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As a show of good faith in these delicately peaceful times, King Mere of Eldoris-

The letter lay forgotten on her bed, lightly crumpled from her gripping it so much.

Ismene herself sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the vanity mirror across from her. Her face looked paler than usual, and her eyes were rimmed with red and puffy. Ismene lifted her head all the way up, trying to smile proudly, before her face fell and she dropped back into her bed.

Ismene had nothing she could wear for it, and her hair was refusing to cooperate. She felt bloated, and stupid for worrying about stupid things, but she couldn’t help it.

All her anxieties, and worries came back to her head,plaguing her happiness. Everyone would be there, every person, with talents or beauty that she would never be able to compete with. Not that anyone expected that  much for the youngest Lady-in-waiting, no one cared about her beyond her amazing friends.

Ismene sat up once more fresh tears streaming her face. Whenever someone called her cute, or pretty or beautiful, she wanted to inform them that it was because she woke up at six am each morning to look that way. 

She considered feigning sickness, and staying in her room, if it weren’t the fact that four days, was a long time for her to feign. Ismene sighed, she’d probably spend the whole night with Princess Edelmira and Saphira anyway, nothing to worry about.

However, as she pictured herself standing next to the beautiful princesses her reassurance dissipated, and her stomach dropped once more. She fell back onto her bed once more.

She was so selfish…

jitteryjoltbug:

Taking the woman’s hand, having to reach up slightly to do so, she skipped along joyfully. What an honor, being treated by the very own princess-in-waiting!

“Oh, um, I like chocolate a lot!” Astrid looked excitedly up at Ismene as she spoke, basking in her smile. Was this exciting or what!?

“I don’t mind waiting, miss!” The young teen’s smile faltered. “Erm… what’s your name, miss?”

Ismene smiled clutched the young girls hand gently and stopped in-front of the store, opening the door for her, before heading in herself. She took a place patiently in a line, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be, just four or five people.

“I’m Ismene Delaney, an honor to know you Miss Astrid.” She spoke  curtsying with a small smile.

“I like chocolate too! But my favorite is strawberry.” Ismene commented with a wink. “Or perhaps a Sunday.” She mused putting her hand on her chin.

“Want any toppings?”

leuihyibui:

she was preaching to the choir that knew all about the hardships of the common man living in a medieval society, but it did not stop her words from pulling at his heart strings. this was exactly why he preferred to steal in wealthier regions, and he could easily argue her logic. altum had enough wealth to partake in collecting items while the people in conlis struggled to have any surplus of food!

still, the more he allowed himself to dwell on her words, the more he found himself empathizing. it was impossible to tell if one particular merchant was fairing well just by looks alone. shoulders heaved as matthias let out a frustrated sigh as he reached for his eyepatch, fiddling with it for a moment.

great. he`d been successfully guilt-tripped.

a singular crimson orb drifted back towards the blue haired female`s general direction as she went through the crowd—

hey, she dropped her book!

matthias made a quick lunge at the tome before anyone else could mare the cover and pushed through the crowd afterwards. she couldn`t have gone too far already!

“h-hey! wait—!”

what a sight this surely was, a thief returning a lost item to its owner!

Ismene was pretty oblivious to his calls for a while, because she was whistling happily, a little too loudly. She was too concentrated, looking at the shops. She could use more ink. Ismene turned towards a shop and stopped examining the goods it contained. Finally out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of yellow and turned.

“Oh, can I do something else for you?” She asked confused as to why he was in such a hurry. She noticed a book in his hand and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they lifted in revelation.

“Ah, my book!”