princess ximori lucari

maybe i'm ungrateful but i don't wan't this crown is it really so bad that i don't want this life

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halflingkelby:

Finding new places to hide had become something of a hobby for Kelby. The first trick of magic he’d learned was how to make himself invisible – much to his superiors’ chagrin – and it had been serving him well. Still, he sometimes forgot that the spell would wear off in time, and that often resulted in people getting a little bit of a surprise. 

Not realizing that he was now visible, Kelby was confused at first. Was there another person besides him there? He looked around and saw that Ximori was addressing him, and his own cheeks took on a shade of red as well. “Mori… It’s just me,” he said with a sheepish laugh. Kelby helped himself up and gave her a soft smile. “You don’t… you don’t have to leave, and especially not to accommodate me.”

Kelby was absolutely head over heels for the princess, unable to keep the pining smile from his face. Besides Evan, Ximori was his closest friend. And he could see that something was bothering her. “Why don’t we grab a horse and ride out for a while and you can tell me what it is that’s causing you to frown.”

Once the identity of the other person registered, Ximori broke into a smile. “You always say it’s just me like you’re nobody special.” She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him. The hug lingered longer than it probably should, and was tighter than need be. Ximori’s feelings were never as obvious as Kelby’s until they made physical contact. But, unfortunately, she had a role to play and that role did not involve eloping with a stableboy. 

Still, escaping the confines of Tergarron’s walls for a while with Kelby was always something she would look forward to. Being out there was enough to make her forget who everyone wanted her to be. At least for a little while. 

“That sounds like heaven. Have a horse ready in twenty minutes; I’m going to raid the kitchens and meet you at the stables.”

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deliamorran:

“Oh, Princess-” Delia had been feeling more than a little uncomfortable during her visit to the capital. She’d thought that after more than a year carrying the title of Lady of Polda, she’d be used to everything that came with it. The responsibility, the meetings, the hard decisions that needed to be made but she was no more comfortable with it than she’d ever been. This visit in particular, Delia felt sure she was sticking out among the nobility like a sore thumb and she wanted nothing more than to return home. “It’s no intrusion. This is your home after all.” Delia had already begun to gather up her things, her voice shaky as she addressed the Princess. “I can go, you make yourself comfortable. Please.”

Princess. Oh, how Ximori had come to l o a t h e that word. She was sure that in some other life, one where the circumstances of her upbringing weren’t so vicious, that she wouldn’t care to be called by that title. But, as it was, Ximori could still hear the venomous voices of her mad captors echoing behind each princess. Not that she had shared her distaste with anyone. 

“Please,” she sighed “just call me Ximori.” She gave a weak smile and glanced over at the brunette, eyes flashing with brief recognition. “Delia, isn’t it?” Her smile grew a little wider and more genuine. “It’s an honor to finally meet you outside of those stuffy meetings.” Ximori extended her hand. “I have to say, I am an admirer.”

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“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know this space was already occupied.” Ximori’s cheeks flushed crimson as she closed her book and bowed her head. It seemed to become increasingly difficult to find somewhere -- anywhere that wasn’t her room -- that wasn’t already claimed by someone else. “I really didn’t mean to intrude,” she sighed.