Fantasy kingdom of Karth re-boot

[Umber17]

Elise was about to say nothing when someone bumped into her, she triped on her dress and tried to ballance her self with julians hand, til he let go. She fell on her bottom. She was so embarassed. Queens dont fall over.

 

[giraffesarebetter]

"No, no, Sir. It was that imbecile's fault, the one who knocked into me." She hurries to help her sister up, blushing red. She can't believe she knocked her sister on her bum.

 

[dawnfire321]

"Are you alright, Queen Elise?" Julian asked her. He should have thought to help Elise up quicker than that.

 

[Umber17]

Elise stood up, with help, and smoothed her dress down. She was the picture of calm. "Im fine, thank you." She put a hand on the small of her back. It hurt a little.

 

[giraffesarebetter]

"Perhaps you should sit down, sister." Illia suggests, placing an hand on her arm.

 

[dawnfire321]

Deciding he had already embarrassed himself enough for one evening, Julian said, "Your majesty, your highness, it's gottenquite late. If you'll excuse me, I think I'll retire to my room this evening." (Might I suggest a time skip to morning?) 
Winnamine had taken up a post by a drinks table on the edge of the hall. She was sipping her- she'd lost track at this point- a glass of wine and watching the dozens of people dancing, talking, laughing; faking everything. But that was the way these court functions went. People lied and cheated and acted, trying to gain power and influence in any way they could. Winne was playing much the same game. She could only hope that she would win.

 

[Umber17]

Elise nodded at her sister. "Yes, lets sit. Goodbye lord Gustav." Elise sat down on her throne again, gesturing for her sister to sit next to her in a slightly smaller chair. "How clumsy of me."

 

[giraffesarebetter]

Illia sits on the edge of her chair, hands in her lap, back straight, ankles crossed. Like a lady. "It was by no fault of your own, Elise. You were pushed."

 

[Umber17]

Elise shruged "queens dont trip." She said simply. "Have you been enjoying yourself Illia?" She said, looking over the ballroom floor.

 

[giraffesarebetter]

"Not particuarly. I enjoyed dancing with Sir Julian, he is very good. The rest of the evening, I have mostly been conversing with Anastasia." The princess says this all in the same, matter of fact tone.

 

[Umber17]

Elise looked over the room, noticing a shy looking girl by the door. "It doesnt look like anyone is having much fun tonight." Elise tapped one finger on her chair and rested her head on her other fist.

 

[giraffesarebetter]

Illia glances over the room. "It looks like you are picking out the unhappy ones, sister. The majority of our guests are having a grand time."

 

[Umber17]

Elise sat in contemplation for a while before asking, "what kind of ruler will i be?" In her mind, there were 3 types. The perfect ones: liked, low taxas, short wars only, never rebellion. The doughy ones: never actually ruled, pushover, too many advisers. lastly, the tyrants: cruel, high taxes, conquering, fear inspiring.

 

[giraffesarebetter]

"I believe you will be whatever kind you wish to be."

 

[Umber17]

Elise scoffed at her sister and rolled her eyes good naturdly. "Thanks Illia." She said, talking a sip of wine.