Carac sparkled his glossy eyes in a deceiving manor; the young, light haired boy now squeezing the lady's hand, a gleam widened across his narrow face as she held a straight posture. Though, the girl seemed uninterested in the boy, his eyes lacked as he dully jumped. It seemed, her hand was barely touching his soft, light skin; instead hovering over the pinkish tint of it. "Oh! Carac; have you done your bidding?" The male teased, his body slumped, his eyes with an expression of no self reflecting - hers, F/n's eyes shone and glistened in the orange sun that illuminated over the city, draping the corners slowly.
"Sorry Carac, to tease you," the same smirk bestilled across his face, "but I'm going the be the king. I mean, I am, right as father had died." He seemed careless of his dead - though, it has been a year his name reached the lips and tounge of Prince Casper. He was much of a tyrant after all - rumor had it, soon enough once he reached his long forbid his crowning and marriage day he would of became the inhumane king to laugh over the dead. He wasn't in the eye of a malcious boy; but much rather the boy who was spoilt, rotten to the core. The opinion wasn't wide spread, though, it might of been true.
He now went back the trembling in a skinny form as Carac huffed, the petite girl beside him doing the same huff of anger. The warm breath carried over the bright pink lips of Carac; his bow titled and his armor muddied. "I suppose...well, my prince, rumor has it that you've been...well," the way he spoke was a wasp's stung of superiority to the Prince as his eyes darkened. "False!" He ran his lips, his voice rasp and trembled. Sour spit spurred out of Casper's thin lips.
F/n's eyes drooped, her mouth quivering. "You've scared my bride!" Spat the male, wiping his hand on his silver and golden embroidery, now deciding where to point his green silver eyes at. F/n did not wish to be his long beloved bride; his wife to death. But atlas, she abided, as her father and mother had told her love takes time - being a child isn't forever, and love does not last at the hands of a lower classed man. The gravel touched the tip of F/n's heels, the pain of her heels stampered.
"Anyways Gaurds, make some use and lead as through the crowd of slaves and -" he stopped his forbidden words to the squeak of F/n, "We must go." Her voice seemed to echoe in his ear - his eyes finally finding a landing as she lifted her dress to walk ahead. Her dress was dark grey; light and soft, her corset squeezed the flesh inside of her rib cage. Gaurds of each shade directed her to the castle walls, each of them leading to the garden. Long, golden and brown doors led to what seemed to be a dome like entrance. Every peering eyes was directed on her; her (skin tone) skin lighter then the normal shade of her skin. She strayed away from the bright sun that showered over her (skin type) paper. The doors of the kingdom's castle opened widely, letting in the soon to be king and the young girl.
"Oh! Welcome my love! Welcome!" Smiled a beastly woman; dark grey eyes, a plumped face that sucked in the rest of meat each time she moved. She stood by the gates, behind her pretty young woman dressed in light sheets of clothing. Each shade was different to match the maid's features. Their hands laid neatly on their clothes, untouched, frozen and perfect. While the woman carried moles and wore dull clothing that covered each and every section of her pale Ill body. It seemed she never even allowed the sun to flow over her face.
"My soon to be daughter," she implanted two fat kisses on F/n's rosy cheeks, gleaming as she almost hopped around estatic. The energy to do so seemed to be genetic - similar to the way Casper would move, instead he was the opposite physically. Skinny, tall, skin so frail and pasty. Inside of the walls that divided the people and the nobles were gardens of fruits and flowers; each exotic and different, presents from foreign kingdoms that favorited the old king.
"Thank you Ester," spoke F/n softly, bowing slowly in return. Gently, the woman laid her plump hand on the girl's cheek for reassurance. "Now woman, go away." The motherly figure didn't look suprised as her lips pursed - instead, she smiled at the boy, bowing at the soon to be wed. "I wish the best for you F/n, but I'm sure you know." Ester now seemed to be drenched in gloom, dissatisfied facial expressions were a seemed to be cue to the woman. "Thank you." It was cruel to say F/n hated the woman; she more of hated the position she was put in. Despite her sweetness, she seemed to higher her son in his selfish acts.
Carac still stood by Casper and her, a plain expression was the only thing F/n could see. The maid's bowed too, laughing in a suggested manner at the Prince, their globes leading off to the castle. Casper went rather close to F/n, his lips muttering quickly, his breath light, "Do me a favor and not believe in that selfish Carac, Mmm?" F/n trembled at his words, she stood in her spot, nodding quickly before chapping her lips. "Yes my Lord...," Her voice was now angelic - it was almost in possible to tell her voice from the mimicking she portayed. "Get her to her chamber!" His attitude swelled - now revealing more charsim in him. He wiped his perfect skin, like he always did, as a habit.
Two Gaurds directed her to Chambers, leaving Casper alone to himself, laughing in blindess to the people around him.
