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May 05, 2016 06:44PM
Yo! Haha so what are some of your favorite things to rp?
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same! We could do something with werewolves and another species. I noticed you're into The Selection series. Perhaps we can do a little something like that
I couldn't agree more (x mmm I was thinking of maybe doing something in that time. Got any ideas?
maybe we can do a little supernatural and that? Mix it up?
Yeah it does. That's really good! Maybe we can have the guard not tell the prince for my girl to stay maybe she'll just stay because the prince and my girl are good friends? But really the guard could have a thing for her or something but he keeps to himself. Oh and Like America she can let the prince have the scoop and he constantly ask about your girl. Maybe your girl and my girl could be enemies? Ooo your girl could think my girl is trying to sabotage her shot and my girl doesn't deny it but really she's just trying to see what's up with her to let the prince know? Something like that
OMAHGAWDD!!! that's perfect! My girl won't even have to be in the selection she could be your princes sister!! Eek that's really good. Yeah and they could have a new batch of guards and they can like fall for each other or something!!
No no I would be the prince and the sister and you'd be the guard and the selected girl
We don't have to do werewolves. We can maybe work it out once we get a feel of the rp or something. Or we could just stick to this (:
Th longer the better! Whatever you're comfortable with (: and is name, age, and appearance good? I prefer finding out the rest throughout the rp. Sorry I took a while. I was talking to an old friend and I might be headed to sleep in a bit but I can get my characters up (:
oh haha mm how about 17-19? The Prince will be 19 and I think my girl will be 17
Dakota Lyla Merryweather
17
Jasper Charles Merryweather
19
Sorry it took me so long! It was being complicated smh
I'm not sure, it was a pretty weird name haha. Like Rhue something. Would you mind starting? I'm headed to school
Thank you(: I'll reply when I get home.
Today was the big day. Jasper now sit surrounded by his family as The Report started. For the most part Jasper was rather calm but still he couldn't help but clasp his hands together to keep from fidgeting. It was all pretty nerve racking but Jasper knew better than to let that show on live television.
"Your Highness?" Jasper blinked his gaze lifting up towards Osiris. The new man that held the show. Had he asked a question?
"Pardon?"
Osiris chuckled but it was full of softness and understanding. Osiris Runelane was a good friend of the Royal family for the past couple years and the man was nothing but kind. "I asked how you were feeling? Excuse me, Your Highness, but you seem a little quiet tonight." Had he? Get it together, Jasper.
"I'm feeling wonderful. I must admit I am a bit nervous as any man would be to know his home will be filled with over 35 women in the next week." Laughter. "But I am more excited than ever to know that I will meet the one who will stand beside me now and forever. For me and my family." That must have been the right answer because out of the corner of his eye he watched his father give a reassuring nod and his mother place a warm hand on his, a small squeeze offered.
"I'm happy to hear that." Giving a satisfied nod Osiris turned towards the screen, an arm extended and a huge smile plastered on his lips. "Now lady's and gentlemen the moment you've all been waiting for. The Selected!"
Pictures of young women began to turn up on the screen with a name and their origin. Quietly Jasper began to mentally take pictures of them all and stick a name to them. Jasper smiled for each girl, not wanting to act a certain way for only one. Yet still after it was over Jasper couldn't help but feel even more nervous. Being apart of The Royal family Jasper had never really got close to any type of female figure other than balls and party's but those were just a reminder that everything was good and peaceful between certain kingdoms. Sure, Jaspers father had suggested he'd consider being betroth to one of another kingdom but Jasper had quickly denied. It wouldn't be real that way.
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The next couple of days went by in a blur and Dakota couldn't help but dread what was coming. A bunch of strangers coming into her home to hook up with her brother. With them all competing for the same thing it would soon be pandemonium. Oh well, at least it wasn't her.
As if on que a small knock sounded on the door. Lifting a hand to keep Haley from opening it she stood up and walked over. "I hate getting paid for doing nothing." Rolling her eyes The Princess turned over and gave a small wink, "You're reading with me. That's something." Haley shook her head but Dakota caught the glimpse of the smallest smile on her maids face as she turned back down to her book. Opening the door wide Dakota frowned when she saw who it was. "Haley you wanna do something? Would you mind fetching me one of those sweet breads Arnold made last week. I absolutely adore them."
"Of course, Your Highness." With a curtsy Haley made her way out and Jasper and their mother walked in. The three walked over to the bed and flopped down. Well except for Mother, she was as graceful as could be. "More bad news? Rain check?" Dakota sighed and layed back, her eyes closing.
Jasper spoke first. "We just wanted to see how you're doing, Kota bear. Especially after the announcement that you will be sharing your room with a few of the girls." Dakota sat up quickly, getting whiplash for a second but quickly brushed it off. "What! We have plenty of rooms? Mother?!" Kota screeched, her blue frantic eyes latching onto her mothers green ones. All she did was shake her head in disapproval.
"Joke." Jasper laughed, a tired smile on his lips. Tired. It was moments like these Dakota wished she could take his place.
With a sigh the girl rested her head in her mothers lap, not wanting to yell at her older brother. Her mother began to fiddle with her hair as she spoke next. "You haven't been around for a while and we just wanted to check on you. How are you?"
"Peachy."
With a sigh the Queen continued. "Tomorrow the girls will finally arrive and you must be on your best behavior. The new batch of guards just arrived as well. Do not give them a hard time, Lyla. I mean it." Woah, middle name, must be serious. With a roll of her eyes Dakota snuggled into her mother, unfazed by her remark.
"Wouldn't count on it."
((Sorry I took so long. Busy weekend ))
(( lol same ))
The girls would be in the women's room ready to meet at five and as of now Jasper sit in his room, contemplating the different kind of horrible scenarios that could go down. "That won't happen, Jas." His younger sister Kota said with a sigh as she went over what tie would look best. The two were very close, have been sense they were little. Aside from Dakota the siblings had two other younger siblings who were out on a trip with their Aunt Annabelle. Father thought it would be best to have the two young rascals get away from the chaos. Their was young Rosalie who was only five and Liam who would be eight next week. Jasper liked to think that they would be a lot like Dakota and himself, close as could be. He couldn't help but miss the two. They were apart of home and Jasper needed all he could get.
"Do you know when Liam and Rosie will be back?" Jasper asked, slipping on his shoes then fixing his belt. "Round noon tomorrow. Can't say little Liam won't try to charm one of the many girls, big brother. He's a stud." Jasper rolled his eyes and let her put on his tie. Slicking back his curls he followed his younger sister out to the family room where they would meet with Mother and Father. The two had also fell in love during the Selections. It was a lovely story but Jasper couldn't help but feel as if they left out a few parts. Mother was the one selecting, not exactly the best point of view considering she was a women and the men were charming. What was he suppose to look for in a girl?
"You ready, son?" Father was a very stern man but boy was he a softy when it came to his children. The King began to straighten the Princes coat as if it had any wrinkles left to fix, then with a small smile he embraced him. "You'll be okay. Chin up." Patting him on the back he pulled away allowing his mother to wrap her arms around Jaspers waist. Fun fact; the Prince was just about 6'5. He prayed the girls didn't think he was a giant.
After a few more embraces and comforting words the family made their way out of the room to where the girls were held. The King and Queen stood in the front while the Prince and Princess were in the back. Well except for the couple of guards tagging along. When they got to the door Jasper took a deep breath and the doors opened.
The girls all seemed to have been in a fit of giggles, some in a small conversation, others alone and occupying themselves with a book or drawing. Either way they all stood in different groups and that helped Jasper identify them more. Jasper recognized a few but already names slipped his mind. He was going to have to memorize those cards.
As soon as they walked in silence filled the room and Jasper did a quick sweep before his father spoke. "Lady's I would like to thank you for participating in this fine Selection and also for taking time out of your normal routine to get here. Welcome to our home." Smiling wide he gestured to his family. "As I'm sure you know I am King Finnick and this is our Queen Kara. You will address us as you formally would. This here is our daughter and your Princess Dakota. And of course there is-" Jasper held up his hand, giving his father a nod as if to say he could introduce himself. With a smile he nodded and stepped back. "I am Prince Jasper, as I'm sure you know." Starting with a hint of humor Jaspers voice was deep and sounded like velvet. His clear blue eyes swept across the room once more, giving each girl a small gaze. One in particular held his longer and it took him more than a second to look away. Shaking his head he focused once more. "I thank you for coming to our home and I do hope you would make yourselves comfortable. You all will be joining dinner with my family and myself tonight and I'm sure we'll be able to get more aquatinted there. Until then, a guard will escort you to your room shortly where your maids will be ready for you. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you. Until then."
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Once Jasper was done Dakota offered a small smile and spoke. "You all look lovely. I look forward to dining with you." Her voice was sweet as honey and she watched as a few of girls eyes seemed memorized. With a small curtsy and a bow from the boys the family made their way out.
Kota gave Jaspers arm a quick reassuring squeeze and changed directions. She maxed her way down the hall giving a few of the new guards a small nod. When she found him she smiled. "Ready?" Kota now looked up at her old friend. Lucas. He was a guard. Every Sunday evening the two would go to the music room and they would work together. Of course her parents were aware but they didn't approve. Especially Jas. "Sorry, Kota. We have a new commander and he's not too keen on having fun. Especially with the Royal family." Lucas rolled his perfect green eyes and gave a defeated shrug. "So? I'm the Princess and I command you to escort me to the music room."
"I think it's demand, buttercup."
"Whatever, jerk. Come on! I really want to go over your new song. Don't you have more?"
"Yeah but Kota-"
"Please."
Something clouded over the boys eyes but it was quickly gone as it had come. "He really won't like this. And I was suppose to take my first round.."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes." Trying to hold back a smile Kota grabbed his hand and rushed down the hall.
They practiced and went over a few of Lucas's latest work. Lucas wrote a lot of music for Dakota to play. The two had met back when Dakota was about ten and she had managed to leave the palace grounds. She had found Lucas playing ball with a few other children in nothing but rags for clothes. Dakota managed to convince her father to allow her new found friend to become a guard when he was older and lucky enough he had surprised her two years ago announcing he was a guard for the palace. Kota hadn't thanked her father enough. Still, he wasn't too fond of how close the two were. And Dakota couldn't lie, Lucas was handsome. With his blond wavy hair, forrest green eyes and chiseled features. She almost understood where her father was coming from but he was no more than a friend. A best friend at that.
Kota let down her hair and opened the top of the piano, closing her eyes to feel the music. She went along with Lucas's composed music but after a while she drifted away and began to play something a bit more slower and nostalgic. Once she was finished she opened her eyes and found a questionable look on her old friends face. "I didn't write that one." Blinking a few times she shook her head, pushing a small strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I guess I got a little carried away."
"A little? Where did that come from, Kota Bear? You alright? You should definitely consider doing some of your own work. That was beautiful." With a perfectly practiced uninterested face she shrugged. "Yeah maybe."
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"Did you meet the girls yet?" Lucas asked as he began to look through his music. His eyes seemed elsewhere but Kota knew it was his way of getting something out of her. Anything emotionally connected.
"Mhm." Too bad she wasn't. Kota preferred to keep to herself. It wasn't that she hated the whole talking thing it's just that she didn't know how. Communicating on a deeper level on how she felt or took things was out of line for Dakota. Labeling her emotions was one of the few things the Princess was bad at. A good reason why she couldn't be Queen. Although, she didn't mind listening.
Growing up as a Princess things were busy all way round. Mother and Father were always out on trips or too soaked up in work to have a close enough relationship. Kota usually kept it all in for their sake. No need to add to their plate, right? Sure she had her brother but he had the burden of being the next heir in line for the throne. That had to be enough too. Kota never mind but it wouldn't hurt.
Pushing her hair behind her ear she stood up and straightened out her dress. Looking up, she caught Lucas staring at her with a strange look. "What?" Just as he was about to answer a throat was cleared catching both of their attention. There stood a tall, dark, and handsome young man. His blue eyes sending quiet daggers at Lucas. His voice was deep and firm and Dakota didn't realize she was staring until he spoke to her. What was that? Finally putting it together she clasped her hands together and held them in front. Washing away any former expressions from her face she gave a small nod and spoke. "Of course. I apologize if I caused any trouble."
"Don't worry about it, Ko- er Your Highness. I take full responsibility." Lucas now stood tall and facing his commanding officer. Giving a small bow type gesture, "Forgive me, Sir. It won't happen again." With a salute Lucas walked past the man and out the door but not before sending Dakota a small apologetic look.
Once he was gone Dakota found herself alone with the new commander and all the lessons of situations like these ran through her mind. "You must be the new commander. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Princess Dakota Merryweather. My pleasure." Offering a small curtsy she looked up from her lashes with a sly smile. She wasn't supposed to curtsy too often, she was the Princess after all. But at the moment it seemed appropriate. Turning her back towards him she walked back to the piano and began to grab the remaining music Lucas had left. "I do hope you won't give him too much trouble." Looking up once more she raised a perfectly shaped brow. "You seem a bit young to be a commander, yes?"
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Jasper found his mind going elsewhere as his father went over some paperwork and positions. Jasper had to be here every afternoon just to watch and sometimes give a few suggestions. Father believed this would give him some perspective. Jas didn't dare go against that. Although today his mind was elsewhere as he had run up to his room earlier to find the picture of the girl that held his gaze for a bit longer. Braelynn Daniels. Those eyes. Those eyes held a story. A story Jasper intended to read.
"Jasper focus." Looking up Jasper gave his father a blank stare. "Sorry, dad. I just...do you mind if I take the day off? I want to go freshen up a bit. Perhaps pay mom a visit before dinner." From the looks of it Jasper was almost sure the man would say no but soon enough his face soften and a expression that Jasper couldn't quite place fazed over his wise eyes. Relief? "Sure, son. Go on ahead but your mother is resting. Tiring couple of days. Let her be." Jasper gave a small nod then walked out.
Suppose it has been pretty stressful as of late. Mother had insisted on helping out on picking out the right flowers and dresses for the girls. Jasper made a small reminder to visit her after and see how she was doing.
Jasper was walking too fast to have been able to stop himself from bumping into the small body that just escaped the corner. Barely catching himself he looked down to see a petite blond girl, her eyes wide with surprise and as soon as her eyes met his, embarrassment. "Prince Jasper! Oh I-" trying to stand up the girl tripped on what seemed to be an overly sized dress causing her to fall right back on her bottom. Reacting immediately Jasper leaned down and helped the small girl up. She seemed not too much taller than his waist. "Are you alright, miss?"
"Yes yes. I just about made a fool of myself. I'm so sorry! I just- oh bloody hell I can't believe this is how We met. I can do better I promise. Oh no no no I-" shaking his head frantically Jasper placed his hand on the small girls shoulder. "Do not worry about it. It was my fault. I do apologize, miss." England? Her accent seemed to uncover that much. Not being able to place her he gave her shoulder a quick squeeze and ducked his head so he could get a look at her. "What is your name?" Her head hung but lifting her head slightly she gave a shy smile.
"Kyla. Kyla Ronem." Smiling at her response Jasper stood up straighter. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Kyla. I do hope you forgive me. I was just going upstairs to get ready for our dinner. I hope to see you there?" Kyla finally head held high gave a confident nod. The girl looked almost to delicate to touch. Porcelain skin, big blue eyes, strawberry blond hair. She looked like a doll. Jasper contemplated his next move and going on a whim he nodded towards the dining room. "I'm not supposed to associate with any of the Selected before I had the dinner so if you would keep this between us I would very much appreciate it." Jasper watched as the girl pressed her lips together and gave an understanding nod, almost as if not expecting more. "And in return I would ask you to accompany me on a date tomorrow morning. Perhaps I could give you a tour? If you don't mind."
Once Kyla had agreed and went on her way to her room Jasper made his way to his. First step, not too bad, right? Kyla seemed sweet and Jasper would try to get to know her as he would any other girl. This was his first date, he prayed it would go right. Shaking his head the Prince went into the bathroom and washed up.
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Dakota smiled tentivly at the commander understanding him. Before the commander they had was a tad bit lazy and having the last time there was a break in to the palace and all he did was send his troops outside with no intructions but to shoot whatever they see the King gladly fired him and asked for him to evacuate the premises immediately. Commander Ashton was definitely a different change of direction. Although he was very young and that simple fact made the princess afraid he wasn't one to let loose. Now now that was just something she could not accept.
"I understand but I hope under that stiff uniform is a young man who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty every once in a while." Chucking she caught herself and added, "With fun that is." Once the princess had cleaned everything up she sat down on the piano bench and smiled up at him. Another bad manner but she wasn't the one to be queen. And unlike her Dakota didn't think Ashton was one to just sit down and talk to the princess so she didn't bother asking him to sit. The Princess was suppose to be getting ready for supper but thankfully all she had to do was touch up a few things. Quite frankly the girl wasn't looking forward to the dinner. Of course Dakota was used to everyone gawking at her like she was some kind of angel but it didn't mean she enjoyed it. It almost hurt in a way that they couldn't just talk to her like she was any other seventeen year old girl. Then again, she wasn't like any other seventeen year old girl. She was a Princess.
Allowing herself to erase that from her mind for a moment Dakota listened to Ashton and couldn't help but feel her eyes soften. He was most definitely a very handsome young man. His chiseled features, beautifully colored skin, and charming eyes. Something she couldn't have.
"I do hope your enjoying yourself here, dear Ashton." She said softly, standing up and offering a warm smile. "I do hope being here doesn't make you home sick. It sure does me." Did she just say that? She had never confessed that to anyone. For one second Dakotas usually held together and playful gleam slipped as she was shocked she had said that. Quickly as it was gone it came back and she nodded, "I hope the girls aren't too much trouble. I suppose it'll get a bit fan girlie, am I-"
"Oh my god." As if on que a high and insecure voice came from the grand doors of the music room where one of the selected hide half behind. "Oh my god-" She stammered. A averaged sized girl with red hair and pale skin stare at the Princess and partly the commander with wide green eyes. On instinct Dakota stood up straighter and covered her emotions for what would come next. "You're the Princess. Oh my- You're Dak-" The girl seemed like she was about to pass out and holding up a perfectly manicured hand the girl shut up immediately. With a embarrassed smile Dakota looked up at the commander and nodded, "It was a pleasure, Commander Ashton. Until then." Walking over gracefully to the half faint girl she placed a hand on the mid of her back and led her out. The girl began to squeak and say how sorry and honored she was to be in her presence. Dakota looked back and gave the commander a quick wink before she escorted the girl down the hall, reassuring her how it was okay and how she was happy they met.
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Jasper sit on the right of his father at the dinner table. His mother on his fathers left and his sister beside his mother. Who was of course, late. Although today Jasper had requested that his sister sit beside him. He could really use the moral support. If Jasper was being honest his younger sister was the closest thing he had to home. Of course his parents no doubt but having had grown so close with each other considering their parents were out most of the time Kota was his rock. And damn her if she didn't show up.
As if on que the Princess walked in. All eyes were on her as they nearly worshiped her beauty. Jasper couldn't help but smile. Of course his sister was beautiful but only he could see how uncomfortable it made her. Jasper raised a brow at her as one of the selected stood by her side, buzzing with excitement and triumph. Clearly one was enjoying the many narrowed eyes they got from the other girls from being the only one willing to talk to the Princess. Dakota leaned down and whispered something in her ear making the girl giggle. Jasper shook his head at his sister and waited for her to take her seat. He was sure the girls name was Zoe but he couldn't be sure. Damn those flash cards.
Once Dakota took her seat Jasper didn't take his eyes off the long table as he asked, "Do I want to know?"
"Shut up."
Smiling the Prince spoke up. "Ladies I would like to thank you for joining my family and myself for dinner on this grand night. I can't explained to you how privileged I feel that you agreed to this. Although I do apologize for my lovely sisters lack of being on time, " the room filled with soft giggles as Dakota winked at the girls and gave a charming smile her brother continued, "I can promise you will all enjoy the food. I would like to thank Chef Rojè for making these lovely courses and all of you beautiful young ladies that have joined me. Let the feast begin!" With a few claps and laughter the table erupted with conversations and the sound of glass hitting class. That would surely change over time considering how strict a lot of the intructors were here. The Princesses voice dragged Jasper from his thoughts, his attention on her.
"Anyone you've got your eye on, big brother?" Jaspers eyes lifted to the girl on the far end of the table. The one that made a grand entrance seconds before his sister. The girl dressed in blue. Her beauty was breath taking, no doubt about it. The second her eyes flickered up to his blue ones Jasper smiled and nodded, "Yes. Yes I do."
The Princess barely touched her food as dinner seemed to drag on. Her interest in The Selection wasn't very high. Although that didn't matter much so she settled with humouring the guest and her family. For Jasper. A small voice in her head whispered. Damn Jasper Merrywheather. Finally giving up on the food Dakota began to have a conversations with the girl two seats from her. She was a beautiful girl with rustic skin and dark brown hair. Her features were sharp her lips plump. The two began to get engrossed into a novel by a famous poet. "Too bad he's six feet under, I would have seriously considered marrying the poor bastard." The Princess burst into laughter, setting the table into silence. Her laughter was sweet and sounded of bells. Girls watched with memorized eyes as her parents stared at her curiously. never having met a girl who could speak so freely like herself amusement danced in the princesses eyes. Dakota shook her head, "Apologizes but brother this one better stay for me if not for you. I just found my new best friend." The small girls smile was modest and her cheeks seemed to flush ever so slightly giving her skin a beautiful glow. Jasper smiled, please to know his sister was getting along with one of the selected. "You are Emmelinia Lorenzo, correct?" Emmelinia nodded a warm smile playing on her lips. "Yes but please that is much too long. In this country people would adress me as Emmeline but close friends settle with Emma." Jasper set down his class and focused his attention on her, "Where is it you are from?" He asked, very interested. Dakota shook her head, "Guatemala, friend stealer. Now please, let me talk to my friend." Chuckling the Prince winked at the small Hispanic girl and turned to another one of the selected on the other side of him. A playful smile playing on her lips Dakota turned towards Emma. "Now, where were we."
(( sense the siblings are in the same room Ima just write a little something of one of the selected sitting next to Braelynn. Hope that's okay.))
Kyla watched the Princess with mesmerized eyes as she talked to one of the selected. She remembered her as Emmeline. Pouting she leaned over to Braelynn the girl she had chosen to sit next to. She seemed nice enough. Her eyes never left the scene at the front of the table as she spoke to the girl. "We seriously need to get close to the Princess. Oh she is so beautiful and I've been studying her and her relationship with the Prince and there is no doubt that her input will definitely matter to the Prince!" Pressing her lips together nervously the girl began to fiddle with a strand of her hair as she watched the Prince lean in with worried eyes. "This is definitely going to be harder than I thought. With the Prince making eyes at you and now him being so interested in the foreigner. Bloody hell! My family must have gone completely off the rocker if they thought I had anywhere near a chance here." The English-speaking blonde girl leaned back in her seat and watched with closer eyes making a mental note to sit closer to the front of the table next time.
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(( sorry it's a bit short. My creative juice is draining a bit. I'll be better next time ! ))
((Sorry I'm busy right now and I can only get a little reply in. I didn't know what to write for Jasper anyway without it sounding redundant so let's just say he's asleep for the night ))
The dinner lasted a whole two hours! The room was filled with a wonderful vibe that both the siblings wouldn't mind just sitting in for a few more hours. Of course it was getting late, that being so, the royal family said a few words and made their way out. The family went to the Royal room where they discussed the night. Mother mused about the girls where father nodded and agreed with her not energetic enough to get a wrath from his loving wife otherwise. Dakota couldn't help but notice how offaly quiet her older brother was. She watched as his eyes seemed far away as he traced along a blue pattern on the arm chair he was sitting on. weirdo, she though. After a while Dakota excused herself and made her way up to her room. Being alone to think Dakota began to worry about her best friend and if Ashton- er the Commander would keep his word on going easy on him. Letting herself feel guilty for a few minutes she finally made her way up to her room, closing the door silently behind her. Excusing her maids Dakota fended for herself tonight. After washing up the Princess found her thoughts began to drift to a certain dark haired blue eyed boy. Shaking her head rapidly Dakota tossed and turned, trying to shake the thought from her head. She couldn't, she just couldn't think of such things. Finally the Princesses mind allowed her oeace and there she drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
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(( i totally understand I might start having practice soon! I'm excited! And yahh totally we can have Braelynn and Jasper run into each other and they can talk all night as well as Dakota and Asher. Dakota can go down to her library and Asher can be on guard and go up to her. Your call (: ))
(( it's cool i have half a reply done i'll try to finish the rest today if not definitely tomorrow. Bleh sorry busy ))
Dakota sat up quickly, her breathing hard and her eyes wide with fear. So much for a dreamless sleep. After a few minutes Dakota did what her brother said to do as a child. Taking in every detail in the room and reminding herself she was safe she calmed down. Placing a delicate hand on the side ofbher temple, her eyes closing as she tried to forget. For as long as Dakota could remember she always had nightmares as a child. If she ever dreamed it was a nightmare full of unspeakable things that nearly drove the princess mad until she finally confided in her older brother who then kept her company for a couple nights. Him being there drove her crazy, having had nightmares every night he decided to keep her company. Concluding that she was more likely to have a nightmare with someone sleeping besides her she shooed her brother away who told her to take deep breaths and find details in other things so she could forget. So much for that.
Opening her eyes Dakota slid out of bed and made her way over to her mirror. It was nearly one in the morning. Sighing she braided her hair down the left side of face, trying to take in the details of that. Without even trying to stop her mind began to wander towards Asher. He was most definitely asleep as was the whole palace except for a few guards. Dakota couldn't help but wonder if he had someone back home. A love that is. Something washed over Dakota that stunned her. Jealousy? Eyes widening she stood up and shook her head of such thoughts. A few hairs from her braid fell out framing her face. Hair now a messy braid she grabbed something to keep her warm and walked out of her room.
Dakota was in a white silky gown that she had slept in. It had floral pattern lacing up to the top like vines. The dress hugged her hourglass frame and she slide on her silky coat. It wasn't so much as a coat but it hung down to the floor and was the same length as her dress. Throwing her long and thick braid over her shoulder she made her way to the library, nearly running down the stairs.
Out of the corner of her eye the Princess swore she saw the Ashton but his hair was messy and usually pressed uniform was loose and she knew it couldn't have been. The second his head turned to hers Dakota slid into the library. She didn't get to see his face but it couldn't have been him anyway. Dakota smiled at the floral and book smell. She had requested that the guards put in her favorite pink asters in once a week. Occasionally they would even leave in some babys breath. That's how she knew her mother placed the flowers, her mothers favorite. Smiling she leaned over and smiled at the smell of her childhood favorite flower then gracefully walked over to a shelf, her fingers grazing the spine of the books. Plucking out an old favorite she sat sat on the ledge of a big open window revealing the many stars of the night and lost herself.
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Jasper was excused from the family room around eleven and found himself trying to fall asleep. When that failed he returned to wandering the halls of the huge palace where he grew up.
A smile began to play across the Princes face as he could almost hear the two childrens laughter, their bare feet against the custom floorboards. Jasper stand there with his hands in his pockets as he could see his younger sisters peach colored dress twirl. He can hear himself call to her as a child and in that moment he never wanted anything more than to be a child again.
Jasper was wishing that very thought when he saw a familiar shade of blue by the window down the hall. With a curious feeling in his chest Jasper made his way down the hall and when he saw who it was a small smile crept to his lips.
"The white ones are my favorite." Jaspers velvet sounding voice came from behind Braelynn. He stand there with his hands in his pockets and his loose white button up not so buttoned up anymore. "When I was younger my sister only knew of two flower names. Roses and Daisys and whenever I asked which flower was which she would say one of the two. So once when I was around nine years old we were running around the palace and I hid behind this big red curtain, and little did I know the window was wide open. So I fell two stories down where a patch of white lillies saved my scarwny self." Jasper began to walk closer to the flowers, his eyes transfixed on them as if the memory was replaying itself right there. "I asked my sister to find out what they were because they were the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen." Plucking a single tulip Jasper looked down at Braelynn with the softest eyes and placed it gently behind her ear. "Of course at the time my sister was skipping her classes to learn about flowers so she made them up for my benefit. Beautiful Angels, she called them." Shaking his head at the silly memory he grazed his thumb across her cheekbone down to her jaw line. "When I first saw you I was confused on why the thought of a white tulip came to mind. But seeing you standing here, now I know." Jaspers blue eyes lingered on Braelynn, a warm smile in place. "It suits you. The flower that is."
(( it just came to mind haha ))
Nibbling on her bottom lip Dakota pinched her eyebrows together as the book reeled her in. If it wasn't for him clearing his throat she probably wouldn't have heard him. Oops. Ocean blue eyes flashed up in shock at the sound of anothers voice. Seeing who it was Dakota sighed and bookmarked her book as she relaxed against the wall, her eyes closed and a tight hand on her book. "You nearly scared me half to death, Commander." With a small chuckle she opened her eyes and offered a tired smile. "I can never sleep, dear friend."
"What about you? You finally getting homesick? I told you it'd kick in." Scooting over a bit she patted the spot next to her by the window. More or less room separating them. When she saw his expression she sighed, "Don't worry, I don't bite. I would actually feel more comfortable if you just relaxed a bit and weren't so...stiff." Smiling she set her book aside and looked him over. Boy, did he look handsome. His usually slicked back hair was in what she would guess was natually messy waves, his shirt was opened a few buttons down revealing a perfect piece of art. It was like he was carved from stone, Christ. His dark eyes looked tired making it look strangely graceful when he blinked, making his long dark eyelashes graze his colored cheekbones. He was beautiful. Why can't I have him? she asked to no one in particular.
There was something about this moment. Something that felt almost important. Something Dakota would never forget. "Do you feel it, Ashton?" She blurted out, her voice sweet like honey and soft like silk. There was a glint in her eye as she looked out the window then back to him. "The beginning of something extraordinary." She didn't know if he would get it but she hoped he did. She hoped with all her heart he was feeling what she was. Not wanting him to think she was a totaly weirdo she changed the subject, her playful self back. "Now, how's Lucas? I sure do hope he doesn't get any coal this Christmas." With a small laugh she shook her head, "Cause' if you don't mind, let's leave that all to the poor guy. I prefer presents." Joking she shrugged, "He's an old friend. I do hope it wasn't too much of a problem. I truly am sorry, Commander Ashton."
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The sound of crickets began to sing a song as Jasper smiled back at Braelynn. "If that's the case then I'd like to show you something. If you don't mind." Taking her hand he led her through the garden into a secluded area where a small but larger than normal field was full of white tulips. "I had it made a year after the incident. It is most definitely one of my favorite places in the world." In the middle held a beautiful, white, and grand water fountain. In the center of it was woman and a child. Only that the woman had big wings circling around her and the small child. One of her hands cradled the boy while the other reached up towards the sky as if longing to be called back. On the side of the fountain was a red bench that seemed brand new.
Leading her to the bench he sat down, bringing her down with him. Chuckling he nodded, "Yes, I am too." He watched her reaction as she took in this place, wanting to see what she probably felt. Jasper watched her take it in with admiration. With her beautiful dark hair that hung in ringlets past her shoulders, her stricking light eyes glistening as the water reflected back at them. Jasper knew from the moment he layed eyes on her that she was special and he couldn't help himself from wanting to know her. Wanting to hear her talk, laugh, tell him things that she wouldn't tell to just anyone. He couldn't describe...this. It should take time to want to get to know someone so well but Jasper knew more than anything that he wanted to get to know Braelynn Daniels. He felt it in his heart that this was right.
Figuring that they had to start somewhere he started simple. "So, tell me how you are feeling? Being here, anyway. Do you miss home yet?" It was against the rules to be out this late with one of the Selected on only the second night but at the time that was far out of the Princes head. He tilted his head as he waited to absorb every word she said with complete interest and understanding. Maybe that was the other part to all of this. Not being on the outside Jasper pretty much yearned for another perspective, more insight of what was going on outside of these walls. Perhaps tonight he would get some of his own.
Dakota tilted her head silently, taking in what he had to say. She raised an eyebrow, a teasing manner playing on her lips, "Wandering, huh? That can get you in a whole lot of trouble...Ashton." she smiled, liking the way it sounded on her lips. "Keep it up young man and I'll be sure to tell the commander of this palace what you're up to." She crossed her arms for effect and gave a small scowl. It was so easy to joke with Ashton that Dakota almost forgot she was talking to an officer. Still, that didn't stop her. Not now. "Ashton, it is." She said
Looking out the window Kota traced her fingers along the clean glass, her voice far away. "The windows are too clean." She whispered. Looking back at Asher she saw his beautiful blue eyes hold hers making her heart do somersaults. Blinking she looked out the window and before she stopped herself she began talking and for some odd reason it felt like she couldn't stop. "Every morning at five a.m. over forty workers come to clean our windows. Just our windows. Then four hours after they are done they each go home to their families, their homes. Where the windows are probably stained with rain from two weeks ago, where their tables have engravments with years of use. Any signs of life or memory in those simple things." Kota let her hand drop, her head reclining back onto the wall. "Our windows are too clean." She repeated. "No life, or memories. It's washed away." The Princess paused as she thought it over then let out a sad laugh. "Then again there has to be something washed away. There never is." Dakota didn't know why she said what she said. To Ashton especially, a mere boy who she had known for no more than twenty four hours. Turning her head towards him her sky blue eyes met his sapphire ones and she was quickly mistaken. Ashton wasn't a boy. He was a man. His features were more sharpened than the average boy, the way he held himself was comfortable and knowing. Dakota admired his beauty before she said, "'Till then your smiles are found money.'" Her voice was soft and sweet. When he didn't get it she smiled,
"'One day you may touch what's wrong. The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush. Till then your smiles are found money.' Sylvia Plath." Giving a small informal shrug she couldn't help but blush. "Poet. Seemed appropriate."
In that moment Dakota realized she did what Lucas has been wanting her to do for years. She opened up. She couldn't open up to a good friend she's known for almost ten years but for a guy who she knew for maybe ten hours. That says a lot. Not wanting to act like a total goof she sat up a little straighter, looking down at his jacket. Hesitantly placing her fingers on the frabric and tracing small patterns on it. Her fingers grazed the pins sewed onto the jacket and a string of curiosity wrapped around her. She wondered about his home life but didn't seem right to ask. Not yet.
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"You just what?" Jasper listened intently and he couldn't help but notice something off about that sentence. Perhaps something she didn't mean to say so instead of pushing her more in the fear that she would feel uncomfortable he changed the topic. "I'm sure your family misses you. I'm sorry if it's all a bit overwhelming but unfortunately the whole missing thing will most definitely kick in." Jasper offered a sad smile but continued, "Who do you think will miss you the most?" The Prince wasn't sure if that was an appropriate question. Of course if he was asked it he would most definitely answer with his sister or perhaps the Chefs Rojès wife. She loved him as if he were her own.
When the idea of The Selection came the concept of 'talking to girls' or talking to anyone for that mattered weighed Jasper down with nervousness. He drowned in it. Jasper only ever truly had casual conversation with his sister and parents. How pathetic was that? Yet, being with Braelynn it came strangly easy. Smooth in a way. That girl, Kyla was it? It was definitely something Jasper wanted to casually run away from. When he did talk it felt rehearsed and if Jasper had to pick something like that over something like this. Well, it wasn't rocket science.
Jasper was surprised none of the guards have come to collect them and he gladly took that for a sign.
(( sorry it's so short. I'm feeling really tired and I got like two more rps to reply to. I'll make it up (: ))
The jacket didn't seemed as pressed as it usually did and Dakota couldn't help but find that somewhat ironic. His usually strict and cold demeanor was gone as well as the usually wrinkle free jacket. The Princess saw beauty in that.
Dakota listened to him speak, closing her eyes briefly as he spoke of memories and the ability to create more. Starting with this one. Her eyes were still closed as a smile tugged at her plump lips. She opend her eyes and nodded, meeting his with such warmth and care. "I can assure you, Ashton. This will be a night I'll never forget."
She tilted her head at his offer then nodded, looking around to find something to carve with. A smile so big spread on her lips that she was so convinced she never smiled that much. She grabbed the ink pen from the inside of the drawer. Her being the only one that used it. "We'll do it before we leave." She smiled setting the pen down then returning to tracing small patterns on his jacket. Dakota then realized that she didn't want to leave but she refused of thinking of it, wanting to enjoy this moment.
Her hand was still tracing the jacket when she saw him place his hand down. Dakota felt her cheeks blush but before she knew it her fingers made their way to the top of his hand where she then traced small patterns there. Her warm touch leaving a sensational trail on them. She lifted his hand slowly and there both of them held there palms up and fingers spread but pressed together. Dakota looked at it with such curiosity and a look that she couldn't place. She looked at it as if it had answers. His palm was warm against hers, his big and rough one pressed against her soft and delicate one. In that moment it felt like their worlds were touching. Two completely different souls touching and seeing what it would be like if they merged together. A thought ran through Dakotas head as she came up with that theory, This is enough.
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Jasper smiled at her response and quickly agreed, "I completely understand. My father use to say my sister and I were conjoined twins without the whole two bodies in one thing. We never leave the country without each other and if we do we talked very night." As Jasper said this he realized how close him and Dakota were and wouldn't know what he would do without her. Although she was what you would call, 'emotionally disconnected' as mother called it she listened. She had listened and cried with Jasper all these years. Suppose, that's what a sister was for but the two had a bond far more extreme than the average. He never thanked her for that.
As Jasper thought of that he thought of Braelynn and her younger brother and what they looked like together. He wondered what he looked like and how the two talked. Braelynn in her home clothing, running and talking to her younger brother. A relationship full of love, laughter, and happiness. "Now that I think of it I can't imagine how you haven't talked to them. I don't think I would be able to handle that." Jaspers eyes were far away and once he realized what he had said he sat up straighter and gave an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away. "How much of a dork am I?"
Pressing his lips together he looked back to the girl with the beautiful chocolate brown eyes and offered something to make it better, " Tell you want. If you would accompany me tomorrow afternoon back here I would glady find you a telephone to talk to them beforehand." The Prince tried to act as calm as possible as he asked Braelynn on a formal date tomorrow but in truth he felt a pit form at the bottom of his stomach. That was definitely strange. Earlier with the girl Kyla it didn't feel as bad as now. What was he afraid of? Oh, right. Rejection. Then again this was the Selection. Wasn't this whole thing about getting someone and the prince himself fall in love? Why did this feel so different?
"You don't have to give me an answer now. The nights still young." It was probably almost three in the morning. "Well kind of but I would love to hear about the rest of your family. What's your mother like? Is she as beautiful as you?" Doing his best to seem at eased he got more comfortable on the bench and watched her with his soft blue eyes, all his attention on her.
Dakota let out a short cut breath as he intertwined their fingers and she found herself tilting her head at this. She had never came in physical contact with anyone whatsoever. Even hugs for that matter. So her sitting here with a man she had just met a couple hours ago, skin touching, warmth spreading. She found herself wanting more. Not wanting to let go. Not wanting to let go of Ashton. That thought made buttflies swirl in her stomach and warmth spread through her cheeks. Dakotas big sky blue eyes looked up to meet his sapphire ones. He was looking at her with a look that made her want to shiver. Dakota immediately realized the look was probably of him uncomfortable and she pulled her hand back immediately, hanging her head. "I'm sorry!" She rushed.
What had she done? Not only had she made contact with Ashton, a total stranger, but a commander at that. And Ashton...he probably didn't want anything to do with her. She was completely embarrassed as she realized her being so close might have scared him away. There were so many signals, did she read them wrong? "I'm sorry. I just-" Dakota cut off shaking her still hanging head. "I'm sorry." She repeated."
For the longest time Dakota was so closed off. She never accepted caring words, intimate relationships, or anything that caused an emotional responsibility. For as long as she could remember she was told she was emotionally disconnected but there was reason. And now she just wasn't good at it. Dakota had never liked a boy, never more than she had her first kiss. Or...held hands for that matter. What was that? What was this feeling inside her? This strange feeling in her chest that was both exciting and nerve racking. Dakota wanted to welcome it but wasn't sure if she should. Especially sense it seemed she screwed up already.
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Jasper furrowed his brows in confusion. He never understood why everyone got so nervous coming to the palace. Then again in a way it was a big deal though Jasper prefered to see it as visiting any other family. Except with guards and grand water fountains. Okay so maybe it wasn't such a normal thing. Why was he kidding himself? They were brought on live television every friday, they had maids, grand courses, a bathroom the size of a home. None of this was normal. That thought made Jasper frowned and he then found himself fading into an old memory.
"I'm homesick, Kota. Aren't you?" Jasper was around nine and the family had taken a trip to Scotland so their parents could do some business. The two children were outside. Dakota was around seven and she was sitting in the grass picking flowers with her long curly hair falling down her back. It was quiet for a moment as he looked down at her with weary eyes. "Kota?"
Her eyes never left the flowers as she said the next words, her voice blank and far away. "You need a home to be homesick, Jasper."
Jasper was pulled away from the memory as he heard Braelynn speak of her mother. He nodded, a bad attempt at a smile on his lips.
Not wanting to think anymore he focused again on her, "A teacher? You're mother's a two?" The Prince wasn't too keen on the whole rank thing and he remembered a couple years back when the King Maxon tried to stop it. Didn't work out too well. Once Jasper was king he would be sure to make that his first project. He decided that when he was only twelve and stuck by it ever sense.
He enjoyed it too. Dakota looked up to see him turn around and begin to walk away. Everything seemed so confusing. He wanted this? Did he feel the way she felt? There was only one way to find out. Before she knew she was on her feet and running up behind him. Before he could open the door she grabbed his hand, "Ashton," Her voice was uncertain but sure. She was uncertain if this was the right thing to do but sure it was what she wanted. She wanted to feel his warm touch, to get lost in his deep blue eyes, to run her fingers through his dark waves. She wanted that. Was that so bad?
When he turned around her eyes were still looking down at their hands, the silence almost peaceful. Holding things she never felt, secrets that would have to be kept. None of that mattered as she pulled his hand to hers and slowly intertwined them once again. After a few seconds she looked up and smiled, knowing now her decision. "I want this." There was so much meaning in those three words, so many translations. She wanted their worlds to collide, their laughter and happiness to intertwined. She wanted to know and lose herself in this. In Asher.
"I don't want to be afraid anymore." She hoped he understood what she meant. She didn't want to be afraid of doing the wrong thing anymore, she just wanted to live and take things day by day. She wanted to love who she loved, do things just out of pure wanting. Dakota was tired of being held on a pedestal. She wanted to make mistakes, make memories, and not be afraid of doing so. This was how she wanted to start. With Ashton.
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A teacher? A teacher seemed like such a small detail in life, no where compared to be as interesting as the many other jobs life had to offer. However as Braelynn described her passion for the art of teaching Jasper couldn't help but find himself devouring her words. The words she chose to speak and the voice she chose to go with it made her glow with beauty. He had never witness someone have so much...integrity over something that seemed so small. Jasper admired that. Braeylnn was able to make something so irrelevant seem important and merit.
Jasper was so lost in her words that he was thrown off by her question. "Me? Oh hmm." Of course he thought about it. Who wouldn't? If Jasper wasn't the heir to the throne what would be his other options? Well, he already knew the answer to that. Jasper looked down and pressed his lips together debating whether to share this. He put his trust in her and spoke, "Painting." He said, his voice sounding small as he revealed a part of him that no one has seen. "I like to paint. In fact, I love it. I have my own studio in the palace that no one knows about. Not even Dakota. I mean, it's not exactly the first thing you want to hear about your King. A King is suppose to be firm, rough, and outright. Tough when he needs to be but also kind to all. Yet, you never hear that your King likes to paint. It's not good for the public."
Jasper shrugged as if it was no big deal and at this point it wasn't. Of course at first it was a difficult subject but he had come to accept it. "It's just a hobby." He said simply. "However if you ever see a painting around here and the initials are 'AF' then I can assure you it is definitely one of mine." The Prince laughed as he nodded towards his home, "I tell father that they're shipments from London. Very gullible man when it comes to his children." Jasper smiled tentatively at Braelynn. "I don't mind much. It's like my own little secret. Well one I now share with you. Promise you won't tell?" Jasper winked at Braelynn but wasn't concerned about her loyalty. In a way it was almost better than having his own secret, it was one they could now share together.
(( should there be something that goes wrong with Dakota and Ashton? Just to add more drama or twist or something? Any ideas? ))
(( that's good! Oh oh! We can have Dakota ask her father and the two of them could go and he accepts but she could like push him away out of fear? While they're in their own little strifle it could be like an angry kind of love where Ashton is mad because he doesn't understand why she pushed him away and he still wants her but she says no. Still theybhave heated moment where theres almost kisses but angry words? Then they could have Dakotas father have a feast for Dakota to meet a few young princes and coincidently they can have her dather invite Ashton and he could have brought a girl to make her jealous and at the end of that night they could make up or whatever. Sound too much? Haha ))
(( haha! Oh we should totally do something with Braelynn and Jasper! Something not so brutal of course. eep they're so cute! I was gonna have him send a bunch of girls home the next morning too so that's something (: ))
(( yes yes yes! Intense rps are my favs! When should we have that done? One sec I'm just finishing up my reply ))
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Jasper watched as she agreed to keep a secret then slowly a mischievous grin spread across his lips, "You really shouldn't have said that." Grabbing her hand he pulled her up and began to walk her deeper into the garden. The maze should have seemed confusing but he clearly knew where he was going. His steps were swift and certain as he gracfully led Braelynn closer to his mind. "This is my private place. I didn't-" Hearing footsteps Jasoer reacted immediately and pushed her behind a tall gazebo. Was it guards?
Jasper was so focused on looked for any signs of a guard that he didn't realize how close he was to Braelynn. He was pressing her against the white gazebo, herself sandwhiched between Jasper and it. "Alright I think th-" Jasper looked down and that's when he realized how close they were. Braelynn was much shorter but as she looked up at him they were practically sharing the same breath, their face inches from each other. He could feel the frame of her body pressed against his, trying to avoid exposure. The warmth radiating off of her was welcoming in the cold of night. Jaspers eyes looked into hers and they slowly trailed down her face. From her fair skin to the red cheeks she now had from the closeness of them. Jasper lifted his hand and cupped her left cheek, his eyes trailing down to her perfectly carved lips. They were rosy and beautiful against her complexion. The beauty she had was unbelievable and Jasper did everything to restrain himself. He didn't want her to think he was rushing it, so reluctantly he looked up and placed hisblips on her forhead. It was a long loving kiss then Jasper pulled away, "You are irresistible, Braelynn Daniels." He whispered, just for her to hear. His voice was low and husky as he looked down at her eyes. Eyes that reminded him of fall and sweets.
Sighing he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the gazebo, another place he would show her later. Later. A few more twist and turns and the two finally made it to a strange vacant clearing. Nothing stood in it except a trail of white tulips that led up to a small shack on the end. It looked old, like if you tocuhed it, it would collapse into ashes. It's rustic shade looked worn out and too poor to belong anywhere on palace grounds. Jasper still held Braelynns hand as he walked her up to the shack, "This is the only place I feel like I don't have to hide anymore." Once they got to the door Jasper looked back at her, caution in his eyes. This was his whole world and mind. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and the spell of paint and oils invited them in. It was a smell Jasper grew to love, a home like feeling. Painting were stacked onto each other, cloths drapped over many, walls splattered with different colors and occasionally small paintings on them. Jaspers art ranged from a childs and fathers hands to blue birds or a waterfall. Many sketches of his mother and father around, revealing a kind of love anyone could see. At the center was a seat and a retagular looking canvas on its longside. On the side a pallet and used paintbrushes were scattered everywhere but he knew that's not what caught Braelynns attention. The rectangular canvas a painting was halfway done. On it were two almond shaped eyes with thick black eyelashes protecting them. Only one of the eyes were colored and it was a sweet shade of chocolate brown. It was the way Jasper saw Braelynn and he couldn't help but feel nervous on what she would think of it. While she walked up to it he stood back, "I couldn't get you out of my head. So like I said, this is some insight inside my mind."
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The second his lips met her skin her face burned with rosebushes blossoming everywhere. Dakota almost looked away a habit out of embarrassment. However, Ashton made her feel beautiful. This was okay.
Permission? Oh dear god. That, that almost shut Dakota down. Turned everything she had showed him off. The loving and caring side she refused to let loose was hanging by a thread. "Permission? I don't- I don't know." Dakotas eyes burned with panic but her face was calm. For the first time this night Dakota felt fear. She should have, right? Not with a commanding officer besides her but it wasn't physical damger she was afraid of.
Dakota was sure her father wouldn't obliged, she got lucky in the father/ King department. Her father would want Dakota to be happy no matter the outcome. That's what scared her. What if he said yes? Dakota finally let her mind escape the magical reality that was now and began to think of what would happen if he said yes. What would happen next? Commitment? She didnt do so well in that department. Would she genuinely be ready for this? For love, possibly heartache? For as long as she could remember Dakota remember the many arguments she had gotten with people over her not caring enough, or not showing enough emotion. Would she really be willing to handle those kind of fights with a man she could possibly love in the future. About how she felt? For Christ sake a second ago he didn't even get that she wanted them to hold hands. Was that a sign? Was there many signs before? Dakota began to focus on details to stop herself from having yet another panic attack.
"We'll talk to him tomorrow before lunch. I promise." Looking up at Ashton she couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt this way before. For another girl. If he questioned himself the way she did and how he handled it. Just then she realized she never asked a question that was most definitely necessary.
Looking down to hide her embarrassment she asked a question she wasn't so sure she wanted to know but she had to be sure she was doing the right thing. "Ashton, um, you don't have anyone back home right? Someone like perhaps a girlfriend? Or a girl you're not completely over because I'm sorry I don't think I can handle that if that's the case." She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading as if to hear what she wanted. Some would say she was just trying to find excuses to say no but this- she was serious about this. She was protecting her heart for something she might not be able to handle. "Please don't lie to me." She whispered.
(( sorry ! I went on a semi hiatus but I'm back now. I'll reply in a sec. It might not be crazy long b/c i'm pretty tired but it'll be decent. One sec (: ))
"Father always said it was the eyes you were to fall in love with. With age that would be the only physical thing that would remain exact." Jasper explained his fathers theory and walked over to the painting, traicing his fingers along the now dry paint. This was how Jasper saw her. He put the beauty of the way she held herself, spoke, and even looked into her eyes. It held and was breathtaking. "I suppose if you ever need reminding of how utterly gorgeous you are, you can just take a look at this painting." Jasper smiled back at Braelynn and shrugged, a defeated and vunerable shrug. An action a prince was not to do.
This room held everything private and close to Jasper and at the moment thats how he felt. Vulnerable. Reminding himself that he was safe he went over to Braelynn, slowly drinking in her beauty. Her long dark hair fell down her back in curls, her eyes were still on the painting, a faraway look in them. Jaspers eyes soften and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Did she think he was creepy or a totaly weirdo for having a hideout with sentimental paintings? Did she think he was weak? Pathetic?
Shaking those thoughts away he savored the simple fact that she was here, right now glowing with pure grace and angelic beauty. She was still dressed in blue, making her sun kissed skin tone vibrant. Jasper watched her reaction with admiration and in that moment- that single moment he knew Braelynn could be Queen. She was compassionate and soft. Warm and loving. Everything this kingdom needed. It was all too easy. Jasper knew the second he laid eyes on her, the moment she spoke.
Still, not wanting to jump at her with proposals he settled for taking a step closer to her, his eyes warm and sweet as they held hers. Jasper cupped Braeylnns soft cheek, holding her gaze. "I could fall for those eyes anyday," He whispered softly, his voice husky and low. Jasper leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss near her cheek, his lips barely burshing the corner of her mouth. It wasn't a kiss but it was something he could no longer resist. Jasper held her gaze for a second longer before he took her hand and nodded towards the door. "It's late. My lady has a big day tomorrow. Although, I'm sure we'll meet again." Jasper leaned down and kissed her forhead, "I'll make sure of it." Jasper led the way out, closing the door behind them and making their way out to the garden.
Once they made it at the top of the stairs Jasper found it nearly impossible to walk in the other direction. For a final goodbye Jasper brang Braelynns hand to his lips, his eyes looking up at her through his lashes as he placed a soft kiss. "I hope to see you again, Braelynn Davis." Jaspers voice was like velvet and sweet as he said her name. Although it was against him he bowed appreciably amd reluctantly turned and walked in the other direction towards his room.
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Dakota followed Asher to the window seal and sat, staring blank at the wood. This was the beginning of a memory. The beginning of something beautiful. No matter how much Dakota feared what was to come. Her emotions or his. This was a memory that mus'nt be forgotten. Just then a flower bloomed in the middle of Dakotas mind, one of the very few she remembered. Looking up at Asher she smiled and grabbed the pen and began carving into the wood. It was long stem and it came in sideways. Dakota drew at least five of those and began adding occasional pedals and long stems coming out of the others.
When she looked up at Asher she grinned,
"Rosemary. It resembles remembrance."
Shrugging Dakota looked down, not being able to hide the blush. "Ironic I suppose but again, it seemed appropriate." After a moment Dakota looked up and gave a sad smile. Her mind was in deep thought and before she knew it words began to slowly but surely come out her mouth, "Asher..." she said, her voice soft as she tried to find the words. "I'm not...good at this. This stuff." She geastured between the two of them, a sad and desperate look in her eye. "I want you to know you'll need a lot of patience with me and this won't be easy...I just..."
Dakotas voice trailed off and before she knew it her throat began to tighten up and water welled in her eyes. Water? Tears? Dakota tried to blink them away and looked down, fiddling with her gown. This was bad, this was so bad. Of course, it had to get worse. Her glistening blue eyes looked up at Asher, desperate for understanding. "I'm not...good. I can't-" Dakota suddenly stood up, wrapping her arms around herself. She looked away embarrassed. It was happening again.
"I can't express myself well enough for people to understand. I barely can get any words out." Dakota hung her head, trying to wish away the tears. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm no good for you, Asher. I'll ruin this somehow, I just know it and you don't deserve that." Dakota looked up and spread out her arms, "You don't deserve all this baggage. Me." Dakota wrapped her arms around herself once again and hung her head once more. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I just-" Dakota tried to find the words and gave up.
"I don't know how to do this."
Dakota confessed to what everyone always thought of her. Maybe she knew it, maybe she knew it all along but today she finally said it. Was that a start? Even so Dakota felt embarrassed and dreadful as she realized Asher would most likely walk out the door that second, understanding but not being able to handle. Dakota Merrywheather was a lot to handle. "I'm sorry." She repeated. Shaking her head Dakota took a step back towards the door. Always running away. That was her specialty.
