Fancy_Brat
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Angela yawned softly as she sat up in bed, her eyes squinting a bit to adjust to the light coming from her window. She rubbed her eyes gently, spotting one of her assistants walking over to greet her. "Good morning Lady Angela. Did you sleep well?" Angela smiled brightly at her, turning to sit at the edge of the bed. "Yes of course. Is there any word from my father?" "His Majesty has requested that after you have cleaned up, you are to report to the throne room. You know..." Angela nodded her head slightly as she stepped out of bed. "Yes yes. I'm well-aware. This war has gone on for too long..." she muttered, being led out for her bath. Angela was the daughter of the King Alastor, and a mage-in-training. She had been studying magic for a few months now, though she still didn't have a strong hold on it. In fact, she was usually destroying something unintentionally.
Her bath did not take long, and soon she was being escorted once more to the throne room, clothed in a new st of clothes. She had a long white hooded robe over her head, partially hiding her long brown hair and emerald green eyes. Below, she wore a long black skirt, still easy to move in though, and didn't show off too much. She had a large tome held tightly against her waist as she walked. It contained numerous spells she had been learning, though she was still studying. Soon, they had entered the throne room, kneeling slightly in front of her father.
Her bath did not take long, and soon she was being escorted once more to the throne room, clothed in a new st of clothes. She had a long white hooded robe over her head, partially hiding her long brown hair and emerald green eyes. Below, she wore a long black skirt, still easy to move in though, and didn't show off too much. She had a large tome held tightly against her waist as she walked. It contained numerous spells she had been learning, though she was still studying. Soon, they had entered the throne room, kneeling slightly in front of her father.