<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Moire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://chivethebrigade.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/redheads-500-18.jpg)</div></div>Moire sighed as she looked over the castle from a hill. As tribute from her city to the new lord, she was rather irked about becoming some toy to some new pompous lord but she had a duty to uphold. She spurred on the horse that had been gifted to her for her transportation. She galloped to the gates and shouted to the guards to let her in. "I'm Moire, tribute to the new lord!" she shouted out. Her voice carried on the wind to the guards who raised the gate and allowed her to proceed into the castle.<br/><br/>She entered the castle and was immediately greeted by a young gentleman who bowed to her. "Hello miss, you must be one of the tributes, please allow me to show you to the room in which you lovely tributes will be waiting in." He turned on his heel and headed straight for the central door that led off of the main entrance. She followed dutifully though she did not appreciate the way he just assumed her to obediently follow. None the less she was going to do what she had to in order to bring her city the highest honors. She entered the room and was immediately astonished at how extravagant the room was. She looked around in aw as she took in the beauty of it. 'At least if I have to live a life of captivity and servitude I'll be well tended' she thought to herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Amisi</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/k4qNRmwli-A/hqdefault.jpg)</div></div>Amisi smiled as she reached the lake at the foot of the castle. It was positively beautiful and she couldn't wait to head into the palace. Her hair was adorned with the greatest jewels the city could manage and her chocolate eyes were lined with khoal as was tradition to her people, her lips tinted with a bronzed gloss. Her ebony hair flowed down her back in a straight cascade to her waistline. Her dress was short but not indecent and she walked gracefully right up to the gate. "Please, let me in, I am tribute of my city!" she called to the guards . The gate lifted and she passed through with a large smile.<br/><br/>She was greeted by the same young gentleman the moment she entered through the main entrance. "Hello, you must be one of the tributes for our new lord. Please follow me." he led her through the double doors off the main entrance room and into the room meant for the tributes to greet their new lord and master. "You will need to wait here for the lord to arrive." She nodded and walked deeper into the room. She took a seat on a plush looking pillow and sat there, quiet and deep in thought. She prayed that the new lord was a gentle, kind man who she could speak with on a more scholarly level.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tiffany</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spmYDgsZUvI/UOg1Uo11gsI/AAAAAAAAJUQ/4_AacCggigw/s640/sexy-blond1.jpg)</div></div>Tiffany walked along the paths of the forest up to the castle gate, her feet bare and blackened by the long journey. "Please, allow me to enter" she called quietly, her voice a gentle silken caress. The gate opened to allow the delicate flower to pass. She walked along with a grace and bearing that belied her noble upbringing. She wasn't heavily adorned with jewels or makeup but was instead decorated with a simple string of fragile glass beads and a flower tucked in her messy bun to accentuate her earthy beauty. She entered quietly and tapped a young gentleman on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I am tribute from the city, where am I to wait?" she asked softly, her voice pure velvet to the ears.<br/><br/>He smiled at her and bowed. "Just in time milady, you are the final tribute to arrive. Follow me to the receiving room where you will await his lordship." He seemed to be much more delicate towards her, as if he could tell she was a fragile flower within. She smiled kindly and followed him, her smile seeming to brighten the area around herself. She entered the room and seemed completely unphased by the show of riches that the room held. She moved to a brightly lit corner of the room near and window and turned her face to the sun. She let out a small sigh as its warmth filled her with joy.