The Successor (D'Alessio & HOTL6107)
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				Title: <strong>The Successor (D'Alessio &amp; HOTL6107)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:15:39</strong>
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				It was dark, nighttime has completely consumed the Fanworth castle entirely, and the only thing that made tonight different than the past nights was the mirthless sky, devoid of the moon’s gentle radiance. In such darkness, a cloaked figure could be seen making its way somewhere, its hastiness was embraced by the narrowed corridors and the winding staircase leading down to the lowest level of the castle where prisoners are kept and tortured. The entire time, the figure had only a trident-shaped candlestick to illuminate his way. CLACK!!! Suddenly a noise could be heard somewhere behind him; however, he did not stop. Once the figure reached the bottom, he took off his hood which hid his dull blond hair and steely blue eyes. It was no other than the aged Lord of the castle himself. As he entered the chamber, a sinister smirk, intensified by the lighting could be seen on his rugged face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Successor (D'Alessio&amp;HOTL6107)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:18:41</strong>
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				She tried to sleep but it would not come. She tossed and turned, trying to find a position that would suit to what she needed. Her blonde hair was full and rich in colour. It had been a gift from her father at birth. The eyes she possessed were her mother's. The deepest of greens one could find. Her mother had left them no too long ago. The change in their kingdom left its occupants morose and quiet. She couldn't tell if the death affected her father or not, but it left the young princess praying for hope.<br><br>Elizabeth slipped from the warmth of her comforters and shivered as the chill of the night hit her skin. She was dressed in just a short nightgown. It fell to her knees and accentuated her small curves nicely. Her hair was in the braid she had asked one of their servants to help her with before bed. Elizabeth wasn't the greatest of fans when it came to help around their castle, but she took it because her mother had once told her that they loved doing things for them -- for royalty. As she placed on her slippers, Elizabeth grabbed her silk robe and tossed it over her frail body. She moved to the door, hoping to find no one up in the library.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:19:17</strong>
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				The chamber was magnificent, everything about it was as medieval as one could get; from the lavishly bricked flooring to the high ceiling and the torches on the side, toning down the harshness of the dark night. Alystor was sitting atop of throne, devoid of any cloth to cover his lower body’s nudeness as a girl kneeled before him, tenderly providing service for her master out of fear. It definitely wasn’t normal, after all, how can you call the collar around her neck, leading to his hand normal? It certainly wasn’t. <br><br>Because of the way the room was structured, it was definitely hard to see from the outside. However, it was a cozy little chamber with all sort of devices Alystor has recently spent his money on, one could only wonder what he use it for. When the service slowed down a bit, the aged man put his hand on the girl’s head and violently bobbed her head up and down, wanting to increase the pleasure he was receiving. 
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:20:03</strong>
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				As Elizabeth made her way down the marble steps, she made sure she was extra cautious not to be seen by a maid or servant. Finally, she had reached the great door that led into her father's library. She always found solace here when her mother had passed, most likely because this was the only place her mother could get away from everything. And Elizabeth felt the same way. Grabbing a book about the medieval times and when war broke out, she went to go sit on one of the large plush chairs in the room. She opened the book to find a large castle where men were shooting arrows filled with fire to keep out the enemy.<br><br>Closing her eyes, Elizabeth imagined what her life could have been like if she were born in the time of King Arthur or Marie Antoinette. The idea of ruling a kingdom by herself sounded absolutely amazing. Maybe they would still have some money left. When her mother died, her father had begun to go on a spending spree. He held a lavish service for her mother -- which she was not about to chide her father on the amount he spent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Successor (D'Alessio&amp;HOTL6107)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:20:39</strong>
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				SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! Noises of the master’s displease resounded unpleasantly within the dimly-lit chamber; he knew that no one would be up and about during this hour of night, thus he made as much noise as possible, unaware that his only daughter was in the library next to the chamber. His library itself was built just for show; it was used more for the purpose of covering up the flawed design of the dungeon which could be access through the library. It’s also because of such flawed design that voices and harsh noise could travel from the chamber into the library. Somewhere within the small study is the entrance to Alystor’s secret hideout, and it doesn’t seem to be settling.
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:21:03</strong>
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				The resounding sound of flesh smacking against flesh scared Elizabeth out of her reverie. Looking up, she looked around to see if anyone had possibly found her. Biting her bottom lip, she left the book on the chair and stood up. "Hello?" She whispered sharply, hoping to not get a reply back. She walked around the library, trying to follow the noises that came and went. Suddenly, Elizabeth stopped in front of a row of books. "Hello?" She called out once more.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:22:36</strong>
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				“Do you really think you could please me with the way you are? Miria, Miria, dear Miria. We all love you and your personal contribution to the raising of my daughter but when it comes to the leisure of your Master, you’re completely worthless.” Alystor’s voice was snide and as sharp as a blade. He then brought his hand up and smacked the girl’s posterior several more times, unleashing his temper on the flesh that flustered a deep red from the smacking. Through the little secret entrance in the study, one could see a fresh, young girl sprawling out on the lap of the mighty Fanworth Lord who abused her flesh as if she was less than human. 
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:23:08</strong>
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				Elizabeth paid attention to what she could and could not hear. Suddenly, a voice rose up, a dark and familiar voice. She listened to it and squeaked when she realized that it was her father talking. "Daddy..." Elizabeth mouthed, her voice unable to speak. Stepping away from the wall of supposed books, she looked around. If he was in there, then there had to be some type of lever around the wall. She had seen old horror movies where a room had a secret entrance to another room.<br><br>She tried all the things she could think of. Pulling back some rusty, old book, any button that could be in the room near the wall of books. Everything she had seen in the movies. When it was nearing dawn, Elizabeth yawned and gave up on the door. Going back to the chair, she tried to read more of the book, trying to block out her father's screams and roars amongst other sounds he may have made. Within an hour, the poor girl had passed out, exhausted from the long night.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:23:46</strong>
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				“Elizabeth… what are you doing in my study?” A grim voice carried deeply in the study with literally no other light than the one the young girl must have turned on in order to assist her reading; seeing as how several books are sprawled out onto the little end table next to the comfy chair she was sitting on. Her father, Lord Alystor Vango de Fanworth was a man of great stature; his expression was firm and strict like any other great ruler. <br><br>Something was different about him today though, displease was chiseled all over his face, making his exterior was fearful as can be. He stood beside where Elizabeth sat, towering over her with his semi-loose casual robe. Why she was in his study was beyond him, he did not understand and the only thing he could have think of is that she’s spying on him… if so not even his daughter could escape his wrath.
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:24:11</strong>
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				Elizabeth couldn't help the tired and helpless look she sported when she was woken from her sleep. "Daddy?" She muttered quietly. "Why are you in my room?" It was obvious that the girl was still suffering from sleepiness when she spoke. She was curled up into a little ball, the book she had been reading resting softly on her side where it sat open at the Round Circle of King Arthur.<br><br>Young Elizabeth uncurled from her position and when her feet stretched out, she did not feel the comfort zone of her queen-sized bed. "Daddy... where am I again?" She asked him.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:24:42</strong>
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				A pair of cold eyes was directed downward as it ran all over Elizabeth exposed body. Despite being displeased with her coincidently spending the night here of all nights, Alystor could not helped but feel the pent up lust from looking at his daughter. However, he returned to himself shortly after the sticky string of lewd thoughts and immediately kneeled down next to her with an un-amused voice escaping the hollow of his throat. “Elizabeth, you’re in my study; would you like to tell daddy what you are doing here… or what you heard last night?” His eyes did not hide the animosity and curiosity welling behind it, he was used to having whatever he wanted and it wasn’t going to change just yet. 
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:25:58</strong>
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				As she sat there, Elizabeth watched as her father called over the nanny who had taken care of her as she grew up. She had grown attached to the woman throughout her years of aid and had sometimes felt as if she were a real mother to her more than her own. Elizabeth loved her mother dearly -- more now than ever now that she had died -- but her nanny, Miria had always been there for her. She helped Elizabeth wash herself when she was younger, helped her dress herself, and even played with her when no one else would.<br><br>She watched as Miria nodded at whatever she had been told by Elizabeth's father and then went to grab Elizabeth by the arm. Her father's words stayed with her all day after that. <em>Elizabeth, do not be late.</em> Why wouldn't she be? It wasn't like she had any other pressing matters that her father had possibly cared about. We must get you nice and clean for tonight. She had remembered Miria saying to her. <em>It is a big night for you and your father.</em> Ha, yeah right. Big night... the night was most likely to be "held" in her honor to find a perfect man for her to marry. It was more like the richest man in the land so that they could receive more money. Still, Elizabeth went on her way, making sure everything was in it's place.<br><br>Once it came time to get ready for the ball that evening, Miria had come into her room and dragged her to the baths where Elizabeth washed herself. Her long, blonde hair had to be blow dried so that they could twist and turn it into odd contortions so that it resembled a gentle french twist with small strands that fell to her cheeks. Each strand was curled to perfection and sprayed to keep it in its place. She then moved to her dressing room where she sat at her mirror and applied her small amount of make-up. She didn't like much -- mainly just eye shadow, eye liner and a bit of blush and lip shiner -- to make her natural beauty shine out. When she moved to get her dress on, she found it rather more difficult than usual. The servants who helped dress her in a corset, which took a good twenty minutes just to get it into the right shape and size. Then came her dress. It was a cream colour that went well with her skin tone and held lovely jewels all around it in a delicate design. With the gown dropping to the floor, she then placed on her shoes and she had Miria put on her crown. It wasn't your typical crown you found in the olden days, but one that fit her head perfectly and laid flat. One single jewel laid on her forehead with many small stones around it. Each stone represented the castle's colours.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:27:32</strong>
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				“May I present to you, the only heiress to the proud Fanworth family, the ever lovely and beautiful princess, Elizabeth Fanworth.” The grand voice belonging to the head of the usher resounded deeply within the lavishly decorated hall where noble lords and ladies alike were greeting one another gracefully as the eloquent music sweetened the formal atmosphere, toning it down a notch with dulcetness. As expected, the princess was at the top of the stair and has been given specific instruction by her retainer to properly walk down the red carpet laid out for her and extend her greetings to each of her princely suitor.<br><br>At the bottom of the staircase, there were three young princes looking up at her with stars-struck eyes. Closest to the staircase was the Prince of Germania, he had brown hair, a set of amber eyes and a dignified face. The second closest is the Prince of Gallia, the tallest amongst the bunch; completed with blond hair and blue eyes. The third closest was the Prince of Eldar, the smallest kingdom on this side of the world; he was the shortest, red-headed which was completed with piercing green eyes. Each has their own quality befitting of their ranking. As the trumpet sounded, Alystor who mechanically sat on his throne shifted his eyes toward his beautiful daughter… the sight of her walking down the stair completely took his breath away; however, his stern demeanor did not change in the slightest bit.
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:28:28</strong>
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				Elizabeth started down the staircase. She kept in her head what Miria had told her <em>Left, together, right together. It's like dancing, princess. </em>She tried to hold her smile as she walked down the carpet. With on hand, she held up the long gown as to not trip and fall. With one look at her father, Elizabeth's smile faltered. Trying to regain her cheerful spirit, she looked away from her father and the three men who awaited her. Stopping at the first male, she bowed slightly holding up her dress as he placed a sweet kiss to the back of her hand. "Thank you for coming tonight, William." She said to him softly, moving to place a soft kiss to his cheek. Moving onto the tallest of the three, Elizabeth made another graceful bow. He, too, also took her hand and gently laid a kiss to it. "Welcome to our Kingdom, Erik. I hope you enjoy yourself." Lastly, Elizabeth made her way to the shortest. He was still fairly taller than herself and had to reach onto the tips of her toes to place a kiss to his cheek as well. Thank you and welcome, Andrew. I do hope you fair well." With all that said and done, she moved onto where her father stood. Standing beside him, she softly whispered, "Did I do well, father?"
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:28:55</strong>
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				The sound that came from the magnificent King himself was less than magnificent. However, he did commend her on her devoted effort, “it was good.” As he spoke his face remained as though it was a stoically painted portrait meant to show ownership of the land and everything within. Although the few minutes passed by in awkward silence, the remedy came in the form of the ballroom music coming on for the obligated dancing. With the music as his cue, Alystor stood up and firmly grabbed onto his daughter’s hand, he accompanying her out onto the dancing floor, where they performed a splendid, traditional waltz. The entire time they moved in the rhythm of the music, the king had one of his hands grabbed onto his daughter’s while the other one rested on her lower back. His eyes stayed affixed on her complexion without having to worry about the dancing; his body memorized the steps by heard, he need not sight to dance well.
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:29:35</strong>
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				Elizabeth smiled at her father's short approval of her greetings. It may not have been the exact words she was looking for, but it was still well all the same. She couldn't help but look at her father. <em>Why is he always so serious now?</em> She thought to herself. Before she knew it, he was grabbing hold of her hand and dragging her to the dance floor. Placing one hand on her father's shoulder, she held her other hand firmly in his larger one. Like she had as a child, she danced around the room with her father, the only difference was that she did not stand on his toes like she had done so before. She let him swing her around the room, twirling her in circles around the dance floor. "Daddy, I wasn't entirely truthful with you this morning." She whispered into his ear where her head rested on his shoulder. "I had heard things... and I'm not upset or scared. Mother hasn't been around for a good few years now and you get lonely." She placed a discreet kiss on his neck, showing her daughterly love for him. "I get lonely too."
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 19:27:12</strong>
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				The father’s colossal frame stood towering over that of his little girl’s as their feet carried them amid the sea of nobles. The powerful figure did not look at his dance partner, instead, he casted his cold eyes off into the distance as his mind entered a myriad of thoughts. Once the two entered a state of silence, everything and everyone around him gradually started to disappear; within his inhuman eyes, the only object he saw was his daughter. The next time he looked at her, he lowered his head and whispered into her ear with a tone softer than usual, “If you don’t want to wed into the family of those suitors appointed to you, there is yet a way out of that. However, your entire life will change; only the future and yourself could find out if it’s for the better or for the worse. Well then my beloved daughter, will you succeed the title as the Chamber Maiden?”
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 19:56:25</strong>
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				The small girl's tiny frame shrunk as she listened to her father. It was true in the fact that she did not want any of the suitors she had been presented with, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to take on the name her father had just whispered into her ear. Each prince had their flaws and praises. William was sweet and gentle, but was not a conversationalist. He also hated reading and would leave her to rule the castle. She also knew he wasn't as faithful as most people believed. Erik may have been well-read, taking classes in Europe and Asia around the world, but he wasn't one to be sensitive. She had been out on evenings with all three men and when she had started crying after speaking about her mother's death, he sat there, telling her that she wasn't going to come back with tears. Erik was a spoiled brat and got his way with a few threats and screams. Andrew -- in her opinion -- was just plain stupid. He wore his feelings on his sleeve and constantly whined. Andrew had also had his mother taken away from him as a child and found that he was the only one who could mourn the death. Elizabeth found this quite exhausting and just couldn't deal with it. "Father, what would that title entail?" she asked him, feeling that taking up her father's offer might be the best out of the four choices.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 20:12:50</strong>
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				“If you wish to know, tell Miria to prepare you for the Chamber Maiden ceremony tonight. You will find your answer there…” With his voice trailing off into his daughter’s ear, the music started to become slower as it approached a subtle pause, allowing the princess to have some time to celebrate the party with her princes. The first to rightfully reserve his accompaniment with the princess was the ever so charming albeit quiet William von Germania, who took her hand into his and escorted her out onto the dance floor where he shone the brightest. <br><br>With every pace-changing part presented within the score, he purposely tried to physically get closer to her using the fast-pace dancing as a way to cloak his notoriety. When he was able to seize her ear, he whispered into them, “come to Germania… with me.” It took him a lot of courage to say such things as he immediately switch back to his stoic self, twirling her around his healthy figure. He was a man of many actions but very few words.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 06:55:53</strong>
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				Throughout the entirety of the night, Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder what her father had meant. Her dance with William was quite tiresome and left her dreading the fact that two others were left. When William had told her to flee to Germania with him, she denied herself the right to crinkle her nose at his declaration. "I cannot just yet, William. I must make a choice first before I can leave." As their song came to an end, Elizabeth felt rather dizzy and was about to leave until she felt a strong male pull her towards him. <br><br>"May I have this dance, Princess?" It was Erik and he was pulling her backwards to where the dance floor had been. Elizabeth let out an audible groan as he swept her into a two step, twirling her around the castle floor. "I must say, Princess. You are quite the dance partner. When I was in Italy, I could never find someone who could dance half as well as you do." Elizabeth was sickened by his words and tried her best to detach herself from what was going on. Looking around the room, she found that Andrew was off talking with who it looked to be her father and pleaded that he not realize that his turn was next. As the music slowed down, she kept her eyes on Andrew as she pulled herself away from Erik and shoved off for the kitchens.<br><br>"Miria?" She whispered sharply. "Miria, I need to speak with you. It is about my father." Miria came out of the kitchens, her hands drying off on her apron as she looked as Elizabeth, clearly asking why she was in here and not looking at her chosen suitors. Sighing, Elizabeth spoke before her handler from birth could even say a word. "I spoke with Daddy. He told me to speak with you about being a Chamber Maiden." Looking around sharply, she noticed that Andrew was looking around, searching for the missing princess. Taking Miria by the arm of her shirt, she pulled her out of sight and stared at the woman. "Please, Miria. Tell me what father's planning for me. He told me that I do not have to chose one of those imbeciles out there." The young princess looked desperate for an answer.
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				Post by: <strong>D'Alessio</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 09:06:28</strong>
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				Miria definitely freaked out the moment the princess who she was supposed to wholeheartedly care for stormed into the kitchen where she had her feet propped up on a stool, relaxing the rest of the day away, after the hard work. Because of Elizabeth’s sudden appearance, Miria shot herself up from her feet and assumed a formal posture befitting of her occupation as a maid. The entire time, she hoped she wasn’t caught slacking off. After realizing that it’s only the silly princess, the feminine retainer heavily sighed out of relief as she walked over to Elizabeth in a slumped posture and grabbed onto her shoulder, asking her why she isn’t on the dancing floor that moment. <br><br>“Aah?! Lady Elizabeth!” Miria squealed as she got towed off into a discrete corner, hidden away from the eyes of the public. After hearing about Elizabeth’s interest in being the next Fanworth female to inherited the sacred title referred to as ‘Chamber Maiden’, Miria was shocked. From her heartfelt expression which she made out of her utmost concern for Elizabeth, she straightened up her curvy body and immediately took the young girl’s hands into her own, forcing her eyes to meet that of Elizabeth’s as she emphasized the importance of the title. “As a dedicated and loyal servitor to the Fanworth family, I cannot disclose to you the secret behind the ‘Chamber Maiden’. The only way for you to find out is as master must’ve said, you must attend tonight’s ceremony. Come m’lady, I will get you the proper attire for tonight.”<br><br>Rushing Elizabeth back to her room, Miria left her alone for a moment as she went and got the ceremonial clothing for Elizabeth. Knocking on the door, she entered with a stack of clothes in her hands; there seemed to be no color other than the pure white. Placing the stack on Elizabeth’s bed, Miria unfolded them and showed her lady the lacy white corset with its very own garter belt and proper stockings (for the arms as well). “Hurry and put these on, you must get ready before the ceremony start!” Miria rushed the young princess as she helped her put everything on.
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				Post by: <strong>CassieBear</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:05:56</strong>
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				Elizabeth accepted the fact that she was unable to be told what exactly what was going to happen that night. She let Miria take her to her room and dress her for the ceremony. As Miria dressed her in the attire for the evening, Elizabeth couldn't deny her feelings of confusion at what she was to wear. She had to admit that the corset was rather lovely -- despite how uncomfortable it was at first. She also couldn't help but admit the stockings that were placed not only upon her legs, but her arms as well.<br><br>When she was going to leave her room, Elizabeth stood before the archway between her room and the hallway and looked back. She was unsure as to what was to become of tonight and had to admit was slightly frightened about what could happen. Walking back into her room, she could hear Miria call to her. "Princess, your father should be waiting for you in his study." Nodding, she moved over to her desk where her mirror sat. She touched her bare neck and looked to see her jewelery box. Opening, she saw the pendant that used to belong to her mother. It was a simple three-piece diamond set that matched the flat crown Elizabeth had been wearing tonight. She gingerly let her fingers graze the necklace as she felt a presence behind her. "Miss Elizabeth, please. Your father is waiting and I don't need to be punished for your inability to present yourself at a specific time." Elizabeth glared at Miria who stood behind her. She looked into the mirror.<br><br>"I was hoping to wear my mother's necklace for father tonight." She told the woman who had taken care of her all these years. The one who had felt more like a mother than her own. "Is that allowed? Or must I come to father bearing nothing but these clothes I have been given?" She knew she was challenging her lady in waiting. "I know this was father's beloved necklace he gave to my mother when she was pregnant with me, was it not?"
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