(Accepted, blood)
Tuatara awoke as sunlight poured into her humble room. A maid had opened the curtains, and was now attempting to smoothen the creases on Tuatara's day dress, which was a pale blue. Tuatara laughed.
"Don't worry about that, Madeline!"
"But, your grace, you can't possibly-"
"Honestly, you are dismissed for now."
With one last look at her mistress, Madeline scurried out of the room. Tuatara shook her head and laughed. She pulled on her dress and went down for dinner.
"Ah! Tuatara! My youngest daughter... please, take a seat," her father, the king, said, gesturing for her to sit down. "A letter arrived in the post this morning." He continued, handing Tuatara an envelope.
"Oh! What's this...?" she tore it open to find a short note explaining about an autumn camp. "Autumn camp? There's no such thing..." Her father held his hand out for the letter, and she handed it over.
"Look at the small print... 'attendance is compulsory'. Hmph... sounds dodgy, if you ask me."
"But, father, if it says..."
"Oh, alright. You may go. But do not trust anyone!" he called, as she ran upstairs.
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(I'll do Louis' in a mo)