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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:36:34 GMT -5
[[character's are up. As well as another one to rp with 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 ]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 18:44:30 GMT -5
(That's my name! What's going on??)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 18:52:50 GMT -5
[[Okay, so, plan. Elias is a groundskeeper, right? So how about Ailsa (my rough and ready scottish knight princess thing (on the front page) ) gets into an argument with a high ranking court official, who accuses her of being a witch. She's really worried and goes to the river to pray to nature or something weird like that, Elias catches her and takes pity on her asking her whats wrong, she explains that people think she's a witch cause she acts like a skyrim npc and then Elias teaches her how to be ladylike, in turn, she teaches him a knight's code of honour and knight-ish things and then says he can become a knight in Scotland or an even higher ranking official]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 18:56:22 GMT -5
(*Trump voice* I love it. It's perfect. Everything about it is perfect. It's the best. We're the best. *back to reality* But, for real, I love that idea and it sounds perfect to me! Ailsa, is it said similar to Elsa?)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 19:10:21 GMT -5
(*Trump voice* I love it. It's perfect. Everything about it is perfect. It's the best. We're the best. *back to reality* But, for real, I love that idea and it sounds perfect to me! Ailsa, is it said similar to Elsa?) [[Oh my god that's so well timed considering what I just posted on cirabeth xD But yes, pronounced more ale-sa then elle-sa. I'll post a starter tomorrow now I must sleep. Hopefully the yellow glasses did their job]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 19:11:23 GMT -5
(Goodnight Lil! Sleep tight!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 23, 2017 11:09:25 GMT -5
(Sorry I poofed!) Lydia smiled at the two conversing and sighed happily at the sunshine hitting her face. At the mention of her talking about her brother she blushed lightly and shrugged, "It keeps my mind off of the wretched people in the court." she commented with a little laugh. Elias nodded in return and he chuckled lightly at the mention and nodded. "I suppose I am quite the topic to talk about." he joked lightly with a fake air of pride. He wasn't anything like those within the walls of the castle, he preferred this. The quiet he had outside. Then he nodded once more to Agnes, "I do believe it's been years or so since we've actually talked, it's good to see you again." he told her politely, smiling warmly to her. "Yes, it's most definitely been a long time since we last spoke. Still, I can't say I've changed much. I still get into as much trouble as I did when I was ten, and I still rely on your sister to keep me sane." Agnes replied with a friendly smile, glancing at Lydia with a cheeky grin as she did. Agnes was quickly warming up to this young man. He seemed pleasant, and he'd made some funny jokes, which instantly put him in Agnes' good books. She appreciated someone who made jokes. So she decided she'd probably get on with Elias just fine. It was nice, definitely, to meet someone new, especially when one had a friend by their side. Lydia already had a relationship with Elias, so Agnes' conversation came easily and with confidence.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 23, 2017 11:23:51 GMT -5
"You know asking me twice won't make me any more likely to say yes." Marion replied "Behave yourself. I'll meet you tomorrow" -- The next morning and Marion was hurrying out to meet Thomas. She was already late, and she hated being late. God how she hated being late. When she saw him though, she looked him up and down and smiled, nodding "You look perfect. Alright then, are you ready to do this? And try not to say anything rude in Spanish this time. Catherine knows significantly more Spanish than I do, obviously, so you have better watch yourself. Be charming, but not vulgar. Try to just act the part of a young lord, okay? And for God's sakes, be polite to Henry. (Sorry if it's short I'm on a tablet) [[nah you're fine I'm pretty short anyway]] "Henry who?" Thomas joked, then smoothed his hair back once more. "Don't worry about it," he rolled back his shoulders and wore a smirk on his face -- quite happy at the opportunity he'd been given. He had wanted to meet the Spaniard for a long time, and now, there was the chance to do so. He maintained a light and bouncy walk the majority of the way, making sure he kept a goodhearted smile on his face and a spring in his step. Every courtier he met on his way to Katherine he nodded at, even those bellow him. Once arrived at the chambers he smoothed himself down one last time. "Let me do the talking as to why I'm here, alright? I've got a pretty decent excuse," he said, waiting for Marion to open the doors and let him inside. [ ]"Alright, fine" Marion replied "but don't mess this up, alright?" With that she opened the door to admit Thomas, allowing him to step inside before her. Inside would be the future king and his future wife - though hopefully she wouldn't be he wife for longer. "Hello, Your Majesties" she began "My apologies for not being in your service for a short time this mornng, but I was greeting my brother, Thomas, whom I would like to present to you now"
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Post by ashrain on Jan 23, 2017 13:06:04 GMT -5
Inez stiffened from her position to Princess Catalina right and she wrinkled up her nose a little as she thought. She could have sworn that Marie was the oldest child and any brothers that she might have as a result would be too young to be this stranger who was stood in front of the King and Princess Catalina. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the Marie what was she playing at and why was she pretending that he was her brother.
((Catalina was Catherine's spanish name so to speak as opposed to Catherine which is the anglicised version so I thought it made sense that that was what she called her and she'd view Catherine as princess because she's still the Princess of Aragon.))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 17:28:13 GMT -5
Thomas took that as his queue and dipped low, offering his deepest respects. He smiled silky and did not approach until beckoned forward by the curious Catherine. “Your highness,” he said. “It’s my honour to approach you – my sister speaks so highly of you all the time. I’ve travelled far from England and in my time I’ve seen many great countries and great works of beauty,” the ‘Sheffield’ brother added, standing back up and making sure his sky blue eyes met Katherine’s at all times. Her beauty was rather remarked, with blissful red hair and one of the palest faces he’d ever seen. Getting paid to seduce a Spanish beauty? This was the easiest job he’d ever taken. As he slid his hand behind him to find the ‘gifts’ he’d brought for Catherine, he noticed a girl – one of the ladies in waiting – throwing him a shady glance. Someone not believing they are who they said they were? Well….he knew only one way to solve that. He made sure lady Catherine was not looking first, but when she glanced away at the sound of a bird call outside, he winked at the girl – perhaps a little attention from the ‘fine sailor’ would shut him up. Perhaps he’d get two birds with one stone. Katherine and her lady friend. When she looked back around Thomas held out berries – sweet black-currants, that he’d dusted with a tiny smidgen of poppy powder to make extra special. “These fruits are unique, madam,” he said, “rumour has it they can make one feel quite pleasant.” *** Catherine hated lateness, she was graceful about it – usually – but she expected more out of Marion. After all, the girl had been a gift off of the Tudor family when she’d intended to wed Henry the VII after Arthur died. Of course, that didn’t last long, the poor man was too cut up over the death of his wife. But now she would get the queendom she was promised -- as Henry’s son’s bride. They’d been conversing for some time now, and she was fond of the attractive young prince. One might even say she was in love with him. But her thoughts were distracted from Henry as a newcomer came into the room – Marion had finally arrived, with the ‘long lost brother’ she’d been raving about. Catherine had given him an audience to welcome him back to England after his travels. And while she was aware of Inez’s stiff looks towards Marion throughout the speech, she brushed that off as petty squabbles resurfacing – she didn’t want it to be anything more. She was just a bit too interested in this newcomer. So unlike Marion – who knew that girl held such an exotic in her family. Catherine was not enthralled, but was not bored – her interest had been piqued. With a smile, she took one of the black-currants, popping it straight into her mouth. The euphoria started to take her straight away, and for some reason she felt like she didn’t have to be so proper all of a sudden. A bigger smile came to her lips. “Gracias, senōr Sheffield,” she said, keeping her eyes locked with his at all times. *** [[ 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 here’s our starter]] “Is there anything more unsightly, than the sight of a woman, in a pub,” Thomas Howard sneered, leaning his elbows against the bar-top as he looked at Ailsa throwing darts at a spare piece of wood. “Maybe your c*ck?” Alisa hit back with, ribbing the dregs of ale around her mouth on her white-shirt sleeve. Thomas instantly stood up and a few of his friends – other men of peerage, went in front of the dart board and directly into Alisa’s view. Clearly, his grace hadn’t taken kindly to the insult. Alisa made sure she was wearing her most miserable and grumped face when she turned to look at the Duke of Norfolk. The Duke of Norfolk – such a pathetic title, for such a pathetic man. All it meant was The King of England’s b*tch, and Ailsa didn’t think much of anyone in England – King or not. Save perhaps Margaret, her English born Queen – and half-sister in law. “You talk so big for a woman – if I could even call you a woman, you disgusting little..” before he could finish, his friends jumped in. “B@stard! I heard she was a b@stard, b@stard of a Scottish King,” one said “B@stard? I think she’s really a wh*re -- who sleeps with a hundred men,” another one chimed in. Norfolk laughed at that. “Not even my midgited fool would have her!” he said. “No…I know what we should call her…” His gaze had turned all too sickly for Ailsa’s liking now – she could tell this wasn’t going to go well for her. “…witch,” he finished. Everyone in the pub stopped. God damnit – it was a common accusation when she was down here. All manor of Scottish nobility had gotten used to the way she wore dark circles around her eyes, stuck with black grubby blouses hidden behind toughened leather corsets and loose linen skirts. No one questioned the King’s half sister. But down here, no – it didn’t matter that her skills in battle had saved Margaret Tudor’s life more than once, or her brother and her were so close because of their battle-field bonds, all she needed to do was be distasteful to the male eye and she was a ‘witch’. “Oh for f*ck’s sake Norfolk, I can be as much of a ‘lady’ as you are a coward!” Everyone in the pub gasped at her second insult, and the half-drunk Norfolk charged forward and held her by her throat. Quick as a flash, Ailsa pulled a blade from her inner thigh and held it to his hand. He could squeeze, and strangle her – but not before she stabbed his veins and he bled to death. Stalemate. “Unless you attend the soon coming funeral of Henry the VII dressed as a proper lady should, I’ll have you tried and burnt – witch. Don’t think your Scottish brother will save you now,” he growled, before letting her go. “We should have done away with you all years ago!” he shouted, before leaving the pup – reminding her that one of the real reasons he was so harsh, was because she came from up North. After he left there was total silence. Everyone in the pub was looking at her – some quietly prayed for her soul, others were just dumbstruck by her attitude towards a Duke. Either way, she didn’t need the stares right now. “What yae looking at?!” she snapped before everyone quickly looked back at whatever they were doing before the altercation. Some time later, after she was sure she wouldn’t run into Norfolk again, she left the pub. She had a good fox fur coat her brother had given to her after sauchisburn – when their father died. This enabled her to keep warm in the night as she snuck away to a burn inside the castle grounds – where she thought no one could find her. There, amongst the peace and quiet – she prayed. She did not find god inside the churches of chapels – she found god in his creations, not in the creations of men. As she prayed, tears started to slip from her eyes. “Please god,” she said “I don’t want to burn.”
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Post by ashrain on Jan 23, 2017 18:35:47 GMT -5
Inez glared at Marion's 'brother' as he winked at her resisting the urge to make a biting retort at him knowing that this wasn't the moment as they were in front of both the king and the princess. Her eyes narrowed as he gave the princess some berries. They weren't the typical gift one would give the future queen but nothing about this event was really normal. However pushing her suspicions and uncertainty about this entire event behind the polite mask she wore when she was in public or played cards with some of her fellow lady in waitings and it was a still she had mastered from growing up first in the Spanish royal court and then in the English royal court. She tucked a stray hair which had escaped from the braid she had the front of her hair she had weaved it into behind her ear before looking back at the new arrival, the king and the princess.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 23, 2017 18:45:32 GMT -5
Inez glared at Marion's 'brother' as he winked at her resisting the urge to make a biting retort at him knowing that this wasn't the moment as they were in front of both the king and the princess. Her eyes narrowed as he gave the princess some berries. They weren't the typical gift one would give the future queen but nothing about this event was really normal. However pushing her suspicions and uncertainty about this entire event behind the polite mask she wore when she was in public or played cards with some of her fellow lady in waitings and it was a still she had mastered from growing up first in the Spanish royal court and then in the English royal court. She tucked a stray hair which had escaped from the braid she had the front of her hair she had weaved it into behind her ear before looking back at the new arrival, the king and the princess. [[King (VII) is technically away somewhere dying right now, King (VIII) is away trying to marry a french person (that get's foiled as soon as Kurai gets back) ]] "Are they to your pleasing?" Thomas asked, curling his lip up just enough to look hopeful. "Quite, senor," Catherine said, still smiling at the boy. He put his hands together in a little celebration of joy and started to look quite proud. "Then, may I invite your majesty to a meal I've had my finest chefs prepare -- all exotics, from their own land, with some of the rarest herbs and spices around. I do believe Lady Margaret will be there, if you wish to speak to her," he said. Catherine nodded and gracefully rose from her chair, beckoning Inez and Marion to follow on with her. That's it, you s*xy, s*xy spanish w*hore the fake sheffield brother said to himself. But as they walked from the Lady Catherine's private audience rooms to one of the many palace dining rooms, Thomas slipped back into the outer ranks when Catherine got talking to a courtier. He wanted to speak to that good looking one -- the other spaniard. Once he was beside her, he put on his softest, but silkiest voice "I didn't get to make your acquaintance, senorita, could I be lucky enough to do so now?" he asked.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 23, 2017 19:15:27 GMT -5
"Alright, fine" Marion replied "but don't mess this up, alright?" With that she opened the door to admit Thomas, allowing him to step inside before her. Inside would be the future king and his future wife - though hopefully she wouldn't be he wife for longer. "Hello, Your Majesties" she began "My apologies for not being in your service for a short time this mornng, but I was greeting my brother, Thomas, whom I would like to present to you now" ((I went off this post in thinking that both Henry and Catherine were there so sorry if there was a misunderstanding about who was there or not)) "I don't think so," Inez said dropping her polite mask and glaring at this imposter. She slowed her walking pace and instead she walked alongside him hoping that possible if she was lucky she might be able to get more information out of him. "Who are you?" she asked, her Spanish accent forming a lilt in her voice without affecting the clarity of her english. Her right hand twisted the small ring which sat on her left pinky nervously as she walked unsure of how he'd react to her question and she could feel her heart race faster.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 24, 2017 2:07:10 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Marion replied to Inez, "but he's already been introduced. He's my brother, Thomas. I don't know what else you need to know. He asked if he could make your acquaintance, and it is quite rude for a lady to refuse to introduce herself"
She did not get defensive or angry, but rather maintained the slight confusion that would be needed to make this situation believable.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 24, 2017 3:09:44 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Marion replied to Inez, "but he's already been introduced. He's my brother, Thomas. I don't know what else you need to know. He asked if he could make your acquaintance, and it is quite rude for a lady to refuse to introduce herself" She did not get defensive or angry, but rather maintained the slight confusion that would be needed to make this situation believable. Inez shot Marion a disdainful look as the other lady in waiting butted in to the conversation. Even if he was actually her brother it was still rude and not a behaviour which was common or encouraged in court. "Good day Thomas," Inez said warmly nodding her head in the direction of Marion's brother. "I'm sorry for my rudeness but I wasn't paying attention earlier in court," she lied putting on her most charming smile as she hoped this Thomas and Marion who was clearly invested in whoever this was would buy it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 6:30:01 GMT -5
Sorry I haven't been on at all. Will try and get online tonight if work isn't too horrific.) [[No honestly it's fine, take your time. We can rp around things and speed our rp up if necessary.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 6:33:36 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Marion replied to Inez, "but he's already been introduced. He's my brother, Thomas. I don't know what else you need to know. He asked if he could make your acquaintance, and it is quite rude for a lady to refuse to introduce herself" She did not get defensive or angry, but rather maintained the slight confusion that would be needed to make this situation believable. Inez shot Marion a disdainful look as the other lady in waiting butted in to the conversation. Even if he was actually her brother it was still rude and not a behaviour which was common or encouraged in court. "Good day Thomas," Inez said warmly nodding her head in the direction of Marion's brother. "I'm sorry for my rudeness but I wasn't paying attention earlier in court," she lied putting on her most charming smile as she hoped this Thomas and Marion who was clearly invested in whoever this was would buy it. Thomas chuckled softly. He knew that voice -- he'd heard it on his sister, his real sister, and others many times before. It was the voice of a court lady, all caged up and ready to be released. Hopefully, he could release her on his nether-regions, for he was quite enchanted with what he saw on her. "Quite alright, m'lady," he said, making sure his voice was quiet enough for only them to hear. "I too know what it's like to be...distracted...by something," as he said the word 'distracted' he looked up and down her body, starting at her eyes and ending at her eyes -- the message was clear. After that, he sped back up to join Catherine as they were almost at the dining room.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 6:35:15 GMT -5
[[and nah it's fine if there's some confusion -- basically, Henry is away making poor life choices based off of his desire to *uck as many women as possible -- so he ain't here. ]]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 24, 2017 13:28:39 GMT -5
Inez looked down pursing her lips as she tried to hide her anger. This boy whoever he was clearly didn't know what he was playing at. She was Inez de Salinas, daughter of Martin de Salinas and she wouldn't be defeated by some boy from the middle of nowhere who hailed from nothing of importance. Looking back up again her facial expressions under control but she knew that her green eyes would give away her anger. She forced a smile to her face where it sat stiffly but she it didn't meet her eyes. Adjusting her stride slightly she walked alongside Marion, her eyes fixed upon the boy and the princess who were now walking together. She'd find out who he was and what he was doing here and then she would be able to unmask him to both Catalina and everyone else but she kew that no one would believe her without concrete evidence that this boy wasn't actually Thomas, Marion's brother.
((Anyone open for Hal))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 24, 2017 14:07:40 GMT -5
[I've got a maid, named Agnes, but she might actually be stuck idk?]
Inez knew. Marion could tell. She was trying to hide it but Marion was way too paranoid right now to think for even a second that there was any doubt that this girl know everything. She had no idea what to do, how to deal with it. But who knew, maybe Inez would just have her suspicions and deal with it herself. Maybe Margaret would be able to help Marion out.
There was a lot of doubt, but Marion knew it would just have to work out. There was too much at stake for her for this not to work. Surely Inez realised that if she exposed Marion then Marion was destined for trial, probably for treason, which could lead to consequences Marion didn't really want to think about. But then Inez had way too much loyalty to Catherine to even consider the possible consequences for Marion. The woman was blinded by her loyalty, so much so that she would probably willingly send Marion and Thomas, possibly even Margaret if she was exposed, to their deaths just for the sake of 'protecting' Catherine.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 24, 2017 14:10:28 GMT -5
(I'm here! I'm sorry let me go back and reply to Agnes now! Unless you wanted to call their interactions good?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 24, 2017 14:14:33 GMT -5
(I'm here! I'm sorry let me go back and reply to Agnes now! Unless you wanted to call their interactions good?) [No, no, it's fine x Hi Silver x I couldn't remember where we'd got to so I wasn't sure if she was stuck XD]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 24, 2017 14:15:31 GMT -5
(Hahaha you're fine! You can open Agnes up because they're just chatting and it's not really going to go anywhere in particular!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 24, 2017 14:16:24 GMT -5
[It's fine anyway ash is gone rn so we can carry on, maybe have something interesting happen]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 24, 2017 16:07:09 GMT -5
((Hey I'm back on and I'll be here for the rest of the evening really))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 24, 2017 16:23:02 GMT -5
[[Hello my wonderful friends! I’m back from platies. And I stink, and my core hurts, but the endorphins are working I think so I’m quite elated. To all those on Cirabeth, I’ll be replying shortly. ]] [[ ashrain and ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ , feel free to dabble into Catherine’s role to direct the rp. My feeling for plot at the moment would be they have a meal, Catherine and Margaret then have a discussion where Margaret alludes to Henry’s disinterest or something like that and persuades Catherine to marry Thomas out of spite. She’s been drugged at the dinner as well, courtesy of Margaret. Inez finds this out and runs to the chapel and stops the wedding (Marion and Margaret are at said wedding) Katherine finds out about the plot but Margaret takes the whole fall, saying she forced Marion into it. Katherine and her have an altercation, which leaves them on non-speaking terms. At the end, Margaret offers Marion Thomas – saying that his father will be on the chopping block as soon as Henry VIII is in charge, and his reputation will be saved because he’ll be considered ‘settled down’ (Thomas will then be Knight of Northamptonshire). Thomas agrees that he will truly clean up his public appearance, and will be respectful of Marion at all times – and that he’ll let her go about her own business. (If they never sleep together the marriage will be null anyway, so they can get annulled at any time) This is my own musing and can So be up for changing if either of you want to change it. ]] Soon, they came to the dining room – silver cutlery and silk whit napkins hand been placed out, and as chefs of all varieties brought food to the table and set it down, Margaret stood from her seat and bowed to the dowager-Queen. “Lady Catalina,” she murmured, bowing slightly, Catherine did the same. “How good to see you – won’t you come join us.” Catherine extended her welcomes to Margaret and sat down. The meal prepared was truly wonderful – fresh fruits and sweets from exotic places. Thomas had a story for each one, he was funny, charming and most of all – respectful; in slight awe of Catherine. The more and more the Spaniard ate the more she seemed taken with him – Thomas knew, Margaret knew, and Marion knew – the food had been spiked. Just a hint of condensed oyster juice, to make Catherine more…active, in that department. A little bit of raspberry leaf to activate the maternal juices. And of course, more poppy powder, to assure that everyone had a wonderful time. Thomas’ only concern was Inez. She was pretty, but was she worth it? The girl didn’t take her eyes off of him and Marion the whole time. [[ 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 do you want me to re-post the starter..?]] [[ Kurai welcome! Seriously glad you could get online but make sure you take time and rest okay? Work can be stressful. U need u time. ]] Richard smiled as he slid off the horse. He’d enjoyed the afternoon immensely. His mind had been encumbered with worry and fear every moment during the King’s illness and now…now he had a relaxation. Something else to think about – some growing affection for a stablegirl, unlike any he’d seen before. Once they arrived back it was mere moments before Henry arrived. Surrounded by Annette Roux and two quite obviously French guards, that were short and had small mustaches. The soon to be King was giddy with expectation, and Annette Roux looked so pleased with herself, absolutely smitten with her own success. As a stablehand and a chamberboy, Richard and Brinn had to bow low and keep respectful – not plunge her with a dagger, nevermind how much he wanted to. “Well, come on then,” Henry said and threw Richard his bag. The boy was a little happy that the King had delivered the bag personally. “We should be at the chapel in two nights, if we ride hard enough.” Annette Roux smiled daintily and slid off her gray mare. She’d ridden for another few hours – making sure everything was set. “My dear,” she said to Brinn, sickeningly sweet, “don’t suppose you could change the horse? He’s been ridden for a long time and I don’t want to make him sick, the poor thing.” The statement was not a suggestion. Richard darted his eyes to Brinn – only hoping that she’d know to exchange the gray mare for another, more compliant beast.
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