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my three moods

Because if I’m actually fae, that’d be kinda badass, ngl. What’d be even more badass is if I was a fae princess.

I mean, I’ve always had a fondness for things like magic and fairies and unicorns; and I tend to be kind of a “head-in-the-clouds” dreamy kind of girl, so it might explain a lot. 

Oh yeah, and I happen to be autistic.

Fairy Crowns

Just As Strange As I Am on Etsy

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

[He started to leave, before stopping.]

[He makes a mental note- that man shouldn’t be trusted.]

Sorry again for both3ring you, I’|| b3 on my way.

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

[He started to leave, before stopping.]

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

Oh, the marquess is the head of one of the oldest families in the Queen’s court! He helps the princess run the country—

Yeah, he usually just likes to give servannts trouble.

Oh, more than just that! Remember Sheale? She swore up and down that he was handsy.

Margei, you believe anny rumor you hear. Sheale liked to be inn the cennter of attenntion.

...yeah?

,,,well,,,! ,,,the prince is wanting to open borders,,,isn’t he,,,?

,,,wh—why would they want war,,,?

[Otherwise, she’s afraid of what might happen to these servants.]

,,,wait— uh,

[beet. Red.]

i loOk forward to our arRangement.

-|3t m3 gu3ss, Marqu3ss |yssaq?

precisely.

-Rud3-

-dangerous-

-Th3 r3a| dang3r on this trip, y3s. But h3’s don3 nothing y3t.

has he not?

And th3 s3rvants? What do th3y say about him.

....

Jo|3n3?

the girl, minera. she doesn’t speak badly of him. but there are rumors.

and the princesS?

Po|it3, dip|omatic... I’m g|ad I’m d3a|ing with h3r and not th3 qu33n. Th3 on|y difficu|t part is d3a|ing with th3 afor3m3ntion3d Marqu3ss. And 3v3n that was mi|d annoyanc3.

goOd. we’re trying to prevent a war here.

[His jaw tightened before he forcibly relaxed.]

Goodnight, |ady Jo|3n3.

goOdnight, prince destal.

Oh shit.]

,,,y-y-yes, your—your highness,,,um,,,

[She attempts a bow, ignoring the throbbing in her arm.]

R-right, of cours3, I shou|dn’t hav3 snuck up on you |ik3 that, I’m sorry.

[Jolene wasn’t exaggerating about the soup thing.]

That bruis3 is in the shap3 of a handprint. I won’t t3|| anyone, but, if you want my advic3...

[He handed her something. A wood chip?]

She nodded and thanked him again.]

“because, if you don’t recalL, alternia is our sworn enemy, they won’t take kindly to a princesS from deorum. however, a prince from the island of diamond shores, however..”

His face flushed and he stared out the window. They’d even gotten his mother in on this, so if questioned, they had a solid alibi. Prince Destal of the Island of Diamond Shores sounded more regal than he felt. Still, arriving in the seafoam colored carriage, done up in the namesake jewel and the country’s native flower would help sell the story.

As the castle drew nearer, he felt at everything to make sure it was right. Nadaia- Jolene, now, he supposed- was already falling into the role she’d picked for herself, fixing one of the crystalline fake fins that adorned his ears. She looked like many of the servants back home- a flowing dress of pale yellow, her hair pulled back by a jeweled version of a carnation. No one would suspect a thing.

The door of the carriage was opened for them, and he stepped out, heart pounding. If they were caught, tensions would soar at best, and at worst…

Well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. Instead, the prince and his “servant” were led to the throne room, the first major step in their plan.

Oh, the marquess is the head of one of the oldest families in the Queen’s court! He helps the princess run the country—

Yeah, he usually just likes to give servannts trouble.

Oh, more than just that! Remember Sheale? She swore up and down that he was handsy.

Margei, you believe anny rumor you hear. Sheale liked to be inn the cennter of attenntion.

...yeah?

,,,well,,,! ,,,the prince is wanting to open borders,,,isn’t he,,,?

,,,wh—why would they want war,,,?

[Otherwise, she’s afraid of what might happen to these servants.]

,,,wait— uh,

[beet. Red.]

i loOk forward to our arRangement.

-|3t m3 gu3ss, Marqu3ss |yssaq?

precisely.

-Rud3-

-dangerous-

-Th3 r3a| dang3r on this trip, y3s. But h3’s don3 nothing y3t.

has he not?

And th3 s3rvants? What do th3y say about him.

....

Jo|3n3?

the girl, minera. she doesn’t speak badly of him. but there are rumors.

and the princesS?

Po|it3, dip|omatic... I’m g|ad I’m d3a|ing with h3r and not th3 qu33n. Th3 on|y difficu|t part is d3a|ing with th3 afor3m3ntion3d Marqu3ss. And 3v3n that was mi|d annoyanc3.

goOd. we’re trying to prevent a war here.

[His jaw tightened before he forcibly relaxed.]

Goodnight, |ady Jo|3n3.

goOdnight, prince destal.

Oh shit.]

,,,y-y-yes, your—your highness,,,um,,,

[She attempts a bow, ignoring the throbbing in her arm.]

R-right, of cours3, I shou|dn’t hav3 snuck up on you |ik3 that, I’m sorry.

[Jolene wasn’t exaggerating about the soup thing.]

That bruis3 is in the shap3 of a handprint. I won’t t3|| anyone, but, if you want my advic3...

[He handed her something. A wood chip?]

She nodded and thanked him again.]