#ch.   ;   georgiana the third.
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noirflavoured · 5 years ago
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open to: males ( lord, prince, knight, guard, witcher etc. ) plot: georgiana, the youngest princess, is truly fond of you. during the entire party, organized in the castle, you were exchanging meaningful glances. you decided to suddenly leave (why?) and so the princess started following you.
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“my lord... the hour is late. too late for you to be staring at me.” the stone-cold wall was muting loud noises, coming from the nearest chamber. tonight was the night of fun and dance. the king and the queen were celebrating their anniversary. almost thirty years together. the raven-haired girl couldn’t even try to imagine this amount of days, hours and minutes with one person. and yet, her provoking curiosity and desire tempted her to leave the party and go for a walk, following one of the guests.
“i do believe your wife does find me... acceptable enough to even chat with me.” a delicate shadow of a smirk crossed her full face. right before the party the young princess had managed to smudge her lips with a thick layer of crimson-coloured powder. the petals of her rosy mouth were truly tempting. she was keeping a safe distance behind the man, too scared to transform her thirsty whisper into something louder. “maybe we should give her something to be jealous about?”
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pagesnoir-moved · 5 years ago
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open to: m/f ( someone connected to the royal family, guard, commander, knight etc. ) au: historical
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“do you know what’s the difference between you and my horse?” The Queen’s sister, the younger sister, was patiently toying with her own appearance. Soft fingertip sunk into a crimson-coloured powder. She started mixing it with a moisty liquid to create a consistency powerful enough to suit her full lips. “I ride it better and more often.” The scarlet hue of rounded iris followed their appearance. Georgiana couldn’t help it. A sudden, bitter-flavoured mask of grimace covered her sun-burnt face. She came back to finish her makeup. With her raven’s lost claw she began applying black dust on her eyelids, mixed with lavender to create a unique colour. Full, and smoothly-curved silhouette was barely covered by dark laces of ripped cloth. She didn’t care much what was she throwing on her arms after waking up. She never liked being decent. However, she was the bloody Princess after all. “I bet your spouse isn’t satisfied enough as well.” Tensed jaw paints scars across the freshly-painted, self-made lipstick. “Maybe they are also having an affair?”
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