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A Heart For A Kingdom - Four sisters, one chance to become the king of Ember.
The rain was aggressive. Pouring in sheets to the ground, and swaying every which way in the wind. Thunder rattled the large windows of Isabella's bedroom as she gazed outside to the front of the castle, where carriages were already arriving for the kingdom's suitor welcoming ball. The King's adviser had high hopes that one of the suitors would win one of the hearts of the princesses. Isabella, wasn't so sure she'd be losing her heart to anyone in only one night.
The sisters had all gathered in her room, and were getting ready for the event. Mainly, it was their maids and servants who were dressing them, fixing their hair. Things Isabella was perfectly capable of doing. Isabella felt herself gasp suddenly when the maid tightened her corset. She fluttered her eyes a bit. "Ouch." Isabella whimpered out, feeling her waist to see if it was still there. "I'm sorry, your majesty." The maid said. Isabella didn't mind form fitting clothing, but this was quite a bit overdone. The maid sat her down at her vanity and brushed through her soft dirty golden waves.
Ever since her father's death, Isabella had not been herself. Neither had her other sisters. How could they be expected to be so spontaneous about a ball when their parents had only recently been buried two weeks before?
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A Heart For A Kingdom - Four sisters, one chance to become the king of Ember.
Read more about this resource...Behold, Ember. A greatly powerful kingdom nestled in Medieval Spain.
It is notorious for being the home of four princesses, all currently grieving the loss of their parents who disappeared on a ship in a storm. Immediately after their tragic disappearance and assumed death, the king's advisor sent for wealthy suitors to stay at the kingdom from foreign lands, in hopes one of them would...
The rain was aggressive. Pouring in sheets to the ground, and swaying every which way in the wind. Thunder rattled the large windows of Isabella's bedroom as she gazed outside to the front of the castle, where carriages were already arriving for the kingdom's suitor welcoming ball. The King's adviser had high hopes that one of the suitors would win one of the hearts of the princesses. Isabella, wasn't so sure she'd be losing her heart to anyone in only one night.
The sisters had all gathered in her room, and were getting ready for the event. Mainly, it was their maids and servants who were dressing them, fixing their hair. Things Isabella was perfectly capable of doing. Isabella felt herself gasp suddenly when the maid tightened her corset. She fluttered her eyes a bit. "Ouch." Isabella whimpered out, feeling her waist to see if it was still there. "I'm sorry, your majesty." The maid said. Isabella didn't mind form fitting clothing, but this was quite a bit overdone. The maid sat her down at her vanity and brushed through her soft dirty golden waves.
Ever since her father's death, Isabella had not been herself. Neither had her other sisters. How could they be expected to be so spontaneous about a ball when their parents had only recently been buried two weeks before?
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