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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 10:52:55 GMT -5
[[Woo! Page ten! *claps*]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 14:06:56 GMT -5
Elias shook her hand and nodded in return and chuckled lightly, "Alright, I'll hold you to that deal then." he told her simply. At her next question he paused to think for a moment or so, a hand running up to brush through his hair and his eyes flicking towards the rest of the barn. "Why not here." he suggested simply. The barn was spacious enough and had enough room for them to work on training and sword technique, as well as it was somewhere Lydia could come to bring them dressings for Ailsa to try on and wear if needed. Speaking of Lydia then, he looked back to Ailsa, "My younger sister works as a maid in the castle, her name is Lydia and you two appear about the same size..." he paused a moment to look over Ailsa and then nodded, "You may be a bit..." another pause for him to gather his words before he chuckled again and smiled to her lightly, "A bit more endowed than my smaller sister, but she can lend you clothes if you need some for the time being, and she no doubt could certainly borrow makeup and hair dressings and jewelry from the ladies she assists with." Nodding once more he crossed his arms over his chest to Ailsa, "How long do we have for this?" he inquired with an arch of his brow. The king's funeral, but the date had been moved at least twice now he wasn't certain how long he had to get her in proper form before she was threatened to be burned. [[god damnit silv I'm so sorry I replied to this when I replied to Kurai but the forums deleted my post.]] Ailsa nodded -- it made sense to do it here, in an environment he was comfortable with. It would also mean he could hide her 'lessons' from any spying members of court, and she would be free to learn in peace. At his next comment, she chuckled and leant against a barn post, showing off her 'endowment' just a little bit more. "It might be that you like my t*ts more than you like hers," she joked, then remembered herself -- she was hear to save her life, not get lucky with a cute groundskeeper. And his next phrase brought a deeper worry to her mind -- how long did they have. It could range anywhere between hours and months. But the safe bet was it would be about a week or so. "I don't know for sure," she told Elias "but Maggie will know the minute the King passes. We'll have less than four days then -- before the body starts to smell." She was sure saying something like that was treason, but oh well. Her eyes drifted around the barn and eventually she saw an old broom. Hopefully, he wasn't going to use it anytime soon, because she went over and broke it in two over her knee -- her muscles flexing as she did so. "I'll patch you some money if you need this back," she said, then threw him one end of the stick before swurving her own in the air -- it was time to learn. "It's all in the footwork," she said.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 14:10:33 GMT -5
(It's fine Lily! I'll reply a bit later!
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 16:05:03 GMT -5
[[god damnit silv I'm so sorry I replied to this when I replied to Kurai but the forums deleted my post.]] Ailsa nodded -- it made sense to do it here, in an environment he was comfortable with. It would also mean he could hide her 'lessons' from any spying members of court, and she would be free to learn in peace. At his next comment, she chuckled and leant against a barn post, showing off her 'endowment' just a little bit more. "It might be that you like my t*ts more than you like hers," she joked, then remembered herself -- she was hear to save her life, not get lucky with a cute groundskeeper. And his next phrase brought a deeper worry to her mind -- how long did they have. It could range anywhere between hours and months. But the safe bet was it would be about a week or so. "I don't know for sure," she told Elias "but Maggie will know the minute the King passes. We'll have less than four days then -- before the body starts to smell." She was sure saying something like that was treason, but oh well. Her eyes drifted around the barn and eventually she saw an old broom. Hopefully, he wasn't going to use it anytime soon, because she went over and broke it in two over her knee -- her muscles flexing as she did so. "I'll patch you some money if you need this back," she said, then threw him one end of the stick before swurving her own in the air -- it was time to learn. "It's all in the footwork," she said. Elias watched her and actually rolled his eyes lightly and smirked, his eyes daring to flicker over her body once more as she leaned back against the post, "My sister is still young, and I'd prefer she stay that way given the men in this court seem to be unable to keep their c*ck in their pants around any young woman with relative looks." he told her as his eyes flicked over his shoulder a moment towards the walls of the palace just beyond them. Then he turned back ahead as she supposed less than four days and he nodded, "Then, we've got a lot of work to do." he teased her lightly before watching her move and snap the broom. He caught his end easily and swung it a bit to get used to the lightness of the broom handle. He'd practiced on his own before with old swords that the smiths had thrown out and old lances that had been broken in battle. As well as shovels and other tools he had on hand from his work. His own muscles rippled beneath his skin and even in the dull light of the barn you could see them and he admired her own stature and nodded, "I've watched a few knights in my days, though I'm still a bit rough." he told her as he stepped up to take his place. Yet another laugh escaped his lips though and he arched a brow to her pointedly, "First lesson for you as well, a lady of the court typically does not say t*ts until she is behind closed doors." he told her with a wink and a flash of a charming but lightly taunting smile. (Hot damm I'm loving these two goobers together Lily!)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 18:32:44 GMT -5
Elias watched her and actually rolled his eyes lightly and smirked, his eyes daring to flicker over her body once more as she leaned back against the post, "My sister is still young, and I'd prefer she stay that way given the men in this court seem to be unable to keep their c*ck in their pants around any young woman with relative looks." he told her as his eyes flicked over his shoulder a moment towards the walls of the palace just beyond them. Then he turned back ahead as she supposed less than four days and he nodded, "Then, we've got a lot of work to do." he teased her lightly before watching her move and snap the broom. He caught his end easily and swung it a bit to get used to the lightness of the broom handle. He'd practiced on his own before with old swords that the smiths had thrown out and old lances that had been broken in battle. As well as shovels and other tools he had on hand from his work. His own muscles rippled beneath his skin and even in the dull light of the barn you could see them and he admired her own stature and nodded, "I've watched a few knights in my days, though I'm still a bit rough." he told her as he stepped up to take his place. Yet another laugh escaped his lips though and he arched a brow to her pointedly, "First lesson for you as well, a lady of the court typically does not say t*ts until she is behind closed doors." he told her with a wink and a flash of a charming but lightly taunting smile. (Hot damm I'm loving these two goobers together Lily!) [[they're so cute! Elias is basically a better version of my 2nd MC in my novels.]] Ailsa smiled sympathetically. She flashed a look up to the castle and then scowled. "It's different up north," she said. "It is for me at least -- men are entitled, and arrogant, but a good whack and you can knock them back into place. English men are different -- here they just take, and assume -- any woman who doesn't comply is the problem." The north had it's problems -- it could get to violent even for her tastes, and enough pressure and brother would turn upon brother and father would try to kill son. She should know -- she helped the King of Scotland kill their own pa'. With that sentence, hopefully distracting him, she viciously lashed out with her sword -- waiting for the block. Once it was, she tried and twisted a few times more, working her blade and seeing where his skills lay -- trying to see what kind of hits he missed, and what kind of hits he landed himself. "You're doing good," she muttered before changing the tone of her voice to get him used to shock value -- "Keep your guard up!" she shouted. At some point during the sparing, she managed to catch a breath. "So, what do ladies call their t*ts? breasts? jiggly milk makers? Man distractions?"
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 18:40:46 GMT -5
Elias kept a good pace with her, landing a few of his own hits and keeping his feet in place for the most part. His eyes would move from blade to her gaze to gauge where her next hit would be. All that she had said of Englishmen was rather true, it seemed only the musicians, poets, and scholars kept the manners they were taught as young men. As well as Elias himself. He'd seen plenty a young lady getting taken advantage of and had swore he'd never be so crude and unjust.
At her inquiry about what the ladies of the court called their breasts he chuckled and shrugged gently, "They seem not to want to even refer to them until they are trying to bed a man or already have him in their bed." he commented as he took a breath as well and brushed back some sweat and a bit of loose hair from his eyes. He smirked the whole while he spoke to her and his eyes sparked with delight at their sparring. "As far as I know though, they truly stick to the terms breasts and bosoms."
As soon as he finished speaking he moved quickly back into attack, now on the offensive. His blows parrying hers and his eyes focused once again as they continued. After awhile, she had bested him, her "sword" resting on his collarbone in a place where he would have certainly met his end. He laughed brightly to her and nodded, "Well then, how do you assess me, my lady?" he inquired as he stepped back and gave her a bow before brushed his hair back once again and smiling to her.
(Hahahahaha I just love them! XD X3)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 18:58:17 GMT -5
Elias kept a good pace with her, landing a few of his own hits and keeping his feet in place for the most part. His eyes would move from blade to her gaze to gauge where her next hit would be. All that she had said of Englishmen was rather true, it seemed only the musicians, poets, and scholars kept the manners they were taught as young men. As well as Elias himself. He'd seen plenty a young lady getting taken advantage of and had swore he'd never be so crude and unjust. At her inquiry about what the ladies of the court called their breasts he chuckled and shrugged gently, "They seem not to want to even refer to them until they are trying to bed a man or already have him in their bed." he commented as he took a breath as well and brushed back some sweat and a bit of loose hair from his eyes. He smirked the whole while he spoke to her and his eyes sparked with delight at their sparring. "As far as I know though, they truly stick to the terms breasts and bosoms." As soon as he finished speaking he moved quickly back into attack, now on the offensive. His blows parrying hers and his eyes focused once again as they continued. After awhile, she had bested him, her "sword" resting on his collarbone in a place where he would have certainly met his end. He laughed brightly to her and nodded, "Well then, how do you assess me, my lady?" he inquired as he stepped back and gave her a bow before brushed his hair back once again and smiling to her. (Hahahahaha I just love them! XD X3) Ailsa chuckled as soon as they stopped, the blade on his neck. "You're dead," she said and once he'd asked her for a report on his progress, she took back the sword and said what dutifully followed -- the truth. "You're weird -- that's good. Keeps the enemy off your feet. You'd fair well against brigands and highwaymen if you came back up the road to Edinburgh with us. You're fanciful, with a bit of a range of skills in both using force and agility," she said before folding her arms and leaning back against the post. "You're good with surprises, too, but I've only ever seen you comfortable. I gotta see how you act under pressure," she said before throwing the two sides of the broom back to him. "Meet me tomorrow by the stables. I'll bring everything we need -- and bring me dresses...or whatever the hell I need to impress Norfolk." With that statement, she left the barn and went back to her rooms, to think of a particularly dastardly plan that she could put him through tomorrow. The next day, she was found by the stables as she said, covered with a very big cloak to hide her armour from passing courtsmen and women. She'd had it custom made, and if she put on a thick mail over the breastplate she looked enough like a man to pass in any army. That's how she'd got into many a scottish battle. As soon as Elias arrived, she gestured to two black mounts she'd had the stablehands prepare -- since the head of the stable was nowhere to be seen -- and got up on her own. "Get on," she said to him, smiling wickedly.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 19:04:40 GMT -5
Elias listened to her compliments of him and he felt rather prideful of himself but then nodded, it made sense that perhaps he needed to be put in a situation where he was not prepared. He sighed lightly and then nodded to her, catching the two pieces easily as she tossed them at him.
The next morning Elias received quite the variety of looks as he toted three dresses with him from the castle and towards the stables. He'd also brought a pack with two corsets, different jewels for wearing, some hair pieces, and some shoes as well. He looked a bit mad and rather strange to say the least. Though, those thoughts disappeared as he spotted Ailsa and he laughed brightly. "Well good morning, m'lady." he greeted as he approached. At her order to mount the horse he looked around a moment and then decided to bring the clothing with them.
His movement was easy and he draped the dressed over his lap and held to them carefully, they were his sister's and he knew she had very few to share so he had to be careful. After that he looked to Ailsa, "Lead the way." he told her with a simple nod to the armored woman and another small laugh at her appearance.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 19:25:25 GMT -5
Elias listened to her compliments of him and he felt rather prideful of himself but then nodded, it made sense that perhaps he needed to be put in a situation where he was not prepared. He sighed lightly and then nodded to her, catching the two pieces easily as she tossed them at him. The next morning Elias received quite the variety of looks as he toted three dresses with him from the castle and towards the stables. He'd also brought a pack with two corsets, different jewels for wearing, some hair pieces, and some shoes as well. He looked a bit mad and rather strange to say the least. Though, those thoughts disappeared as he spotted Ailsa and he laughed brightly. "Well good morning, m'lady." he greeted as he approached. At her order to mount the horse he looked around a moment and then decided to bring the clothing with them. His movement was easy and he draped the dressed over his lap and held to them carefully, they were his sister's and he knew she had very few to share so he had to be careful. After that he looked to Ailsa, "Lead the way." he told her with a simple nod to the armored woman and another small laugh at her appearance. Ailsa smiled -- it was quite nice to see him. All of last night she'd endured her drab quarters, the snoring of some chamber boy to her left and the sounds of some elderly priest getting it on with what sounded like a small goat, but what was probably a human of some description. But now, in the open air as they rode, she had more time to spend with someone that she...well, didn't hate. He looked even better in daylight, and when she was sober, and while she'd expected her attraction towards him to wane it had only waxed. She sighed to herself. Well done Ailsa, looks like you've got a fancy in your system for this rouge -- everything just has to be complicated doesn't it...The thought took her up until they arrived. Ailsa knew by instinct where she was going -- she'd been here for a week now and every single night, bar last one, she'd ridden to the cave. She was sure it must have been used for hiding stolen goods or something, because there was loads of bottles hidden in the sand-covered floor. She tied up the horses outside the cave and then took two claymores off of the side of her animal, handing one to Elias. "A good swordsman has to be comfortable with the uncomfortable. I bet you haven't used a weapon like that before, and you'll note that the balance is wonky and it's slightly blunt on one side -- it's a sh*te sword, but that's the point. A good swordsman has to be able to fight with anything," she said and went into the cave. Inside, she'd lit some candles previously, but they were almost out and had only half an hour left. Without them the dim lighting would be swapped for complete darkness. "Now," she said, rummaging around in her pocket and pulling out a single gold band -- it was hers, she'd pulled it off of some dead lord 50 years ago, and his son had then officially signed it over to her. She'd had it valued down here and it was worth a good five crowns, possibly a whole year's wages for the groundskeeper. "It's dark, it'll only get darker, and I know every nook and cranny in this cave. I have armour, and a better sword. But you have something that I don't -- something to fight for," she said and then slipped the gold ring on a chain around her neck. "Defeat me, and it's yours," she said before raising her weapon, starting the fight.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 19:36:56 GMT -5
Elias rode onward next to her, his eyes flicking over her figure in the daylight and though it was hidden beneath her armor he couldn't help but recall last night. In the daylight though she looked so much more different and he found himself admiring the subtleties of her features. His eyes only glanced to her now and then though and he kept focus on not letting the damask dresses slip from his lap.
As they reached their destination he arched his brow lightly and slipped everything off of the horse, laying them out on a clean patch of grass and setting the pack down with them as well. Turning to face her, he was presented with a sword and he smirked. She spoke of it as he would have expected but, this was the type of weapon Elias was used to. Not that she knew that yet though. These sort of toss-outs that others had deemed unworthy and useless, those were the ones he'd trained with consistently.
Elias followed her into the cave and looked around, observing his surroundings and trying to make a quick map of it in his head. Then he looked to her and eyed the ring and the chain she strung it on. Everything she said rattled in his mind a moment before he figured a plan for himself. She had armor and there was dim light from the candle and feint light streaming in from the entrance that meant it would catch her shine and give her away when it got darker. Her sword was better than his but the armor would weigh her down and limit some of her movement. He was tall though and the cave was a bit cramped, meaning full swings over the head were already out of the question. But, all her had to do was get the chain and ring, which meant get the sword from her grip, or catch her by surprise from behind.
All those thoughts moved through his head as he took her blows, for now he remained defensive, parrying and dodging each attack she put out. She was vicious and unrelenting and her strength was impressive for her size and her appearance. Elias moved carefully and quickly, staying close to her though, dodging as close to a blade as one could dare. Finally as the light flickered out, Elias took to the offensive, his sword moving swiftly through the air aiming only to catch hers and push it from her grasp. That was his strategy for now.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 19:55:54 GMT -5
Elias rode onward next to her, his eyes flicking over her figure in the daylight and though it was hidden beneath her armor he couldn't help but recall last night. In the daylight though she looked so much more different and he found himself admiring the subtleties of her features. His eyes only glanced to her now and then though and he kept focus on not letting the damask dresses slip from his lap. As they reached their destination he arched his brow lightly and slipped everything off of the horse, laying them out on a clean patch of grass and setting the pack down with them as well. Turning to face her, he was presented with a sword and he smirked. She spoke of it as he would have expected but, this was the type of weapon Elias was used to. Not that she knew that yet though. These sort of toss-outs that others had deemed unworthy and useless, those were the ones he'd trained with consistently. Elias followed her into the cave and looked around, observing his surroundings and trying to make a quick map of it in his head. Then he looked to her and eyed the ring and the chain she strung it on. Everything she said rattled in his mind a moment before he figured a plan for himself. She had armor and there was dim light from the candle and feint light streaming in from the entrance that meant it would catch her shine and give her away when it got darker. Her sword was better than his but the armor would weigh her down and limit some of her movement. He was tall though and the cave was a bit cramped, meaning full swings over the head were already out of the question. But, all her had to do was get the chain and ring, which meant get the sword from her grip, or catch her by surprise from behind. All those thoughts moved through his head as he took her blows, for now he remained defensive, parrying and dodging each attack she put out. She was vicious and unrelenting and her strength was impressive for her size and her appearance. Elias moved carefully and quickly, staying close to her though, dodging as close to a blade as one could dare. Finally as the light flickered out, Elias took to the offensive, his sword moving swiftly through the air aiming only to catch hers and push it from her grasp. That was his strategy for now. Ailsa chuckled. Smart boy, she said to herself as she figured out what he was doing. It was a good strategy -- everything he was doing was 'right', but he still wasn't experienced enough. Had this been another fighter, he would have been fine. But Ailsa was just happy he was finally doing one thing -- learning. "A thing about the scots, lad," she said, meeting every blow he took, pushing back with vigour and zeal, enough to force him into the corner. "When the going gets tough..." she started, waiting until she found a gap in his attack pattern for her to unexpectedly kick him and land him in the sand. At that moment, she used every last scrap of energy within her and pushed the sword to his neck, stopping before it cut him. "The scots, get going," she finished her sentence, remembering how her nation bled and died for years upon years -- and then still got back up again. They kept fighting till they won. But, Ailsa had a soft side too. At the end of her fight, she dropped her sword, outright took his hand and pulled him back up. She pulled the ring and the chain off her neck and placed it in his hand. "Now you know," she whispered, smiling in the faint echoes of daylight coming from the front of the cave. With that, she left to find the front entrance -- now preparing for her lesson. [[So filling with patriotic pride right now. Also, I must sleep. It is nearly 1 and I have pilaties in the morn. ]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 28, 2017 20:05:14 GMT -5
(Awwwww that was great! And goodnight Lil! Have fun at pilates!)
As he was pushed to the ground he huffed and had his breath lost for a moment. After regaining it he laughed again and nodded, "Aye." he replied simply before taking her hand and pulling himself to his feet. Though as she gifted him the ring he blinked in a bit of surprise but accepted the gift nonetheless. It slid easily onto his right ring finger and he kept it there for now.
Elias strolled from the cave and stretched a bit, rubbing his torso where she'd kicked him and knocked him back. Then he headed to the dresses and laughed gently, "First thing." he told her as he opened the sack and pulled out everything else, laying the corsets with the dresses and the shirts with them as well, then setting the shoes before the sack and organizing the jewels for her to look at, "You need to pick what you'd like to wear." he told her simply. "A simple enough take for a lady."
The dresses laid out before Ailsa were in colors she'd normally not wear, so everything but black. One was a dress of soft blues with a soft pattern of diamonds along it, the next was a light yellow with flowers of deep purple and red and green vines, and the third was a pale pink dress with pale pink and trimmed in cream and yellow. He set himself down on a nearby stump and patiently waited for her to pick her outfit. "Don't forget the jewels as well." he commented nodding over them, "And do be careful with them, I need them all back or Lydia would have my head." he chuckled lightly but it was more than likely a seriously threat from his sister.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 29, 2017 7:32:06 GMT -5
Jane saw him speed away. Ha! He knows the place...god help his tired loins then those girls are the devil's work indeed, she said to herself. In the time between his departure and return, she became disgustingly faint -- her vision started to become black and blotchy, and she had the increasing urge to sleep. That only gave her the fear -- the fear of going into her death. Then, she smelt the faint trickles of hot iron on the wind -- and the sharp, cool tang of gin. It was accompanied by the sound of foot steps, and then she saw him -- the man, with exactly what she needed. With her last echo's of strength, she ripped open her corset and off her blouse, blushing furiously as she knew the man was there. Gods, she'd be lucky if she didn't get dubbed a wh*re herself for this. She glared at him as she saw his eyes trailing to her nakedness. "Don't look you croon!" she hissed. After that, she poured gin all over the wound and gritted her teeth against the burn, then took a good swig of it herself -- to help with what happened next. She took the hot poker in her hand and said a small prayer. "Jesus, have mercy on me," she whispered before sticking the poker right into the center of the wound, accompanied by a hot sizzling sound and a good scream. The wound was at most 3-4 cm deep, and it wasn't long until it was sealed, and the bleeding stopped. Jane was good with pain -- but this made her so dizzy she dropped to the ground, pulling the remains of her corset up to cover herself before she looked up to the man. "Th..thank you." Hal ran a hand through his brown hair unsure of what to do or say. This might come as a surprise to some people but even the smooth talking charismatic Henry Pole didn't know what to say when he when a mysterious girl turned up bleeding half to death after being impaled by a dagger. Said girl than sent him off to a wh*rehouse to get a gin and a hot poker then she stripped in front of him and then jabbed said hot poker into her wound and put her corset back on. "No worries," Hal said regaining some sense of his composure.
Seeing her lack of clothing and knowing it would be impossible for them to get back into the castle whilst she was in this state of undress as her clothes were practically falling off her Hal's hands snaked up to the clasp of the short more aesthetic than anything else cloak and undoing it with deft fingers he took it off and balling the cloak into a small ball he passed the cloak to the girl to allow her to cover herself up to some degree before offering a hand to pull her up to her feet so that they could get into the castle which would be warmer than the garden and if necessary he would be able to get help if she needed it.
((Sorry if it's short but I've got to go to lunch now I'll do Inez when I get back))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 7:51:30 GMT -5
(Awwwww that was great! And goodnight Lil! Have fun at pilates!) As he was pushed to the ground he huffed and had his breath lost for a moment. After regaining it he laughed again and nodded, "Aye." he replied simply before taking her hand and pulling himself to his feet. Though as she gifted him the ring he blinked in a bit of surprise but accepted the gift nonetheless. It slid easily onto his right ring finger and he kept it there for now. Elias strolled from the cave and stretched a bit, rubbing his torso where she'd kicked him and knocked him back. Then he headed to the dresses and laughed gently, "First thing." he told her as he opened the sack and pulled out everything else, laying the corsets with the dresses and the shirts with them as well, then setting the shoes before the sack and organizing the jewels for her to look at, "You need to pick what you'd like to wear." he told her simply. "A simple enough take for a lady." The dresses laid out before Ailsa were in colors she'd normally not wear, so everything but black. One was a dress of soft blues with a soft pattern of diamonds along it, the next was a light yellow with flowers of deep purple and red and green vines, and the third was a pale pink dress with pale pink and trimmed in cream and yellow. He set himself down on a nearby stump and patiently waited for her to pick her outfit. "Don't forget the jewels as well." he commented nodding over them, "And do be careful with them, I need them all back or Lydia would have my head." he chuckled lightly but it was more than likely a seriously threat from his sister. [[Ok so I had a smoothie before pilaties for breakfast and by the time it got to the exercise heavy bit of it (not the massage bit) I felt so sick I could hardly do a single thing. That's the last time I ever eat something healthy -_- ]] Ailsa squirmed visibly at the sight of all the dresses. It looked like things Maggie would wear -- so complicated and frivolous. Up north she could get away with something simpler, bit now she had to spend time getting dressed and looking nice. Time that could be spent doing something more enjoyable. But the reminder of burning to death weighed heavily on her mind, so she closed her eyes and spun her finger. Eventually, the girl landed on the soft blue gown, and she roughly picked it up and started to undress right there and then. She turned to Elias before she took off her armour. She was about to tell him to look away, but instead she just looked at him, smiled devilshy, then shrugged before turning back round and stripping off her undershirt. Then, she put on the fanciful under-clothes, followed by the corset, tightening it up as much as she dared before she placed over the sky-blue gown, letting the satin weave fall to the floor. She then slipped her feet inside the shoes and placed the jewels over her neck, fastening them at the back. There. Done. She turned around to face Elias. Her upper chest could be seen and the beauty of her pale face matched the dress so beautifully it was like she was surrounded by nature itself. The jewels sparkled like her dark-storm eyes did, and her hair was softly blown out of the way of her face thanks to the wind. "I...I look ridiculous," she said, a rose tint threatening to turn into a full blown blush.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 8:06:17 GMT -5
Sorry its so short. But I should be online today.)
She gave the woman a slightly forced smile and moved to begin fastening the corset. She took a deep breath, her nerves quite real. Despite her inexperience with something as feminine as a corset her long deft fingers made easy work of it, pulling it tight. "I don't believe you really need a corset to have a perfect figure m'lady." She knew flattery worked well with the aristocracy. Their egos were famous and she hoped that complimenting the woman would soften her to her next question. She kept her eyes low, her voice soft and questioning. "Are you nervous?" She muttered gently. "When you are married he will want to take you to his bed. " It was the question of an innocent woman, one who had never had any such relations with a man. Annette smiled, feeling quite content with the little girl behind her. It felt good to have a student. Perhaps all her ladies in waiting could be such ones -- her little students. So she became a little more pleasant and responded with something as close to the truth as she dared. "You need not worry, darling," she said. "No doubt you're worrying about the -- oh, what was his name. Rickon? Richard? Yes, Richard. You need not fear -- it's been so sickeningly obvious every moment on this journey the boy is positively in love with you. He'd do anything for you. I'd wager that he'd even let you be on top of him tonight," she said, looking into the mirror and pruning her appearance. "But don't worry about me -- French women are more than a match for English men. Especially a Tudor," she finished, making sure every part of her was perfect for the soon to be King. [[Kurai it's fiiiine. I take to long to respond anyway cause I get distracted with things like drag race.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 8:24:06 GMT -5
Jane saw him speed away. Ha! He knows the place...god help his tired loins then those girls are the devil's work indeed, she said to herself. In the time between his departure and return, she became disgustingly faint -- her vision started to become black and blotchy, and she had the increasing urge to sleep. That only gave her the fear -- the fear of going into her death. Then, she smelt the faint trickles of hot iron on the wind -- and the sharp, cool tang of gin. It was accompanied by the sound of foot steps, and then she saw him -- the man, with exactly what she needed. With her last echo's of strength, she ripped open her corset and off her blouse, blushing furiously as she knew the man was there. Gods, she'd be lucky if she didn't get dubbed a wh*re herself for this. She glared at him as she saw his eyes trailing to her nakedness. "Don't look you croon!" she hissed. After that, she poured gin all over the wound and gritted her teeth against the burn, then took a good swig of it herself -- to help with what happened next. She took the hot poker in her hand and said a small prayer. "Jesus, have mercy on me," she whispered before sticking the poker right into the center of the wound, accompanied by a hot sizzling sound and a good scream. The wound was at most 3-4 cm deep, and it wasn't long until it was sealed, and the bleeding stopped. Jane was good with pain -- but this made her so dizzy she dropped to the ground, pulling the remains of her corset up to cover herself before she looked up to the man. "Th..thank you." Hal ran a hand through his brown hair unsure of what to do or say. This might come as a surprise to some people but even the smooth talking charismatic Henry Pole didn't know what to say when he when a mysterious girl turned up bleeding half to death after being impaled by a dagger. Said girl than sent him off to a wh*rehouse to get a gin and a hot poker then she stripped in front of him and then jabbed said hot poker into her wound and put her corset back on. "No worries," Hal said regaining some sense of his composure.
Seeing her lack of clothing and knowing it would be impossible for them to get back into the castle whilst she was in this state of undress as her clothes were practically falling off her Hal's hands snaked up to the clasp of the short more aesthetic than anything else cloak and undoing it with deft fingers he took it off and balling the cloak into a small ball he passed the cloak to the girl to allow her to cover herself up to some degree before offering a hand to pull her up to her feet so that they could get into the castle which would be warmer than the garden and if necessary he would be able to get help if she needed it.
((Sorry if it's short but I've got to go to lunch now I'll do Inez when I get back))
[[Nah you're fine. I'll be short anyway cause I'm distracted and tired.]] Jane rolled her eyes. She was just glad he'd done as she'd said -- most other lords or gentry would have been so surprised they just would have turned tail and headed back to the castle. This one didn't. "What's your name, boy?" she asked, pulling the cloak around herself and taking his hand, pulling herself upwards. He wasn't bad looking, for a gentry member. Jane had preferred the wild men in armies and the like, but these days she knew she had to settle down sometime. At least, that had been her foremost thought before she'd been stabbed in the middle of nowhere for a seemingly unknown reason.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 9:08:03 GMT -5
She blushed a little at the thought, and the mention of Richard loving her. She didn't believe that at all, she couldn't believe it. They hadn't known each other long enough for that surely. Even so her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head slightly, she wasn't hear to discuss that although it was a convenient excuse to be having this conversation. "Thats what I'm afraid of. I've never been with a man in any way and I have been told it hurts terribly." She paused slightly. "I'm sorry m'lady. It's not proper to discuss such things. Forgive me." She said apologetically. Bowing her head in mock shame. She hoped the woman took the bait, admitted that it wouldn't be the first time she had taken a man to her bed. More than that she hoped Richard had done as she asked and placed Henry where he could overhear. Richard had taken the longest and most complicated route he could muster. Eventually, he arrived opposite the woman's room -- where Brinn and Annette were having their conversation. There was a small slot between the two rooms -- the paper room and the room where Annette was. As Richard pretended to outline a document, he watched as Henry listened intently to the conversation in the next room. Annette sighed. She fixed her earrings just right and then turned to Brinn, lifting up her chin and smiling sweetly. "Oh the english," she murmured. "You're so...prudish, about such things. It hurts only for a moment and you're far too distracted to care anyway. Trust me, I would know," she said, hoping the girl would be in reverence of her boldness rather than scornful of it. In the years to come, Annette would do anything to take the sentence back. Henry left the room and burst into Annette's chambers, followed closely by Richard who smiled silkily. He kept his eyes on Brinn. She was incredible -- she'd done it, she'd actually done it. He nodded and mouthed "well done," to her before remaining a respectful distance behind Henry. "And how would you know, Annette?" he asked, keeping his eyes narrow and harsh upon her figure. The girl opened her mouth -- shocked. "M-M-M'lord I was so young -- It was the french King and I had no choice he took me without consent!" she added while she sobbed, breaking into false tears. "I...I didn't want you to think I was...spoiled. I--" "Silence!" Henry said, looking over to his bride-to-be in anger, but also a little pain. "Why didn't you just tell me?" he said softly. Before she could answer, Richard stepped in. "Because m'lord, that's absolute bollocks," he said. Annette broke from her tears and looked up at him with venomous anger. "And what would you know, foolish boy? You're not even a member of the gentry how dare you accuse me of --" Richard simply ignored her. He'd spent too long hiding -- too long in fear of his betters and now, when it came down to it, he'd stand up -- for his King, for his Country, and for his family. It was something that Brinn had taught him to do. He turned to Henry and said "She has been with your father, m'lord. Rumours are she's the reason he caught the sickness in the first place. I mean, how else would she know he has a mark on his left inner thigh shaped exactly like a love heart?" he asked. Annette threw him a sickening smile and before she could think said "No he doesn't! It's the right thigh." Richard only smiled. He had won. The french women had damned herself. Henry charged towards her and took her by the throat, squeezing as hard as he dared -- fortunately, he was not that strong, at the young age of 17. "You--You took my father! You gave him consumption!" "Y-You'd trust the word of a chamber boy over me?" Annette choked out. "He's not a chamber boy!" Henry shouted, turning around towards Richard, letting go of Annette. "He's my brother." The sentence proved one thing -- God existed, and he was watching over Richard. "I..I overheard you the other night. My father...your mother..." Henry started, Richard only nodded. The joining of the two in famlihood gave Annette enough time to hurl towards the window and escape, calling upon her guards and steeling one of the horses as she fled the land. Richard made a dive to go towards the window but Henry took a hold of his arm, shaking his head. "Don't worry -- she won't survive our invasion of France," he said and then muttered something about needing some 'air' and then leaving. Now, only Brinn and Richard were in the room together.
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Post by Kurai on Jan 29, 2017 9:33:12 GMT -5
Brinn had doubted it would work and her shock when Henry burst in was genuine. She took a couple of steps back out of the way of the seething Prince, not wishing to be caught up in his rage. her eyes went to Richard and she offered him a small smile, subtle as not to be seen by the quarreling gentry, but her eyes glimmered brightly showing her excitement. She lifted her chin slightly, proud as Richard stepped forward to defy the Frenchwoman. Gods did she love him for it. Perhaps this was indeed what love felt like, watching as he once more tricked her into messing up. It was the final nail in the coffin and Henry seized Annette by the throat. For a moment the girl was a little fearful, the savagery of the action even if it was well deserved. It was something she heard of often but had never witnessed first hand. Luckily it wasn't aimed at her and she hoped she would never find herself in a situation where such violence was intended for her. She smiled as Henry called Richard his brother, she could see how happy it had made the other boy, he was practically glowing. The womans escape was almost impressive, especially in such a gown as the one she wore. Brinn would have almost been impressed if she hadn't wanted to see the woman punished for her crimes. Henry Stalked away, muttering below his breath and the copper haired girl felt a pang of pity for him. He was young and he would make many mistakes but affairs of the heart were no laughing matter. Silence fell upon them as the door slammed behind him, leaving the two conspirators alone for the first time in what seemed like forever. She hesitated for a moment before running to him, covering the distance in a few easy strides. She threw her arms around him, holding him close. "We did it." She said quietly, almost afraid to believe what two commoners had succeeded in doing. She released him, blushing brightly embarrassed by her actions, but that moment where her arms had wrapped around him had felt so right that she didn't care.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 9:44:58 GMT -5
Brinn had doubted it would work and her shock when Henry burst in was genuine. She took a couple of steps back out of the way of the seething Prince, not wishing to be caught up in his rage. her eyes went to Richard and she offered him a small smile, subtle as not to be seen by the quarreling gentry, but her eyes glimmered brightly showing her excitement. She lifted her chin slightly, proud as Richard stepped forward to defy the Frenchwoman. Gods did she love him for it. Perhaps this was indeed what love felt like, watching as he once more tricked her into messing up. It was the final nail in the coffin and Henry seized Annette by the throat. For a moment the girl was a little fearful, the savagery of the action even if it was well deserved. It was something she heard of often but had never witnessed first hand. Luckily it wasn't aimed at her and she hoped she would never find herself in a situation where such violence was intended for her. She smiled as Henry called Richard his brother, she could see how happy it had made the other boy, he was practically glowing. The womans escape was almost impressive, especially in such a gown as the one she wore. Brinn would have almost been impressed if she hadn't wanted to see the woman punished for her crimes. Henry Stalked away, muttering below his breath and the copper haired girl felt a pang of pity for him. He was young and he would make many mistakes but affairs of the heart were no laughing matter. Silence fell upon them as the door slammed behind him, leaving the two conspirators alone for the first time in what seemed like forever. She hesitated for a moment before running to him, covering the distance in a few easy strides. She threw her arms around him, holding him close. "We did it." She said quietly, almost afraid to believe what two commoners had succeeded in doing. She released him, blushing brightly embarrassed by her actions, but that moment where her arms had wrapped around him had felt so right that she didn't care. Richard just couldn't stop looking at her -- it had all been because of her, you see. If he hadn't admitted his true parentage to her, he would have his brother now. Without the horses, he could not ride, and all in all...he was now the happiest because he could see her eyes. He could see the spark -- the refreshing, exciting glow and now, he guessed, it was for him -- for them. Together. He pulled her in close as she hugged him, making sure every muscle in his arms was dedicated to holding her in all that she was -- the loud mouth, the boldness, the horse-lover, everything...he wanted it all. Not to have some tawdry behind-the-stable affair with, but to keep and to nurture until they were both so old they couldn't see or speak, but could still feel how they felt inside. As soon as she separated he could see the blush on her face. Perhaps, he was reading to much into it, perhaps he risked it all by doing what he then did. But he'd taken a lot of risks recently...and they'd paid off. With one hand, he gently pulled her face up to meet his -- making sure he was as tender as if he was cradling an infant. "You did it Brinn," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. It was no short, or held back kiss. He poured everything into it -- his passion, his affection, his love. And finally, after years of living in confusion and worry, he wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't anxious, or apprehensive, or sad or angry or anything -- he only felt love.
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Post by Kurai on Jan 29, 2017 10:18:27 GMT -5
As he studied her she did the same with him, she could almost see his thoughts forming behind his eyes. She smiled brushing a strand of hair from her face. His boldness took her by surprise, the warm feeling of his fingers brushing against her cheek. She didn't resist as he bought her chin up, her eyes meeting his once more. Perhaps for the first time there was a flicker of nerves in her gaze, but the good kind, mixed with an eager anticipation. Their lips met, playing softly against each other. Sparks shot through her skin at the touch, so gentle and passionate. She couldn't imagine anything being better than this. He broke away but neither stepped back, enjoying the moment. "We did it." She responded, her voice quiet but filled with a gentle warmth. She loved him, there was no denying it and it was obvious in her bright green eyes. "I hope Henry is going to be ok."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 10:36:52 GMT -5
As he studied her she did the same with him, she could almost see his thoughts forming behind his eyes. She smiled brushing a strand of hair from her face. His boldness took her by surprise, the warm feeling of his fingers brushing against her cheek. She didn't resist as he bought her chin up, her eyes meeting his once more. Perhaps for the first time there was a flicker of nerves in her gaze, but the good kind, mixed with an eager anticipation. Their lips met, playing softly against each other. Sparks shot through her skin at the touch, so gentle and passionate. She couldn't imagine anything being better than this. He broke away but neither stepped back, enjoying the moment. "We did it." She responded, her voice quiet but filled with a gentle warmth. She loved him, there was no denying it and it was obvious in her bright green eyes. "I hope Henry is going to be ok." Richard chuckled, forever in admiration of her kindness -- she was supporting a king who had only been rude to her before. He pulled another strand of hair out of her eyes as he looked into them. "Well, this may come as a surprise to you," he said "but I'm not actually thinking about Henry right now." And with that, he pulled her into another kiss, lifting her up and spinning her around with the happiness that was to be expected by reuniting with the love of your life and your brother in the same day. He offered her an arm, knowing that the ride back to the castle was long and arduous but all the more pleasant now that she was here. He'd like to get back there as soon as possible -- they'd need to serve the King while on the journey, which left little room for anything else. And after two days, they were once again back at Richmond Palace. The ambassador of france had mysteriously vanished, and Henry's father was still on his last legs -- nothing had changed, except Richard was now finally complete. The soon-to-be King gave Richard some leave, and he planned to spend each and every moment he could with Brinn. As they slid off the horses at the stables, Richard helping Brinn off of hers -- not out of the fact she needed it, rather he wanted an excuse to do something as simple as hold her hand -- he smiled and spoke up. "So, should we start cleaning out the stalls again? Or...something more romantic?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 12:01:11 GMT -5
It felt as though she was walking on clouds, everything felt light and nothing could dampen her mood. Her mount sensed her elation and jogged restlessly beneath her. The familiar grounds of Richmond Palace were a welcome sight after a long journey. The return ride had been a little more relaxed than the outward journey, but they still made good time. She took his hand as she slipped down from her horse. The moments contact enough to bring the smile back to her lips. "You know I think the boys can handle it." She responded, the idea of romance was new to her and she had no idea where to begin. However she knew she would follow him wherever he led. "What did you have in mind?" She asked, a slight smirk touching the corners of her lips. [[Sorry this took so long I got distracted with drag race.]] Richard smiled -- quite satisfied with the idea that the romance was left up to his imagination. He didn't have a lot of money, but while he'd spent the journey reveling in the knowledge of his new love -- he'd also reveled in the knowledge that Henry recognized him as a brother. He was talking knighthoods, earldom and the like, but Richard refused on the grounds that Brinn wouldn't want to be locked up inside a court all day long. It was a careful friendship, but the King seemed to understand that -- and had said he'd be talking with a few others on something else he thought Richard could do for him. Either way, a purse full of 100 crowns was now in his hands. And Richard planned to spend all that money on Brianna. He planned to spend his whole lie with Brianna, if he could. And tonight he'd ask her the same. He turned to her and cupped her hands. "In one hour go to the bath-house in the castle -- they'll give you the whole thing to yourself, I'll make sure of it. They'll be hot towels and plenty of clothes to choose from. I know you'd rather spend it with the horses -- but you deserve a rest. You need a rest. Afterwards, meet me at the stables tonight. I have a surprise planned." He pecked her cheek and then ran off to his rooms, planning what would hopefully be a night to remember.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 29, 2017 12:18:42 GMT -5
(I'll reply in a bit once I'm on my laptop!)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 29, 2017 12:22:52 GMT -5
(I'll reply in a bit once I'm on my laptop!) [[thats fine silv. I'm going to hte hsops bbl ]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 29, 2017 12:42:29 GMT -5
[[Ok so I had a smoothie before pilaties for breakfast and by the time it got to the exercise heavy bit of it (not the massage bit) I felt so sick I could hardly do a single thing. That's the last time I ever eat something healthy -_- ]] Ailsa squirmed visibly at the sight of all the dresses. It looked like things Maggie would wear -- so complicated and frivolous. Up north she could get away with something simpler, bit now she had to spend time getting dressed and looking nice. Time that could be spent doing something more enjoyable. But the reminder of burning to death weighed heavily on her mind, so she closed her eyes and spun her finger. Eventually, the girl landed on the soft blue gown, and she roughly picked it up and started to undress right there and then. She turned to Elias before she took off her armour. She was about to tell him to look away, but instead she just looked at him, smiled devilshy, then shrugged before turning back round and stripping off her undershirt. Then, she put on the fanciful under-clothes, followed by the corset, tightening it up as much as she dared before she placed over the sky-blue gown, letting the satin weave fall to the floor. She then slipped her feet inside the shoes and placed the jewels over her neck, fastening them at the back. There. Done. She turned around to face Elias. Her upper chest could be seen and the beauty of her pale face matched the dress so beautifully it was like she was surrounded by nature itself. The jewels sparkled like her dark-storm eyes did, and her hair was softly blown out of the way of her face thanks to the wind. "I...I look ridiculous," she said, a rose tint threatening to turn into a full blown blush. Elias chuckled lightly at her small squirm and fidgeting towards the dresses laid out before her and he watched as she randomly selected one. The blue. He rather liked that one and out of all three it was perhaps his first choice for her. He watched her as she gathered everything else and then began to undress. As she began to strip off her clothing and flash him a smile he rolled his eyes lightly and took to plucking some bark off of the stump he sat on. Though his eyes did drift up to glance over her bare back and shoulders. As her clothing was tugged on he watched as Ailsa seemingly transformed in front of him from the gruff and rough knight a moment ago to now the...well rather stunning young lady before him. He rose to his feet and approached her a moment. Without warning her he reached and out wiped a bit of her smudged makeup off from around her eyes and then wiped it onto his trousers. Then he nodded lightly to her, giving a small laugh at her comment as well, "You do not look ridiculous m'lady, on the contrary you look rather lovely." he told her, smiling lightly at her. As he had said, a man of honesty and truth, if she looked as she did he would tell her properly. He crossed his arms over his chest then and thought a moment more, "You will be at a funeral correct?" he murmured a bit to himself. After a moment of thought he offered her his arm, "Show me your walk when accompanied." he told her simply as he motioned ahead of them.
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Post by Kurai on Jan 29, 2017 13:19:48 GMT -5
She nodded in acceptance, she had never had the pleasure and she wasn't about to turn down such a kind offer. She would have enjoyed spending time with the horses, but they could wait. "I will see you tonight." With a little time before she needed to be at the bath-house she quickly checked on the horses, each lifted their heads and whinnied in greeting. She smiled at their familiarity and felt a little bad that she was rushing off almost immediately. Gritting her teeth she knew she should return to the cottage of her father. A place she didn't consider her own home, more a place she was obligated to visit from time to time. She hadn't informed him of where she had been going and he would no doubt be furious about her absence. She stepped across the threshold, the stench of stale alcohol assaulting her almost instantly. It almost seemed colder inside than out, telling her that he hadn't bothered to light a fire in many days. "Father?" She called out, a questioning note in her tone. His voice was slurred but laced with anger, using her full name. She rolled her eyes but moved through to where he was sitting. As predicted he was slumped in his chair, a bottle in hand glaring at her. "And where have you been you little witch?" He said with a scowl, taking a swig from his bottle. She didn't know how to respond, of course she could tell him the truth but of course he wouldn't believe her. "I had to accompany the Prince. He needed someone capable with the horses." Coming here made her angry and she didn't know why she bothered, the things you did for family. "I just wanted to check you hadn't drunk yourself into an early grave." She said turning on her heel and stalking back out, taking a deep breath to calm herself. After that a bath was just what she needed. As Richard had said the bath-house was empty, and although a little unsure she undressed, stepping into the steaming water. It was unlike anything she had known before, there were even petals floating on the surface. After several long days of riding nothing could have felt better, submerging herself beneath the water, her red hair dark with moisture. A short time later she was browsing through the selection of clothes laid out for her. She had barely any idea what she was looking at, or even how any of these garments worked. This was why she much prefered her breeches and oversized blouse. She eventually selected a jade green dress, the simplest choice out of the overly ornate selection. It was square cut at the front and rather more revealing than she was comfortable with, but incredibly flattering to a figure she usually had hidden beneath clothes too large for her. It was almost time to meet with Richard and she quickly attempted to take her copper locks, twisting her hair in to a messy bun, leaving a few strands of ringlets loose. She glanced at herself in the reflective surface and sighed. It was as far from her usual attire as she could get but the best she could do with the selection she had been given. With that she headed towards their meeting point.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 29, 2017 16:33:43 GMT -5
"I..I'm fine," Margaret called out between the hurls. Finally when they came to an end she took a swig of single malt she kept in her hip flask and stood up, walking back out. "I do apologise greatly ma'am, I have only a sensitive stomach and the strange foods must have made me quite ill," she said. Of course, it was all a lie. Her stomach was so strong she could handle even the bizarre Scottish diet her husband's court fed on. As they left the room, Margaret heard the sound of a bayonette and instantly put her hands to her belly. As soon as she realized what she'd done she pulled her hands down -- shocked and worried. "Stupid hunters," she muttered, before hurrying towards her room. ((Sorry this took me so long. I don't really have an excuse but here is it)) Inez nodded at Margaret's excuse even though it was noticeably flimsy considering the fact that she had been raised in the english court and the fact that Margaret had eaten scarcely a bit of all the food that 'Thomas' had served to both Margaret and Catherine about this all. However, when Margaret's hands shot to her stomach upon hearing the gunshots in the movement that Inez remembered her own mother doing in her last pregnancy which had ended with a still birth when Inez was nine Inez's eyebrows shot up into the air. She remembered Margaret's limited appetite and the vomiting she had just done. "Your Highness," she began tentatively. "Are you pregnant."
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