C16: Chyanne

Now I've been to a lot of Kingdoms before, but none quite like the Ivory Kingdom.  It was among the richest in O'Leus.  The castle consisted of gold shrines, silver statues, and of course ivory.  The city had never been more alive, it's financials was at an all time high, the city had never been cleaner, there was no crime, and the princesses' wedding was upon us.

"Hurry now Chyanne, get up!"

"I'm up Mother, leave me so I can use my chamber pot in solidarity.  Princess Chyanne embodied the very definition of beauty for most men, and even a few women.  Her fair skin was light, soft, and supple.  She had long, flowing blonde hair that could reach her knees if her servants didn't tie it up.  Her eyes were hazel, unlike her parents who both had light blue eyes, she was different yet still beautiful.

"Come empty my chamber pots."

Her trio of servants rushed in, grabbed the pot and took it wherever you take chamber pots these days.  I still don't know where they dump the contents of those wretched pots, lets move on shall we, even the thought of it makes me weary.

Her servants returned and helped put on one of the many dresses, some say the princess only knows fancy dresses, nothing more. She wouldn't last a day where I'm from, sorry if I keep getting off topic, I always have trouble telling her story.

The princess was now dressed and walked down through many steps the castle had, seeing as how here room was high up, she always hated the climb down.  She arrived into the outside courtyard, in the gardens, where her and her parents always had breakfast.  This time her parents weren't alone, they were accompanied by someone.  She was thinking if this was the man her father had talked about, the man she had to marry.  The man she had to bear many sons for.  The man she would wait on hand and foot for.  The man she would grow old with.  The man she would inevitably die next too.  See, she was a heavy thinker, this was one feature she did not like about herself.  She would think for hours about the inevitable, life.  In this day and age, everyone was getting married.  Just as long as it's not two men or two women.  I've been told that's an abomination, but I never witnessed such behavior, so I am oblivious.

"Sweetheart, I would love to introduce you to someone, The Handsome Charmer!"  Her mother stated with an elongated smile on her face.  Sit down my dear, and have some fresh venison, you don't want to eat it chilled.  Chyanne's overly enthusiastic parents sat her down and introduced her to the handsome man.  The violinists played a wee bit louder than usual, to help set the mood.  Chyanne knew she been setup to marry this man, even though she had never met.

"Chyanne, your parents tell me you enjoy painting, I would love to watch you create sometime.  "  The Handsome Charmer desperately tried to initiate small talk with the princess, but she was obviously uninterested.  The man quickly noticed the princesses' distaste in him, and nudged the King with angst.

"Excuse me my dear, may I have a word," the King asked with a shallow smile on his face.  Chyanne followed the King deeper into the garden area.

You WILL marry this man, Chyanne!  That I know is true."  The King firmly grabbed his daughters hand to focus her attention on his bearded face.  Now, King George VI  wasn't a cruel man, he just wanted things his way.  And if that meant he had to get physical, then so be it.

"Father, I...."  The princess had nothing more to say, as she chose to nod her head in agreement, even though she didn't mean it.  The princesses' wrists turned red after her father let her go, and they casually walked back to the breakfast table, where they continued the introduction of the Handsome Charmer.

Now you may be asking why these people don't use his real name, and that's because his face and wit outweigh his innards.  Personally, I still don't know his real name, and I don't want to know.