Corruptionx3
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 27, 2009
Terepethia was a delightful kingdom, not too big, but it held some of the greatest history details and was one of about 5 surviving kingdoms from a world battle. The town was surrounded mostly by forest, so it wasn't exactly a well known area, but the small population was enough to make it sparkle amongst all others. The King was a great, noble man who was soon to be passing down the crown to his eldest child Lyra, she was 17 years old soon to turn 18, now that she was going to be put into much more power there were suspicions of the town's people and if they were assassins there to kidnap the new heir to the throne. The King had some of the best Knight's to be practically attached to Lyra, oh how she couldn't wait to meet her new lock down soldiers.
Lyra was very mature looking for age and since her Father requested a King to wed to his daughter she had many older men propose to her, but this wasn't the life she wanted. She didn't want an arranged marriage, she wished to fall in love and marry the man she truly and dearly loved, but her Father simply laughed at this foolish idea. Lyra was naturally a harmonious person and was at peace with everyone, she was a nature lover and sometimes wandered the town's center in disguise to smell the sweet bakeries, hear the laughter of the children and feel the silken petals from the floristrys. Of course if her Father new about this she'd be in dear, grave trouble.
Lyra had been woken at the usual time, 8:30am, dressed to perfection with her hair perked up with curls, but she thought a change for once and decided to let her hair flow loosely, and she was so fed up of the tight corsets and dresses she could barely see her feet in. She refused to let any of the woman do her make-up as last time she looked like a clown ready to perform in a rodeo show. She simply preferred a natural look. Once she was ready she hurried down to her Father's conference room to meet her new... Stalker. Even if they were there to protect her, she could never have any fun.
Lyra was very mature looking for age and since her Father requested a King to wed to his daughter she had many older men propose to her, but this wasn't the life she wanted. She didn't want an arranged marriage, she wished to fall in love and marry the man she truly and dearly loved, but her Father simply laughed at this foolish idea. Lyra was naturally a harmonious person and was at peace with everyone, she was a nature lover and sometimes wandered the town's center in disguise to smell the sweet bakeries, hear the laughter of the children and feel the silken petals from the floristrys. Of course if her Father new about this she'd be in dear, grave trouble.
Lyra had been woken at the usual time, 8:30am, dressed to perfection with her hair perked up with curls, but she thought a change for once and decided to let her hair flow loosely, and she was so fed up of the tight corsets and dresses she could barely see her feet in. She refused to let any of the woman do her make-up as last time she looked like a clown ready to perform in a rodeo show. She simply preferred a natural look. Once she was ready she hurried down to her Father's conference room to meet her new... Stalker. Even if they were there to protect her, she could never have any fun.