It had been a long day spent cooped up in the castle and Aeron had felt himself growing more and more restless by the minute as he tried to find entertainment or some useful purpose for himself around the castle when all it seemed he could do was wait. It had been a long time since he was anchored to one place for so long and he had eventually opted to take one of the horses out over the plains to clear his head.
He had returned only when the weather began to change for the worse and made it back to the stables just before the downpour started. “I don’t suppose you could give me a hand?” He called out as he dismounted. “I want to get this old boy sheltered fast before he gets drenched.”
Xavierre internally raised his eyebrows at that. Was this man seriously asking him, a king of a great kingdom to do the work of a lowly commoner? For a split second it brought back a flash of memories and feelings of how he had been mocked, harassed and forced by the supercilious noble young boys of his father’s court who had leered and held high disdain for his bastard blood, to do the most demeaning of tasks. Tasks whereby the imagery of it, was definitely not for the faint-hearted. For a moment, there Xavierre thought about turning his heel and telling the man to figure out a way for himself. After all, one should know how to take good care of one’s own possessions, should one not?
However Xavierre’s ever foresighted and tactical mind reminded him that it would be unwise to take such an action. Xavierre had a reputation to keep after all. A pristine image of a benevolent and helpful ruler. Thus, plastering on his smooth and everyday-used seemingly good-natured and warm smile, the king of North Nabar then proceeded to grab a few required items before making his way closer to other. “Of course, I’d be glad to to,” he smiled as sincerely as he could. “Has he gotten wet anywhere? I have a towel. Also, have you managed to walk him yet before making it in here? If not, one of us can rub him down whilst the other walks him around this large stable.”
irina didn’t necessarily enjoy the jousting. she thought it was a little … archaic. brutal. and truthfully she didn’t see the fun in all of it. BUT , here she was anyways. watching the boys bloody each other up and call it a spectacular time. when the king revealed himself she was quite taken back. kings did NOT participate in such gruesome games. and of course , now that he’d announced himself … the others feared to step forward. “ your majesty , are three wins not already a stunning accomplishment ? ”
Instantly recognizing the maiden as Princess Irina Firth, for Xavierre had very long commit to memory the details of every royal family as well as important nobilities, the adrenaline-infused king then gave a respectful nod towards the princess before answering, “ Yes, it is quite. However, why should one stop at three, when one can have more?” he grinned in a slightly devil-may-care manner.
looking back now , jade wished she had been more welcoming of her new husband . she remembered how isolated she had been , and how understanding he was . it wasn’t something the young queen was used to after the years with her parents . she had never wished to go back in time so badly .
her cheeks rose in color at his kind words . what had jade done to deserve him ? endured all of those years with her parents , maybe ? whatever it was she was grateful for it all now . “ you flatter me so , husband , ” she whispered , hiding her face in his arm for a moment before she pulled back and looked up to him . “ only the fourth ? what outranks even me ? ”
The look on her face and the way she shyly hid in his large, muscular arm was just too endearing and Xavierre wished he could just caress her face and plant a kiss on her dear features right there and then. But he couldn’t. They were still in public and no one could ever know how madly in love he was with his wife. Anyone could steal or destroy another’s most prized treasure if they knew what it was and in no way could he allow anyone to take Jade away from him like they did his mother and as well as few other things he treasured previously.
And so he settled for clasping her fair hand into his large tan one and squeezing it affectionately. “How is it flattery when it is the actual truth, my dear wife?” he grinned. He then chuckled out loud at her question. “Nobody.... Well, actually, there may be a couple of other beings as well as a tangible item that outranks you slightly, but mostly it is you outranking yourself,” he grinned unrepentantly, knowing that he was speaking in riddles, but oh how fun it was to tease his titan-haired beauty once in a while.
Ronan should have kept his mouth shut, he knew he should. Every bone in his body was telling him to shut his mouth but he wasn’t ever good at listening to this voice. Usually he didn’t listen to it, he’d been in trouble more times than he could count but he never seemed to learn. “I wouldn’t speak so loud your majesty.” A smirk came to his face, “Someone in the pure royal bloodline of Nabar might hear you and take matters into their own hands.” Ronan didn’t care about Nabar’s war at all, they could all kill each other for he cared. But if he wanted to poke he would.
Xavierre merely laughed lightly at that insinuation. “In a middle of a peace summit with the whole world watching? No, I think my brother is more wiser than that, so you needn’t worry my good man.” His good natured-smile was wide, but it didn’t exactly reach his eyes. One of the things Xavierre hated the most were fire-starters or pot-stirrers and this man appeared to shaping out to be one of them. The other’s usage of the word ‘pure bloodline’ did also tick a great sensitive nerve within him, as it always did ,ever since he was old enough to understand the difference between him and his half-siblings, but as he grew up he had long learned how to control his outward ire and grow a thick skin. That was not to say that those kind of sayings did not still have a bitter sting in his soul. He continued with his genial temperament. “What about you, my lord? Might you want to come and try knocking me off my horse instead?” he teased.
As far as weddings went, this certainly had been one of the more disastrous ones. With both the death and the disappearance, rumours were flowing through the castle like wine at a banquet and even though no one could be certain of what had truly happened, Alaya knew which theory she believed. Lady Rose has been a family friend for years and even though she was sure most people were hoping that this was a case of a kidnapping, she hoped that it was the other option - that Rose had refused to allow herself to be trapped into a marriage with someone she couldn’t stand and so had murdered her husband and fled. Alaya wished she had done the same thing on her own wedding night, but alas she had only found her courage years later.
If that was the truth then she was quietly applauding Rose for it, but such an action had put herself in a rather awkward position as it now looked like Aryndale did not support the peace between two long-feuding nations if Rose had indeed done what the scene of the murder implied. Alaya had been on the way to the scene to take another look for herself when she crossed paths with someone in the hall outside the room just as she reached for the door handle. “Please don’t think ill of me for returning to such a grisly scene, I just wanted to see for myself if there was any suggestion left behind of what happened to Lady Rose.”
Xavierre smiled and inclined a respectful nod of his head towards the stunning red-haired woman, whom he instantly recognized as Alaya Frey, a princess of Aryndale. As King, he was always well-prepared before attending any social event and as for the rulers of each kingdom as well as important noble heads from each, he from years ago done his extensive research on them with some help of course. “Oh no, there’s no judgement here your highness. For I myself, have the same purpose of returning to this scene and I would more than expect all the Frey royals are even more anxious to find out what exactly has befallen the poor Lady Rose,” he smiled benevolently. “If I may ask though, was the lady a close friend of yours in any way?” his facial expression showed some concern.
“When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures of emotion, creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity. ” – Dale Carnegie
the queen had her arms resting in the curve of her husband’s elbow . she was taking in the winter of this new land , and the beauty of the wedding . it took her back to her own wedding day . she had been polite and poised then , and even up until she was crowned queen , then she stripped her parents of their title . she looked up to her husband . “ my love , ” she whispered , squeezing his muscle tightly for a moment. “ do you remember our wedding day ? ”
Xavierre glanced back down at his wife with a smile that held both slight amusement and care for the woman. As much as he deeply, genuinely and whole-heartedly loved her ( and she knew it too ), he could never fully display full acts of affection towards her in public, for as he had explained in private to her before, he didn’t want anyone to think he had a weakness or vulnerability to exploit and she was, as of present, his biggest vulnerability. When he had first entered this particular marriage, he had never thought that his heart would be on the line, only hers, as he had initially planned to capture her heart and trust and only meant to pretend, to share his. After everything he had been through growing up, it was extremely hard for Xavierre to trust anyone let alone let them in and truly fall in love with someone. But then, the almost unimaginable thing happened with Jade and despite his original reluctance and inner denial, he finally succumbed to the calling of his heart and embraced his unexpected destiny of really loving his wife for everything she was. However, he had to be careful. With his current role as king and with Nabar still divided over two kingdoms and two leaderships, Xavierre had to be very diligent in making sure that no one , except for Jade of course, knew of the depth of his affections for her. No one must ever knew how much he treasured and cherished her, for that fact could potentially be used as a weapon against him. No one, not even Jade herself could dissuade him from his belief that everything he chose to do, was done out of concern for both of their safeties. So whether she was truly happy with him being measured in his displays of affection for her when they were in the public eye, he had to pay it no mind and perhaps tried to make up for it when they were privately on their own. He ALWAYS HAD TO BE VIGILANT. EVEN FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE MOST LIKELY.
Still smiling and loving the warmth and closeness of her body and grip on him, he then answered,” Of course. How could I not? Even though we were not in love at that time and barely knew much about each other, it was the day that you officially became my WIFE as well as the day where our lives were fully intertwined and we became as ONE,” he smiled a little wider. “You were the most breathtakingly beautiful bride I’ve ever seen and you still are, “ he reminisced. “Lady Rose up there pales so much in comparison to you, my love,” he said in a low tone, for her ears only. “Our wedding day has now become my fourth favorite memory,” he admitted.
Xavierre smiled and thanked the couple who had just congratulated him on his wins with great appreciation, sincerity covering his tone of voice. In high spirits and the best of moods, the king of North Nabar then strode into the Great Hall in his usual ever-confident gait. For when did Xavierre not looked confident? And if he ever felt uneasy or slighty unsure, the male was always very careful to NEVER EVER LET IT SHOW. He COULD NOT... show any weaknesses. A principled he had drilled onto himself eversince a young age and had always lived by since then. For who would place their trust, confidence and faith in him as a leader if he show vulnerabilities that could easily be attacked at or made it used of? And Xavierre always needed every single ounce of support he could get, especially from the nobles and other royals, due to his origins. From the moment he had started craving acknowledgement, admiration and love desperately, the hurt young boy had deemed the crown as the solution and thus worked his way up in winning the hearts and confidence of as many people as possible with accomplishing every single goal of his own, pro-actively helping to solve the problems of the country and overcoming every single challenge slowly but surely as well as perfecting the golden persona of a compassionate and strategic leader.
The jousting tournament had finally taken a break for lunch and though kings were usually not encouraged to partake in this particular sport for their own precious protection, Xavierre simply just couldn’t stay away. He loved jousting and melee’s, the latter being a way where he could finally let out some violence ( a result of long, well-hidden rages) without being judged wrongly and the former, was yet another wonderful opportunity to showcase his skills. He had disguised himself at first for the fun of it, not revealing his true identity till he finally won for the third time. Feeling rather euphoric and with adrenaline still coursing hotly through his veins, he then glanced around and cheerfully grinned,” I’m still looking for a harder challenge, my lords and sirs. Who wants to get knocked of their horse by me after our midday meal?” he teased. It was normal to for contestants to get a little cocky during tournaments like these, all in the name of good humor and entertainment.
The last wedding he’d been to was his own. He’d stayed away from others since then, it did nothing but pull him deeper into his own sadness. Right now he listened to the music playing in the hall. He’d done his duty as a lord of Aryndale, said his congratulations to a woman of his home country. Right now sitting here he could do nothing but think of Nehir and something he was almost certain he’d never have with her. Dorian went to stand, finding the nearest servant to grab another drink but when he tried his head spun. “Perhaps I’ve had too much of this.” Looking at the empty glass in front of him he shook his head, “Or not enough.” @imperialstarters
Recognizing the older male as she was walking through the hall, Ara’s expression then shifted into one of her most commonly worn ones; concern; upon suddenly noticing his condition when he tried to stand. The youngest princess of Aryndale immediately rushed over to him, the sound of her heels click-clacking quite loudly against the floor for she had always struggled in mastering the art of gliding across gracefully as a proper princess should. “Lord Till, are you allright?” she asked, looking him over.
“Oh, no I was planning on just residing here.” Siofra was in one of the common rooms somewhat away from the main proceedings. She would go along with her ladyship for the actual ceremony but she had no wish to join in the festivities. Despite the idea of peace she was somewhat hesitant to join in such a big group just yet. “I am sure everyone will have plenty of fun without my hovering.”
Aracelia immediately shook her head speedily at that last statement. “Nay, what folly do you speak of Siofra? I could never truly enjoy myself in festivities such as these if you are not around. Especially if you’re sitting around all alone in here,” Ara’s features softened to one of her ever-common expressions of concern. Ara herself was used to sneaking away to pursue her growing number of very unique hobbies and quite often, that resulted in her being alone as there were only very few genuinely nice people among the nobility who shared the interests of taking care of avian creatures, pottery-work and wood-carving, as those small passions of hers usually involved a lot of rough, extremely dirty, messy and hard work. Despite wishing she could have more company to share these experiences with, as least her mind and hands were very much occupied and the long and arduous process work of it always brought her a great deal of satisfactory joy. She couldn’t imagine just sitting around idly, twiddling her thumbs in an empty room. “However if you insist on staying in, then I shall join you my dearest Siofra,” the auburn-haired princess grinned widely. Though she had been quite curious and interested to watch the archery event, this beloved older woman who had been a huge part of Ara’s childhood would always come first and it wasn’t as if she didn’t largely enjoy Siofra’s company. Very much the opposite in fact.
tamla kari, 25, aryndale, demi woman. ––– i believe that is aracelia “ara” frey, the princess of aryndale. they are twenty five years old and are known to be very compassionate & tenacious, though they can also be very awkward & secretive . they remind me of ; a lack of gracefulness and flustering at parties, ; surrounded by piles of books, clay and wood, and ; finding joy in nurturing and protecting young minds.
Backstory: ( fat-shaming tw, bullying tw )
No one really knew what to make of Aracelia, who went by her preferred nickname of Ara as often as she possibly could. she was A LOT of things but a royal and regal princess?? She so far seemed certainly not.
She was certainly not openly brave, bold, popular nor was she sociable, elegant, crafty. The type of traits many would love to see in charming princess. She sometimes wished she had the confidence and charm that many nobles and royals possessed, and which they could choose to naturally turn on smoothly as silk anytime they wanted. All, in all from her early years till now, she never really felt that she fit in or lived up well enough to the be the a princess and in her mind, she had to be the oddest duck out of the whole Frey clan.
She was born a brightly red-hair child, yet another red-headed Frey, though her hair naturally turned into a more auburn colour as she grew much older. Poor Ara was a slightly weak baby who didn’t have the best of health initially. The servants had often told her the tales of how she was assailed by a new physical illness every now and then during her babyhood, toddlerhood and early childhood, right up till she was 7 years old. After that year however, her health gradually became better and better till they no longer lived with the with the fear of her suddenly catching a new sickness every few months and possibly dying young.
From a young age, her soul had already nurtured a HUGE and almost insatiable love for learning and knowledge. She would read any book or document under the sun which she could find or get her hands eagerly on and her love for learning did not only extend to the books alone. No, she loved to learn all sorts of physical things too, despite not being very good at most of them, but that never really bothered her as she was pretty content to just soak up the knowledge like a sponge. There were a few things that she naturally excelled at and to her joy, she found an immense source of passion in doing those few hobbies/interests.
She was an extremely loving, open and kind girl with a very soft soul and tender heart. Too soft, that was one of her biggest downfalls and weaknesses perceived by many. She was never openly courageous enough to be persistent in vocal protests whenever she didn’t like something nor to confront someone when they did her wrong. She failed and struggled at holding onto grudges and eventually all of these did cause quite a number of people to bully her and sometimes manipulate her when she was growing up.
She was also a chubby and very plumply rounded person when she was a young girl, her facial features more clumsy-looking and had a little bit of a gap-tooth, though that closed up by the time she was 11. Her weight did earn her a lot of petty bullying and veiled insults amongst some of her peers, which she tried her best not to take to heart and remain optimistic, though it did break her down enough sometimes to go and cry quietly away. Despite her sadness, her weight didn’t really bother her at all, as she didn’t really care how she looked and knew that it was her heart and soul that counted the most, but what did bother and trouble her, was how people could be so mean to someone that hadn’t done them any harm, and superficial as well. A concept that she couldn’t really wrap her head around. Thus it was the harsh treatment that got to her and would sometimes make her cry, not much on how she looked. Her smartness in knowing what mattered the most, was what made her able to go about her days pretty well, pouring her focus and attention to the people she cared about, as well as into her studies.
She eventually outgrew out of childhood weight when she hit her puberty at 11 and throughout her adolescent years, her facial features did change and her small gap teethed closed as well making her “rather pretty”
by society’s standards.
Despite her intelligently book-smart brain, she somehow struggled with being a proper lady as she lacked a certain gracefulness and she was never really interested in socializing enough to attract suitors. In fact she was rather miserable at being forced to attend events and activities not of her choosing and awkwardly stumbled at smoothly charming the nobles and royal people at social events , especially ones who wore masks and unfortunately for her , a lot of individuals she met, did. She was too open to be able master the ability of wearing masks quite successfully. She never did really like wearing accessories or fancy gowns which many did deem as odd, for her taste in clothing were more of a plainer style, simpler designs but still quite sweet. She also liked to wear more practical clothing when she was busy with her own personal work and in her opinion, simple commonfolk men’s clothing were the easiest and most comfortable.
Her hobbies more extended to ones frowned upon proper and refined ladies of her society, such as taking care of birds and pottery-work, though the latter one was more to the knowledge of family and close friends. ( i’d tell you guys how those two hobbies came to be picked up about despite being frowned upon, but i think i have rambled away too much already in this intro post hahaha XD)
As she grew much older she quietly did pick up an even deeper understanding on social living standards and struggles the working class and more especially the poverty-ridden ones faced, the more she grew out of her sheltered confines of her home. During the later years of the war, it greatly tore her heart on how the children were impacted by the effects of it. Their chance in education ( be it practical skill-learning or books) were swept away due to many ordinary men being called away to war and a lot of the kingdom’s money was used for the military. Many villagers found themselves without shelter and food. Unable to withstand it, she took it upon herself and with the help of her ladies-in-waiting to set up shelter homes for the orphans of war and for families with children who were suffering. Working tirelessly non-stop, she actively did everything she could to provide protective shelter, food and clothing for as many children as possible. She knew that even money in the royal treasury was tight, thus she sold as many of her expensive possessions as she could. Collecting up whatever confidence she had within her, Ara also wrote hundreds of letters to every royal and nobility which she knew and/or heard of in the allied kingdoms, as well as from the neutral kingdom of Gydina, for help with funding for her little foundation. Thankfully some of them came through and formed a support network for her. Ara also was determined that the children would not suffer without education during these trying times so she tried to implement some lesson times with a small group of volunteer tutors. Even now with the war over and the economic situation having improved steadily over the past year, she still maintained her part-time teaching job to the under-privelleged children who wanted to learn and her orphanage homes.
She has also for the past year and a half secretly taken up the hobby of wood-carving from an old manservant who used to serve her family and through dedicated practice, she has also developed quite a good enough talent for it. Thus this activity has now been added to her small collection of passionate hobbies.
Location: Outdoors where the archery event is being held.
@imperialstarters
“Another almost impossible dare?” Zhu Ting tsked, shaking her head slightly, though her smile was both a mixture of benevolence and dry amusement at her small group of handmaidens and two others. “ How long are you incorrigibles going to keep this up? You do know that I am not going to cave that easily and lose this bet right?” she chuckled lightly. “Alright, fine. One last dare and if I still pass it pretty well, you do know what you guys have to do for me in return. Agreed?” Her irrepressible companions just giggled and nodded enthusiastically. Zhu Ting laughed lightly again. Her laughter which was something not commonly heard as often as in the past, was genuine with mirth. Her shoulders sighed in acquiescence , though a very tiny but merry twinkle could be detected sparkling at the corner of her usually cool eyes. She really needed this after so long. To be teased and to actually have fun with people instead of just drowning in pain by her solitary self.
“Alright, fine.” Picking up a long arrow and placing it properly on her bow, she then inquired the important question. “So, what and where’s the target?” When they finally told her what it was, she almost couldn’t believe her ears. “You’re jesting right?” she asked incredulously, her voice going rather loud in her shock. Her face turned around to look towards where the whole group were pointing at. There at a branch of moderate height from a large feet some many feet away from where she stood, a tiny and empty medicinal clay pot was perched atop it. Sighing deeply, ( why again did she agree to this final dare? ) Zhu Ting then walked forwards but unfortunately her path was accidentally blocked by another. “Excuse me, pardon,.. but may I please kindly request you to move aside for a moment? It is rather urgent, “ she spoke as she glanced up at the other person.
The news of the death had come as a shock to her. It was supposed to be over, this wasn’t supposed to happen any more. How many more of her countrymen was she going to lose? And this one had happened right under her nose, to one of the family’s advisors, and she had not been able to prevent it. The guilt was eating her up inside and Alaya could no longer maintain her composure. She had to get somewhere she could be alone, just for a moment, just a moment to express her pain without witnesses.
But she could not make it to her room before she turned a corner in the hall and let out a guttural scream that could have sent the old bricks crumbling. It was her own fault for not waiting until she was in private, but when she looked up with shaking breaths to see someone stood there, her eyes narrowed. “Do not dare speak of what you just witnessed to anyone.”
Zhu Ting had turned around startled and in great shock at first. She had at first wondered if she should go over to help. Was the woman in actual physical pain or letting out a harsh cry of terribly, painful anger? Zhu Ting had felt the latter a couple of times before in the past ; first when her father died and later on, when Alaric shattered her heart to a million pieces. Her question was soon answered when the titan-haired lady looked up and gave her that sharp warning. Understanding her predicament all too well, Zhu Ting then silently nodded, her expression indifferent for it was none of her business after all.
She almost made to walk away, but then a last thought struck her. “Do you need any other assistance?” she asked in a matter-of-a-fact tone, just to make certain that the other was not physically hurt in any way. There were no visible signs but what harm was there in being sure. Zhu Ting had walked slightly nearer to the other woman but still maintained a respectable distance of boundary, her posture still straight and refined. This woman didn’t really strike her as one that would entertain looks of pity or great concern. At least that was what Zhu Ting gathered from those warning words alone. “Or would you like me to fetch someone or something for you?” she asked genuinely concern, but only showing it on a moderate level in her tone.
@imperialstarters / ❝ you’ll excuse my tiredness . ❞ cigar lifted to lips , a deep inhale following his words . he’d not been there a day and yet he was already in dire need of something stronger . ❝ the journey was long and turbulent . and i arrived just to be accosted like a common thief . ❞
“I’ve just been through an extremely arduous journey myself, so I know exactly how you feel,” Zhu Ting gave a small, empathetic nod to the other. “If you would like, sir, I could request one of my handmaidens to help brew you some strong wolfberry tea,” she inquired politely. The House of Yuan were never one to begrudge anyone of their generosity and having being led by example through her parents eversince a young child and seeing the comfort and happiness it brought others, generosity too became a natural trait in Zhu Ting. One that she couldn’t even shake off even if she happened to spy someone she vehemantly hated in fatal pain or in extremely dire need of help. It would be very hard to resist her nature in giving out a tiny effort of assistance at least even if she cursed their very existence.
His last words however made her turn her glance up at him fully, a surprise springing to her countenance. “Oh my. How did that happen exactly?” Her doe-shaped eyes roved over him alertly to detect any sign of injury.
tang yan, 32, gydina, cis woman. ––– i believe that is yuan zhu ting, the lady of styria. they are thirty two years old and are known to be very agile & creative, though they can also be very mercurial & headstrong. they remind me of ; an array of silks and soft chiffons twirling around a gust of wind ; the passionate strokes of vivid paint colours, and the thrill of seeking out hidden alcoves and unique caves behind waterfalls.
Backstory: ( death tw )
Zhu Ting grew up in the extremely wealthy, influential and large noble house of Yuan, who ruled over the duchy of Styria in Gydina. ( yes i did take the exact real life duchy from austria as I felt that charmingly exquisite region would be perfect for her family XD ) Her parents, the intimidating and powerful duke as well as his strictly proper wife, were very firm, extremely principled, enterprising and fair people who could also be generous to the less fortunate at times. She's the 2nd daughter and 4th child out of 6.
Her parents, though loving and fair people, were also very prim and proper and pretty strictly traditional when it comes to raising their kids especially. Thus, Zhu Ting can be considered to be quite the rebellious daughter in a way - in terms of trying to be true to her self and her own beliefs & love for freedom in doing whatever delights her? More of a fun rebellion and though her parents sometimes ended up being frustrated with her, they still accepted her choices to a certain degree... eventually... Hence, she maintained a still loving and good relationship with them. Zhu Ting is very artistically inclined and is a very talented painter. She also loves dancing and is skilled playing the dizi, ( a Chinese transverse flute ) and guzheng ( chinese zither ). And she used to adore parties when she was younger .
She did use to flirt around quite a bit during her youth, but it was all just for fun and nothing really serious as she is a true romanticist at heart and wholly believes in love, romance, soulmates and all that jazz. She would never marry for less and she still maintains this stubbornness despite her late father's and now older brother's ( who is the current duke ) exasperated attempts to get her married off.
Zhu Ting used to be this this bubbly, very openly affectionate, always frank about whatever emotions she was feeling ( as she always spoke what was on her heart & mind and failed at keeping a poker face, so her facial features were always very expressive ) , willfull, highly passionate and vividly chatty girl. Due to her highly passionate nature, she can also be rather mercurial with her temperament/ behaviors. However after her heart suffered heavy blows : first; by the unexpected demise of her father about 2 years or so ago, and then by alaric gydina whom she thought was the great love of her life but he then still left her , despite her emotional pleading, to go through with his arranged marriage , this noble lady has finally wisened up and matured even more.
She's less idealistic about love now , though her stance on marriage still stays. She's more subdued, more mature, less giddy, more realistic and softly graceful in her movements ( due to being and agile dancer and also cos she's less excitable in nature now ) . She's also better at keeping a poker face now. And she's also grown to be more subtly sensual over the years. Zhu Ting is still kind and generous. She can also be pretty genial and warmly social during MAJOR events where she has to be for the sake of politeness and to help maintain her family’s image.
Wanted connections ( !! )
Family ( I need her siblings, her sibling-in laws and her newphews like I need air, please <33 Large family ftw! )
Best friends and close friends
Acquaintances
A friend that drifted apart
Pen-pals
Someone she doesn’t get along with / enemies even
Childhood sweetheart/ first love
Former suitor (s)
People she used to flirt with
A former, pretty serious betrothal that her father tried to coerce her into, but she eventually succeeded in getting out of it in the end.
A fake courtship to get her eldest brother and nagging older aunties off her back
Art buddies
Musical buddies
Someone whom her father hired to teach her some self-defense in the past
And any other thing you guys desire or can think of <3
