The prince and his bride.

[Narumi]

(Could you start? We could have this in modern times, like today @Maya)

 

[Maya]

(okay, I'm cool with that. Ill pm you my character sheet first)

 

[Narumi]

(Okay)

 

[Maya]

(sent it to you, let me know when you want to do yours)

 

[Narumi]

(Okay. I will do mine tomorrow--UK time, when I get my tablet)

 

[Maya]

(cool beans)

 

[Narumi]

(Ready when you are)

 

[Maya]

(i need ur character sheet bro so i know how to make my character react xD common sense)

 

[Narumi]

(Common sense? What do you mean by that?)

 

[Maya]

(i meant, if you want the beginning of the role play to go as we discussed, i need to know what your character looks like, her personality.)

 

[Narumi]

(Okay)

 

[Maya]

Prince Charles Casimir sat in his room, on his bed with a notepad in his lap and a writing utensil in his hand. He was trying to design a piece of paper to give to the news papers that he was holding a grand ball. But he wanted it to look sophisticated, yet elegant. He was allowing all princess' and their families to come and dance. To wear something elegant and in style. His father wanted him to try again on trying to find the right princess to marry. But he couldn't just go Hey! You hot princess! We're getting married! It wasn't his tone of texture. He wanted to do things right, being romantic and himself. If he didn't do that soon, he would be forced into a marriage with a woman he didn't know by his father's choice. Charles grunted and crumpled up yet another piece of paper and tossed it into his already over flowing trash bin of bad invitation ideas.

 

[Narumi]

Katia was shifting in an uncomfortable manner as she sat in a silver sequin dress and had a tiara on her head. She was sitting on a throne as her mother fussed around with her hair, telling her to sit up straight and smile. She was going to be meeting yet another troupe of princes, deciding on which she would marry. She would most likely decline them all, as she always did. She was rather picky.

 

[Maya]

Prince Charles softly smiled once he had finished the design of the invitation he wanted. He snuck through the castle and went inside the stables, wearing the modern clothes he possessed. "Stable boys, saddle up my horse, quickly." They nodded and did so, then Prince Charles got on his horse and rode into town. He tied his horses' reins outside the news store. He handed the little paper boy the invitation behind the desk. "Prince Charles wants this put in the paper for the higher class." The paper boy then nodded and quickly delivered the paper to his boss as Prince Charles decided to ride around town and buy fresh farm fruit to snack on.