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Through War & Love (Crystal Fire & sub_voyage fan)

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Arabella is a woman full of beauty, grace and charm. To some, she is like a goddess, when to others she is better than a dream. Her father, the king of Rewn, is at war with the neighboring kingdom of Poilen. They had once been good friends, the two royal families, until they saw one flaw with each other, and found it was not good. Arabella could remember the prince of the kingdom since as long as she could remember. He was about six years older than herself. She could remember growing up with him, remembering the summers together, and visiting around New Years. However, since the war started a year ago, she had not seen him since. She has given up on looking for him, for her father will not let her out of the kingdom. This has though made things hard for herself to find a fitting husband. With crystal eyes, a well rounded bosom, flawless skin and soft pink lips, who would think that it would be hard for her to find a husband? Everyone in the kingdom. They knew that things were hard because of the war, and they all felt pity for the princess in her state of loneliness. They all pray that some day, some man will come save her and take her away.


"What were you doing down there, Arabella?! You could have been killed by some sort of sniper, assassin or spy! How can you be so careless!?" She was being shaken by the shoulders by her father as he yelled into her face, making her eyes squeeze shut to try and block out his rantings. "Father, you know that I go down to the village every week to play with the children! There is not much they can do down there so I bring gifts and toys down to them so that they won't be lonely anymore." He only shook her harder, then threw her from his sight, making her stagger back a few steps before she caught herself. "Up to your chambers, now! I will not hear another word of this!" With that, she spun on her heal, and after picking up the front of her skirts, she ran up the stone steps. She slammed and latched her door in place after getting to her room, and she slapped her hands against the wood door. She was furious with how restrictive her father could be. She hated being stuck in this miserable castle.

Folding her arms across her chest, she looked toward the fire place, watching as the fire crackled happily with the new wood she put in an hour ago. Her father had found out from a guard this morning that she went down to the village yesterday while she pretended to be sick and bed ridden. Tossing a lock of golden hair from her face, she stormed toward her balcony, walking out to look down upon the village. It was a warm April day, the sun out and the sky bluer than ever. She gripped her hands around the bars lining the balcony as she looked down, trying to calm herself from what her father just said to her.

][ I just got an idea! If your character, the prince, somehow because like a servant or something to work in the castle so that he could be near her more often! ^^ ][​
 
((I like it. And unfortunately I don't have a pic of my character. The one that I do have is for my normal((not royality)) rps.))

Chris Roberts was laying in his bedroom. The thought of him being trapped in his royal bedroom was a pain. He was the prince of a huge kindom. His father, the king, was very rude to his wife and the prince. In fact the king made them do chores and act like a servant. One day his father asked him to spy on the next door kingdom, and of course Chris accepted.

Walking outside the castle he walked through the town and into the grassy area. Soon he walked to a nearby forest and stripped his clothes off. Pulling a worn shirt and torn shorts out from his packback he put them on and started heading for the neighbooring kingdom.

Soon he arrived at the kingdom and entered the border unnoticed. Soon he passed by a road. On the road he saw that a village was up ahead. As it was getting late he decided he would stay at this village and spend the night. He could even get a job there if he wanted to.
 
Biting her lip, Arabella looked down toward the ground. She was only three stories up. She could possibly climb down using the vines and rocks of the castle. She was wearing a white gown, traced with gold lining and thread. The sleeves held her arms tightly till her wrists, ending with a point upon the back of her hand. The dress also hugged her curvy form until her hips were it then spread out, making her gown like the wind and water when she walked. She had her matching white slippers on, and hoped that even with them on this would be an easy decent. She hoisted herself over the balcony railing, after making sure no one was underneath her to look up to see a sight up her gown. She was at the edge of the balcony, closest to the castle wall. Then carefully, she began climbing down, sliding her fingers into crevices in the rocks. She kept her body close to the wall, hoping not to fall suddenly if her footing was to loosen. However, in five minutes, give or take, she made it to the ground, falling down to her feet the last three feet. She glanced up to the castle windows, making her her father did not follow her down before she bolted across the moat, her gown following behind her as she ran, along with her long golden hair, unbraided.​
 
As he entered the town he looked around and discovereed that things were interesting. There in front of him was a sign that said:

Important Notice:
By order of the king everyone able to fight Must join the army. There will be no exceptions.
Sincerely,
the king

Walking past this sign he started to get worried and soon left the town. As he left it he saw another forest and entered it and soon bumped heads against someone. "Are you okay?" He asked her sighing softly.
 
Arabella held back from giving out a cry of alert, but she put her hand quickly over her mouth as she nodded. She turned her head slightly, looking around to make sure that no one was around. "Yes, yes I'm fine.." She spoke softly as she looked around. She did not notice that it was her best friend, Chris right in front of her. Her soft hands were laid upon his arms from when she bumped into him. However, after making sure that the place was safe, she finally looked to the man she bumped into. Her eyes immediately widened as her lips gaped open seeing his face after so long. "Chris.. What are you doing here?.. You could be in so much trouble?.." She whispered softly, her crystal eyes staring right into his.​
 
He looked at her and sighed. For a second he thought she looked like his old best friend. For a long time their fathers had been friends. Then one day he became king and started destroying the entire kingdom. Sadly Chris had to watch and face this and even serve the king.

((Ineintence inspired))

The next thing he knew he was pulled into a clearing and looked at. His friend had indded noticed it was him and for that he smiled and blushed. "Well." He paused softly wondering how to say this. "I hate this war and need it to stop."
 
"Oh, Chris..." She spoke softly, wrapping her arms around his neck in an embrace. She truly did miss him, and this war did nothing for their friendship. She held him a while longer before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek and standing in front of him once again. "I hate this war as well... Nothing is the same anymore. And I've missed you so much.." She spoke softly to him, making sure that they were still out of sight of others. "We need to get well out of sight of the castle so that we may talk to each other. Standing here is too dangerous."​
 
He looked at her and sighed softly and blushed. "Listen." He paused and started thinking. He knew he had a plan."If you want me to be with you just make me your slave." He paused. "There is something you should know." He paused and blushed. "I was set to be married so I ran away from my kingdom." He replied.
 
Arabella did not like the idea of making him her slave, but slowly she nodded as she looked at him, giving him a slight smile. At the mention of him being set to marry though, her smile disappeared. To think that he was so desperate to not marry that he ran from his own kingdom. She gently ran her hand across his arm. "I will let you then as my slave into the castle.. But you must keep yourself hidden from my father, for he will recognize you... Come with me.." She whispered softly as she then turned, and made her way back to the castle, hopefully to not be noticed by her father when she came back in.​
 
He looked at her and nodded softly and tried to think of what to do. "Alright." He replied and blushed. He then hid his blush and followed her.
 
Arabella continued to look behind her to make sure that Chris was following her. She gave him a smile each time until she reached the castle grounds. She then stood straight, her hands folded in front of her as she walked, with Chris behind her. "Walk three steps behind me... I will do the talking if my father finds us.." She whispered behind her to him, her long gold hair swaying across her back as she walked.​
 
He looked at her and nodded and started to walk with her. When he read her recquest he waited a second then started walking.
 
"Arabella! There you are! Why must you run from me?" Her father came forward as soon as she came through the door. He took her by the upper arms and shook her slightly. "Stop worrying me child! Have your servant take you up to your chambers now. He is to stay with you to make sure you don't escape again." Arabella's eyes widened after her father walked away, and she looked right at Chris. A soft smile slowly spread upon her lips as she then took his hand, and quickly brought him up to her room so that they could talk in private up there.​
 
He looked at her father suprised by the fact that he did not recgonize him. Looking bewildered he looked at Arabella then sighed. Soon he took her to her room like she was told. Then he went to the door and locked it. "why did he not recgonize me?" He asked then paused. "And whats this about talking privately?" He asked.
 
She turned to the fire place, folding her arms as Chris locked the door. "He's oblivious to our servants.. He doesn't know any of their names. If they're strong though and in good health, he will hire them." Arabella turned her eyes to Chris, and after she walked to him the short way, she lowered his hood that he still had up to look at him fully. "My father is looking for a husband for me, from anywhere.. And he doesn't care who the man is.. just as long as he has status. The man my father is thinking of as a husband for me is a wife beater.. His last two wives are dead by his own hand, but he made it seem like accidents for them. I'm scared, Chris." ​
 
He looked at her and sighed softly. He had an idea but wasn't sure if it would work. Sighing he moaned lightly. "Isn't it obvious?" He looked at her and sighed. "You marry me and before your father finds out disguise me as someone with status."
 
Slowly, Arabella smiled as she looked at him. "Chris, that's a wonderful idea!" She exclaimed as she took him softly by the shoulders, and gave him a peck on the lips in gratitude. "I sure do hope it works.. I have no idea when my father was going to have us marry or meet.. I'm just so glad that you're here."​
 
He looked at her and sighed softly and blushed. "Are you sure that is a good idea?" He asked knowing what would happen if her father should discover his real identiy. He then paused. "But how would you disguise me and how would we met and that type of thing?" He asked.
 
Arabella turned toward the window, placing a finger tip against her lips as she thought, with another hand upon her hip. "We'll have to dye your hair, or not, and have you grow a beard of some sort. Your face though will have to be slightly darkened, and possibly grow your hair out longer. It has been a while, and I truly do wonder if he will recognize you or not if we change your appearance by just that much." She then turned her head to Chris, her eyebrows quirked in question as she wondered what he thought.​
 
He looked at her and sighed softly and blushed. He nodded and sighed softly. "I will do everything for you." He replied and blushed. "But willl you help me become this new person?" He asked and sighed.
 
Arabella nodded simply. "Of course I will help you. I also have just the things." She said as she walked over to her desk and began digging through the drawers.​
 
He looked at her and sighed softly. "Alright." He replied and moaned. He wanted to love her and he wanted her so bad.
 
She took out some powdered charcoal and a darkening powder that was used usually against her pale face to make her darker if she wished. "We can darken your hair with the charcoal, though it will wash out with water. We can also use the bronzer to darken your face and make it seem like you come from the southern part of the country." Her eyes returned to his, and a smile grew upon her lips. The more she looked at him, the more she felt this was a wise choice, and that she wanted to actually be with him.​
 
He looked at her and nodded. "Once again thanks for helping me." He replied and blushed. Then looking at her smiled and sighed softly. He looked at her and sighed and blushed. He knew he would do anything to be with her. "That works for me." He replied and moaned.
 
Arabella nodded as she came over to him, and sat him down upon her bed. Then taking the bronzer, she rubbed her fingers into it before beginning to spread it about his face and neck. Her fingers were warm and soft as she touched him. A soft smile spread upon her lips as she touched his face, rubbing it in good enough so that it looked believable.​
 
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