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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 13:55:46 GMT -5
Inez furrowed her dark brows as she looked at Marion. She had no idea what the other girl was doing as she stood beside her. The other girl clearly was up to something even if Inez didn't already have suspicions about her she would have them after watching the performance the other girl was putting on. Every time that she thought Inez had looked away she'd waggle her eye brows furiously at someone and after ignoring it the first few times Inez followed Marion's eyeline to see that she was staring at Princess Margaret.
Inez bit her lip trying to work out why Marion was looking at her so intently before realising that Princess Margaret must also be part of whatever was going on between Marion and Thomas and whatever that had to do with Catalina because this Thomas turning up was altogether far to unplausible to be anything other than a plot Inez just had to determine whether it was a bad or a good plot and the actions she would take about it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2017 14:13:23 GMT -5
[Lol she's not furiously doing anything XD She's being v subtle. Maybe she just catches it and is a little more suspicious, but she's being subtle so there's no way she could be sure]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 26, 2017 14:16:34 GMT -5
Elias watched her quietly rise to her full height and his eyes flickered over her frame for a moment before his eyes moved back to meet her gaze and he smiled once more. "Drowning seems to easy a death for him in my opinion." He chuckled gently as he remained where he stood. "Perhaps something more along the lines of drowning or perhaps the Sweate?" He suggested lightly arching a brow to her and catching that smile she flashed him.
Then his eyes took on a slightly more serious tone, "Burning, you don't deserve that. Calling a woman a witch for the clothing she choose to adorn herself with is quite low even for Norfolk." He added as he approached her and offered his arm to her, signaling for them to take a walk.
His eyes remained on hers the whole time they spoke and then he continued on, proposing a deal to the young lady. "You are trained in battle and training tactics. I was raised in the court and my sister as well. I have a proposition for you if you're willing to accept, my lady?" He inquired with a gentle arch of his brow towards her.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 14:49:41 GMT -5
((ILol in my opinion and experience it's very hard to be subtle when communicating via eyebrows especially when someone is looking at you waiting for you to mess up))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2017 15:03:39 GMT -5
((ILol in my opinion and experience it's very hard to be subtle when communicating via eyebrows especially when someone is looking at you waiting for you to mess up)) [But I mean I specifically said she's being subtle. She didn't 'wiggle furiously', she just like raised one. But I mean whatever, you can interpret it however you want[
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 17:21:16 GMT -5
((ILol in my opinion and experience it's very hard to be subtle when communicating via eyebrows especially when someone is looking at you waiting for you to mess up)) [But I mean I specifically said she's being subtle. She didn't 'wiggle furiously', she just like raised one. But I mean whatever, you can interpret it however you want[ [[I read it as an interpretation. I mean, like, I've got this girl in my class that there's rivalry between me and her and I'd say that she's desperate for the teacher's praise. In reality, she's only being friendly. (but come on who the f*ck invites a teacher to a student night out?!?!) So it would be perfectly reasonably for Inez to take Marion's highly sutble glances as extreme acts if she is already very paranoid.]]
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 17:34:36 GMT -5
((Anyway's it's not exactly that big a deal really))
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 17:36:14 GMT -5
Inez furrowed her dark brows as she looked at Marion. She had no idea what the other girl was doing as she stood beside her. The other girl clearly was up to something even if Inez didn't already have suspicions about her she would have them after watching the performance the other girl was putting on. Every time that she thought Inez had looked away she'd waggle her eye brows furiously at someone and after ignoring it the first few times Inez followed Marion's eyeline to see that she was staring at Princess Margaret. Inez bit her lip trying to work out why Marion was looking at her so intently before realising that Princess Margaret must also be part of whatever was going on between Marion and Thomas and whatever that had to do with Catalina because this Thomas turning up was altogether far to unplausible to be anything other than a plot Inez just had to determine whether it was a bad or a good plot and the actions she would take about it. The meal was coming to a close. Thomas had just finished off the last of the almond liqueur, offering some to Princess Catherine. Booze and opium just went so perfectly together -- the usually uptight Spanish princess was frolicking in her joy, laughing at every joke and spending extended periods of time drifting into space. Thomas lifted up his collar and gave Margaret the signal. Margaret on the other hand, hadn't touched a drop of tainted food. She hated doing this -- she hated using drugs. But she this had to happen and it had to happen fast. Her father got worse by the minute. The spanish girl -- Inez -- didn't help. Margaret had caught ahold of every hint Marion had sent her way and now chose to act on them, at the end of the meal. "My lady, perhaps you could loan me one of your maids? I am writing a letter to Spaniard about supplies for troops. I want to make sure my wording is perfect -- but dear Thomas only has a few hours left ashore, and I'm sure you want to hear more of his tails of abroad." Catherine laughed, for no apparent reason, then nodded. "Inez, go, go with lady Margaret," she said, before standing -- having to be helped by Thomas. "Perhaps it is time for a walk, m'dear," Thomas said, leading Catherine outside at her request. He beckoned for Marion to follow.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 17:45:03 GMT -5
Elias watched her quietly rise to her full height and his eyes flickered over her frame for a moment before his eyes moved back to meet her gaze and he smiled once more. "Drowning seems to easy a death for him in my opinion." He chuckled gently as he remained where he stood. "Perhaps something more along the lines of drowning or perhaps the Sweate?" He suggested lightly arching a brow to her and catching that smile she flashed him. Then his eyes took on a slightly more serious tone, "Burning, you don't deserve that. Calling a woman a witch for the clothing she choose to adorn herself with is quite low even for Norfolk." He added as he approached her and offered his arm to her, signaling for them to take a walk. His eyes remained on hers the whole time they spoke and then he continued on, proposing a deal to the young lady. "You are trained in battle and training tactics. I was raised in the court and my sister as well. I have a proposition for you if you're willing to accept, my lady?" He inquired with a gentle arch of his brow towards her. Ailsa couldn't help but laugh, crossing her arms and leaning against the back of a bale of hay, somewhat more relaxed now. She took the liberty to look at him a bit more -- not as quaint and coy as other women were. "Aye, f*cking true mate," she said to his comment -- appreciating the humour he kept about the situation. Her sense of humour was quite black anyway. "It's not just my clothing with men like 'im. It's everything -- the eyes, the hair, the accent...suppose they don't like the fact I'll na'er step inside a church either," she said, looking down to the side as a bitter memory came to mind. But at his proposal she perked her head up. Of course -- even a farm hand didn't have muscles like that from nothing but plough work. No, there was something else to this boy. Something she could help with. She walked towards him, arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "As long as it's what a think it is, aye."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 17:53:09 GMT -5
Sorry its short)
Allowing him to speak she listened carefully, keeping her eyes averted to allow him to continue to speak. His story was a sad one although not unlike so many she had heard before. The world was a cruel one and she was glad her own life had been relatively peaceful. Not including the loss of her mother of course but even with her level of trust in her companion it was still not something she wanted to share.
She lay her hand gently on his arm, a simple gesture but one filled with a soft affection. There was little she could say and she simply dipped her head in response. She did agree that the French woman needed to be stopped and she knew she could do whatever she could to help him achieve his goals.
"We will do everything we can to stop this." She said gently, her eyes bright and honest. [[Nah don't worry about it my replies are short as well sometimes.]] As he touched her he felt like the world was on fire. It was something he hadn't realized before, but had suspected. His heart started to beat faster and he felt like he was sweating -- like he was afraid. But it was a good fear, exciting, thrilling. Because deep down inside, he felt secure. He felt comfortable. Cozyed up in a nice warm bed, by a fire with a warm mug of spiced milk. There was something stronger than lust here. He'd only ever heard men talk of lust -- the desire, the impulse to take a woman. He'd felt it in his teens, but never acted on it save a few times to try it out. It never left him with anything but emptyness. Now, he was filled with something much deeper than lust -- all sparked by that one simple touch. Gods, he loved her. Oh F*ck. He loved her -- how could he not realise this?! How could he not realise it sooner?! And he also had to sort out Henry and...oh gods he loved her. It all kind of collated inside, until all he could do was flash one of the stupidest smiles that existed and murmured. "We..we should get some rest."
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Post by ashrain on Jan 26, 2017 17:57:25 GMT -5
Inez turned as Catalina ordered her to follow after Margaret and nodded respectfully at the English Princess in a gesture to show obedience though every bit of her wanted to rebel and fight back against them all and expose everything which was happening but instead she smiled a calculating smile at the Princess. Her hands splayed across her skirt and her palms were slightly sweaty and skidded across the fabric of them easily as she was nervous about what was going to happen. She had some influence over the Princess Catalina but that was mostly because of the fact that her sister was best friends with princess not due to any strength of her own but that was useless when it came to the english court and Princess Margaret until Catalina married Henry was the most important lady in the kingdom.
"Where do you want me to go," Inez asked the princess hoping that this was a completely innocent question and not as she feared due to her suspicions about her, Thomas and Marie and what they were planning which she had clearly not hidden well enough.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 26, 2017 19:23:35 GMT -5
[[flip I'm sorry guys I can't reply tonight. My replies would be too short and I'm just so tired. Night.]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 6:02:31 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. [[Flip I didn't reply to this first I'm so sorry, Ash, you have permission to kick my as* in. ]] Jane gritted her teeth. Great, not an apothecary or a priest to dedicate her soul to heaven -- just some gentry. And a man at that -- most likely he preferred the blood in his women to come from between their legs after he took her maidenhead. Oh she knew she shouldn't be so judgmental -- not all men were like that -- but in her current state she felt very vulnerable. And the fact he was now brandishing a weapon did not help in the slightest. "Great," she muttered through the pain, gritting her teeth as it suddenly became worse. "You're going to knife me too," she managed to choke out before she collapsed to the floor in a writhing collection of agony. She yelled and started to coil at how bad it had become. The situation was desperate, now she really did need help. "G..Get me a hot poker," she said "and some gin." She knew there was a w*ore-hole nearby, and surely a young man of his persuasion knew of it -- he'd go there, and be back in five minutes...if he decided to help her.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 6:13:15 GMT -5
She too felt something, a feeling that coursed along the base of her spine and made her hand fall back to her lap. She could feel her cheeks colouring, but hoped he would attribute it to the warmth of the fire. It was getting late and the sky was now black and dotted with hundreds of stars. It was beautiful and even if their purpose for being here was questionable she couldn't deny it was beautiful. She adored being outside, there was something so relaxing about the fresh air.
She dipped her head in agreement, they needed to get some rest with another long day of riding ahead of them. She subtly pulled her bedroll a little closer to his, it was warmer here by the fire and also she felt safe beside him. Slightly concerned that the two French guards would return in their intoxicated state with ill thoughts in their heads.
"Goodnight." She muttered, her voice barely more than a whisper as she rubbed her eyes, realising just how tired she was. Richard couldn't sleep for a while -- his head was active of thoughts Brinn and his feelings towards her. This was all so new to him, and a distraction while he was working on a very dangerous mission. But still, he just couldn't stop thinking. Eventually he turned to her, watching as she slept soft and soundly. He thought about how he'd like to watch her every night -- and make sure she was safe against just about everything and anything. It was this desire to watch Brinn and make sure that she was safe that lead him to be awake well into the wee small hours of the morning. That's when he heard the sound. It was a vile, unholy sound. He'd heard it many times before -- two people were fornicating. But this time was different, because he could hear the soft piqued sound of Annette's french accent, and another, deeper french sounding voice. Silently, Richard got up and stayed low among the bushes. He had a natural aptitude for hiding and sneaking among the trees and the darkness. Now, when it was all so important that he remain undetected, he did just that -- until he saw them both. Louis and Annette, together, against a tree. Her skirt was hoisted up and his trews were down. God it was disgusting. But it was incriminating evidence. Richard just begged silently that some sort of device existed that could capture instantaneous images, because he knew his testimony alone was not good enough for the King. No, he'd need to find another way to expose this -- but at least now, there was a true crime. The next day was only half a day to the chapel. Richard stayed behind with Brinn, on their horses, and he watched Louis and Annette with hatred. At the opertuine moment, when Annette and Henry were talking and laughing, and Louis and Jean-Luke were muttering in french to one another, he said what he needed to. "He's f*cking her. Louis. He's f*cking Annette. Once he gets sick, we need to coax the truth out of him -- in front of the King."
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 6:20:14 GMT -5
Inez turned as Catalina ordered her to follow after Margaret and nodded respectfully at the English Princess in a gesture to show obedience though every bit of her wanted to rebel and fight back against them all and expose everything which was happening but instead she smiled a calculating smile at the Princess. Her hands splayed across her skirt and her palms were slightly sweaty and skidded across the fabric of them easily as she was nervous about what was going to happen. She had some influence over the Princess Catalina but that was mostly because of the fact that her sister was best friends with princess not due to any strength of her own but that was useless when it came to the english court and Princess Margaret until Catalina married Henry was the most important lady in the kingdom. "Where do you want me to go," Inez asked the princess hoping that this was a completely innocent question and not as she feared due to her suspicions about her, Thomas and Marie and what they were planning which she had clearly not hidden well enough. To the tower, Margaret said to herself. But in public she smiled politely towards Inez. "Follow me, my lady," she said and they started to make their way through the corridors. What would she do? Lock her up? Threaten her? Margaret had no idea. There was no spanish letter, and being alone with the woman was a difficult situation. To make matters worse -- she felt the sickness coming. Oh, it was the part she hated most about having a child in her belly -- the sickness. She tried to speed up, to get it to go away, but it just didn't. Quickly, she made a detour for one of the vacant chambers of the palace, knowing that her father had it vacated when one of his mistresses died. She ran to it and found the privies before she hurled and vacated most of her lunch. Her face was truly red with embarrassment. What would Inez think now? And for the love of God, Margaret hope she didn't figure out why she had thrown up, lest she use the child against her.
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Post by Kurai on Jan 27, 2017 7:46:15 GMT -5
There was something different about her companion when she awoke, a quiet distance that she picked up on immediately. Unfortunately with the french guards within earshot at all times she couldn't get a chance to ask him. Instead she focused her mind on readying their horses. Her own black gelding sensed her unease and pushed his head against her chest, blowing softly through his flared nostrils. "Easy boy." She whispered to him, rubbing his ears affectionately. She led the horses to their riders and they were quickly on the road once more.
The silence was different this time and she frequently looked over to Richard beside her. Subtly she slowed the pace of her horse, knowing reliable Pilgrim would do the same, leaving a little more distance between them and those riding up ahead. They seemed lost in their conversation anyway, and wouldn't notice their lagging traveling companions.
With the distance Richard finally broke his silence, his voice was muted but she could hear him clearly enough. Shock wrote itself across her face as he spoke, it must have been what he had seen last night, whilst she was sleeping. "Why would she risk it now? After everything?" She couldn't understand this woman. Why would she compromise herself now? "How long will it take for the sickness to set in. The Chapel isn't far now and we need to work quickly."
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Post by ashrain on Jan 27, 2017 16:02:35 GMT -5
[[Flip I didn't reply to this first I'm so sorry, Ash, you have permission to kick my as* in. ]] Jane gritted her teeth. Great, not an apothecary or a priest to dedicate her soul to heaven -- just some gentry. And a man at that -- most likely he preferred the blood in his women to come from between their legs after he took her maidenhead. Oh she knew she shouldn't be so judgmental -- not all men were like that -- but in her current state she felt very vulnerable. And the fact he was now brandishing a weapon did not help in the slightest. "Great," she muttered through the pain, gritting her teeth as it suddenly became worse. "You're going to knife me too," she managed to choke out before she collapsed to the floor in a writhing collection of agony. She yelled and started to coil at how bad it had become. The situation was desperate, now she really did need help. "G..Get me a hot poker," she said "and some gin." She knew there was a w*ore-hole nearby, and surely a young man of his persuasion knew of it -- he'd go there, and be back in five minutes...if he decided to help her. ((No worries-Sorry this took forever but it is really long))
Hal stood stock still for a second in complete shock as he tried to process exactly what was going on in front of him. The woman had fallen to the ground in agony but he didn't understand why a woman who judging by what he could see of her dress seemed relatively high born was lying in the garden in agony impaled by a knife. He sheathed his blade quickly and stepped forward kneeling by the girl's body.
Just about catching the girl's words Hal stood back up. The closest place to where they were currently he could think that he'd easily be able to find both a poker and gin was Sasha's brothel a place he had visited more than once but he didn't want to leave Jane as she seemed so vulnerable. He considered picking her up and carrying her but part of the journey was down a steep hill and it would take him more than twice the time than it would were he to go alone.
"Wait here," he said jumping into action as the girl let out a groan even though Hal knew that the question was a bit useless considering that the girl was far to incapacitated to be able to walk or run anywhere.
Hal sprung into a sprint running down towards the nearby village and the brothel was just on the outskirts of the town. The hill was steep but Hal didn't slow down and instead maintained his speed as he pelted down the hill face first without pausing for even a second. Reaching the bottom of the hill he doubled his speed if that was even possible and pausing for a second outside of the brothel to regain his breath he shoulders his way in.
Pushing his way through the crowd Hal actually ignoring the throng of naked bodies and exposed flesh which was all around him for the first time in well forever. "Hello Hal," a women with long luxurious back hair which was waved back out of her face said in a breathy voice. "Do you need company," She asked again running her hand down his arm.
"Not now Ria," Hal said stepping back from Ria's outstretched hands. "I need a hot poker fresh from the fire and gin." Ria shot him a surprised look but she complied none the less and handed him a poker and a pitcher of gin. He pulled her in with his spare hand after she said this and laid a kiss upon her lips before he pivoted on his left foot, pulled back from her and ran out of the brothel.
The run back was faster than he expected it to be adrenaline fuelling him as he felt the heat raising up from the poker he clutched in his left hand. He weaved through dark garden and he breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted the limp body of the girl dropping the poker a few feet away from the girl and he rolled the girl over so that her head rested in her lap. She was breathing faintly but seemed weaker than before and Hal felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her even though he scarcely knew her.
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Post by ashrain on Jan 27, 2017 18:12:20 GMT -5
To the tower, Margaret said to herself. But in public she smiled politely towards Inez. "Follow me, my lady," she said and they started to make their way through the corridors. What would she do? Lock her up? Threaten her? Margaret had no idea. There was no spanish letter, and being alone with the woman was a difficult situation. To make matters worse -- she felt the sickness coming. Oh, it was the part she hated most about having a child in her belly -- the sickness. She tried to speed up, to get it to go away, but it just didn't. Quickly, she made a detour for one of the vacant chambers of the palace, knowing that her father had it vacated when one of his mistresses died. She ran to it and found the privies before she hurled and vacated most of her lunch. Her face was truly red with embarrassment. What would Inez think now? And for the love of God, Margaret hope she didn't figure out why she had thrown up, lest she use the child against her. "Are you okay," Inez said from outside the privy concerned about the princess. She might not trust her or like her but she did respect the princess due to the way that she always seemed to be so composed and controlled and that was something Inez envied about her even if she hated her behaviour and morals at least she performed them with grace and respect.
Inez knocked on the door twice as she tried to see whether Margaret would mind if she entered but she knew not to open the door. If it had been her vomiting she wouldn't want anyone not even her sister to come in to talk to her without her permission and she wasn't friends with Margaret whatsoever making it wildly unrealistic that she wouldn't mind but it was worth a go considering that she felt like she had to help Margaret and it would only help her if the British Princess trusted her.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 27, 2017 18:13:42 GMT -5
Ailsa couldn't help but laugh, crossing her arms and leaning against the back of a bale of hay, somewhat more relaxed now. She took the liberty to look at him a bit more -- not as quaint and coy as other women were. "Aye, f*cking true mate," she said to his comment -- appreciating the humour he kept about the situation. Her sense of humour was quite black anyway. "It's not just my clothing with men like 'im. It's everything -- the eyes, the hair, the accent...suppose they don't like the fact I'll na'er step inside a church either," she said, looking down to the side as a bitter memory came to mind. But at his proposal she perked her head up. Of course -- even a farm hand didn't have muscles like that from nothing but plough work. No, there was something else to this boy. Something she could help with. She walked towards him, arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "As long as it's what a think it is, aye." Elias laughed lightly as well and tipped his head to her and nodded, "In a time like this, not daring to step under the shadow of a steeple does come across as a bit superstitious." he commented to her lightly. As she approached him he arched a brow to her in curiosity and enjoyment. Her eyes at flickered over him and he'd caught the gaze, she hadn't been too keen on hiding it though. Elias was used to those looks though, he caught them often from the ladies of the court and those within the castles. Their giggles at his figure and their coos about his features were none well too hidden from him. Though, the ladies seemed to think they were. This was not to say Elias was a promiscuous young man. On the contrary, he'd only been to bed with one other woman in his life and her he'd courted for quite a while before he was allowed to do so. "What you think it is?" he inquired lightly before chuckling and nodding lightly, "I can assure you it is more than likely what you think it is, I am not a man to shield nor mask my intentions." he then rose to his full height and gave her a bow, "A man of honesty and a man of my word, I can promise you that, my lady." Rising back up he strolled to stand before her and offered her his arm for them to go walk, "My name is Elias, miss. My proposition is this: you train me in the ways of swordsmanship and battle tactics and, in return, I train you how to be a lady of the English court." His eyes remained on hers the entirety of their conversation though he may have snuck a look over her figure as she had done to him. Not quite so blatantly though.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 18:55:40 GMT -5
There was something different about her companion when she awoke, a quiet distance that she picked up on immediately. Unfortunately with the french guards within earshot at all times she couldn't get a chance to ask him. Instead she focused her mind on readying their horses. Her own black gelding sensed her unease and pushed his head against her chest, blowing softly through his flared nostrils. "Easy boy." She whispered to him, rubbing his ears affectionately. She led the horses to their riders and they were quickly on the road once more.
The silence was different this time and she frequently looked over to Richard beside her. Subtly she slowed the pace of her horse, knowing reliable Pilgrim would do the same, leaving a little more distance between them and those riding up ahead. They seemed lost in their conversation anyway, and wouldn't notice their lagging traveling companions.
With the distance Richard finally broke his silence, his voice was muted but she could hear him clearly enough. Shock wrote itself across her face as he spoke, it must have been what he had seen last night, whilst she was sleeping. "Why would she risk it now? After everything?" She couldn't understand this woman. Why would she compromise herself now? "How long will it take for the sickness to set in. The Chapel isn't far now and we need to work quickly." [[Loving the new avi!]] "Because despite all her skill and coquettish abilities she has one failing -- she is french," he said, a rugged smile waxing it's way onto his lips. He eased down into the saddle and prepared for the last leg of the journey -- it was finishing fast, and he had to think hard on what to do. "Perhaps part of her loves him, maybe, perhaps part of him loves her...God, women are such complex creatures," he finished, sweating slightly as he looked at her -- realizing he might not have said the right thing. But by God it was true -- especially her. Did she...could she? Should he...? Ugh. It was all too much. He'd been wrapped up in those thoughts for so long, he didn't see the time fly by as he came to a halt. The horses pulled up and Henry slid off -- taking the hand of his bride to be and bringing her off her horse. The would-be King looked around, and then to the priest who was standing outside the chapel. "Right," Henry said, looking over to Richard. "You and the boys go tie the horses up, I'm sure my darling will want a hand with bridal preparations," the Prince said, eyeing up the two woman. The time was now -- everything hung on that one moment. Richard nodded and then went past Brinn on his way to tie up the horses. He didn't know what he would do yet -- but he'd think of something. "Do exactly as she says and play the good lady -- I will get us out of this, I promise," he said, before planting a kiss upon her cheek. "For show," he whispered to her ear, then left for the horses. Already inside her parlor room inside the chapel, Annette brushed up on blusher and donned a veil and roses -- apparently an old family tradition of hers.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 19:04:27 GMT -5
((No worries-Sorry this took forever but it is really long))
Hal stood stock still for a second in complete shock as he tried to process exactly what was going on in front of him. The woman had fallen to the ground in agony but he didn't understand why a woman who judging by what he could see of her dress seemed relatively high born was lying in the garden in agony impaled by a knife. He sheathed his blade quickly and stepped forward kneeling by the girl's body.
Just about catching the girl's words Hal stood back up. The closest place to where they were currently he could think that he'd easily be able to find both a poker and gin was Sasha's brothel a place he had visited more than once but he didn't want to leave Jane as she seemed so vulnerable. He considered picking her up and carrying her but part of the journey was down a steep hill and it would take him more than twice the time than it would were he to go alone.
"Wait here," he said jumping into action as the girl let out a groan even though Hal knew that the question was a bit useless considering that the girl was far to incapacitated to be able to walk or run anywhere.
Hal sprung into a sprint running down towards the nearby village and the brothel was just on the outskirts of the town. The hill was steep but Hal didn't slow down and instead maintained his speed as he pelted down the hill face first without pausing for even a second. Reaching the bottom of the hill he doubled his speed if that was even possible and pausing for a second outside of the brothel to regain his breath he shoulders his way in.
Pushing his way through the crowd Hal actually ignoring the throng of naked bodies and exposed flesh which was all around him for the first time in well forever. "Hello Hal," a women with long luxurious back hair which was waved back out of her face said in a breathy voice. "Do you need company," She asked again running her hand down his arm.
"Not now Ria," Hal said stepping back from Ria's outstretched hands. "I need a hot poker fresh from the fire and gin." Ria shot him a surprised look but she complied none the less and handed him a poker and a pitcher of gin. He pulled her in with his spare hand after she said this and laid a kiss upon her lips before he pivoted on his left foot, pulled back from her and ran out of the brothel.
The run back was faster than he expected it to be adrenaline fuelling him as he felt the heat raising up from the poker he clutched in his left hand. He weaved through dark garden and he breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted the limp body of the girl dropping the poker a few feet away from the girl and he rolled the girl over so that her head rested in her lap. She was breathing faintly but seemed weaker than before and Hal felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her even though he scarcely knew her. 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."
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 27, 2017 19:05:40 GMT -5
( Kurai your avvie is so cute!)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 19:12:06 GMT -5
To the tower, Margaret said to herself. But in public she smiled politely towards Inez. "Follow me, my lady," she said and they started to make their way through the corridors. What would she do? Lock her up? Threaten her? Margaret had no idea. There was no spanish letter, and being alone with the woman was a difficult situation. To make matters worse -- she felt the sickness coming. Oh, it was the part she hated most about having a child in her belly -- the sickness. She tried to speed up, to get it to go away, but it just didn't. Quickly, she made a detour for one of the vacant chambers of the palace, knowing that her father had it vacated when one of his mistresses died. She ran to it and found the privies before she hurled and vacated most of her lunch. Her face was truly red with embarrassment. What would Inez think now? And for the love of God, Margaret hope she didn't figure out why she had thrown up, lest she use the child against her. "Are you okay," Inez said from outside the privy concerned about the princess. She might not trust her or like her but she did respect the princess due to the way that she always seemed to be so composed and controlled and that was something Inez envied about her even if she hated her behaviour and morals at least she performed them with grace and respect.
Inez knocked on the door twice as she tried to see whether Margaret would mind if she entered but she knew not to open the door. If it had been her vomiting she wouldn't want anyone not even her sister to come in to talk to her without her permission and she wasn't friends with Margaret whatsoever making it wildly unrealistic that she wouldn't mind but it was worth a go considering that she felt like she had to help Margaret and it would only help her if the British Princess trusted her."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.
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jan 27, 2017 19:18:34 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh, the English dislike for the French was well known and shared by every good citizen. Perhaps that was where her own primal dislike of the woman came from, but perhaps it was something deeper than that. She smirked in response to his comment about women, knowing he had made himself uncomfortable. She didn't mind, in fact she agreed. There were parts of the female psyche that even she couldn't understand.
They came to a halt, the beautiful chapel standing before them. She slid from her mount, taking his reins over his head and rubbing his face softly. "You behave." She said to the horse before handing him to Richard. He leant close to whisper in her ear and she dipped her head as she listened. "I have a plan. If you can get Henry within earshot of wherever she decides to do her preparations I might be able to get her to slip up." It was a long shot, but it was worth a try. If it didn't work they could move on to the next plan.
He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she smiled gently. "Be careful." With that she moved reluctantly after the frenchwoman. She stepped into the parlor room, quite sure she had never been in one before. What need to a stable girl have for a parlor room? "M'lady." She said giving a small curtsey, instantly feeling ridiculous for doing so. "How can I help you?"
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 27, 2017 19:18:58 GMT -5
Elias laughed lightly as well and tipped his head to her and nodded, "In a time like this, not daring to step under the shadow of a steeple does come across as a bit superstitious." he commented to her lightly. As she approached him he arched a brow to her in curiosity and enjoyment. Her eyes at flickered over him and he'd caught the gaze, she hadn't been too keen on hiding it though. Elias was used to those looks though, he caught them often from the ladies of the court and those within the castles. Their giggles at his figure and their coos about his features were none well too hidden from him. Though, the ladies seemed to think they were. This was not to say Elias was a promiscuous young man. On the contrary, he'd only been to bed with one other woman in his life and her he'd courted for quite a while before he was allowed to do so. "What you think it is?" he inquired lightly before chuckling and nodding lightly, "I can assure you it is more than likely what you think it is, I am not a man to shield nor mask my intentions." he then rose to his full height and gave her a bow, "A man of honesty and a man of my word, I can promise you that, my lady." Rising back up he strolled to stand before her and offered her his arm for them to go walk, "My name is Elias, miss. My proposition is this: you train me in the ways of swordsmanship and battle tactics and, in return, I train you how to be a lady of the English court." His eyes remained on hers the entirety of their conversation though he may have snuck a look over her figure as she had done to him. Not quite so blatantly though. Ailsa supposed she should hold herself back -- be more modest about her attraction for him. But she wasn't a liar, and she couldn't do that kind of stuff well. Still, unlike some people, she never let her loins get in the way of what was important -- and right now her life was certainly more important. As she heard his proposition her eyes sparked with delight. It seemed he was not just a pretty face -- but was also smart, and able to brandish the suggestions first without testing the air. He was perhaps, the first englishman she'd ever liked. One day, he may even earn her respect. "You've got a deal sonny," she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. "Time and place of our first lesson then?"
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 27, 2017 19:24:36 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.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 28, 2017 10:52:01 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh, the English dislike for the French was well known and shared by every good citizen. Perhaps that was where her own primal dislike of the woman came from, but perhaps it was something deeper than that. She smirked in response to his comment about women, knowing he had made himself uncomfortable. She didn't mind, in fact she agreed. There were parts of the female psyche that even she couldn't understand.
They came to a halt, the beautiful chapel standing before them. She slid from her mount, taking his reins over his head and rubbing his face softly. "You behave." She said to the horse before handing him to Richard. He leant close to whisper in her ear and she dipped her head as she listened. "I have a plan. If you can get Henry within earshot of wherever she decides to do her preparations I might be able to get her to slip up." It was a long shot, but it was worth a try. If it didn't work they could move on to the next plan.
He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she smiled gently. "Be careful." With that she moved reluctantly after the frenchwoman. She stepped into the parlor room, quite sure she had never been in one before. What need to a stable girl have for a parlor room? "M'lady." She said giving a small curtsey, instantly feeling ridiculous for doing so. "How can I help you?" Her words lingered in his ear -- so sweet, and so live saving. She had a plan. Richard's only attempt had been to blackmail Louis into telling the King the truth - he probably held some title in France, and therefore would be listened to by the King. But now, he could hold back on that. He flashed Brinn one last look before heading to tie up the horses. Once that was done, he advised Louis to sit down and rest, saying he only had a 'chill'. By that time, the King to be was arranging his appearance in the chapel, beside the priest. Richard smiled and bowed to the King. "M'lord, Jean-Luc showed me a few papers that must be signed in order for you to detach yourself from any previous engagements -- a french thing, apparently. If I could show you the way to them.." he started. Henry cocked one eyebrow. "Shouldn't I have a lawyer present for that?" he asked. But Richard only smiled and dipped his head low. "Your majesty -- if I may -- you're the most educated man in the realm -- you are to be King, for gods sake. Any man would trust you with his own matters of state," he said, before leaning in and lowering his voice. "And if any man should contest something you disagree on in the future....you are the King, your majesty." Henry gleamed as he spoke. Perhaps it was the good mood at his impending 'wedding', or perhaps it was something else. Either way -- he patted Richard heartily on the shoulder and followed him, complimenting him on his eloquent tongue. *** As soon as she heard Brinn, Annette smiled, she wasn't in front of Henry now -- but she still needed to regain some level of reality, even in front of this peasant. "Could you tighten this corset up for me? I want to make sure the King sees a perfect figure," she said.
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