Post by katarzyne bronek of poland on Sept 21, 2012 16:02:13 GMT -5
It was lovely outside. The sun was setting on the horizon and the air was warm without being too humid but it was still clear that summer was right there. Summer was so close and about to be in full swing. Classes were ending and the Rose Ball was coming up. The Rose Ball was always a sign that the semester was over and secretly Katarzyne was ready to assume her role as a Queen of Vineheart. No longer a protégé! It felt like she had been stuck in the shadows for far too long but now it was her turn to shine for one brief year. Then it was back to second place to her younger brother. Being the second in line did not bother her but what did bother her was the fact that it was her younger brother that she was second to. If only he hadn't been born then she would be the next Queen of Poland and she would get all of the attention that he got. Thier father basically taught Katarzyne what to do as a ruler and still he could not give her the throne. Out of all three of his children King Bronek and Katarzyne looked the most alike and were the most alike in personalities. They both suffered from insomnia as well, which gave them something to bond over at 3am when both were wide awake. It was an affliction that haunted her now. It haunted her as she walked through the garden.
All of the flowers were in full bloom at this point and it was truly a lovely place to be even as the sun set in the distance. A soft smile on her lips as she ran her hand over a flower that caught her eye. Often she would sit out here and paint when she was bored of her studio. Something about being inside destroyed her creative freedoms so she often ventured outside for the purpose of finding a creative boost. It was the boost that got her work noticed in Poland by local art enthusiast and it got her work noticed in an art program that she applied for. It was a summer program that promised to encourage and improve technique and theory behind art. The issue was that she knew her parents would never let her go since the program was in London. They were protective of their daughter and it was hard for them to let her go off without security since Katarzyne would not let them follow her to London. All she wanted was to work on her art work but being a royal took priority over her hobby. It was just a hobby after all. She would not be allowed to make it into a career despite her love and talent for it. Honestly she was surprised that her parents even let her consider art as a major in college but she knew that they were just hoping for the correct arranged marriage for the daughter. Arranged marriage and alliance with Poland to help further her brother’s Kingship.
She felt like a pawn in their game of chess and it was a hard feeling to accept and to live with. Girls had it so much rougher than boys in this world. They could marry servants and get out of arranged marriages very easily but Katarzyne would just have to sit with her mouth shut. At least if she was to be married off the she hoped for a man who respected her and her little hobby. Her hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans as she stood there among the flowers. One of her hands touched the letter she had received from the program. It was still unopened and as she moved away from the blossoms she decided that it was a good time to actually open it. After all she had the letter for about a week and it had remained unopened. Katarzyne sat down on the nearest stone bench and pulled out the letter. It was folded in half but she carefully unfolded it and began to tear along the edge to open it. Her blue eyes focused entirely on the letter in front of her. Would she be accepted to the program? And what use would it be to be accepted and unable to go? Again she signed and set the letter down on the bench next to her. It was pointless to open it.
All of the flowers were in full bloom at this point and it was truly a lovely place to be even as the sun set in the distance. A soft smile on her lips as she ran her hand over a flower that caught her eye. Often she would sit out here and paint when she was bored of her studio. Something about being inside destroyed her creative freedoms so she often ventured outside for the purpose of finding a creative boost. It was the boost that got her work noticed in Poland by local art enthusiast and it got her work noticed in an art program that she applied for. It was a summer program that promised to encourage and improve technique and theory behind art. The issue was that she knew her parents would never let her go since the program was in London. They were protective of their daughter and it was hard for them to let her go off without security since Katarzyne would not let them follow her to London. All she wanted was to work on her art work but being a royal took priority over her hobby. It was just a hobby after all. She would not be allowed to make it into a career despite her love and talent for it. Honestly she was surprised that her parents even let her consider art as a major in college but she knew that they were just hoping for the correct arranged marriage for the daughter. Arranged marriage and alliance with Poland to help further her brother’s Kingship.
She felt like a pawn in their game of chess and it was a hard feeling to accept and to live with. Girls had it so much rougher than boys in this world. They could marry servants and get out of arranged marriages very easily but Katarzyne would just have to sit with her mouth shut. At least if she was to be married off the she hoped for a man who respected her and her little hobby. Her hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans as she stood there among the flowers. One of her hands touched the letter she had received from the program. It was still unopened and as she moved away from the blossoms she decided that it was a good time to actually open it. After all she had the letter for about a week and it had remained unopened. Katarzyne sat down on the nearest stone bench and pulled out the letter. It was folded in half but she carefully unfolded it and began to tear along the edge to open it. Her blue eyes focused entirely on the letter in front of her. Would she be accepted to the program? And what use would it be to be accepted and unable to go? Again she signed and set the letter down on the bench next to her. It was pointless to open it.
