Example #1: Medieval

[Aurora]

(You dont' have to put the picture, I just did it for fun)

Aurora had slept well that night. She had forgotten to close the baclony door, so the slight breeze and small rays of the sun kissed her cheeks. Aurora enjoyed awaking in that manner though, it was peaceful. She opened her eyes slowly, they adjusted to the light for a breif moment and then she streched gently upon her bed. The softest of sighs escaped her lips and she stared at the ceiling before getting up out of the soft silk sheets. Aurora slipped on her slippers and walked to the wardrobe and took out a simple gold gown with tan, it had simple gold swirls imprinted on it. It took her a few moments, but once Aurora finished she went to the vanity and re-did her hair. She again did the soft curls at the end. Her hair was still silky smooth, and ever so shiny. It was half up and half down, connected in the back with a gold pin. She sprayed light perfume on, nothing strong, or anything extravagant of the sort. It smelled of a clearing full of sweet flowers. A rather smooth smell. Aurora slipped on her shoes and walked out, walking towards the princess' chambers, knocking lightly before she entered. The door opened and she went in.

"There you are..." Said Saphira "I hope you've picked out something nice for me to wear, as for you, I wish not see you all day, for I shall be busy and I do not wish you seen here in the castle, so this day is yours." Aurora went and picked out a very fancy looking gown for the Princess and helped her dress in the dark green and gold dress. Her delicate fingers tightened the back and adorned her in jewels, did her hair, and sprayed her with perfume. She answered yet again her usual response. "As you wish it My Lady.." The princess was all ready in about an hour, yet Saphira stormed off as if she had somewhere better to go, but Aurora head her speak to her from the hallway. "Now dissappear from here like I asked you too."

Aurora sighed softly and so took this opportunity. She went to her chamber and looked at the book shelf in the corner of the room. She blew softly as a bit of dust puffed from the shelves. These books had not been touched in ages, which only fascinated her more. Her small hand grazed over a few before she picked one she thought would be interesting, and then left the room. her silent steps made no sound on the stone floors of the castle. She went to the stables in the courtyard and saddled up her father's warhorse. Speaking to him as she did, and then placed the old book in the saddle bag on his back. She herself had to stand on a log before she could get on. Sure enough though she managed. She squeezed the horse's sides gently and he walked off out of the stable and went to the clearing before the castle. She had seen the warning in the hallways though of leaving the castle. It seemed that the prince wished for no one to leave. It was alright, she was still in the castle, only in the clearing near the courtyards edge.

Aurora found a single tree, huge and filled with lucious leaves. They were all this beautiful dark green and not a single one was on the floor as grass surrounded the bottom of it. She thought it to be a wonderful spot, the sun was shining and there was silence other than the knights who were practicing before her. She looked down to the book though. King Arthur and His Knight's of the Round Table. A smile crossed her rosie lips and she dismounted letting Erendil graze around the tree as he wished. Walking to the tree she went and sat at the base of it, looking around once, she thought that the noises of the knight's would let her drift into the story further for it was about knights after all. Her thumb grasped the cover and her hazel green eyes looked down as she started to read. Her golden hair falling over her right shoulder from her head being tilted downward slightly as her back pressed neatly up against the trunk of the tree. Such peace she felt at this moment. Like nothing could go wrong.

Her dress molded around her as it hugged every curve of her body. The bottom of it in a disorganized circle, her legs could not be seen. In but a few moments, thoughts of Saphira, and the rumors, and everything bad had drifted off as she became more and more focused on the book. She could see it playing in her mind like a movie. She read fast, if she was lucky enough to stay here all day she would be able to finish it. Although, she didn't want to think of that right now. If she thought about her not being able to finish the story then she would have stopped reading it. If she didn't finish, who knows when the next time she would be able to touch it would be. It had happened before, which was why she had learned to read so fast. Aurora continued on though, reading and when the story became interesting, the soundof the clinging of swords and the grunts of men made her bite her bottom lip in suspense to see what won. Which knight would come and be victorious. Amazing story it was to her, yet she had never heard of it.

[Ademar]

Prince Ademar had been up for th longest time, before the sun had risen above the green hills of his kingdom. He had no time to himself anymore as his father had passed away many years ago and he had been running this kingdom for many years. But his mother was obsessed with him finding a bride, and so threw many balls and mascurades for him to meet that special someone. Today was no different, only his mother had become fed up with his lack of enthusiasm to find a wife. She had called for only the prettiest princess' from kingdoms far and near to be presented to him in the throne room.

Ademar was a gentleman, so very polite and curtious. He was strong, and so very skilled with a blade. His body was that of a god, every womans dream in that of his and many other kingdoms. His dark brown hair was above his shoulders and slicked back. The eyes that Ademar was blessed with were pure saphire blue, even more breathtaking than the gems themselves.

Many women had come before him this day, but one stood out more than the rest, and not in a pleasent way. This princess known as Saphira was so very arogant and stuck up. When it was her turn to speak she acted as if she were all of that, like she were his obvious choice. Ademar was not ammused and wanted nothing more than to simply be in the guild training with some of his friends who were knights of his kingdom. Especially the captain of the guard, his best friend James.

"yes yes...well I must say I feel so terribly blessed to have been able to meet all of you fine ladies...but...I feel rather sick at the moment and need some fresh air...Privacy please...stay here in the throne room, I will return shortly" -he said kindly, even though he was lying and he left the throne room, taking off his robe and crown. He ran to his chambers and got dressed in a simple brown button up shirt and a pair of black, loose fitting leggings. He snuck out to the guild to meet with his friends, but today he was not able to spend time with them, for they were all going over battle strategies, for a rumored attack on the kingdom, It was the reason he had posted the warnings not to go outside.

As he began walking aimlessly around his castle, something caught his eye. A young woman by the looks of her, sitting under a large tree, reading a book. He knew she was no princess, for she would have been inside the throne room. He wandered what she was doing outside, especicially with all of his warnings not to leave the castle. He began walking slowly to her sitting place under the tree and when he came within a few feet of her he smiled and noticed how beautifull she was. Her hair lightly over one shoulder as she read her book. But he almost chuckled when he noticed the book was his own. One his mother would read to him at night as a child.

"Tis a very good book My Lady...I do hope your enjoying it" His soft voice came to her in a kind manner. He stood politely with his hands behind his back as he looked down to the young maiden.

[siren]

Siren was not happy about the current peace that settled upon the land. The Kingdom of Chandelieur rested in the shadows, undisturbed by the morning sun. How disgusting... Thoughts of chaos and destruction tangled through her head, trying to think of some way to disrupt the worlds current serene state. The witch didn't usually have problems with golden periods of time, however today of all days something about the moment just irritated her. Something was going on, and she just didn't like it.

The witch had been preparing a surprise attack on the Kingdom of Prince Ademar, but for some reason information about the battle leaked out. Mutany.....That's what it was! Siren didn't like traitors, and she had her methods with dealing with them. Some would be lynched, some would be burned at the stake......But her personal favorite would have to be inflicting excessive physical and mental torture. However right now she didn't have time to be worrying about her black knight army. Today she would personally go to London to find out what exactly is going on. She can sense a disturbance in the forces swirling all around her; somebody was happy, and that was not good.

Chandelieur had been in a constant war with that fool Prince Ademar and his silly loyal knights. It was completely pathetic! Siren was already angry at the fact it's taking so long to deal with him and his insignifficant followers. Enough....No more negative thoughts...Concentrate in turning this sunny day into a dark one... Siren wore a lavender corset, satin sheets flowing in elegant strands below it. Her dresses always were extravagant, then again she is a queen. I obviously can't trust my minions with taking down Prince Ademar....I'm going to have to do things myself.... Snatching a part of her dress, she swirled herself around, vanishing in a shower of black crystals.

***

The golden haired temptress examined her nails as she walked across the London's castle grounds. In the world of happiness and optimisim she was known as Vanessa Warren; she can't certainly go around adressing herself as 'Siren, Queen of Chandelieur'. Instead she was known as the Duchess of Paris, who often visited various kingdoms in plain curiosity; quite the social butterfly. Siren flipped her hair as she looked around for Prince Ademar, she would need to deal with him as soon as possible.

Siren halted in her tracks, narrowing her eyes at a young maiden, who happened to be talking with the master and commander himself. A slow smile crept upon the witch's face as she slowly, but elegantly made her way to the aspiring tree. "Good morning your majesty." she said with a small courtsey, flashing him a dazzling smile. She paid no attention to the maiden, she did not possess the same charm and wit the sorceress had. Nobody really knows the real name of Chandelieurs queen, they just call her Siren. She's as seductive as one, and has an enchanted voice that will stop the heart of any man in her wake.

Siren turned and spotted Aurora, giving her a small smile. "Good day to you as well..." The temptress turned back toward Prince Ademar, taking a couple steps toward him. "I've heard rumors of an attack today....Do you honestly think that London will be under seige?" she asked in a worried tone. Fool.... Manipulative thoughts circled her poisoned mind, thinking of several ways to dispose of this loathsome prince. The sun shined in a multitude of orange and yellows, reflecting it's light off the castle's stained glass windows. True it was a sight, nothing compared with Chandelieurs constant darkness....