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Charles Yager
Guest
Original poster
[Rococo era]
Charles heard the curtains that draped over his bed open,spilling the sunshine onto his body.
"Good morning," A team of servants and maids curtseyed.
Charles sat up,forgetting that he was royalty and a rose red flushed his cheeks.
"Good morning..." He mumbled as he yawned.
His aunt came marching in,already in fancy attire.
"Charles,today's the big day!"
"What?"
"...you're choosing a wife." She scoffed.
One maid brought a bowl of water and let him splash his blushing face. As he came up from the water he scowled at the fact that he's getting married at the age of fifteen,also the fact he never knew the girl.
"Is it portable to marry a man-"
"No!" She snapped as she walked back outside of his room.
Charles got ready,in his day clothes. Probably spend a day in the garden and courtyard,meeting girls for him to marry the next day.
The party was filled with beautifully dressed royalty.
Yet,charles didn't seem to want to dress all that extravagant.
He never wanted to wears those powered wig.
As hours passed of talking to girls in their dresses and eating cake and guzzling down champagne...he never found somebody he liked.
Charles sat down,getting another glass of champagne. A man sat next to him. A young man at that.
"Some party huh?" He scoffed.
Charles heard the curtains that draped over his bed open,spilling the sunshine onto his body.
"Good morning," A team of servants and maids curtseyed.
Charles sat up,forgetting that he was royalty and a rose red flushed his cheeks.
"Good morning..." He mumbled as he yawned.
His aunt came marching in,already in fancy attire.
"Charles,today's the big day!"
"What?"
"...you're choosing a wife." She scoffed.
One maid brought a bowl of water and let him splash his blushing face. As he came up from the water he scowled at the fact that he's getting married at the age of fifteen,also the fact he never knew the girl.
"Is it portable to marry a man-"
"No!" She snapped as she walked back outside of his room.
Charles got ready,in his day clothes. Probably spend a day in the garden and courtyard,meeting girls for him to marry the next day.
The party was filled with beautifully dressed royalty.
Yet,charles didn't seem to want to dress all that extravagant.
He never wanted to wears those powered wig.
As hours passed of talking to girls in their dresses and eating cake and guzzling down champagne...he never found somebody he liked.
Charles sat down,getting another glass of champagne. A man sat next to him. A young man at that.
"Some party huh?" He scoffed.