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Vivienne van Oranje-Nassau

Location: The van Oranje-Nassau spring vacation estate
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"How fitting of a familial black sheep to conjure up a common tabby." She crossed her arms in a huff, clearly angered by what the grail had dragged in. While she had deduced that he was indeed a heroic spirit, and a powerful one at that, her pride had wished for something greater. An Arthurian knight, a great ruler, not this... this nine-lived vagabond. The entire idea ruffled her feathers and birthed an interesting thought. Had her family intentionally sabotaged her? After all, they had given her the relic. Perhaps they knew this would anger her but that idea spun her in the opposite direction. They wanted her dead, surely! Certainly! Or had the Princess of Orange gone mad... she decided quickly that she would turn the situation in her favor, as she always had before. Short straw after short straw, stray cat after stray cat.

"They are extensions of me with just as much power over you as I. Command seal or not. Please tell me I'm not expected to play the lowly ailurophile reading from a children's book that starts with once upon a time, that this is some cruel twist of fate and my real servant is lying in wait behind a curtain somewhere... then again, perhaps a feline is what they will least expect, a pity you're Assassin." It was notoriously labeled the weakest of the classes and Vivi was not the type of princess who could keep opinions to herself, not outside the comfortable restraints of court.

The maids had stopped too ooh and awe, but only briefly before a snap of Vivi's fingers returned them to their duties. That was the downside of giving creations a personality, free will and all. Even if it was limited. His very last question had intrigued her, and she found herself circling back. "That depends, how can you help me? Do you have nine lives, and are you willing to take away ninety-eight?" The idea alone made her smile.

Yes.

Her family's cruelty would be returned to them. This joke they attempted to play on her, to make a mockery of her, she would have the last laugh, as they wouldn't be around to get it. "Vivienne van Oranje-Nassau, but you can may call me your highness." She extended an arm outward, expecting him to kiss her hand much like the people of her homeland would. Unfortunately, it looked more like a spinster summoning her favorite feline with catnip at the ready.


Vivienne van Oranje-Nassau

Location: The van Oranje-Nassau spring vacation estate
Interacting with:@ManyThings




In a world where money is money and power is power, royalty is an abominable mix of the two. It is for that reason that the archaic method of ruling has practically gone extinct. Unlike the dinosaurs, it was no meteor that squashed monarchy, but human greed. Riches, jewels, and lavish parties as their people starved. Those at the top are always criticized by the bottom, and vice versa. Yet the van Oranje-Nassau line survived the extinction, crawled out of the primordial soup that sought to dismember them, stronger... better.. faster.. richer... and thus, the crown is still in their possession today, even if it merely a symbol of what they once had.

But all they had sacrificed for their survival in the meaningless human realm, they gained twofold within the magical one. Fierce allies of the clocktower, there wasn't a van Oranje-Nassau in sight who hadn't mastered the family's respective craft; puppetry. The idea of creating others, or an extension of yourself, was very useful to a line of monarchs, who in many ways, lead two lives. One for the people, and one for themselves.

Viviene was no exception, though she was far from the family's frontrunner. A mere 99th in line for the throne, and yet chosen to participate in the Holy Grail War nonetheless.

A shadowy silhouette appeared before her, practically drooling over her delicate hand and the red mark of the grail that stained her porcelain skin. "What will be your wish, princess?" It was the voice of the current reigning monarch, a man so out of reach she couldn't even see his face. Just the shadow of his crown, hiding every feature before her.

"What is it that the family wishes for?" She asked politely.

"Good answer," He chuckled before it abruptly stopped, "The root."

That wasn't the only moment she recalled, but perhaps the most important. From then on, they funded everything, and that sequence of events led her to the door of a beautiful mansion. It was within the city, but ultimately private. A large plot of land containing what had to be the pinnacle of Japanese architecture, a modern-day palace with so many rooms even a princess wouldn't know what to do with them all. Unlike those ahead of her, she had never experienced life outside of the Netherlands, much less been allowed to travel to Japan to see the cherry blossoms bloom.



"It's smaller than I imagined." She scoffed, showing a completely different side of her than the woman who spoke to the king. It appeared three women were traveling with her, silent, but identical in appearance. Each one was carrying a tall pile of suitcases, making them almost impossible to see. "The war won't start itself ladies, hurry along, unpack." She shooed them in with a quick command, and they did as they were told. Her personal puppets doubled as her personal maids, for who would ever want to do grunt work?

For now, they were dressed appropriately according to their status. The French black and white attire everyone had grown accustomed to seeing. The girls were running around frantically, unpacking outfit after outfit, ensuring that every room was spick and span for their creator. The first room cleaned looked to be a family gathering room of sorts, accompanied by a fireplace. Viviene rolled her eyes, "Eastern architecture is such a bore, where's the ballroom, hand-painted tiles, custom French wallpaper, the chandelier! This hut is no place for a heroic servant... but nonetheless, it will have to do." She could only hope that who her relic called forth had no taste, that would save her the embarrassment.

Extending her arms, she chanted the words that would change her life forever, for better or worse.

"...
An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven.

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!"



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