lady horatio

When Royalty Collides

Here for review are Genevieve, her kingdom, and her attendants (who I figured would float in the background as NPCs, for the most part, if that's all right). Phillip's sheet will be forthcoming!

Genevieve Anders​

Genevieve Anders of Maris

"The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity." -Dorothy Parker

𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Genevieve Marie Anders (also known as “Gen,” but never “Geni/Jenny”)

𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Princess—not heir to the throne by birth, but it might just wind up in her hands anyway if her older brother strays too far from the nest.

𝓐𝓰𝓮
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19, on the cusp of 20.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Cis female; she/her pronouns

𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Bi/demisexual

𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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With long ginger hair, sea-glass eyes, and a smattering of freckles, Genevieve looks like she may have wandered out of the very ocean that borders her keep on one side. When left to her own devices, she's often buried in thick sweaters that hide her narrow shoulders and delicate collarbones; she loves nothing more than to give the shapeless projection of a girl. When forced to dress up, she falls somewhere in the intersection between practical, occasion-appropriate, and eclectic, choosing clothes that are comfortable enough to stand around in for hours at a time and accessories that are creative, playful, sometimes hand-crafted. In public, she favors the kinds of hats, scarves, and makeup that make it hard to pick out too many of her actual features at once—her own sort of armor. On social media, she’s known for her signature purple lipstick and braided crowns—and partial selfies that never show her whole face.

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Paradoxically, Gen is perhaps best known for her near-total absence from social media. She leaves the endless selfies, Instagram photos, and chatter to her older brother, Phillip, who never met a stranger in his life and has more friends than Gen does polite acquaintances. Genevieve prefers to communicate from behind a Twitter account full of cryptic poetry and wry commentary on current events. She also maintains a Tumblr that is 90% reblogs of aesthetic photos, well-intentioned signal boosts, and yet more poetry. She is self-possessed and curious, and would never admit that part of the mystery she creates around herself is because she would far rather be misunderstood as pretentious than more correctly labeled as shy.

𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes: photography; one-on-one conversations; cats; vintage clothes; collecting sea-glass; baubles that her brother sends or brings her home from his travels; ballet (watching, not performing)
Dislikes: media attention; large crowds (though she will happily play wallflower to watch the goings-on, and loves to blend into places she will not be recognized); close scrutiny; any exercise that is not (limited) hiking

𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Genevieve grew up relatively unsupervised. The kingdom of Maris is a place of contradictions: so small that they don't often stand on ceremony and the noble and upper-middle classes mingle regularly, but holding tight to certain proprieties, largely for the purposes of self-protection. This means that Gen has been well-educated in court etiquette (almost all theory; little practice) and knows her keep from top to bottom, as she's always been able to wander it freely. She grew up in the shadow of an older brother she loved but didn't understand, and still wonders if his outgoing, wandering heart will make him a better ruler than she could ever be—or if it will damn their country if not carefully curbed.

𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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Face claim is, tentatively, Georgie Hobday. Color=48B8B5

𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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Sirens of the Sea
_{Leaving reason far behind
Nothing here is cruel or kind
Only your desire to set me free
Let us lie here all alone
Worn away like river stone
Let us be the sirens of the sea}

𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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TBD

𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Gen’s favorite people are, in no particular order: her brother, Phillip; their cousin, Shannon; and her two childhood friends, Chris and Natalie, who are in Maris with her as bodyguard and handmaid, respectively. She has a few mutuals she chats with via Tumblr (including a dancer she has a crush on that no one needs to know about), a few acquaintances on Twitter.

She knows Prince Henri because his country and hers have a trade agreement. They met during a diplomatic visit and, after some shy overtures and chance encounters, found they had a lot in common.

Gen’s brother, Phillip, is friends with Alejandro, and asks Ali to look out for Gen while she’s in Aciras, as Phillip’s worried Gen will keep to herself and have a hard time in the crowds.

The Kingdom of Maris

Maris

A picture of the keep in wintertime, before the previous generation of Anderses renovated it. It has since been built-upon and expanded.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Maris (pronounced "MAH-riss," with a slight roll on the "r"); sometimes known (affectionately or derogatorily) as the "duchy of the sea," as the kingdom is quite small and isolated, relying mostly on the nearby ocean and trade with specific allies for resources.

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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King Devlin and Queen Shanna (for whom her niece, Shannon, is named). Both rulers are known for their shared wisdom and desire to keep their heads down, politically speaking. (Their daughter comes by her shy reserve honestly, though they may come to regret allowing her to be quite so sheltered, especially in light of current events.)

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Keeping their location in mind, the royal family has stuck to a palette of blues and grays—sometimes elevated by gold or silver—for generations.

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Maris is famous for its reserve and stalwart neutrality. Marisians are generally considered to be an odd people, so isolated and close to their court are they. Stereotypes might range anywhere from stuck-up to cowardly to almost backwards. Some might say they're stuck in the past, even though Maris is technically a "petty kingdom" that broke itself away from a tyrant's rule about three generations back and has fought to maintain their own identity ever since.

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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As mentioned above, Maris was once part of a larger kingdom—conscripted into scuffles the people did not want to fight and finding their cliffside fortress used for tactical advantage. "Mad Prince Harry," the cause for most of the dissent, is still spoken off only in disgusted whispers, and the name "Harry" has long been out of fashion for this reason. Marisians won their independence largely by simply locking their doors and keeping out of the fray until Harry's reach eventually extended beyond his means, bringing his downfall. The remaining subjects are descendants of that first court to take a stand and the refugees that they took in during that time.

𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
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Possible expansion to the keep

Gen's Attendants (NPCs)

As has been mentioned before, the Marisian court is, in some ways, not so rigidly structured as in many other countries. For example, attendants are often chosen by the reigning royals and for some kind of political advantage, but both Genevieve and Phillip largely got to choose for themselves.

Natalie Stewart (19) - Genevieve's lady-in-waiting—an official companion, but also a combination of personal maid and live-in stylist. It's a position Natalie volunteered for, and which Gen accepted readily. The two are close friends.

Christopher Grace (21) - He's been trained as part of the royal guard, but Christopher is not actually Genevieve's personal bodyguard. He has the skills, and Gen wanted him to come, so her parents allowed it. (They might not have, did they know that Chris was also Gen's first kiss, even though the two have long since moved past that.) Like Natalie, Chris is the child of a noble family and one of Genevieve's closest friends.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Genevieve slept until 10:25 a.m., still jet-lagged and having not yet adjusted to local time.

When Natalie woke her up and alerted her to the hour, the Marisian princess paled.

"It's fine, Gen, really," Natalie said soothingly. "The brunch is on the first floor, right? It can't take that long to find. Let's say five minutes, ten tops. That gives us almost thirty to get you ready, and the invite says this is a much more casual affair."

Genevieve nodded, but still sat, the wheels of her mind spinning without traction, until Natalie pulled her gently to her feet and shooed her in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower. Fast. I'll lay out some clothes for you in the meantime."

Genevieve did as she was told.

Fifteen minutes later, she was wrapped in a towel, hair mostly dry, as Natalie tried to reconcile the makeup looks Genevieve usually favored on social media with the more understated sort more appropriate for a light brunch. Dark eyeliner with a bit of a shimmer, mascara—Gen's mortal enemy—and a lip color just this side of red turned out to be a fair compromise.

After that, it only took a few minutes to select an outfit from the impressive array Natalie had laid out on the bed: a soft tunic the color of butterscotch, belted at the waist; a pair of dark, narrow-legged jeans; and simple ballet flats to give her feet a break from yesterday's heels.

"Is it going to look weird if we braid my hair two days in a row?" Genevieve asked. "Especially since this is more casual?"

"Not if we make the braids look different," Natalie said, already going to work. "Besides, maybe this can become your signature thing while you're here, since you can't wear your Twitter-lipstick with everything."

At exactly 10:53, Genevieve stepped out of her room, a loose French braid falling artfully over one shoulder, and tried to orient herself based on map of the palace's layout she'd just been looking at.

As she walked, she pulled her phone out of the small purse she'd brought in lieu of using Christopher as a walking handbag. She'd left her "bodyguard" behind, afraid he would be out of place at such a low-key event and not wanting to offend her hosts with the implication that she could be in any danger in such a private room, without the chaos and foot traffic of last night's ball.

"Hey, Liv," she texted, reaching out to the one person with whom she'd managed to exchange numbers the night before, "I'm heading down to brunch, just barely on time. If you're already there, will you save me a seat?"

Yes, it was probably lame, trying to set up an event-buddy before she even walked in the door. But, Genevieve reasoned, Liviana would probably be just as happy to see a familiar face…and she really wanted to avoid the awkwardness of entering the party and not knowing where to go.

(Interacting with @Amethyst, but it's up to her whether or not Liv responds, and I would be delighted if anyone wants to bump into Genevieve en route)

Around a Dark Corner

@TolkienBlackGuy Oh, my friend, you assume I came into this with a plan xD But I do love to brainstorm, so shoot me a PM and we can either talk ideas there or share Discord info! I've got to run to work, but I'll hopefully catch you later!

Returning to Fairyland [High Casual]

Please note that this is still a work in progress! :)

Our Grace

Name: Grace Anne Meyers (commonly known as "Grace," very rarely as "Gracie" or "Lady Grace")

Age: 23

Gender: CIS female; she/her pronouns

D.O.B: September 26, 1991

Appearance:


Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and almost always conservatively-dressed, Grace is built to fit in. She is the sort of person whose appearance matches her personality—sweet, nonthreatening, approachable. In recent years, stress has caused her to lose a bit of weight, making her features a bit sharper and her energy a bit lower. (Her brother, Tommy, is trying to fix this.) She wears a lot of blue (to match her eyes) and white (to match her family image of a good, modest girl).

Personality

Personality: Grace's most prominent traits are these: she is big-hearted, self-critical, and sensitive, sometimes to her detriment. As a little girl, she worried she was not interesting or creative enough to live up to the standards set by Glenn and the rest of the playgroup; as an adult, she fears she will always fall short of what's expected of her. She's always been kind, but has been forced to learn that kindness does not guarantee security, and some of her childhood softness has gone brittle as a result. As a child, she cried easily; as an adult, she's much the same, but has learned to be ashamed of that vulnerability and tries not to be so obvious about it. Despite this, she has a strong sense of justice that has gotten sharper as she has gotten older, and she'll often stand up for someone else before herself.

Biography

Biography: Grace grew up as the younger of two children in an upper-middle-class household. Her home life was good, her parents loving, and her brother as affectionate and present as a sibling four years her senior could be. Her mother owned a successful real estate business and her father worked at a bank. The Meyers family was, above all else, respectable, and just well-off enough to join the local country club, which is how Grace met Bree.

As a little girl, Grace was a people-pleaser who often followed the stronger personalities around her. She was in awe of Bree's determination, Glenn's creativity, and Valeran's ability to strike out on his own and be himself. When the group broke up over time, Grace made many new friends, but not many close ones. And when she washed out of med school—to her extreme shame—she regressed. Unwilling to go so far as to move back in with her parents, she instead moved into her brother Tommy's apartment while she tried to get her life back on track. In this time, she also lost her steady college boyfriend, who didn't know how to handle her transition from promising someday-doctor to aimless part-time bookseller. At the time that the role-play starts, Grace is a bit adrift, trying to figure herself out, and suffering from mild-to-moderate depression.

Theme Song:
"Tied Together With a Smile" - Taylor Swift
Hold on, baby, you're losing it;
the water's high, you're jumping into it
and letting go, and no one knows
that you cry, but you don't tell anyone
that you might not be the golden one…
And you're tied together with a smile,
but you're coming undone.

Our Lady Gwennelyn

Name of you Hero: Gwennelyn

Race: Human

Class: Sorcerer

Alignment: Grace has transitioned from being lawful good as a child (very oriented toward following the rules) to neutral good as an adult (more inclined to do what she feels is right, which is a more natural direction for her personality)

Appearance:

Hero Personality

Hero Personality: Gwennelyn is kind, but fiercely so, known to step in and protect those who cannot protect themselves. She believes strongly in the powers of forgiveness and redemption—that no one is irretrievably lost. She knows there is darkness in every heart (and, privately, fears the darkness she sees in her own, tamping it down obsessively, possibly to the point of her detriment). She is fond of music, and while there is nothing magical about her voice, it is pretty, and she's known to strike up a tune to cheer up other members of the party or, in times of distress, provide solace.

Weapon: [a sword, a magical staff, fans, be creative]

Abilities, Spells, and Origin

Abilities/Spells: Sorcerers do not make themselves; they are made, whether by birthright, magical accident, or some other twist of Fate. And when young Grace fell into Fairyland, she had some idea of what she wanted to be—brave, kind, magical—but did not know how to be those things. Her creativity, further crippled by anxiety, fell short.

So Fairyland took that energy, all of that potential…and used it to fill in the gaps. Grace wanted to be creative; Gwennelyn gained the powers of minor illusion. Grace, ever the bleeding heart, wanted to her kindness to be a strength, not a weakness; Gwennelyn's tears themselves had the power to heal wounds both psychic and physical. Grace wanted to be liked exactly as she was; Gwennelyn's pure-hearted charisma gave her an advantage in negotiations and persuasion. Grace wanted to be useful and respected; Gwennelyn developed the ability to exchange magical favors in deals that were binding, where to break the oath would do damage to either party.

Skills: Combat and Non-Combat

Non-Combat Skills: Gwennelyn is an avid reader with a sharp memory for lore, arcana, and important names or details. Even without her magically-enhanced charisma, she is good at putting people at their ease. She's also a deft hand with a needle—no stunning seamstress, but able to make small repairs and do simple embroidery.

Combat Skills: Gwennelyn is merciful, but determined. She plays largely a support role in battle, shielding innocents or injured, distracting the enemy with illusions, etc. When forced into an actual fight, she's surprisingly good at hand-to-hand combat—deft, agile, aiming to incapacitate instead of kill whenever possible.

Lore

Hero Lore: Particularly through lore and the way stories grow as they are told and retold, Gwennelyn became a figure known for minor miracles. It's said that she once cried over a dark elf and her tears healed his broken heart, pulling him back into the path of the light. It's also been said that she hid an entire village from an invading army by casting an illusion that made it appear as if the village were simply…not there. It's said that even now, there is a dragonlord who still owes her a mighty favor—in return for what, no one is sure, for both Gwennelyn and the dragonlord have remained mum.

Battle Theme: [the theme that plays as you vanquish your enemies]

Around a Dark Corner

@TolkienBlackGuy This may be a long shot, since you last posted in this thread about a month ago… But are you still taking partners for this, or are you full up? It just sounds like something that would be fun to talk through! :)

Returning to Fairyland [High Casual]

@MenacingEffect This looks like such fun! I’m away from my desk at the moment and want to look more closely when I get home/can read on a proper screen, but are you still accepting potential character CSes?

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

@Bloonewb @lady horatio nice collab!

also, legit question: does anyone ACTUALLY like sparkling water???????????????????

@ayzrules

Thank you! And the answer to your question is, unfortunately, yes. One of my best friends does, but it's quite possible she was brainwashed via the it's-an-acquired-taste route.

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

(A collab between @bloonewb and @lady horatio)

"Yes, of course," Genevieve said, automatically reaching to take the extended hand. (It swallowed hers.) "It's so nice to meet you in person."

She felt a pang of sympathy as she took in Hui-Bawa's obvious discomfort, the way he shifted in a suit that didn't seem to fit him quite right—a stark contrast to all of the outfits around them that had clearly been custom-tailored, if not custom-made. She'd felt like a fish out of water ever since arriving in Aciras, but her unease clearly paled in comparison to his—and, with her silly rhinestones and stupid trademark lipstick, she had also clearly gone about handling it differently.

"It's not what I'm used to, either," she offered, feeling inadequate even as she said it. Hoping she wasn't too obviously breaking some rule of etiquette—or, worse, that she did not offend him—Genevieve took Hui-Bawa's arm, turning him toward a set of open double doors. "I'm sure it's a little less crowded out on the terrace, if you think that would work?"

x—x—x

The outside was nearly as garish as the inside. Hedge mazes, large as the building itself, dominated large portions of what seemed in all respects to be the palace's backyard. It was true, as Genevieve had said, that the terraces were in fact less densely populated. Marginally. Everywhere he looked was a new face, as carefree and happy as a child.

"I am certainly glad I found you," Hui-Bawa said. "I was getting quite lost. The house of our host is the size of a village. Are all the homes of the northern wealthy the same way?"

x—x—x

Genevieve felt another pang and just barely held back a wince. She was no Princess Ayleanna, but she still had to count as one of those wealthy northerners that baffled him so.

"I couldn't tell you for sure," she said. "This is my first time attending a function like this outside of my home court. But I would assume so, just from the pictures I've seen." Genevieve hesitated, then added, "Lord Hui-Bawa, are you all right?" She was starting to worry about a possible panic attack. "I'm sure I could find you some water, if you need it. This place is a lot to take in."

x—x—x

"Water would be nice, thank you," Hui-Bawa said. In truth, he was becoming quite thirsty. He awoke early in the morning to work out the affairs involved in visiting foreign lands. Renting a car, a suit, getting the proper directions, all made the day pass by rather quickly. He could not recall having had any water since he awoke in the morning. Judging by his very rough guess, it was anywhere between mid-morning to the early afternoon. "Why, do you happen to have any on you at the moment?"

x—x—x

Genevieve startled. "Well, no, but--"

"Allow me, Princess," Christopher said, treating first Genevieve, then Hui-Bawa to a brief bow. Genevieve's stomach turned, but she nodded and allowed him to go. He disappeared back inside for a few moments, leaving her alone with a man she knew only through reputation and a chain of faceless emails.

"They have to be serving something in there besides champagne," Genevieve offered, to fill the silence.

Christopher reappeared with a crystal glass in hand, ice cubes clinking in something that fizzed. "I'm afraid they only had sparkling water on the tables, my lord," he said, offering the drink to Hui-Bawa. "If that doesn't suit, I'd be happy to ask one of the staff for help."

x—x—x

"Thank you very much, Lord . . . " Hui-Bawa said, lifting the glass to his lips. His mistake for not looking within the glass first. He took one sip of the clear solution, and spit it back out in shock. Whatever this was, it certainly was not water! "I'm terribly sorry, Lord," he said. "Forgive me, truly. If you would be so kind as to tell me why this water is . . . breathing?" He gave the glass a shake, watching in near wonder as the solution bubbled merrily away with a hissing noise.

x—x—x

"It's just Christopher, my lord—"

Christopher never got the chance to correct Hui-Bawa, his self-deprecating smile switching to bemusement as the other man almost choked on his drink.

"That's why it's called 'sparkling,'" Genevieve interjected quickly. "Though the more common word is just 'soda water,' because they use the same process to put the bubbles in soda. I'm so sorry it wasn't to your taste—I don't much like it, either." Genevieve was actually fairly convinced that no one truly enjoyed sparkling water, and that most people were just too proud to admit it.

She bit back a dismayed frown. This was not how she'd imagined her first meeting with Hui-Bawa to go, if they ever met at all.

"Please, my lord," Christopher said smoothly, extending a hand, but refraining from actually taking the glass. "Let me go back and find you something better while you and the princess talk."

x—x—x

"Please, do not worry about it in the slightest, Lord Christopher. I will be perfectly alright," Hui-Bawa said, setting the cup down. Was this man a servant? "Sparkling water, eh?" He let a chuckle escape his lips, which quickly turned into a booming laugh. "Never doubt the ingenuity of the human peoples! Ha ha! My brother, he would love something like this."

Hui-Bawa took a minute to compose himself, and turned to face Genevieve. "On to more serious matters." He smoothed out his suit, as far as it might perhaps be smoothed, and continued. "On behalf of countless families in the city of Du-Tunka, I would like to thank you for your caring nature." He shuffled about on his feet a bit. "You are probably curious as to where your donation is going, yes? I would expect nothing less. It was . . . generous."

x—x—x

Christopher's professionalism slipped as he let a smile escape. Genevieve's professionalism stayed intact—which was good, else she probably would have kicked him. As it was, she was too busy hoping the heat she felt climbing up the back of her neck, prickling her cheeks, wasn't obvious under her fair skin.

"You're more than welcome," she said. "Your reputation speaks for itself—I never had any doubt that you would use the money to do whatever you thought was best to help your country." Swallowing, resisting the uncourtly urge to drop her gaze, she added, "There's only so much I'm able to give each year, so I always do my research first. I wish I could give you more."

x—x—x

"I have spoken to some of Du-Wassi's top economists," Hui-Bawa said. "They think that with your help, they may save the entire city of Du-Tunka, and its population of one million souls, from the ravages of yellow fever. Many of my countrymen are a little . . . close minded, and fear the pale skin. I laugh to think that their lives are owed to one." He let the moment stand for a second, an easy grin touching the corners of his mouth. "But, we have all day to talk about serious matters. At the moment, I think a lunch is just lighthearted enough to think about for the moment." With that, he offered his arm for Genevieve to take.

x—x—x

In a bit of a daze, Genevieve took it. She was glad for the support as they made their way back into the ballroom.

One million lives?

Heat rushed under her skin a second time—excitement, nerves, frustration, and still that lingering bit of shame. Just what could Maris accomplish if their altruistic efforts extended beyond one princess's yearly allocation of her birthday money?

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

(interacting first with @ayzrules, then @Bloonewb)

Genevieve considered her answer carefully—though Mai's own admission at taking some time to adjust to Aciras made her a bit less self-conscious. "I don't think I've been here long enough to get much of an impression," she said, "though you are right about the weather being different. On the warmest days of the year, most parts of Maris don't break out of the low twenties—that's...probably the low seventies here." She paused. "Do Acirans use the metric system? I can't believe I didn't think to check."

Her smile returned, and she shook her head. "Not that it matters. They're just two ways of saying that there's a reason my country produces so much wool."

Her brain was searching for a clever segue when there was the unmistakable sound of her own name being called out in a booming, unfamiliar voice. Genevieve froze, momentarily startled and suddenly very aware of Christopher standing behind her, poised for a threat, however unlikely. She turned, looking for the source of the cry, and found it because several other faces had turned in the same direction.

It was at least mildly better than finding all of those pairs of eyes turned on her.

Now looking decidedly abashed was a man she faintly recognized, pressing his hand to his forehead as another woman—whom, Genevieve supposed, could be easily mistaken for herself, if a person didn't have a clear idea what herself looked like—retreated. Genevieve wasn't one-hundred percent certain of the man's identity, but she thought she had a good guess—a social butterfly, she was not.

To Mai, Gen offered a small, quicky smile and a head-tilt of apology. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. "Would you excuse me for a minute?"

She didn't wait for an answer, quickly but carefully making her way toward her possible acquaintance. Gods, he was tall, putting even Mai Mei's spiked heels to shame. Gen herself was not particularly short, but she found herself quite dwarfed.

"Excuse me," she said, "but is there any chance you're looking for me?"

When Royalty Collides (#YIKES)

Philip Anders (WIP)​

Character Name of Kingdom Name

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do." -H. Jackson Brown Jr.

💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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Philip. No nicknames as of yet, and definitely does not go by—nor answer to—"Phil." One girlfriend did dub him "Prince Charming," and he was both amused and flattered, but didn't let it go to his head.

💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Crown prince and current heir to the throne, though his parents have some concerns—including a private worry that he'll abdicate before they can make up their minds.

💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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22

💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male; he/him pronouns.

💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Mostly straight. Philip's probably a 1 on the Kinsey scale, and he's only ever really had feelings for women, but he's open to other possibilities.

💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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(textual description)

💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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(bullet form or paragraph)

💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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(self-explanatory)

💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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(at least one paragraph)

💎𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮
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FC: Julien Sabaud; Color Code: Darkgoldenrod

💎𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰
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💎𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸
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(TBD if you don't know yet; N/A if not betrothed. can be edited later)

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