its my half bday btw . if you even care .
not flirting with anyone anymore pull me toward you by my red string of fate or fuck off
i could not think of anything worse
is now a good time to mention that the woman in the screenshot literally runs rotatingsandwiches.com
"knight posting" this and "guard posting" that. i'm the princess's trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like "if you don't mind me speaking out of turn, my lady..." and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester.
look ALL i know is that the princess asked me to cover for her while she escaped with the handsome rogue (who bares a striking resemblance to the lost prince of our neighboring kingdom, but i digress) and now the duke (my lady's betrothed) has put out a bounty for a band of misfits traversing the country slaying beasts and the like, but that's LITERALLY none of my business, on account of i have to mend the hem on all these dresses
