Kingdom(open)

( awesome!)

( Alrighty.)

(Pfft)
Name: Zackery(Zac) Devinveul
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 20
Position in kingdom: Prince of the neighboring kingdom
Personality: Develop….(not creative enough rn)
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/487796203379657471/?amp_client_id=amp-knQMeEK3rRbU8OnQtz_cWQ&mweb_unauth_id=3f1915d77f41412da525cff0533e5e2d
Background: Stuff…
Other?: Has pretty good swordsmanship
(I give up on life…)

( well are we all set to start then?)

(Anyone catch my Hamilton reference in the description?)

(Who ever wants to start can imma go eat lunch)

(Anyone catch my Hamilton reference in the description?)

( OMG, how come I didn't notice that before???? Nice one!!))

(A.Ham….A.Burr)

(Can I join?)

Ophelia dances around the kitchen as she helps her coworkers prepare a feast for the king and queen, she hums a little tune while she workes

[I'll join..]

Ophelia was asked to bring breakfast to one of the stable boys she ran out of the kitchen and towards the stable. "Good Morning Porter, I've brought you breakfast!" she cheerfully said, holding out a leather bag."I hope it's too you're liking." she said with a smile

(Could I join?)

(I was wondering if my character could be a royal assassin too, if that's okay.)

[Name: Evangeline Faithwell (Or Eva) [EEEEEEEEE I can't think of a good last name]
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Position in kingdom: Princess [Since no one's that yet ._.]
Personality: Develop…
Appearance: She has brown hair and light brown eyes. Usually seen wearing something blue or pink.
Background: I'm too lazy rn ;-;
Other?: She's mortally afraid of…
penguins]

Porter smiled back at her and took the bag. "Thank you, but you don't have to run all the way out here just to give me breakfast." He took out a biscuit from the bag and held it out to the Appaloosa as it observed it carefully.

"I'm just following orders, you have you're job t do…and I have mine." Ophelia smiled and pet the horse on the nose.

Eva sat on a stool in her room, brushing her hair. For some reason, one strand refused to be pulled back into at least a messy bun, so she left it after many attempts on trying to get it to stay back. Do I ALWAYS have to look good? Yes, yes you do.

Name: Zoe Melena
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 19
Position in kingdom: Warrior Princess
Personality: She is feisty, cunning, loyal, natural leader,
Appearance:https://www.pinterest.com/pin/555983516482777091/
Background: (Develop.)
Other?:

( Alright what are we doing?)

[Oof. I feel like I should not be here?]

(I’m dead)
“Do I have to go?” Zackery complained to his mother. “Yes, my dear, you must marry, no complaints, otherwise, we both know your father is going to murder us both,” She looked into his eyes, smiling warmly. “Now come along child, your father will soon become impatient if we don’t hurry,” She stood. “Evelyn!! Make sure everything is ready, we should be leaving soon!!” She left Zackery to chase down the maid.

"Of course, but I feel like serving the royalty would come before serving…well…servants." Porter chuckled as he watched the horse, cleverly named Domino, ate the warm biscuit from his hand.

" Porter.." Ophelia sighed resting her hands on her hips, "don't be like that, just because they live in a fancy castle and are filthy rich doesn't make you any less important, after all, deep down we're all people, we all make mistakes, even the greatest kings."

((@NessieTheMonster I would assume you could))

Alexandra stalked into the castle, her black cloak flowing behind her. She took all the back passages, hoping to not run into anyone on her way to her room. She was out all night to assassinate a rebel group leader. He had put up a good fight too. She was exhausted.

Porter shook his head, taking another biscuit out of the bag and biting into it. He didn't speak until he was done swallowing. "Again, thank you, but you don't have to say that."

Ophelia crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, "well, I feel like I do, because there are starving children on the streets, and the King is doing nothing about it…I just hope his son doesn't make the same mistake when he becomes king." Her expression melted into a compassionate stare, "those poor kids probably won't last next winter, I've heard the witches say the snow will be twice as bad as last year, and twice as cold."