Choice of Romance Reboot

[Blue Moon Queen]

King Vito

Vito helped his wife to a stand, the ambassadors already gone. He put an arm around her waist and lightly kissed her cheek as he lead her up towards the stairs.


"Are you ready for your surprise dear? I know it's late... but I didn't want to forget," he said, yawning slightly. He attempted to hold it back and covered his closed mouth as a wine burp rumbled up from his belly.

Isidora giggled quietly, walking up the stairs with her husband. After a little bit of wine, many people are unsteady on their feet. The Queen was no exception.

"I have been waiting all night for this surprise, just as you suspected and planned, my Vito. Hopefully the surprise is worth the wait. You've been teasing me all night with this surprise."

[Padriac Muldoon]

The Cardinal stopped dead in his tracks. Laughter? In the garden? He turned, straining his eyes in the dark. That woman! The same one that was with... Ludwig! That simply would not do, If they fall in love... He shuddered... And they get married before my plan is complete, I will lose the throne before I even gain it! He had to do something to quicken the process, but what? He new what he needed to get, but how was the real question. As Their Majesties where probably in their chamber at this very moment, making any attempt to recover King Vito's seal impossible without detection. He would have to wait till morning...

[Phreniphorm]

Charles decided that he disliked mansions and palaces. He had been wandering for what felt like hours through the corridors and had yet to find any place that looked like somewhere he could sleep. Well, he found maybe one or two rooms, but he was pretty certain that they were out of bounds to him. It was like getting lost in a hedge maze, the only difference being that he couldn't just run through the walls like he usually did when he got lost in a hedge maze. Charles could at least find respite in one thing. He was back at the door which led out to the garden. Or courtyard, whichever term was more appropriate. He felt the cool, inviting night wind blow over his body. It felt oddly calming and Charles took a deep breath. Well, I suppose I could spend some time there for a while. He said to himself as he walked towards the garden. He had decided that he quite liked the place. It was certainly beautiful.

Ah, almost makes me wish my home was not in Västerbötten. Almost. He said to himself with a little smirk as he stood near the door way with his hands stuffed into his pockets, taking in the sight of colourful flowers, trees with all their leaves and the sounds of small critters dashing about the vegetation. Still, he doubted anything could beat the snowy wonderland he called home. It was cold at the best of times and downright freezing at the worst, the wind was always biting and there were more dead things than living, but Charles figured that it had grown on him. There was as much beauty in a snow as there was in flora.

He heard someone giggle. Apparently he was not alone after all. He walked deeper into the garden and saw a young woman giggling to herself and twirling in circles. He stood a respectful distance away and watched her for a few moment, not willing to shatter whatever moment she was having. Only after a minute or so, he cleared his throat. It was beginning to feel awkward for him, and walking away just seemed rude. "You seem very happy, min dam." He said and tipped his hat slightly towards her. "Markis Charles Strand." He introduced himself.

[Myst]

Angelique stopped abruptly with a gasp. She blushed, embarressed. "I am so sorry sir. I thought everyone had gone inside. I am Princess Angelique Girard."
She studied the man before her. A Markis was a person of high rank. She wondered what he had done to achieve such a position. No doubt he'd had many advantures in his life.
Because she was so happy, she forgot to be guarded in what she said. "I am just so elated. I feel blessed beyond words. I have fallen in love my dear Markis, something I never thought would happen to me. And I believe that he loves me as well."
She twirled again, then seemed to remember who she was and where she was. She straightened and her face became serious. "Forgive me. I forget myself. Did you enjoy the ball Markis?"

[Phreniphorm]

"Never fell in love myself," Charles replied with a shrug despite a small voice in his head protesting otherwise. No, no. I will not trouble the lady with my own problems. They are for me to solve. Now shut up. He said to himself and took a nice, relaxing breath. "But I'm happy for you, min prinsesa. And even better that he loves you back." He offered her a small smile. "It is rare, isn't it? Especially in our world. Too many rules for something that should be left free." He said, his smile disappearing momentarily. Yes, there were indeed too many rules, and that was what was troubling him. Everyone had told him that it was improper for someone of his status to court a non-noble, but if it was an actual rule, Charles never saw it written down anywhere. Still, it weighed heavily on his mind.

Charles shook his head slightly to clear it. Now was not the time to think of that. "No need to apologize," He said calmly. "Feel free to be as candid as you want, I won't stand on ceremony. After all, you technically outrank me, and I've messed up once again." He said and finished the last phrase with a sigh. "Apologies, min prinsesa." He said with a bow of his head. He had to move one hand up to his hat to prevent it from falling off. "To answer your question, I was unfortunately late for the ball. I had been exploring the palace previously and did not have time to find anyone to dance with." Thankfully. Charles added mentally. He was not a good dancer. The only footwork he knew was the steps involved in readying a musket to fire at the enemy.

"I assume you enjoyed yourself, min prinsesa?" Charles asked.

[Padriac Muldoon]

The Cardinal scoffed, he could take this no longer, he also entered the garden, on the far side. He plucked a rose from a nearby bush, and lightly sniffed it. As he listened to their conversation, he continued to lightly step closer to them. "Yes..." He smiled, approaching the Markis, and the princess. "I am also ecstatic... that he loves you as well." He stopped, about four feet from the two. "Isn't love a, fantastic thing?" his smile shrunk to a mere grin, as he plucked each petal from the rose, one by one. "For the most part..."

[Myst]

Angelique was startled when the Cardinal approached. She shivered a little. This was a man that frightened her.
She watched him plucking the petals from the flower. Why, when he said something that should have been a compliment, did it sound like a threat or an insult?
She lifted her head, sticking her chin out slightly in a show of stubborness. "Everyone deserves their chance at happiness. I will not have mine taken away. By anyone," her tone was pleasant but had a sharp undertone to it that one could not easily ignore. A lifetime in court had taught her how to read veiled threats, and how to give them.
A princess would not be pushed around or intimidated, not even by a supposed man of God.

[IntenseInsanity]

Anya sighed with relief as guests began to enter their rooms, or exit the castle all together. Her objective now was to simply wander around and wait on whoever summoned her. So, she spent her time trying to step on only the dark tiles while walking through the halls and walkways and rooms, a focused look on her face. Whenever the sound of someone approaching became notable she would freeze and stand still, proper, and submissive until they were out of sight. It was a fun game and it kept her entertained into the wee night.

Servants became lesser and lesser as Anya continued to skip about, most heading off to their courters or following after a regal who had given them an order elsewhere. Anya soon grew bored of the tile game and soon began to fiddle with her hair, pulling out the small ribbons that had knotted her thin, pale hair into two braids. Her hair soon unraveled, piling just onto her shoulders in elegant waves of white. A sudden blast of cool air lifted her newly freed hair and she soon noticed that she was by the garden again. A familiar voice and two others spoke against the wind and Anya found herself drawn to spying on the three. Charles, Princess Angelique, and the Cardinal. An odd bunch to see together. She blinked, drawing an emotionless look onto her pale face as she listened intently,

"Isn't love a, fantastic thing? For the most part…" spoke the Cardinal with a voice that made Anya tremble a bit. The Princess retorted with a soft voice that defiantly hid harshness underneath. Why were they talking about love, Anya wondered with narrowed eyes.

[julia]

Prince Ludwig

"No no, but I am in love! And I sure hope she loves me as well! Oh Ulric, I can't stand it! I must have her! Both in body and soul! She is not like other women! She isn't petty, and is so much deeper than others..." Ludwig said with boyish excitement. His eyes were alight, and a glow of happiness surrounded him, although his adviser could not see that. Ludwig sighed, then looked back towards the castle.

"I must see her soon or my heart might just explode of anticipation!" he exclaimed, clamping both hands over his chest and letting a hearty laugh from his chest. "Come come! Lets go sleep so tomorrow comes faster!" Ludwig sang, grabbing Ulric's hand and running down the road towards his carriage.

King Vito

"It is my dear..." Vito laughed, the wine making the room sway a bit as he climbed the stairs. He then opened the door to their bedroom and gave a sharp whistle as two white puppies hopped down from their bed and wagged their little whip-like tails quickly.

"My dear Isidora... meet Rio and Ria. They are pure bred Ibizan Hounds, and they are twins," he explained, closing the door behind him and pulling his coat off. The pups yipped and whined excitedly at Isidora's ankles, only reaching her knee, at the highest.

[Padriac Muldoon]

Cardinal Padriac frowned. "And I won't have mine taken away either..." he then tossed the lifeless stem of the flower away and stepped closer to the Princess. "By anyone..." The Princess had spoken, with such a harsh undertone. She must have truly had feelings for the Prince. He needed to do something about that. "No matter, some people will do anything for the throne..." He paused and turned, taking a few short steps away. "It is refreshing to see true love blossom in the courts..." he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.