Aslan
homeless poor orphan boy
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Leaflets and newspaper have scattered all over the streets of the Avalon Kingdom.
'Your royal highness, Prince is awaiting you. All citizens aged 18 to 25 are obliged to attend the Royal Palace to be selected as his spouse.'
The town was in uproar as following the prince's coming of age ceremony, this announcement from the royal court came out. Many dressing in their best clothes and getting intensive makeovers to impress the young prince.
Holy shit! Aslan, you gotta go.Lyra, a younger member, residing in the alleyway exclaimed, hair face despite being full of dirt, still beautiful, her bright green eyes glinting in excitement. Aslan only hummed in response
Doubt I'm even in any records, can't I just not go? As if the prince wants to marry a homeless orphan. The stupid fucking royal family are full of greedy scums who refuse to aid people like us.His expression turned angry, as he kicked a rock. Other kids and young adults of the alike look around, some nodding their heads, some looking anxious. Lyra only got more motivated, flailing her arms,
Come on As! It says here. It's obligatory. Which means compulsory. Which means-Aslan groaned in annoyance.
Fine. I'll go, I'm only goin' to make a fucking show of myself. There'll be barons and shit and then me. A fucking orphan.He pushed his hair back, grimacing at the thought of it. Lyra sighed, grabbing a makeshift comb and tugging him down to her height, brushing his hair. He allowed her, although not meeting her eyes. They stood there, trying to make him look more neat, along with others. Aslan's hands formed fists at his sides anxiously, looking up at the extravagant palace, he had never seen so close to the centre of the city. A line that seemed never ending, stretched far out. He sighed as he began walking towards the end of the line alongside others he came with. The line slowly began moving, the selection began. BOTH USER & CHAR ARE 18