The Hardened Heart

In another time, in the distant land of Aeloria, two kingdoms of eternal foes, the Elves, and the Dragons make war on each other, as has been the custom of their people for thousands of years. The elves are the fair and light magical race, whos people enjoy life without worry, but are fierce when threatened. The dragons are the mighty and powerful magical race, they value greed and wealth above all, and are always ready to take what is not theirs.

Though they have fought relentlessly and unsuccessfully, a new hope shines for both kingdoms; the human kingdom is wedding off a prince, and if either the elves of the dragons can get their own to marry him, they shall have the support of the humans and bring victory to their side.

There's only one problem; the prince does not want marriage and rejects every woman he meets. If he can be won over, the sly and cunning human race will give an edge to either side, but if he can't, the humans may very well end up being destroyed by their potential allies.

Rules:

1. No godmodding, one liners, ect.
2. Cursing is going to be limited, but I'll allow some of it.
3. Questions are meant to be asked, so ask if you have one.
4. Though it isn't likely to happen, let's keep blood and gore minimal, please.
5. Keep this rp PG-13 in general.
6. Decent post length please, three line minimum.
7. You can have as many characters as you want, just keep tabs on them.
8. Use good grammar, if you have many grammar mistakes in a post, please go back and fix it, preferably before you post it at all. We all have bad days, one or two mistakes are fine occasionally.
9. Read the rules.
10. I reserve the right to add/modify rules.
11. Elves look like what you'd expect. They love nature and are very whimisical at times.
12. Dragons are not always the big lizard with wings that frighten villages, they are a very magical race that can contain the magic in orbs they were somewhere on there person, and if they release the magic they turn into the monsters they're thought of, but usually look human or elven.
13. Elves and Dragons can have some magical abilities.

Application:

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Species:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Other:

Accepted Characters:

Username: manysidestome
Name: Prince Marcus Masters
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: http://www.flickr.com/photos/29955787@N03/3083888129/
Personality: No one really seems to know. He's quite cold to everybody, and regards things as business, nothing it personal and if it fits his interests he'll do something, and if it doesn't, he won't. He doesn't like the idea of having a wife, and intends to remain single and lead his country after his father dies, though it won't be for many years to come.
History: Prince Marcus was happy once, when his mother was alive. They would spend much time together in the gardens, which Marcus loved. One day when Marcus was six, his mother died suddenly of a disease. He was sad for the longest time before finally managing to get over it, though he had changed. He no longer played with his younger siblings, he just read and played the piano all day, instead of learning to ride a horse or sword-fight like a prince was supposed to do, like his younger brothers were doing. He suspects that some of his siblings and even those who work with the royal family want him out of the way since he does not act like a prince should.
Other: He vists the garden at least once a week now, though he doesn't appear to do anything other than stand in one spot for a few minutes before leaving. No one knows what to make of it.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Grajan
Age: 459
Gender: Male
Species: Dragonian
Appearance: He wears a suit of armor at all times when on duty, but generally wears black when not. His hair is black and falls to his shoulers and has red eyes. His gem is in the middle of his chest. In dragon form, he is truly big with red scales and black wings and horns adorned on his head, and the gem still shines in the middle of his chest.
Personality: Humorless, serious, and protective. He dislikes change and prefers things just stay sedintary, but he's not afraid to go on the move to protect anything he loves.
History: Grajan has been a guard for royalty in the Dragonian Kingdom for centuries, and has proved his loyalty many times over. He is now a part of the guard for the Dragonians who will travel to the Human Kingdom, to protect them from the Elves who attend as well.
Other: He has a large sword he can swing with one hand.

Username: manysidestome
Name: Karian De'lai
Age: 54
Gender: Female
Species: Dragonian
Appearance: She looks like a teenage human girl, with brown hair in a ponytail that falls to her waist. She usually wears a pink gown for casual usage, brown pants and a green shirt for travel and a fancy blue dress for formal wear. Her orb is in the center of her forehead.
Personality: She isn't afraid to do anything if it gets her attention. She is somewhat manipulative and greedy and selfish, but mainly she wants to have friends and just be a girl, albeit a girl that gets everything she wants.
History: Karian is a princess of the Dragonian Kingdom, and has lived a very normal life for one of her stature. She is a middle child, and has less responsibility to the kingdom, and is more lazy than her older siblings. She is in love with the idea of romance, and jumped at the opportunity to marry the Human Prince.
Other:

Username: Alec
Name: Rebecca
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Picture here. 5' 8" and 119 lbs. Can usually be seen in plain and uncolorful dresses.
Personality: Quiet, intelligence and her creativity are all important parts of Rebecca. She's also eager to better herself and she loves reading even though most servants don't know how to. Rebecca isn't a very kind person and she can also be rather selfish at times, but she is an idealist and somewhat of a hopeless romantic as well.
History: Not much of note. She was born into a family of servants and she grew up to be a servant. Now she is one of the gardeners for the royal family and she spends almost all of her time either working and resting in the gardens or reading in hidden places in the castle, some of those places are also in the gardens of course.
Other:

Username: Alec
Name: Ardal Fa'ela'n
Age: 127
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Appearance: Picture here. 6' 4" and 172 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calculating, charming, and kind in a rather untrustworthy way. Ardal puts his family and country before himself in everything that he does. He's made sure to learn everything a prince should know over the years. He despises people who pick on those who are weaker for no reason and he enjoys defending the helpless. He has learned four languages, eating etiquette, music, dancing, fisticuffs, swordsmanship, riding, magic, painting, mathematics, science and medicine. But he hates almost all of those things, to be honest he hates a lot of things. His joy in life is cooking, one of the few things a Prince doesn't have to know and that is why he loves it.

History: Ardal is the fourth child of the Elven King Alastar. His entire life he's done everything a prince is supposed to, but his two older brothers and his older sister outshined him in the individual categories they went for and thus Ardal wasn't considered much by his family. When he was a child at fourty-three Ardal's elder brother, the kings second son, died in battle and the kings eldest son was more devestated then anyone else and thus he tried to take it out on his "weaker" younger siblings who he knew would never reveal it to the public so as not to ruin the Royal's image.

But Ardal simply wouldn't accept his elder brother's attitude and began to defend his younger siblings and later the servants as well when the Crown Prince took to beating them. Ardal gained a reputation around his family and the castle as the defender and thus he was like the guardian for the people of his own home. When he was fourty-nine Ardal was given an offer by the royal chef to learn how to cook as a way for the man to repay his master for all the times Ardal had saved his foolish and pretty young daughter. Ardal reluctantly accepted and he realized that he greatly enjoyed getting his hands dirty and making things that he would actually eat.

Over the next few years nothing out of ordinary happened to the Prince, but recently the king has decided that Ardal shall accompany and protect his siblings and any other Elves who were going to win the love of Crown Prince Masters. He was also told that if the prince had a different taste in love then everyone suspected that he should try to win the Prince's hand as well to help protect his country.
Other: Knows magic and is an adept when it comes to controlling water and making illusions with the element.

Username: Alec
Name: Aine Fa'ela'n
Age: 94
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: picture here. 5' 10" and 101 lbs. can usually be seen in male clothing but is stuck wearing dresses too fancy for the princesses taste.
Personality: Aine is an extroverted, rude and rebellious woman. She isn't nearly as wise or deep as the rest of her race and she isn't very lady-like either. She can connect with people a but too easily and sometimes she'll tell people things that she shouldn't just because she's considered them to be her friend for more then two days.
History: Aine lived a rather protected life thanks to her older brother and her father and mother. She was considered a disappointment however for not learning everything a princess was supposed to. The only training she was excited to receive was her training on how to fight and ride a horse. She doesn't like the idea of winning the Human Prince's hand in marriage but she reluctantly agreed since her family figured that maybe the Prince wouldn't want an ordinary regal woman, and so Aine leaves in the hope that the prince rejects her, just like her parents.
Other: Weak with magic and only knows basic things like using it to clean up a mess of hers and other things like that.

Username: almostinsane
Name: Cyric Masters
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/333/e/b/Anime_Warrior_by_QueenieChan.jpg
Personality: Cyric is pretty much the opposite of his older brother, Marcus. Where Marcus prefers to stay inside the castle and read or play the piano, Cyric is often active. He loves being outdoors and generally seeing the world, though he is pretty much confined to there territory of humans. Though he is filled with energy and has an individualist flair, he's not unintelligent and cares for his people and family.
History: Cyric was born in the Royal Family and was taught the things that a prince was supposed to know. He excelled in most of them, swordsmanship, horseback riding, and military tactics being things that interested him. Cyric despises politics, however, disliking the backstabbing and maneuvering for power. He is grateful that since he isn't the Crown Prince, he doesn't have to muddle in it as much as Marcus. Now that girls are coming to court Marcus, Cyric looks forward to getting involved.
Other: Cyric knows some magic, but mostly the type of spells that he'd personally find useful, like wakling up and down walls.


In order to start this, we'll need a few other princes or princesses, some elven and dragonic women to try to charm the prince, the prince's caretaker, and maybe some various humans, like advisors or servants.

Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine
Name: Chantel
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Appearance: Chantel. As a dragon, Chantel has maroon scales, and even darker red wings. Silver eyes, and curling black horns. Her orb is engraved in the center of her back, as both human, and as dragon.
Personality: Chantel has changed a lot over the years. She is dedicated, and confident. This comes from stories of her father's lifestyle. Though she learned from his books, and with his sword, she refuses to be anything like the man. Chantel tends to be a bit of a dreamer, and usually a noteable hardworker. She's loyal, strong-willed, and brave. Fairly honest, she only lies if she has a very good reason. And she trusts her judgement on this 'good reason' very well too. She understands the two different sides of life, which most can't say, and doesn't let anger blind her. She usually thinks things through before she acts, and doesn't form strong relationships easily. She's a bit calmer than most dragons, and some find her to be slightly strange, but most just ignore it.
History: Chantel's father disappeared when she was age 3. Her mother seemed to know where he went, but she never did tell her. Apparently he never was that good of a man. One who used his skills with the sword for reasons that were highly frowned upon. 5 years later her mother was brutally murdered, with the killer still unknown to this day. Given no time to mourn, Chantel was immediatly taken in as an errand girl. And she did a good job of it too. No one's ever seen her off in space, and when something needed to be done she got it done. After the disappearance of her father, followed by the murder of her mother Chantel taught herself how to defend herself from the outside world's many dangers with the assisstance of her father's old books and the possession of his sword. Chantel, after all these years that have passed, has put her family life behind her. She has a new life now, and owes no time to the dead or the lost. Proving to be a loyal servant to the Kingdom, Chantel was made to be one of the main maids to the castle. She didn't mind working there. If they hadn't taken her in the way they had, she may have died. The woods are a dangerous place to be at such a young age. And the other servants were like family to her now, so no, she honestly didn't mind so much. And she hadn't been known as one to complain about her responsibilities as a maid to the castle. Ever. When not on duty, can usually be found in the Courtyard, or the Main Gardens where she can sharpen her abilities in swordsmanship away from the noise of the busy castle, and in the peace of the afternoon. Sometimes her friends among the maids come to watch, but usually she's alone. As she prefers it. Chantel has been known not to get close to others very easily.
Other: None.



Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine
Name: Elala Farrien/Eniri
Age: 82
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: Elala
Personality: Kind-hearted, and can be a little quiet, but this is decieving. She has another side that she doesn't let most see of a stronger individual. Though she is gentle, she isn't one to follow rules. Hardly ever actually. She's curious, and a little tricky. Elala's a friendly type of person, and is considerate of others. As well as a good listener, and one to try to be helpful. Many come to talk to her with their problems.
History: With her parents fearing that she might become corrupted as a princess, Elala spent her years in a very protected and closed off life. Reaching age 15, she grew bored and sick with this lifestyle, and began sneaking out the the outside world. She would walk through the towns with a length of cloth over her head whereas you couldn't see her face well. Sometimes just wandering aimlessly, and talking to random others in the small village-like areas. When she does this, she goes by the name Eniri, and dresses in a peasant fashion, so as to hide her identity as a princess. She has yet to be discovered, though if she ever were to, there's no telling what her parents might do. She enjoys these times away from the castle. The only one who knows is one of the stable boys that work at the castle, for when she takes these times away, she covers it up with a horseback ride to the Eastern feilds to relax. Her parents, believing her entirely, respect her privacy and have yet to send anyone to watch her, nor do they look into it themselves. Though this isn't usually a problem, since she mostly just sneaks away at night so as avoiding having to risk any chances. Sometimes she wishes she could be like them. Without the worries, stress, and pressure of being a princess. Her parents especially pressuring her about befriending the prince. She doesn't like the idea much, wanting her own choice in who she wishes to marry. But without much a choice, goes by what they say for this feild.
Other: None.

(Cool roleplay! Reserving a younger brother of the prince.)

Username: almostinsane
Name: Cyric Masters
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/333/e/b/Anime_Warrior_by_QueenieChan.jpg
Personality: Cyric is pretty much the opposite of his older brother, Marcus. Where Marcus prefers to stay inside the castle and read or play the piano, Cyric is often active. He loves being outdoors and generally seeing the world, though he is pretty much confined to there territory of humans. Though he is filled with energy and has an individualist flair, he's not unintelligent and cares for his people and family.
History: Cyric was born in the Royal Family and was taught the things that a prince was supposed to know. He excelled in most of them, swordsmanship, horseback riding, and military tactics being things that interested him. Cyric despises politics, however, disliking the backstabbing and maneuvering for power. He is grateful that since he isn't the Crown Prince, he doesn't have to muddle in it as much as Marcus. Now that girls are coming to court Marcus, Cyric looks forward to getting involved.
Other: Cyric knows some magic, but mostly the type of spells that he'd personally find useful, like wakling up and down walls.

Noted.

Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine
Name: Chantel
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
Appearance: Chantel. As a dragon, Chantel has maroon scales, and even darker red wings. Silver eyes, and curling black horns. Her orb is engraved in the center of her back, as both human, and as dragon.
Personality: Chantel has changed a lot over the years. She is dedicated, and confident. This comes from stories of her father's lifestyle. Though she learned from his books, and with his sword, she refuses to be anything like the man. Chantel tends to be a bit of a dreamer, and usually a noteable hardworker. She's loyal, strong-willed, and brave. Fairly honest, she only lies if she has a very good reason. And she trusts her judgement on this 'good reason' very well too. She understands the two different sides of life, which most can't say, and doesn't let anger blind her. She usually thinks things through before she acts, and doesn't form strong relationships easily. She's a bit calmer than most dragons, and some find her to be slightly strange, but most just ignore it.
History: Chantel's father disappeared when she was age 3. Her mother seemed to know where he went, but she never did tell her. Apparently he never was that good of a man. One who used his skills with the sword for reasons that were highly frowned upon. 5 years later her mother was brutally murdered, with the killer still unknown to this day. Given no time to mourn, Chantel was immediatly taken in as an errand girl. And she did a good job of it too. No one's ever seen her off in space, and when something needed to be done she got it done. After the disappearance of her father, followed by the murder of her mother Chantel taught herself how to defend herself from the outside world's many dangers with the assisstance of her father's old books and the possession of his sword. Chantel, after all these years that have passed, has put her family life behind her. She has a new life now, and owes no time to the dead or the lost. Proving to be a loyal servant to the Kingdom, Chantel was made to be one of the main maids to the castle. She didn't mind working there. If they hadn't taken her in the way they had, she may have died. The woods are a dangerous place to be at such a young age. And the other servants were like family to her now, so no, she honestly didn't mind so much. And she hadn't been known as one to complain about her responsibilities as a maid to the castle. Ever. When not on duty, can usually be found in the Courtyard, or the Main Gardens where she can sharpen her abilities in swordsmanship away from the noise of the busy castle, and in the peace of the afternoon. Sometimes her friends among the maids come to watch, but usually she's alone. As she prefers it. Chantel has been known not to get close to others very easily.
Other: None.

Username: hey_mai_Zukos_mine
Name: Elala Farrien/Eniri
Age: 82
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: Elala
Personality: Kind-hearted, and can be a little quiet, but this is decieving. She has another side that she doesn't let most see of a stronger individual. Though she is gentle, she isn't one to follow rules. Hardly ever actually. She's curious, and a little tricky. Elala's a friendly type of person, and is considerate of others. As well as a good listener, and one to try to be helpful. Many come to talk to her with their problems.
History: With her parents fearing that she might become corrupted as a princess, Elala spent her years in a very protected and closed off life. Reaching age 15, she grew bored and sick with this lifestyle, and began sneaking out the the outside world. She would walk through the towns with a length of cloth over her head whereas you couldn't see her face well. Sometimes just wandering aimlessly, and talking to random others in the small village-like areas. When she does this, she goes by the name Eniri, and dresses in a peasant fashion, so as to hide her identity as a princess. She has yet to be discovered, though if she ever were to, there's no telling what her parents might do. She enjoys these times away from the castle. The only one who knows is one of the stable boys that work at the castle, for when she takes these times away, she covers it up with a horseback ride to the Eastern feilds to relax. Her parents, believing her entirely, respect her privacy and have yet to send anyone to watch her, nor do they look into it themselves. Though this isn't usually a problem, since she mostly just sneaks away at night so as avoiding having to risk any chances. Sometimes she wishes she could be like them. Without the worries, stress, and pressure of being a princess. Her parents especially pressuring her about befriending the prince. She doesn't like the idea much, wanting her own choice in who she wishes to marry. But without much a choice, goes by what they say for this feild.
Other: None.

I would like to reserve three characters please.
These are the bases for the characters, they should be completed soon.
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Username: Alec
Name: Rebecca
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Picture here. 5' 8" and 119 lbs. Can usually be seen in plain and uncolorful dresses.
Personality: Quiet, intelligence and her creativity are all important parts of Rebecca. She's also eager to better herself and she loves reading even though most servants don't know how to. Rebecca isn't a very kind person and she can also be rather selfish at times, but she is an idealist and somewhat of a hopeless romantic as well.
History: Not much of note. She was born into a family of servants and she grew up to be a servant. Now she is one of the gardeners for the royal family and she spends almost all of her time either working and resting in the gardens or reading in hidden places in the castle, some of those places are also in the gardens of course.
Other:
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Username: Alec
Name: Ardal Fa'ela'n
Age: 127
Gender: Male
Species: Elf
Appearance: Picture here. 6' 4" and 172 lbs.
Personality: Quiet, calculating, charming, and kind in a rather untrustworthy way. Ardal puts his family and country before himself in everything that he does. He's made sure to learn everything a prince should know over the years. He despises people who pick on those who are weaker for no reason and he enjoys defending the helpless. He has learned four languages, eating etiquette, music, dancing, fisticuffs, swordsmanship, riding, magic, painting, mathematics, science and medicine. But he hates almost all of those things, to be honest he hates a lot of things. His joy in life is cooking, one of the few things a Prince doesn't have to know and that is why he loves it.

History: Ardal is the fourth child of the Elven King Alastar. His entire life he's done everything a prince is supposed to, but his two older brothers and his older sister outshined him in the individual categories they went for and thus Ardal wasn't considered much by his family. When he was a child at fourty-three Ardal's elder brother, the kings second son, died in battle and the kings eldest son was more devestated then anyone else and thus he tried to take it out on his "weaker" younger siblings who he knew would never reveal it to the public so as not to ruin the Royal's image.

But Ardal simply wouldn't accept his elder brother's attitude and began to defend his younger siblings and later the servants as well when the Crown Prince took to beating them. Ardal gained a reputation around his family and the castle as the defender and thus he was like the guardian for the people of his own home. When he was fourty-nine Ardal was given an offer by the royal chef to learn how to cook as a way for the man to repay his master for all the times Ardal had saved his foolish and pretty young daughter. Ardal reluctantly accepted and he realized that he greatly enjoyed getting his hands dirty and making things that he would actually eat.

Over the next few years nothing out of ordinary happened to the Prince, but recently the king has decided that Ardal shall accompany and protect his siblings and any other Elves who were going to win the love of Crown Prince Masters. He was also told that if the prince had a different taste in love then everyone suspected that he should try to win the Prince's hand as well to help protect his country.
Other: Knows magic and is an adept when it comes to controlling water and making illusions with the element.
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Username: Alec
Name: Aine Fa'ela'n
Age: 94
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: picture here. 5' 10" and 101 lbs. can usually be seen in male clothing but is stuck wearing dresses too fancy for the princesses taste.
Personality: Aine is an extroverted, rude and rebellious woman. She isn't nearly as wise or deep as the rest of her race and she isn't very lady-like either. She can connect with people a but too easily and sometimes she'll tell people things that she shouldn't just because she's considered them to be her friend for more then two days.
History: Aine lived a rather protected life thanks to her older brother and her father and mother. She was considered a disappointment however for not learning everything a princess was supposed to. The only training she was excited to receive was her training on how to fight and ride a horse. She doesn't like the idea of winning the Human Prince's hand in marriage but she reluctantly agreed since her family figured that maybe the Prince wouldn't want an ordinary regal woman, and so Aine leaves in the hope that the prince rejects her, just like her parents.
Other: Weak with magic and only knows basic things like using it to clean up a mess of hers and other things like that.

Accepted Alec.

Finished with my character.

Accepted.

Finished, MSTM.

Accepted, and I begin this now.

Marcus

"I can feel them approaching," Marcus said, distaste in his voice. "They are, your highness. Your father wants you to greet them once they have a chance to rest from their journey," his caretaker, Reginald Carlei, said. "And I can't just turn them away, I have to give them a chance," Marcus said. "To be fair sir, you never give anyone a chance, and if we don't want to offend the elves or dragonians," Reginald replied. "Yes yes, I've heard it before. I wish to be alone right now," Marcus said. "Yes, my lord," Reginald said and left Marcus's chambers.

"Maybe there is a way to smoothe things over with the kingdoms without involving a marriage... or mine, at least," Marcus mused to himself, before grabbing a book on philosophy, and flipping through the pages.

Grajan/Karian

"We're close to the human castle," Grajan announced to the dragonians. He was one of the guards traveling with the females who would be attempting to win over Crown Prince Marcus Masters. Karian heard but did not reply, she felt her pulse race; she was excited for the experience, and the thought of falling in love with a dashing prince was romantic. Of course, she hadn't actually met him before, but she was confident that he would fit her expectations.

Elala rested her head in her arms on the railing of the carriage's window-like opening, watching the path pass beneath them with a nuetral expression. One of the other elven princesses giggled lightly with a musical hint as the girls whispered about what the prince might be like. I'll bet he'd just another showy, perfect to a point prince... Elala thought to herself, sighing softly as she remembered all the other princes she'd been introduced to over the years. They always had some great, legend of a story to tell about how great they were and about how honoured she should be. Honestly, in her opinion, they should be equally honoured to be in her prescence if they were that type of elf. But this one was human. Perhaps, he might be different. She thought, but doubted it.

"Elala?" One of the girls called her name. "Your hair will be messed up if you hang your head out the window so sorrowfully like that."

Elala leaned back into her seat, facing the other girls, and smiling politely. "Pardon me, I just saw this most beautiful song bird." She said sweetly, feeling the girl next to her begin to comb through her long white hair, avoiding snaring on the small braids that twisted up into the back of her head, in an attempt to fix it up.

"Was it a pretty song bird, Elala?" A girl asked, seeming genuinely interested as she leaned foward.


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Chantel followed behind the others in a beige dress. Nice for the occassion, but not close to as lovely as the girls ahead of her. A small green bag was slung over her shoulder with various threads and the like inside. She had been sent along as an emergency tailor incase any of the girl's dresses were somehow damaged or just needed refitting somewhere.

"Oh, come on, Marcus. A bunch of beautiful young ladies are here to win you over. What human male doesn't get excited about that?" Cyric asked from behind Marcus with a grin. He was dressed in his full armor, which was just polished this morning. Their father liked making good impressions.
"Of course," he continued with a broad grin, "I will be here to comfort those that fail to win your heart."

Marcus

"How long have you been in here," Marcus asked, irritation in his tone. "Feel free to attract as many females as you want, I have no interest in them. Of course, don't blame me when they turn you down." He offered a small smile and turned to look at his brother. "And why are you in armor? Unless you're practicing with a sword, it seems to be a bother."

Aine ignored the conversation that the other girls were having behind her as she looked out the window she was sitting next to. "Why on earth did Ardal make me sit in this confining vehicle when he knows I wanted to run here?" The Princess asked as she sighed aloud. "I know he thinks I should be talking and learning more about the other princesses and ladies, but did he have to put us together in such a boring environment? And then he just hands me a book when I complain about it too...." Aine mentally added to her list of things for her to grumble about to he brother later, but then she heard something that caught her interest.

"What about a songbird?" The Princess asked as she looked away from her window and looked towards the one on the other side of the carriage.
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Ardal smiled lightly as he saw Elala take her head back into the carriage. "So will we be there soon Aillill?" The Prince asked as he looked at the driver sitting next to him.
"Aye, only about quarter of'n hour left." He replied to the prince.
"Perfect, hopefully the Princesses should be able to control themselves before we arrive then." Ardal replied as he made light conversation, of course he really didn't care about whether the driver responded or not.

"The most beautiful wing pattern I've ever seen." Elala, the look in her eyes making her story seem convincing. "It really was lovely, but I think the sounds of our carraige may have frightened the poor dear off." She frowned, pretending to feel a little bad about it. Elala didn't usually lie so casually, but she was bored, and didn't want to admit she was dreading yet another meeting with a Prince. So she had to make this at least a little convincing, though she figured that was as far as a conversation could go about a random song bird. So she leaned back in her seat, looking out the window once again. Trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face so the other Princesses might not bother her about her expression again. They were all so lovely too, even if this Prince was to be different, it wouldn't likely make a difference for her.

"Figures, that's what we get for riding in this damned thing." Aine said before sighing as her gaze turned back towards her own window. "All because Father wants to get rid of me and he figures that this is going to be the most useful way to do it." The girl reminded herself before sticking her head out of the carriage to taste the wind and see if there was a better view, there was. A rather large castle could be seen in the distance as the forest started to thin out.

"Is that it?" She shouted up to her older brother, receiving a nod in return. "Well then it looks like we're here." The princess informed the other girls as she sat back in her seat on the carriage, not caring that her hair was now a bit of a mess. Aine rolled her eyes as she saw a few of the other girls getting excited as they began to brush each other's hair. "It's just another boy, why must they get so worked up over another simple boy. This one sounds spoiled as well....or maybe he's just against the idea of marriage, I suppose none of it matter should to me." Aine reminded herself as she glanced at the other princesses, feeling rather bad at seeing how silly they were acting over the whole situation.

Grajan/Karian

"We've arrived," Grajan announced, and his eyes fell upon another carriage in the distance. He sniffed the air, they were magic, but they weren't dragonian. "Elves," he called out, and the other guards took defensive positions. "We're under orders, do not engage unless attacked," Grajan announced.

"What are these elves doing here? They're going to spoil my meeting with Prince Marcus," Karian complained.

Chantel smiled, unable to help rolling her bright green eyes slightly as she heard some of the princessess mumbling about the elven girls come for a shot at love with the Prince as well. Her slightly curly red hair caught in the breeze as she looked at the castle ahead, impressed. Though she'd practically lived in one most of her life, and probably would, having grown so attached to the very structure of it.


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Elala saw the castle approaching through her window, and heard all the girls in the background inside the carraige announcing it repeatedly as though it couldn't be said enough. Elala wasn't really excited, nor was she looking forward to it, though she was a little curious in what this Prince's story would be. Great travel or triumph. She felt like she'd heard it all by now. You shan't judge him so early, Elala. She told herself, sighing lightly.

"First of all, my dear brother, I am the most sought-after male in the kingdom. Second of all, Father made me dress in full armor. Someone needs to make a good impression. No offense, but you tend to make women run away in tears," Cyric told his older brother matter-of-factly. He wondered idly, "I wonder if any of these women prefer the great outdoors to sitting in a dusty old chamber in the castle like some people I can name."

Marcus

"Any male with power or money or looks can attract women, it takes talent to make them flee with such force when you have all three," Marcus said. "If they're anything like the human variety, I wouldn't count on it. Princesses and nobility tend to keep in their castles, having their hair brushed and hosting tea parties, or whatever it is they do, I can't honestly say I care." He looked his brother over and said, "I would take the armor off, it looks like you're trying to show off, and I've noticed women like a challenge, which is why I have trouble shaking them for awhile."

"That's good enough for me. If Father gets angry, I'm blaming you," Cyric told Marcus as he removed some of the parts of his armor, revealing a red set of clothes beneath. He spoke, "That's a shame, about Princesses lounging about in castles. Sounds boring. Where's the thrill of hunting a wild boar?"

Marcus

"I really don't find it thrilling to go out and kill an animal. Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against eating meat, but I'm not going to go out and kill it myself, it's barbaric. I imagine women feel similarly, or just don't want to go with a group of men that probably don't want them there," Marcus said. "Of course, who's to say they don't go out when nobody's looking? Maybe they frequent the outdoors often, but just don't let anyone see." He wasn't really interested, but he wanted to see if he could get Cyric obsessing over this, it would be amusing.

"That is an interesting theory," Cyric admitted with a grin as thought about it. He couldn't imagine being stuck in a castle all the time, but princesses were expected to stay there. If he was a girl, he would sneak out and explore the wilderness, mingle with the people, and actually have some fun. Maybe he'd see if he was right. Cyric smiled at his older brother, "Surely you are attracted to girls, right?"

Marcus

"I don't particularly feel attracted to women," Marcus said. "Neither to men. I don't see the point, I suppose." He wasn't like Cyric, chasing every female around to get a kiss or more, he viewed everything differently, including lust and love.

Ardal inhaled deeply as the carriage slowed down a few hundred feet from what the Elf supposed was the Crown Prince. "It would seem the dragons have arrived as well....well this should certainly be interesting." The Prince supposed as he jumped off of the front of the carriage and opened the door for the carriage.

"Well hello ladies. Now I would like some of you to remember not to try and kill any of the other guests." The Elf said as he subtly informed them that their countries enemies had arrived as well. "You know all the other rules and restrictions placed on you of course, so good luck." Ardal added as he took a step back and pulled the door completely open to let all of the girls out.