de Valore, Adelaide

[Adelaide de Valore]

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It is well known that Adelaide has lived the duration of her life in her sister's shadow. All that she was was compared to Rosaria. They were only two years apart but that was time enough for little Rose to have the kingdom's adoration tightly wrapped around her little fingers. It has had a large impact on who the younger princess is. For one thing, it has caused her to become shy and quiet, the kind of girl to stand in the corner of the room at a ball - when she could be persuaded to attend that is. She has a truly brilliant mind, though because she was perhaps slightly slower than Rose she began thinking herself useless as a scholar. This does not, however, stop her from wanting to learn all she can. Her curiosity is great and it often frustrates her that she cannot work up the courage to ask stories of those who had been to far off lands. It is common to find her sitting in some secluded part of the library with a large stack of books, scribbling on parchment to add to her equally large stack of notes. Other than her intelligence she possesses a strong love of music and dance. She is accomplished on several instruments, though she hardly ever plays them outside of her room. Only several people, including her royal parents and her few trusted friends have ever heard her singing. She has a sweet, high voice that reminds one of honey but, of course, she believes that she is tone-deaf and refuses to utter so much as a "lah" in the company of others. Her creativity also stretches over writing. It is ironic how beautifully her written words flow when her spoken ones are soft and staccato. One thing which she can consider solely her own, and the only field she is willing to believe that she is skilled in is archery. It is an uncommon thing for a young princess to practice but that has never stopped her. She rides, of course, as is expected of her as a member of the royal family, and does ever so enjoy it but it just is not quite the same. She takes great pride in her finesse with a bow and arrow and spends most sunny days firing arrows into bulls eyes. In this respect she cane be considered boyish as she does not mind getting a bit dirty or exerting herself physically. Like her mother, Adelaide has a sweet temperament and is liked by many of the servants for her kind attitude towards them. She has no prejudice against any, from the lowliest beggar to her royal father. At times she can even seem slightly naive in her willingness to see good in everybody. Her patience seems almost boundless and she extremely rarely, if ever, loses her temper. When she does it involves a lot of huffing and arm movement, accompanied by various half formed sentences before she scampers off to her room. h i s t o r y . family. father: King __ de Valore mother: Queen __ de Valore siblings: Joscelin de Valore, __ de Valore, Rosaria de Valore Adelaide was born in the late afternoon in early summer, the youngest of the King and Queen's four children. There was great celebration in her honor that lasted about three days. It was not quite as lavish as her older sister's celebration, perhaps simply because she was not the first princess. Whatever the reason, it never bothered her terribly. She was a quiet and healthy baby, hardly ever crying, preferring to watch her care-takers with her large, dark eyes rather than attempt to cough up a lung. She was tutored in everything one would expect a princess to know, including reading, writing, music, dance, riding and such. Among all of this, Adelaide would often watch some of the gentlemen in the royal court with their bows and arrows shooting practice dummies. It was when she was about seven that she shyly requested to be taught in the art from her mother. The Queen would be lying - and a Queen does not lie - if she daid that she did not find this extremely strange coming from her timid little girl. But it was decided that she would be allowed her first bow and immediately began lessons with her father's best archers. As she grew she found herself living in the shadow of her older sister Rosaria, who had evidently inherited all the charm. In looks, they were about on par. It was often remarked on how beautiful of a pair they were. But Rosaria didn't want to be a pair. She was the independent one, who could charm anyone into almost anything. Adelaide mostly avoided her while growing up. During lessons and such, she was forced to be put in a situation where her sister's quicker mind would leave her looking the fool. She hated those hours with all her heart. Her debut in the court at the age of fourteen was by far inferior to her sibling's but she couldn't say she cared. She didn't like hanging around the pompous old fools, anyway. She found herself spending most of her time with her brother. She liked his calm demure and his soft words. It seemed that he also preferred her company to that of his other sister or even his brother. They would often go riding together and he became one of the very few people she could speak freely with. Adelaide does not know what the future has in store for her, but at least she'll have her horses and her bow... e x t r a s . weapons. She owns several lovely bows, all of the highest quality along with a very large supply of the finest arrows. Her favorite is carved from back walnut wood, gracefully curved with small intricate carvings of vines and flowers down either side. She has been practicing archery since she was a young girl and is therefore a splendid archer. Her style is smooth, graceful and quick. It almost looks as though she is dancing. Her footsteps were quick and light like those of a bird. Even within the dimly lit passage way, they made only the smallest of echoes as her wooden-soled boots tapped the stone floor. She wore a simple deep green dress, embellished around waist, wrists and neck with silver thread and sleeves that clung tightly to her slim arms. She couldn't put a name to the material but it was soft and form-fitting, giving off a dull shine when the light of the torches hit it. Her dark brunette hair had been hurriedly scraped back from her face in an untidy sort of bun and a net of black thread stretched over it to hold it in place. Several strands of hair had fallen loose and hung in her face, framing it like a picture. It was late afternoon now, she thought. Her lessons for the day were done - how she longed for the days when she would no longer need tutor's - and she now had the rest of the day to herself. She had been planning to visit the stables since a new colt had recently been born, but the lure of an opportunity to watch the sunset had been too great. He would still be there tomorrow, anyway. On her way out of the castle she stopped at the small store room in which she kept her equipment. She swiftly selected her favorite bow and filled her quiver with red fletched arrows. It took only a minute to make her way into the royal gardens and she began the short walk to where she knew the bulls eyes and practice dummies waited for her. They were located in a secluded part of the grounds, around a few bends and down a slope. The equipment stood against a grey stone wall. She soon came into this clearing, which had a magnificent view of the slowly sinking sun. She tilted her head as she looked at it. Really she would only have a few minutes before it was too dark to shoot but the young princess didn't really mind. Still starring at the huge red sun she lifted her arm up and back and plucked an arrow. She fitted the notch onto her string of her bow with practiced ease and drew it back to her cheek, her thumb brushing the soft skin. She could do this far more quickly, but why ruin such a delicious moment? Anticipation flooded into her and silhouetted against the sunset, she would have been a stunning sight to any on looker. She gasped a breath before releasing her grip on the end of the arrow. For a moment there was nothing but a soft whoosh sound and then the dull thunk of her projectile finding home. She gazed at the target proudly. Right in the center, if not a hair to the left. She let out her breath and her arm reached back for another arrow.

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