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Merry Crisis Vacation Time! Adventures of Elliott Demo Later! #NEWPLAYERSWELCOMED #NOBACKSEATING #NOSPOILERS - seriahime on Twitch

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The Princess had been scaring everyone in the room for the past three hours. Princess Ofeliya had been… An interesting guest at the Chateau. Her title became more of a nickname, and people kept forgetting that all the way over in Varan, her sister was ruling a third of the country. She was just so… Strange, at worst. Vibrant. Walking sunshine. Eccentric. Alive, to use the most apt wording.
She had fit in flawlessly with the nobles who were holidaying in the city, as the rest took their families and slunk to the countryside. Ofe, as others called her, blended in seamlessly, only abstaining from alcohol and indulging in everything else. Hell, people treated the baby in her rounded belly as another member of the party, imploring her to drink sweet things and indulge in treats, just for the child. She floated around, not looking like most women burdened with child at all. Floaty, wearing improper, thin dresses that seemed more like undergarments. But no one cared. Servants stared straight ahead, in the Gallian fashion, her friends adored her openly, being a breath of fresh air after season of the same stifled propriety of the summer crowd. Even better, Ofeliya's lover wrote letters. Lots and lots. This crowd of unmarried, married with lovers, married with comfy chairs facing the bed, were all hungry for delicious gossip, affairs and darling little stories of young people making bad decisions. The Princess never shared who sent these sweet words that made her blush and laugh and bite her plush bottom lip. But she shared some of the words. And, oh, what words they were.
Yes, she had been a darling for all the months that she was supposed to be "lying in", her seclusion period having supposed to include sitting quietly and resting. Not happily taking bets on which month would her baby finally pop out.
But currently? She was terrifying. Her sweetness had obfuscated what would have normally put them on edge with any other noble from Varan.
All those damn Witches.
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View attachment 38585The Princess had been scaring everyone in the room for the past three hours. Princess Ofeliya had been… An interesting guest at the Chateau. Her title became more of a nickname, and people kept forgetting that all the way over in Varan, her sister was ruling a third of the country. She was just so… Strange, at worst. Vibrant. Walking sunshine. Eccentric. Alive, to use the most apt wording.
She had fit in flawlessly with the nobles who were holidaying in the city, as the rest took their families and slunk to the countryside. Ofe, as others called her, blended in seamlessly, only abstaining from alcohol and indulging in everything else. Hell, people treated the baby in her rounded belly as another member of the party, imploring her to drink sweet things and indulge in treats, just for the child. She floated around, not looking like most women burdened with child at all. Floaty, wearing improper, thin dresses that seemed more like undergarments. But no one cared. Servants stared straight ahead, in the Gallian fashion, her friends adored her openly, being a breath of fresh air after season of the same stifled propriety of the summer crowd. Even better, Ofeliya's lover wrote letters. Lots and lots. This crowd of unmarried, married with lovers, married with comfy chairs facing the bed, were all hungry for delicious gossip, affairs and darling little stories of young people making bad decisions. The Princess never shared who sent these sweet words that made her blush and laugh and bite her plush bottom lip. But she shared some of the words. And, oh, what words they were.
Yes, she had been a darling for all the months that she was supposed to be "lying in", her seclusion period having supposed to include sitting quietly and resting. Not happily taking bets on which month would her baby finally pop out.
But currently? She was terrifying. Her sweetness had obfuscated what would have normally put them on edge with any other noble from Varan.
All those damn Witches.
consequat. Aenean eu elit ut nunc convallis laoreet non ut libero. Suspendisse interdum placerat risus vel ornare. Donec vehicula, turpis sed consectetur ullamcorper, ante nunc egestas quam, ultricies adipiscing velit enim at nunc. Aenean id diam neque. Praesent ut lacus sed justo viverra fermentum et ut sem. Fusce convallis gravida