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It hadn't been long since Guinevere had touched down on Hoenn soil before one of her family members had reached out to her. She couldn't say she was surprised though. She had made a rather dramatic entrance. Besides, she wasn't here by happenstance, she was a woman on a mission. But for today the mission would be put on hold. [break][break]

It would be the first time in many years since Gwyn had seen her cousin Elise. Growing up Elise was one of the few members of her family she didn't actually despise. When she was still a little girl who was being faced with a lot of hate from both the public and her own flesh and blood, Elise and her family were the ones that didn't look at her too differently. [break][break]

She was more than the circumstances of her birth, something Gwyn knew now but growing up she struggled with. Especially when almost everyone around the young princess constantly brought up how un-noble-like her birth was. The thousands of eyes on her back then had been unbearable. [break][break]

Now, she basked in it. Reveled in the chaos and attention. [break][break]

Guinevere arrived at the seafood restaurant where she was supposed to meet her cousin with bodyguards in tow. A few paparazzi were littered around but she figured since she was meeting with the Galarian Ambassador they wouldn't be able to do much harassing. Only photo ops. "Give me a light would ya?" she asked one of her body guards who reached in his pocket for a cigarette. [break][break]

Gwyn leaned in to take the bud in her mouth as she looked around for her cousin. One of her guards lit her cigarette for her and she winked at them. "Thanks, doll." she said as brown orbs scanned the area before landing on a distantly familiar figure. A wicked grin spread across her her lips as she made her way towards her cousin who was seated in the outdoor seating area.[break][break]

She shifted her parasol to properly show her face once she was close as she grinned at her cousin. "Elly, darling~" Guinevere practically sang as she blew a cloud of smoke from her lips. She enjoyed one last puff before dropping the bud to the ground and stomping it out beneath her platformed boot. "Look how much you've grown! How've you been?"

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Guinevere Calcifet [break][break]

NOTES

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MADE BY GUNSMILE

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“Hello Gwynnie, it’s so good to see you again.” Gwyn hadn't heard that nickname in years. It reminded her of the few happy moments she had during her childhood. So much so that it caused the faintest and briefest of smirks on Guinevere's lips. At the mention of their older cousin and crown prince of Galar though, the smirk swiftly faded. [break][break]

Remiel Calcifet. The reason she was in Hoenn in the first place, not that she would tell her cousin that. Apparently the shinning prince who could do no wrong, had gotten his hands plenty dirty without anyone looking. Who knew the 'golden' child would take such a major fall from grace. If Gwyn had been a comedian this would've been peak comedic material, but she wasn't.[break][break]

If anything, it made her dislike the crown prince even more. He was born with everything and decided to throw it all away. She didn't desire what he had, but to see someone squander the blessing they had been given felt like a spit right in the face. On top of how he abandoned her despite knowing how much she needed him, it was no wonder Guinevere had grown to hate her cousin. [break][break]

"I'm sure the Galarians from all over appreciate your hard work." Gwyn responded, quickly pushing such troublesome thoughts from her mind. She smiled but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm also sure they wouldn't want you to overwork yourself. Be sure to take breaks okay? You can't serve the people if you work yourself to death."[break][break]

Her honeyed words were practiced and came across as sincere. But in reality, Gwyn hardly gave a damn about her own people as well. She wasn't so bitter that she believed everyone was out to get her, but plenty of her own countrymen had spat on her name and joined in bashing and jeering at her even though she had done nothing to deserve that. [break][break]

Elise's butler, Chamomile, the Polteageist, greets her with the tip of it's lid. Wanting to greet them as well, Chai, Gwyn's butler and Sinistea, appears with a tip in greeting as well. Meanwhile, Elise had gotten up from her seat and headed over towards the door, opening it up for her. “Well then, shall we go? I imagine you must be feeling hungry.”[break][break]

Guinevere closed her parasol and handed it off to one of her men, in exchange they handed her a black fan with black laced trim. "Starving, actually." She said with a nod before pausing to turn to her men. "You guys can eat too. I'll pay, just get a table away from us. I want some alone time with my family." They nodded that they understood and Gwyn swiftly followed behind her younger cousin.[break][break]

"So!" Gwyn exclaimed as they took their seats by the window in the booth they were assigned by the waitress. "Other than working yourself to the bone, what have you been up to all this time?" she asked with a flick of her wrist to open the fan and begin to gently fan herself. After all, Hoenn was dreadfully hot this summer, something she wasn't quite used to, and neither was her sensitive skin.

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