Thread: Fit For A Royal (PsionicCuttlefish & Frogger)

The youngest daughter of seven, Evelyn -or Evie, as shes affectionately called by family and friends- has little chance of sitting on the throne, of ruling over the small, yet prosperous kingdom of Kaadien. No, the honor lies with her oldest sister, and her husband, shall it come to pass where their beloved father dies. Evelyn has no interest in fighting anyone over it, either. If anything, she will likely serve to forge an alliance with one of their many neighbors in holy matrimony. Of course that will not happen anytime soon, seeing as how she is the youngest, and the shyest. Many peoples attention gravitate to Avelines charming laugh, or Lillias beguiling and flirtatious smile Evelyn looked about as she made her way to the throne room, eyes drawn to the world beyond the windows. It seems it shall be a beautiful day today Perhaps she will find herself outside, if this business with her mother is not urgent. A peek into the throne room revealed that this will be a private affair. No one else occupied the grand space, except for the Queen herself, who happens to be gazing out over the garden. As Evelyn walked in, she could feel the power emanating from the throne itself, oppressive and suffocating. It is a high chair crafted by skilled hands, and with only the finest of oak. A red velvet cushion provides a fraction of comfort. It is also set on top of a three-step platform making it to where it is impossible to escape the scrutiny of whoever sits in it. Many tall windows allow light to pour into the room, just to reveal the numerous tapestries upon the walls. Mother? Evelyn called out, her words cutting through the silence like a knife. You asked for me? First she was met with a pair of green eyes so different from her own and then, between one heartbeat and the next, she was pulled into a warm embrace. Oh! My darling girl! the Queen cooed, pulling away to cradle her daughters face between her palms. Evelyn blushed crimson under the womans attention, and half-heartedly fought to break free. I swear, I never see you outside the library, the Queen said on a sigh, just to shake her head a moment later. Is there a reason you asked for me? Evelyn brought up once she was released, halfway tempted to play with her hair. Having the Queens attention focused solely upon her cannot be good. Yes, yes, of course, the Queen replied in a carefree, dismissive tone, even going so far as to wave a hand, as if to banish the words, or as though the question held little significance. Fiery red was carefully coiffed into an elegant, elaborate braid, though several strands have managed to escape at one point or another. It is only when the light hits just right that veins of bronze, copper, gold and ivory. It is a shame only one daughter out of seven inherited such hair - Evelyn loves the poetry of fire confined to physical boundaries. Dark green eyes came to focus on her once again. I apologize if my affection interrupted something, the Queen spoke up, this time the words thick with something akin to sarcasm, though her voice had a tone which Evelyn could not quite place, but I have a little surprise waiting for you, my darling, and I simply could not wait. I want to see you become the young woman I know you are capable of being. I want to see you, but not so shy. Do you understand? Evelyn did not, however does it matter? Both hands were captured in her mothers, and it was then that she was met with familiar green, the shade that which has always brought to mind of spring colors, no of new leaves adorning trees in the forest just beyond the stone wall surrounding the castle. Go to your room, she was told then. Must she? Dread began to settle about her shoulders like a heavy cloak, though it did nothing to ward off the chill that has went down her spine. Evelyn knows one thing, however it cannot be good, whatever surprise lies in store for her. A hint of red was quick to replace the pink which has painted her features, even going so far as to travel down the curve of her throat and burn the tips of her ears. Y-Y-Yes, Mother, Evelyn found the words to say after a heartbeat, or two or several, gently prying her hands out of those that belong to the Queen. It is definitely unnerving, this situation in of itself. I will go and see for myself. A smile graced her lips, though it was just put on for her mothers benefit, nothing more. Inside her chest, her heart flipped over as if it was trying to break free of her rib cage. Evelyn swallowed past the lump in her throat, and found herself out in the hall once again. It was with great reluctance that she began to do as she was bid, and made her way up to her room. Unlike her older sisters, who have insisted over the years for the finest furniture, the most luxurious of rugs and the like, Evelyn is content with her smaller, more cozy room right below the east tower. It offers her a wonderful view of the garden. It is also close to the library as well, which is something she has come to appreciate in the early hours of morning at times. Evelyn stepped in, a hand lifting in order to brush threads of hair behind an ear. Her eyes swept the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary yet. It was not long until she was pulling aside the curtain revealing her very enthusiastic, very excited surprise. A ray of light fell in through the window off to her left, his right. Of course, a wave of hair had to fall forward right then and there, brushing along the curve of her jaw. Evelyn is petite, slender, though she did happen to inherit her mothers generous breasts, somehow or another. It is both a gift and a curse. Her hair is a waterfall of golden curls, most of which is pinned back by a simple gold pin, one that looks like ivy with small purple flowers. Her eyes -blue, like a spring day without threat of rain- drank in the sight before her that is, until the meaning of such a gift sank in. Between one heartbeat and the next, Evelyn blushed crimson, stumbling away from the bed, him and everything his presence suggests. A shake of her head had hair swaying back and forth, while a hand came up to cover her mouth. N-No Has Mother lost her mind? Does she expect her to-? Evelyn nearly tripped over her feet, on the skirts of her gown, as she hurried out. Upon closing the door, Evelyn fell back against it ever so slowly sliding down onto the floor. Both hands struggled to hide her embarrassment from the public eye. No, no no! It was not until a maid passing by paused to kneel before her, to ask if she is alright, she came to realize she had not moved. I-I, ah Evelyn rubbed at one of her eyes, unable to piece together anything resembling a coherent thought. Do you care to do me a favor? I would greatly appreciate it if you go into my room, and unchain the the present my mother so kindly left me, and take him out. I-I just I cannot Evelyn shook her head again and, stumbling, rose up onto her feet, hands buried in her skirts. I need him out. I suppose give him a room of his own, but he cannot have mine. The heat of mortification licking her features once again, Evelyn turned away and hugged herself tightly. Please Do that for me, will you?