first tea time

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Characters: lefttohisright, open to everyone~
Setting: Dorm room 2-07, hallways.
Format: I'll adapt to match.
Summary: Rilianne is utterly upset over finding herself locked up and collared like a lesser animal.
Warnings: TBA

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Dorm room 2-07

Well, this was new. No finery, no steward, no Allen. Rilianne huffed and tugged at the white body-hugging piece of cloth on her body, displeased with its strangeness. She was more used to large gowns and tight bodices, not this… pathetic thing.

After a bit of effort, she managed to pull the white thing off, leaving her naked and cold in the empty room. It was then that she noticed the collar around her neck, and, in a slight bit of panic, she screamed out for her servant-brother.

"Len!! Allen Abaddonia!! Where are you?!!"

Her voice echoed in the small room, but there was no reply from Len, who would usually rush to her side the moment she called for him. It was starting to scare her, this new, unknown place, but she would not falter. She is the queen of the Yellow Kingdom after all, and queens don't falter or show their weaknesses to the lesser people.

Huffing again, she sat back down, pulling a bedsheet (bah, cotton!) around her. It's almost close to tea time, and she's still undressed and wearing this strange, silly collar around her neck. Blasphemy!

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Hallways

The bedsheet wrapped around her person, Rilianne ventured forth outside of the small room she found herself in, frowning. This was totally ridiculous! Her, the esteemed queen of the Yellow Kingdom, now without clothing or a servant at her beck and call!

She called out to the nearest person she saw, one hand held out in a commanding posture, never mind that she's a tiny little thing wrapped in a white bedsheet.

"You there! Tell me, where is this place, and why am I, Queen Rilianne Lucifen d'Autriche, kept in here?"

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[trialbyaurum.livejournal.com]

Granted, he was not terribly familiar with this place just yet. But when he heard a very young female voice shout "You there!", the general agreement is that one should probably turn around and listen. So this is exactly what Marlon does. He is met with the visage of a little blondie with nothing but a bedsheet wrapped about her -- what -- who is introducing herself as Queen Rillianne Lucifen d'Autriche -- double what -- and demanding information of him.

It took Marlon a couple of moments to shove down the demand that she go get some proper clothes on. Because really, that was ridiculous... but he did vaguely remember her from somewhere. Which was interesting, because that somewhere happened to be a history book on the Yellow Kingdom he had left sitting in his library at home.

"I'm very sorry, but I cannot answer you that," he said. "I don't even know where we are myself."

[lefttohisright.livejournal.com]

She huffed, then blushed when she realised who she was talking to, tightening the bedsheet around her self-consciously. He looked like the Blue Prince she fell in love with; could it be fate that brought them together again, this time without the Girl in Green?

"A-ah, so we're both lost?" she whispered, lowering her head.

[trialbyaurum.livejournal.com]

"It would appear so." Here, Rillianne, have one of Those Smiles. It seems she's changed her tune rather abruptly, and to a rather fractured little one at that, so he's just going to go gentle on you. "Aside from the... obvious intrusion, is there something bothering you, my dear?"

[lefttohisright.livejournal.com]

She fidgeted, then offered him a shy smile.

"As you have noticed, my dear sir, I am clothed in nothing but a single white sheet," she replied softly, hoping her sweet charms would work on this stranger. "My servant, Allen, is nowhere to be found, and it is usually him who dresses me."

[trialbyaurum.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so you are." He had assumed it was just some kind of cultural thing, or... something. "Did clothes not arrive in your chest?"