#but kang is tired and just wants change and for his time as ruler to be over so he refuses to compromise

[musclesandhammering]

If the Loki writers absolutely had to have an unnecessary romance baked into the plot and weren’t cowards, they would’ve paired Loki and He Who Remains together.

He could’ve made it to the Citadel at like the beginning of episode 5 and had more time to build a dynamic between just the two of them- whatever dynamic it would’ve been.

And then that would solidify Loki a major role in the Kang storyline in the main mcu, because in addition to being the one to open the multiverse (sylvie doesn’t exist in this au shh) he’d have an emotional history with the only “good” variant of him.

[thecrownrp]

THE KINGDOM OF SPADES PRESENTS . . .

one of the FIRST CLASS KNIGHTS, KANG MINSU: a 23 YEAR OLD born on MARCH 20TH, 1998. some may know them already but with a face like that, it’s hard not to admit they look a little like HWANG HYUNJIN. curious to know more? apparently, these are words they live by: “how should i rise after i fall?” intriguing, aren’t they? only time will tell if they’re suited for knighthood or not.

LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER . . .

tw: mention/depiction of domestic and physical abuse

Born in the Kingdom of Spades and under the roof of the Kang family, Minsu held the weight of being the male born that would be submitted to the future King selection once he was of age. Despite having two older sisters, his father Haneul, a known sexist, would never allow a woman to try for that said role, so he was their only chance.

At the age of 9, he started taking lessons from his father’s private council. Even though they were well-known in the kingdom for their commercial affairs (the Kangs were known for their exclusive means of transportation and development of them for a more comfortable and safe trips around the Kingdom and abroad), the patriarch of the family, Haneul, decided Minsu should take lessons on diplomatic affairs privately, so his son would have a head start when royal preparations would start. This would tire the young boy who just wanted to play with the few friends he made so far, but had no permission for it. His whole future had been planned already; and it was during that age that notions of loyalty and how to bring people to one’s side and make them devoted to them were imprinted on Minsu.

At the age of 11, he was already used to his fate, he enjoyed the studies and could openly discuss matters that a kid of his age wouldn’t or shouldn’t have to, only to please his father. It was also during that specific age, that something changed in the Manor – Minsu still remembers the yelling coming from his Mother, Yerim, and her cries echoing through the halls, after his father would lose his temper and decide to spend more time at the company, instead of being at home.

The things that happened between after that until he turned 12, with letters that he should never open being delivered to his mother privately and his father being even more absent, made the ever clever but obedient Minsu, to start question what was going on. When his studies changed from diplomatic matters to physical combat and he questioned that change, he got a “Mr. Haneul’s orders”, he decided it wasn’t enough. His mother wouldn’t say anything but her eyes would sadden and she would return to her own chores.

As soon as he turned 13, things seemed to be settling down again and Minsu took courage to stand up for himself and question his father about his latest family decisions – why his mother was sad, why he wasn’t at home anymore, why they were getting suspicious letters, why his training went from political to physical. He was bruised, tired and sometimes he even felt humiliated to be fighting guards and servants instead of learning how to become a better King than the one they already had. His father’s answer was a slap, hard and heavy and Minsu still feels its weight against his cheek, just as the copper taste of blood in his tongue.

After that, the image Minsu had of his father was shattered and despite his ongoing obedience, he was still trying to figure out what was really happening but he had no allies so far. His new reality however, was just fresh, in front of him and he took that as punishment, when he was sent to the Knights training when he turned 14.

Minsu never had the chance to question his family why the change of direction, from kingdom selection to knights training, during the following two years of extensive physical practice he endured along with other nobles and people in general. At least he was lucky to have had some knowledge beforehand so that itself helped him to stand out a little. It was only at the end of that year, when he was already 16, that a letter from his sister gave him some kind of direction and unfold the truth in front of him.

The Kang patriarch, Haneul, was a strict man, that lived through his investments and his pristine reputation, making sure nothing would ever stain that perfect image people would have of him and his family. However, under the surface, he was someone with a gambling addiction, one that had him with a huge debt in his back, to the point sometimes he offered stocks from his company to pay for them. It was then that a certain family entered this scenario, playing with Haneul’s debt, this family paid everything, promising to keep the family’s reputation intact if Haneul wouldn’t send his son to kings selection once Minsu was of age. Even that wasn’t enough, the said family also blackmailed him with another secret Haneul was so sure no one knew: another son, almost of Minsu’s age, fruit of an affair with a lady from another noble family. Betting against the odds , Haneul lost the first battle against his enemies when letters started to arrive the Kang Manor, addressed to his wife Yerim, unfolding his affair and his illegitimate son. Cornered, Haneul selfishly threw his legitimate son’s right to the throne out to save his own reputation (and his business); his decision to have Minsu become a knight came as one last resource so that his family wouldn’t lose its influence completely. When Minsu read his sister’s letter, narrating all of it, he wanted to quit, he wanted to make his father pay for everything he made their family go through, especially to his own fate.

Torn between hating why he was sent to the knights’ training routine and actually enjoying his chores as he evolved as a knight, Minsu decided to use everything in his power to go up against his father’s will somehow. Whenever he heard from the man that he should only focus on becoming an ordinary knight, he would use the sentiment of betrayal to exceed everyone’s expectations and become the best knight his family would never want him to be.

After years of strenuous training and with a dedication he didn’t know he had in him, there was no other rank for him other than 1st. He started his official knight duties with the same dedication and loyalty to the rulers, but the thought he wouldn’t have a chance to become King himself one day still stung.

When he father passed, he thought he could change his own future, the thoughts of maybe trying to go up against the bribery and deals made by his father using him, but it was hard, especially when he didn’t know where to start. But he could try. With this thought in mind, he started working in the shadows, to discover who was the family that ruined his life – he wanted revenge or a deal break. And he wouldn’t stop until he get one thing or the other.

[lipstickchatexu]

under the cut are my historical muses!! please like this post if you’re interested in plotting with any of them ! please DO NOT like this post if you are only interested in ban as i will only be accepting plots with him on a selective bases as last time i introduced my historical muses he was the only one people where interested in and that was very saddening for me:/ 

king ban. younger half brother of sang and the current ruler. older brother of luda. married to queen sun. murdered his father and pinned it on his brother so he could take the thrown for himself. has three wives but outside of his wives MOST of his lovers are male. stabbed is brother a bunch of times and left him for dead in the woods. e v i l. he’s prince zuko without the redemption arc. no redemption arc for him! he’s an asshole. age thirty. fc: hong jong hyun

prince sang, also called king sang by his followers. the older half brother of ban and the rightful king. older half brother of luda. was engaged to sun before YA KNOW his brother tried to kill him and married her instead. was left for dead in the woods where geon found him and spent years nursing him back to help. started a rebellion to get his throne back and return the kingdom back to peaceful times. his main driving force is getting his brother off the throne because he’s e v i l (did i mention ban is evil yet??). age thirty. fc: im siwan

queen sun. wife of ban, former fiance of sang. older sister of rin. is basically pulling a sansa stark and playing everyone. has convinced her husband that she’s totally loyal to him. spoiler alert she’s not. she’s not sure if the rumors that sang is alive and leading the rebellion are true but she never lost faith in him or their love and so to help she’s basically trained a secret army of palace women into being warriors and assassins. and before you ask the reason she hasn’t killed ban yet is because there’s no heir to take his place yet OKAY she’s working on it! sassy. a feminist. queen. i love her. age: twenty-eight. fc: kang hanna

rin. younger brother of sun and a member of the palace guard. like his sister, rin is still fiercely loyal to king sang. honestly if it wasn’t for his desire to protect sun he would have run away and joined the rebellion by now. is the definition of looks like he can kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. although don’t be fooled boy is deadly with a sword. constantly his to stop himself from just lopping ban’s head off every time he opens his mouth. a protective boy who loves his mom and his sister and believes the word can be a better place if only everyone would calm down for like two seconds. age twenty-five. 

princess luda. younger sister of ban and younger half sister of sang. was just a child when the rebellion happened and ban has kind of warped her memory of all it. while she outwardly believes ban’s story that sang killed the former king she’s started to have doubts about it. was very sickly as a child and still has major health issues so she has not been out of the palace more than a handful of times in her life. might be a bit bratty and spoiled but she’s getting there. is secretly learning things from queen sun that she is definitely not supposed to be learning. age twenty. fc: gong seung yeon

daehwi. the son of one of king ban’s royal advisors and also ban’s former lover. emphasis on F O R M E R lover. after rumors spread throughout the palace that the royal advisors and lords and other angry old men where trying to find evidence of ban’s affair with men he turned on daehwi and publicly punished and humiliated him before banishing him from the palace, leaving daehwi deeply broken. he wandered aimlessly for a time before he ended up joining sang’s rebellion. while sang welcomes daewhi, other members of the rebellion are still hostile towards him. age twenty-five. fc: cho yoon woo

jeonghee. a former lady of queen sun’s who was also one of king ban’s concubines (long story). she fled the palace after she found out she was pregnant with the king’s child and sought asylum with sang and the rebels where she gave birth to her son eun who’s six years old now. much like won, she does not partake in a lot of the fighting but often assists won in surgeries and healing. age twenty-five. fc: shin se kyung

ara. a member of the rebellion. the daughter of a blacksmith who always wanted to change the world. though her father was too old and weak to join the rebellion, ara went after he encouraged her to make a difference. she is fiercely loyal to king sang to the point where most people think she’s in love with him despite being the worlds biggest lesbian. badass archer warrior woman whom i love. age twenty-six. fc: seo ye ji

jinwon, usually just called sook. the older brother of sook and the rebellion’s medic. suffers from a serious case of nightmares thanks to the traumatic childhood he shares with his sister. is actually a pacifist and stays out of the fighting is probably the only member of the rebellion who’s never killed anyone. has literally brought everyone back from the broink of death at least twice. let him rest please. age twenty-four. fc: yoo seung ho

jinsook, usually just called sook. the younger sister of won. has a deeply DEEPLY traumitizing past that i will only tell you about if you ask but basically she’s got a bone to pick with king ban and his soldiers. her father was executed on the same night that ban killed the king and took the throne. is the youngest warrior in the rebellion. actual human version of the  (ง •̀_•́)ง face. age nineteen. fc: z.hera

hyoseop. a former scholar who fled from ban’s rule after his betrayal of sang. his wife was murdered by royal soldiers after refusing to house them and he hid himself in the woods for many years, becoming the source of many stories about a mean wizard who lived in the deep, deep woods. was pulled into sang’s rebellion after realizing he had a chance to avenge his wife’s death. age thirty-two. fc: yoon shi yoon

saebyeol. one of queen sun’s lady and the commander of her secret group of warriors and assassins. she’s also called the spider and is responsible for the deaths of several high ranking officials although of course no one knows that saebyeol is the spider because she wears a mask. is rolling her eyes anytime a man is speaking. generally does no speak which has led most people to believe she is simple minded. age twenty-nine. fc: han yeri

geon. older brother of hae, jung and yoo. the son a high ranking official. after his father was killed, geon left home at seventeen to join the rebellion only for his whole family to be taken captive as revenge. a very skilled archer and is sort of considered the rebellion’s secret weapon. sad angsty boy who just wants to save his family. and also maybe shoot a few royal soldiers. age twenty-two. fc: kwak dong yeon

hae. younger sister of geon and the older sister of jung and yoo. being held captive because of her brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. queen sun’s protege. she uses her beauty and innocent naivity to trick people into thinking she’s helpless when she’s not. is really tired of ban and his bullshit and really wants someone to just stab him. age nineteen. fc: kim yoo jung.

jung. the younger brother of geon and hae and the twin brother of yoo. being held captive by the king because of his brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. angsty and angry and general wants to fight everyone but at his core is just scared of losing everyone and everything someone give him a hug. age sixteen. fc: nam dae reum. 

yoo. the younger sister of geon and hae and the twin sister of jung. being held captive by the king because of her brother’s allegiance to the rebellion. works as an atendant to princess luda but is a sneaky little thing and likes to hide in closets and eavesdrop on people. age sixteen. fc: kim saeron. 

[httpsung]

in the house that moves

pairing: reader x young k

genre: howl’s moving castle inspired au

word count: 2,412

next: pt.2

note: the first addition to my day6 x studio ghibli collection which will consist of one-shots or multi-part fics. pt 2 is in the works! keep an eye out :’)

In a field of tall viridescent blades, he laid un-bothered enjoying the sun’s warm rays against his olive skin. His eyes which were closed for the most part, opened to reveal a pair of chocolate orbs that gazed at the skies, watching the clouds gradually pass by. He hummed a soft melody, the wind lightly blowing his navy fringe, strands of hair shimmering among the verdure.

In the distance, the faint sound of a whistle rendered him silent, his arm rising in the air, hand opening in wait for something to land in it. The harmonious whistle grew louder and soon there was a paper bird fluttering above his fingertips before it nestled itself against his palm. The male exhaled with a sigh and opened the lifeless bird, reading a fancy letter from no other than the king of the land he resided in.

To the wizard currently known as Kang Younghyun,

You are needed to serve the land of Merywere in the oncoming war. Your duty to the king is non-negotiable. Please arrive at the palace within fourteen days or your absence will be condemned as felonious.

Sincerely the King’s advisor, Sungjin.

His lips curled at the corners into an amused smirk, a chuckle escaping in the form of a sigh. Younghyun crumbled the beautiful letter which was once a bird and set it aflame in his hand, letting the wind carry away its ashes. It was just like the young king to think he could do whatever he wanted with those who happened to be a little different. Wizards were a rarity in this world and the next but he surely wasn’t a tool to be used, especially out of greed or fear.

“Fourteen days huh?” He hummed another tune and sat up, snapping his fingers. A stairway of light formed from the sky, a spectacular sight to see for any ordinary human. Younghyun stretched his arms lazily in the air as he stood, climbing his way up the staircase to a wooden door. It was time for him to get moving and avoid the king as he’d always done, the ruler’s threats were never confirmed promises.

Turning the russet knob, he pushed the door open and disappeared as he passed through it, the staircase dissipating into golden dust.

Worn cobbled roads and aged architecture made up the town you strolled in. You were so fascinated by the sights all around that you almost forgot the mission at hand, to steal. Your pockets were full of coins and expensive trinkets from the wealthy that passed you by. With just a simple brush against them, you pretended to be a clumsy girl and apologized for bumping into their bodies while an innocent smile graced your lips. You were far from innocent, however, using that tactic each time to snag something valuable from them to make sure you’d survive a few days longer.

You were a common thief who had come to learn the ways of the streets from a tender age, running away from a façade of love promised by adults who wanted to take you in, knowing they only needed you for their own selfish reasons. You couldn’t handle the mistreatment of temporary families so you ran.

You always ran away, in and out of alleys, defending any belongings you owned from people much bigger and meaner. You were tough and always held your own, even making the manliest of men cry once. The life you lived wasn’t ideal but it was yours and you learned to deal with all the bad that happened.

There was a flurry of townsfolk just ahead of you, bustling back and forth at the open markets with vendors shouting out the best deals for people to buy. You didn’t plan on buying anything, setting your mind to snag as many loafs of bread and pieces of fruit you could hold in your knapsack. It would be easy, you repeated that in your mind like a mantra, ignoring the fact that you’ve gotten caught at least once or twice.

You approached one of the friendliest looking women who advertised fresh pastries and bread fresh from the oven. The sweet aroma filled your nostrils, your mouth salivating for a taste soon to come. While she turned her attention to someone looking to purchase her food you eased your hand over to the end of her display table, grabbing a couple of buns without being seen, that is until you heard the baritone voice of a male shouting for you to “stop right there!”

“Shit.” You cursed and began to run, shoving the evidence in your bag. The guy that caught you taking what wasn’t rightfully yours was a stocky law enforcer who you were sure you could outrun. You grinned as you picked up speed, your facial expression dropping when more police joined him on the chase.

“Stop her right now! She won’t get away this time!”

They knew who you were. You recognized one of the men from the next town over who caught you the first time. You were slowly starting to realize that maybe that had a warrant out for your capture.

You dodged women and children, knocking over vendor stands, a few gold coins spilling from your pockets which could have been used to buy yourself some fresh clothes. Your body had begun to tire as you ducked into an alleyway, their footsteps still loud and clear. Your eyes caught a brown wooden door of a house that you felt drawn to, feet running up the stairs, praying that the door would open the moment you turned the handle and that the men who were still far behind wouldn’t get a glimpse of your new hiding place.

You turned the handle, relief painting your features as you hurried inside and shut the door behind you, now all there was to worry about was if anyone lived in the home and what kind of excuse you could give about invading their residence so suddenly.

The house was dark, a bit of sunlight peeking from behind a curtain which revealed numerous cob webs and layers of dust on the furniture. Immediately you got the feeling that the home was empty which eased your nerves as you moved across the creaky floorboards.

Your body bumped into something, a table which was sure to leave a bruise on your hip with how hard you hit it. There was a single candle and a few old matches scattered among the wood and you wondered if you could give yourself some extra light in the area you were in.

Striking the first match didn’t work but the second lit perfectly allowing you to light the candle which burned so brightly it revealed the contents of the room clearly. There was minimal furniture with a few crummy paintings hanging and a staircase that lead to an upstairs. Slowly you made your way up, the sound of your own footsteps giving you a chill. You stopped in a hallway that split off into four different rooms. The first was a bathroom and the other three were bedrooms, one a whole lot bigger than the others.

Each room had its essentials but it seemed as if there hadn’t been life to occupy them in a long time. You let a content sigh escape you, your mind deciding to make this your temporary home for the evening until you were ready to continue your life on aged roads.

You settled into the biggest bedroom, dropping the bag you always carried to the floor and eating what little food you managed to snag. Once you were finished you tested the bathroom’s water to see if any ran through the old pipes, your face lighting up once warm water poured from the faucets.

It felt great to clean yourself up properly and you changed into something a little more comfortable before crashing on the vacant bed. The skies had become dark in a few short hours and the moon rose to provide a calm light that lulled you to sleep.

“Well now, who do we have here…?”

You dreamt of a man with a honeyed voice, but his face was rather unclear.

You woke the next morning, the sound of someone calling out your name ringing in your ears. You sat up and stretched your arms into the air before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Your eyes glanced over to the bedroom window noticing bright blue skies and wisps of white clouds passing by.

The clouds seemed too close as if you were up in the air instead of on the ground. You took a few steps toward the window until your hands were resting on the windowsill, your eyes peering outside and what you saw made you scream.

The house was flying.

“What is this?!” You yelled in a panic. You turned around to notice that your environment had changed completely, the old bed you slept in became grand with silk sheets. Everything around you was a lot cleaner with no signs of dust.

You ran out the bedroom to check the other rooms which were also clean, the bathroom colorfully decorated with a bathtub full of steaming water and bubbles floating everywhere.

It couldn’t have been the same place. Who lived here?

For the first time in a long time, you felt a bit frightened. You eased down the stairs, taking in the elegant pieces of furniture free of cob webs, the paintings on the wall bright and full of life.

“Hello...?” You peeked into the kitchen to see a tea pot heating on the stove.

It had to be a dream, homes just don’t transform overnight.

“So, you’re finally awake. You’ve been sleeping for so long.” There was a familiar voice from behind you, prompting you to turn carefully. It was the same voice from your dream, but you were still dreaming, weren’t you?

A tall male stared at you as he leaned against the kitchen door frame, his arms folded across his chest. He had hair of a navy blue that shimmered something magical, an earring that dangled from one ear while a smaller one pierced the other. His pointed eyes were dark and they seemed like they would never let go of yours unless you looked away first.

“W-who… are you?” You stuttered, your typical strong composure diminishing under his gaze.

“I should be asking you that miss, you’re an intruder after all.” He chuckled and walked passed you into the kitchen to silence the tea kettle that began to whistle.

“I… uh...” You didn’t know what to say, you were a trespasser, that was true.

“Y/n… is it?” He asked as he took out two small cups from the cabinets.

“Wait, how do you know my name?” You frowned.

“Well darling, you slept in my bed. How could I not know?” The man turned around with a smile before pouring tea.

Your face flushed, his answer leaving you speechless. The bed you fell asleep in the night before was his?

“That doesn’t make any sense… this whole place doesn’t make sense.” You said trying to process everything that was going on.

“It makes sense to me, especially since this house is apart of me.” He chuckled as he turned around and walked toward you, handing you a cup of tea.

“What?” Another befuddled question left your mouth as your gaze followed him into the living room. The man pointed to a chair located at a table and it moved on its own as if it were inviting him to sit on it.

“What are you?!” You couldn’t help but raise your voice at the action, how was it humanly possible for a person to make objects move?

“A wizard.” He answered you confidently as he sat down, crossing one leg over the other while he took a sip from his cup.

“Wizard…” You repeated, your hands gripping the cup tightly as you gawked at him.

Wizards were heard of but rarely seen and usually worked for the king. The fact that one was sitting so casually in front of you had your emotions running wild. You didn’t know whether to fear him, deem him a liar or show excitement that he existed. Fear quickly took the forefront however, the tea cup slipping from your hand and crashing to the timbered floor as you bolted for the front door.

You felt the need to run away like you always did from situations you felt too complicated to stick around for. When you pulled open the door you gasped at the sight, remembering that the place you were in was flying among the clouds thousands of feet above the ground.

“You can’t flee like you always do Y/n…” The door shut on its own and you felt your body being pulled back against your will to the very same spot you were in before, the broken tea cup fixing itself before your eyes and settling into your hands again.

“I didn’t introduce myself how rude of me… I’m Kang Younghyun or Brian, I have gone by many names over the years, some have even called me Howl.” He said as he placed his cup on the table.

“Look… I’m sorry for inviting myself into your home, just let me leave and I promise you’ll never see me again...” You were nervous and unable to move thanks to something he was doing to your body.

“Do you really want to leave? Your life isn’t easy out there.” He flashed you a look of concern as he continued to speak.

“You’re a thief, it won’t be long before you’re seriously caught and locked away Y/n...”

“I have nothing else okay!” You exclaimed, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. He was right and it was weird how he knew so much about you without you telling him anything.

“I know, but you could have something here if you like.” He flashed you a warm smile and with that you could move again, your heart pounding against your chest, trembling fingers trying to keep the warm cup of tea from slipping.

“What…?” You needed to hear him repeat his words again. Was he offering you a place to stay?

“Become my servant in this moving home of mine and you won’t have to worry about the law of Merywere again.”

He said with a sheepish grin.

[gyeoljeonghq]

IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS WALKING DOWN THE CORRIDOR? OH NO, IT'S JUST FLEUR AHN, 'THE FIGHTER', RULER OF GAIA. I HEAR SHE IS A 00' LINER AND IS RUMORED TO BE INDEPENDENT BUT ALSO ERRATIC! DON'T YOU THINK SHE LOOKS A LITTLE BIT LIKE KANG MINA? 

birthdate/age: 02/29/2000

position: ahn queen, ‘the fighter’

independent, free spirited, friendly

erratic, honest, reckless

THE STORY !

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She is born on a leap year, a special occasion marking a special birth.

They say that she will have the best qualities that a future queen might have – the harshness of winter and the softness and beginnings of spring when the snow melts and the grass can be seen again. She will rule over all and there will peace and prosperity, brought by innovative ideas and doe like eyes that see more than those around her might understand.

The King and Queen could not be more joyous as the infant does not wail but instead looks around with curious, tired eyes at the world which she has only just entered. They know she will be strong and fair and just and though she was not born a boy there is not an ounce of disappointment that flows through them. For they are caring, kind monarchs who preach love and acceptance and a daughter is all they could hope for. But for all their warnings that she must always see the world for the good in it…she remembers the first taste of poison in the water as if it were her favorite dessert.

She is only 8 years old when she forces her way into her fathers study, past the guards who were not prepared for the overwhelmingly headstrong princess. She expects to see him with his nose buried in his books or pouring over some report that is required of him that he enjoys…for some unfathomable reason. Yet it is a woman she sees sitting on his lap, laughing with wine brought to her lips only to turn into curiosity as her father splutters and pushes her away from him.  It is not her Mother and she has interrupted.

He scolds her and tells her that she must always listen to guards when they tell her places are off limits – she now knows why he disappears for times without a word to anyone. Yet he makes her promise to keep this a secret from her mother whose heart would break if she learned of his infidelities. She becomes a keeper for a secret and a burden that is not hers to bare…an unfair notion but one she lives with.

After the storm she has no time to think about the infidelities of her father because the death of her mother has changed her. So suddenly at the age of 13 she ascends the throne as the youngest Queen to be coronated in the Ahn kingdom and she stumbles a fair bit – grief colors her eyes but she summons her courage to look down at her people and answer their problems and soften the blows of truth. She wants to be well loved and adored as her mother had been before her.

Yet even as she settles upon her place and becomes more accustomed to the life of a ruler she is reminded that fate is cruel.

The spitting image of her father walks into their lives and shakes up the very foundation of what she knows – eyes narrowed and jaw clenched whenever she comes into contact with him because he is a reminder that her father is a snake….and that what is hers may not truly be hers when it is all said and done.

Personality:   Erratic, with no course and no defined path and beautiful in its uncertantiy, that is how you would describe fleur even though words cannot measure. . She is an individualist and a free spirit who greatly values her friends and freedom. Like the breeze she is unpredictable, a tornado in a valley where just moments before the weather was calm and sunny. She comes into your life and can turn it upside down with her cheerful mannerisms and calm smile backed by a laid back persona and the want to do anything and everything that she pleases. She doesn’t like to be trapped to anything and boxing her in will cause her to become withdrawn and she will often run away as a result.

Because of this she is always in supply of many crushes and other short-lived but intense desires. She is attracted to people who are in love with life – you don’t have to be super refined, polished or graceful to win her favor, which she comes across far to easily compared to others. She also happens to be very impatient; she lives in the moment and has a hard time waiting for things to happen. She also happens to possess a lot of inner passion and fire – emotional issues are important to her and she doesn’t like to beat around the bush when it comes to dealing with her feelings.