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Isabelle Lamour's room
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Mar 16, 2014 03:56PM
"Stunning, Ma'am."
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"Thank you." Yes... The effect was quite good...
Anna was standing in the back of the room watching waiting for her assistance to be requested. ((So sorry MEL!))
((I love Elsa too XD Yeah, sorry bout that Beck :/ Whaha ANNA!! XD))Cress nodded.
((XD))It would do.
"All right. Well, good luck, Miss Lamour."
"That's nice. Bye." Cress sighed and plopped down into a chair.
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Anna flopped onto the bed. Once the door closed behind her, she sighed. "Why of all the lowdown arrogant..."
Isabelle sat in front of the vanity, wearing another white dress, brushing her hair again. She wore a simple silver necklace, and a silver bracelet that twisted around her arm.
Dante squared his shoulders and knocked briskly on the door. He was ready for some more simple pleasantries that never failed to bore him.
She looked up at the sound of the door, and put the brush down. She headed over to the door, and opened it cautiously.
"Hello Miss Isabelle. I hope that I am not interrupting anything." Dante smiled politely.
"No, not at all," she nodded at him. So it was the Prince... It was probably a good thing that she hadn't shouted to come in...
"Spectacular, so how are you?" he asked, shocking himself with his own horrible greeting. How are you? That was just sad.
"I'm wonderful. The palace is lovely. How are you?"
((Sorry!))"I'm quite fine, thank you." he smiled.
((XD it's okay :) you've been busy))She nodded, and smiled back.
(*huge sigh of relief* Thank you so much! :) ))Dante tried to rack his mind for something to say. If it was any girl nit in the selection, he chandle it with ease, but these girls were supposed to be potential wives. He honestly didn't want to think about that, though. He was freaking 19. "If you please, tell me something about yourself." he said and forced a convincing smile on his face.
"About myself? Well, I'm a 2. An only child... I'm an actress. I speak French fluently, and have connections with the royal family of France. And to be honest, I'm just as terrified as you feel." Mental facepalm. Don't talk about feelings. Stick with facts. Ask him about himself? Is that too repetitive? God, this is stressful. How does he handle it? "And yourself, your Highness? I've heard about you, of course, but the media tends to exaggerate."
"That is a very good point." Dante conceded. "Well, as you know, I'm next in line for the throne, and I'm constantly arguing with my cousin because he insists that he got the handsome gene while I got the fighting gene." he joked. Dante regretted it. She seemed like a more practical girl. "Anyways, I do, actually, like to fight, I enjoy riding horses, and I fancy myself as somewhat of a musician." he said.
She smiled softly. "Well, he must be incredibly handsome to be able to say e is more handsome than you." He was, in fact, rather attractive. She'd been a little worried that her parents had been sending her off to marry... Well... And he had a sense of humour. That was good, she supposed. "Well, I have to say that I've never been excellent at fighting, your highness, but I do enjoy horseback riding, and I fancy that I can play the flute rather well. What do you play?" ((Gtg :())
((Aww:( Bye! ))"You flatter me." he smiled politely. He wondered if she'd think the same thing if she saw the brutally honest scars he bore. "I play the piano, but I am far from the best." It wasn't a lie, but it wasthe triuth either. His father made him be the best at everything. There was no 'try your best.' To the king, there was only success and failure. All too often, Dante found himself less than worthy of the crown in the king's eyes, but he was always trying to work harder for him. He would be the person his father wanted him to be, starting with the selection.
((Za-Za can you check out Lila's room?))
She nodded. "I'm sure you're wonderful at the piano."
((Ugh, that was short, sorry. I'm in French class.))
((No problem :) ))Dante offered her a smile. "Why, thank you." he said. "So tell me about the life of an actress."
((XD)) "Probably surprisingly like yours, now that I think about it. Pretending to be someone you're not in front of the cameras..."
"I'd like to think that I'm fairly honest in front of the camera and - by extent - the people." Dante replied with a raised brow. His tone wasn't sharp, but the warning behind his words was. "Forgive me, it's been a very eventful past few hours." he amended.
She smiled softly. "I'm sorry as well. I didn't mean to be that forward... All I meant was that the cameras are always on you... And sometimes you forget to be yourself. As an actress, I mean."
"Of course," Dante murmured, "It is very hard to keep to who I am with every move being watched, but I can't afford to lose myself, or I'll just be a pawn." he said honestly.
She nodded. "As an actress... You're always someone's pawn. Doing whatever someone tells you. Otherwise your next paycheck never arrives." And then when you get home, you're your parents pawn.
Dante nodded. "Then you are stronger than I ever could be." he replied. His father already tried to bend him to perfection. He could never live with everyone constantly trying to force him to do things.
"Strong?" She let out a short laugh. "As if... If I were strong, is do what I want. I'd be myself, not someone else's broken dreams."
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