♛ May I have this dance?

Resilient Dancer:

     “Oh my, has it really been that long, lady Camilla?” Lazward questioned with a small smile on his face, inwardly congratulating himself for a job well done. He hadn’t messed up yet, and he was going to dance with one of the princesses of Nohr, his master’s very own sister! He was impressed with himself, honestly, as he gratefully intertwined his hand with hers. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

      He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to teach the woman how to dance, but he supposed that maybe he’ll lead her along. That was what all of the cool guys in those cheesy romance novels said, right? ‘Follow my lead’ or something like that. Without his own knowledge, the mercenary found himself saying just that. “Follow my lead, okay?”

_{A light snort came out of her due to the cliché remark;
not exactly the most attractive thing she could have
done, but one that couldn’t be helped. Such words would have
sounded unnatural coming from anyone but Lazward. 
Her sharp hands entwined with his own, allowing herself
to be guided by the dancer.}

      _{⎡You’ll have to forgive me if I happen to step on your
          feet, dear.⎦}

_{With that, the lady let the man guide her, the purple locks
flowing behind her as their bodies, still slightly
rigid and uncertain, moved in almost perfect sync. It had 
been some time since the princess had felt so…carefree;
the scenery behind the man became a blur, a distant
place of constant worries, where fatigue became a
loyal “companion”. With each turn, her heart leaped
with joy, each mistake induced a fit of laughter; the
kind of laughter where you’d dip your head backwards,
eyes would close, and your shoulder would slightly
scrunch upwards. The empty hallways and grandiose rooms
became detached from the initial feeling of isolation,
now they appeared to have more life. Perhaps it was
just her euphoric-like state at the moment, but their
laughter and goofy waltz filled the room with an aura
of warmth that one couldn’t describe.} 

_{Camilla might have misjudged her brother’s subordinate;
he was very good at what he did. His charming character
resonated through his cheeky movements, and sudden 
dips. Surely, there was more to him than what she had
originally thought; mentally scolding herself for judging him
so poorly, she brought their dance to a slow pause, her
arm around his neck.}

      _{⎡I’m curious about you, Lazward. Who taught you how
          to dance this way?⎦}

Favourite Sister:

         As she receives her sister’s evident favor for the dress, do feet spin, as the dress’ skirt spin along like a carousel before coming to a pause as lips let out a single chuckle.

         ❝ Thank you, Sister! Why don’t you try something on? I’m sure anything would look good on you. After all, you are beautiful. ❞

_{The girl’s adorable comment prompted a deathly
hug from her big sister. She held her small sister
as her gaze focused on the mirror before them. 
Gently, she cupped the girls cheeks, squishing them.}

      _{⎡Today is all about you, my sweetest! I want to
          see you shine! I noticed a few cute night time
          dresses near the entrance, you definitely need
          something for the evening! ⎦}

♛ Young Merchant

Cute Merchant:

Business was slow that afternoon, unusual especially since the square was as crowded as it was. Anna tried not to show it, but she was getting desperate. She had a quota to meet, after all, and her suppliers wouldn’t be happy if she couldn’t pay them back.

Anna was about to lose hope when suddenly, a figure appeared in the crowd. The redhead’s mouth went dry as she watched the other woman saunter closer- was she even human, or a goddess?- with wide eyes. It took her a moment to react when the woman reached her and spoke, star-struck as she was. But when her brain finally caught up a few moments later, her jaw snapped close with a ‘click’ (when had it dropped?) and she looked around frantically.

“U-um, yes, well, I have just about everything, ma’am!” Anna smiled brightly through the dark blush on her face. “What are you interested in?”

_{Camilla giggled at the girl’s obvious flustered
face. It was quite endearing to see such a cute
reaction!The woman further leaned down to examine
the items the little lady had to offer. She really
wasn’t planning on buying anything today, but 
spending money wasn’t an issue to her, after all.
Besides, many merchants had it quite tough; not
many are willing to spend money mindlessly.} 

      _{⎡Say…you do not perhaps sell small and sharp weapons?
          Something easy to hide; quick to cut, and easy to 
          clean?⎦}

_{Her words came out shadier than she had hoped,
then again no one really knew what lady Camilla
occupied herself with while not on duty. Perhaps,
it was simply the way her words came out: soft, rich,
and mysterious. Hopefully, the merchant wouldn’t run
away.} 

♛ Jealousy.

Stern Brother with a Heart of Gold:

||~|| “I’m often envious that everyone likes you more than me. That people come to you for their problems, that you’ve always been the favorite child. No matter how hard I work, or how much I struggle, people never see that and instead the second you flip your hair everyone comes running. I’m guilty of this, and sometimes, in pure rage I’ve thought of how much I wanted to end you, and take your place as being so perfect, in every way………But then I would feel guilty afterwards. Thinking of that? Think of even hurting you? I make myself sick, even now I regret such thoughts. I may be jealous sometimes, but my pride is stronger than that. And I’m always proud of you Camilla. I’m proud that you grew up into such a fine woman, and proud of your strength, your beauty, you’re my precious little sister. And all I want is for you to be happy,”

      _{⎡Huhu…I see, brother.⎦}

_{She twirled the now cold tea with a golden spoon,
tiny and fragile in its shape. Her eyes remained on 
the spinning vortex inside the beverage, a soft
voice spoke to the man.}

      _{⎡I must admit…I too am envious of how seriously
         people take you; all your accomplishments
         are never second guessed…never doubted.
         Brother, did you know the many ways of calling 
         someone a whore? I myself have heard around ten.
         Very creative, if I do say so myself. I, also, admire
         your strength; your willpower to push is marvelous. 
         But, physically I must say I will beat you any day!⎦}

_{The princess laughed, a hint of sadness lingered in
her rich voice. She stood up from the wooden chair,
making her to the man leaning against the table. 
Her arms wrapped around his neck, sunken eyes
staring into his own stern ones.}

       _{⎡Brother, you are far too smart and…precious, to 
          be so envious of a woman like me. Father has
          always liked you the most, you are destined
          to do great things in the future. For the kingdom,
          for its people, and for yourself. If I were to ever die,
          if by your blade, it’d be an honour.⎦}

_{Standing on her toes, she placed a gentle kiss on his
rugged cheeks, ruffling the man’s hair as if he were
the younger sibling.} 

_{Darling Brother}

_{[source] but shhhh kamui has black hair now. ha ha. ha ha a.}

_{Send me Nudes Pictures!}

       _{⎡K-Kamui…! What are you trying to do to your big sister…?⎦}

_Muscles:

_{//-just gonna leave this here-}

_{you need me, I’ll be in the trash a;sdlfjka;dfglj//}

_{Send me Nudes Pictures!}

      _{⎡Hug me with your strong arms, please.⎦}

_{Harold submitted}

_{Send me Nudes Pictures!}

      _{⎡………………………..
         May I touch your abs?⎦}

_El:

_{oops i am not sorry}

_{Send me Nudes Pictures!}

      _{⎡Oho…I really like strong women. ⎦}

_{Cute Merchant}

_{weeps because there arent any good pictures of anna}

also weeps because i am sinful trash here have bathingsuit anna

_{Send me Nudes Pictures!}

      _{⎡My…you look too young to be giving me these thoughts. ⎦}

♛ loose strands.

Handsome Eldest Brother:

THE TRIP TO the kitchen was made so that his own maids would rest; after all, they were awake for more than twelve hours and he was a grown man, he could make tea perfectly fine by himself. Marx had too many things on his mind to properly pay attention to the darkened halls of the kingdom, all the strategies and plans and studies swirling in his head. As the first prince, his sword must be sharp but his mind SHARPER – it would not do if the ascendant knew nothing except blood.

PERHAPS HIS SKILLS were not as highly boasted by his father, dulled by somnus’ call to natural cycle of sleep as it was, and such the paladin is easily frightened by the grasp on his shoulder, tensing as he drops a cup and whirls to look at – his sister.

“CAMILLA…” He presses his lips thinner, banishing all thought of the rumored white woman walking the halls of the castle. No, those stories could scare a toddler. “Scared, no. Could you get a broom while I search for a dustpan? This is a mess we need to clean up.” It was, of course, Marx’s fault for getting so caught up in his mindscape that he couldn’t recognize his sister. The touch is a welcomed one, and he almost misses as he pulls away from it to take a dustpan that leaned on a counter not too far by. “HERE, make sure you don’t touch the edges… we might have to sentence glass to imprisonment by spilling royal blood.”

_{A laugh erupted from the woman’s throat, she
could not believe that the man of steel was so
startled by a simple children’s prank. The woman
most likely should not have laughed at him, as most
fear the prince of Nohr due to his rugged and intimidating
persona, but all she saw was a brother who used to
catch fireflies for his baby sister. Always very careful, 
caring, in his actions. That’s the sort of man she saw her
brother as. And he was no stranger to jokes as well!}

      _{⎡My deepest apologies, big brother. 
         I suppose I should be more careful, huhu.
         Is this not much more fun than straining your eyes?
         And you came to make tea too! How wonderful!
         I order you to have a cup or two with your lovely
         little sister.⎦}

_{Despite her teasing ways, she felt truly apologetic for
causing such trouble for her big brother at this hour. 
Quickly, she grabbed the cleaning utensils and
began helping the man clean up this sharp mess;
a comfortable silence fell upon them as the two
idly cleaned up. Marx truly worked himself too much
for Camilla’s liking; she believed that hard work and
perseverance made a good person, however her
dear brother would always take it too far. Perhaps it
was good for him to have someone such as Camilla.
He always reminded her to work harder, and she 
(hopefully) reminded him to relax from time to time.}