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Region: Barbaria

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IC: As Vasco stepped onto the Palace plaza and saw Princess Aloara II standing before him, he sized her up with a quick glance. The cherry-blossom pink of her eyes, the pale skin, the snow-white hair—she was unlike anyone he had encountered before. When she removed her sunglasses and spoke, Vasco’s smirk barely concealed his amusement.

“Ah, well, I do aim to impress, Princess,” Vasco replied, a teasing edge in his voice. “Though it sounds like I have some expectations to meet, courtesy of your father.” He said while removing his sunglasses revealing his own unique eye colour - a pale lilac, a rarity even among Hedra’s purple eyed population.

As they walked through the palace gates and into the courtyard, Vasco’s eyes wandered across the grandeur of the palace—the gold pillars, the white marble, and the flags draped at every turn. But his attention soon returned to the princess beside him, intrigued by her composure and the faint mystery surrounding her.

When they reached the courtyard, Vasco sat, observing the vast gardens of flowers, vegetables, and fruits with a raised eyebrow. He accepted the tea from Elsa, noting with some surprise that it was his favorite. After a sip, he leaned back in his chair, glancing at Aloara.

“Gardening, you say?” he remarked, a smirk playing at his lips. “Didn’t take you for a gardener. I thought you’d be more the… embroidering or political type like other princesses. But I guess I was wrong or you are putting on a special show for your guest.” His eyes gleamed with playful mischief, though he was intrigued by her candidness.

He let the quiet settle before adding, more seriously, “It’s not every day I meet someone with an eye for beauty like this nor someone quite… unique I might say.I’m curious—what is it you hope to see from me, Princess? Also, I’m curious, what is this condition you speak of? Some form of albinism perhaps? Either that or you must be some vampire and that guard of yours is some type of Renfield.” He added joking.

Princess Aloara covers her mouth as she lets out a short, and rather girly giggle.

"...A vampire?" she sarcastically says to herself, "No, I have only inherited albinism on my mother's side. It was a rumour that our bloodline was cursed by a witch in the middle ages, but those sorts of stories can ruin a name, so my mother had everyone's tongue torn from their mouths, and then the rumours ceased."

A servant comes by and pours everyone a second cup of tea, "All of that is in the past, that's why I engage myself with understanding politics, so I can better understand how to one day help rule a rightful domain. I had just turned nine-teen this month, and I want to do something with my life than just sit around under my father's watchful eye...that is why he arranged this marriage is it not?"

Sovern and Hedra

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