#princess k

[princess-distressed]

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4, 18,31

4: Who is someone they have hurt?

(Princess K's littlest sister. The details no longer hold well in her mind, of what happened. She couldn't possibly articulate it without becoming frustrated and violent. Her name was Faustina.)

18: Neck or shoulder kisses?

"I prefer to kiss others rather than being kissed. If one must kiss me, I would suggest the shoulder. It's less likely to get you hit across the face."

31: Do they have a comfort food?

"Well. I probably shouldn't say liquor, should I? ... I like a good cherry pie."

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8, 27, 38

8 and 27 were answered here!

38: How would you describe their decorating style?

"I prefer things to be rather neat, but not boring! I love to drape fabrics on the walls and seating, I love to hang fine jewels even just for decoration, I love florals... Pink and Green are my best colors at the end of the day. I just want to return to my bed at night and feel surrounded by a soft, clean atmosphere, like sleeping on a flower..."

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8, 16, 27

8: Is there anyone they currently aren't speaking to? Why?

"I wouldn't say so. I generally avoid interacting with my father when I can, but we have to speak for political reasons every now and then. As for why, one only need spend a dinner with him to understand how he sucks the light out of a room."

16: What is the most romantic thing anyone has done for them?

"I've been offered many expensive things by possible suitors, but it was generally for political and monetary gain, and it stopped some time ago once the men close to my throne started meeting unfortunate ends. My father doesn't even try to set me up anymore, he simply needs a son- even to adopt- to take over when he's gone. As such, my romantic experience is little. But there was a girl- the daughter of a maid- in my youth who brought fruits and candies to my bedside when I was sick. She kissed my cheek and ran away giggling."

27: Any fun scar stories?

"I have few scars, and the ones I have aren't very interesting. These tiny scratches on my shoulder are from one of my aviary doves who landed on my shoulder and gripped particularly tight with little birdie claws. She grew up to be my Elise, my favorite messenger dove, and quite the odd little thing she is!"

[princess-distressed]

This just popped into my head randomly - is your dove okay??

@cobblers-wife

Yes!! Elise came back safe and sound the night before the Hunt with a letter from my father. She's a very resilient little thing, even with her chronic shaking!

[princess-distressed]

Princess K has not been hunting in a long, long time, much too preoccupied with business and frivolities. Father loved to hunt, but he spent his best years waiting for a son to hunt with him, not a daughter- and so they both missed out on that chance.

K wore a comfortable dress that ended just below her knees and tough leather leggings, along with the doeskin gloves Sierra had sent to her the night before, which had a good grip on them.

She gauged the forest from where she stood at the treeline. She'd chosen a dagger... perhaps not the best decision compared to the range of a crossbow, but she had plans for traps and such, and was light on her feet anyhow. Her aim was nothing compared to her stealth.

The Princess quietly and quickly made her way into the woods, slipping between trees and ferns like water, magical hunting dagger and rope in hand. She absolutely needed this to clear her mind, even if she didn't catch sight of anyone- but, then, she did.

Roll: 5!

@your-evil-adviser

[princess-distressed]

A knock arrives at Princess K's door. A footman of short stature waits near the door, anxiously glancing at the guards. He waits to announce a delivery from @cobblers-wife .

Inside a wooden box is a pair of doeskin gloves with a note that reads:

"I hope that I did not worry you with the talk of my lack of childhood memories. I had so much fun yesterday, yet I realize I never asked more of your own poetry. I cannot wait until we can talk again. Your friend, Sierra."

K was a little frightened when the package showed up- she'd been quite holed up in her room once she received a letter back from her father the King about her kingdom's army- but she was brought out of her frustrations by the package that had come for her. A wooden box with fine, velvety doeskin gloves inside, along with a note.

She read it once, quickly, then twice with more thorough intention. Her friend, (my, a friend!!) Sierra, had written many unneeded apologies into the note, as seemed to be her nature. K smiled, and felt the ache in her face from not having really smiled or smoothed the furrow from her brow all day. She would have to show off these fine gloves tomorrow- they would be fitting for the Hunt.

[princess-distressed]

(The princess sees two people seemingly bickering near the competition grounds. It's hard to figure out what it's about, because it's in another language.)

(One has a shimmery indecipherable appearance, likely a sort of faerie. The other has the build of a knight, with a sword hanging off a belt around her waist, but she's wearing a long dark blue dress that goes over one shoulder and reaches the ground.)

(The knight appears to give up on the conversation and crosses her arms, leaning against a post to watch the most recent winner be celebrated. She spots the princess and seems almost embarrassed to be seen like this.)

..Hello, fair lady, are you enjoying the festivities?

((hihi sorry for the rp ask I hope it's not a bother !!))

Princess K jumps slightly once she realizes she's the 'fair lady' in question. She nods calmly, surveying the appearance of the elegantly dressed knight before her. "Very much so, yes. I'm not familiar with the contestants so far, but I am interested to see how each one goes about their craft." K tilts her head, trying to come up with the name for this stranger, but she ultimately concludes they haven't met. "May I hear your name, fair knight?"

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*a silent guard finds you and hands you a small wooden box. They say nothing, but nod and leave when you take it in your hands.

Inside the box are two vials labeled Arsenic with a parchment of detailed information on what doses will make someone sick and what doses will outright kill a person. Alongside it is a note.

For your protection. It mixes well in wine and can barely be tasted by the victim. Despite the danger lurking, you still have allies in these halls - Princess M.*

@madprincesshours

Princess K stiffens, then relaxes- it's a difficult feeling. Both, being so close to a weapon of death, and to be the person in control.

She tucks the vial into her gown pocket, along with her notes, and the hairpin she carries as a sort of makeshift weapon. "Thank you, Princess M," she whispers to her empty room. It's good to feel like I have someone looking out for me... and to feel that I am in control once more.