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I think West is done. Unless you want me to add more. I can totally do that, too. |
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OKi! sry that took so long lol Aspen Walks through the lengthy corridor of the castle, running her hand along the intricet craftmanship of the pillers that support the high arching roof. She sent a small smile to those who passed, and a slight bow to her brother as he passed, hiding a smug look on her face as he lifted his chin, "Your suppost to be analizing the plan for the spring ball? How can you be wandering the halls at such a stressed time?" With a slight smirk I straighten and smooth my dress with the palms of my hands, looking up at him straight in the eye, mine filled with defyince and sass and his filled with disregard and annoyince, "Becouse I can actually have fun, unlike a certin somewone i know." I smirk and walk past him calmy as his face is mixed with rage and embaressment. I fight the urge to shove him infront of the maids. . I quickly pass him and head to the eastern courtyard, my favorite escape place as i settle beneath a peach tree, looking out at the gardners tending to the queens very favored roses. |
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(All good! Are you okay with me writing in 3rd person instead of 1st?) . The tall walls of the castle were imposing, towering above even the tallest building in the town surrounding the palace. The iron gates were almost even more so, but the vines creeping up the metal made it more friendly to look upon. Weston Sumner gripped his spear a little tighter and adjusted his sword in its sheath. He took a deep breath, annoyed at himself for being nervous. 'Come on, West. It's not that hard. It's just like any other job you've done.' But he knew it wasn't just like any other job. He was going to be the princess' personal bodyguard. That was a huge responsibility. Even the other soldiers in the royal soldier training academy were shocked to hear that West had been picked to guard the princess. West shook his head, ridding his mind of the anxiety that gripped it. He gulped, took another deep breath, and strode through the wrought-iron gate and into the palace. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
