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Location: The Royal Southern Household of the Land of the White Morn
All my life, I knew there was only one purpose, to marry. That is my sole purpose in this family. I stood behind a large group of other members of the household, even though I’d been told to wait in the meeting room. Three guards were walking up with a lordly envoy. I chuckled into my hand as I saw their shoes. The guards wore metal covered shoes, but the lord wore knee high boots, very coming of his outfit, and not allowed on these floors. Turning my back on them I went to the meeting room, and taking the largest cushion I sat down next to the low table. The serving girl entered and bowed. She also knelt down, and having poured out a cup of tea she handed it to me.
“What have you heard about these men?” I blew on my tea.
“Apart from they take a long time to take their shoes off miss?” I laughed at her answer, making it the cue for her to continue.
“They say the Lord is very good friends with the royal family of the Fiery Dusk. After that I do not know there purpose here.” So only the royal household knew the purpose of this visit.

I barely noticed as other people entered the room, but I did look up when I saw everyone else was stood. My eyes looked up with a sullen boredness. The man in front of me waved a hand, dismissing all the servants. Either side of me sat the two head’s of the house. His guards stood by the entrances to the room, and then he sat down, a smug look on his face as if he held all the cards to some game. I raised my head, showing that I was looking at him.
“Cor, what a beauty,” the words barely left his lips. I was reading the words off his lips, just one of my accomplishments. I down cast my eyes again, letting my guardians do the talking.
“How much have you consulted the main house on this?”
“I’m only an ambassador, I’ve been told limited information. I am to take that this is the Princess?” I blushed, that name was not one regularly used for me, despite the title being true.
“Yes, this is the Princess of the Land of the White Morn.”
“Damn that guy’s luck,” he chuckled, “So you are who he is supposed to marry. Well, he should be a tad happier about that.” So it seemed that both of us were not looking forward to this arranged marriage. I felt sick to my stomach as the people about me talked about the future I did not want. I wanted to get away from all of this, from these people, from this marriage, but most of all from this title. It was a title that protected me from everything that was happening outside, from this war. I was protected from that, but not the political war; that one I was in the middle of. This marriage, it was nothing more than a peace treaty in the making. At that moment I wished I could just disappear, but that was no current option, there was no way to get away.

Location: Somewhere in the Southern Household
His amber eyes glimmered at the small falcon, his tongue moving across his fangs. Softly he padded across the wooden floor. The bird kept on pecking at some grain caught between the boards. Creeping up, he pounced and the bird flew up. He gave chase. His tail gave him perfect balance as he sped round the corners. Seeing the bird in reach he jumped, teeth sinking in as well as front claws.

Location: The Meeting Room; the Royal Southern Household
It seemed that the distraction I had needed had come. A ball of silvery blue fur burst through the screen door, sliding across the table as it didn’t land on all fours.
“My falcon!” the man shouted. In sight of this mini catastrophe I took the chance to escape. Taking to my room I changed from royal attire into a much more common outfit, and taking a bag with pads and pens in, I left the house. Keeping to the servant routes I went outside and went to my own hideaway, up in the branches of a tree. Opening the pad at a clean page I took out a graphite stick and drew one of my strange designs. I then took black ink to it. I enjoyed how the pattern swirled, and how later I would fill the spaces in with different colours. Setting this one aside I picked up one of the sheets, on it was a winding tree within a square. As I looked at it I paused. In the bottom right hand corner was a small smudge. It had been a long time since I had smudged any of my work, but also the thumb print was larger than my own.
“Meow!” I looked down, a cat was looking back up at me. I smiled then concentrated on my work.
“Meow.” In the distance I heard people coming.
“Shoo,” I flicked my wrist at the cat, it just cocked its head.
“Meow.” I looked at its bluey grey fur. Despite myself I found a soft smile coming to my face. Jumping down I picked up the cat and scrambled back up the tree. I pulled a feather out from behind his (it’s a him) ear.
“You’re the one that interrupted earlier. Good kitty,” I tickled under his chin, and he began to purr. I hushed him as I heard footsteps. He brushed up against me, his fur was so soft. I softly bit my lip so I didn’t laugh as his fur tickled me.

Xilef gave a little catty smile. His stomach was full and he was very content with where he was sitting. So far on his mission he hadn’t found anyone with the name Amerisa. With his amber eyes he looked up at the red head, memorising her face. He snuggled up against her so his flesh touched hers rather than just fur. The purr rumbled in his throat but didn’t escape his lips. Rolling slightly he exposed a little of his stomach. He looked up with wide eyes.
‘Oh come on! What’s it going to take to get my belly rubbed?’ Rolling further he padded his paws in the air.

The people were right below the tree, and the cat was rolling about in my lap.
“Has anyone found that Princess yet?” I recognised the voice as the ambassador’s.
“No my Lord.”
“We have a runaway Princess and a Prince who doesn’t want to marry.” So that was it confirmed, the marriage was just a peace treaty between both of our countries.
“If she doesn’t show up for the wedding, then he’s going to have a reason to keep on fighting this war. Now where is that god-forsaken cat, I want to wrangle its neck?” I paled, was I meant to marry a tyrant? Looking back at the cat I could sense that he was about to make a sound. I picked him up, holding his head against my sternum so if he did purr it would be quietened. My fingers stroked the fur between his eyes, he shut them, a smile stretching across his small face. At least someone was happy, even if he didn’t know that the man below wanted to kill him.

Description
Location: The Royal Southern Household of the Land of the White Morn
All my life, I knew there was only one purpose, to marry. That is my sole purpose in this family. I stood behind a large group of other members of the household, even though I’d been told to wait in the meeting room. Three guards were walking up with a lordly envoy. I chuckled into my hand as I saw their shoes. The guards wore metal covered shoes, but the lord wore knee high boots, very coming of his outfit, and not allowed on these floors. Turning my back on them I went to the meeting room, and taking the largest cushion I sat down next to the low table. The serving girl entered and bowed. She also knelt down, and having poured out a cup of tea she handed it to me.
“What have you heard about these men?” I blew on my tea.
“Apart from they take a long time to take their shoes off miss?” I laughed at her answer, making it the cue for her to continue.
“They say the Lord is very good friends with the royal family of the Fiery Dusk. After that I do not know there purpose here.” So only the royal household knew the purpose of this visit.

I barely noticed as other people entered the room, but I did look up when I saw everyone else was stood. My eyes looked up with a sullen boredness. The man in front of me waved a hand, dismissing all the servants. Either side of me sat the two head’s of the house. His guards stood by the entrances to the room, and then he sat down, a smug look on his face as if he held all the cards to some game. I raised my head, showing that I was looking at him.
“Cor, what a beauty,” the words barely left his lips. I was reading the words off his lips, just one of my accomplishments. I down cast my eyes again, letting my guardians do the talking.
“How much have you consulted the main house on this?”
“I’m only an ambassador, I’ve been told limited information. I am to take that this is the Princess?” I blushed, that name was not one regularly used for me, despite the title being true.
“Yes, this is the Princess of the Land of the White Morn.”
“Damn that guy’s luck,” he chuckled, “So you are who he is supposed to marry. Well, he should be a tad happier about that.” So it seemed that both of us were not looking forward to this arranged marriage. I felt sick to my stomach as the people about me talked about the future I did not want. I wanted to get away from all of this, from these people, from this marriage, but most of all from this title. It was a title that protected me from everything that was happening outside, from this war. I was protected from that, but not the political war; that one I was in the middle of. This marriage, it was nothing more than a peace treaty in the making. At that moment I wished I could just disappear, but that was no current option, there was no way to get away.

Location: Somewhere in the Southern Household
His amber eyes glimmered at the small falcon, his tongue moving across his fangs. Softly he padded across the wooden floor. The bird kept on pecking at some grain caught between the boards. Creeping up, he pounced and the bird flew up. He gave chase. His tail gave him perfect balance as he sped round the corners. Seeing the bird in reach he jumped, teeth sinking in as well as front claws.

Location: The Meeting Room; the Royal Southern Household
It seemed that the distraction I had needed had come. A ball of silvery blue fur burst through the screen door, sliding across the table as it didn’t land on all fours.
“My falcon!” the man shouted. In sight of this mini catastrophe I took the chance to escape. Taking to my room I changed from royal attire into a much more common outfit, and taking a bag with pads and pens in, I left the house. Keeping to the servant routes I went outside and went to my own hideaway, up in the branches of a tree. Opening the pad at a clean page I took out a graphite stick and drew one of my strange designs. I then took black ink to it. I enjoyed how the pattern swirled, and how later I would fill the spaces in with different colours. Setting this one aside I picked up one of the sheets, on it was a winding tree within a square. As I looked at it I paused. In the bottom right hand corner was a small smudge. It had been a long time since I had smudged any of my work, but also the thumb print was larger than my own.
“Meow!” I looked down, a cat was looking back up at me. I smiled then concentrated on my work.
“Meow.” In the distance I heard people coming.
“Shoo,” I flicked my wrist at the cat, it just cocked its head.
“Meow.” I looked at its bluey grey fur. Despite myself I found a soft smile coming to my face. Jumping down I picked up the cat and scrambled back up the tree. I pulled a feather out from behind his (it’s a him) ear.
“You’re the one that interrupted earlier. Good kitty,” I tickled under his chin, and he began to purr. I hushed him as I heard footsteps. He brushed up against me, his fur was so soft. I softly bit my lip so I didn’t laugh as his fur tickled me.

Xilef gave a little catty smile. His stomach was full and he was very content with where he was sitting. So far on his mission he hadn’t found anyone with the name Amerisa. With his amber eyes he looked up at the red head, memorising her face. He snuggled up against her so his flesh touched hers rather than just fur. The purr rumbled in his throat but didn’t escape his lips. Rolling slightly he exposed a little of his stomach. He looked up with wide eyes.
‘Oh come on! What’s it going to take to get my belly rubbed?’ Rolling further he padded his paws in the air.

The people were right below the tree, and the cat was rolling about in my lap.
“Has anyone found that Princess yet?” I recognised the voice as the ambassador’s.
“No my Lord.”
“We have a runaway Princess and a Prince who doesn’t want to marry.” So that was it confirmed, the marriage was just a peace treaty between both of our countries.
“If she doesn’t show up for the wedding, then he’s going to have a reason to keep on fighting this war. Now where is that god-forsaken cat, I want to wrangle its neck?” I paled, was I meant to marry a tyrant? Looking back at the cat I could sense that he was about to make a sound. I picked him up, holding his head against my sternum so if he did purr it would be quietened. My fingers stroked the fur between his eyes, he shut them, a smile stretching across his small face. At least someone was happy, even if he didn’t know that the man below wanted to kill him.