<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Royal_Rose_Princess_by_raynkazuy-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Princess Dagger (real name Diamond)<br/>Tomboy Princess<br/>17<br/>Important Fact: Raised like the son her father never had<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/princess-1-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Princess Rose (full name Rosaria)<br/>Feminine Princess<br/>17<br/>Important Fact: Physically frail due to a genetic disorder her grandmother also had<br/><br/>Dagger was training with her sword in the training grounds past the stables. She was raised like the son her father never had. She was a tomboy and it went with her personality. Her father even had a special armor outfit made for her. Feminine yet strong as a males. She was over protective of her frail sister. She had just finished training when a messenger ran past her carrying a message from one of the villages near her father's kingdom. Running after him and into the throne room. Watching her father read the letter aloud. HER SISTER WAS TAKEN BY A DRAGON?!?! She growled and her eyes flashed. How dare a dragon steal her twin sister! She listened and saw her father trying to figure out what to do. "Let me go for her father! I can enlist the aide of that man who does all that dragon work. Let me bring my twin home!" After much persuasion her father reluctantly agreed. She packed some food and her sword. Taking her horse and rode off to find the dragon slayer. She needed to find her sister. She would get her back whether she had to kill the dragon or not. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that because her sister loved those damn beings. She stopped in a gorge and looked around. "Is this the place?" She stretched out.<br/><br/>Rose had left early with a note to her father. Leaving and going to the valley where she always went to pick flowers. There was no enemies to their country so it was safe for her and her sister to come and go as they pleased. More her than her sister as her sister knew how to fight. She did not. She was a delicate flower as her mothers always told her. Her body physically frail but she didn't let her bring her down. She had a kind and loving nature. She cared for anyone and everyone equally. She just wanted to help others. To show others that they can be the best they want to be with just a bit of hope and love. She was making a flower wreath. She began singing and her beautiful voice rang out. "Til the end of time... We will wash over the days of past with the ring of the future..." She continued singing until she was suddenly scooped up by the sleeves of her dress. Eeking and looked up in shock as she was carried off. Her eyes wide and filled with fear. Was she going to be eaten? She let out a soft sound of fear as she was taken far away from her home. "Wh---why are you taking off with me?" She asked in a soft and fearful voice. She knew dragons knew how to speak. She loved dragons as her mother had once been a dragon rider. Her mother's dragon passed away some time ago but her mother had taught her the entire dragon language that her dragon had taught her. "My name is Rosaria...what is yours sir dragon." She said softly.