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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 6:33:05 GMT -5
I'm not going to be up much longer myself, Sleep well)
She scattered the new straw, before fishing a treat from the pocket of her tattered woolen jumper to offer the horse. It snuffled the treat appreciatively, black muzzle rubbing against her palm, mostly its attention was on the girl although one ear was flicked in the direction of the strange boy. She too was half focused on the boy, there was an air to him that made her want to trust him and he seemed wretched at having to tell her his thoughts.
The story he told was heart wrenching in a way she couldn't explain, He was clearly implying she had the potential to fill the shoes of the washer woman and it was a role she had no intention of playing. Still should she find herself in such a situation she couldn't know how she would deal with it, especially if the person who came knocking was the prince himself.
"You know I could almost convince myself you cared." She said with a smirk, not looking at him, instead focusing on the gangly black horse, rubbing the broad white marking that ran down the center of his face. "It's no use dwelling on what might happen, I hear the Prince bores quickly and is as easily distracted as a untrained hound. Lets hope those rumours are true." She smiled at his final statement. "You know if you wanted to learn to ride you could have just said." And like that it was forgotten. She lived with the philosophy that a person should take each day as it came, there was no point concerning yourself with 'what ifs'. [[gooood morning! I slept so long. I'm so happy ouo]] She was right -- young princes moved form one fancy to the next at the drop of a hat, and inside the palace walls many young women would be making themselves available to him. Yet, he was unlikely to take a mistress before he was actually wed, and that question would most likely not be solved at speed -- if the rumours were true about who he intended to take for a bride. "I'll...take care of it. How I'll do that is still a mystery but I suppose I might as well get used to sorting out the distractions of such a young King...his father was elderly by the time I came into his service," he said. Richard put the shovel to one side and slicked back his hair, the faintest droplets of sweat christening his hard work. "And as for caring...I suppose I just want to do my christian duty to protect good interests," the phrase was a fob off -- a way of avoiding the real question. Truth was, he hadn't decided if he cared yet. He shouldn't, a girl so brash was dangerous, yet the spark she had was so invigorating he almost felt he had to protect it, as he would if he found a diamond in a pile of broken glass. Riding. That was an interesting question. And a better question than 'caring'. A less dangerous question. Yet, as ever, Richard turned to the practical side. He shook his head. "I'd never have a use for it -- a chamber boy doesn't need to ride. I never did for the dying King anyway, he wasn't as active by the time I came into his service." However, he didn't sound convincing, the little smile was still on his face and the small hope of learning something he'd always wanted to twinkled in his eyes. [[Can I move Annette into the RP? The plan I sort of had for her was she moves in and starts chasing the Prince around and Richard tries to stop her with the help of Brinn cause he knows how dangerous she is (for reasons I am yet to decide). It's totally fine if you had a different plot in mind though.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 7:37:53 GMT -5
Richard laughed "Well, I'll have help. King's have advisers for a reason," he said. That being said, his advisers often had their own agendas. However, Richard's only agenda was doing his duty to the best of his ability -- like he'd been taught, by both his parents, masters, and his god.
However, when he mentioned christindom to Brinn she did little but scoff. It wasn't a heritic's reaction in itself...but perhaps she'd heard of tales from abroad, of reformations and new prayer books -- in English, not Latin. Richard shook his head, he preferred the piety of catholisism, but knew faith could change when the monarchy needed it to. Perhaps, if Henry really didn't marry Lady Katherine, Brinn would get her wish.
As she put things by, Richard awkwardly placed the shovel back where he got it -- not knowing what to do apart from that. Her offer of riding still hung in his ears. He'd have to consider it...think about it. But no doubt it was tempting. "I may perhaps decide to learn one day...one day, when Henry the younger is truly my King. For right now, I must tend to the dying King...I..."
He wanted to see more of her -- but didn't quite know how to say it. Should he invite her onto cleaning staff? No, she'd hate serving the nobility more directly. Perhaps he could invite her to mass? No, if she truly was a reformist then she'd feel very uncomfortable. Perhaps he'd just have to wait, and hope, the King summoned his horse again.
"Th..Thank you. For your company and your service," he said finally, bowing as low as he would if he was addressing an earl or duke. Then, without another word, Richard turned tail and headed back towards the porch, dusting the golden flakes of straw and dust off of his blue doublet and tying his black locks back with another a piece of twine. He had just about pulled it into a double bow when he was bumped into by a figure rushing to the stables.
If it had been another stable hand he would have frowned, as they didn't apologise in any way. But as he turned back around and saw the french-style train on the back of her dress, he knew exactly who it was. She wasn't usually this rude, but he had bumped into her earlier on the way to the stables.
Now, the sweat really was starting to pour from his brow. Lady Annette Roux was nothing but trouble, especially at the turn of the crowns.
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It was filthy, truly filthy. But it would be worth it. It had taken some sweet talking, but one of Henry the VII's chamber-boys had admitted his son was on a ride. Of course, she had pretended to remain calm and serene but inside her mind had raced. As soon as she was able to, she made her way to the stables, in the most hurried fashion a lady could perform, and still remain presentable.
Straw had fringed the rouge velvet at the hem of her gown, she tried to smile past the stable-flies attempting to land on her varnished lips or settled pearl head-dress. "My dear, can you prepare a horse for me as fast as you can. It's frightfully important -- I've just received word my sister is stuck in a a tree, the poor thing, and will only have the strength to make it down if I am present. Time is of the essence, her strength is fading." Anette didn't have a sister, but the situation was still urgent to her -- the new King, alone, unmarried...she had a chance, a chance to change the history of England.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 8:20:09 GMT -5
"Of course," Annette said, with just a hint of offense in her tone. To presume a lady, such as she was, would ride as a man would was nothing short of deviant. However, she had no intention of giving the stable girl any more attention than she had to -- her mind was in much more important things. Once she was handed the reigns she slid atop the beast with smoothness and grace, as if she had practiced it a thousand times. Truth was, she had practiced it a thousand times. Her whole life, Annette had been obsessed with the fine points of being a Lady of the Court. She knew how to dress, how to act, how to dance, how to sew -- she was fluent in English, Latin and Greek (oh, and French of course) and it showed in the way she held herself.
She situated her back tall as she sat on the horse, the tops of her breasts showing out of her square-neck corset. Henry's father had always been fond of such parts of the female form, perhaps his son would too. One last check to make sure any strands of her black hair were tucked into her french-style hair-hood, and off she rode, ignoring the stable girl -- her eyes set on the prize that was currently in the woods somewhere.
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Richard just stood there. He never liked Annette, even before she'd wormed her way into the royal sheets. But after what he discovered about her true motive, he held nothing but hatred for the french noblewoman. However, what could he do? A chamber-boy did not have the coquettish charms of a noble woman, and unless Henry the soon to be VIII was a sodomite, he was but a candle against Annette Roux's roaring fire.
As soon as she had ridden off he spent some time thinking. Henry was an ar*e, but he was still going to be the King. And if Richard had anything in life, it was his sense of duty and purpose. He wouldn't see the young prince die heir-less and unmarried. He wouldn't let the country repeat the war of the roses -- they had only just come out of it. So he slid back towards the stable, and back to the one person in the palace grounds that might be brave enough, or foolish enough, to aid him.
"I need your help," he said to Brinn.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 14, 2017 8:48:32 GMT -5
[[Ahh that's fine, truth be told I should probably be cleaning or shopping or something. See you soon!]]
Richard moved into the stable and shut the door on it. No one was outside, and he'd be able to hear anyone approaching -- so he could tell Brinn exactly what he knew, and why, out of all the wrong doings that are seen by courtiers, this was the worst that he knew of.
"Annette Roux desires to be Queen. Think about it -- not just mistress, but Queen. She approaches Henry before he marries, trying to use her nobility in France as a selling point for marriage. Normally, I wouldn't be concerned with what wife the King chooses but..."
Richard looked around once more, leaned in to make sure that without a shadow of a doubt, no one could hear them. "Henry the VII is dying because of her. I can't explain how -- but only after she visited his bed-chamber did the consumption take a hold of him. Trust me, she looks like any lady, but that woman has a curse upon her more vile than any witch could perform. She holds the power of a demon sent from Lucifer himself."
It sounded insane, even when he'd told the priest he'd been cleansed for demon's himself. But something inside of him told him that Brinn might just believe him, and might just work with him to stop the second King from dying.
"please...I don't want there to be another succession war. That'll happen if Henry the VIII dies."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 9:37:54 GMT -5
[This looks so amazing I love historical omg I'm totally going to join at some point]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 15:38:02 GMT -5
[[waaaah lovely people ❤️❤️❤️. I'll respond properly in an hour or two I'm on my phone rn but yay ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 19:09:39 GMT -5
She leant back against one of the stable doors, watching him as he closed the doors behind him. Whatever he had to say was clearly important and she was glad the other lads were out. She let out a breath, laced with nerves. A deel feeling that whatever he was about to say was likely to change her life forever.
She didn't tend to know the nobles by name but given the circumstance of his admission she thought it safe to assume the woman she had just encountered was this Annette Roux. Her eyes widened in surprise, what he was suggesting was treason. If this woman truly had anything to do with the old Kings immanant demise then she had commited a crime that could end with life in the tower, a short fall with a quick stop or even a date with the executioners axe.
"You seriously think she could have caused the King's illness?" Her voice was a little sceptical but she believed him. He would see much more than any regular servant of the crown and he would know when something was amiss. She hadn't senesed anything off about the woman, but then she had payed her as little attention as she could without getting herself in to trouble.
She hated the term witch, many times when she was younger she remembered her mother being called such names. All because she had knowledge of herbs and healing poultices. Brinn had kept all of her ledgers secret for fear of what people might have thought of her. She brushed that train of thought aside for the more pressing conversation this boy presented.
"What do you think I would be able to do to help. I don't even know your name?" She Said realising he had asked her name but she hadn't returned the courtesy. She too couldn't bare another war. Of course she was you Richard heard the skepticism in her voice, but it wasn't an outright denial. As much as he'd tried to persuade a few of the other chamber-boys, they'd never done anything but laugh or frown. Now, finally, someone was giving him a second chance to explain. So with a smirk on his face, he stood up a little straighter and went to explain; "Annette Roux arrived six months ago from Paris. My uncle is...was...a serving boy for the Baron of Créteil. I received a small portion of money left to me in his will and a letter -- telling me that my uncle had died of "peste blanche". Which is 'White Plague' in English. "I thought little of it -- until the rumors of Annette Roux started to fly. Her father shut her away in her chambers as soon as she got to England -- she didn't even have an official audience with the King. Virtually all the court was convinced that she was with child and her father had hidden her away until such a time that the babe was born, so he could have it sent somewhere. "Yet, my uncle told me much about the french -- and that is not the way they do things. I used the money from my uncle's inheritance to bribe one of her ladies in waiting...she was not with child, she had caught consumption. Well, I thought she would die, but low and behold she emerges four months later and does nothing to quell the rumors that she was with child..." Richard put his arms against the stable door and took a sharp breath in. If only he'd been able to do something. If only he had done something...maybe he wouldn't be faced with Henry's death today. "A week later she visited the King. A week after that, he came down with the first bout of consumption. It cannot be coincidence." He looked up towards Brinn. She'd accepted him, and honored him, especially when he hadn't deserved it. Her refreshment -- the life about her, was starting to bring a little life back to him too, and he couldn't help but feel happy about it. "It's Richard, Richard Keating, son of Edith Harrington and John Keating."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 19:10:40 GMT -5
[[Ok, I'm back. Sorry for taking so long things got intense with the fam >n<]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 19:11:30 GMT -5
[This looks so amazing I love historical omg I'm totally going to join at some point] [[Heyoo! ouo Thank you for wanting to join! Welcome and if you have any questions/want to do a spesific plot/whatever I'm your girl.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 15, 2017 20:24:54 GMT -5
[[lol np my rping's probably off tonight thanks to drama with lil cousins.]]
"It's rare," Richard said. "But people have been known to survive. Not common folk, but royals, with their clean clothes and constant doting -- perhaps god favored her. Or perhaps she sold her soul to the devil. It's blasphemous to talk of such things," he said, quickly touching his forehead, both shoulders and his sternum in the sign of the cross to quickly cleanse his soul of such monstrosities. It felt...proper, to do such a thing. No doubt, Brinn didn't feel the same way, so he quickly changed the subject onto her next question."
He started to walk up and down the stable, ignoring the straw clinging to his boot-frame or the flies in the air starting to land on his doublet. "We can't do a thing. No, the Prince will never listen to us. What we need to do is what servants have done for generations -- get the noblewoman to mess up and tell him herself."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 17, 2017 8:10:32 GMT -5
[[@kuarai ono whered you go ]]
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Post by CrestHunter on Jan 17, 2017 16:20:16 GMT -5
((This RP looks lovely. Will try to work on a character soon.))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 17, 2017 17:53:51 GMT -5
[[Hey that's no problem at all! Just hope you're okay and all that's all. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 17, 2017 18:20:28 GMT -5
((This RP looks lovely. Will try to work on a character soon.)) [[Yay! Welcome! Any questions or anything just ask me]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 7:28:39 GMT -5
[[ what do you work as? And trust me it's no bother, shorter posts mean faster rp, and longer posts mean more detailed responses to look forward to. I win either way. Besides, your rp style is quite adept. Big rp change coming up, I pre-wrote this earlier, just pester me if you want me to change it.]] Richard was just about to reply with one of his schemes to take down Annette Roux, when all of a sudden he could hear the sound of hooves on solid stone. God, had all that time passed already? "I'll meet you tonight, be ready!" he shouted to Brinn as he rushed outside the stable and to the court-yard where Henry could be found, slipping off of his stallion and landing on the ground, just leaving the horse to toddle off. "'I'll meet you tonight, be ready' eh? So you're taking the stable girl from your King, is that it? Well, good on you boy, she's a pretty thing...for a night, at least," the Prince said. Richard's face tinted a little red, both with embarrassment and anger. Normally he wouldn't dare talk back to the King, especially after this morning. But he seemed to be in a good mood -- and he was protecting Brinn's honor. "Oh, for more than a night, I think. She's a good woman, your grace," Richard said. He could see Henry was a little taken back by his boldness, but thankfully, he was still amused. "Well, why don't you make an honest women of her then? I'm doing the same to Annette Roux." "Y-Your Majesty?" Henry laughed, quelling his surprise with an answer. "Father always wanted to see me marry before his death. He will be too ill to travel, but you are his closest confidant -- you will be there, yes? Take your girl with you -- they always like to get married. I'm sure she'll be thrilled. Richard was speechless. He couldn't refuse the King. He couldn't do anything -- what on earth would he do?! Now Annette wasn't the only problem on his mind. Oh god, Brinn was going to kill him...Perhaps it would be better to get the chopping block after all. "Well, what are you waiting for, go and give her the good news! We'll set out tomorrow morning. The four of us and a few of my guards, to keep the sermon safe, lest Spain get wind of it. The chapel is three days ride from here -- a special place to Annette. We ride soon," the seventeen year old prince exclaimed, marching back through the porch and into the palace. He needed to stop Annette -- that's what was important. So he marched into the stable to tell Brinn the 'good' news, that they finally had close access to Annette. But when he got there he stopped. There she was sweeping, minding her own business all the while remaining radiantly beautiful. He saw that beauty now, fresh and wild, unlike the powder-faces in court. He needed to get out more often. He needed to see her more often -- even if it meant giving up what was most important -- the King. So with his next sentence, he commited treason, by not giving up everything for his King. "Brinn..." he said softly, not wanting to ruin anything. "He's...he's going to marry her. The Prince will die."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 12:17:38 GMT -5
(I'm totally joining by the way, Are there any characters the RP lacks or any guidance I should be aware? Are there any particular real life charries the RP needs?)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 12:24:24 GMT -5
(I'm totally joining by the way, Are there any characters the RP lacks or any guidance I should be aware? Are there any particular real life charries the RP needs?) [[awoooo! yay. We will be needing Catherine of Aragon soon (ish) but she can be a shared role for anyone's convenience. But that means a role which compliments her (a lady in waiting or what not) could be used Apart from that, nothing, just pick what you want to do and have fun. I can always make additional charries to rp with yours.]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 12:30:46 GMT -5
(Okay, I'll make a lady in waiting at some point x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 14:25:30 GMT -5
Player name: ✿ ѕємρєя мαgιѕ ✿
Name: Marion 'Marie' Sheffield
Were they real: No
Position: Lady-in-waiting (I wouldn't imagine she's relevant yet but yeah)
Personal History description: Marion is the daughter of a noble family, and as the eldest and the fairest of the daughters in the family, it had been decided from a young age that she would become a lady-in-waiting in the courts and try to compete for the King's (or at least a rich lord's) attention - it was well-known that if one could get the King's attention and become his mistress, you held a lot of power in the court and even had a more-than-decent chance of becoming the next Queen if anything happened to the King's wife. Marion didn't much care for this decision, nor did she have any part in it, but she wasn't about to disobey her parents and ruin the perfect example she had set for her younger sisters.
Personality description: Marion is more introverted than is normal for a lady-in-waiting, who usually seek to partake in the rowdiness of court life in order to fit in. But perhaps her quite, reserved grace is part of some sort of plan from Marion. You see, it is this quietness that sets her apart from the other ladies and distinguishes her, something which very well may earn the attention she is meant to be looking for.
That is something about Marion that unsettles many people. She is calm, calculated and intelligent, which gives her an air of mystery that many mistrust. If anything happened in the court, Marion would probably be the first to blame. The finger of superstition always ends up pointing at her if it gets the chance, even if she is completely innocent of any wrongdoing.
She isn't rude of cold, most actually find her quite pleasant company, or they would if it wasn't the fact that she seemed to be analysing and calculating everything. However, it is this very quality that keeps her at the top of the food chain in the court, which keeps her alive during treacherous times. Marion might be difficult to trust, but nobody can say she doesn't know how to survive
Physical description: Marion is very beautiful, a quality most desired among ladies-in-waiting. She is tall and slim and graceful, with skin as pale as ivory. She has a head of straight, sandy-blonde hair which she keeps in the styles accepted by the court. She has a heart-shaped face and delicate features as well as dark blue eyes, framed with long and dark eyelashes. She is beautiful, but in a delicate way, not in an eye-catching way.
Family: N/A
Religion (like, publicly): Catholic
Misc: N/A
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 18, 2017 14:33:58 GMT -5
Player name: ✿ ѕємρєя мαgιѕ ✿
Name: Agnes Wright
Were they real: No
Position: Maid
Personal History description: Agnes was a poor orphan on the streets, until sone day when she was a teenager she got lucky enough to be spotted by a servant at the courts, who got her a job there, hoping to help the girl turn her life around. She's travelled all over the country - she's originally from Wales - and was rewarded with the opportunity to work at Henry's courts, something she is grateful for every single day
Personality description: Agnes is naturally loud, with a dry sense of humour. She has learned to hold her tongue, however, and can control her wit most of the time. She does, however, have a somewhat argumentative temperament and can struggle to keep control of this.
She is the court's resident fiery Welshwoman and is rather intelligent, with the knowledge of when to pick her battles and when to hold her tongue. She is unafraid of working hard and hopes that one day the hard work will pay off.
Physical description: Agnes is petite and curvy, with a solid build, almost athletic but most definitely sturdy and slim. She has thick copper-toned curls which would fall down to her mid-back if it weren't for the simple styles she puts it up in. She has an oval-shaped face with a wide jaw, high and sharp cheekbones and bright green eyes. She has freckles on her nose and cheeks and even on her shoulders, along with a slightly snub nose. She has an overall charming look about her - even though she looks very different from the delicate ladies of the court, she is undoubtedly rather pretty.
Family: N/A
Religion (like, publicly): Catholic
Misc: N/A
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 18, 2017 15:42:39 GMT -5
I work for Guide Dogs, means I'm out in the cold a lot and its just draining.)
She returned to her work, all of the increased traffic had spread straw all over the pathways between stalls. She was incredibly fussy when it came to the cleanliness of her stables, which seemed a little counter productive when you considered how quickly the area got dirty. She was clearing the pile in to a barrow when the red stallion came barging through the door. Much like his owner the stallion was brutish and loud, whinnying to the other horses in the stable and causing a fuss.
"Easy boy." She said grasping his reins and leading him in to his stall, quickly removing his tack. HIs flanks were coated in sweat, a sign the Prince had ridden him hard. It meant more work for her now and she cursed him under her breath. She got to work quickly, sponging down his flanks and brushing him off before pulling a rug over him, having to tip toe to reach.
She could hear the two conversing outside but she didn't care enough to listen in, nt when she was so busy. She smiled to herself as she worked, thinking back to her conversation. It was a morbid topic and one that could get them both killed, but it made such a nice change to have someone to speak to who knew more than a handful of words.
She ran a soft comb through the stallions black mane, the horse seemed to calm below her touch. It looked around at her and she began to sing softly to it. Tall ears fixed on her for a moment before its head lowered in relaxation. "You're a sweet boy under all that bad behavior." She said before letting herself out of the stall. She jumped as she almost walked directly into Richard.
"Are you trying to kill me!" She exclaimed, not having expected to see him until much later. She was about to scold him further when he spoke. Her heart sunk at his words, they had been left with no time to deal with this issue. "Well he sure does move fast." She said sternly. "We need to come up with a plan, sooner rather than later." She still held out hope that the grey mare would throw the vile French woman and solve the issue for them.
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