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- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Weekends, sporadically during weekdays
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Nearly anything.
She hadn't been spoken to since the journey began. When she, the youngest child of Baron Sayre, was selected to be sent over as some sort of peace offering, Ameline had been celebrated. It was a farce, but it was necessary; crying or rebelling would have ended in nothing but death. So instead her family reveled, and her father became a Viscount, and her things were packed and Ameline was sent off.
Her vampire escort had been quiet as they ferried her across her home country. And at the boarder, when Ameline was handed off to the humans, the silence became hateful rather than cordial. But the young woman sat tall in the carriage. And today, she arrived to the human palace.
The carriage stopped, and Ameline exited. She patted out her green dress, laced with designs and cuffs in gold thread, and waited as a trunk of her things was retrieved. Then the green eyed vampire was lead inside, with two of the guards carrying her trunk behind her.
Ameline was made to wait in a throne room that was empty but for her and several guards. The two that had been carrying her things set the trunk down and took their positions by the front door. Ameline stood and, after a moment, began to walk around the room. She clasped her hands together in front of her to make clear that she had no intentions but curiosity in mind, but the guards still watched her with suspicion. The young vampire looked at the walls and looked out the grand windows. One column had plates of gold on it, polished so clearly that Ameline could see her reflection.
The woman looked at herself. Her mouth, slightly agape, shoped bright red lips and pointed fangs behind then. Her green eyes were surprised, but also tired. Her skin was pale- in the gold, it seemed silver. And her dress was fine, but it felt plain now.
The vampire's thoughts were interrupted as a door opened, and a butler heralded the person who walked in. That must be who I am charged to, Ameline thought, and watched for the woman to walk into the room.
Her vampire escort had been quiet as they ferried her across her home country. And at the boarder, when Ameline was handed off to the humans, the silence became hateful rather than cordial. But the young woman sat tall in the carriage. And today, she arrived to the human palace.
The carriage stopped, and Ameline exited. She patted out her green dress, laced with designs and cuffs in gold thread, and waited as a trunk of her things was retrieved. Then the green eyed vampire was lead inside, with two of the guards carrying her trunk behind her.
Ameline was made to wait in a throne room that was empty but for her and several guards. The two that had been carrying her things set the trunk down and took their positions by the front door. Ameline stood and, after a moment, began to walk around the room. She clasped her hands together in front of her to make clear that she had no intentions but curiosity in mind, but the guards still watched her with suspicion. The young vampire looked at the walls and looked out the grand windows. One column had plates of gold on it, polished so clearly that Ameline could see her reflection.
The woman looked at herself. Her mouth, slightly agape, shoped bright red lips and pointed fangs behind then. Her green eyes were surprised, but also tired. Her skin was pale- in the gold, it seemed silver. And her dress was fine, but it felt plain now.
The vampire's thoughts were interrupted as a door opened, and a butler heralded the person who walked in. That must be who I am charged to, Ameline thought, and watched for the woman to walk into the room.