<i>An rp between one of my characters and one of Aethina, whom we have played in a previous storyline. This is the story that brought our characters closer together, and a little bit of the history of the Elven princes and her beloved paramour.<br/>
</i><br/><br/><br/><br/>Suddenly the door busted open wide, and a flustered, angry looking Lanthra stood inside of the entrance. Her dark-blond hair cascaded down her shoulders into a lovely mess of curls. The young princess looked like she had ran throughout the entirety of the castle of to finally have found her way towards the quarters of the daughters of the lesser gentry. Namely the quarters of her best childhood-friend Kali.<br/><br/>Her dark-brown, almost black looking eyes seemed to burn of rage and anger, her hands balled together like fists as the blood drained from her digits. The young woman, small and lithe of frame, seem to shudder like a weed in the wind. Her every fibre screamed of emotions that were about to burst, and incidentally it made her look incredibly cute as well.<br/>The princess wasn’t even in her accustomed attire, as she normally loved to wear some kind of big poofy white pants and a loose, leather corset that ended beneath her breasts which were covered with the same loose white fabric as her pants.<br/><br/>No, she was wearing one of the much hated dresses her mother always forced her to wear. A long, tight white robe that hugged her forms snugly, making her chest heave up and down noticeably underneath the shimmering thin fabric. It was adorned with golden threads, betraying the cost-expensiveness of making it, with frilly decorations on the edges and a thin layer of beautifully crafted lace upon it.<br/><br/>All with all, Lanthra looked like she had just walked out of an important royal meeting with her folks, and even Kali could guess what had made her friend so upset. The news of her older brother’s death and what effect that would have on the wild-willed free spirited soul of the princess was not a far guess from being disastrous for her plans of exploring the world as she saw fit. Tears filled up the woman’s eyes as she frantically searched for her trusted friend, clutching a rather large and extensively decorated urn within one of her balled fists.<br/><br/>Suddenly she raised it up and took a large swig from it, making her cough and wheeze of the strong taste of the honeyed rum within.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">‘’Kali.. Kalii..’’</span></b><br/>She both moaned and screamed from within the depths of her lungs.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">‘’They did it.. They forced me to be.. It’s all <i>his</i> fault. Why did that Mangled, idle-headed measle go forth and get himself killed? Elves are supposed to live forever! Not die like some ruttish, onion-eyed malt-worm!’’</span></b><br/>Then she crashed, finally, as her raged got turned into the grief she was supposed to feel ages ago. Her white mourning gown began to get stained by the dripping wet tears that flowed from her eyes like waterfalls over a mountain.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">‘’I miss him.. He was supposed to be king, not I! Not me! I’m not the one to rule over millions of people… Why did he have to leave me all.. all.. alone…’’</span></b><br/><br/>She stormed in and blindly wrapped her arms around Kali’s neck and crumbled within the embrace of best friend. A scent of her own coconut, honey bathing salts and the strong scent of rum lingered around the sobbing princess. Much of her normally dark golden hair had lost its shine as the elven princess finally gave way to the grief of her brother, and the prospect of being trapped within the confinements of royalty for the rest of her long life.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>