Princess Varya slouches against the back of her towering golden throne, thick blue padding cushioning her back, her gloved hands curling around the gold-studded armsrests, servants fanning her thin frame with long leafy fans. She rolls a thin line of her raven hair through her fingers and sighs. The elegant navy evening gown the Duke of Fairweather Province sent to her for her nineteenth birthday -- she's twenty-two now, and fit for rule by the Kingdom's laws (a year she's waited to come for oh so long... and now, finally, her father's Kingdom is her's!) -- flows down her thin frame, tumbles off the edge of her throne, and fans like a blooming flower over the marble floor. She smiles at the effect. The first time she's smiled today. She hates these stupid public forum things -- if Father hadn't demanded it of her, she wouldn't be doing them at all. These peasants do not deserve her attention, her compassion, her consideration. They belong to her. They are her's to control. They serve her. But alas, again she finds herself perched on her throne, ready to open the doors to the pathetic masses. She sighs for a second time. Such a waste of bloody time... she thinks. She pulls on the loose strand of bangs and watches them jump, curl, and bounce against her cheek. She adjusts the bright red chrysanthemum in her hair. She checks her reflection in a small hand mirror a servant passes to her. She smirks at her reflection. You're beautiful, Varya. Like always. Get through this and you can go freshen up for people who actually matter! She shoves the hand mirror back into the hands of the wide-eyed servant and sends him away. She pulls her head up and narrows her eyes at the door. She raises a hand. "Let them in," she commands. Ivory doors swing open to reveal the masses -- and, to the masses, their tyrannical, self-centered, downright heartless ruler. ((OOC: Welcome to my very first RP on Iwaku! This is just a quick little idea I had to thrust myself into an RP on here, so who knows if it will fly? :P Anyone and everyone is welcome to join in at any time! No rules on who you can or can't be: one of the peasants, a noble, a ruler of a neighbouring nation, Vary'a father, Varya's mother, a younger sibling (or older sibling, to whom for some reason the monarchy did not fall -- make up a reason! Be creative!), a friend of Varya's, one of the servants, a slave, a rebel, a rebel leader, a magician, a jester, a mercenary... whatever you want, really! No need for a char. sheet either, just make sure to introduce to us who you are and what role you have in your first post!)) OOC Thread here.