forum "if you've get a secret, you should keep it, pray its never found." Group rp

Started October 07, 2021 by @imJUSTasillylittleguy group

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(lol, do they serve the royal family or the noble family?)

(whichever one has less ig)

Name: King Edric II of Great Britain and Ireland
Nickname: The Odd King Ed (By people who don't like him)
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Role(explain deep as ya can): As King, he is in control of all major economic and geo-political movements done by the British Empire
Height: A whopping 5'4
Weight: 155 lbs
Personality: A major partier, he's always in the mood for a ball or a gala. He's not uptight about many things, and he doesn't really treat the servants badly, he just lets them do whatever they want. This changes when he's drunk (a majority of the time). He treats the help as if they were dogs when he's drunk, forcing them to overwork and putting cruel punishments on them if they don't. He's not very smart, but he sure knows how to write a letter (and speeches), convincing people to do rather unthinkable things with his persuasive words (like marrying him)
Backstory: Named after his grandfather, Edric was raised by his two VERY strict parents. Being raised this way, he naturally grew very detached to this royal lifestyle, making himself a sort of wildcard. He had two older brothers, but they both died fighting wars, which meant he had to bear the responsibility of the whole kingdom. So he looked for a wife immediately, eyes landing on Lady Montgomery, the prettiest AND most intelligent woman in his court. He chose her because she would give him a good image, and we all know that when the king asks for your hand in marriage, you can't really say no. When she gave birth to his son, he finally began to let go of ALL his responsibilities, knowing that he would have an heir to INHERIT his problems.
Looks(photo or desc): Though short and stout, he looks very regal and refined, surprisingly, he didn't have a lot of wrinkles either. His white-blonde hair almost always styled into a Bedford crop, with his sideburns extending downwards onto his cheeks, though he shaved the rest of his facial hair. He has big, harsh blue eyes, which contrast from his slightly distended, soft middle. THough a little chubby, he also had a lot of muscle in his arms, making for a good posture and form. He was extremely pale, except for his pink, almost red lips. He wears garter robes or his regal attire for political situations, though for parties, he generally wears the usual vest, tailcoat and pantaloons, only in the royal colors; maroon and royal blue.
Secret: He's incredibly daft, almost all of his good political and economic decisions are orchestrated by his wife. All he ever wanted was an heir, and now he has a son, so he doesn't care. He's unfit to rule.

Edward was pacing the far corners of the library, the section of the library that was so deep that only the scholars would dare reside, and usually they weren't even around enough to care about what a son of a noble family was doing there mid afternoon, he could be studying some olden folk story's, or some history of the captial and the queen and king.
He was pacing because…well he was waiting for a meeting with someone, someone very important and someone extremely special to him.
He had casually dismissed every maid and butler, every servant that had come to stumble upon him and was sent to check on him.
It was well past afternoon tea, and around finishing up a lunch break, and he didn't know how much longer he would have left to wait for her.
Where could she be..?
He stopped in his pace, smoothing his hair back on his head, and smoothing out his clothing as he took a deep breath.
It's fine..she will be here, she's never missed a time..
He still couldn't help but look around with a a slight frantic look around the corner of the book shelf, seeing nobody he retreated back to the small corner desk.
Meanwhile on the other side of the palace, in the palace gardens, the queen's daughter was fancying herself with her newest book, the one she had been wanting to read for the longest time, and she had already finished all her duty's for the day.
She breathed in the smell of flowers, and exhaled out a breath, she had always even fond of the outdoors, and even if she wasn't allowed to explore much outside the palace walls she found solace in being able to go to the gardens without need of any platoon of soldiers that hung over her shoulder everywhere she went.
It was nice.
The calm
The quiet.
The flowers and the leaves falling from the trees as it slowly turned to fall season.
She just hoped it wouldn't get cold really soon, as she didn't have many winter garmets as she would like. Plus she wasn't allowed to go outside as much for risk of getting sick.
Sometimes the palace felt suffocating huge.

Meanwhile, Albion was busy trying to slip his own guards. Since he tended to cause problems and/or get himself hurt due to his carelessness, he was typically monitored while he was wandering around the palace grounds, but he was sick of always being followed. The guards were obnoxious and didn't let him do anything he wanted to do. So, naturally, he bolted. While the guards chased him, he ducked into a hiding place and then slipped outside once the guards were out of sight.
Once he made it outside, he spotted his elder sister reading something outside, which reminded him of the books he was supposed to be reading. He pushed the thought aside, not willing to be bothered by it at the moment. Where should I go? He wondered to himself, glancing around to make sure he wasn't seen. I guess I should go somewhere in not normally allowed to go. Where's the fun in going somewhere I can go anyway? With a decisive nod, he was off. He offered a brief wave to his sister as he ran past her, making his way to the stables. He admired the grand horses his family owned, immediately moving towards the largest, most impressive stallion that the stables housed. It was notoriously stubborn, and Albion knew for a fact that he was meant to leave this horse alone. This, of course, only made him want to ride it more. He opened the stall and approached the horse from behind, gently touching it once he was close enough only to immediately be kicked back out. He tumbled backwards out onto the floor, clutching his stomach and gasping for breath. The horse whinnied and snorted, clearly annoyed at the boy's attempt, but thankfully didn't leave its stall for the time being.

She looked up to see her little brother passing by her with a wave and she offered a smile and a wave back getting back to reading, before realizing he was going to the stables.
She quickly moved to save her place, setting her book down gently and making her way over to the stables where her brother was, watching as the horse made him tumble, holding his stomach. She moved towards him and offered him a hand up,
"ditched your guards again?" She raised a brow at him, knowing he supposed to have a bunch of guards with him because he was the heir to the throne, even though he was so much younger then her.
She didn't mind not being the heir, she didn't want to rule in the slightest.

"Mmmmnhh…" Albion looked up at her and hesitated before reluctantly accepting her help to get up. He was visibly trembling and wouldn't move his hand from where he'd been kicked. It hurt a lot, and he suspected that it was bleeding. "Y-Yeah… I'm sure that they're searching for me." He was hunched over a bit with pain, and his breathing was pretty shallow. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he shuffled forward to close the stall so that the horse wouldn't escape. He definitely didn't want to deal with the repercussions of that. "It's dreadfully boring with them tailing me every hour of the day. I suppose that's to prevent me from doing this sort of thing…" He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the stall door, still holding his stomach.

He moved to help him up, noticing the almost trembling position he was in as he was holding his stomach and she sighed, "This is why you have a bunch of guards to watch you all the time, mom and dad are afraid one day you might do something to get you badly hurt and they don't want to risk anything happening to the heir to our kingdom."
She watched him making sure to stay close to him, "you know you could try and talk to them, befriend them maybe." She shrugged as she moved to stay crouched next to him, "Just a suggestion, but it could be a good one."
Another reason she was glad she wasn't the Heir to the throne, she would hate the limited freedom that came with it.
Though she wouldn't mind having her parents doddle after her and care for her in a special way they didn't to the rest of the siblings.
Then again they didn't seem like they did that much period.
She felt bad for Albion, being so young and yet so restricted.