~*Rules*~
* No killing another persons character without their permission.* No language
~*My Character*~
Name: Genevieve Rose
Age: 18
Postion: Princess of France
Apperance: Genevieve has blonde hair with brown highlights down to her knees. She sometimes has it down but usally has it put up in very very fancy styles. She has very very light plue eyes. Her skin is tan and she is about 5'7''
Brief History: She was raised a princess what else can I say
~*The Story*~
Genevieve was pacing her room. Her father was trying to plan a marriage between her and the Prince of Spain. She stopped pacing and shook her head,
No I will not do it!
And with that she walked to her bedroom door and opened it. As soon as she pulled the door open she gasped, for right in front of her was her brother and a smile was on his face.
Am I really that scary?
No Genevieve replied back with a smile. I just did not know that anyone was standing just outside my door. I had been thinking what to tell father about the marriage that he was planning.
Her brothers face grew serious, Yes, I heard about that. what are you going to do about it?
I am going to go tell father that I will not marry a man that I have never even laid eyes on before.
Yes her brother nodded, that is a good idea. I never liked the idea of arranged marriages. Here, he said as he extended his arm, I will escort you there.
Genevieve smiled and took his arm, Thank you my dear brother.
And Genevieve and her brother Atienne walked to the throne room. As they came towards the giant doors that led to the throne room, the guards on either side of the door came to attention and opened the doors for them. As soon as they entered the room Atienne stepped to the side and Genevieve walked towards her father. Their father looked up from the parchment that he was reading and smiled,
What is it that you need, my daughter?
I refuse to marry a man that I have never even seen before.
I understand how you feel, so I set up a meeting between you two so that you could make the finial decision. Now how about you wait to make any decisions about him until he arrives.
Genevieve sighed All right father, I will wait until I meet him. When is he coming?
He should be arriving anytime today.
Than I will have my finial decision for you tomorrow morning.
With that Genevieve turned and walked out of the room. When she reached the doors Atienne fell into step next to her. Well, that went well. Now you will be able to meet him.
Genevieve stopped and looked at her brother, I want you to be there with me when I meet him.
Atienne put a protective arm around her, Whatever you want I will do.
And with that they walked out to the gardens. As soon as they steped out of the castle doors a carraige pulled up.
Antienne looked down at his sister, That must be him.
Genevieve nodded her head, Yes, it must be. Please do not leave my side.
Antienne nodded, Nothing could make me leave your side.
They looked as the carriage door opened and out stepped a young man about 20 years of age. There was a cruel look about him and Atienne reassured himself in his mind that he would never let his sister be by himself with that man.
When the young man reached them he bowed and asked
And whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?
Atienne stepped forward and anwsered,
I am Prince Atienne and this is my sister Princess Genevieve.And who might you be?
The young man stood up taller, I am Migele, Prince of Spain.
Atienne looked into his sister eyes and saw that she did not like him. He looked back at Migele. Would you care to ride with me?
Migele looked a Genevieve and then at Atienne. He knew that he would never get to Genevieve without going through her brother first and so he quickly responded,
Yes, that would be nice.
As they walked to the stables, Genevieve went upstairs to her room and changed into her riding habit. When she was done she went down to the stables and had one of the servents get her brown mare out and put the tack on. When the servant was done she got on and rode off to her favorite place.
