The Harem: A Fragile Peace [IC]
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				Title: <strong>The Harem: A Fragile Peace [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 21:53:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>Queen Eliquina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Castle/Harem<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Everyone<br>Five years before the Queen of the Terrestrial Empire had stood on a balcony overlooking the army and the only two men important to her in her life. She watched as her husband and lover turned around on his horse and waved his final goodbye to her as she rose up her hand and looked down at her young son. He was not quite a man yet, but he had proven himself to everyone as a knight of the kingdom and now he left her for the first time in his life to be with his father and the army. She stood there as the wind flew through her dark hair and slipped her skirts around her as the army disappeared into the city streets and off into the distance. She stood there watching them go until they were completely out of site, and even then, she waited even longer as if they were going to come back. <br><br>They did not, and would not for too many years. <br><br>The Queen had nothing to do, no son to care for and with a war going on she could only control political matters inside of the country at that point in time. So she set out to do something new, something that would be in some way more liberating to her. She started to create her sons Harem. First she hired Eunuch, including Murad, to start putting together the harem. Then once everything was inside of the structure that she had picked out she hired female servants and slaves to do the cleaning and cooking for the occupants inside which at that point only included her, until she started to find noble daughters to take in. <br><br>Then, within the last two years of the war as everyone was trying to pull out of it, trying to create peace, she started to help her husband from a long distance to create these peace treaties to bring in as many princesses as she could. In the last two years she had successfully gotten two princesses into the harem she was forming for her son, and that she was ruling over until the time that he would be able to choose a wife. That time she did not know would come so soon. <br><br>It was a great day to her upon the day she got the letter of the last treaty including a princess from the wind kingdom, and that her husband and son would be coming home at the same time. It became a worse day when a letter followed it later on explaining her husband’s untimely death. She was left to rule until the coronation day of her son, which would have to happen in a clean cut time after his return. It would have to be done, and now as a dowager empress she took control of the castle around her and started to preparations in the harem and the castle for her sons return, as well as the final princess to follow behind him. <br><br>The day had finally come, word had gotten to her that her son had returned home and as she dressed she sent orders through the harem for all of the women to be in there finest. There were 9 noble woman, 2 princesses, and there eunuch and slaves to be presented to her son and she would make sure not a single hair was out of place on any of them as her orders were sent to have her son fed and bathed in the castle baths before he was to be presented to his mother. No word being given to him of the harem she had prepared in the meantime for him. No, he would come to meet his mother and be presented with a gift as soon as he was cleaned up from his long trip on the road. She was smiling for the first time in weeks, since the letter of her husband’s death. She was going to see her son again, and see the man he had grown into. The man that would soon lead there kingdom. <br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b] <br>[b]Tagged:[/b] <br></code></pre>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-12-2013, 13:05:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MuradAl-BehrAvatar.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MURAD AL-BEHR</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> His quarters, then to the harem courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Alone<br><br>Murad rose early, as was his preference. He had several daily tasks to take care of each morning before the palace was awake, then his own bath, meal and exercises to attend to. Today was different too, His Majesty the prince was due to return and there would be flowers to arrange, food to lay out and many other tasks.<br><br>The young Mannharian eunuch dressed quickly but with care; a simple linen shirt, cut wide and loose at the sleeves and tied at the waist with a peach silken cummerbund. A similar pair of light cotton leggings that gathered at the ankle, and soft slippers of calfskin. His bare head was covered with a small red round hat, the black tassel of silk hanging at one side. The eunuch wore few clothes, his work was hard and hot and more coverings would only make him sweat more, also, his duties included care of the princesses when they were lonely or enduring those normal urges that young women do when they have no lover. Murad frequently needed to remove his clothes, so a complex garb would have not suited his work.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.lionard.it/files/667/foto/12378_71castello-chianti%20(5).jpg)</div>Thinking of those women he smiled to himself as he descended the stone stairs from his small room in the west tower. Today they would be less lonely, or whoever was the most favoured would – today His Majesty was coming home from the wars and he would probably wish to celebrate and in doing so, begin his choice-making of the women sent from the other states to be his queen.<br><br>The other eunuchs of the harem were up and about early as well; there were the stone yards and steps to wash down with clean water, the gardens to tidy and water and the flowers to pick and arrange in the many vases.<br><br>The men attended a short meeting at which the head eunuch, Al-Hamseer gave his instructions, allocated which men to which duties and encouraged them all to be especially dutiful today.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.lionard.it/files/667/foto/12365_58castello-chianti%20(23).jpg)</div>Murad took care of clearing away the eunuch's simple breakfast and washing the wooden bowls before partaking of his own bath and then, changing to fresh clothes, he went out into the courtyard to unwind the leather water hose and wash down the flagstones, dusty from the previous day.<br><br>As he worked he sang softly to himself. He had not encountered his favourite princess, Lady Catherine Hawke, for a few days, perhaps she had been busy at her classes or her music playing, or perhaps out riding or hunting. Murad didn't have any contact with the grooms in the stable, they kept to themselves so he didn't know which princess would be away for the day unless Al-Hamseer told him.<br><br>A whole extra raft of instructions had come down from Queen Equilina to prepare for the day and each eunuch had been given a new costume. They were the same as the one Murad was wearing now, but fresh and new, the cuffs and hems not frayed and there was a new silken cummerbund to replace his old, which he'd now keep as a spare to work in early in the morning or late at night when it was less likely he'd encounter persons of substance as he went about his duties.<br><br>The sun was climbing higher in the blue dome of the sky. It was going to be another hot day, perfect weather. Perfect for the royal homecoming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Harem: A Fragile Peace [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>catherinehellfire</strong> on <strong>01-01-2014, 21:42:37</strong>
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				Name: Catherine Hawke<br>Location: Harem area- mostly her room.<br>Tagged: Anyone who wants to join in<br><br>Catherine awoke with great excitement, today the prince came.&nbsp; Catherine got up and called her maids to help her get ready.&nbsp; Normally she'd have Murad help her, but she hadn't seen him for a while, as she had been spending much time in the wilderness and practicing with her flute, and he was probably really busy with other jobs anyway.&nbsp; After she was done bathing and all the other daily routines of the morning were done, Catherine put on a beautiful white silk dress that went down to her ankles and sandals, with white, lacy underclothes underneath.&nbsp; <br><br>Catherine had been one of the earliest ones here.&nbsp; It has been 13 months since she arrived and every day she waited patiently for the prince's return.&nbsp; during that time she had been trying to make friends with the other people who lived and worked at the Harem.&nbsp; She also formed a bond with the eunuch, Murad Al-Behr.&nbsp; She found him to be great company in more than one way.&nbsp; <br><br>Catherine then started to go about her morning.&nbsp; First she went to her window and watered a flower, which she had brought here from the royal garden of her kingdom.&nbsp; She then went out and made her way to the stables where she talked with the horses, and even though that would seem weird to some, it was a power she was born with.&nbsp; Like the people of the harem, the horses were also excited, mainly because they got brushed and washed for today.&nbsp; Catherine then returned to the outside of her room where she set a small chair.&nbsp; Grabbing her flute she sat down and began to play.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSxhck4x9xg&nbsp; If you guys wanted some music with this post</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 06:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MuradAl-BehrAvatar.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">MURAD AL-BEHR</span></span><br><strong>Location:</strong> The harem courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Seeing Catherine Hawke briefly<br><br>Murad was clipping the small privet hedge of box that encircled the central fountain. He worked carefully and fastidiously but with speed. There were so many jobs that had to be done this morning. Beside him he carried a small basket with one side cut away and a soft broom of forest squirrel fur. With these he'd periodically stop and carefully sweep up the clippings before moving on. The palace had its gardeners of course and they took care of the main formal garden with its many walkways and hedges and fountains, the informal gardens with their vast lawns and rhododendron and acacia banks, and the acres of woodland and heath but inside the harem itself only those permitted specifically to come in contact with the noblewomen and princesses worked - the eunuchs, maids and harem kitchen and cleaning staff. Other than the eunuchs these were always all female; it would not do to have a male who had the ability to impregnate a harem lady come in contact with them. Even the grooms who prepared the horses had to do their work at certain hours when the harem women were not there.<br><br>Murad heard a wooden shutter opening and glanced up. Lady Catherine came out onto her small balcony and took in the cool morning air and watered the flowers in a pot that she kept there. They were plants native to her own land, she had confided this to the slave some time ago. The dark-skinned eunuch stopped what he was doing and bowed respectfully.<br><br>"Greetings my lady," he called up with suitably subservient tones. "The day promises to be warm. I trust you had a restful sleep?" He saw the gown she was wearing and smiled in delight. "The flowers are beautiful this morning but I fear they have competition in loveliness such that they may as well be common weeds in comparison. You look enchanting if I may say so."<br><br>Their conversation lasted only a short while before Lady Catherine went to take care of her own business and Murad had to continue his chores. After they had spoken he let his mind wander in recollection of the beautiful gown she had been wearing. If he knew Catherine Hawke well enough, he guessed she would have beneath it pretty underclothes of fine silk or lace. She was a princess of a powerful kingdom, intelligent and wise. She would make the prince a fine wife, but Murad knew she had a naughty and playful side. He had heard her make lusty sounds from that pretty pale throat that no-one else had. Yes, she'd be an excellent choice for queen, that frisky side of her he knew from her bedchamber would please His Majesty much.<br><br>The eunuch hummed a tune he knew Lady Catherine liked to play on her flute and continued his work.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 06:51:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Female%20Art/muriel-small.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Muriel LaFene <br><strong>Location:</strong> Harem/her bed chambers <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> open <br><hr> <br><br>So today was the day? The prince was returning and she and the others in this harem would finally be presented to him. It seemed like a eternity's wait that she had been here, though it was only a mere three months. Still, she had never spent a month away from her loving home by the sea, much less three. Of how she longed for the sea, the salty damp smell, the waves crashing gently, the sound as smoothing as a rocking chair's movement. She longed for it's presence again. But she knew this was now her fate. <br><br>Did she hate her parents for it? No. She was too kind for that. Besides, she knew this was for the best. While she did have moments of wondering what must've been going through their heads to arrange such a thing. Sure, arrange marriages were more common than not in her country. She had accepted as a children that she would not get to pick her mate. But marriages, not... whatever this was. This harem. She had never really known anything like it before. Though she had known they existed. She was educated. She never expected she'd be in this position. She thought she'd be married to some noble water lord. <br><br>But, she supposed what got to her most was that here she was in a land of fire, and she was a soul of water. It wasn't natural. Fire and water didn't join, they canceled each other out. However, if they should join, then oh the things to accomplished. This was why she was happy to be hear. She was a sort of ambassador for her country, to improve relations. Here she had been given an opportunity unlike any she could've ever wished for. A opportunity to help her country. To make a lasting impact which would gain them allies and safety. It didn't matter if she became his wife or not - though all the better if she did as that would give her power to influence - she needed only to do whatever necessary to gain his favor and not his disfavor. <br><br>She stood in the middle of her room as two of her maid scurried around her, making adjustments on the beautiful flowing white and golf dress, and placing the flowers and headdress in her long red hair. Decorating her for the prince. She stood still, far too used to this sort of attention and help and knowing that if she did move she was likely to get a needle accidentally poked somewhere. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Harem: A Fragile Peace [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 08:58:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Queen Eliquina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Queen's Apartment ---&gt; outside/courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Eunuch Murad<br><br>The Queen had sent out all of the orders and the Princesses were to be ready in short time. She stood in front of her balcony as her maid walked around her setting her hair pieces into place. The intricate pieces holding her hair up around her without a single strand out of place. She had applied oils to her face and features already in her bath and looked quiet young for having a son ready to be King, of course that could be due to how young she was when her past husband had impregnated her with her child. <br><br>She slipped forward, standing on the balcony above the courtyard and looking down into it. She could see the maids walking around and even heard music coming up nearby. She turned and looked at the princess playing her flute and could only smile in her odd way. She had specially picked many candidates, but so far none had showed her the great favor she believed it would take to get her son away from her. She turned, watching as Eunuch and servants moved around. She leaned over the balcony raising her hand as one Eunuch who she had been watching move around this harem for many years. <br><br>“ Eunuch Murad, please set to making sure that the servants girls sent here from the main castle prepare the courtyard correctly. The pillows and rugs need to be set up in due haste so that the ladies may all be presented before my son at once. It is custom, see to it.” She ordered before turning back to her bedroom and walking inside. <br><br>She turned around the corner as her maid came back over to raise some burning incents around her to get the scent over her while she picked up a scroll from a tray that a messenger had left earlier in the morning before she had awoken. She picked it up and ready the confirmation upon it. The Princess of the Wind country would be coming, short days after her own son; or so was the hope of her people. The Queen eyed, then reread the message before setting it back down on the tray. <br><br>“I would have liked all three here for this day, but I suppose I will have to survive with presenting to my son what I have collected before his last victory.” She walked towards her door and waved her hand off at her maid to go get the room cleaned up as she slipped her hands around her skirt and held it up as she descended down to the lower level of her apartment and then outside. Going now herself to check where the preparations were for both the ladies and the servants. 
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				Post by: <strong>catherinehellfire</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 01:39:57</strong>
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				Name: Catherine Hawke<br>Location: Harem area- mostly around her room.<br>Tagged: Anyone who wants to join in, Murad<br><br>Catherine smiled warmly at Murad, blushing a bit at his compliment, she always loved compliments.&nbsp; "Yes I did have a good rest.&nbsp; I would love to talk to you more Murad, but I know you are going to have a lot of work today, and I really shouldn't distract you."&nbsp; She called down to him when he had greeted her this morning.&nbsp; She sat by her room door for quite a while, playing her flute.&nbsp; She then decided she could probably do some more preparing for the prince.&nbsp; Going back into her room, she had her servants work on her hair for a bit to give it a slight curl.&nbsp; She then went over to her bed and took a small case out from underneath it.&nbsp; It had been saved for a special occasion, and she decided this occasion was as good as it was going to get for a while.&nbsp; She took out of the case, a silver tiara with a design like twirling vines.&nbsp; In the middle of it was a shiny, green gem.&nbsp; She placed it on her head carefully. <em>Perhaps this will make me a bit more noticeable to the prince.</em> She thought to herself.&nbsp; She then sat on the side of her bed and talked to her maids, waiting to be called to meet the prince.
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				Post by: <strong>Seranova</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 03:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/66/r169_457x256_11966__Dusk_2d_fantasy_warrior_king_prince_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> David Eliquina<br><strong>Location:</strong> Forest outside the castle/courtyard<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None/Any<br><br>David stared over the ridge that overlooked his childhood home; the center of his father's great kingdom. Or, rather, his own great kingdom, now. The young man had left a boy, a prince of the realm. And now, he would be returning as a king. But there was very little joy in his heart as his eyes scanned the beautiful structure. While he was glad to be home from the five year campaign, he was also dreading looking upon his mother's face and sharing in her grief. There had been far too much grief as of late.<br><br>He'd watched comrades and brothers in arms fall during the war. But the greatest shock had been his father's death. It was like an arrow to the heart. And now, the man of barely twenty years held a certain sorrow in his eyes that was usually reserved for those far older than he. He'd held his father in the greatest love and respect. How was he supposed to lead a kingdom without the old man's guidance?<br><br>"Your highness..." The voice of one of his closest knights, Gregore, broke into David's lost thoughts. The prince that would soon be coronated half turned and spoke to the much older man softly.<br><br>"Gregore. You know you needn't be so formal when nobody else can hear our talk." David had come up the ridge alone on his horse, confident that he was safe enough in his own lands. Besides, he was only a few dozen paces from the camp that was being stripped and cleaned behind them. "What is on your mind, old man?"<br><br>"Your father would be proud, m'Lord. He taught you for this very day. Prepared you for it." The elder knight&nbsp; paused. "If I may be so bold... I know your fear. I can see it in your eyes. Been there for the past few days of our trek. But you're your father's son, m'Lord." He let the rest remain unsaid as he strode up to stand abreast the prince's steed and take in the sight of the castle in the distance.<br><br>David said nothing, but the smallest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. After several long moments, the tugged back and to the left on the reigns, causing the white beast to turn back the direction they'd arrived. The knight had always been there for him. He'd been part of his training from a lad. He'd watched over and fought beside him in the long years of the war. There were few he trusted as much as Gregore. And his words held a great weight on him.<br><br>It was midday when the company passed through the great gates. Fanfare abounded, and people cheered. He knew from the messengers that he wouldn't be seeing his mother until he made his way to the courtyard, which would have to wait until after he'd been cleaned up. The child in him wanted to rush into his mother's arms. The man in him knew that it wouldn't be proper to even see her until he was presentable again. This was nothing like paying a visit to one of the whore houses along the border. This was a formal occasion. And he would remain on his best behavior.<br><br>It only took about an hour to wash from his travels, be dressed in his ceremonial armor, and make his way out towards the courtyard, where he was to meet with his mother. He paused at the open door and gathered himself, before striding out into the open, immediately scanning the area for his mother and her procession.<br><br>It had been so long.
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				Post by: <strong>Jemady Angel</strong> on <strong>16-01-2014, 19:05:56</strong>
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				Name: Queen Eliquina<br>Location: Harem Courtyard<br>Tagged: Prince/Princesses <br><br>The Queen had been very calm that morning, all things considered, until the point a messenger came to inform her of the Prince return and his preparations. At that point a slight mask moved over the Queens face and she had turned to the Eunuch and ordered them double time. Inside of her something was gripping her heart; after all, her husband was dead. She had been so happy to present her son upon his return to his Harem that she had nearly forgotten her husband would not be returning with him. <br><br>She wondered how much her son looked like his father now. <br><br>She had to shake off the thoughts as she went through to every room to make sure everything was in order quickly and as soon as she had shooed all of the ladies and princesses outside she had set them up properly upon the pillows that had been delicately and ceremoniously placed out in the courtyard. The two princesses were front and center. The Queen had even made sure the two shined above the ladies; after all, she did want her son to marry a princess and bring more prosperity to their country. <br><br>She stood back and spoke to the group as a whole, sending all but a select few servants and Eunuch away. “Now remember, I will address the Prince first with my welcome. Then you all shall bow your heads and greet him as well. After that you are all to remain quiet unless he addresses you. Do not worry about presenting to him too much, yet, as there will be the banquet tonight in his honor which you shall all attend. Then, if he so wishes it, he may even return to select one of you for his chambers.” <br><br>She left it at that, making sure that the trays of food and vases of water and wine that the Eunuch held were all in proper condition. She took a deep breath then, positioning herself to the edge of the precision just as a massager ran in from a servants corridor to tell her of her sons movement towards them. She placed a small smile on her face which grew as soon as the young man walked through the door. She hid the pain that would have been there with it otherwise. He might not look as much as his father as she had feared, but he did hold himself just as strongly as his father had. <br><br>“Welcome home, my son, allow me to introduce you to your Harem. Ladies,” She said turning towards them with the same small smile. “Greet our prince.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Harem: A Fragile Peace [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 20:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Female%20Art/muriel-small.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Muriel LaFene <br><strong>Location:</strong> Harem Courtyard<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The queen, the prince, open. <br><hr> <br><br>So this was the big moment that it had all been building up to. She glanced around at the other women around her, all done up in there very best glittering in the sunlight. She and the other princess glittering the most of course. But, the Queen spoke and drew Muriel's attention. The redhead bobbed her head in a soft nod at the instructions. She had to appreciate the Queen's strength and surety in herself. She had command. She had no fear. She had managed to organize all of this for her son. There was something be looked up to in all of that. <br><br>Attention was shifted again. The Prince was arriving. Muriel's blue eyes followed the movements of the man of whom she now belonged. Trying to make out a first impression as his both greeter him. She wasn't sure what to think yet. Which was probably best, lest she think the wrong thing and choke in her moment. But she was a princess, and princesses didn't do such things. <br><br>Greetings of mother and son over, it was now their turn. As the Prince approached, she bowed her head respectfully. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, my Lord." She greeted him with a soft smile stretched over her soft lips. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>catherinehellfire</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 04:16:30</strong>
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				Name: Catherine Hawke<br>Location: Courtyard<br>Tagged: the queen, prince, and Muriel<br><br>Catherine was excited, the moment was finally here to meet the prince.&nbsp; She obediently took her spot near the center, giving the other princess a small smile, knowing she must be a least a bit excited too.&nbsp; Catherine may not have ever really talked to Muriel, though she decided that even if they were rivals that she could still be nice to her.&nbsp; Catherine gave a slight nod to the Queen's instructions.&nbsp; <br><br>Catherine turned her attention to the prince as he arrived.&nbsp; She too was trying to get an impression of what he was like, but decided she'd know soon enough.&nbsp; She knew she was looking upon the man she might marry some day, she just hoped she could impress him.&nbsp; As he approached, Catherine gave a slight, short bow to the prince.&nbsp; standing straight again, she gave him a warm smile and said "It is an honor to meet you my prince."
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