『There was once a boy who had a father, mother, and younger sister. They were twins, born under the shining moon on the sixteenth of August.
Having golden hair resembling his father's, eyes shimmering like rubellites whenever he smiled. Pinky promis...
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Jennette gulps, anxious as she watches the person in front of her curtsy. The brunette carries her luggage behind her, also having a different bag filled with books being attended by her maid.
"My name is Vivienne Callista, Princess. I am the maid appointed by the Prince, his Royal Highness, for the matter of your stay before you select your own."
Vivienne lowers her head, her posture undeniably perfect enough that Jennette is impressed. Her honey-colored locks were tied into a bun, some strands framing her pale face.
Jennette snaps out of her daze, flustered while lightly nodding her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you..." She mumbles, gesturing for Vivienne to raise her head.
The blue-eyed female complies, her back straight while patting her skirt. Vivienne had a blank face, making Jennette feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"Princess, please refrain from speaking formally to me. For I am but a mere maid," Vivienne reminds Jennette, her expression courteous.
Jennette nods, attempting to gather her courage. "Okay then," she responds, her tone more comfortable than earlier.
"Please follow me."
Vivienne motions with her hand, waiting for Jennette to follow before taking lead. Her black shoes tap on the marble floor, reticence encasing the three.
Jennette looks around the porcelain walls, her diamonds widening when she notices expensive red cloth covering some paintings. 'I'm shocked... Here I thought his Majesty would really send me to the lowest of Palaces,' the brunette thinks.
The walls adorned with silver embellishments stood out with the red clothes, a hint of gold peeking through. They were intricate details engraved in the porcelain—twirling and curving into flowers.
"What palace is this?" Jennette asks, jeweled blue eyes focused on the alluring scent of roses. "It's so... Pretty," she utters.
Vivienne smiles at her words. "This is the Amethyst Palace," the blue-eyed maid returns, motioning to the open side of the hallway. "This was requested by the First Princess for you, Second Princess. She even planted roses for the garden," she adds.
Jennette's heart had butterflies fluttering in them. Her lips formed into a silly grin, even when the brunette tried to contain it. Blush stains her cheeks; dahlias starting to bloom behind her.
"I should thank her then..." The brunette whispers under her breath, slightly giggling.
. . . . . . . . . .
"This is your room, Princess," Vivienne explains, pushing the dark oak doors.
It reveals an extravagant room, a canopy bed in the middle. The curtains were red, like before, having silver tassels instead of gold. Jennette can feel the fur carpet, the softness surprising her.
