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Love Story [ic]
Peace Sat Aug 22, 2009 11:25 pm
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Love Story
"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes..."
It was only around eight in the morning when Isabella arrived in New York. It didn't feel like New York City though, and that feeling bothered her. Her brown eyes wandered as she peered out of the tinted window from the back of the limousine. There were no street venders or crowds of working class people, no tourists or homeless people. No taxis were zooming past them and there were no angry drivers honking their horns.
Isabella had been to New York City only once before. She was five, maybe six at the time, but she thought she had seen all of those things. Mabey she just remembered it all from photographs or movies. She hoped though, that one day it would be restored with the magic of the public. It was too desserted now.
Before she knew it, the limousine had stopped infront of an extravagent building with the words 'The Plaza' written on it. Flags from many nations were flying on the building, and Isabella knew this was the right place. Her parents had arrived two days in advance, and now the families were welcome. She had been excited to come, but now she was beginning to get nervous.
Her bags were already being carried up to her room, so Isabella walked through the spinning doors and into the lobby. It was a beautiful room with a high, glass cieling and paintings lining the walls that must've costed forutnes.
"Miss Sanfrancina," A woman announced with a smile and small curtsey. "The b-" The woman began to speak but stopped once Isabella put her hand up.
"It's Isabella, and please don't curtsey, it's really unnecessary," Isabella said, adding in a kind smile after. She hated being treated as if she were better than other people.
"Sorry Mi- Isabella. Like I was saying, all of our younger guests were asked to stay out in the back gardens until your parents have finished with their morning meeting. There's a patio sitting area, a pool, jacuzzi and food and drinks are already waiting out there. Please just yell if you need anything."
Isabella didn't even reply to the woman and had alredy began to walk towards the exit sign. The back property was magnificant, and was definitely not something she wouldn've thought to see in New York City. Things had obviously changed, but this was something that she didn't mind. It reminded her of the Spanish gardens back at the Palace in Spain. Sitting down, Isabella didn't spot anyone else yet and so she pulled out her Blackberry, checking her emails.
Love Story
"You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes..."
It was only around eight in the morning when Isabella arrived in New York. It didn't feel like New York City though, and that feeling bothered her. Her brown eyes wandered as she peered out of the tinted window from the back of the limousine. There were no street venders or crowds of working class people, no tourists or homeless people. No taxis were zooming past them and there were no angry drivers honking their horns.
Isabella had been to New York City only once before. She was five, maybe six at the time, but she thought she had seen all of those things. Mabey she just remembered it all from photographs or movies. She hoped though, that one day it would be restored with the magic of the public. It was too desserted now.
Before she knew it, the limousine had stopped infront of an extravagent building with the words 'The Plaza' written on it. Flags from many nations were flying on the building, and Isabella knew this was the right place. Her parents had arrived two days in advance, and now the families were welcome. She had been excited to come, but now she was beginning to get nervous.
Her bags were already being carried up to her room, so Isabella walked through the spinning doors and into the lobby. It was a beautiful room with a high, glass cieling and paintings lining the walls that must've costed forutnes.
"Miss Sanfrancina," A woman announced with a smile and small curtsey. "The b-" The woman began to speak but stopped once Isabella put her hand up.
"It's Isabella, and please don't curtsey, it's really unnecessary," Isabella said, adding in a kind smile after. She hated being treated as if she were better than other people.
"Sorry Mi- Isabella. Like I was saying, all of our younger guests were asked to stay out in the back gardens until your parents have finished with their morning meeting. There's a patio sitting area, a pool, jacuzzi and food and drinks are already waiting out there. Please just yell if you need anything."
Isabella didn't even reply to the woman and had alredy began to walk towards the exit sign. The back property was magnificant, and was definitely not something she wouldn've thought to see in New York City. Things had obviously changed, but this was something that she didn't mind. It reminded her of the Spanish gardens back at the Palace in Spain. Sitting down, Isabella didn't spot anyone else yet and so she pulled out her Blackberry, checking her emails.
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Re: Love Story [ic]
sweetangel Sun Aug 23, 2009 11:57 am
~Nina Petrova~
“Miss Petrova….Miss Petrova!” The name seemed so familiar but at the same time it sounded foreign on the caller’s tongue. A small yawn escaped her lips as her eyes slowly opened to see a stranger’s face looking at her from the driver’s part of the limo. It had been a long trip for the young Russian maiden to get here and it was the first time on the whole trip she had gotten some sleep. At least now she felt a little more refreshed as she brushed her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. “Da,” she crocked, her throat had become all dry as she quickly grabbed her water bottle out of her bag and took a sip from it. “We have arrived at your destination, Welcome to the New York Plaza Miss Petrova.” Before she could even so much as look out the window to see the door was opened and the bright sunlight came rushing in.
Nina grabbed her handbag as she hopped out of the limo getting. Blinded by the light she nearly tripped over but one of the doormen was quick enough to give her a hand. She nodded polite to say ‘thank you’ before she turned to the back of the car to see that all her luggage was getting placed onto a trolley and then taken inside. Her eyes trailed towards the building, surprised at how large it was as it stood silently amongst the other buildings. Flags from all nations were hanging out the front noticing her own countries flag blowing neatly in the wind she couldn’t help but smile.
Once inside she was greeted by a woman who announced that all the younger guest where to wait out the back for their parents to finish. Nina frowned a little not knowing why her parents had even asked her to come with them. They always told her not to communicate with any of the other nations and now she was stuck here surrounded by people who clearly didn’t share the same interests as her. She would’ve rather stayed home amongst her friends and family. Her parents were obliviously trying to get back at her for getting caught drink driving. She sure wasn’t going to make this trip easy for her parents, if they want to push her she would just happily return the favour. And making friends with some of these kids was sure not on her plans.
Nina casually walked outside only to take a quick look around the beautiful garden before taking a seat on the steps. There weren’t a lot of others around and since there was nothing better to do, she grabbed out a cigarette from her bag. She wasn’t really a smoker just something she does when she is bored or wants to piss her parents off. In this case it was for both reasons. Lightening it up as she took a drag from it, holding it very professionally in her hands as she looked around the place at some of the others.
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Re: Love Story [ic]
Whatsername Sun Aug 23, 2009 1:02 pm
Genevieve was exhausted; it was so early in New York, but it was midnight in Northern Ireland, and she wanted to do nothing more than to put her head down and sleep. Someone was calling her now, and she turned to face them, trying her best to blink the sleep out of her eyes.
"Miss O'Callaghan? We're here; New York Plaza,"
Genevieve's face was completely blank for a few minutes, before it finally clicked; of course. Her dad was here because of a state thing, that's why she was in New York at eight in the morning. Her dad refused to leave her at home, God forbid she should take care of herself for once, and that was why she was suffering from so much jet lag.
Stepping out of the car, she pulled her jacket tighter around her; it was a bright day, and warm, but still, Genevieve shivered because of the breeze that was in the air. Glancing up, she caught sight of the flags, and a smile crossed her face as she saw the green white and orange flag; how many times had she gone out in public with her parents when she was younger, waving that flag for all to see? Her mother had always encouraged her; show pride in her country. Well, you couldn't get more proud than her - for God's sake, she practically looked like the flag; ginger hair, pale skin, dressed in green. Oh aye, she was showing pride in her country alright, she thought to herself, pulling the jacket tighter again - why had she worn this bloody dress?
"Because I have to look proper," She muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. God, she hated people telling her to look proper; stand up straight, walk like this, dress like this, act like this. It got really annoying after a while.
She was being led into the Plaza now, and she became a little more alert as she glanced around inside it; it was beautiful. Her bags were being taken to her room, and she was told she could wait out in the back, with the others, until the meeting was over. That made her sweat a little; socializing had never been a strong point of Genevieve's, she tended to drift into a daydream far to easily, and that offended people because it made it look like she was ignoring them. One of the people taking the bags reached to take the canvas bag she had slung about her shoulder, but she gripped tighter on it - she'd like to keep that one, and they quickly got the message.
Even so, she went out, relieved to see there wasn't that many people there; two other girls, and they didn't seem to want to talk - one was on a phone or something, Genevieve never cared about that stuff, and the other was smoking. Dropping in to one of the seats, she looked around; to her, it seemed they were trying to hard with it, and she found herself struck with the feeling of being homesick. God, she'd do anything to get back to Northern Ireland, where everything was simple and she knew what was happening and she didn't have to socialize.
Pulling a book out of the bag she still had slung over her shoulder, she opened it up and slid down in her seat a little bit, hiding her face behind the hardback - hopefully, the message would be gotten, but after a few seconds staring at the page, she was gone; another daydream had seized her, and she found herself relieved it had.
At least this is familar.
"Miss O'Callaghan? We're here; New York Plaza,"
Genevieve's face was completely blank for a few minutes, before it finally clicked; of course. Her dad was here because of a state thing, that's why she was in New York at eight in the morning. Her dad refused to leave her at home, God forbid she should take care of herself for once, and that was why she was suffering from so much jet lag.
Stepping out of the car, she pulled her jacket tighter around her; it was a bright day, and warm, but still, Genevieve shivered because of the breeze that was in the air. Glancing up, she caught sight of the flags, and a smile crossed her face as she saw the green white and orange flag; how many times had she gone out in public with her parents when she was younger, waving that flag for all to see? Her mother had always encouraged her; show pride in her country. Well, you couldn't get more proud than her - for God's sake, she practically looked like the flag; ginger hair, pale skin, dressed in green. Oh aye, she was showing pride in her country alright, she thought to herself, pulling the jacket tighter again - why had she worn this bloody dress?
"Because I have to look proper," She muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. God, she hated people telling her to look proper; stand up straight, walk like this, dress like this, act like this. It got really annoying after a while.
She was being led into the Plaza now, and she became a little more alert as she glanced around inside it; it was beautiful. Her bags were being taken to her room, and she was told she could wait out in the back, with the others, until the meeting was over. That made her sweat a little; socializing had never been a strong point of Genevieve's, she tended to drift into a daydream far to easily, and that offended people because it made it look like she was ignoring them. One of the people taking the bags reached to take the canvas bag she had slung about her shoulder, but she gripped tighter on it - she'd like to keep that one, and they quickly got the message.
Even so, she went out, relieved to see there wasn't that many people there; two other girls, and they didn't seem to want to talk - one was on a phone or something, Genevieve never cared about that stuff, and the other was smoking. Dropping in to one of the seats, she looked around; to her, it seemed they were trying to hard with it, and she found herself struck with the feeling of being homesick. God, she'd do anything to get back to Northern Ireland, where everything was simple and she knew what was happening and she didn't have to socialize.
Pulling a book out of the bag she still had slung over her shoulder, she opened it up and slid down in her seat a little bit, hiding her face behind the hardback - hopefully, the message would be gotten, but after a few seconds staring at the page, she was gone; another daydream had seized her, and she found herself relieved it had.
At least this is familar.
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Bridget Sun Aug 23, 2009 3:38 pm
"Pouvez-vous conduire un peu plus lentement ?" Kyleigh snapped, glaring ahead at the young man who was driving the limousine. He seemed to be Hispanic or something, and the blank stare that he gave in return, showed Kyleigh that he had no idea what she had just said.
Running her hand through her golden hair, she searched for the English words. Kyleigh had taken English classes since she was six years old, but she still hadn't mastered the language. "Can you drive any slower?" She asked, although her voice was filled with sarcasm the first time, now she was unsure if she had said it correctly, and it probably came out as if she really did want the driver to drive slower.
With a long, dramatic sigh, Kyleigh leaned her head against the window and peered out. There wasn't much to see other than a lot of police cars patrolling the streets and maybe one or two other limousines or cars. A few people could be spotted walking on the streets, but not many. Soon enough, the streets faded and the car stopped infront of a large hotel looking place. After the driver opened the door for Kyleigh and her brother Daniel, she slid out of the car and straightened out the sundress that was now wrinkled from sitting on it for so long.
"Soyez bienvenus le Plaza," A woman's voice said. As Kyleigh looked up, the voice was matched with a woman in a uniform, who probably worked at the hotel. Kyliegh smiled politely in response and listened as she informed her that the younger guests were outside. Without waiting for her brother, Kyleigh's hands crossed over her chest and she strutted out the back doors. It opened up into a nice sitting area, with wonderful gardens. The only ugly part about it in Kyleigh's mind were the three girls already sitting out there.
"Bonjour," Kyleigh announced loudly as she walked through the patio towards one of the tables. She sat down, staring over at the other girls who all seemed to be pretending to do something, just to avoid conversation. It wasn't hard to recognize many of the faces, only because Kyleigh had seen them before in magazines or on television.
After there wasn't much of a reply, Kyleigh went on. "Who... is... all... you?" She asked, uncertainty filling her voice once again. Speaking French was so much easier, and Kyliegh was now wishing that her parents would've hired a translator. Hopefully Daniel would come out soon. He was always a better English speaker.
Running her hand through her golden hair, she searched for the English words. Kyleigh had taken English classes since she was six years old, but she still hadn't mastered the language. "Can you drive any slower?" She asked, although her voice was filled with sarcasm the first time, now she was unsure if she had said it correctly, and it probably came out as if she really did want the driver to drive slower.
With a long, dramatic sigh, Kyleigh leaned her head against the window and peered out. There wasn't much to see other than a lot of police cars patrolling the streets and maybe one or two other limousines or cars. A few people could be spotted walking on the streets, but not many. Soon enough, the streets faded and the car stopped infront of a large hotel looking place. After the driver opened the door for Kyleigh and her brother Daniel, she slid out of the car and straightened out the sundress that was now wrinkled from sitting on it for so long.
"Soyez bienvenus le Plaza," A woman's voice said. As Kyleigh looked up, the voice was matched with a woman in a uniform, who probably worked at the hotel. Kyliegh smiled politely in response and listened as she informed her that the younger guests were outside. Without waiting for her brother, Kyleigh's hands crossed over her chest and she strutted out the back doors. It opened up into a nice sitting area, with wonderful gardens. The only ugly part about it in Kyleigh's mind were the three girls already sitting out there.
"Bonjour," Kyleigh announced loudly as she walked through the patio towards one of the tables. She sat down, staring over at the other girls who all seemed to be pretending to do something, just to avoid conversation. It wasn't hard to recognize many of the faces, only because Kyleigh had seen them before in magazines or on television.
After there wasn't much of a reply, Kyleigh went on. "Who... is... all... you?" She asked, uncertainty filling her voice once again. Speaking French was so much easier, and Kyliegh was now wishing that her parents would've hired a translator. Hopefully Daniel would come out soon. He was always a better English speaker.
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Re: Love Story [ic]
Stephen Mon Aug 24, 2009 3:31 am
Besides sleeping, the rest of the plane ride for Daniel was spent listening to his iPod, and it didn't change as he sat down in the limo next to his younger sister, Kyleigh. The last thing he wanted to hear was her voice, and so the volume was raised to it's loudest point, and Daniel had closed his eyes for a good portion of the ride. American bands boomed in his ears. They were old bands though, because the new age of music didn't do much for him. It was mainly all rap, songs with tons of cussing and bad-talking the government and the world. There was barely any inspiration left in the music world, and so Daniel had always retreated back to the old sounds of Greenday, My Chemical Romance and Story of the Year.
Although he could barely hear it, his sister's annoying voice could still be heard over his music, and Daniel hit pause as he heard the bitchy tone in her voice. Kyleigh always tried to act so perfect when they were in public in France, but now she deemed it necessary to give the driver an attitude. Luckily, the driver didn't speak French and assumed that because of the un-certainty in Kyleigh's voice, that she wanted to be driven slower. Daniel didn't correct the woman's mistake, because he really didn't want to rush over to this gathering. Why would he want to head over to meet with other countries and help them solve their problems? There were already enough horrible things going on in France, and once Daniel became King, he didn't want to have to help out anyone else.
Sadly, it didn't take much time before they arrived. The door was opened for them, and Daniel smiled a thanks after stuffing his iPod into the pocket of his jeans and sliding out behind his sister. His bags were already being rushed up to his room, and Daniel slowly followed behind Kyleigh. He took his time admiring the artwork that hung around the lobby, before being directed outside.
There weren't any guys out there, but there were three girls and Kyleigh. She seemed to be the only one wanting to speak to these other people. It was awkward having a sister who thought she ruled the world, and it was appartent that she felt the need to act that way around these people too. He smiled at the girls who had looked up from their solo activities and lifted his hand in a quick wave.
"I'm Daniel of France and this is my sister Kyleigh," Daniel spoke quietly which was unusual for him, but he was busy looking around at the group. He had no idea how many of these girls even spoke English, but he hoped atleast onedid considering he only was fluent in English French and Spanish.
Although he could barely hear it, his sister's annoying voice could still be heard over his music, and Daniel hit pause as he heard the bitchy tone in her voice. Kyleigh always tried to act so perfect when they were in public in France, but now she deemed it necessary to give the driver an attitude. Luckily, the driver didn't speak French and assumed that because of the un-certainty in Kyleigh's voice, that she wanted to be driven slower. Daniel didn't correct the woman's mistake, because he really didn't want to rush over to this gathering. Why would he want to head over to meet with other countries and help them solve their problems? There were already enough horrible things going on in France, and once Daniel became King, he didn't want to have to help out anyone else.
Sadly, it didn't take much time before they arrived. The door was opened for them, and Daniel smiled a thanks after stuffing his iPod into the pocket of his jeans and sliding out behind his sister. His bags were already being rushed up to his room, and Daniel slowly followed behind Kyleigh. He took his time admiring the artwork that hung around the lobby, before being directed outside.
There weren't any guys out there, but there were three girls and Kyleigh. She seemed to be the only one wanting to speak to these other people. It was awkward having a sister who thought she ruled the world, and it was appartent that she felt the need to act that way around these people too. He smiled at the girls who had looked up from their solo activities and lifted his hand in a quick wave.
"I'm Daniel of France and this is my sister Kyleigh," Daniel spoke quietly which was unusual for him, but he was busy looking around at the group. He had no idea how many of these girls even spoke English, but he hoped atleast onedid considering he only was fluent in English French and Spanish.
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sweetangel Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:27 am
Feeling bored as she sat on the stairs Nina found herself gazing around the garden. She tried working out each person’s personality, who had already arrived. Noticing a girl reading a book, she would defiantly be smart and maybe even a bit of a dreamer. Letting herself get sucked into unreal worlds were the ending is always the same, ‘happily ever after.’ Nina tried to work out what book she was reading maybe it was one of the few she had read but the title was in another language. Her eyes moved along to another girl who was busy messaging someone on her phone. This girl surely would be one of those materialistic girls, more concerned with the latest gossip then anything else. But before she could continue on a loud voice from behind her calls out, "Bonjour.” Nina was quite surprised and couldn’t help jump a bit as she turned around to see a new girl joining them. She was quite a confident one, Nina thought.
Nina moved over a little to let the girl as she made her way towards the table but unlike any of them this girl was eager to start a conversation. Her English wasn’t the best but easily understood. Nina herself had been taken a few classes to get her English up to scrap, she can easily understand it but when it comes to writing or pronouncing a few words she has a bit of trouble. At first she just smiled at the girl not sure if she should answer or not wondering if the others girls would. Before she could even so much as blink another guest came in but this time it was a guy. He quickly introduce himself as Daniel from France and the confident girl as his sister Kyleigh. At first Nina just smiled softly, she must say he was quite handsome for a French boy, although she had never met or seen any French boys before.
Her gaze returned to the other girls to see if they would answer. She took a drag from her cigarette before finally taking the courage to say something. Nina gazed straight ahead not really looking at anyone as she spoke, “Nina from Russia.” Although her words were short her accent could be heard straight away. Nina then took another drag this time blowing the smoke out before throwing the cigarette on the ground and then squishing it with her foot.
Nina moved over a little to let the girl as she made her way towards the table but unlike any of them this girl was eager to start a conversation. Her English wasn’t the best but easily understood. Nina herself had been taken a few classes to get her English up to scrap, she can easily understand it but when it comes to writing or pronouncing a few words she has a bit of trouble. At first she just smiled at the girl not sure if she should answer or not wondering if the others girls would. Before she could even so much as blink another guest came in but this time it was a guy. He quickly introduce himself as Daniel from France and the confident girl as his sister Kyleigh. At first Nina just smiled softly, she must say he was quite handsome for a French boy, although she had never met or seen any French boys before.
Her gaze returned to the other girls to see if they would answer. She took a drag from her cigarette before finally taking the courage to say something. Nina gazed straight ahead not really looking at anyone as she spoke, “Nina from Russia.” Although her words were short her accent could be heard straight away. Nina then took another drag this time blowing the smoke out before throwing the cigarette on the ground and then squishing it with her foot.
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Re: Love Story [ic]
bellemicki Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:50 pm
As the limo pulled up outside the Plaza hotel, Arielle Athena Kyriakis looked at the impressive old building and smiled to herself. This was her first trip outside Greece and the hotel was everything that she had ever imagined it would be from the movies and tv she had seen. Allowing the doorman to help her out of the car she could see the paparrazi that were recording every arrival of the world's most infuencial families and gave them a small smile and nod of recognition before she followed her bodyguard/assistant Petros inside.
Once she had been advised that her luggage would be taken care of and that she was to join the other young royals outside she thanked the reception clerk and then careful not to trip on the hem of her flowing blue and white skirt, she walked out to the gardens and felt a little self concious as she regarded the people already there. The girls seemed so much more cosmopolitan than she was and the young man in their company was undeniably handsome. Each was there for the same reason and yet the lack of interaction between them was worrisome to her. She had come to help her people find peace and a new sense of unity with the world, had these people come to find the same?
"Hello, I am Arielle..." she said in the hope that someone would show the slightest tinge of warmth to her.
Once she had been advised that her luggage would be taken care of and that she was to join the other young royals outside she thanked the reception clerk and then careful not to trip on the hem of her flowing blue and white skirt, she walked out to the gardens and felt a little self concious as she regarded the people already there. The girls seemed so much more cosmopolitan than she was and the young man in their company was undeniably handsome. Each was there for the same reason and yet the lack of interaction between them was worrisome to her. She had come to help her people find peace and a new sense of unity with the world, had these people come to find the same?
"Hello, I am Arielle..." she said in the hope that someone would show the slightest tinge of warmth to her.
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bellemicki Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:09 pm
"The Plaza Hotel Your Highness..." The driver declared as the Bentley came to a slow stop outside the hotel where the most important gathering the world had known was taking place and looking up from the movie he was watching on his ipod Edward Julian Oscar Statham smiled and stopped it. He could see the Union Jack flying proudly alongside the flags of its fellow nations and he knew that coming to New York had been the right thing to do. As the door opened the chill of the air met him and stepping out of the car he posed for a few photos before he was ushered inside.
For a moment he watched the industrious workforce bustling about their appointed tasks taking luggage to rooms and handing out keys for the rooms. Various security teams from all the represented countries were clearly sizing each other up and Edward graciously took his room key and slipped it in his pocket before he went outside, following the instructions of the clerk.
"Hello there..." he said warmly as he walked out to the group that had already gathered, "Don't suppose they've given us any drinks out here have they? I could murder a whiskey..." He looked at the other young man and nodded respectfully, "Prince Daniel, I believe...it's nice to see that there is at least one other man here for this."
For a moment he watched the industrious workforce bustling about their appointed tasks taking luggage to rooms and handing out keys for the rooms. Various security teams from all the represented countries were clearly sizing each other up and Edward graciously took his room key and slipped it in his pocket before he went outside, following the instructions of the clerk.
"Hello there..." he said warmly as he walked out to the group that had already gathered, "Don't suppose they've given us any drinks out here have they? I could murder a whiskey..." He looked at the other young man and nodded respectfully, "Prince Daniel, I believe...it's nice to see that there is at least one other man here for this."
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bellemicki Sat Oct 24, 2009 2:38 pm
As more royals arrived Arielle spotted Petros at the doorway and quickly moved over to her bodyguard, adviser, friend and everything she had ever needed him to be. Her eyes widened in horror and her tanned skin paled as she heard what he had to say and quickly dispatching him back to where he had come from she slowly walked back to the other royals and cleared her throat.
"Did any of you know why were summoned here?" she asked as politely as she could, "I fear we have all been misled and now the depth of our loyalty to our countries and our obidence to our families are about to be asked to be proved..."
"What do you mean?" Edward asked feeling a little concerned by the sudden pallor on the Princess' cheeks and the strange expression in her eyes,
"I was told that I was here to ensure unity and peace for Greece in this new world that we have all found ourselves in." Arielle replied, "It seems unity is exactly what our parents have in mind for us...all of us...unified in marriages."
"WHAT! No way!" Edward shook his head, "No offence Princess, but my family would never..."
"This is what they are discussing at this very moment..." Arielle insisted, "Who should be married to whom..."
"Did any of you know why were summoned here?" she asked as politely as she could, "I fear we have all been misled and now the depth of our loyalty to our countries and our obidence to our families are about to be asked to be proved..."
"What do you mean?" Edward asked feeling a little concerned by the sudden pallor on the Princess' cheeks and the strange expression in her eyes,
"I was told that I was here to ensure unity and peace for Greece in this new world that we have all found ourselves in." Arielle replied, "It seems unity is exactly what our parents have in mind for us...all of us...unified in marriages."
"WHAT! No way!" Edward shook his head, "No offence Princess, but my family would never..."
"This is what they are discussing at this very moment..." Arielle insisted, "Who should be married to whom..."
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