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[sonoriisms-blog]

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          ♫ ➝ &&. NOT only had the prince acknowledged her presence, but to both her amazement and slight horror, he’d halted his progress towards the exit of the opera house and instead, turned in her direction. immediately, her thoughts and heartbeat began to race, swirling into an uncontrollably and unsymmetrical rhythm. was...he really walking towards her? was there anybody behind her that he was really looking at? had she misspoken? all the possibilities were making her dizzy. she hadn’t seen him in the flesh for years, and when she had, she’d been a mere child...

         SHE balls her hands against her chest and tenses her shoulders, unsure what to expect--she prays that she’s not visibly trembling. he’d grown so tall...and much more intimidating. he was practically towering over her petite figure...

         « AH--uhm, Y-YOUR MAJESTY, » layla immediately blurts out upon realizing that she’d been simply standing there, speechless, making haste to bow her head in a slightly awkward manner. oh, gods above, she must’ve looked like a fool...

[princess--camilla-blog]

“You’re here, princess!"

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Status: Accepting

♚       "I'm here, brother." The princess smiled, lifting her older brother as if he were a blushing bride. If blushing brides wore full armour on their wedding day and a look of sheer determination on their faces, that is. “Suppose we should get right to it, then? No sense in wasting precious time.”

      She spaced her legs, getting a good footing and straightened her back, before taking a deep breath. After ensuring a steady grip on Marx's pauldrons and knees, Camilla started to do some bicep curls, with her own brother as weight.

♚       "Any specific requests, or challenges for today? Or are you content with the usual amount of repetitions, plus five more?"

[scarletdefender]

{ wonderfully! Hinoka is my Hoshido fave and you absolutely do her justice }

[chivalryinthievery-blog]

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“Of course, Eponine. Thank you for coming to speak with me. I’m glad that you we managed to work out your habit of acquiring the possessions of the more wealthy members in camp.”

Content and satisified with the conversation that had just transpired, Marx crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair as Eponine exited the tent, the flap fluttering in the slight breeze outside. Two fingers moved to grip the royal signet ring that usually adorned his left hand-

Wait. Where was it?

Bursting out of the tent, Marx’s head swung frantically down the rows of near-identical shelters, hoping to catch a glance of where the thief had gone.

“EPONINE!”

Speaking really wasn’t what she would’ve called it... scolding, probably was a better word. In a way, he was basically being just like her father... misunderstanding. And now she was being blamed for something she didn’t do? Just because she did something similar? She would never steal from the wealthy members in the camp! They’re all good guys! Why would she do that? That’s just asking to be tossed back into the deeprealms!

This time, she was miffed, and absolutely furious the second she left his view. That was so mean! Immediately thinking it was her! I mean, sure, she had a similar M-O., but it wasn’t her! And they wouldn’t listen any time that she said it wasn’t her...

But as soon as she heard her name being yelled, she stopped and turned back around to see the Crown Prince of Nohr running as if there was murder in the air. He looked absolutely livid! Sighing, she merely crossed her arms and stayed right where she was. Her tone was absolutely cold, like she wanted nothing to do with the other.

“What? Did you decide that you didn’t cover the topic sufficiently and had more to say?”

[byannaothername-blog]

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“Listen, merchant. I do not care how wealthy you are, or what friends you have, I cannot allow you to attend a Nohrian royal function in the garb you use for travel and work. I had hoped to ease any anxiety by providing you with appropriate attire.”

Folding the proffered gown neatly and tucking it under his arm, Marx’s disappointed glare failed to ease in its intensity.

“I’ll have you know that this is an extremely popular style in the homeland.”                         

     ☙ - “I’m certain that it is, milord. I’ve never seen its equal. ”

       Impressive and intimidating though the crown prince’s glare was, a lifetime of negotiating with nobles had left Anna with a sort of immunity to the ever popular “I am Displeased and You Should Listen NOW” face. Thus it remained simple as ever to keep up her dance of not-quite-falsities -- in truth, the garment was rather the sort of thing that Anna would prefer to stuff in the bottom of her traveler’s bag and never let see the light of another day. 

      No accounting for taste, as it were. She’d have to swap it out for another dress later. 

     ☙ - “And don’t get me wrong, I am immensely flattered that the firstborn prince himself has come to fret over a lowly merchant’s fashion choices. However, I must insist I at least be allowed my cloak. Between the outside winds and the chilly attitude of most nobility, I really don’t stand a chance without it ~” 

     Well, that, and that said cloak was riddled with hidden bottomless pockets full of various ‘magical’ wares to hawk to the unsuspectingly wealthy. Not that that was important or anything.

[regiaservitia-blog]

@ofnxhr

( ☆ ) Humans were truly such funny creatures, in Haydée’s eyes. Starting a full-scale war over...no discernible reason (even the rulers of this planet couldn’t seem to figure it out) was almost enough to convince her that it was too primitive to attempt basic diplomacy.

But she was already in a meeting with one of the opposing side’s princes--a seemingly logical man--so she figured that perhaps she could give this world a chance after all.

“...do you have the feeling that they are going to break down your door?” the queen of Janina hummed, reclining in her seat as her eyes carefully studied every feature of the royal before her. “That they are coming back for more? I certainly hope that it will not get to you and drag you down.” ( ☆ )

[strategiia-archived-blog]

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Robin wished she could say she’d grown used to the Faceless, after months of traveling amongst Corrin’s troops, but she hadn’t. They reminded her, in a way, of the Risen...and while she’d faced plenty of those back home, the mindless creatures were more than enough to put her on edge. Even now, her hands trembled--never mind the fact that their battle had ended hours ago. With a shaky exhale, she took off from the others, intent on finding a place where she might ride out the last of her fears on her own. 

Instead, she nearly walked right into the crown prince himself. 

“My apologies, Prince Xander,” she said hastily, taking a step back. “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

[lacedinsteel]

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“Oh, hello, Your Highness--”

“What an honor, to get to meet the First Prince~!”