse affect was her stomach's churning in anticipation of meeting him
Her nerves prickle, bowing her head in aknowlegement of the formality keeping down the bitterness in her throat.
Her eyes go alight at the word 'seer' "You speak prophecy?- See what is to come? Vesparia keeps magic closely regulated, ive only seen these things once or twice"
It felt like a knife to the gut. A happy princess should be a gift, thats how people saw it in other places? It seemed like a cruel joke to imagine if she'd been born elsewhere she'd be a treasure. No the strange ways of Vesparia and the curse of her birth were something
she'd rather play dumb upon. Her false smile only momentarily faltering.
"Of course, I've got much on my mind, it'd be best to not worry myself any more with these things. These should be happy times"