A/N: so yeah I made this stuff up cause I was bored and I have been addicted to this game ever since I tried playing it once. This is completely unedited. The second I finish a draft I publish it at once so I deeply apologize if you find some mistakes!
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In the huge castle whose residence is the prestigious Baroque family, a five year old Guinevere roams around in a sprint, finding whoever to mess on, either the guards this time or the servants.
The menacing little redhead stops on her tracks to examine her target with keen eyes behind a large potted tropical plant. The maid is but a slow, old woman who seemed to be in her late sixties. She's humming a song as she ambles toward Guinevere's direction, unbeknownst to the trap the child has set up for her.
As the old woman nears the area where Guinevere would merge and attack, she pats her head, frustrated. "Oh, dear! I forgot my bonnet again. Now I have to go back to get it and climb the hundred stairs again. Ugh!" The woman groaned as she tramped back, making little Guinevere scowl in defeat.
"I'll get you next time." She muttered, arms folded across her chest.
"Oh, Guinevere!"
A gasped escaped from Guinevere's mouth. "It's Mum! I gotta hide..."
A tall and petite beautiful woman then appeared from the corner, appear to be looking for a specific person.
Guinevere emerged from behind the potted plant and made a run for, though she was too late for she had bumped into the person she was escaping from. Her mother grabs her hand before she could disappear, for the hundredth time.
"Dear Guinevere, won't you ever listen?" Her mother's voice is coated with both anger and sadness. "No running! A lady must walk with grace, not run with haste."
"But Mummy, running is faster! Walking is for noobs."
"Rule number two, Guinevere. Never speak idly. It's never ladylike to talk like a sailor when you are not."
"Then I'm gonna be a sailor when I grow up. I'm gonna travel the whole world and ride a ship along the seven seas!"
"No, no, no, and no! A lady must stay in her home where she belongs for a sailor is a man's job."
The child groaned. "Darn those gender roles."
A nib-size of summoned lightning strikes Guinevere's lip, making her yelp. "Ow!"
The woman kneels down and sighed, getting tired of scolding her daughter over and over. Guinevere was an adventurous child, yes, but also reckless. That kind of behavior needs to be altered forever if she is to be continuing their Baroque legacy.
Guinevere, either follow my rules or face the consequences of disagreeing to your mother. "How about this? If you help us welcome the upcoming guests for tonight's dinner, I'll let you have whatever you have, alright?"
"I want a ship, and as big as our other one!"
"Except for that." Her mother laughed nervously. "You can request what you want after we meet the guests. Now come on, let's get ready for tonight."
"Okay, fine. It's not the only thing I want anyways." Sighed the little redhead as she rolled her eyes and is being dragged towards the main hall. "Mommy, who's our visitors?"
"The Paxleys, the most well-known family of magic in the Land. So you better act your best or you won't get what you want."
Guinevere giggled in excitement. "I don't care how best they are, though I will try to act my best only so I can have my way."
Her mother smiled coyly. Little did little Guinevere knew her mother much likely wouldn't let her have her way.
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In the main courtyard and the favorite place of every man held a fencing battle between Guinevere's father and oh-so-charming and gorgeous brother, Lancelot. Fencing was after all the family's legacy. Since it was now dark lanterns were lit in every column, making sure the fencers wouldn't injure each other for poor lighting. Still had there was no lighting, they can still end a fight without drawing even little blood.
Not far from the yard was the open dining room where Guinevere's mother and her lady friends chatted on about. They were all dressed in regality and class, including Guinevere herself. Though the conversation they have thrown was full of light and interest, the little redhead still had not chose to join. Instead, her attention was far away, focused on the battle happening outside.
How she wished she was born a male. She would've been better in fencing than her brother, better as her father even when she's old enough.
The bubbly chatter of the ladies soon erupted in gasps as the expected special visitors arrived. Everyone stood up to greet them, and Guinevere took the opportunity to tip toe her way towards the door leading to the courtyard. She could care less of who they were and how good they are in magic. Guinevere only wanted to join her father and brother's fencing battle. Curse those tea parties and hand knitting.
Though she kind of admits, hand knitting is very relaxing. As for the tea, it's nasty.
Lancelot was about to attack on his father when he catches Guinevere approaching from his peripheral. "Guinevere, what are you doing here?"
Their father's brows furrowed in disappointment. "Get back to your mother and introduce yourselves to our guests, Guinevere." He ordered with a scowl.
"It's done, father."
"You're lying." Scoffed her brother.
"It is done. Now can I join you two? The boredom has been killing me."
"No."
"But father-!"
"Not until you introduce yourself to our guests. I've punished your before and this time it will be worse. Let's get back inside."
A servant comes over, taking their swords and putting them in their storages.
Guinevere frowned as her father begins towing her back to the dining room. Lancelot follows.
"I have had it!" Guinevere snapped, shoving her father's arm off. "Only because I was born as a woman that doesn't mean I can't have my freedom!"
"Guinevere." Lancelot scolded.
"Father, why must I be prohibited to do things Lancelot does when I do them better than he? You saw me fence and do magic a couple of times, so at least for once can I have it my own way?"
Out of the blue, she's thrown to the floor. Her father had slapped her. He finally had after all those times she committed trouble. He had thought this would better teach her a lesson.
Lancelot was about to help his little sister get back on her feet when Guinevere scurries away, heading to the gardens. The guards of the night shift suspiciously watched as the familiar redhead runs towards the heart of the garden but they had chose to let her be, for they knew she was impossible to catch.
In the heart of the garden was a fountain dwelled by swans. Guinevere sat at the edge, eyes brimmed with tears as they form lines down the reddening bruise where her father had slapped her.
Guinevere furiously takes her purple bowtie off her hair, throwing it in the ground.
"I-I just wanted to fence." She muttered to herself. The moon was present in the starry sky tonight. She could see her dark reflection on the water, her pale skin reflecting the moon's glow like a mirror. It was only then her moment was interrupted when a swan had glided in front of her, splashing her beautiful heavy gown all over.
She caught heard of a muffled laugh from the bushes and scowled. "Lancelot! Get out of there already."
The person did as told, but it wasn't Lancelot. It was a boy around her age and height. He has black hair with the quiff of it white. He was covering his mouth, proof that he was the one who laughed at her.
"Who are you?" Guinevere asked, flushed of embarrassment as she looks away. "You saw that, didn't you, and that's why you laughed at me? How could you? I should report you to my father at once."
"Yeah, it was pretty funny." The boy said bluntly, hiding his hands in his black tunic pockets.
Guinevere realized. "I haven't seen you before. Are you one of our servants' child?"
"Kind of."
"Tell me your name."
"Why?"
"So I can report you."
"For what?"
"For invasion of privacy, matter of factly."