princess rock band

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Cinderaidan smoothed out his cyan coloured dress pants once he sat on his luxury sofa. He had the little finger sandwiches on a tall tower, and the tea in a large teapot, and four other sets of cup-and-saucers set out along the table. He had invited some of his most trusted princesses to discuss issues, ask for advice, and just gossip. He loved gossip. (Like, did you see Mulan's new hairdo? It's like, so China.)
He stood and opened the door to his sitting room, having ordered the door servant to let the princesses in. Surely a closed door wasn't very inviting. On his way back to his seat, he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the round mirrors lining the walls. Lookin' good.

Rhyolo walked in try ing not to freeze any thing. His royal prince clothes were frosted and he wore glove to prevent anything even though he hard better control of his power. He sees cinderaidan and says, "Hello Cinderadain." To be honest rhyolo thinks cinderaidan shouldn't wear that dress, it clashes with his eyes. He just laughs at the thought in his head.