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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Oct 19, 2018 20:30:51 GMT -5
*Nightwhisper
#26 || The other side -- The greatest showman
Royalty/medieval/friendship or romance genre rp
A story about Muse A, a young royal living their best life in the castle and Muse B, a commoner who works in the kitchens of Muse A's castle. Both think the grass is greener on the other side, and want a taste of the others life. On a late night, when Muse A is simply wandering the castle, and Muse B is working late in the kitchens, the two come across each other, and strike up a conversation. They form an unusual, delicate, alliance - one where they sneak around pretending to be anyone but themselves.
would you like muse a or b??
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Oct 21, 2018 21:36:41 GMT -5
I'll do muse b and make them a girl then, if that's okay (:
Here's a quick little description of her if you could do something similar for your character that would be great and then we can get started!
Delilah "Del" Rivers A sweet nineteen year old female with a big imagination. Delilah has been working in the castle kitchens for ten years now, having started by scrubbing the floors for some extra coins for her father. Her mother having died in childbirth, this young girls life has always been on the harder side, but she's managed to make something of herself in the castle kitchens. Although she loves her job and the work that she does, Delilah has always wanted more, both for herself and her father, who works hard as a laborer. Whilst she is generally sweet and more then willing to help, Delilah will also be the first to stand up for those who need it, and can have a rather sharp tongue with those who try to mess with her, or those who are ignorant.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 22, 2018 17:53:16 GMT -5
Haha, okay. I actually have a kingly character I use in a somewhat similar plot, so he'll be perfect. XD
Charles "Casper" Richardson At the young age of twenty, every each of Charles screams "Prince". Standing close to six foot even, his dark brown hair is cut short and neat, and his brown eyes show the calm confidence that was trained of him since he was young. He walks with a sure stride that comes with wandering the castle all his life, and with the assurance that no place is off limits to him. As the only child and King-In-Waiting, the young man is allowed to see the inner workings of all business within the kingdom, from politics to defenses to war strategies. Another sign of his training is his muscular build. He wasn't a mountain of a man, but it's hard to hide the define muscles he has acquired from his sparring practice and hunts. Yet, what he didn't learn from his father or tutors was his view on the people of the kingdom. Unlike his father, he liked the peasants and the merchants that made his kingdom, and he was determined to help them more than his father had done. It wasn't an unknown to all that he had made friends with the servants of his household. In fact, there was something about their more simpler lives that he enjoyed. Perhaps that it was because most people worked hard to earn their food and pay, while all he did was roam the castle all day, living in constant comfort. While he isn't unappreciative of what he has, Charles believes that everything that goes along with his name he does not truly deserve.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Oct 24, 2018 20:34:27 GMT -5
{{ awesome!! here's a starter for you - it can be when they first officially meet in the kitchens (: also I just wanted to check did you want to take this on a they become friends path, or have it eventually turn into a romance? }}
Delilah was kneading bread.
Normally this was done first thing in the morning, by those who arrived at the kitchens before the sun was up, but there was a banquet coming up in two days, and they needed a lot of bread - so Delilah had been instructed to stay back and make fifty loaves, a hard task for any one person, but she'd earned an extra gold coin because of it, so it was worth it. She needed all the money that she could get, that was for sure. Her father had recently become ill and had been unable to work, so they were relying on the meagre income she earned to sustain them until he got better.
Thoughts of her father, and what she would eat tonight swirled around the young woman's mind, occupying her attention as her hands worked the dough without thought. This was a process that she could do with her eyes closed, and so she now found the task quite relaxing - enjoying the steady rhythm of folding the dough and then squishing it.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 25, 2018 19:20:49 GMT -5
(Great! To me, I don't really care. I say we just let it unfold naturally. Let them build up a friendship, and then, down the line, if we think they'd be cute as a couple we can try it. If it doesn't work out, then we can have them go back to being friends. I'm not too picky on it.)
The time for dinner had long passed. Most of the higher born had already retired to their chambers or visiting with others as night settled around the castle. Even with all the excitement for the banquet fast approaching, things were fading into the peaceful lull of evening. All except for Charles.
Now, why would the King-in-Waiting be skulking about through the hallways at such an hour? Had he been heading towards his father's study or the stables, no one might have thought anything of it. It wasn't unlike the King to hold meeting with his only son in the evenings, and the young prince was fond of the horses and dogs raised in the keep. Yet this wasn't his destination. No, the kitchens were where he was heading. Why? Simple. Earlier that day, the head cook of the kitchens had been preparing some fresh honey cakes for the banquet. When Charles tried to take a few for himself, he almost lost a hand. So now, with the majority of the work completed for the day, the kitchens should be deserted, which gave him a perfect opportunity for an early midnight snack.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Oct 29, 2018 20:55:48 GMT -5
{{ sounds perfect to me! }}
Finally satisfied with this batch of dough, Delilah gave it one last sprinkle of flour over the top and then moved it to the side to let it sit for a while. The ovens that she had roaring had caused sweat to form on her brow as she worked, and she wiped it away on her sleeve before pulling a blob of dough she'd made earlier closer to her. Having had time to rest, this batch was finally ready to put into the oven. Grabbing the large knife resting on the long bench beside her, Delilah pressed the blade through the sticky mixture in front of her, cutting it into four even sections. Turning to the oven, she opened the door, frowning at the wave of heat that rushed into her as she did before quickly placing the four pieces of dough into the heat. There was no need for tins to hold the bread tonight, as this wasn't the sweet bread for the desserts, or honey cakes, but a simple commoners bread used for mopping up stew.
Turning back to her work, Delilah calculated that she needed to make five more batches of dough before she would be done. Figuring that she had better get started, she began once again mixing the ingredients together in a large bowl, using her hands to mush it all together. Her eyes fell on the honey cakes lining the window sill, the delicious treats had been left to cool over night - and were certainly tempting. However, she knew that the head cook knew exactly how many were there, and there would only be one person to blame if any went missing. Her. Sighing, Delilah wiped her forehead once again before glancing longing at the entrance and exit to the kitchen. She desperately wanted to go home to see her father, but knew she would not be out of here for another few hours at least. Before she turned away however, she saw a movement at the door. "Hello?" She called, hands pausing their work, dough dripping from her fingers.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Oct 29, 2018 21:44:00 GMT -5
Charles gave a quick glance over his shoulder to be sure no one would witness his presence. Despite having the authority to be going about wherever he pleased, part of the fun of this mission was the element of stealth. In his own mind, he was doing incredibly well. So far, no one had crossed his path, no one had stopped to question him. A small grin spread across his face. This was going much better than he had hoped for. And then he actually stepped into the kitchen.
For as much as he was bragging to himself on his so called "skills," he had been foolish enough not to actually check to see if anyone was in the kitchen. The young man froze just inside the doorway, his heart pounding a mile a minute in panic, and turned his gaze in the direction of the voice that greeted him. It wasn't the head chef, that much was clear. That, at least, helped calm down his racing heart a bit. His whole posture was suspicious, so he quickly straightened up and gave a small, nervous chuckle. "Oh, uh, hello," he returned. "I didn't expect anyone to still be up and about at this hour. Forgive me if I startled you."
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Nov 3, 2018 20:10:11 GMT -5
Delilah frowned slightly at the voice, not immediately registering who it belonged to as she peered in to the darkness that still slightly shrowded the person who had entered the kitchen. The initial fear had worn off now, as the figure had spoken, apologising for startling her. It wasn't someone who was here to hurt her then. And then it clicked, and her brain registered who it was she was looking at. After those delayed moments, Delilah hurried to curtsey, "Prince Charles!" She exclaimed. Although she knew that out of all the royals and nobility, he was the most friendly (rumours said he had even performed tasks for the servants before), she thought it best to play it safe. A curtsey was befitted of all nobles when compared to her station, let alone the crown prince. Straightening, she beckoned him further into the kitchen, into the warm glow of the ovens.
"I'm preparing bread for the banquet. Can I get you anything?" She inquired politely, figuring that there must be some kind of reason for his travel down here. The royals could get food sent up to the quarters at any time that they liked, and so a personal trip down was slightly unusual. Maybe the prince had just fancied a walk tonight?
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 3, 2018 20:18:25 GMT -5
"Oh, no, no, none of that. Stop it," Charles chided lightly. He made a motion for her to rise from her curtsy, a small smile on his face. "It's far too late at night for such things. And Charles will do." At her biding, the man walked closer to the ovens and the ring of light they produced. The smells of the baking bread were delightful, making his mouth water.
"No, don't trouble yourself on my account. I have two good legs and hands. If I wish for something, than I can get it myself. Please, do not let me interrupt your work," he said, casting at the piles of dough on the table still needing to be baked. "However, if you do not mind my asking, why are you baking bread at this hour? Surely this could wait until tomorrow? Would that not be a better time?"
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Nov 7, 2018 6:40:58 GMT -5
Delilah gave a small nod of affirmation as she was instructed to call him Charles. She had never personally met the Prince, and his lack of formality was certainly odd, and maybe a little too good to be true. She would have to be cautious around this man. One wrong word from her could change his apparent niceness into something much more sinister for her. Although she had heard nothing but kind things about him, there was only so much truth to kitchen gossip - and Delilah wasn't one lucky enough to be out as a serving girl, she was too talented in the kitchen for that apparently. She had hoped on so many occassions, to at least glimpse the magnificent dining hall, to smell the sweetness of the ladies perfumes as they floated about the room. Bringing herself back to reality, Delilah continued her work on the bread, scooping it from the bowl onto the counter and beginning to knead it.
"Tomorrow is meat day." She stated simply, as if that would explain everything. After a seconds pause, she realised how odd that would sound to anyone who had not spent some time working in a kitchen before a banquet. She talked as she kneaded the dough, realising that she would have to explain further. "What I mean to say is that for a banquet of this size, the meat needs to be started the day before so there is enough time to rotate everything through and have it all cooked. Marnie insists on slow roasting everything for at least eight hours as well." She added on, a small smile forming at the mention of the head cook. Marnie was a large, round, woman who had a thunderous voice, but a massive heart. She had been the one to get Delilah her job in the kitchen to start with. "The day of the banquet is for peeling, slicing and cooking the vegetables." she continued on explaining. "So the bread needs to be finished tonight since it lasts the longest of the three. In answer to your question, no, tomorrow would, in fact, not be a better time." she finished.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 7, 2018 8:42:21 GMT -5
Charles was more than aware of how odd his actions were. How many times had his mother and father tried to lecture him about helping the servants with their chores? It was all well and good to make friends because then you'll have loyal servants. It was not well and good to lower himself into their station. Personally, he didn't see what harm there was learning how to clean up after himself or to know how to prepare a room for guests. If anything, that just showed how much interest and importance he held his guest if he was willing to do it himself. However, the other nobles of the court couldn't see it his way. Many times he had overheard mocking whispers, to which he always made a point to set straight. No one could say it hindered his ability as King-in-Waiting, but people just couldn't seem to shake off how "odd" it all was.
At the mention of Marnie, an affectionate smile spread across the prince's face. She had been head cook since as long as he could remember. Since he was a child, he would invade the kitchens and watch her work. She always complained about him getting in the way, but secretly he believed she had grown fond of him as well. She was more of a nanny to him than his actual nannies due to his spending so much time among the servants. "Ah, Marnie is very strict about structure," he had to admit. "I can see her reasoning. Well then, what do I need to do?" Even before the woman answered, he was rolling back his sleeves to his elbows, fully intending to help her with whatever she needed assistance with.
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Nov 10, 2018 17:29:19 GMT -5
Delilah stood, frozen in shock for a second as the prince began to roll up his sleeves, asking what he needed to do. What was going on here? She was tempted to insist that she could do the work herself, that there was no need for him to help her. He really shouldn't be helping her. But, at the same time, the hour was late, and her arms were tired, and if he was offering his help, why knock it back? An extra pair of hands would certainly be useful. And so she dipped her head in a slight nod, and began talking, explaining what she was doing - "You need to work the dough." She began, "Fold it in on itself, and then push it out, like this." She continued, folding the dough in half and then using her hands to spread it again. "Just keep repeating the process, folding it in different directions." She added, and then stepped to the side, allowing room for Charles to work on the dough.
She reached for one of the piles of dough that she had left to rest, and deciding that it was ready to go into the oven, she quickly cut it into sections and placed it into the oven, gently poking the bread she had put in there early. It wasn't quite ready yet, so she turned back to the bench, bringing her mixing bowl closer. She had four more batches to make, and with Charles kneading the dough, she should be able to get them done within an hour. Then, all she had to do was wait for them to bake. She didn't mind that part as it gave her time to clean the bench and bowls, and then she could sit and rest for a bit, enjoying the warmth of the oven and watching the coals glow.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 10, 2018 20:55:59 GMT -5
Truthfully, Charles hadn't thought she would agree with his help so readily. Then again, most of the servants by now knew that he wouldn't take no for an answer when it came to participating with chores. The man smiled and walked over to stand beside her. He watched as she demonstrated how to knead the bread, nodding. Simple enough, he thought. As soon as the woman stepped out of the way, he took over, repeating her actions as closely as he could. "Alright, how long do I fold it?" he asked. "Will there be a noticeable change in the dough?"
(Sorry, it's short. My next reply will be longer, I promise.)
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Post by υиdεяcσνεяѕнεяlσcк on Nov 12, 2018 19:04:00 GMT -5
{{ hey all good! I realise I didn't actually give you too much to work with in my last reply so no problem (: also the amount of research about bread that I've done for this is kind of hilarious - accuracy is key XD }}
Delilah nodded her head. "Yeah, you should be able to feel it. The dough will become more stretchy, but also smoother as all the ingredients are mixed together." She explained. "The goal is to strengthen the loaf and make sure that the flour and water are properly mixed, so that way when it goes into the oven, it can actually rise." She added on, figuring that there was no harm in providing the small bit of extra knowledge. Pouring the next batch that she had just mixed onto the bench, Delilah began kneading that one now, her practiced hands working quickly as she folded and stretched the dough.
As she worked, she couldn't help but wonder the princes' true intentions behind this. If he had simply wanted something to eat, then, as he had insisted, he could get it himself - she had done her part and offered, but actually helping her with her work was something else entirely. There was no need for him to go so far as to actually help prepare the food for his own banquet. She wondered what the rest of the kitchen staff would think if she were to tell them about this. They probably wouldn't believe her. She had heard stories about Charles helping people, but that had more so been from the maids or pages, never the kitchen staff. Happy with her dough, she pushed it into the line that had formed to rest, pausing for a second before reaching for the blob of dough that had been left to rest for the longest time in the line. "Why are you helping me?" She asked quietly as she sectioned off the dough.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Nov 16, 2018 8:41:02 GMT -5
(XD Haha, yeah, I've had some of those moments too. And that's dedication, lol. I wouldn't have cared for accuracy, but look at what we both learned because of it! XD The wonders of bread making.)
"And you've had to make how many of these loaves?" Charles asked. He was no stranger to physical work. Along with the chores he did for himself, he was also a trained swordsman. He had the stamina for long treks and combats that couldn't be won with words. However, this was a new skill entirely. Despite the simplicity of the act, he could feel a set of muscles being used that he normally didn't on a daily basis. It wasn't bothering him now, but he could anticipate the strain that would kick in after an hour or so. How long had she been here, kneading the dough to perfection? She said she was almost done, so she had to have started work at least two hours ago. Right? Going by what she said, when the dough felt smooth and stretchy, Charles deemed it was ready for the oven. "Is this right?" he asked, holding the lump of soon-to-be bread to the woman to inspect. if it wasn't, he would continue the work until it was.
At her question, however, he paused. He'd never had someone come right out and question him that way. Usually the other servants had a round-about way of asking while trying to be polite. It didn't offend him either way, it was more more of her tone that made him pause. Then he let out a laugh and set the dough down on the counter. "If you are worried about any ill intentions, I assure you, m'lady, that I have none," he told her, smiling gently as he took up another lump of dough to start on. "If I'm being perfectly honest, I don't get very many chances to help in the kitchen. Marnie keeps a tight ship, as you know. She claims I'll ruin everything if she has to keep supervising me, and having me in her way. So I'm kind of glad to have found you here working. I finally get a chance to learn something. Just don't tell Marnie. I don't want her throwing out whatever I've helped make." He shot her a playful grin. "And no woman should be up this late working over a out fire. You'll have plenty of work to do tomorrow, and you need your rest. If I can help lighten the to-do list, then I'm more than happy to do so."
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