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[matteonbm]

flashback; still an innocent

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Matteo's mother had told him she didn’t want to see him sobbing over his adoptive parents. So, he had honored her wishes and decided to hide in the garden until he stopped. As of now, it had been two days. He was aiming for the week. Or forever. 

It was surprisingly easy to hide there. His brothers liked to ignore him. His parents didn’t care. So, it must have been his tutors who noticed his absence. Now, the staff was searching everywhere. Meanwhile, he was munching on unripened berries. They were sour and delicious. 

Matteo wiped his eyes. That was when he noticed a familiar shock of hair. No one in his life had ever had hair like his cousin Serenity. With little fanfare, he shot out of the bush, realizing belatedly he would probably scare her.

“Serenity! I missed you,” he said, engulfing her in a hug. “Everyone is so mean here!” He tried not to sob, but it was happening nonetheless. Still, he managed to compose himself after a bit. “How are you?’

[cecilianbm]

a very merry unbirthday

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It was as if a horror movie was happening in front of her eyes. Minsoo was attempting to make a dramatic exit, an attempt to keep in character in front of Serenity. Now, there was tea all over Serenity’s dress. Did they behead people here for spilling tea on a member of the royal family? Oh crap, this was a terrible way to spend... someone’s birthday. She still wasn’t sure why she was here. That was the last time she accepted a random invitation just because the host included cookies.

Now, Minsoo felt like she was about to vomit. She avoided looking at Serenity in the eye. Gasps were heard around the room as Minsoo began to dissolve into madness.

“I am sure we can just clean that up,” she said. 

Minsoo began to dab at Serenity’s dress, only for the stain to get worse. Oh damn. She was going to die because of a dress accident. Minsoo swore under her breath for a moment.

“Don’t you have a backup dress? Don’t princesses travel around with those?”

[matteonbm]

a cold front

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Matteo stared down the long table. The upcoming winter meant the family always felt a need to have a dinner. He was fairly sure it was just a way for his father to keep his uncle in line. They discussed their newest horses and compared children. It always ended the same. With his father stating “Well, at least I am king.” Then, there would be silence and grumbling.

Matteo was on the right side of the king. He had been promoted to that spot recently and his mother directly placed on the left. All fairly normal. What wasn’t normal? Serenity had been placed next to him. Usually, she would be shoved to some end in another powerplay. Maybe his brothers were messing with him. Sometimes, Matteo suspected they would rather see Serenity as queen than their half-brother as king. 

hey probably switched spots with her just to annoy him. Of course, there were witnesses, so Matteo had to suck it up and be polite. Mostly.

“Hello, cousin. Enjoying your trip to this end of the table?” Or, maybe not.

[cecilianbm]

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Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse

Because Serenity is still in love with the real Cecilia sorry not sorry.

But also, Cecilia definitely hogs the blankets.

[matteonbm]

family dinner

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Matteo stared down the long table. Elementalists were dispersed around them as they were the guests of honor. Of course, everyone knew it was a political move. After all, how would it look if the royal family relegated the elementalists at the end of the table during the Harvest Moon? That was basically admitting they were still segregated. 

Matteo was on the right side of the king. He had been promoted to that spot recently and his mother directly placed on the left. What didn’t make sense was how Serenity had been placed next to him. Usually, the king did his best possible to show his superiority towards Matteo’s uncle. Maybe his brothers were messing with him. Sometimes, Matteo suspected they would rather see Serenity as queen than their half-brother as king. They probably switched spots with her just to annoy him.

Of course, there were witnesses, so Matteo had to suck it up and be polite. Mostly.

“Hello, cousin. Enjoying your trip to this end of the table?”

[cecilianbm]

dance the night away

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Send🍂for our muses to go dancing.

Minsoo was going to have to talk to god about this in the future. There was no reason for him to put her through this much just because she was a little rude in her past life. She hadn’t remembered much about the Harvest Moon in the books, but she hadn’t heard of it involving dancing in Elestren. Apparently, she was wrong.

A spontaneous dance floor had been created in the square. Which was fine, except for her random partner. Serenity. The person who hated her most in the world. Aside from her future killer, she was the last person in the world Minsoo wanted to see.

She didn’t think medieval Europe was so progressive, but apparently the author had been. There was no way to get around her dancing with Serenity now. Minsoo stared. She supposed they both curtsied now, right? She cursed whoever had pushed her into the dance floor.

“A pleasure to dance with you, your highness.” She should have had more of the merchant’s spiced brandy. 

[cecilianbm]

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🐑 Sheep: What is a comfort item you own? 

“Thankfully, I’m not too attached to material things. However, there is a crotched blanket in my room that is incredibly warm. It is very comforting, especially on rainy days.”

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[cecilianbm]

a meal to remember

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The Fire Lily Inn was one of Minsoo’s favorite restaurants. Today, there were fresh flowers everywhere, a reminder of the upcoming celebration. While Minsoo didn’t know much about the Harvest Moon (she wasn’t even sure if the book even mentioned it), she had gathered it was the most important holiday of the year. 

The seasonal dishes were supposed to be delicious, including a stew that would “make her believe she had met god”. So, Minsoo had dragged herself from her comfortable cottage to eat there during the lunch rush. Unfortunately, there weren’t many tables and she had been forced into someone’s company. This could have been tolerable, if it had been anyone else. Well, anyone else who didn’t hate her.

“I would think a princess would be able to find her own table.”