#{margaux.}

[a-baldwin]

[iruludavare]

@saxvie || Starter Call!

     Though the girl has heard of Kalos once having a royal family, never did she imagine that the line would have continued up until now, and that those descendants would still hold both their titles, and the prestige that comes with it all. To say that being called upon by such a family unnerves the grand duchess greatly would be naught but an understatement-- in truth, she is utterly terrified; so afraid of making one, foolish mistake and bringing upon herself a sort of shame that could not easily be removed. Yet, the trainer stands here now, in amongst extravagant halls, adorned in fine clothing, before what she can only assume to be the not the queen, but instead someone that must be in line for the throne. With a stiff, hesitant set of movements, Serena opts to bow her head, and performs the slightest of curtsies before speaking up, her tone soft and unassuming-- uncertain and, quite frankly, more anxious than she has ever been in her life thus far.

          “Your highness. It is an honour to meet you,”

     Surely, that would be seen as acceptable? While the heroine is no stranger to formalities, never in her life did the girl think that she would be meeting royalty-- in fact, no-one has truly prepared her for such a thing. Pale hands move to subtly grasp at each side of her coat-- an action done if not to prevent her from assuming an inappropriate sort of posture, then to ease her frantically beating heart.

          “...Though I... I don’t understand why you would ask for me like this. Have I done something wrong?”