Princess Rosella of Daventry

Yes, I believe in love at first sight. Yes, I do believe that there's something to all those stories about a handsome prince rescuing a princess from certain peril, and falling in love, and going off to get married and live happily ever after. That's how it was for my father and mother, and yes, that's how I assumed it ought to be for me, as well. And I have, in fact, been rescued from certain peril by an undeniably handsome prince before, it's true.

However, it's also worth pointing out that if I were obligated to fall desperately in love with every boy that has ever rescued me from peril before? I would be married at least a dozen times over. Which, I'm sure everyone can agree, would pose a great number of problems.

Not least of which would be the rather noteworthy problem that the handsome prince in question happens to be my twin brother.

Honestly, why would you ever even think of--

Has anyone managed to puzzle out exactly what that curse was all about yesterday, anyway? It wasn't the weekend, so I rather doubt that it was one of those random sorts of days. But what could it be instead? Whatever it was, it's clear that it was the sort of curse I like the least--the insidious kind that changes how one thinks, and makes one act in ridiculous ways because of it.

...Hmph.


[OOC: So Rosella's crackpot theory yesterday was that she fell in love with the handsome prince who rescued her from the three-headed dragon, who coincidentally also happens to be her long-lost brother, Alexander. Whoops. She is, predictably, Not Happy about this implication.]