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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 12:17:37 GMT -5
(I'm here! sorry for disappearing!)
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Post by ashrain on Jan 25, 2017 15:32:55 GMT -5
((I'm around if anyone wants to do anything with Hal as he's open))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:02:04 GMT -5
[[Ok. I am here and preparing responses. I also have a semi-decent excuse as to why I wasn't here. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:24:35 GMT -5
She was surprised to see how quickly the soon to be king had arrived. It gave her very little time to get the rest of the horses ready. Luckily one of the other lads had taken some initiative and begun to saddle a handful of horses. She followed Richards example and bowed in greeting.
The Princes excitement was palpable, she could see it radiating from him. The French woman had a similar look but it wasn't genuine excitement, there was something sinister about her and the red head didn't trust her at all. The womans sickly sweet voice raised the hairs on the back of her neck and she had to bite her tongue to prevent her from commenting.
"Let me take 'her' from you." She emphasised the horse being female but managed to do it politely, taking the reins of the pretty horse whose coat was soaked with sweat. She quickly swapped the horse out for a bay gelding with a bright white mark on his forehead. She'd left strict instruction for the care of the grey horse before returning to the group. She also bought the tack for her own horse, it wasn't proper to ride in a royal company without tack.
The black horse didn't seem too happy with this arrangement but complied, watching her suspiciously. "Now I need you to behave." She whispered so only the horse could hear. The beast snorted and lipped at her hair, making her smile. She fitted her saddle bags and with that was ready to head out. She had informed one of the stable boys of where she was going and given them the list of jobs that she expected done. She'd never been away from the stables for long and it made her nervous to do so. She didn't feel she had much choice. She met Richards eyes and gave him a small smile, steeling her own nerves. Richard looked at her, making sure he echoed the same look of determination in his own eyes. They would succeed. He was sure of it. He didn't know whether it was god, or his own patriotic duty inside of him that told him so, but he just knew. The ride was long, and arduous. The weather chopped and changed -- peeking at high sun that made him sweat and then cooling him with a traditional English rain. Funnily enough, he saw that Annette was without a complaint. To fit the traditional role of a french lady, she would have whined and moaned at the changing weather or the hard ride. But she was silent, save a tempting look she flashed Henry once in a while. Luckily, her and the would-be King were in front, meaning Richard's glares could be seen by none. But to soften the pain of having to look at Annette, he cast a glance to Brinn every once in a while. He couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help but feel incredible at her determination and loyalty. Whatever happened -- he was glad that she was with him. As the first day came to a close, they set up camp at a hunting lodge near the castle. There were only two rooms -- one for Henry and one for Lady Annette, so the two guards, Brinn and Richard had to camp outside, around the fire, using the forest for shelter. While he was used to more luxurious accommodations, he didn't mind -- more important things were on his mind. But him and Brinn couldn't help to formulate a plan while they were in the company of Jean-Luc and Louis -- the two french guards Annette had brought with them. They laughed and drank amongst themselves, talking in french rather than english. Richard wrinkled his nose. Him, like all other good and proper englishmen, could not stand the french. "Oh come on kingsboy, you should be a smiling groom -- not a sulking one," Louis said, putting a bottle of beer to his lips once more. "Yeah and you should be an english guard but I'm not complaining," Richard muttered and Louis growled. But Jean-Luc pulled him back and the two slowly rolled to their feet. "Come on, let's go find somewhere to piss," Jean-Luc said, leaving Brinn and Richard alone for a precious ten minutes. As soon as their backs were turned and they were out of hearing distance, Richard snuck into his back pocket and pulled out some chocolate covered nuts and offered them to Brinn. "Found these in my bags earlier," he said.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 18:26:50 GMT -5
[[Semi-decent excuse: Ok it really isn't semi decent. Basically I'm just all over the place now Idek why. I don't know if it was because of the illness or what, I just know I'm really scatterbrained right now. 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 , are we doing our man-servant-to-knight saves brash and bold scottish b*stard child rp? I posted a starter back a bit. ashrain , I can come up with a character and a plot if you want? ]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 18:28:29 GMT -5
(You did? My apologies I'll go reply to it!)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 25, 2017 18:38:54 GMT -5
Elias, such a kind soul by nature had happened to be in the pub when the whole of the fray happened and he couldn't help but wonder about Ailsa. He'd actually only heard of her perhaps twice before. But, after some men murmured about her nearby to him, he recalled the stories. The young groundskeeper ended up leaving before she to finish up cleaning the gardens for the night. No doubt some dukes, lords, or others of the courts had been traipsing about and trampled a few of his poor bushes and shrubs.
Elias made quick work of those that had been hurt by the drunkards of the night. He'd been there for quite some time, enough so for Ailsa to have left the pub and find her way into the barn where he kept his pruning and gardening supplies. As he was strolling back he spotted the figure kneeling there in the midst of the barn.
After a few moments of letting her sit in silence and pray for her own soul Elias decided to speak, "Asking for God in a place like this?" he inquired as he strolled into the barn now and began to put away his tools. "I'd say that's as far gone a request as asking the Duke of Norfolk for some tea and a dance by the Thames." he commented with a little bit of a chuckle to himself.
Once everything was put away he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and looked over Ailsa with a light smile on his face and bit of a teasing glint in his eyes, "I'd say go back to Scotland if you're looking for God my lady."
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 25, 2017 18:52:28 GMT -5
Haha I know that feeling, its pretty much my life right now. Scatterbrained me.)
They rode in pleasant silence, Brinn had never really been much for long conversations, having never been graced with the company of those capable of such conversations. Her horse kept pace with Richards, only occasionally jogging impatiently or shaking his head in irritation. She had seen the looks people had cast at her ungainly mount and it had only steeled her resolve to stop this scheme. People could insult her all they wanted but it was less than wise to insult her horse. She lay a hand on the creature's neck, muscles rippling beneath the sable coat. She couldn't help but smile, until she noticed Richard looking in her direction as he did every so often. Her cheeks coloured slightly but her smile did not falter, brushing her copper hair back behind her shoulders.
She too found surprise at the French womans complacency. The cool rain pelted them and plastered her own hair to her skin, flattening the curls if only temporarily. Even with her love of riding she found herself glad when the Prince announced they would be stopping. The sight of the inn was a welcomed one and she quickly helped settle their mounts in to their temporary accommodation.
She would have much prefered to be alone with Richard, and the presence of the French guards irked her. There was something about the French language that irritated her and she found herself biting her tongue on multiple occasions. The stench of the wine they drank from skins repulsed her, their mindless chatter a blight on the otherwise beautiful evening.
Their language changed from the unintelligible French to the accented and almost equally as grating English, their comments directed towards Richard. She had been laying back on her bedroll looking up at the slowly blooming stars but sat up as they spoke. Bright green eye narrowed with distaste but she couldn't help but chuckle at Richards retort, one that seemed to ruffle the guards. They stalked away into the woods and she let out a sigh of relief.
"I thought they would never leave." She said turning her gaze to the male beside her, a smirk touching her lips. She accepted one of the chocolates, studying it intently, even lifting it to her nose to smell it. A lowly stable girl did not know of such things and she watched as he popped one in to his mouth before imitating him. Bright eyes lit up at the taste, unlike anything she had ever eaten before. "These are amazing!" She exclaimed jovially, her voice light despite the dark reasons for their being here. She checked around them to make sure the guards were out of earshot before speaking.
"The Lady is being extremely well behaved, I had hoped her whining at the journey would have certainly irritated Henry. I had hoped we could have used that to our advantage." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, still damp from the earlier rain.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 19:12:26 GMT -5
"They are, aren't they?" Richard said, rather excited over his newfound sweet-treat. "They're off some traders and explorers. Rare, but so good, isn't it?" he said, popping another one in his mouth. Together, they made short work of the chocolates. Polishing off each and every one. By that time, they were full -- having previously had a meal of roast rabbit and some bread that had been packed. The frenchmen hadn't come back, hopefully they'd got stuck down a ditch somewhere and drowned. Either way, he'd relish the time he had alone with Brinn.
He'd suspected the fire would have competed with the colour of her hair, but they only worked together, the flames and sparks flying up and playing together in the air in worship of Brinn's copper mane. Oh sh*t. He'd been looking too long again. He turned away, blushing a little. As he looked into the fire, he was reminded of a lot of his childhoods as a boy -- orange had always been a comfort to him. A safety. Perhaps...perhaps Brinn was safe enough too. To trust with the truth.
"I don't think complaining would have helped much," Richard said. "Once the Tudor men have their mind set on something, nothing much can change their hearts."
Then, the time came, to tell her the truth.
"Remember that story I told you earlier, about the earl who forced his way onto a young servant girl? Didn't ask, and the servant girl was forever changed? Well, the girl was my mother...and the earl was the Earl of Richmond.....former title of his majesty Henry the VII."
He looked at her again, wanting to see her reaction -- knowing that she was now looking at the b*stard of King Henry the VII.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 25, 2017 19:13:52 GMT -5
[[And with that, I must leave. I'm sorry my friends. 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿, I'll reply in the morning I promise.]]
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 25, 2017 19:35:53 GMT -5
She relaxed back enjoying the warmth of the fire, her slightly damp hair sending a chill down her spine and making her shudder a little. She pulled the thin blanket she had packed around her shoulders and shuffled a little closer to the flames, prodding the embers with a stick until the fire was burning brightly once more. She watched the fire dance for a while, studying it as Richard studied her. Tendrils of flame jumping up to lick at the cool night air and casting a warm glow over her defined cheekbones.
Once again they had fallen in to that gentle silence, one another might have found uncomfortable. His voice brought her gaze from the fire and back to him, sensing his desire to speak his mind. She listened quietly, with a gentle patience, her fingers toying with the frayed edge of her blanket. She knew that all to well, if her father was anything to go by he certainly didn't sway from his chosen path when he set his mind to something. She almost asked him what his mind was set on, he was after all a Tudor man, surely he too suffered this unwavering determination, something that must surely extend to his loyalty to the crown and his God. She refrained however, his next comment rendering her speechless for a moment.
"Does he know?" It seemed a strange question to ask but it was the first thing that came to her mind once the shock had worn off. Was one supposed to treat the b*stard son of the future king any differently, perhaps it was far to late for that. Had she not already sworn at him, called him names a sailor would have blushed at. She was never one for remorse however.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 25, 2017 19:50:08 GMT -5
[[Semi-decent excuse: Ok it really isn't semi decent. Basically I'm just all over the place now Idek why. I don't know if it was because of the illness or what, I just know I'm really scatterbrained right now. 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 , are we doing our man-servant-to-knight saves brash and bold scottish b*stard child rp? I posted a starter back a bit. ashrain , I can come up with a character and a plot if you want? ]] That'd be great if it isn't too much trouble
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 9:06:19 GMT -5
[[ ashrain I could do Jane Nevile if you wanted? We could have some sort of romance/drama plot with them that ends in their betrothal.]] She relaxed back enjoying the warmth of the fire, her slightly damp hair sending a chill down her spine and making her shudder a little. She pulled the thin blanket she had packed around her shoulders and shuffled a little closer to the flames, prodding the embers with a stick until the fire was burning brightly once more. She watched the fire dance for a while, studying it as Richard studied her. Tendrils of flame jumping up to lick at the cool night air and casting a warm glow over her defined cheekbones.
Once again they had fallen in to that gentle silence, one another might have found uncomfortable. His voice brought her gaze from the fire and back to him, sensing his desire to speak his mind. She listened quietly, with a gentle patience, her fingers toying with the frayed edge of her blanket. She knew that all to well, if her father was anything to go by he certainly didn't sway from his chosen path when he set his mind to something. She almost asked him what his mind was set on, he was after all a Tudor man, surely he too suffered this unwavering determination, something that must surely extend to his loyalty to the crown and his God. She refrained however, his next comment rendering her speechless for a moment.
"Does he know?" It seemed a strange question to ask but it was the first thing that came to her mind once the shock had worn off. Was one supposed to treat the b*stard son of the future king any differently, perhaps it was far to late for that. Had she not already sworn at him, called him names a sailor would have blushed at. She was never one for remorse however. Richard shook his head. "No," he said. "The old King didn't even remember taking the maid -- and this was long before he was married -- before Henry, our soon to be King, was even born." Richard leaned back against the rock he was sitting on, looking up at the stars as he revealed more pieces of the truth. "I never talk about it. No one really knows -- apart from you now," "My mother died a few years back. Something to do with the drink or the opium powder...who knows. But I don't begrudge who she became -- she did do her best for me. You see, after she found out she was with child she quickly married a farm-hand, who had a lesser known reputation for being those who takes to men, rather than women. So he didn't exactly mind that my mother had been taken by another." "For some reason unknown to me she didn't begrudge his unholiness -- just his gambling. I was five when he spent a week behind doors with a 'sickness'. There was such an awful smell. I ended up sneaking into his room one night to find his rotting body -- my mother hacking it up and carrying it away piece by piece to the Thames. After that she was even harsher. I was basically raised by the washer-women and the thread spinners in Brecon Castle -- the Duke of Buckingham's residence. She told me that story...of the woman in the tailors...and the Earl of Richmond." "I came into the King's service five years ago. I could hardly believe my luck -- but if I ever got to ask him if he'd remembered anything significant about any Taylor shop or if he'd ever had a commoner -- he'd just shake his head like I was crazed. He always commented that I looked like him though -- same long face and long nose." He turned to Brinn -- reminding himself of how he could trust her -- and how much he loved the honesty and rosé kindness in her eyes. It gave him the courage to admit his true feelings about his family, even though they were not the most typical. "Some people will want to kill me if they knew -- some people would want to knight me. I just want to serve them -- to protect them, to...love them. Because I do love them. For all my father, and my brother's human failings -- they are still kind, and good, deep inside. Henry especially...he has such a beautiful heart." "Annette...she's going to burn it. She doesn't love him. She loves the throne -- the power. By all means I wish to see my brother happy and in love, but not with a woman that would sooner have him dead. Especially if she truly carries this curse," he said finally, ending all he had to say with one, last, imperative truth that defined exactly why he was here -- in the middle of the wilderness, bearing his soul.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 9:15:51 GMT -5
((That'd work but in my head he's a bit of a ladies man so don't expect him to be uber loyal to her))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 9:19:36 GMT -5
Elias, such a kind soul by nature had happened to be in the pub when the whole of the fray happened and he couldn't help but wonder about Ailsa. He'd actually only heard of her perhaps twice before. But, after some men murmured about her nearby to him, he recalled the stories. The young groundskeeper ended up leaving before she to finish up cleaning the gardens for the night. No doubt some dukes, lords, or others of the courts had been traipsing about and trampled a few of his poor bushes and shrubs. Elias made quick work of those that had been hurt by the drunkards of the night. He'd been there for quite some time, enough so for Ailsa to have left the pub and find her way into the barn where he kept his pruning and gardening supplies. As he was strolling back he spotted the figure kneeling there in the midst of the barn. After a few moments of letting her sit in silence and pray for her own soul Elias decided to speak, "Asking for God in a place like this?" he inquired as he strolled into the barn now and began to put away his tools. "I'd say that's as far gone a request as asking the Duke of Norfolk for some tea and a dance by the Thames." he commented with a little bit of a chuckle to himself. Once everything was put away he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and looked over Ailsa with a light smile on his face and bit of a teasing glint in his eyes, "I'd say go back to Scotland if you're looking for God my lady." Alisa knew how to steel her nerves against sudden shocks. Still, she was a little embarrassed she'd been found praying into the ground. Many presumed she was a witch -- following old pictish paganism. But the truth was more complex than that, and from the fact he hadn't started to pray into his rosary beads or set the straw around her alight, it was clear he was one of those rare souls that would accept that maybe the holy ghost was not just found in the Priories and cathedrals. "Well I'd happily dance with him beside the Thames," she said, putting a sarcastic sweet twist into her voice. "As long as I could drown the b*stard in it afterwards," she finished, dropping her voice to a growl. She stood up and turned around, dusting the straw of of her long linen weave skirt. Just when she'd hoped she'd be able to take this ridiculous corset off she had to keep it on for companies sake. Or he really would kill her. Well if she could die seeing that then it wouldn't be that bad a death -- he wasn't half bad...for an Englishman. The brown eyes melted in with his caramel skin, and his hair really was the icing on top of the cake. But she couldn't let that be seen, or she'd be labeled as a . But she really couldn't help but c*ck a smile at him. "I'd much rather be home, truth be told. But, Maggie wants to stay with her father, until Jesus receive's his soul. Now it seems I'm doomed to die in England -- burned at tower hill."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 9:21:36 GMT -5
((That'd work but in my head he's a bit of a ladies man so don't expect him to be uber loyal to her)) [[Ehh that's fine it's the 1500's no-one's uber loyal. Except all those people that got executed for adultery. ]]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 9:23:16 GMT -5
((Too true--should I post a starter or do you want to))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 9:54:14 GMT -5
((Too true--should I post a starter or do you want to)) [[ You post the starter, that means I can get an idea of what kind of plot you want to do cause I feel like a control freak cause I'm outlining all the plots rn. Also, sorry that took so long, I was endlessly googling to make sure the history and dates all fitted in. Name: Jane Neville Were they real: Yes Position: Daughter of a baron (so, in general, gentry) Personal History description: Jane was born and raised in Castell-orllewin Cymru (West Wales Castle) until she was 9 years of age, when her mother became one of the many governesses to Mary Tudor, who was aged 3 at the time. She grew up with the young princess, and both grew each other in being headstrong and outspoken -- especially when it came to how their lives were dictated. Currently, she is officially a lady in waiting to Mary Tudor, despite being 6 years older, however she does act closer to the role of older sister. Personality description: Jane can be charming, eloquent, humourous and ladylike when she's in the right mood. In the wrong mood, she can be subtly vile and offensive -- even to those in authority. Has an affinity for music and dancing, and is very talented at it both. She has mastry of french, italian, latin and english, thanks to her mother's insistance on a good language education (because it 'can increase the chances of her getting a match'). Jane can also be well known for her undying honesty and passion for what she believes is right. Forgives, but doesn't forget. Physical description: Long, strawberry blonde hair (light ginger) and light freckles on her face. At court, her hair is tucked behind a signature pink lace hair hood and a gable style head-dress. She wears a fine gold chain with little damonds woven into it, that drips down into her bodace. Often keeps to thiner than normal dresses to outline her petite figure. 4' 11'', hazel eyes. Prefers the colour pink. Family: Father is George Neville, 5th Baron Bergavenny, mother is Joan FitzAlan Religion (like, publicly): Catholic publically (secretly a reformist) Misc: 'dere she is.]]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 10:04:43 GMT -5
((Ooh she looks really cool should I post a starter or do you want to. Just realised she's over a foot shorter then Hal as he's plus 6 foot in my head.))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 10:45:43 GMT -5
((Ooh she looks really cool should I post a starter or do you want to. Just realised she's over a foot shorter then Hal as he's plus 6 foot in my head.)) [ ]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 10:48:14 GMT -5
((Ooh she looks really cool should I post a starter or do you want to. Just realised she's over a foot shorter then Hal as he's plus 6 foot in my head.)) [[Sweet f*cking christ why do my posts never work. I said, yeah, she is soz xD, but I just wanted her to be realistically heighted for tudorian times. They were all like 5' cause they didn't get any god damn vitamin C and stuff. So, yeah, that would be great if you could post the starter cause I'm so tired rn I can't be that creative. Thank you Ash ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2017 12:15:22 GMT -5
[Okay, hey guys, what's going on? I've got Agnes free and I'm not sure what the last post for Marion was]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:28:37 GMT -5
[[ Here's the last response in that rp. Also, silver is in class she'll be on in a while.]]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 12:29:57 GMT -5
Hal left the castle through a lesser known side door which led straight into the garden, unbolting and pushing the large heavy wooden door open with ease. He was more than a little bit bored mostly because there was nothing interesting going on as Henry VII's death had meant that the majority of the court's festivities had been shut down until Henry VIII's coronation and wedding of which the former wouldn't happen for weeks at least and the other Hal was incredibly confused by as Henry had first told him he'd marry Catherine but now was running off with Annette. Sometimes Hal didn't get his friend and future king, did he not get that you don't marry your wh*res especially not the french ones.
Entering the garden he felt the a breeze blow against his skin ruffling his hair backwards adjusting it from the style he had arranged it in this morning and he tried to flatter it back down unsuccessfully as the second that he let go of it his curls reverted to their earlier position. He looked around the garden bored before spotting a petit figure in the rose garden which was separated by a relatively small hedge. He didn't immediately recognise her and his curiosity piqued he headed over walking through a gap in the hedges towards the garden where he could see her standing.
((Sorry it took me forever and is really bad but I literally had no idea about what to write. As for Marion I think the plot which is happening basically consists of her, Margaret and Thomas conspiring to drug Catherine so she agrees to marry Thomas which Inez will then foil stopping the wedding and revealing the plan to Katherine and Margaret takes the fall and Marion will possibly marry Thomas but as they don't consummate it the marriage is null and can be voided at any time))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:42:02 GMT -5
Hal left the castle through a lesser known side door which led straight into the garden, unbolting and pushing the large heavy wooden door open with ease. He was more than a little bit bored mostly because there was nothing interesting going on as Henry VII's death had meant that the majority of the court's festivities had been shut down until Henry VIII's coronation and wedding of which the former wouldn't happen for weeks at least and the other Hal was incredibly confused by as Henry had first told him he'd marry Catherine but now was running off with Annette. Sometimes Hal didn't get his friend and future king, did he not get that you don't marry your wh*res especially not the french ones. Entering the garden he felt the a breeze blow against his skin ruffling his hair backwards adjusting it from the style he had arranged it in this morning and he tried to flatter it back down unsuccessfully as the second that he let go of it his curls reverted to their earlier position. He looked around the garden bored before spotting a petit figure in the rose garden which was separated by a relatively small hedge. He didn't immediately recognise her and his curiosity piqued he headed over walking through a gap in the hedges towards the garden where he could see her standing. ((Sorry it took me forever and is really bad but I literally had no idea about what to write. As for Marion I think the plot which is happening basically consists of her, Margaret and Thomas conspiring to drug Catherine so she agrees to marry Thomas which Inez will then foil stopping the wedding and revealing the plan to Katherine and Margaret takes the fall and Marion will possibly marry Thomas but as they don't consummate it the marriage is null and can be voided at any time)) [[Ohh crap yeah I forgot to post that. Two seconds I'll get the quote for you silver]] Jane limped forward. Why the hell had she gone riding after dark? That's when all the thieves and brigands were about. But how one had got inside the castle walls was a complete mystery to her. Besides, there was just something funny about the attack. He'd aimed for her first, stabbing her and then grabbing her gold chain and running. And he refused to speak. Presuming it had been a man. Assassination attempts were rare. But it was even rarer that they were targeted on a particular individual without a high situation in court. She hadn't offended anyone -- she had very very few friends. Save the princess Mary. But all that could be worried about after she'd saved herself from bleeding out. It wasn't a fast wound, but it was right in her side between her corset. She prayed to god she wouldn't have to deal with it alone. However, it seemed god wasn't listening tonight. Because there was someone walking towards her. She froze -- unsure how on earth he would react to blood oozing out of her corset and her stab wound.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 12:43:22 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2017 12:47:28 GMT -5
The plan seemed to be working, to Marion's relief. It seemed that Catalina was indeed falling for Thomas, and not as gradually as Marion had originally thought that she would. That was excellent. The sooner it happened the better, the sooner it happened the sooner suspicion left Marion and Margaret.
Marion's only concern now was Inez. There was now no doubt in the woman's mind that the other lady-in-waiting suspected it - even Thomas seemed to have stopped flirting long enough to see that Inez wouldn't take her eyes off Marion and Thomas. Now that was a worry, most definitely. It was most definitely too soon in the plan for suspicion, even if the plan was moving a lot more quickly than had originally been expected.
Marion was trying to give subtle signals to Margaret that they had a problem. They were subtle, unnoticeable, just glances between Margaret and Inez and a slight raising of the eyebrow. Signals only Margaret would notice. Signals only Margaret would be looking for.
They were in danger if Inez continued to be suspicious. She wasn't receptive to Thomas' charms and so it was down to Marion and Margaret to figure something out, to think of something to do. Some way to make sure that she wouldn't be suspicious of the group.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2017 12:48:15 GMT -5
[Totally fine with me - I love this]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 13:06:01 GMT -5
Hal squinted through the growing darkness at the woman he could see which was now as he got closer clearly female. She was dressed in a pale pink colour but as he grew closer he could make out darker shades of red staining the corset and what looked like a knife emerging from her side. He sped up his walk as he felt a nagging thought in the back of his mind about the woman. What had happened to her and who was she.
"Hello," Hal asked his voice puncturing the silence of the garden the only noise other than the ragged breathing which he could hear from the woman. He pulled out a dagger from his head as he progressed forward a shiver running up his spin as the seemingly innocent rose garden was turned into something infinitely more deadly and suspiscious.
His arm fell slack with the blade pointing downwards though as he approached the woman. The dagger he had seen before wasn't being held by the woman but was sticking out of her side instead with the darker shades of red which adorned the dress a rust red colour which could only be blood as the further out bits from the wounds were turning brown whilst the fabric directly next to the blade was a crimson.
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