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tampered2014-02-25 09:17 pm
primrosella) wrote in tampered2014-02-25 09:17 pm
To Knight is the Knight
When; February 21
Rating; G
Characters; Rosella (primrosella), Neil (had_not_lived), and Todd (mumbled_truth)
Summary; In which Rosella figures it's probably a more egregious offense to plan a royal wedding without the presence of Knights of Daventry than it is to be presumptious and mint a few of her own.
Log;
[Being engaged, as it turns out, is really a lot less of a life-changing event than Rosella's mother had always led her on to believe. Maybe that's because things that seem earthshattering at the age of seventeen are somewhat less so at the age of one-month-shy of twenty-three. Maybe that's because things are just different when you're a princess and heir apparent in a fairy-tale kingdom as opposed to a princess without a kingdom in a faraway land between the worlds. Maybe it's even because the courtship (she presumes it's safe to call it that, now) had already lasted for years upon years, and so whatever change had really occurred between one day and the next--a few fuzzy sentiments, a new ring on her finger--had been largely negligible in the grand scheme of things.
Planning a wedding, on the other hand, is precisely as much of an ordeal as her mother had always led her to believe (and then some), and that's how she's spent the past three days--running about, planning things, arranging this and that and the other, not really seeking anything too extravagant, but rather just something pretty and memorable, and befitting the bride and groom both.
It's been harder than it sounds.
But if there's one thing she's certain of that simply can't be compromised upon, it's the fact that any wedding she's a part of (as the bride, at least) is by definition going to be a state wedding in some capacity, and this isn't just about letting her mother down if she goes without some recognition of that; it's a slight to the kingdom she loves, and so something's simply got to be done about it.
Fortunately, she has a few potential candidates already in mind, and that's why she's asked Neil and Todd to come out and meet her by the side of the lake in Xanadu this quiet Friday afternoon.
Valor's here too, for once, and for a highly practical reason--she'd taken him around on a set of errands this morning, and the spoils are waiting in his saddlebags while he lazily grazes along the shoreline. Riding him down here in her formal court gown (the one she'd been wearing when she'd fallen into the Fountain, all those years ago), her crown, and her glass slippers certainly wasn't the easiest of ordeals, but it's not as though she might've changed in the forest or anything ridiculous like that, and all things considered she's looking rather put-together as she waits for her guests to arrive.]
Rating; G
Characters; Rosella (
primrosella), Neil (had_not_lived), and Todd (mumbled_truth)Summary; In which Rosella figures it's probably a more egregious offense to plan a royal wedding without the presence of Knights of Daventry than it is to be presumptious and mint a few of her own.
Log;
[Being engaged, as it turns out, is really a lot less of a life-changing event than Rosella's mother had always led her on to believe. Maybe that's because things that seem earthshattering at the age of seventeen are somewhat less so at the age of one-month-shy of twenty-three. Maybe that's because things are just different when you're a princess and heir apparent in a fairy-tale kingdom as opposed to a princess without a kingdom in a faraway land between the worlds. Maybe it's even because the courtship (she presumes it's safe to call it that, now) had already lasted for years upon years, and so whatever change had really occurred between one day and the next--a few fuzzy sentiments, a new ring on her finger--had been largely negligible in the grand scheme of things.
Planning a wedding, on the other hand, is precisely as much of an ordeal as her mother had always led her to believe (and then some), and that's how she's spent the past three days--running about, planning things, arranging this and that and the other, not really seeking anything too extravagant, but rather just something pretty and memorable, and befitting the bride and groom both.
It's been harder than it sounds.
But if there's one thing she's certain of that simply can't be compromised upon, it's the fact that any wedding she's a part of (as the bride, at least) is by definition going to be a state wedding in some capacity, and this isn't just about letting her mother down if she goes without some recognition of that; it's a slight to the kingdom she loves, and so something's simply got to be done about it.
Fortunately, she has a few potential candidates already in mind, and that's why she's asked Neil and Todd to come out and meet her by the side of the lake in Xanadu this quiet Friday afternoon.
Valor's here too, for once, and for a highly practical reason--she'd taken him around on a set of errands this morning, and the spoils are waiting in his saddlebags while he lazily grazes along the shoreline. Riding him down here in her formal court gown (the one she'd been wearing when she'd fallen into the Fountain, all those years ago), her crown, and her glass slippers certainly wasn't the easiest of ordeals, but it's not as though she might've changed in the forest or anything ridiculous like that, and all things considered she's looking rather put-together as she waits for her guests to arrive.]
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Quite the opposite, really. It feels like home--a different home than the one she's made for herself here, but home nevertheless.]
Oh, there you are! I'm so glad you could come!
[She says, moving to hug each of them in turn.]
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[They'd have made the time, no question, even if they didn't have it to spare.
Neil's got manners enough to feel underdressed, but after so long in the City-- and come on, it's Rosella; she's one of his best friends-- he's socially feral enough not to be embarrassed by it. So when she hugs him he hugs her back, taking some care not to bang the voluminous skirts about more than necessary, but all in all writing off the fancy trappings as just that-- fancy trappings.]