Multiple Settings Soldier, Poet, King - Main

[Fluffy Cookies]

( Coca-Cola will start)

 

[Coca-Cola]

The king sat on his throne reading a book his eyes skimming over the pages. he was invested so deeply into the book reading it he did not seem to see his daughter MJ trying to get his attention. Over time, she gave up slowly but surely.

 

[Fluffy Cookies]

Moira followed her father closely, her hood pulled over her head to hide her stark-white hair. It wasn't common for people as young as her to have white hair.

 

[Cabbagefrog]

Renton's eyes skimmed the edge of the city, the kingdom of this land, moving to the side as to remove himself from the path of a traveling horse pulled wagon.
" It never gets any easier..." He told himself out loud, with a sigh of pity.

 

[monkeydoll555]

Artie was just sat in his room, looking out the window of his room. Gods, was he starting to wonder what life would be like if he wasn't the prince. He was currently planning a way out of the castle to get downstairs and have some fun. Being the heir currently sucked quite a lot.

On the other hand, Simon was busy wandering the market, his daughter in tow, looking for bottles of ink and paper to write more poems on. His mind was full of poems in this moment, and he wanted them all out. Now.

 

[Fluffy Cookies]

Moira glanced up at the castle nervously. Soon she will have to perform for the royal family like her father has. Hopefully, she would make a fine impression.

 

[monkeydoll555]

Simon paused. Ever since the death of her mother, he had been more concerned about Moira than anything. "Moira, don't be nervous. I'm sure you'll do fine." He encouraged with a soft smile.

 

[Fluffy Cookies]

Moira nodded and follows closer, humming softly as she went.