Thread: Where it all started (Brainy Girl x Source Code)

Contrary to popular opinion, the princess was not by any means, impressed with her suitors. She had of course known of them, even if she hadn't met them--her days were often spent skipping repetitive and boring classes on stupid Womanly Arts to wander around the market and talk to locals. It beat sewing and idle gossip of her sisters and cousins. Out of all the noble ladies in Thalrin, Phaele was likely to be the most known and loved by the common folk. Often found with a Sprite known as Senna, the pair often brought fresh fruit to the children of the capitol that was sweeter than any cake a chef could bake. She did other things as well she learned about weathers and different kinds of crops from the local farmers, what wild plants were good for dye, food, and remedies from their wives, and even learned a few card tricks from the sailors at the docks. Her contact with the commonfolk was a bit unorthodox but it wasn't anything too serious. After all, her brother Kaelum was going to be king, and her two sisters where betrothed to high ranking officials as suiting the royal family. It was silly to think she should have to get married too. She wasn't even close to the throne and therefore was not as important as her sisters or her brother. Which brought her to her suitors. Two were almost about the age of her father, their hair flecked with grey, and the other was at least ten years older than her father having outlived two previous wives. As a maid of 18 years she wanted no part in being his third, despite his kindness with her. And the other two? Well they just stayed cooped up in their castles, leading people from a distance. What a boring life that would be! Phaele!!! Open the door! I won't let you sneak out from this just cause you don't want to talk about your suitors! The princess sighed. Of course Durihan figured out her hesitation. He of all people knew how she would be up a couple hours before dawn, if only to sit in her garden and listen to the birds. Staying in past mid-morning was almost unheard of to the people of the court. Phaele was too, well, curious to stay in bed. She moved from her small reading alcove by the window to get to the door. Her room was certainly the smallest out of everyone's, taking about only ten steps to get to one side from the other, but all her walls were lined with books. Her bed was a bit smaller than her siblings as well, but was certainly the most colorful, forsaking plain silks for various colors of fabrics she found during her travels. However the most important thing to Phaele about her room were the windows. Both the ceiling and the walls were more glass than stone, and not just any glass either--but the colored glass of the temples. Her room was as colorful and bright as she was, even if it lacked her sisters' gaudy furniture and decorations and replaced them with a simple redwood dest and chair and dressing bench. Opening the door, Phaele met her knight's eye. Oh come on Durihan, you can't expect me to go today--there is the festival today. How fun would it be to go see some jugglers or firebreathers? you know you want to! Talking Durihan into such things were hit or miss. She could tell that the knight appreciated her friendship with him, but she also knew that his duty would always come before any kind of fun. However she had hoped that maybe her plan might work, if for no other reason than her purposeful underdressing of the event her uncle planned. She wore a simple violet gown with silver laced sleeves. Her bodice was tight and modest, showing only the slightest hint of her womanly breasts. It was her hair that was the real casualness though, as she let her long honey colored locks only stay in a loose bun with the simplest of hair nets keeping it in place. Her blue eyes shone earnestly at the knight, There could be some tourney games as well, you could sign up for the sword or maybe tilt a few lances...