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Post by Vivian on Apr 18, 2011 13:47:35 GMT -5
Vivian wasn’t bothering in listening to what her love had to say. Just his face was enough to make her want to launch herself at him and kiss him until the end of time! The only words she managed to hear were, “sneak around!” and “heart grow fonder!” – oh why did he tease her so! But now hear he was suggesting that they should..
She didn’t move from the doorway – she wasn’t about to let her love escape just yet. When he agreed that they should play hide and seek and squealed, clapping her hands with such enthusiasm that she was sure she’d break a wrist if it were any harder. "We can most certainly do that again,"
“Ooooh! Yayyayayayayay!!!” she jumped up and down, “How about I hide and you can jump out and scare me when I come and find you and then take me in those strong…delicious arms of yours” she almost went cross-eyed and slid down the door so as she was now sat on the floor.
They were going to play their games again! Oh how she’d adored playing them in Camelot. They had been so in love. Most of the time they’d been hiding in little alcoves from their fathers. There had been very little seeking in her opinion.
However, Arthur had other ideas. “Three hundred?” she huffed when he suggested that he hid first, “that’s not fair – how about ten? Or five?” she got to her feet. “Or zero?”
She draped her arms around his neck, “Do you remember the alcoves Arthur?” she smiled sweetly at the memory, “You don’t have to hide, you know wherever you may go I will always come back to you…like a sword to it’s sheath, like a dog to it’s bone, like a…like a servant to their master” she ran a hand down his cheek.
“I could be the servant and you could be my master” she whispered into his ear, “although I see myself as more your slave…then again, that’s what servants technically are aren’t they?”
She got on her tiptoes and leant into his ear, “Now…how about I close my eyes and you can take me in your arms like I’ve been waiting for you to do – a year has been too long”
With that Vivian, still on tiptoe, shut her eyes tight and pouted her lips – waiting for her love to fulfil her dreams.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 8, 2011 14:39:06 GMT -5
She was seriously going to do bad things to him if he didn’t leave her alone. Now he was raving on about being a lover and not a fighter. From his reputation, Vivian had heard that Arthur was more into swinging a sword around than actually mastering the art of verbal communication.
“I couldn’t care less if you fell down a never ending hole” she told him, “How many times do I have to get it through to you? IM NOT INTRESTED! NOT IN YOU OR YOUR SO CALLED ‘LOVE’ THAT YOU HAVE FOR ME”.
But of course, being Arthur he still followed. "The only way peace can ever come to me, is with you. For if you leave, I will be forever restless!".
“Then start getting used to the sleepless nights – there is no way on earth that I would even consider thinking of you as anything more than an acquaintance”.
He was in denial – how on earth could anyone speak so highly in the way they did of him when he was clearly a nutcase. Not to mention a flower-giving stalker. As she carried on up the steps and into the castle she heard him call back something about taking his heart with her.
She wouldn’t do anything of the sort. It disgusted her to think that a mad man such as Arthur could like…no wait, love, her.
Vivian continued to her chambers and slammed the door behind her when she was finally inside. Her window overlooked the courtyard and she wouldn’t be surprised if Arthur scaled the walls and came in that way with a flower in between his teeth! She locked the window just incase of this.
She sat at her dresser and began to unpin her hair. Gwen was never around when she needed her so it was pointless in calling her now. She made a mental note never to answer her chamber door in her nightgown. Even if she wasn’t wearing it now, there was every chance that Arthur would be back again.
And this time, she would be ready.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 8, 2011 13:50:20 GMT -5
My Lady, you . . . should get some rest."
She immediately looked brightened at that idea, “Excellent!” she walked towards him, he, however backed away. “I know! Why don’t you rest with me! You look tired my love” she edged closer as he kept walking away. "I would tire you out even more though" she grinned at him.
"Alone."
Vivian frowned at this. “But my love – we are together now. My father won’t bother us like last time” she swayed a little more to him. He was practically up against the table now. Oh so many possibilities that could happen! Just the two of them, a table…alone…
“Don’t leave,” she begged, “I’ve waited but more than a year to just melt into your arms again. For all eternity. I love you Arthur – I have always loved and will do so until my last dying breath…you do love me too…don’t you?” she asked. She was certain he did. He’d fought her father for her love. He’d had to watch her being torn from him, as she was to ride back to Lyonesse. She’d waited a year for this moment and now it was finally here.
And this time, they had a locked room.
It was then she saw him make a sharp move around the table. A game? A very exciting one at least! Vivian loved games, especially if they were just as playful as this one.
“Oooh chasey round the table!” she ran after him, managing to block the door again, her back connecting with it sounding a ‘thud’.
“I loved our little games back at Camelot, didn’t you Arthur?” she asked, grinning up at him, “all the hiding places down the dark passages, finding one another and then playing more chase games – even hiding from our fathers!” she wanted to slide down the doorway again as she thought of the memory.
“Do say that we can do that again my love – I’ve missed it so much that there have been times that I have wanted to rip out my heart just for you”
It had hurt. Returning to Lyonesse was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do. She didn’t know how she’d survived a year without him. All that mattered now was that they were here. It was all about them and no one else in the world mattered at that moment.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 8, 2011 13:30:40 GMT -5
Arthur! Her dear Arthur! She was in his arms once again! It was as though fate had truly meant for them to be together. Hereâ¦in his roomâ¦.Not alone??!!!!
It was then Vivian caught sight of Guinevère standing and watching the scene unfold. She was just about to open her mouth when Arthur spoke his words that were like music to her ears â once again; all her attention was on him. She didnât care who was watching, she needed everyone to know about their love, and how so right they were for one another. His touch was burning into her waist from where his hands were firmly holding her. So strongâ¦oh, so courageous.
âI came to see you my loveâ she answered innocently, âWere we not made for one another? Like two moths to a flameâ she sighed, âI miss you when you are not near â had to see you!â
She shouldnât be there? âWhy not?â she asked, âbecause if itâs because of my father then you have no need to fearâ she clamped both her hands to his face and leant her forehead against his, âI shall protect you with my life â mustnât come between us, we love each otherâ
Vivan drew away from him and looked down at herself and then back at Arthur with a grin, âDo you like it?â she asked referring to the chain mail, âI think it suits me, but not as much as it does youâ. She felt as though she could melt, but that was impossible when another pair of eyes were also in the room.
She remembered Gwen was still standing there. Why? Did she get her kicks from watching people like this? Vivian turned and chuckled, âIm sorry Gwen, we quite forgot youâ and looked her up and down. âYou can go nowâ she told her â satisfied that she and Arthur could finally be alone once more without any other interruptions.
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Post by Vivian on Apr 4, 2011 13:52:06 GMT -5
Vivian had been excited when her father had told her that they were going back to Camelot again. They’d accompanied Arthur back that day along with the other royals who had also been present in Mercia. She’d ridden as close to him as possible, making light conversation. She had generally been staring at him for most of the journey.
“I like how you ride a horse” she’d commented dreamily to him. Of course her father had been watching her every move for the whole journey so she couldn’t appear too besotted with her love.
She’d headed to her chambers to change and then decided to seek Arthur out. Where better to go than his chambers? Vivian had been there before. She’d lain on his bed, rolled in his sheets. It had been glorious – the feel of her love closer to her than ever. It was as though she could feel his heart beating along with hers.
Vivian hadn’t bothered to knock. If she’d caught Arthur in the middle of undressing then all the better. “Arthur?” she poked her head round the door, “My love?”.
The room was empty, not even his servant was there. Vivian hurried in and closed the door, sliding down it and onto the floor. She kicked her feet excitedly. She was in his chambers! Now she could surprise him when he finally returned.
She got up and walked around, tracing her fingers over his personal belongings, she spotted his tunic slung over the back of a chair and clutched it close to her chest, burying her face in it. It was then she saw some chain mail in the corner, throwing the tunic to one side she headed over and picked it up. She almost fainted at the joy of being able to be so close to him when he wasn’t physically there. Without anymore hesitance she pulled the chain mail over her head and poked her arms down the holes. The arms were of course too long and the chain mail was far too big, but she looked at herself in the mirror, pleased at just how well she could make it all look.
She had to waddle over to where Arthur’s bed was, the noise of the chain mail on the floor clearly heard as it dragged along where it was too big. She flung herself back onto the bed and cuddled the pillows – then she heard voices.
Vivian dived under the bed and watched, seeing two pairs of feet. She knew what Arthur’s feet looked like; so one pair was defiantly his, but the other? No, surely they couldn’t be those of a woman? A servant more like. Then there was talk of removing armour. Vivian knew that she would have to come out soon and what better time than to see Arthur with no armour.
She stuck her head out, “BOO!!” she grinned, looking up and seeing Arthur and…Gwen? “I see yooooooooooou!” she giggled and pulled herself out from under the bed, having a little trouble as the chain mail weighed her down slightly.
“Arthur my heart!” she flung her arms around his neck, “I’ve been waiting for you!”
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Post by Vivian on Apr 3, 2011 13:16:49 GMT -5
I don’t think any of these songs have curse words in them so hopefully they’re all ok!
Vivan’s General Theme’s
> She’s Got The Look – Roxette
> Uptown Girl – Billy Joel
Towards Others
Arthur
(Where for Art Thou…Arthur?! / It’s Destiny My Love Threads)
> Paparazzi – Lady Gaga
> Somebody’s Watching Me – Michael Jackson (Viv’s creepy stalker song)
> Hungry Like The Wolf – Duran Duran
> Love Story – Taylor Swift
> Making Your Mind Up – Bucks Fizz
> White Wedding – Billy Idol
> I Think We’re Alone Now – Girls Aloud
> Ever Fallen In Love – The Stiff Dylans
> Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley
> Not Gonna Get Us – TATU
> Grenade – Bruno Mars
> It Feels Like Im In Love – Kelly Marie
(Yours As Long As Life Endures Thread)
> Girlfriend – Avril Lavigne
>This Love Will Be Your Downfall – Ellie Goulding
>Fight for This Love – Cheryl Cole
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Post by Vivian on Apr 3, 2011 11:12:46 GMT -5
She felt like her heart would break into tiny pieces. She could see his face, he did not like them. Oh how cruel life could be! Why didn’t he like them? Were they too old? Had he been thinking that they would have daughters instead? Oh a daughter! She would have blonde hair and the loveliest blue eyes. Of course she would look like Arthur. All the men in the kingdom would line up just to stare at her.
There was no need to worry though. He thought they were perfect! “OOOOH!” She clapped her hands excitedly and had a small bounce to her step as they walked. “I knew it!” she grinned, “I knew you would love them! Although we can always call one Arthur, because Arthur Junior would be just…just” she gave a small sigh dreamily.
She dismissed his concerns, “but, my love? You are the only man In the world that I ever wish to have children with – love have and to hold, for richer for poorer” she’d recited their wedding day in her head so many times that she knew it off by heart.
Eventually they came to her chambers. Vivian opened the door and then looked to Arthur. “Thank you for walking me back my love – you just how a chivalrous man should be in this world”. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and clung into him. The top of her head just touching his chin. Oh how wonderful it felt to hold him again.
She pulled back and then with one large shove, pushed him through the threshold and into the room, running in and closing the door behind her. Her back pressed against the wood so he couldn’t get past and discreetly locking it. “And now we are alone, you have no idea how much I have missed you” she gazed at him lovingly. There was no way that she would ever let him go.
Vivian pushed herself off of the door and walked towards him. “Have you missed me?”
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Post by Vivian on Mar 28, 2011 13:35:32 GMT -5
“Well then put the fire out, because you do not ‘ignite’ mine” She became impatient now. The manic obsessive prince would soon be trying to break into her chambers if it meant that she was able to ‘ignite his heart’ again.
She picked up a stick and then stopped to turn around. “Ok!” she shouted as he carried on following her, “I will say this once and only once, and if you do not listen to me then I swear that you’ll not only be on the receiving end of my father’s wrath but mine too!” She pointed the stick at him; if he touched her again she’d hit him for sure. She paused and then said very slowly.
“GO. AWAY.”
What on earth was wrong with him? He was like a man possessed! Vivian felt a small growl rise in her throat, but maintained some composure, so as to seem like the lady that she was. He was now on his knees in front of her. She rolled her eyes. “Get up!” she demanded, “this is ridiculous – you’re, ridiculous” she emphasised the ‘you’re’ so as he would take a hint. She knew it wouldn’t work though; he hadn’t left her alone so far.
“Peace?!” she stared at him a little crazily, “the only time that I’ll get peace is when you take a hint and leave me alone!” she turned her back on him, “if you want peace, go and listen to the talks that our father’s are having”.
She began to walk again but he was now in front of her once again, holding out his hand. Ergh, she wasn’t about to touch him again. She looked down at his hand and then up at him a few times. “I see no heart” she looked at him blankly, “and to be honest, the thought of it disgusts me very much – for one you’d not even be standing because…well, you’d be dead – and secondly, I would never touch you because quite frankly that thought also disgusts me as much as the first!” she told him bluntly. “Now do me a favour and leave me be!”
She pushed past him and headed off into the courtyard and back into the castle. She needed to lie down. Just the job of talking to Arthur was a complete headache, let alone having to fend him off with a stick.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 28, 2011 13:17:12 GMT -5
He obviously hadn’t expected it! And now he was so surprised to see her. Obviously he had missed her too as he caught her and was still holding her.
“My love! Just one touch from you sets me on fire!” she grinned goofily as he caught her. “And the way you say my name? – I think I may die a thousand times over” she sighed dreamily. “It is like the sweetest music to my ears, played by angels themselves”.
He was now holding her by the shoulders asking whether she’d be resting in her chambers. “I have sworn not rest until we were together again, and now it seems I will not be able to rest any more that I already haven’t done! How can I when you are all that my heart desires??” she asked and played with the laces on his tunic.
She feared that she would melt away if he left her side again. She wouldn’t let that happen! It was their destiny! “You once told me that love conquered all!” she said, “and I believe that it really does!”. Vivian held onto him tightly, she would never let go of him again! “I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, I would battle a whole army of knights for you and I would even be your servant if it made you happy!”.
On mention of her father and his morals she snorted, “my father would have to go through me to get to you. I will not let him destroy our love, we have worked so hard for it!” she sighed. “Please walk me back to my chambers, oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” she pouted, “I promise I wont jump on you again”
Well that was a lie in itself but Vivian wasn’t going to tell him that. “By the way! I already have picked out the names for our children!” She bounced up and down excitedly and clapped her hands as they began to walk in the direction of her room. “They shall be two boys and we shall name them Olaf, and Uther!” she squealed, delighted at this prospect, “Our father’s will love them! Then they wont be able to tear us apart again!”
She clenched her fists as she remembered the tantrum she’d thrown as soon as they returned to Lyonesse. She didn’t care if they were to return to Camelot ‘one day’. She wanted to see Arthur!
Vivian had then spent at least a week locked in her room and sobbing into a pillow. They were not as nice smelling as Arthur’s pillows had been, all manly and…. anyway that didn’t matter! They didn’t smell like Arthur at all. In the end Vivian had resorted to drastic measures such as craving their initials into every tree trunk she could find. She’d even gone so far as to embroider his face from memory on a handkerchief. It wasn’t that hard when he was all that she could think of.
She now looked at Arthur sadly as she could see his expression. “You…you do not like the names?” she sniffed.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 27, 2011 13:13:27 GMT -5
She could hear someone or something approaching. She looked up straight away and around the corridors seeing a quick flash but no one there? Had she been imagining it? Vivian quickly got to her feet and looked around again. She could’ve sworn that she had just seen her Arthur. Then again his face dominated every one of her thoughts these days.
She peeked around the corner. It was him! Arthur! Oh the back of his head looked so wonderful that Vivian just wanted to caress that neck of his. Run her hands through his ever so soft looking hair.
How wonderful it felt to finally set eyes on him again! It was as though someone was smiling down on her! He still looked the same, just as handsome as the last time she’d set eyes on him.
“How wonderful” she breathed dreamily, making sure that he didn’t hear her. “How…perfect”
She would surprise him. He wouldn’t even hear her. She needed to feel his touch again. His kiss. She’d had such a yearning that had build up over time that now it could finally be set free for once and for all!
Vivian took off her shoes and tiptoed down the hallway trying not to giggle. Only a few more steps and she would be in his arms once more! The thought excited her so much that she felt her steps were almost light and giddy – like she was walking on the air!
She waited and then literally launched herself on him! “My love! Arthur! Oh I am so glad I have found you at last!” she grabbed his face, “My days have been so grey without you – even the sunniest! Oh please, just hold me again!” she begged and sank into his arms.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 27, 2011 12:58:42 GMT -5
She’d heard it all before. Many people misinterpreted her father and what he was capable of. “You won’t be saying that when it’s sticking into you, or anything at all for that matter” she pursed her lips and walked off. Men! they could be so strange – especially ones who were trying to hard to get her attention.
As she carried on she could still hear the footsteps pursuing her. Why was he still following her? Was he deaf as well as stupid? She turned around angrily to face him. “Why are you following me?” she demanded. Her eyes widened in surprise as her hand was pulled to his chest and he began to rant on about love and how it shouldn’t be hid.
She snatched her hand away and wiped it down her dress, giving him a look of disgust. “Ergh!” she glared, “Love? I think not!” she argued, “what on earth gave you the idea that I would love you? Or even consider it?”. She couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Now go away and leave me to walk in peace”.
With that she continued to walk, hoping to get away from the prince as soon as possible, but she had one last thing to say to him. Just so he got the message.
“Oh and another thing…” she began, “don’t touch me again”
She looked to her hand and wiped it on her dress just to make sure that all traces of the psycho prince were eradicated. What on earth had gotten into him? Apart from the silly thoughts about love obviously. Hopefully now he’d got the message – or at least had taken a hint that she wasn’t the slightest bit interested in him or his flower.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 27, 2011 12:10:36 GMT -5
Vivian couldn’t remember how many times she’d practically run up and down the corridors in search of her love. He felt so near, yet why was he so far? She needed him. She wanted to see him more than anything else in the world. Arthur. Her one true love and ‘heart’s delight’.
Every time his face came into her mind, her heart leapt right up and then back down again. How was he just so…so…perfect?
Vivian knew that the talks were preventing her from seeing him. Her father would never understand just how much in love she was. She wasn’t exactly as innocent as he deemed her.
She skipped along, humming a little tune to herself. Today was perfect, everything was perfect.
She could barely think of anything else except hunting Arthur down. Vivian had already been down to the council chambers in search of him – but he wasn’t there. Well – she couldn’t hear his voice when she had her ear pressed up against the door. She was sure that if Arthur were near then she would know. She would hear him. Instead she decided to hunt all around the castle. How hard could it be?
She hadn’t yet seen Arthur since her and her father’s arrival the afternoon before. She’d been so bored and her mind was on nothing else. They were together in the same castle so she was bound to glimpse that perfect blonde hair, those eyes a sincere and sleepy shade of blue that had been present in many of her dreams, since she’d fallen for him.
Once again she found herself asking how he was so perfect? So well sculpted? She wanted to run and shout his name down the corridors and from the top of the Mercian Castle’s turrets so loudly that the whole of Albion would hear her call. Including Arthur. Then he would come for her and carry her far away, where no one, not even her father, would ever find them.
Vivian sighed happily, she had begged to come along when Olaf had told her that there were to be meetings between the five kingdoms at Mercia, as a result of the end of Cenred’s war and Camelot’s current situation. Vivian didn’t care for any of that – she would see her one true love! Her Arthur. The man whose name was written in the stars next to hers! Of course, her father wouldn’t have left her behind. Even if he had she would have found some way of going along.
Vivian eventually stopped looking and leant against a wall, she gave a big audible sigh, and slid down it- landing with a thump on the floor. With a small pout, she gazed at the floor in front of her.
“Where are you my love?” she asked herself miserably.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 27, 2011 11:37:47 GMT -5
It had been a terrible morning, just terrible! Was no one in this place capable of getting anything right? Vivian thought not. They were just as incompetent as anything.
“You idiot!” she’d yelled at the stable boy, as he’d almost let her fall off of her horse when helping her down, “I could’ve done myself a serious injury! And you would be to blame!” she carried on, “My father wouldn’t have liked it if that had happened to me!”
Of course the stable boy merely muttered his apologies. Typical. He should be begging for her forgiveness. In the end she rolled her eyes and stomped off. She was finally free of the guards she’d had ride out with her that morning. Now it was time to unwind and actually find something to do.
Vivian decided to head to the gardens. At least she’d get some peace there.
No – forget that. She wouldn’t because she could hear someone following her already! What was it was it with people in Camelot, couldn’t they leave her alone for five minutes?
She turned around only to be greeted with the sight of Prince Arthur. Vivian didn’t care much about him, or even knowing him. There wasn’t a point anyway. If a man so much as spoke to her then her father would have them round the neck as quick as a flash.
Great. She looked him up and down and then gave him an unpleasant look “Yes?” she asked haughtily and was then met with a flower being held out to her. She looked at Arthur, then at the flower, then back to Arthur again.
“Flowers make me sneeze,” she simply said.
Vivian turned to walk away but then turned back to Arthur held up her head a little more, “and if this is some kind of gesture? Then for your sake I’d give up now – otherwise if my father sees you then he’ll be running at you with his sword”. Vivian had seen it before. She knew the drill. Arthur wasn’t the first to try any of this on her and he certainly wouldn’t be the last.
With a roll of the eyes, she turned on her heel and began to stomp off again.
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Post by Vivian on Mar 26, 2011 16:29:45 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Lady Vivian
.:Nick Name:. Viv, Vivvy
.:Age:. 18
.:Race:. Lyonesseian
.:Status:. Royalty
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Vivian is slim and of an average height, with blonde flowing hair and sharp eyes. She looks very dainty as a pampered princess should do.
.:Height:. Unknown
.:Portrayed by:. Georgia Moffett
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Vivian is a stuck up and spoilt princess who has whatever she wants from her over protective father Olaf, at the snap of her fingers. Well apart from her freedom that is. Vivian chooses her battles and often speaks her mind, which often people mistake for rudeness (sometimes she may just be plain rude though). she’s very vain and looks down on those who have a lower rank than herself.After being left enchanted all that she can think about is Arthur Pendragon, the Prince who she’d visited with her father in Camelot, and the only man she is in love with. So now she swans around her father’s castle like a lovesick puppy, and carving her and Arthur’s initials into tree trunks.
.:Strengths:.
> Getting what she wants – she has everything and everyone at her beck and call
> Being very opinionated when the time is right – she doesn’t care whether people think she’s rude, she’s only speaking of what she thinks of the matter concerning her.
> Being very pretty – She can get a man to do anything at the bat of the lashes.
.:Weaknesses:.
Arthur Pendragon
Arthur Pendragon
And not forgetting ………………Arthur Pendragon!
.:Magic Abilities:. None, but she’s still under Trickler’s enchantment that has left her pining for Arthur
.:Special Skills:. None
.:Accents:. General English Accent
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Lyonesse
.:Family:. King Olaf – Father, Queen Annis (Deceased)
.:Occupation:. Princess of Lyonesse
.:Current Location of Residence:. Castle of Lyonesse
.:History:.
Vivian is the only daughter born to King Olaf and his wife Queen Annis. Vivian has always been seen as a special little girl as Annis was thought to be baron, but of course this was proved wrong when she fell with child – Vivian.
Annis used to spend her days with her daughter and it was very rare that Vivian saw her father, as he was always wrapped up with political affairs, to even worry about her. Vivian and her mother would go for walks around the castle grounds, pick flowers and play chasing games. But as she got older, her mother would rarely venture outside with her daughter and eventually never spent any more time with her – leaving Vivian in the care of her nursemaids. This was confusing for Vivian, as she adored her mother.
Annis died when Vivian was seven and since then her father Olaf has kept her away and still thinks of her as a child. Should anything happen to Vivian then Olaf’s life would fall apart. In order to keep her occupied with not asking about when she is to go to court and meet new people, Olaf has always given Vivian anything that she wants, which has lead her to becoming a very spoiled girl. Part of Vivian is longing to break free, but another is comfortable where she is. She should be, she has everything and anything that she could ask for.
Vivian travelled with her father to Camelot, where he was to attend a peace treaty signing between the five kingdoms. Of course, Vivian had to go along, as Olaf would never leave her behind. There she met King Uther’s son Arthur, who she didn’t take any interest in. why should she have done? He was just a prince, and one who kept knocking at her door raving on about destiny and chicken! Needless to say that she slammed the door in his face as a sign of rejection.
Vivian found that after waking up one morning she felt something inside her stomach. All she could think about was Arthur – of course this was the result of being put under an enchantment, along with Arthur by Trickler. This lead to Arthur scaling the walls and climbing through a window into Vivian’s chambers. Of course, the pair were caught by Uther and a fuming Olaf who challenged Arthur to a fight to the death.
The fight was settled, the treaty signed and eventually time for Olaf and Vivian to return home. Now she spends most of her days sitting dreamily by the window, thinking of Arthur. Should her father return to Camelot again, and then she’d defiantly return with him.
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