It has always been lovely in the land of Neptunia; a large town of Silica is where trouble seemed to have ceased to exist on the outskirts of the town. All class: High, middle and low would get along with one another without discriminate one another but help each other with their problems. Most of the Citizens would be happy with lifestyles and society while others think there would be a change in their life. Either way it comes and goes as it pleases.
A glamorous Palace, built from rare materials along with ice and marble; 3 stories high with 70 ft. width of measurements with 3 sections of the Palace; elaborately decorated blue-and-white facades featuring gilded atlantes, caryatids and pilasters designed by the finest sculptures in all of Gardenia, took over 100kg of gold to decorate the palace exteriors. This beautiful palace is the home of the royal family who ruled this nation for 100 years; it's an ancestral home to the royal line, the Mousinovs.
The Mousinovs is the name that brings balance to the nation of the people, their line of noble, strict yet kind-hearted rulers have brought peace on to the land of Neptunia. They have been known in their royal line of best magic casters, technicians, artists and more; despite their reputation of some with greed and ambition, determination and nobility was their main pride. The current ruler of Neptunia is a noble and kind king with a firm grip of his kingdom though him having a family for years, has made him soften and more admired; having a loving wife with 7 children: 4 sons and 1 daughter.
If we could zoom closer to the palace you can catch a glimpse of a young prince, looking out the window with an expression of boredom on his face. In fact, his young thin lips parted with a decidedly long sigh as he surveyed the land spread out before his window. Dorocche Mousinov had always been the trickster of the family, despite being the age of ten; he has held the regal determination of the Mousinov household. All the male Mousinovs did. But perhaps it was his frizzy, grey fur and scarlet eyes, matched with his sly grins and mischievous personality that made him be known as the "Little Gremlin".
Tonight is the big night of his family's 100th anniversary of Mousinov rule in the Golden Winter Palace. On these special occasions, everything must be perfect and formal; decorations needed to be set up, the food must be prepared and ready, the guest list must be complete and the royal family must wear the best. It often busier here then before where most of the servants, maids, butlers even the cooks prepare for the festivities of the party.
The Mousinov family got themselves busy with preparations of the party, clothes, and themselves as well; meaning they need to wear various of clothing and accessories for hours until the party begins, luckily, Dorocche-sly as he is- made an excuse to leave the dressing room so he could have his own fun but sad to say, everyone's busy so he has nothing to do, despite of being a prince with so many luxurious things and riches beyond anyone's dream...
Still, he yearned for the freedom of seeing more.
It was almost impossible for him to convince himself that no more than a year or so ago he, along with his family, been exploring their planet with the wide-eyed fascination of a young prince. He had seen the rivers of Eng.-get and the wild plains of Scot Garden and the ancient, powerful ruins of Covet and the hallowed halls of Athens before returning to his beloved homeland of Neptunia. All of which was an excellent getaway for the family to enjoy each other company and get to do see and learn everything in sight.
And, even more amazingly so less than three years ago Dorocche, along with his brothers, had traversed to Capon and discovered the underlying goals of the Great War of Chocoholic; The Mousinov children were told many stories by their father of the Great War; Dorocche most favorite were the rebels intentions of reclaiming their corrupt country by stealing the greedy rich to give to the most poor and how that was one of the success of winning the war, the everlasting gallons of treasures to give to the poor from the tyrants.
Dorocche is a quick learner and well aware of how farfetched the truth was to the galaxy. He was always been impress by the stories of master thieves and outlaws even sometimes, upon reviewing, it almost seemed unreal to him.
Dorocche has been dying to live it, more freedom and more success to be a master thief. He once told his older brothers about it, but they declined that idea for it is not their way of royalty, it is stupid and it's a commoner's life of a greed and ambition. When Dorocche told his baby sister about it, she just smiled and said," It more like you, Dorocche!"...
...The little prince could help but smile at those wonderful memories he spent in the past few years with his family, even upon smiling in his famous grin of delight.
"Dorocche, there you are!" a mellow voice said from a distance.
Dorocche was brought to reality with a jolt. He blinked his red eyes and glanced at the owner of the airy voice.
Prince Lutheran Mousinov-was the closest thing to a scholar that the Mousinov family could claim to have. His guileless Persian red eyes behind his large, round glasses combined with his excellent intelligence that matched by a wavy mane of silky brown hair along with his patch grey, ruffled fur and dry, pink nose.
Despite Lutheran's aptitude for being the perfect model of education, there was a caring underlying look in his eyes and it often comes out in the way he lectures his brothers so subtly that the sting of it would bother them for days before they realized what had occurred.
But Lutheran had been so quiet these days Dorocche didn't mind his annoying lectures and constant worries.
"Daydreaming again aren't you, gremlin?" chimed in another of Dorocche's brothers. The second eldest of the Mousinovs sons;
Prince Napoleon Mousinov—who bore the title prince prouder than any of his brothers—turned his playful burgundy eyes staring out of two sly smile for tease, at his youngest brother. His wiry fur is darker color then Dorocche's but it gave Napoleon a similar appearance to their father, only a bit round.
He is the most arrogant, self-centered brother Dorocche ever known, Napoleon would often teasing his brothers and sister but he's the most determine to prove his position as prince. He is also a womanizer but said to him that he found the girl of his dreams months ago and promised to introduce her to him.
Dorocche made a sour face and instinctively stuck his tongue out at his older brothers, secretly happy to see them again for the whole day.
Lutheran adjusted his glasses as he gave a concern look at his brother. "We were wondering where you have gone, Doro, I assure you that mother was worried for you."
"Assuredly," Napoleon said, rolling his eyes. "We all know that Ma wants you to be on your best behavior...and Pa not want you to ruin the family reputation."
He chuckled hysterically while Lutheran rolled his own eyes in annoyance but Dorocche couldn't but smile at his words. His mother and father are interesting people. His father was very serious about their family legacy and refuse to let a foolish action affect their reign but he still care about his family more than the reputation while his mother constantly worries about her children and actions but she try to let them be free on their own.
Despite those traits, he loves them dearly.
"Now, Napoleon, do not tease your brother besides He's as free-spirited as your grandmother."
His laughter has stopped as the three princes turned to face their elegant and graceful mother, Queen Elisa Alexa Mousinov; she glanced at each of them through her glamorous Persian red eyes and rose colored, dainty nose that she has pass on to Lutheran and her daughter and her hair, that was pulled into a bun on top of her regal head, was black as ebony and soft, light grey fur was the same color that blessed to her daughter (once again) and son, a gift she had given them from birth.
The Queen was beautiful, noble and very formal but she also demonstrates self-will and strong wisdom to her kingdom and her family. Elisa shows great affection towards her husband and children, willing to do whatever it takes to protect them from harm, especially her youngest children.
Beside her was Dorocche's eldest brother, Orlando Nelson Mousinov, his deep red eyes—though not like his mother's, but like his father's—narrowed with steady concentration and the ebony hair combed and jelled including placing his lengthy hair into a ponytail, back to his neck giving him a deeply princely look. Orlando had always been the most focus of the Mousinov sons and also the most mature. He had been a favorite of both his father and the young girls and princesses in Neptunia since he is very handsome.
Though Napoleon often claims himself as the leader, Orlando, being driven forth by his loyalty and devotion to his kingdom (like his father), has let his impulsive brother be in led. Lutheran and Dorocche didn't mind, but when the time came, his younger siblings will turn to him for advice and support...
Soon they were followed in by five servants to the queen entered the room; one of them is a child-being same age as the young prince- laid out five robes for the family. All were glittered with encrusted royal jewels—everything from diamonds to emeralds to sapphires—and Elisa, being the noble Queen of Neptunia, began to inspect each of them for the opening event tonight.
"Aw, Ma, I wasn't teasing the little gremlin," Napoleon was quick to protest, catching Lutheran's eye and winked.
"We just simply found Dorocche here, Ma" Lutheran explained, in his well-nature tone even as underneath it all he is calmness was annoyance caused by his second oldest brother, who was snickering to himself.
"I was just taking a breather…!" Dorocche pouted as he pointed at the window. "It's a beautiful day outside, but can't we go out?"
"It for a cause, Doro," Lutheran smiled softly, glancing at his little brother. "Besides, you'll get to have fun at the ceremony!" The young prince blew up both his cheek and crossed his arms, making a face of a spoiled child.
"And don't forget, little brother," Orlando said casually as he sat himself down on a blue chair. He lets his deep hard eye shone a light at Dorocche, smiling casually, "This ball is to celebrate our family's anniversary so do not find it boring."
"It like birthday party, only not for one person but for the entire family," Elisa simply said as she picked up a silk gown and inspect it further to be sure it was right. "After all, Dorocche, your Grand mama is invited to the ball, too," his mother said with her courtesan voice alight with a smile. And this broke out of his drowsy trance into a state of shock.
Together, Orlando, Napoleon, and Lutheran smiled in agreement as if they knew about her arrival to the ball which is true.
"HOORAY! GRANDMA'S COMING!" The young prince began to bounce around in joy. He loved his grandmother very much and she always brings happiness to his heart. Lutheran had to hold his little, wild brother down to calm him down but playfully tickled him onto the floor. They both laugh full-heartily. Napoleon, Orlando and Elisa gaze the younger sons of the king with smiles on their warm face.
Soon a small voice, filled with sweetness of honey and light as feather.
"Brother!"
Gliding in the room was the youngest daughter of the Mousinov, Princess Pearl Aynastia Mousinov with her sunny smile that goes against her pale white fur that glows when the both the sun and moon reflects upon it and her black, ebony hair, offset by only the slightest brown tint. Her cheeks were slightly pink and her scarlet eyes spoke with the rims the color of rose pink that becomes brighter each time, though her slim body was perhaps a bit too thin for a youngling at the age of 6.
Pearl is well known by everyone as the 'snow white princess' due to her being born premature and albino, making her sensitive to sunlight. Despite this, she has very warming smile that can make the poorest, the greediest or the meanest person smile. She may have a weak body but has a strong heart.
"Pearl!" the young prince called to her, affectionately as he rose from the carpet and rushed over, wrapping his arms around her thin shoulders and holding her tight to him. "You have news for me?"
There was something wonderful in the way her body held Dorocche's so tightly. He felt that it was his purpose was to protect his vulnerable, baby sister from danger. Dorocche might shake and quiver with fear, but Pearl's merry, sweet smile will reminded him that he would fight for her and for all that her eyes that holds her future.
Dorocche loved his family dearly. They were more than just a big "happy" family. They were his blood-bonds. They were the people whom he clung to when the nights were dark and long and the nightmares of those he had seen and killed haunted him. Lutheran lectures, Napoleon entertained, Orlando gives advice, His father disciplines and his mother soothes.
But Pearl was everything Dorocche fought to protect. In her eyes Dorocche knew the hope and brightness, and all the things that he had fought to protect. He was closest to Pearl of all his siblings and he felt that transcending father-to-cub feeling that was primitive and inherited in every protective figure.
"Letter for you," Pearl said cheerily as she withdrew, smiling up into her face with casual grace from the tiny princess. "…from Grand-mama!"
The smile that worked across Dorocche's lips matched his sister and, for only moment, he was just as young and fanciful as her, unaware of the dark shadow looming above his head, haunting all pleasant endeavors he attempted to achieve despite everything that daunted him.
Dorocche admired his Grand mama much in the same way he had found himself chasing after her when his family had visited his cousins in Camelot once upon a time. It was the cool grace that his favorite grandmother excluded that captivated Dorocche—while it was her deep kindness and soft smile that held on to him—and her stay in the Winter Palace had been the youngest prince's fondest memories. Chasing after his grandmother, begging for her to stay at the palace and given him her song that she sang to his mother when she was his age, it was a lovely song.
"It was delivered just recently from Camelot."
Unlike his daughter, King Dominick Nicholas Mousinov did not slide in. He walked stiffly with military decorum with his dark grey fur and a stiff upper lip. His regal, tall and muscular posture matches his serious features, which often found it hidden underneath his large crown. His burgundy eyes reflected at Dorocche with slight humor. Humor that been usually been removed most of the time when it comes with business and royal duty but it ceases when with his family though lately it has had a hard reserve and a weary tiredness of his age.
Pearl proclaimed with merry childishness as she grinned at Dorocche. "Open it! Open it!"
"You best," Dominick agreed.
Without further encouragement, Dorocche tore into the letter, missing the sigh Dominick released as Elisa giggled upon seeing his glee with a letter from the girl.
...As the royal family is having their moment, the little servant mouse that was with the other grown servant girls, watched in curiosity. She locked her gaze at the young prince, blushing deeply underneath her honey colored fur which many of the other servants and maids often tease her for it. Honey was her name though being as sweet as her name states has a curiosity from birth and born with a destiny to serve the Royalty.
Floppy golden brown hair framing a cute, innocent face with eyes the color of chestnut, hiding depths of dreams and imagination. The little mouse servant admired Prince Dorocche's clever and mischievous nature but afraid to confront him about it for she is very shy and distant from him cause he's royalty while she is just a mere servant since she was found outside the palace in a deep storm one night, unconscious, and was brought in by the kindness of the royal family and since then she swore to protect them from danger.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vocal of one of the princes...
"It's been awhile since grand-mother Maria wrote to us," Lutheran sighed and Napoleon twittered happily. Orlando merely rolled his eyes at his brother's antics, but his eyes were drawn away from his task at hand to watch Dorocche read the letter.
"Suppose she's written a long ode to your mischievous, Doro?" Napoleon asked giddily, nearly jumping from his seat. "What impish there is, anyway." His answer was a rude gesture from Dorocche, which was missed by both his parents. Of course, he knew that grandmother's letter were formal to the point of nearly being written in stone. But he had learned over a year of letter exchanging to read grand mama Maria's words and take them for their hidden meaning. Maria's emotions were, indeed, there but in such a subtle way one could miss them entirely.
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