Salvatorem was once a beautiful, fairly peaceful land. It was full of life and magic, and people who, despite differences and disagreements, would never go to war against each other. The royal family, consisting of the king, his wife, three sons, and one daughter were very kind and generous. Everything seemed right. Even the poor could not complain.
But with the Princess' birth, problems began to arise. She was not the rightful daughter of the queen. She was the daughter of a sorceress who had deceived the king into thinking she was his wife using magic. The king set out to kill the sorceress and the child both, but in a final wish before death, the sorceress pleaded with the king to spare her child.
She prophecized the girl would come to provide the world with help and protection in its time of need. Evil was rising in remote places, and spreading fast. The child, with the blood of a sorceress and of the king, would be given something very special. She would be able to protect the world.
The king showed mercy and kept the child, his wife accepting her as her own. Things remained peaceful, for the most part. But the king was now aware of the growing darkness, and he was having it closely monitored.
At the age of seven, the young princess was having trouble keeping up with her three older brothers. She proved to get herself into a lot of trouble, falling out of a tree or getting her foot caught in weeds underwater. It was, however, when someone attempted to kill her that her parents realized she needed extra protection. Although the assassin failed, being captured and killed, the princess needed a bodyguard, for she might not have been so fortunate in the future.
After years of faithfully and loyally protecting the princess, her bodyguard retired. Now sixteen, she is old enough, her parents decide, for her to choose from the choices they provide her. She chooses a guard closest to her own age. A seventeen -nearly eighteen- years old young man, who shows great loyalty to the royals family.
This is their story.
I will be playing the girl. Mature romance as in mature elements but actual scenes of that nature can be smoothed over if needed. Although I personally have no limitations. I'd prefer someone who avoids one-liners, and will be getting onto me for making one-liners too frequently.
Appearance: (Detailed, please. I'm not asking for paragraphs upon paragraphs but please do not skip out just to take the easy way. And NO PICTURES.)
*You may add to the skellie as you like but this is a minimum of what I'd like to see.
Cool! I'd be glad to give it a try with you. Post a skellie, I'll have mine up soon. And then as long as you have no questions I believe we can begin.
Appearance: Trinity has long, flowing and wavy blonde hair. Her eyes are a lively forest green, and her features show a delicate flower of beauty but hidden danger. She has rather pale skin, and often strange marks will appear in random places and fade away with time. She has a tall, slender and lithe form. She's attractive, but she doesn't see it in herself, nor does she seem to care.
(No, it looks like a perfect start.)
Trinity hummed a soft melody to herself, walking through the gardens. She was waiting patiently for Luke to arive. Her father was supposed to make sure he knew all the proocalls. Secret passages...signals...trustworthy guards and average guards...socialization...sleeping arrangements. Of course there was a threat lingering that if the man messed with his daughter in a way beyond friendship and protecting her, he'd pay dearly. But it was never actually said.
Trinity was standing very still, having taken a step back. "L-Luke, right?" Her green eyes were wide and alert. She looked ready to dart. "Please...don't do that again." She recently found she was in a state in which she could very easily do magical things without meaning to.
"Just...uh, it seems I feel safer when I know the person protecting me." Trinity said, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "We need to spend a bit of time together, that's all. I'd like to get to know you, and you need to learn my routine."
"First of all, my name is Trinity, not Milady." She said pointedly. "So what's the situation with family? Do you...have any?"
"Oh..." Trinity was silent for a bit. She looked over at him. "So why are you here? I mean, why not with your family or something?"
Trinity winced. "But...you realize you aren't allowed to visit them anymore...? I mean...wherever I am is where you have to be. To go against that defeats the purpose of having you. The only other option would be to take me with you, and I highly doubt my father would allow that. Plus I really don't do well socially with any group, nobles, royalty, farmers..." She looked down. "I'd feel bad to take that freedom from you."
"Not always." Trinity mumbled, blushing faintly. "If you peeped on me while changing or bathing my father would have your head in a heartbeat." She sighed. "I still don't like the thought that I'm keeping you from your family. I love my family and when my brothers are away for long periods it hurts."
Trinity sighed, shaking her head. "It's alright." She murmured. "If nothing else it can be arranged for you to get time off to go visit them." She started to head inside. "I am very grateful to have chosen you, Luke. You seem like a very kind and respectul man, with more than just my safety in mind, but my happiness as well. That is what I wanted."
Trinity grimaced. That was right. He didn't start officially until the next day. "Seven. Have you been filled in on my schedule for the next few days, correct? All my lessons and such?" She had a lot of tutors. She was learning magic, politics, art, social graces, and more. She hated most of the things she had to learn, but only because it was forced on her.
"Luke wait." Trinity moved in his path rather swiftly. "I understand my father has you sleeping as far from me as possible to prevent the possibility of...certain actions. But it's also putting me at more risk. I plan to speak with him on the matter, but only if you're okay with it. I'd prefer if you had a room in the castle close to my own."
Trinity winced slightly. "Thank you Luke. I'll see you tomorrow." She curtsied and went to her father. "I can't be caged inside like a helpless bird, father." She said in a hushed tone. "I need fresh air. Sunlight. Freedom. There are guards at every entrance and I was with Luke. How much safer could it get?"
Despite the circumstances in which Trinity was brought into the world, she'd won her father over after a short time, and she had become daddy's little girl. She'd get her way one way or another, and after a rather long discussion, it was arranged for Luke to be moved into a room down the hall from Trinity's. The catch was that he'd only get it after a month of loyal services, and Trinity wasn't allowed to tell him he'd be getting it. He was to be led to believe he'd be given poor living conditions indefinitely. Trinity didn't like it, but she complied.
Trinity woke the next morning, washing, dressing, and having breakfast with her mother. She went out to meet Luke at precisely seven as she arranged and smiled softly to see him waiting there. "Good morning sir Luke." She said, curtseying. "How are you today?"
Trinity giggled softly. "Stop calling me Mila-Trinity. It's not that hard to call someone by their name, is it, Luke?" She shook her head. "I'm fine. Just not exactly looking forward to all the lessons." She hesitated but gave him her bag. "Thank you."
Trinity shook her head. "No, the deal is that I must do the lessons he requires, or else I cannot do the ones I want." She explained. First was politics. "I'm very fond of dance, music, and art, so I do the other lessons to keep him happy."