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JUNGLE JUICE FANFIC IS POSTED HEUHEUDJEUDUSE
also this is our dress (the pic above)
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The dress flows freely behind you as you walk down the hallway to the tea party you've decided to host. 
Although you were forced into this dress as per order of the Empress, you're not too upset about it. You're simply happy she's chosen a light dress that wouldn't destroy your ribs and suffocate you. It's not too hot wearing it either, the layers only being a few in number but still enough to keep you warm when the winds are astrong.
The guards announce your arrival, opening the grand doors before you, presenting yourself in front of the crowd gathered in the spacious courtyard. They bow before clapping in awe of your beauty, watching as you make your way to the grandest seat in the table. 
As per tradition, f they wanted to speak with you, they have to approach you themselves first.
And it seems the first to meet you is Koshar, wearing a suit that just to happens to match the peach color of your dress. 
He kneels, taking your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles. His hair is neatly tied into a low ponytail, a few strands framing his face. 
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my Lady." He grins dreamily, keeping your hand in his even as he stands up.
You smile up at him from the comfort of your seat, "Pleasure meeting you as well, Lord Troby." 
He steps to the side to give way to the young noblemen behind him, patiently waiting for their turn to introduce themselves. Most of them are from lower families, most likely looking for a chance to climb higher into society.
Too bad you wouldn't be helping any of them.
You begin to daydream halfway through, responding with half a smile.
"I'm honored to have laid my eyes on you, my Lady."
You flinch, getting pulled out of your daydreaming as you turn to kaufman, who's charmingly smiling at you.
Lighting up, you watch as he places a kiss on the back of your hand before bowing. he's wearing traditional clothes from luipt.
'long time no see.' he mouths before leaving the line, he eyes lingering on you.
'when'd he return to the Eastern Empire?'
From the corner of your eye, you see one of his secretaries, huffing and puffing angrily. Was he not supposed to be here? You chuckle, shaking your head before focusing your attention back on the line in front of you. 
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At last, the first half of the party has ended and you're finally free from the grasp of that chair that has your ass aching.
Resisting the urge to soothe it in public, you walk towards where most of the commoner's children are, greeting them with sweets in your hand. "Is everyone having fun?" you question, getting a collective answer of loud yeses.
"You look strained for a pretty princess." Koshar pats you in the back as you send him a glare.
"It's not easy to sit on a chair for hours, my ass feels so numb." You groan, trying to keep your voice down so that the nobles wouldn't hear your informality.