Quest 224

[Accidental Video Post]

[The device fades in to the sight of Rosella, standing in front of a full-length mirror and gazing at herself as she turns and poses a few times, admiring the view from all angles. After a few moments, her eyes flicker over to the Network device, but they quickly return to the image in the mirror; when she speaks, her voice sounds vaguely preoccupied, as though it requires great effort to focus on anything except the sight of herself, and that the fact that her device has switched on by accident is somehow unworthy of her concern. As it is, the quiet loftiness of her voice makes it difficult to tell whether she's addressing the Network as a whole, or just talking to herself.]

I really am quite beautiful, you know.

[She runs her fingers through her hair, arranging it prettily over her shoulders, and leans forward to admire the effect a bit more closely.]

I suppose it's only natural that I would be, though. I am a princess, after all. Which isn't to say that all princesses are beautiful simply because they're princesses, of course, because I've known quite a lot of ugly ones, too. But that sort of thing does seem to go hand in hand, being beautiful and being a princess.

[She pauses, half-turning to the side, and admires the rippling movement of the train of her skirt as it follows.]

It's really no wonder Edgar fell in love at first sight when he saw me. And to think, I wasn't even wearing a pretty gown then, either. Not at all like this one. But of course, even the prettiest gown can't make an ugly person beautiful. The whole point of a lovely outfit is to complement the beauty that's already there in the person. Cinderella's wicked stepsisters were ugly no matter what pretty things they wore, and Cinderella was beautiful even when all she had to wear were rags.

[She reaches over as she speaks, retrieving a crown from somewhere off-camera and placing it daintily on her head, tilting her chin this way and that to take in the view from all angles before removing it again.]

It's more than just being lovely, though. Real beauty is the sort of thing that comes from within, you know--that's how it always goes in the stories. The youngest princess isn't just the fairest of them all because she's pretty, but because she's good and kind and sweet as well. So it's really no wonder that I'm as lovely as I am, since I'm as good as they come. I'm clever and sweet and wonderfully self-sacrificing--how many of those other princesses would willingly go to their own certain doom for the sake of saving their kingdom? And how many would rush off to save their father's life without a second thought for their own well-being? Anyone can sit around in a tower being dainty and fragile and never lifting a finger to help another person. And even when I'm getting into trouble, it's always because I'm trying to do the right thing.

[She slides her hands through her hair once more, pulling it away from her face and tilting her head to admire her face in profile, then lets it fall in golden curls around her face as she grins her prettiest smile yet.]

So I suppose it's no wonder I'm as lovely as I am, really.

[And after showcasing another minute or two of preening, the video fades out.]


[OOC: SO CURSED. Which really just means her usual slight superficiality is now in full force. >> Also, she's wearing one of the dresses Cinna made for her, with the noted alterations from the picture provided--the train isn't as long and the belt has pouches, not gears. Please feel free to remark on it! It's brand-new, and she's about as pleased with it as she is with herself, today. Which is a lot..]