Here's the concept:
A prince(ss) has been betrothed to the prince(ss)of the neighboring country and these royal children absolutely despise each other. Unfortunately, their parents need this alliance and they are forced to get married and then honeymoon (are forced to get along together) in a secluded country manor. Things do not go well from there. Or do they? Yup, the two fall in love, because reasons.
Credit for the idea goes to othyrword, rules and template are below.
Rules:
Rated: A little mature, will contain more mature themes, and if things kick off, we'll either timeskip or take to the lovely realm of PM/DM.
LGBTQIA+ is fine by me, but since this is medieval, it'll be more likely a straight couple than not, statistically. However, I will not crush your hopes and dreams, we'll figure out what kind of relationship it is later.
No Mary Sues, please!
All andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s other rules
Have fun!
Template:
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Ooo this would be fun to do.
Fantastic! Sorry about the late reply.
Nah, you're fine. You can pick the gender you prefer and I'll do the opposite.
Well, this can be a homosexual romance of you want? Although since it's medieval times, it would have a statistically higher chance of being heterosexual. I just pointed that out if we wanted to be more historically accurate, but it can be whatever.
Okay, I'll just make my character and you can make yours, and we'll make it work, I suppose?
(Yup. Do you prefer it be non-straight?)
I can do whatever works for you.
Name: Lydia-Jabe (Typically referred to as Lydia though) of clan Bloodriver
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Vampire
Personality: INTP-A
Appearance: 5' 3", with long, jet black hair, icy blue eyes, and a very pale skin tone, as well as elongated canines like fangs, slender, high cheekbones. She has slightly furry ears like that of a bat's, and when needed can sprout wings to fly herself places.
Other: Although most vampires stereotypically can't go out into the sun, Lydia is perfectly capable of that. She simply gets sunburn more easily because of her paler complexion. However, she can drink blood (Although it's normally cow or sheep's blood, never a sentient beings's) and turn into a large bat, as well as being incredibly strong and agile.
(Same here, so please pick aha)
Maybe just make a character? I dunno, that isn't much help, I feel you, but just work out the basics and then assign a gender to them? I dunno, that's probably not helping much, sorry.
Name: Destiny Alston of Clan Everchange
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Shapeshifter
Personality: INFJ
Appearance: 5'6 with shoulder length dreadlocks, a skinny form with darker colored skin, and golden colored eyes
Other: She can only hold a form for around an hour or so.
Fantabulous character! Are we ready to start?
Do you want to or shall I?
(Okay!)
Lydia was stalking her soon-to-be wife. She knew the very idea was mad, but she was watching from afar, seeing how she was taking their engagement. Lydia's Aunt Kuna, a member of her clan's court, was busy bombarding Destiny with topics of politics and other royal bore. Destiny seemed like she'd rather jump into a pit of lions than contemplate tax reform. Snickering at her high dither, Lydia took some pity on her and walked over, wrapping an arm around the Destiny:s waist. “I believe my betrothed would rather tend to our political responsibilities after all of this is settled,” Lydia said politely enough, but with the sort of steeliness that Kuna couldn’t easily pass off as a mere suggestion. “I’d like a private word with her, if you don’t mind.”
Kuna, a woman with dark hair like Lydia's, but silver eyes and a nose ring, raised an eyebrow at her curt, obvious dismissal, but something amused played at the right corner of her lip. Smothering a snicker, she retreated over to where the other guests were raiding the piles of puff pastries, which some wit had dyed in the bright colors of the happy couples’ clan’s traditional colors. It looked like a mound of trampled Mardi Gras streamers had been clumped unappetizingly on a plate. The organizers of this happy event seemed to lack Lydia's skill in basic decoration. "So, dearest, how are you feeling about all this?" Lydia asked, polite to the point of being obnoxious.
(Sorry, was at a party)
Destiny felt a bit relieved at being dragged away from the boring conversation of politics. She would in fact rather be torn apart in a lion's den. It was quite difficult to keep a glare from crossing her features. Not only did she have no choice in the matter, but from day one, her parents knew this day would come. Her name wasn't "Destiny" for nothing. In any other circumstance it might be something quite unique, but her name literally inforced the fact that her life was planned out. And it was something she was clearly not happy with. Her fiance was dressed in her usual house colors, as was she herself in a ravishing green gown. She hated the blasted thing.
The decorations seemed sloppy, food unappetizing, and people ignorant to the fact that neither woman was happy. Goodness, Lydia's tone was so sickeningly sweet she felt she might hurl.
"How do you think I feel?" the princess grumbled. Sure, her soon to be bride wasn't ugly, far from it really.
"Actually don't answer that. Look, you know as much as I do that this sucks. I bet you're swell to be around, but I'm not particularly excited to be married," she finished with a sigh.
"I can't believe our parents did this to us, in all honesty." Lydia ranted. "Well, I mean, on second thought, I can. While your father would sign anything put in front of him and mine was pitifully submissive to Mama, as far as I know, your mother would never have consented normally. Actually, Mama probably talked yours into it. Or won a bet. Or they got drunk and thought it’d be hilarious. Those two should never have been allowed to befriend each other.” Lydia said, almost mournfully. There was no one more devious than That Woman. She’d probably planned this while she and Destiny were children and cheerfully neglected to tell her for years, probably because Lydia’d missed more Mother’s Days than either of them could count. Hers was a family that believed in vengeance as a positive virtue.
Destiny glared at Lydia when she accused her father right off the bat, but her anger settled the more sad the other woman's tone became. "It doesn't matter how it happened. This is what's happening unfortunately," she responded, nearly matching the other's tone. Both seemed to be equally furious and upset at once.
"Listen, I don't like this as much as you, but we'll make it work out. I hope. Alright, let's just try and get through the ceremony, and see how it goes from there. If you want to leave, I won't stop you." Lydia said. She, however, was mildly surprised, and slightly appalled with herself, to note that of its own volition her hand had migrated to Destiny’s hip, and Lydia's thumb was tracing little circles in the fabric of her betrothed's wedding gown. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to remove the offending hand. "As I said, we'll make this work out. You don't have to worry, I really couldn't care less about this annoying, highly far-fetched matchmaking scheme. Besides, we won't even have to so much as talk with each other, let alone do…. er….. married things together when it's over, save formal events or public appearances." she pointed out hopefully, reassuring herself more than anything.
