𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓛𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝓒𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
▓ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ; #ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʀᴇ 。
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

.. No, she was not inspired by Melodia's swoonworthy tales in the slightest!

Fictitious or not, princesses cannot resist the charming fantasy of dancing with a prince!
Or, in this case, a redheaded muscle head!

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

Waltzing around the meadow clearing, led by the stumbling guide of a red-headed wooden mannequin. Clumsy as it may be, Rozalin pays it no mind. After all, she cannot complain when her rendition of ❛Once Upon a Dream❜ is terribly off-key.

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle — so I have taken it upon myself to acquire a steak from the market. Please, hold your praise.”

She continues, gradually turning away from the man that angers her so.

“However, another problem arises.” Says-she, royal voice now falling to a whisper. “.. I cannot cook it.”

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

It is midnight, a time of slumber. A time of peace. A time to rest and prepare for the dawn to follow.
.. For most, that is.

For Rozalin? It is a time to prod @JustHisStyle with a broomstick in an effort to awake him from a deep, deep sleep.

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle Interesting choice of words.. but given her dilemma, Rozalin will pay no mind.

“My stomach finds itself.. unsatisfied.” Her highness begins, her voice low and monotone. “I am in need of what you lot call a ❛midnight snack.❜ Of course, your commoner food proves insufficient, —

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle — monarch, breaking her silence with a cough most.. undignified.

“I.. I require assistance. It is of the utmost importance, and yet you slept! I-Insolent fool..”

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle Immediately, the sovereign rises, perching herself opposite of the brawler. Words are beyond her, Rozalin a speechless mess as her hands work to fix her night gown.
How dare he defile her dignity!
How dare he make such a sophisticated lady.. b.. *blush*!

“Ahem.” Speaks the —

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle Down goes the princess, now affixed in a position unbecoming of her status. So compromising, so mortifying! Why, she shall never live this down for the rest of her days!

“Y-You brute! Have you no manners?!” Barks-she, voice broken by a most flustered stammer. “Unhand me!”

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@JustHisStyle None come before Rozalin, not even a dream of her own father!
The prods persist, reddening the skin that bears the brunt of her midnight attack.

“ADELL!”

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

“Ooo, I shall soon get my hands on every last wretched mosquito! That, I promise!”

.. No, she is *not* in a sour mood because she did not listen to Adell and apply bug spray. Hmph!

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@Solelaw — ear to bejeweled ear.

.. Or was it the thought that for once, Adell would have a friend to share in his battle nonsense? Who knew?
No one would. All know that a true princess keeps her lips tightly sealed.

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

@Solelaw — will make quick work of you.. ❛morons.❜ Father will make this world a better place with your eradication!”

The monarch decrees, giddily giggling away at the thought. Grim as the statement was, the princess cannot suppress the smile that follows, stretching from bejeweled —

[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

The motif of Shaw's scarf abruptly shifts to the Scottish flag's blue-white as its claw eats the bullet like a jawbreaker.

"Nice try! But I'm Scottish!"

Two Wood Golems appear from the background playing bagpipes as he stands around bathing in the aesthetic like a total moron.

[𝑹𝒐𝒛𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏. @Roulettua]

“Quite the mistake!”

[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

"I let my guard down."