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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, Province of Angeles.

FACE CLAIMS

CROWN PRINCESS SYBIL "SYB" SCHREAVE- NIEKE TEBEEST

QUEEN ELLEN SCHREAVE- ANNA GUNN

OLGA TAGANOVA- GWENDOLINE CHRISTIE

Princess Sybil Schreave was spending time within the walls of of her favorite rooms in the entire palace: her personal weight room. It was the only place in the whole palace, save her bedroom, where she could just kick back, relax, and be herself. Syb would spend hours a day in her small gym, getting herself as fit as possible. Her only companion was Olga Taganova.

Olga was Syb's personal live in trainer that she had more or less gotten as a present for her 17th birthday. Olga had been a fitness expert in Ukraine and Sybil's father, King Maxon IV, had hired to move to Illèa and be a personal trainer for his daughter. His wife, Queen Ellen, had loathed the idea and had expressed so, but in the end, she had been persuaded by Syb agreeing to dress formally for a family portrait. It had been well worth it in the end, for in the 4 years that Olga had been in the service of the Schreave family, she had proven to be far more than a personal trainer, Olga had proven herself to be a beloved friend, confident, and even somewhat of a motherly figure.

"Come on Syb, give me 10 more!" Olga ordered as Syb was bench pressing 50 pounds of weight on the bar. Syb's muscles popped as she continued to push herself. She loved testing her limits and the main thing that you had to know about the heiress to the Illéan throne was that she hated giving up on anything. Syb loved challenges and she loved proving people wrong, especially if they looked down on her because she was a girl.

"Come on Syb, come on!" Olga yelled as the crown princess finally finished the set.

"Damn, that was good…" Syb declared, almost out of breath as Olga began to towel her down.

"You're improving Dorogoy." Olga said with a smile as she admired the princess's growing muscles. Syb blushed as she always felt safe around Olga, especially when she called her my darling in Russian. Miss Taganova had always felt like Syb's true mother. She was certainly more of a mother to her than Queen Ellen was. Ellen never treated Syb like a daughter, only a subject.

"Perhaps someday, I will be more buff than you." Syb remarked as this earned a huge laugh out of her personal trainer.

"Well, you can certainly dream Syb." The trainer teased as she kissed the princess on the forehead. Syb leaned into Olga; enjoying her love and her protection. However, the protection soon came to an end as a servant came into the weight room.

"Excuse me your highness, but her majesty requests your presence in her office immediately." The servant stated as Syb frowned. She squeezed Olga's hand before following the servant out.

A few minutes later, a sweaty and annoyed Crown Princess Sybil walked into the office of Queen Ellen Schreave. By the look on the Queen's face, she was none too pleased to see her daughter. Syb curtsied to her mother with a cold look on her face.

"What have I done now?" She asked, bracing for a lecture.

"It's not what you have done Sybil, it's what you are going to do." Ellen stated as Syb stood there with an uneasy look on her face.

"What does that mean?" The crown princess asked in confusion.

"You are going to host a selection." The Queen of Illéa clarified as she stood up from her chair. "You are 18 years old. It is time that you marry a respectable man, so that you may bear heirs and heiresses to the throne."

"What if I don't want to marry?" Syb asked angrily, not wanting to lose her freedom. Ellen came up and struck her daughter across the face.

"I did not ask if you would like a selection, I told you what is going to happen." Ellen growled. "Refuse to Cooperate and I promise that I can make you suffer." Syb's red cheek stuck out as she stared her mother down.

"Fine…but if I hold a selection…I want there to be girls in it too." Syb demanded as Ellen glared daggers at her.

"Fine, we'll find some lesbos for you, but understand this. You will marry a man!" Ellen snarled as she held Syb's chin so tight that she broke the skin with her nails. "You have defied me for too long and by God, you will fall in line."

"May I go, mother?" Syb whispered as Ellen held her there for a few more second before motioning her away. The crown princess she'd a silent tear as she walked out, grateful that she had managed to get a concession out of her demon Queen mother.

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