Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20181227190417

Ablative knew of princesses with swords who would spar with friends and siblings. She knew of them with a sense of envy -- if only Absolute would hang out with her more, or do herself the honour of holding any sort of weaponry. In her youth, Ablative amused herself by fencing with palace guards and the sons of noblemen, but never once with her sister.

So to see other princesses outside, swords in hand, kicking their brothers' butts... what an image. What a sick image, both sick as in cool and sick in jealously.

Ablative knew the name of one of these girls. Brave Royalle Charming, and thought it a fitting name. And how she practically dethroned her brothers-- dear gods above, how envious.

And probably, a fitting opponent. She was determined to make friends. Or allies. Or a worthy rival.

So one day, she managed to catch the fellow princess leaving from one of these friendly spars.

"In the case that these prince charmings are boring you," she said, running up to her and pulling out her sword (still in scabbard, to avoid coming off as too threatening). "You and me, princess."

((I know you're rewriting her, so let me know if there's anything I need to change about this starter!)) 