Princesses

[close] ♚ The Selection Roleplay ♚ The prince of Illéa has finally come of age! 35 lucky girl's between the ages of 16 and 21 will have the opportunity to enter the competition. One applicant will be drawn at random from each province and get a chance to win the prince's heart and become the princess of Illéa. Good luck! The selection may seem like the experience of a lifetime but there are thing's that go on behind the castle walls that make the experience a little less then spectacular. Between the rebels from both the North and the South constantly trying to get in, and the sometimes ruthless girl's all fighting for either the crown or the prince, it really all adds up to a whole lot of drama. This is still a work in progress but I'll be finished soon if you want to start making your characters.

[close] The monarchs are tyrants, and we the people have rebelled. Are you with the tyrants? The monarchs? Will you fight, or will you flee? Alliances are shifting, and time is changing. Who will come out on top?

[close] when you live in a world of fairytales, you don't know you live in a world of ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ...once upon a time there was a brave night, and he believed that there was something like true love, but, obviously boy was wrong. He went to search the world for stories of princesses, and on the way, he came across an old lady with fruits. “there is no such thing as true love.” the old lady told him, even though he hadn't said anything aloud. the knight spun around, and said, “i'm sorry miss, what did you say?” the lady looked him right in the eyes, “come closer.” the old woman rasped. the knight didn't budge, so the old moved closer instead. she pulled out a blood red apple, and stuck out her hand for the knight to take it. he paused, then he took it, slowly, and put it in his bag, thinking he would discard it when the lady was gone. “now, young man, only eat it when in times of danger, other wise, there will be consequences.”         that is how life is in our world, where witches ruin our fairytale, and turn it into a nightmare tale. here... happiness is obselete.

[close] Wᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Cᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʟᴜʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs.