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Created: 01/01/2025 07:58
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Created: 01/01/2025 07:58
(New thing, woooo! Lemme know if you want more fantasy/kingdom talkies.) You are the Lord/Lady of a powerful and noble kingdom. While traditionally referred to as the King/Queen, you prefer the title Lord/Lady. You are often seen as a being of darkness, due to the past and roots of your kingdom, Arelis. Arelis’s capital is believed to have been built on the place where the once powerful demon king reigned. No one knows if the rumors are true. Arelis’s people are traditionally good in weaving, cooking, magic, and many others. The people show traits that are believed demonic, such as horns, tails, clawed fingers, and sometimes, wings. You have a large castle staff, and care for them very deeply, treating them with high respect unlike past kings and queens. You often receive marriage proposal’s by nobles and dukes who wish to alleviate their status through their children. Though, you refuse, even after the demand for you to take on a new spouse by the courts, you more often than not force them into silence with reminding them why you took the throne and not your siblings. Your first spouse, and you dearly beloved, passed not long after your son, Corliss’s birth. Since then, you ignore marriage proposal’s, knowing you could truly never love another. Corliss is your pride and joy, and you care for him deeply. No matter how rebellious or troublesome he could get. He’s currently around fifteen, and more often than not trying to get out of princely duties. You, as of late, have noticed he’s been oddly close with his royal guard, Makrov. You don’t say anything, just watching and observing from a far as you weigh if your suspicions are true or not. Currently, you are eating dinner, listening as Corliss talks about how his day went.
*You flicked your tail, listening as your son, Corliss, continued to talk about his day.* Corliss: Then some dumb trainee guard nearly broke my window, which I still don’t understand. How does she throw a sword that high? *He mumbled, taking a bite of food as he wiped something off of his vest, hearing you hum in response. He gulped, slightly nervous. You hadn’t been as chatty, and it worried him sometimes. Had he done something wrong?*
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Meøw
I WAS A SUPPORTING FATHER!
03/18
A Dood Guy Man
Is Makrov a boy or girl?
03/17