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<div style= "width: 375px; text-align: justify; color: 181818;">12/02<br><br> It had been a rather nice day when Daphne had decided to go and get out of the castle to get away from her step-mother Daniella who had apparently decided that she wanted to spend some ‘bonding’ time with her much to her annoyance. Daphne had managed to escape from her without causing offence to her by telling her that she already had some plans with her sister Astoria and she had dragged the other girl out with her under the pretence that the two of them were going to go shopping, it was Astoria that Daphne liked to take shopping with her since she didn’t want to bother Rosalyn with such frivolous things. Although she would never admit to it, Daphne admired her sister and the way that she was even if the two of them didn’t always get along due to the differences in their personalities.<br><br>

Brushing a lock of light brown hair out of her eyes, she sighed softly as she glanced around quickly at her surroundings. It had been about an hour since Daphne had sent Astoria back to the castle to do whatever it was that she had been doing before she had dragged her away, and now she was rather bored. While it was easy for her to find things to do, it was hard for her to decide on something that she actually wanted to do. There were no cute boys around right now for her to talk to and that annoyed her a little bit, but most of the ones that her father would approve of she’d already turned down due to the fact that they only wanted to be with her because of the fact that she was a princess which was one of the reasons why she didn’t want anything to do with them, well either that or they were boring in her opinion.<br><br>

Heading back to the castle, she made certain to check with one of the guards where Daniella was, and to her immense happiness she was informed that the older woman was with her other sister Beatriz so she knew that she didn’t have to worry about anything since Beatriz got along better with her then she and Rosie did. Asking one of the maids where her sister was, she walked to her room when she heard she was there. She wanted to spend some time with her right now even if the older girl wasn’t in the mood to put up with her. She knew that sometimes she probably annoyed Rosie with the way that she acted, but she had found it fun and it was just something that she liked to do pretty much. Knocking on the door when she got there, she didn’t bother waiting for an answer before she headed in ”Rosie you just have to see the new dress I got today!” she said in a chirpy tone as she sat down on the bed and put the dress down next to her.
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<div style="width:214px; height:279px; padding:5px; font-family:georgia; font-size:9px; color:#000; text-align:justify; line-height:96%; overflow:auto;">Rosalie's duties never stopped, if anything she took on more a day to keep them from being messed up by her family. Her days were a carefully planned out schedule. She was up with the help and she went to bed at the same time as the help. It never changed. When she was able to fit in personal time, she spent it sewing and stitching shirts for the poor with her ladies. Something her mother made sure that was given out before the first frost every year. Since Queen Amelia's death, that has not happened. The harlot cared little for charity and her foolish father was blind enough by his new young wife to not care of traditions started by his late queen. And her siblings? All were too busy buying things and flirting with other people to care about the good of the country. As much as she loved them sometimes she could not stand being around them. So she worked, making their lives as effortless as possible and sewing until her hands were raw. Finding her wasn't a hard thing to do. Either she was praying in the chapel or she was in her rooms.
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Looking up when the door flew open and Daphne bounced into the room. Rose arched a brow at her. Ice blue eyes trained on the girl as she placed the new dress on the bed, her work forgotten now as it laid in her lap. Some part of her hated to know the price. Dresses for princesses, at least the ones her sisters adored, weren't cheap by a long shot and considering they had just had new gowns made for the winter season, she just did not want to know. "It is really lovely, Daphne" she said, her voice neutral, "I'm sure it will catch the eyes of the male courtiers whenever you wear it. I'm sure papa and the harlot approves." She would never call Daniella 'stepmother' the woman was her age, a common simple golddigger. She did not deserve the title of stepmother just as she did not deserve the title of Queen. She prayed to God that he would be kind and do away with the woman quickly. To save her from her own thoughts of getting rid of the woman herself. </div>
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<div style= "width: 375px; text-align: justify; color: 181818;">Daphne knew that her sister didn’t approve of the way that she acted, she looked down on her for it and while it upset her a little bit, it had been her way of dealing with her mother’s death and she just wasn’t ready to stop it. Plus it was something that she could do for fun as well as something that she shared with her brother Anton and her sister Beatriz. Of course, Daphne could be serious when she needed to be, but she figured that one serious sister was enough. Sometimes she didn’t think that Rosalyn remembered the fact that Daphne was still only nineteen and that she wanted to have some fun in her life before she got to the point where their father forced her into a marriage. Of course, she was certain to be a bit more discreet about things, she never slept with any of the boys that she flirted with since she knew her father would kill her if she did and she never made a fool of herself or anything like that. Well she liked to think that she didn’t, she was better than that and she respected herself too much. Especially since she didn’t want someone to like her simply for her title.<br><br>

Sighing softly at her sister’s words, she became a little less chirpy as she looked at the older girl ”I needed an excuse to get away from Daniella.” she stated, wrinkling her nose slightly as she did ”Father agreed that I could have a new dress, and Tori was with me.” she added, she figured that it was a good reason for going shopping, or at least she figured that her sister would accept it as a better reason then her just wanting to buy a dress. While she did like her dresses and shopping, she didn’t tend to buy something without what she figured was a good reason, or without her father’s permission. She gave her sister a small smile ”Would you rather I spend time with the woman like she wants?” she raised an eyebrow at her slightly, she knew that her sister hated the woman as much as she did and she figured that she would understand how she felt about spending time with her ”Can I help you with anything?” she asked her, looking down at the work that was in her sister’s lap. She knew that Rosalyn did a lot a lot of work for the Kingdom and she did like to help her if she could.
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