Spring of the Eighth Year,
I The Presentation
Today was a most auspicious day for all the children of eight years of age of the Kingdom of Isephine, a great kingdom bordering the enchanted Celestis Forest as well as two other kingdoms named Greviel and Provarine. The king, named King Monhem, presided over this momentous festival where all those of age would be given their first profession, that they may be lowly servants or arcane mages. Queen Bernadite looked on benevolently beside her imposing husband, and as the throne room slowly filled with children and their Lords and Ladies, the royal couple got ready for their speech. Standing regally from his throne, the King cleared his throat, in the process earning the attention of all as well as utter silence. Taking a minute to look over his newest subjects, the strict but fair monarch nodded shortly his jeweled head before intoning the sacred speech that had been uttered on this day for hundreds of years.
On this most auspicious of day we declare the Servile Festival officially commenced, and deem all of you as Subjects of the Kingdom of Isephine and to your respective Lords and Ladies. Today you will be announced as what you will be for years to come, if not for the rest of your life, and you should all bear your new titles with pride, for even the slightest of breeze can regenerate the world we live in. That said, may the first subject advance toward us with their Lord or Lady to be presented.
With that said a slight girl with coppery curls and cold blue eyes advanced with a silent prompt of the regal man by her side, the girl curtsying deeply in her ragged dress as she awaited acknowledgement and her own presentation now that she was of Servile age. She was pale, and, underneath her strong exterior, she was shaking with nerve at her fate... would she be deemed unworthy? She had nothing to fear, however, as, with a nod to his wife and an incline of his head to his two subjects the King gave his blessing as a Servant of her Lord, and the girl and her guardian were swept away back into the fold of expectant nobles and children.
As the others got blessed by the King, the young girl by the name of Lorizane looked around her surroundings with haughty eyes, her gaze locking on a few children in interest before moving on. The traditional feast would happen soon after the ceremony, and the redhead was starving after the long journey it too from Elderwood to Belvedere, the Capital of Isephine.