Luneiya
Character Development & Romance
- Joined
- May 4, 2023
Crown Princess Isadora Justinia Marietta Alaisse of Carleone was nothing if not poised, the perfect princess. The only one who typically saw her in other states was her loyal knight, who now had the pleasure of listening to her tirade as she paced across her well-appointed chambers.
"Do they not realize that closing that trade route will only antagonize the dwarves further? How is the Gladefall Triumverate meant to promote peace if we're not treating our neighbors with the same trust we'd wish to receive?" She gesticulated wildly, a far cry from her polite smiles and well-mannered arguments in the council chambers. She was the crown princess, but still, it seemed she would be overruled. Her dark eyes flashed angrily, facing off against some unseen foe. (It was Councilman Anthers. It was always Councilman Anthers.)
The princess was pale of skin and dark of hair, like her mother before her. The late Queen Marietta Justinia Angielle Alaisse was much beloved in the Kingdom of Alliador, and both the people and their king, Isadora's father, took the loss harshly. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so Isadora never knew the great woman others so loved to compare her to. She would've liked to, though...
It had been a long day; the princess was still dressed in her formal attire from the council meeting. Her long straight hair was piled atop her head in an elegant updo, though she looked anything but composed now. Her lady in waiting really did a masterful job keeping Isadora's hair in place- somehow. Probably hearth magic. Isadora was a bit known for getting into situations a princess probably shouldn't: helping chase down a runaway horse and rider, participating in games in the village to boost morale, even managing to protect herself and her lady in waiting from an assassination attempt as her knight drove off the attackers. She was going to give her father a heart attack one of these days.
"Do they not realize that closing that trade route will only antagonize the dwarves further? How is the Gladefall Triumverate meant to promote peace if we're not treating our neighbors with the same trust we'd wish to receive?" She gesticulated wildly, a far cry from her polite smiles and well-mannered arguments in the council chambers. She was the crown princess, but still, it seemed she would be overruled. Her dark eyes flashed angrily, facing off against some unseen foe. (It was Councilman Anthers. It was always Councilman Anthers.)
The princess was pale of skin and dark of hair, like her mother before her. The late Queen Marietta Justinia Angielle Alaisse was much beloved in the Kingdom of Alliador, and both the people and their king, Isadora's father, took the loss harshly. Her mother had died giving birth to her, so Isadora never knew the great woman others so loved to compare her to. She would've liked to, though...
It had been a long day; the princess was still dressed in her formal attire from the council meeting. Her long straight hair was piled atop her head in an elegant updo, though she looked anything but composed now. Her lady in waiting really did a masterful job keeping Isadora's hair in place- somehow. Probably hearth magic. Isadora was a bit known for getting into situations a princess probably shouldn't: helping chase down a runaway horse and rider, participating in games in the village to boost morale, even managing to protect herself and her lady in waiting from an assassination attempt as her knight drove off the attackers. She was going to give her father a heart attack one of these days.