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@pinkprincesscake
Princess Ambrosia has arrived!
Hello, knights, jesters, princes, and other medieval characters on Tumblr! I've decided to make my own little blog for playing around in this little RP community. I can't exactly predict how active I'll be on here, but I'm gonna give this a shot! Details under the cut!
Ah, Princess Ambrosia @pinkprincesscake is it not? I believe we may have crossed paths in the Gilded Lantern once or twice. Prince Finton, most pleased to make your acquaintance.
(sweeps a courtly bow)
I should like to know you a little better, your highness, if I may. Could I interest you in a turn about the floor?
Well! It wasnât long before someone asked the princess for a dance. Ambrosia smiles at the prince and gives a quick nod to her knight, who releases her.
âPrince Flinton, it would be my absolute pleasure to get to know a gentleman such as yourself. Of course you may have a dance.â
She offers her hand.
Finally, the event she was looking forward to as much as the feast. Princess Ambrosia may not have been prepared to enter her knight into the competitions, but she was DEFINITELY prepared for a ball. When her costume is secured, she makes her entrance with Sir Graham at her side. Sheâs dressed like a delicious strawberry cake, fluffy skirt decorated with white fabric patterned like frosting and bright red fruit. Beside her, holding her hand, Sir Graham wears armor the color of delicious milk chocolate with fine white details. Together, they look like a sweet fantasy good enough to bite into, and who knows? Maybe someone will have a sample before the night is through.
@mrknightside started following you
Why hello there, good sir knight! I donât think Iâve run into you yet this ball. How have you been enjoying the festivities?
Hello, miss! I arrived late and I've spent most of my time avoiding the host, I fear. I haven't done much besides talk to some comrades both old and new (and some other things a lady doesn't need to hear about). Either way, I do like how the baron has cleaned up the place! It would be nice if it were like this all the time, but alas.
Well, that seems like a perfectly good way to spend a ball! Itâs not often you have a chance to socialize with so many friends at once. I too have mostly just been gabbing this whole week!
So then, are you saying you know the baron and his castle already? If that is the case, why would you want to avoid him..?
Ah, yeah, I worked for him for a bit. He fired me, and I think we're lovers? I haven't properly asked, though. I did, uh, strangle him right before the ball, though, and I did work with the army outside the gates for a while. I quit, though. Currently only work for a certain fae prince.
O-oh! I see then. So your personal history is quiteâŚfraught! I understand.
Well! I had best be on my way! Plenty still to see and do! You enjoy yourself!
@mrknightside started following you
Why hello there, good sir knight! I donât think Iâve run into you yet this ball. How have you been enjoying the festivities?
Hello, miss! I arrived late and I've spent most of my time avoiding the host, I fear. I haven't done much besides talk to some comrades both old and new (and some other things a lady doesn't need to hear about). Either way, I do like how the baron has cleaned up the place! It would be nice if it were like this all the time, but alas.
Well, that seems like a perfectly good way to spend a ball! Itâs not often you have a chance to socialize with so many friends at once. I too have mostly just been gabbing this whole week!
So then, are you saying you know the baron and his castle already? If that is the case, why would you want to avoid him..?
Sir Gills can't blame the crowd for their somewhat lukewarm reception. they're unknown here, and not even the exciting sort of unknown that a few of their competitors can boast. they've removed their pauldrons and braces (their gauntlets have been missing for who-knows-how-long), leaving just their padded gambeson and leather gloves; the gambeson, at least, is freshly laundered. looking a good deal more confident than they feel, they wave to the crowd (some cheers and whistles sound in response, which makes them smile) and face the target, lifting the tournament bow.
--the crowd is cheering, waving banners and kerchiefs. the sun is hot and brilliant, and Gill's eyes sting in its radiance, but they grin nonetheless as they lift their bow. the grip is so well tailored to their hand, it might as well be a part of them, and their form reflects the ease with which they nock an arrow and draw back the string--back straight and proud, knees relaxed, a squeeze of their shoulder blades, then the hiss of the arrow--
--the arrow thuds off-center. Sir Gills grits their teeth behind their visor. they can do better. they check their feet, adjust their stance a few degrees, and nock a second arrow.
--smoke sears their eyes and sticks in their throat. the inside of their helmet reeks with it. their back and arms and shoulders burn with fatigue, but they lift another arrow with trembling fingers and grunt into the spasming pain as they pull it back, aiming for another of the twisted figures that have their brothers cornered. please. please, gods--
--another thunk, and it's outside the bullseye again, just in the opposite direction. damnit! their face feels hot, and it's not just the daylight or their breath trapped behind their visor. well, fine, at least it'll be over. they lift the third arrow, giving it a little roll in their fingers and taking it a moment to breathe. come on. easy.
--their stomach growls so loudly it's a wonder that it doesn't startle the fat little rabbit, nibbling on the clover patch just on the other side of the clearing. it's probably poaching. they don't know the laws here. but no one's been by the cottage in the few days since they arrived, so Gills assumes no one will miss one stupid, succulent little rabbit. they just have to hit the damned thing, and it feels like it's been years since they last held a bow. Gills slowly pulls back the string, the croak of it deafening--
--"fuck's sake," they mutter as the third arrow hits the outer ring. quickly, they put on a (figurative) smile and turn to face the grandstands with an exaggerated shrug. at least the crowd laughs. they raise the bow one more time and wave, and hand the weapon off to the next contestant. it would be proper sportsmanship to stay and watch, go sit with the others and accept the jibes and ribbing, but it feels like some old wound is torn open that doesn't need any extra salt. they linger a few more moments, then duck away as the next round is fired.
Itâs hard for a knight like Sir Gills to go completely unnoticed when they break away from the group. Princess Ambrosia catches the mushroom-afflicted knight sneak off, and something tells her to go after them. Maybe it was intuition that something was wrong, maybe it was simple curiosity about such a unique character. Either way, she followed.
She didnât really try to be sneaky about it, willing to be discovered and questioned if Sir Gills wanted. Otherwise, she would follow them until they reached a more secluded, private spot before she spoke up.
âSir Gills, was it?â
They don't get far. out of view of the crowd, at least, but by that point, Gills resigns themselves to the presence behind them as more than coincidental, and they slow down to peek over their shoulder.
Oh. "That's right, uhm... Your Highness?" they guess, and bow, although the gesture is a bit perfunctory. they think that's right, anyway--the woman is easy to recognize and certainly has the bearing and the outfit of royalty. "How may I be of service?"
Princess Ambrosia smiles and gives them a deep nod in kind. âDo not worry about service. I only came to talk, if that is alright with you.â
She stepped a little closer. âMay I ask why you donât wish to see the rest of the archery contest?â
"Ah--well, it's," Sir Gills clears their throat quietly. they attempt a smile beneath the shadow of their visor, and they are pleased by the attention, but there are so many heavy things swirling in their head, and they don't know how to explain--don't know what to explain--especially to a member of a royal family.
"It just--frustrates me, doing so poorly. I don't want to think about it." they set off again at a slow walk, not in any particular direction. "And it brought up memories I don't want to think about, either. Does Your Highness not wish to watch the rest of the contest, either?"
Princess Ambrosia walks with them, folding her hands in front of herself. âI see,â is all she says at first. She knows she mustnât pry into the knightâs private thoughts so soon after they just exchanged their first words. âI donât mind missing the archery. My knight wonât be participating for some time, and Iâm much more entertained by combat and jousting anyway.â
they brace themselves for more questions, and the relief when the princess doesn't dig further is almost palpable. their gait relaxes incrementally. "They're a lot more interesting to watch, aren't they? The joust especially, I think, and watching how horse and rider work together."
my knight. Gills wracks their memory from the banquet before. "Your Highness's knight is... Sir Graham, is that correct? What is he competing in?"
âIndeed! I love watching the teamwork between man and steed,â she agrees.
Princess Ambrosia smiles and nods at Gills. âYes, that is him. Has his name been traveling the wind?â She looked excited to hear that. âAt this rate, he may only be able to join the archery contest and the hunt. We joined the ball a tad late, and I didnât realize there were competitions I could enter him in until the last moment. There may not be anyone for him to face.â
She shrugged, an easygoing smile still on her face. âIt is what it is. I brought him here first and foremost for my attention and company.â
@mrknightside started following you
Why hello there, good sir knight! I donât think Iâve run into you yet this ball. How have you been enjoying the festivities?
@pantheon-peasantry started following you
Why hello there! It is always nice to be visited by the common people. Can I help you?
Tea and cakes outside?? Princess Ambrosia is thereâas is Sir Graham, of course. She hopes there is a great variety of sweets available. Itâs time to test her knightâs sweet tooth.
Percival had been wandering the halls for too long. Quick, kind conversations were on the back of his mind. Even that interesting comment from the Chancellor couldnât fight the fog of what Percival actually cared about.
He bites the inside of his cheek. He tries to focus on the rest of his body. Keeping his posture calm, but straight. His eyes lingering only long enough to gather information. Still, he canât help how his hand tenses at his side.
Then, almost like answer to his anxiety, he turns a corner to see exactly who heâs looking for. Thereâs a moment of relaxation thatâs snuffed out as fast as he realizes someone else is there. Another knight, andâŚ
A princess. A smiling princess.
The reason in his mind says she must be being polite. Though, that reason is very hard to listen to.
âDearest!â He calls out as he steps to them. He smiles, though his eyes do not soften. âBrummbär, I was looking for you for what felt like ages. I didnât expect you to be so far off.â
He smoothly moves to hold Brummbärâs arm, hand landing on his wrist. Percival grabs tightly, digging his nails in through the fabric.
He looks over to the princess. Pretty. He disliked that, in the context. âWho is this?â
@servileseneschal @pinkprincesscake
"Oh-- My Liege!" Brummbär winced at the the contact with Prince Percival but tried not to react -- he had to keep up appearances in front of his two new acquaintances. His mind stuck to the firm feeling on his wrist, but honored his prince's request "Please meet Princess Ambrosia, and her knight -- Sir Graham. I was just discussing a possible visit to your kingdom, Your Grace..." The Seneshal smiled pleasantly, shooting the princess a fleeting glance of surprise... He wasn't quite expecting the price to make such an appearance, but a part of him was happy to be found... He was concerned over the Prince's actions, of course, but that could be dealt with later. "Princess Ambrosia, this is my liege: Prince Percival of Freehold."
(@pinkprincesscake , @royally-loved )
Princess Ambrosia looked surprised as well and a tad puzzled. She wasnât quite sure what to make of the princeâs actions and the way Brummbar appeared to wince at his contact. Even the way the prince spoke when he looked at her seemed off. Was the prince quite alright?
For the sake of politeness, she pushed aside her suspicions and gave the prince a curtsy while her knight bowed to him. âIt is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Percival,â she said to him.
Percival nods, returning a polite smile. The tension in his body seems to relax slightly from the proximity to Brummbär. Thereâs still a glimmer of something in his eyes. Itâs hard to pinpoint.
âHow lovely. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Princess Ambrosia.â He returns a slight bow. His words flow smoothly enough itâs almost easy to forget how tightly he held his seneschalâs arm. âYour presence in my kingdom would not be refused.â
His eyes flit over Ambrosia again. The details of her clothing were fine. Clearly someone from a kingdom with enough access to resources she wouldnât be hurting for trade. Glancing to her knight, the polish of his armor implies the same. Perhaps even a lull in the need to protect the land his princess held⌠perhaps. Percival would have to research.
Then, he looks once more to Brummbär. The tension in the way the Seneschal set himself was a bit clearer than Percival would have liked. He shall fix that soon. Very soon.
âSeems I showed up just on time. Itâs almost like fate, isnât it?â He asks, returning to the conversation with a playful hum to his tone. âI swear, itâs difficult to find anyone in this keep. A boon to the Baron, and a struggle to outsiders.â
âYes, it is quite a large castle, isnât it? Iâll likely spend the whole day trying to map it out.â Princess Ambrosia replied. Something still felt a little off about this fellow. She tried to discern the look in his eyes and the glances he gave to Sir Brummbar with no luck.
Trying to just ignore it all, she and Sir Graham gave him another bow. âWe deeply appreciate the invitation. Perhaps we can decide a good time to visit before the ball is through.â
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land started following you
Good day, my lady! It's great to see a fellow princess taking advantage of this calm day. I've been seeing more of Lord Caldwell's castle today. How have you been spending your time?
elizabeth grins widely at the lovely princess greeting her. âoh why hello there!! lovely to make your acquaintance princesss! iâve been spending lots of time in the library, and i just was heading down to the stables to feed some horses.â
dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, she adds, âi convinced the gardener to give me a few spare carrots and apples so i can spoil the lovely creaturesâŚ.. they did so well at the tournament; i couldnât help but want to go visit them.â
Princess Ambrosia gasps, her own smile growing wider. âOh, are the stables open for visitors? I simply must go there. I love saying hello to some good horsies!â she cooed. âHow can I find them?â
âwell i tried to go visit them earlier in the week, but came upon some knights and a sad looking sellsword having an argument, so i decided to come back later, but if you just go out the back servantâs door, the stables will be right there!! there are some lovely horses, all very well taken care of; itâs nice to see that knights still care for their noble steeds,â she replied, eyes brightening when talking about the sweet horsies.
Princess Ambrosiaâs smile faltered slightly at the mention of the argument, but she made no comment of it. âAh, I see! How convenient. Iâll have to make my way over there some time before dusk. What a relief that the baron keeps his steeds healthy.â
Percival had been wandering the halls for too long. Quick, kind conversations were on the back of his mind. Even that interesting comment from the Chancellor couldnât fight the fog of what Percival actually cared about.
He bites the inside of his cheek. He tries to focus on the rest of his body. Keeping his posture calm, but straight. His eyes lingering only long enough to gather information. Still, he canât help how his hand tenses at his side.
Then, almost like answer to his anxiety, he turns a corner to see exactly who heâs looking for. Thereâs a moment of relaxation thatâs snuffed out as fast as he realizes someone else is there. Another knight, andâŚ
A princess. A smiling princess.
The reason in his mind says she must be being polite. Though, that reason is very hard to listen to.
âDearest!â He calls out as he steps to them. He smiles, though his eyes do not soften. âBrummbär, I was looking for you for what felt like ages. I didnât expect you to be so far off.â
He smoothly moves to hold Brummbärâs arm, hand landing on his wrist. Percival grabs tightly, digging his nails in through the fabric.
He looks over to the princess. Pretty. He disliked that, in the context. âWho is this?â
@servileseneschal @pinkprincesscake
"Oh-- My Liege!" Brummbär winced at the the contact with Prince Percival but tried not to react -- he had to keep up appearances in front of his two new acquaintances. His mind stuck to the firm feeling on his wrist, but honored his prince's request "Please meet Princess Ambrosia, and her knight -- Sir Graham. I was just discussing a possible visit to your kingdom, Your Grace..." The Seneshal smiled pleasantly, shooting the princess a fleeting glance of surprise... He wasn't quite expecting the price to make such an appearance, but a part of him was happy to be found... He was concerned over the Prince's actions, of course, but that could be dealt with later. "Princess Ambrosia, this is my liege: Prince Percival of Freehold."
(@pinkprincesscake , @royally-loved )
Princess Ambrosia looked surprised as well and a tad puzzled. She wasnât quite sure what to make of the princeâs actions and the way Brummbar appeared to wince at his contact. Even the way the prince spoke when he looked at her seemed off. Was the prince quite alright?
For the sake of politeness, she pushed aside her suspicions and gave the prince a curtsy while her knight bowed to him. âIt is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Percival,â she said to him.
@most-mid-lady-in-the-land started following you
Good day, my lady! It's great to see a fellow princess taking advantage of this calm day. I've been seeing more of Lord Caldwell's castle today. How have you been spending your time?
elizabeth grins widely at the lovely princess greeting her. âoh why hello there!! lovely to make your acquaintance princesss! iâve been spending lots of time in the library, and i just was heading down to the stables to feed some horses.â
dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, she adds, âi convinced the gardener to give me a few spare carrots and apples so i can spoil the lovely creaturesâŚ.. they did so well at the tournament; i couldnât help but want to go visit them.â
Princess Ambrosia gasps, her own smile growing wider. âOh, are the stables open for visitors? I simply must go there. I love saying hello to some good horsies!â she cooed. âHow can I find them?â
Spring dango, 2026-04-23
wonderful weather rn to make out with a flustered knight who keeps telling me how improper I'm being but he's breathing a bit too hard and has stuttered one too many times for me to take him seriously
Prince Arsene! It is so good to see you here. Iâve come a day late, and I must know, did I miss anything important during introductions? I am attempting to connect with our eccentric host to thank them and introduce myself, but I hate to be out of the loop due to my tardiness!
-Princess Ambrosia
((Please tag me @ pinkprincesscake so I donât miss your answer! <3))
Princess Ambrosia [@pinkprincesscake] finds the Prince near Castle Bloodhaven's main door, where he stands overlooking the grounds and watching the various retinues, guests, and deliveries as they continue to arrive and set up about the grounds.
His eyebrows rise in recognition and he smiles warmly as the Princess greets him and approaches.
"My dear Princess Ambrosia! How utterly delightful to see you again, my sweet. Never fear, you've arrived just in time. Yesterday was primarily occupied with coordinating carriage traffic and seeing everyone settled into their rooms, so I assure you that you've missed little of particular note."
He bows and kisses the Princess's hand with his customary flamboyance and aplomb.
"In fact, I would say you've arrived at the perfect moment. So far as dear Mortimer is concerned, I'm sure I've seen him around somewhere, but as I'm sure you well know the role of host is tireless, and they've been flitting about from one guest to the other to make sure all are settled and attended to as is fitting."
Arsène offers his arm to Princess Ambrosia.
"Would you perhaps like a tour? I've become rather familiar with the place in all the visits I've made to help poor Morti make all the necessary arrangements. At the very least I can show you where to go for tonight's feast~, and perhaps we shall stumble across the Baron on our way."
[@evilbaron ment]
Princess Ambrosia giggles as her hand is kissed. "Oh, dear prince, every the charmer, as always! I didn't realize you were here not just as a guest, but as a coordinator! Whatever hand you had in this event, I am thoroughly impressed so far!" She takes a moment to fluff up her hair. "So, Mortimer, is it? Glad I have something to call our host besides Evil Baron should I run into him. I had no idea you were acquainted with this castle and its lord. I would love a tour."
Prince Arsène laughs brightly and lets the Princess finish her primping before twining their arms together.
"Oh, indeed! You could say I'm something of a.... let's say a patron for this little endeavor, and I've become quite well acquainted with Lord Caldwell as a result. I'm delighted that all my efforts meet with your approval thus far."
He leans in conspiratorially and stage whispers, "Just wait until you see what I sweet-talked the Wizard Gemini into conjuring up for us. I never want it to be said that I don't know how to throw an unforgettable party."
He gives the Princess a playful wink and then leads the way into the castle, through the imposing wooden doorway and down the dark stone halls, heading towards the entrance to the Great Hall.
[ @evilbaron @geminimeowdust ment]
Princess Ambrosia looks tickled pink to have her arm linked with the prince's. Her eyes light up when he mentions the surprise he's arranged. "Arranged a party at an evil baron's castle and convinced a wizard to conjure a surprise? My goodness, you have some powerful friends, don't you?"
Fully trusting prince Arsene, she follows him towards the Great Hall, very excited to see what else awaits them in this castle. It is always said that evil lords have impeccable castles.
Prince Arsène chuckles and gives the Princess another winning smile.
"I believe I've told you before, oh sweetest of princesses, I make it my business to know everyone worth knowing."
As the pair make their way down the corridor, the sounds of lively chatter from within the Hall begin to grow.
"Ah! Good. It seems that most have already found their way on their own for the opening Feast. You see, Princess? I told you, you have excellent timing. I'm sure you must be simply famished from your carriage ride."
As they approach the opening to the Hall, the doors open on their own as though moved by invisible servants and the excited sounds of the guests within spills out.
Within, long tables are laid out with sumptuous decorations and food. Some guests sit at the tables, conversing with their neighbors, or otherwise mill about chatting as floating trays of small nibbles or refreshments float between clusters of attendees.
"Where would you like to start? I believe the lovely Jester's performance will be beginning very soon. Would you like to watch?"
[ @jester-of-hearts ment]
âHello Prince Arsène! Princess Ambrosia (@pinkprincesscake) a pleasure!â Having walked over from his seat at the high table he does a small bow to them both, âI hope I am not disturbing to ask how you both are doing this fine evening?â
Her eyes shine when they reach the central hall, reflecting all of the candlelight inside. "Oh, don't you worry. I've come with an appetite." She follows the path of several different floating trays, looking astounded. "My! Are those being piloted by magic, or is this castle attended by ghost servants?" The latter seemed a nonzero possibility here.
At the mention of the Jester of Hearts, her grin turned vampish. "Ah yes, I heard the famed jester would be performing tonight. Knowing them, I very could be distracted from the food no matter how hungry I might be."
With all of the people, the dishes, and the show to see, Princess Ambrosia nearly missed the man approaching them. She stopped just in time to catch him bowing. "Oh! Why, no, no disturbance at all." She tilted her head before offering a small curtsy in return. "I assume you are our gracious host, and I see you already know my name. Thankfully, your patron, the prince, has informed me of yours as well. A pleasure to meet you, Lord Caldwell."
"It is an absolute delight," *he says bowing a very formal and deep bow,* "Princess Ambrosia, why yes I was informed of your arrival, and might I say a gracious thank you for the cake. It will be served tonight alongside the other desserts."
"How do you enjoy Bloodhaven and this strange country, your majesty?" *He says, smiling softly as he takes out a chair to sit with the two attendees.* "You don't mind me joining, do you?"
"You know I can't ever get enough of your company, Darling."
Prince Arsène smiles at Lord Caldwell, the curl of his lips and weight of his gaze carrying a sort of familiarity more than the simple warm friendliness he'd shown the Princess so far. He takes a moment to appreciate the fine care taken in the Baron's appearance, eyes lingering in a few key places.
"I'm sure Princess Ambrosia won't mind either; will you sweet one?"
[ @pinkprincesscake ment]
D....Darling?
At first, Princess Ambrosia had felt rather excited and flattered to think that Lord Caldwell, celebrated host of the event, wanted to join her and the prince for the feast. She was going to tell the baron that it was her pleasure to provide for his guests, oh, she just loved few things more than a good feast, of course you can join, the more the merrier!
But the entire conversation seemed to go off-kilter when the prince responded to the baron, and it all started with his use of the word darling.
She turned to Prince Arsene and realized the way he was looking at the baron, making little mistake of just where his gaze lingered. Even the prince's attitude seemed so different.
Suddenly, she had the distinct feeling that she was more a part of the background to these two men's interaction. Refusing to be a mere third wheel, she smiled back at the prince. "Why, of course not. The more, the merrier. In fact..."
The princess snapped her fingers, and in but a moment, a knight who had previously been blending into the crowd now came to his lady's side. As he crossed his arm in a bow, Princess Ambrosia showed him off proudly. "This is one of my finest knights, Sir Graham. I've brought him along to participate in the festivities and to check that all of the food tonight is poison-free."
She gave the quickest little wink to her knight before turning back to Lord Caldwell, face sympathetic as she held a hand to her chest. "Please don't take any offense to this. I do this at any foreign feast. It is my advisors' insistence. As to your question, I can't say I haven't yet seen enough of your country to know what's so strange about it. I'm sure I will get my chance to explore as the days go on."
Prince Arsène turned his assessing and appreciative gaze to the Princess's loyal companion.
"Oh my... My dear Ambrosia, I simply knew you had the most excellent of taste. I certainly hope no one has been fool enough to attempt any funny business with the food. Firstly, it would make me quite cross, but also it would be a crying shame to deprive ourselves of such an excellent view."
He leaned in to speak quietly into the Princess's ear.
"Sweetling, you simply must tell me at some point where you acquired such a lovely specimen. How ever do you manage to get anything done with him about? I would be most distracted."
Okay, it was becoming abundantly clear where the princeâs true interest lied. Ah well. As long as he made no attempt to charm her knight away from herâŚ
Sir Graham responded to the obvious, admiring gaze and compliments with a small bow of his helm. His shoulders tensed as he crossed his hands behind his back. âThank you, your highnessâŚâ he muttered.
Princess Ambrosia giggled when the prince murmured in her ear. âHeâs one of the great results from the kingdomâs training academy. Served me well for several years now, and believe me, he can be quite the distraction. Itâs hard to be at my best behavior with him.â
She turned a mischievous, sideways glance his way while smirking. Sir Grahamâs poise just became more tense, his helm tilted just a little further down. One could almost hear little beadlets of his sweat hitting against his armor.
"I'm sure it is!"
Prince Arsène returned the smirk, a playful and roguish glint coming into his eyes.
"I do hope we can be very good friends, my dear Princess. I think I should quite like the opportunity to witness what happens when you're not on your best behavior. Is your companion the jealous sort? Shall we tease him?"
With that he plucked a strawberry off a nearby tray and took a luxuriant bite of it.
Princess Ambrosia giggles again as she looks Sir Grahamâs way. Well, if theyâre going to share in tormenting her knightâŚ
âOh, I think he can be,â she answers. âThough he will always try his best to act indifferent.â
Indeed, at the moment, the only indication he gave of paying attention to the two of them was his helm now raised in their direction again.
Seeing the prince take a strawberry made her want one, so she plucked up another one and traced it over her lips before taking her own bite.
âY-your highnessesâŚâ Graham murmured.
Nicko Cecchini (Canadian, d.o.b. unknown) - Defensive Measures (2026)
