In the heart of Canada lies the palace of which our story takes place...

A place of finery, with metal, gems, and lace...

The carriages have been drawn...

But be wary of allowing yourself to become a pawn...

The letters are sent and the letters arrive...

With promise of a lovely surprise...

Heavy is the head that wears the crown...

But it's important to keep looking up rather than down...

Growing up with the strum of a harp's lovely tune...

And practically fed from a silver spoon...

The glamour of royalty is unlike your own...

But a selection such as this is complicated and cannot be known...

Dry your golden tears...

And put aside your fears...

Our tale will become one of old...

Built from the shine of silver...

And the glimmer of gold...

This is more than smoke and mirrors...

This is a chance at forever...

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a selection roleplay

by ash and lyss