Hello my fellow royal subjects, I am Lady Dorinda, formally known as the soon to be Princess of the Southern Isles. My fiance is none other than Prince Hans. I enjoy conversations with travelers from far away blogs, an aspiring artist under the name Nick Pitera, and of course my red-headed Prince. I welcome you to message our Royal Family at any time :)  

 

notamurse-itsasatchel:

mrsofthesouthernisles:

"I can understand that. It takes many years to mourn any loss in such depth." She responded, nodding. "Oh, this is a good one. Have you ever heard of the story Peter Pan?" Dorinda wondered excitedly.

Eugene knew that first hand.  He lost his mother years ago and he was still mourning her loss. “I’ve heard of the story,but I’ve never actually read it before. It seems interesting”

Dorinda chuckled as she flicked through a couple pages, reminiscing the first time she had read the book. “It really is a wonderful story. You should this one sometime,” She told him, setting it on the dresser before searching through the bookshelf contents again. A rather large book caught her eye, it’s golden calligraphy on the red leather cover giving it a wonderfully magnificent appearance. “Oh!” Dorinda let out a gasp and she swiftly pulled the book from its place. The title on the front read ‘The Tales of Flynnigan Rider’ and she eagerly started flipping through the pages. “Have you ever read this one?” She asked, showing the book to Eugene.

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mrsofthesouthernisles:

Dorinda chuckled. “Well what would you think I’d wish for?” She asked him. “But they’re both the things I’ve valued most. I used to want to be a world traveler, you see, helping those in need all around the globe. But when my brother Augustus died, I had no choice but…

Dorinda offered him a tender smile. “Thank you for your condolences, Gaston.” In a rather obscure way, this man before her was kind of sweet, she dares to think. Behind his arrogant and overly-confident attitude, she found herself enjoying Gaston’s company immensely. “Hmm…” Dorinda hummed as she tapped her finger to her chin. “Well I might ask you what your childhood was like, what your family is like, or maybe even if you have a special someone, but if you’d rather answer a maiden’s questions about such an intriguing and admirable man she met today, we can just continue our tour?” She said, hinting towards what response she was aiming for. But, she understood if he didn’t want to share anything with her, since a man’s past is his business after all.

Improve Your Writing Habits Now

littlemermaidrph:

by Melinda Copp

Writers sometimes develop poor habits, and end up doing more thinking about writing than actual writing. I know, because although I write for a living, and I still don’t always spend enough time on the writing that I most want to do. And…

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fuckyeahfashioncouture:

18th Century Back in Fashion at Versailles
"Marie-Antoinette Meets Vivienne Westwood"
Pierre Balmain Haute Couture SS 1954

fuckyeahfashioncouture:

18th Century Back in Fashion at Versailles

"Marie-Antoinette Meets Vivienne Westwood"

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture SS 1954

Anonymous asked
"Lady Dorinda?" Princess Marianne gracefully walked up to the woman in the gardens. "Might I invite you to take afternoon tea with me today?" The princess asked politely. ~ sister-of-the-southern-isles <3

Dorinda looked up from the book she had been reading to the young girl and smiled. “Why, of course, Marianne. That would be delightful.” She answered warmly as she gracefully rose from her seat and walked beside her dear friend, with her book in hand. “It’s such a lovely day, don’t you think so?”

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I really don’t mind if people don’t match my length when roleplaying together. I know I tend to pull long posts out of nowhere, and I never know when inspiration is going to hit, but I hate it when my long replies seem to intimidate current and potential partners. As long as the other person’s reply gives me something to work with, length isn’t that important!

roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:

I really don’t mind if people don’t match my length when roleplaying together. I know I tend to pull long posts out of nowhere, and I never know when inspiration is going to hit, but I hate it when my long replies seem to intimidate current and potential partners. As long as the other person’s reply gives me something to work with, length isn’t that important!

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mrsofthesouthernisles:

Dorinda peeked around the corner as little flurries started to fall from their ceiling, a few landing on top of Axel’s hair. She watched as he brought his hand to his head, his confused expression when he felt the sudden dampness, and perplexedly looked up. Dorinda…

"Unfortunately, I think Axel’s had enough excitement for today. But pretty much any other guy with red hair, unless he’s wearing a crown, are open targets for your enjoyment every once in awhile. It’s been a long time since anyone’s had any fun around here." Dorinda told him as she pushed the door open and held it for him, before exiting the castle and into the courtyard. "Like you said, you have plenty of tricks up your sleeve. Surely you have something magnificent in mind that you haven’t already shown me, Sir Jack Frost of Winter." She said with a mocking curtsy.