Bramble was excited. Her father had allowed her to basically plan the fall ball at the head with the help from her sister and many of her other siblings. Ember’s equal excitement in the ordeal had made the anxiety-ness of the planning easier on Bramble’s fast paced mind. Everything was near perfect. The castle had been cleaned top to bottom, decorations of all sorts of fall colors hung from the halls and every doorway. The ballroom was lit to a perfect ambiance as it all came into place.
Standing in her room before the ornate mirror that her father had cleaned and shined from somewhere deep in the castle’s basement, Bramble smiled. She had spent more time grooming herself than she ever had before. Not a hair was out of place. Having her mother neatly attach her tail cuff on and braid the teal and gold ribbons into her tail, she looked at it with near tears in her eyes. Bramble hoped her parents were proud of the woman she was becoming.
Taking a deep breath, she set her shoulders back, lifted her head high, and took one more look at Bramble Carpathius, Princess of The Hallows. Yes, everything would be perfect tonight.
Leaving her rooms, she makes her way down the stairs and toward the front door. Noticing her father opening them, she rushes over as gracefully as a lady should and goes to stand beside Artorias. “Your armor is looking rather shiny, father,” Bramble says sweetly, a smile on her lips as she leans in to nuzzle his cheek. “I can’t wait for everyone to arrive,” (and most importantly Tate because she had been telling him for weeks now about everything she had been doing). Standing beside her father, she looks out over the gardens and lets out a content sigh. Yep, tonight was to be perfect!
"Speech"
bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.
Bulwark
Tactician
