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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 13:03:30 GMT -5
(Hello there Lily! I will indeed join this! Give me a little bit with the forms though and thinking up some charries!) [[Aaaaaah <3 Silver! Thank you so much and need any help with anything let me know. ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 13:12:21 GMT -5
Marion took a deep breath, letting out a slow exhale as she tried to calm down. "Okay," Marion agreed "I'll do it, then. It's better for everyone if I at least try to do this. When do you want me to do it?" God, she was nervous. She knew she was, and she knew it was showing, too. Anybody could hear the notes of fear in her voice or see the worry in her eyes. But still she felt a strange sense of duty, something she could not explain that bound her to Margaret, her cause and her task. She had to do it. She was going to do it Margaret smiled, clasping the girl's hands. Thank you, Thank you god, she prayed silently. Thank you for this child. And if we are committing a sin, let me take the blame god -- her soul is as pure as you can get in this world, and with her prayer done, she nodded her head along a bit, towards a small chapel-house in the court yard. Inside were two nun's uniforms. "We won't be noticed in these," she said "where we're going, we don't want to be known as the King's sister and Catherine's lady in waiting," And after they got changed, and Margaret had securely locked the chapel -- a small place her family kept for secret times such as these -- they left for The Lusted Brew -- a grotty little 'gentleman's hole' where w*ores and pr*stitutes laid waiting to snap up the coins of anyone and everyone. Margaret almost gagged at the disgust, but many presumed they were there as a 'special request' by someone or as genuine nun's coming to save lost souls. Eventually they found him, at the bar, rummaging through his pocket for loose change. "Oh come on, just one welsh kiss? It's like a french kiss, but down there--" Margaret yanked the boy back by his collar, his wavy caramel locks bouncing back with him, and dragged him outside to an alleyway. "L-Let go of me!" He snapped, pulling himself back once Margaret let him go. By then, the sunlight on his face showed the smooth skin and fresh cheekbones. He was in his early twenties, with crystal blue eyes and some subtle stubble. "Well, think he looks good enough for her?" Margaret asked Marion.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:23:11 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, he looks like she would like him" Marion replied as her eyes flicked up and down him.
He looked like he would pass as her brother- his hair was close enough to blonde, and their eyes were a similar colour. They looked similar enough that people might assume them to be siblings if they saw them together, which was definitely a plus for Marion.
She looked back to Margaret for a moment before turning her gaze to the male, "Thomas Empson, we need a favour. We're willing to pay but we're going to need you to keep quiet and do as we tell you. If you do well, we could be quite generous with your pay. What do you say?"
Hopefully, Thomas wouldn't have learned the lesson Marion had learned about working out what the other people wanted before agreeing to a bribe. The least she had to say before he agreed, the better. She didn't feel comfortable with revealing anything of their plan until they were sure he would agree to it. Couldn't have him wandering around and getting them into trouble or anything. That would jeopardise their plan, most definitely, and they couldn't afford that
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 13:23:28 GMT -5
Player name: Silverwaters
Name: Elias Saunders
Were they real: No
Position: Groundskeeper
Personal History description: Elias was born into the servitude of the castle being his family has been under their rule for generations. His father was the groundskeeper before he was and his father before him, it was what Elias was raised to do.
Personality description: Elias is a quiet and calm young man, patient and level-headed. He is smart and rather charming, having learned manners from the court when he was young. Elias is kind and easy going, hardly ever seeming to get upset, and not nearly as boisterous or pompous as some of the others within the castle walls.
Physical description: Elias stands at a good height of 6' for his age of 20, with strong muscles from years of outdoor laboring. He has sun-kissed skin from being out in the sun and a spalsh of freckles across his nose, cheeks, and shoulders. His features are structured and rugged with a mess of dirty blonde hair atop his head, a few streaks sun-bleached as well. His eyes are a deep chocolate brown color.
Family: Elias has a younger sister named Lydia.
Religion (like, publicly): Catholic
Misc: Elias has always secretly dreamed of becoming a knight, but knows that is nowhere in his future. Instead he's taken up training himself during the quieter hours of the nights.
Player name: Silverwaters
Name: Lydia Saunders
Were they real: No
Position: Maid to the royal family.
Personal History description: Lydia was raised in a family of groundskeepers and was the first girl to be born to them in three generations. She was raised separately from her brother to be a maid of the royals and rarely gets to see him.
Personality description: A quiet and demure young lady. Taught to be silent unless spoken to and to keep her sentences short, she follows those rules intently. Though, Lydia is smart and analytical, she sees more than she puts on and observes more than she really should. Sweet and generous, she makes the best of the worst of situations.
Physical description: Lydia is an average height of 5'4" and ivory toned skin from barely getting out into the sunlight. Her frame is slender and lithe with sloping curves to her as well. She is 17 years of age and has golden blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders but is always kept back out of her face. Her eyes are a soft hazel color, rimmed with a pale green.
Family: She has an elder brother named Elias.
Religion (like, publicly): Catholic
Misc: Lydia has secretly been writing down secrets she's learned over the years she has worked as a maid. She has them all tucked away under a floorboard. Along with those are small works of literature she's been working on as well.
(I hope these two are alright!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:26:29 GMT -5
(OMG Lydia is so quiet and sweet it would be hilarious to put her with my maid Agnes, who is sort of loud and a little argumentative and sassy. Hehe)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 13:29:45 GMT -5
(OMG Lydia is so quiet and sweet it would be hilarious to put her with my maid Agnes, who is sort of loud and a little argumentative and sassy. Hehe) (Hahahah I would love that! They'd be so great together!!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:31:25 GMT -5
(Hehe well it looks like your forms are good so if and when you get accepted I totally have Agnes free)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 13:42:21 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, he looks like she would like him" Marion replied as her eyes flicked up and down him. He looked like he would pass as her brother- his hair was close enough to blonde, and their eyes were a similar colour. They looked similar enough that people might assume them to be siblings if they saw them together, which was definitely a plus for Marion. She looked back to Margaret for a moment before turning her gaze to the male, "Thomas Empson, we need a favour. We're willing to pay but we're going to need you to keep quiet and do as we tell you. If you do well, we could be quite generous with your pay. What do you say?" Hopefully, Thomas wouldn't have learned the lesson Marion had learned about working out what the other people wanted before agreeing to a bribe. The least she had to say before he agreed, the better. She didn't feel comfortable with revealing anything of their plan until they were sure he would agree to it. Couldn't have him wandering around and getting them into trouble or anything. That would jeopardise their plan, most definitely, and they couldn't afford that Margaret nodded, telling Marion that she could go ahead with the plan. After all, the more Margaret stayed out the better -- she didn't want to get clocked, since her position at court was rather influential. Of course, if she did, she could just go head and kill him, but she didn't want a black sin on her soul. "Alright, but I don't swallow and I only do horses," Thomas said, then chuckled to himself. Margaret put her head in her hands -- she hoped she made the right choice. "But seriously, what is it you want me to do sweetheart?" he asked Marion, winking in her general direction then leaning back against the grey brick of the walls beside the allyway.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 13:42:54 GMT -5
[[put your forms up silver. Totally think we can work out a wee plotline where Elias becomes a knight...would be very cute.]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 13:44:44 GMT -5
[[put your forms up silver. Totally think we can work out a wee plotline where Elias becomes a knight...would be very cute.]] (Awwwwww that'd be so cute!!!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:51:11 GMT -5
Marion sighed "Alright, here it is. My name is Marion Sheffield. I'm a lady in waiting at the court. The Prince intends to marry Catherine of Aragon, and since it is a sin to marry your brother's widow, a sin which would make the future king childless, I cannot allow it to happen. So I need you to pretend to be my brother. I'll introduce you to Catherine of Aragon and you are going to charm her and ensure she doesn't marry the Prince. And you are not to say a word, especially about my involvement in this, but I don't think you need much motivation to keep quiet considering that if this is revealed your life will be just as in danger as ours. As I said, we're willing to pay. How much we pay is subject to whether you are successful or not. Is that understood?"
She was being unusually assertive, but it felt great to be in control for once. The court life sometimes made one feel completely helpless. For the first time in a very line time she felt like she was in control.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:52:13 GMT -5
(I also think the Elias plot would be cute, just saying XD
So like I said, silver, I've got Agnes open if you want)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 13:56:22 GMT -5
(Sounds good Semper! Do you want to post a starter for her?)
(SEMPER!!! YOU LIKE HAMILTON?!?!?!?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 13:57:53 GMT -5
(Sounds good Semper! Do you want to post a starter for her?) (SEMPER!!! YOU LIKE HAMILTON?!?!?!?) Sure, I'll get right on it AND YES I DO IT'S TOTALLY MY LIFE OMG)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 13:59:29 GMT -5
(HAHAHAHAHH!! I've literally listened to it everyday since the beginning of October! I was a little late to jump on board the train but I have listened to it sooooooo much and know almost all of the words to each song! *Dear Theodosia makes me cry still as well*)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:01:57 GMT -5
(OMG really? This is so weird - I was exactly the same, I've been listening to it about as long as you. I know all the words too. And as much as I love Dear Theodosia, it's Blow Us All Away that makes me cry every time)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 14:05:17 GMT -5
(Yeah......that ones really really sad too.....the whole end of it gets me right in the heart)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:10:13 GMT -5
A voice with a Welsh accent could be heard ringing along a hallway as a young woman, perhaps late teens or early twenties, muttered to herself as she knelt on the floor, scrubbing violently at the stonework.
Agnes Wright, as always, was annoyed about something or other, and this time it was one of the lords telling the Welshwoman that she wasn't working hard enough and then proceeding to leave muddy footprints all across the floor of the hallway she had just cleaned as an incentive to work a little harder - after all, someone would be coming to check on her progress soon and Agnes didn't want to think what would happen if she was caught with muddy footprints in the hallway.
Flyaways were already escaping from her cap, coppery strands of hair framing her face as she scrubbed furiously, trying to get a particularly stubborn piece of mud off the stone floors
"Damn lords," she muttered to herself as she took a break to tuck one of these pieces of escaped hair behind her ear and survey her progress "I'd like to see them clean a castle top to bottom everyday. Stupid, ignorant…"
She hadn't gotten very far, mainly because this was still wet mud, not dry, and it was clinging to the stone terribly. She was worried that she wouldn't get it all off in time now. She probably wouldn't, either.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:11:09 GMT -5
(Yeah......that ones really really sad too.....the whole end of it gets me right in the heart)
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 14:14:26 GMT -5
Lydia came from the kitchens with a bucket on her arm and rags and brushes tucked into her other, she had finished up folding in the laundry rooms and was going to help Agnes in the upper corridors. She enjoyed the other maid, though they were opposites it was fun listening to Agnes.
Rounding the corner she paused and looked at the hall and sighed heavily, not because of Agnes' work but, because of the footprints some lord had undoubtedly left knowing she was there. A typical thing for the haughty lords, princes, and other miscellaneous royalty and court here in the castle.
Lydia adjusted her grip on her bucket and made her way over towards Agnes, "Hello, Agnes." she created lightly to the young woman. She smiled lightly to her and set down her bucket and handed Agnes a towel to fold and rest her knees upon.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 22, 2017 14:14:50 GMT -5
Marion sighed "Alright, here it is. My name is Marion Sheffield. I'm a lady in waiting at the court. The Prince intends to marry Catherine of Aragon, and since it is a sin to marry your brother's widow, a sin which would make the future king childless, I cannot allow it to happen. So I need you to pretend to be my brother. I'll introduce you to Catherine of Aragon and you are going to charm her and ensure she doesn't marry the Prince. And you are not to say a word, especially about my involvement in this, but I don't think you need much motivation to keep quiet considering that if this is revealed your life will be just as in danger as ours. As I said, we're willing to pay. How much we pay is subject to whether you are successful or not. Is that understood?" She was being unusually assertive, but it felt great to be in control for once. The court life sometimes made one feel completely helpless. For the first time in a very line time she felt like she was in control. Margaret backed away slowly, she held onto Marion's hand and said "I think you have it -- I'll watch you, but I must go now...I'll meet you at the same time and place tomorrow." Thomas cocked one eyebrow and started to chuckle. "Catherine of Aragon, eh?" he said. "Well...it's about time I had a spanish girl. So feisty. Take it if we're siblings I can't..uhm...do anything to you, right?" he said, looking down Marion's body and sighing sadly -- she was so, so beautiful. He'd give his right arm to have something like that. He'd even have it more than once.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:24:40 GMT -5
Lydia came from the kitchens with a bucket on her arm and rags and brushes tucked into her other, she had finished up folding in the laundry rooms and was going to help Agnes in the upper corridors. She enjoyed the other maid, though they were opposites it was fun listening to Agnes. Rounding the corner she paused and looked at the hall and sighed heavily, not because of Agnes' work but, because of the footprints some lord had undoubtedly left knowing she was there. A typical thing for the haughty lords, princes, and other miscellaneous royalty and court here in the castle. Lydia adjusted her grip on her bucket and made her way over towards Agnes, "Hello, Agnes." she created lightly to the young woman. She smiled lightly to her and set down her bucket and handed Agnes a towel to fold and rest her knees upon. "Hello," Agnes replied a little irritatedly - clearly not angry at Lydia but at the scene in front of her - as she took the towel with a muttered thanks, folding it so she could kneel more comfortably. "I have to confess that I am glad you are here," Agnes replied with a sigh "Some stupid lord decided to traipse through the hallway just so he could get me into trouble. He knew the inspections would be starting soon, as well. It's impossible to get these stains out - I really need your help if we are going to get them out before the inspections start" She was so tired, so done with this whole situation. But it was all she had. She would have nothing to return to if she ever left the palace, since she'd been an orphan and a street urchin. Others might have some family to turn to if they left, but Agnes had nothing to return to, which meant she'd just have to deal with life in the courts because they were her only chance in life. Her only chance.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:27:38 GMT -5
Marion sighed "Alright, here it is. My name is Marion Sheffield. I'm a lady in waiting at the court. The Prince intends to marry Catherine of Aragon, and since it is a sin to marry your brother's widow, a sin which would make the future king childless, I cannot allow it to happen. So I need you to pretend to be my brother. I'll introduce you to Catherine of Aragon and you are going to charm her and ensure she doesn't marry the Prince. And you are not to say a word, especially about my involvement in this, but I don't think you need much motivation to keep quiet considering that if this is revealed your life will be just as in danger as ours. As I said, we're willing to pay. How much we pay is subject to whether you are successful or not. Is that understood?" She was being unusually assertive, but it felt great to be in control for once. The court life sometimes made one feel completely helpless. For the first time in a very line time she felt like she was in control. Margaret backed away slowly, she held onto Marion's hand and said "I think you have it -- I'll watch you, but I must go now...I'll meet you at the same time and place tomorrow." Thomas cocked one eyebrow and started to chuckle. "Catherine of Aragon, eh?" he said. "Well...it's about time I had a spanish girl. So feisty. Take it if we're siblings I can't..uhm...do anything to you, right?" he said, looking down Marion's body and sighing sadly -- she was so, so beautiful. He'd give his right arm to have something like that. He'd even have it more than once. "Trust me, based on first impressions, even if you weren't pretending to be my sibling, I doubt that I would be letting you anywhere near me, Thomas" Marion returned "So you can get that notion out of your head. Now, do you agree? Remember if you accept you have to be careful with how you court Catherine of Aragon. You can't treat her like you've been treating women thus far. You have to convince her that you would be a better husband for her than the future king, and treating her like a common wh*re isn't going to get you anywhere"
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 14:33:37 GMT -5
Lydia nodded quietly to Agnes as she listened to her story, dipping a rag into the bucket and setting her brush into it as well. She was intent the whole time, though made work of rolling her sleeves and folding her towel. When Agnes at finished her eyes flickered up to meet her gaze and she gave her a light smile.
"I will start at the far end where his tracks start, if you start when he left we can make quicker work of it, meeting in the middle." she instructed to Agnes before she made her way down the hall to the other end where the first of the bootprints began.
Truly, this was a terrible thing to do to someone like the maids. This was their life's work and they had no hopes were they to be kicked out. Sure, Lydia had her brother, of whom she was certain would let her live with him. But, Agnes, she knew her story and many other maids had similar beginnings.
Lydia settled herself down then and pulled out her brush, "We will make easy work of this." she assured Agnes with a gentle nod and smile. Her composure ever the gentle and level-headed.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:42:40 GMT -5
Agnes, as always, found Lydia's calm demeanour somewhat disarming, and Agnes could not think of a single sarcastic comment, as she simply nodded and moved to the end of the room where the tracks started. She began to scrub when she heard footsteps, the figure of the same Lord who had left footprints earlier standing behind Agnes as he looked over at the scene.
"Oh,," he teased, eyes flickering to Lydia before settling on Agnes again "have you still not cleaned up my little mess? Oh, what a shame, Wright. Looks like you even had to get help. Careful, now, you can't leave things too messy otherwise you'll get in big trouble, and we don't want that, now, do we?"
Agnes went red, whipping around to look at the Lord, about to say something in response when the Lord interrupted her with a tut.
"Oh, dear, talking back to a Lord, now, are we? How insolent you are. It's a wonder you still have your head, a hot-tempered servant like you. And a girl, no less, talking back to a man."
Agnes bit her lip to stop herself from responding, turning back to her worked as the Lord stepped past them, moving through the corridor.
"Dammit," Agnes muttered to herself, chastising herself for being so explosive.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 14:48:00 GMT -5
Lydia watched the scene happen, had nearly gotten to her feet to go and collect Agnes and keep her calm, though the scene dissipated and she watched the man go with a glare. Her eyes flickered up to Agnes and a light smile crept to her lips, "You know, he's bed a true maiden before?" she murmured to Agnes.
The young maid had been in the castle since her birth and had been witness to many conversations that she ought not to have heard. However, they'd always brushed her off as a child. But Lydia never forgot.
That particular lord, in fact, had yet to court a true maiden of the court or of any high standing. She had heard from ladies within the castle that to get his fill he had substituted going to brothels and hiring maidens from the streets.
"He behaves as if he is the king, to put off the fact that he has yet to truly sleep with a court lady." she commented once more as she continued scrubbing. "I hope that makes you feel a bit better?" she inquired looking up to Agnes a moment before back to the floor.
Lydia was truly a gossip through and through, but only spread when it was applicable to her or those around her. All her secrets would serve her well later in life. She was fairly certain of that.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 14:56:44 GMT -5
Agnes let out a snort at the other woman's gossip, a smile spreading on her face for the first time that day upon hearing the news "It does make me feel better, though I'm hardly surprised that the only way to get a woman to sleep with him is to pay them" the woman chuckled.
There was a pause as she scrubbed, grinning as she realised the mud had dried a little and was now coming off much easier than before. But then she looked up again at the other maid.
"What do they say about me, then?" Agnes asked with a teasing smile "That I'm too loud and angry all the time? Or just that I'm too argumentative for my own good?"
Agnes was excellent at self-deprecation, because even though she knew her flaws and frequently joked about them, it never affected her confidence even once. The way she saw it, she didn't exactly have anything to be ashamed of anyway, so why let yourself get miserable over your flaws? No, she preferred to just make light of them, if she could.
She was curious, now, though, and she wanted to know. It probably wasn't anything that she didn't know everybody knew, anyway. She guessed it would be the usual stuff that everyone knew about her - her backstory, her bad attitude.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 15:09:30 GMT -5
Lydia had been doing rather well cleaning off her spots, hers a bit more dried than Agnes' own at this point. She smiled lightly at the comment about the lord and nodded lightly in agreement. It was no surprise to her either.
As Agnes inquired about the gossip Lydia had heard about her, she arched her brow and paused a moment, glancing up to meet her gaze. "You?" she murmured softly before scrubbing once more, the sound of bristles on the stone echoing in the momentary silence as Lydia thought. "About what you said. Though many of the ladies find you entertaining and enjoy your commentary. The lords are a bit more unappreciative of it. They call you brash, uncouth, terms of the like." Lydia could go on further, but she figured that was enough for now. Most of them were along those lines and she knew Agnes had heard them told to her face more than likely.
Lydia on the other hand, she hardly hear news about her. But, she enjoyed it that way, it kept her out of mind and out of trouble. She was the wallflower others barely noticed. The moment she would be noticed and kept an eye upon was the moment she dreaded most of all. That's the main reason she was appreciative for her demure stature and rather average looking features.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 22, 2017 15:21:07 GMT -5
"Well, at least there are some who find me entertaining, though I can hardly pretend I'm bothered that the lords don't think much of me. I'm not one of the girls looking to marry them, fortunately. " Agnes replied with a smile as she scrubbed.
Truth be told, she was bothered. Of course she was bothered. Nobody would like being told that they would be better off with their head cut off or that people of her upbringing shouldn't be working in the courts. It got to her, but she had learned a long time ago, when she'd been a scruffy little girl of ten, that it was best to pretend that she hadn't heard it.
Agnes had always been feisty, even when she was brought to the courts aged ten. They'd called her feral back then, and she supposed they had good reason to. She'd been unhealthily skinny, clearly starving, and covered with dirt and lice and with scruffy hair. Her clothes had been barely more than rags and she barely knew any English.
Lydia had been in the courts at the time, since she was born there, but it had taken them a while to cross paths since Agnes had been so starving that she'd been ill and she'd had to actually go and get healthy again and learn a bit of English before she started work. And even though she and Lydia had been very different, something worked between when. Agnes had stood up for Lydia when they were children whenever she needed it, and that sometimes still showed itself, though Agnes generally considered Lydia mature enough to handle herself now
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 22, 2017 15:35:29 GMT -5
Lydia smiled lightly to Agnes and nodded in return, continuing the scrubbing. She enjoyed her presence and considered Agnes one of her only friends here in the castle. Then a thought occurred to her.
"I have a job to dump the slop buckets to the pigs after I've finished here. Would you like to help me. I'm planning to find Elias if I can as well." she told Agnes with a smile.
The two had grown up together, Agnes and she, and Lydia wasn't sure if she'd every properly met Lydia's brother yet. Not many normally did being he worked nearly constantly keeping the castle grounds looking impeccable. Even Lydia hardly had time to see her brother, the last time was more than two months ago she estimated. Today would be a lucky day if she could find him.
"That is if you weren't scheduled to do other work yet after this." she added quickly to the end. Not wanting to steal Agnes from any jobs she might need to be doing. This was an easy task though the leftover and slop buckets were often foul smelling and rather heavy, and the trek to the hog barn was a bit of jaunt. If Agnes turned it down as well, Lydia would not be surprise either.
(Agnes and Lydia are basically besties and sisters so I'm pretty happy right now!)
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