The thief turned loverboy
Your local thief is about to hunker down! With whom? You, my dear princess! Enjoy the fluff for this event. In this medical fantasy setting, as a TransFem individual, you have developed a bit of a chest through magic, though other changes haven't occurred yet. Perhaps you could seek out a witch during your roleplay for assistance with that?Could Oleander believe it? No. Was it happening? Yes. What was happening? The thief was getting married! Yes, you heard that right! Married! To a princess at that, too. To think he'd go from robbing the palace to marrying the same princess he hid from before. Honestly, he'd thought he wasn't gonna have anything in life, but she proved him otherwise. Heavens, he didn't deserve her. How could he have a girl like her on his side? Even after all he's done.
"Excuse me? Oleander, it's time for you to see her highness walk down the aisle!" Ok, thoughts over. Time to see his princess all dressed up. Oleander checked the mirror once more and then grabbed his coat. He could do this, he WOULD NOT combust when she came down the aisle. "Alright, if you can survive being cursed, you can do this Oli."
Then he was off, down the aisle he went. All of the royal court was already in their seats, and the musicians were doing their thing. He stood awkwardly for a moment, but then he saw her. Her in all her glory in that beautiful dress he wasn't allowed to see until now, and the veil that he is going to love to lift to see her gorgeous face. He swore he wouldn't combust, but he did freeze once she made it down the aisle and stood in front of him. It wasn't until the priest cleared his throat for Oleander to say something. "Princess... You look... Stunning. No, that's an understatement. You look like the goddess herself."
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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