It was a beautiful day in the palace gardens, the bushed and flowers blooming full force, causing a sight of delicate blossoms and watery eyes as the pollen floated around aimlessly through the air, constricting the airways of seemingly everyone on the grounds. the Prince decided it was a good time to take a casual stroll through the gardens. He breathed in the scents of man-made nature, he had a long, long day ahead of him.
The Princes name was Rowan Crewe, and he was a very wanted man. He had recently turned eighteen, and was to be married off as soon as a suitable bride was found. His parents, King Hadrion and Queen Anastas had decided that having his sister, Cedany, wed off to some King, that it was his time to find a bride and take the throne. Today was the day he had to meet three of his choices. He had to pick from the women like picking the right cut of meat from the butcher. Rowan simply loathed the idea and hoped for a day where a man and a woman could find each other, fall in love, and be married. He didn't know love. Nobody in any royal family knew love. It was all "betrothed this and betrothed that". Everything and everyone had an itinerary that must be followed. His itinerary is to find a wife from a family know for producing little baby boys. The Princess Jacquelyn was the first choice in this matter. But Rowan thought her to be a raving b***h, and an ugly one at that.
"I'll be damned if I marry that caniving woman." he told his father, quite boldly. That situation hadn't turned out as well as he had hoped, really. But Rowan pulled his thoughts from Jacquelyn, and thought of whom he wanted to marry. Nobody really came into mind, and this was upsetting. I have got no one...no one, that even comes to mind when I think of who I want to marry. That's depressing. were his thoughts as he leaned over and ran his fingertips over the petals of a large, luscious red rose.
Rowan Crewe sighed and looked up, meeting the eyes of a few of the servant women that were tending to the garden. He wondered if they were married, and to whom. Shrugging off the foreboding feeling he had about marriage his...suitorettes. I'll get past it. he thought And I'll rule the kingdom of Crewe. Rowan smiled as he turned and strode back into the palace from the gardens. Off to meet the first of many. Returning back to the mess of grinding gears that his life was. A tightly wound clock day in, day out, performing perfectly and never failing the system. Maybe it'd be nice, he thought, to let the cogs run slower, loosen the belt and kick off the shoes. Have some fun, fall in love, forget about responsibility.
But, he couldn't. He was the Prince. And he needed a Bride.
[[okay, it's not good at all, but I felt like having a royal role play. If you respond, be LITERATE. You don't have to be a princess, be a maid, servant, a regular lady, a baker, i don't care. You can be anyone you want, I wouldn't mind a princess but maybe you could play the princess pining for the prince and the woman the prince actually falls in love with? Have a little drama sprinkled in? Whatever floats your boat--just respond!]] /
