Mix Up | Closed RP
☾✾☽ “Now everything is set accordingly. You take the ride to this address and you harbor there. You do not leave the building no matter what during the daytime. If you must leave, leave at night. Your caretaker knows to keep you hidden in the basement unless if there's a dire need to do otherwise. So don't do anything foolish and keep your gloves on at all times. Understood?”
There was no reply, before the crowned male stood a feminine figure. Her head was turned away and the moonlight from the window gently illuminated the contours of her face. Her skin like porcelain, pale and appeared delicate like a doll's. As though to match this soft feature, her hair was a creamy, platinum blond and it was braided around her cranium as though to resemble a crown. The bangs lightly feathered just above her brows and beneath her near-white lashes, were a pair of sky blue eyes. They were downcast, as she stared at the floor, unwilling to look at the other before her.
At her side was a large suitcase and on top of it a duffle bag. The both were dazzled with crystals, all which were clear though placed in a majestic way as they flowered out on the magenta fabrics. Her attire was matching in the sense that her corset was woven with black lace tied down the center into a fine bow. The sleeves were loose and flared out at the elbows into an apex shape. Whereas from the waist down, the dress draped to her ankles. Upon her shoulders was a silken cowl with hood that trailed further down her backside into what most would consider a cape. The end it tailed out but was rounded off as it dragged upon the marble flooring. For shoes, she wore what appeared to be flats with a small heel. Twined and brimmed in gold, her attire was a mixture of black, magenta, and burgundy. Most importantly, her silken black gloves that were long enough to reach her mid-upper arm.
“Is that understood?!” The booming voice shook her from her thoughts but before she could speak, the world snapped to the side. A loud crack echoed off the walls of the castle's entrance. She held her position and didn't even a raise a hand to her stinging, reddening cheek. A back-handed slap had been painted on her face but she appeared to hold herself together. “You look at me when I'm speaking,” the following demand had her straighten up to face the crowned male.
“Yes, your grace. I understand,” she dipped her head apologetically with her fingers laced neatly in front of herself. When she looked back at him, she saw him rise with more certainty and despite what just happened, she felt the tiniest of a grin tug at the corner of her lips. She could tell whenever she made the proud and it was always rewarding in its own way.
“Now remember. Conceal--” “Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show,” the female was quick to cut in, syncing her voice with his momentarily before finishing off on her own.
There was another acknowledging nod from 'her grace' when bright headlights poured into the tall window panes. She looked over her shoulder, knowing that her ride had arrived. Looking back to the other, she stood still for a moment. She wanted to ask if she had to go, she wanted to plea to stay, to confine herself into her room which she believed was her sanctuary. But she knew if she did, she would displease her royal highness. The last thing she wanted to do was to upset her father upon her departure. With a little curtsy, she then turned for the doors and grabbed her luggage. As soon as she exited approached the doors, servants were already opening them and leading her to the expensive black coated vehicle.
Not a word was passed between her and the others. They kept their distance and she kept her silence. The ride was fairly long and she depended solely on her chauffeur to get her safely to her destination. Sleepiness evaded her, making the ride feel even longer. Her thoughts were buzzing and her nerves were on end. The last thing she wanted to do was separate entirely from her sister, although she secluded herself to her room, she still felt connected by being within the same walls. Now, all of that was being stripped away and the further they drove on, the more she saw how small everything was that once felt so enormous to her.
Right when she was growing tired the car came rumbling to a halt. Her assistants piled out of the car and opened up her door. With an uneasy breath, she rose and was given her bags. “Stay safe, Princess Eloise,” one of the guards spoke before entering the car once more. Eloise stood numbly before the building partially confused and bewildered at the sight. Her attention then shifted back to the vehicle and before she could state how awfully wrong this must be, her 'trusted' chauffeur was already driving off. “This can't be right...” she spoke to no one in particular but herself.
Standing on the sidewalk, she took a moment to rummage into her belongings of her bag. Pulling out a neatly folded slip of paper, she read the address aloud and glanced about. Certainly there had to be a sign that read the same numbers. Everything out here was strange. She didn't have any understanding of how the outside world really worked. Sure she had an idea but that was as far as it went. “Oh,” she noticed the plaque on the building and walked over to it with her luggage. Matching up the numbers, she frowned at the shabby sight. It looks as though she really had arrived at her destination. Hesitant, she curled her hand into a light fist before gently knocking on the door three times. She had to make herself at home at this place. She had to relax. Take a deep breath and remember, that everything was in order.
She could do this.
