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 Posted: Fri Mar 03, 2017 3:46 pm
The princess kept her smile, reassured he was from her land when he spoke in her language. "Erwin...I had hoped I would never see my people in chains." She frowned, waving her children off to go with the young slave. Erwin sighed, hard to explain to his wife without lying. "His town was attacked, the people who attacked it sold most of the inhabitants into slavery, he has a good life here, but we can't easily free him." He noted, helping his wife to sit down and get her more snacks. "I'll petition to adopt him, or reunite him and his family, he must have one!" She exclaimed, her husband groaning in response as he sat back down. "He is Astrid's slave, but we can help find the other vilagers and set them free before they go too deep into slavery." He smiled, she seemed to beam at the chance of helping her people
The littlw twins became happy as the older kid explained he was not an egg. "Your our Eggy! Huh? Of course I am!" Francis stuck his tongue at Egbert, guiding his brother forward before stopping at the entrance and seeing how tall it was. He let go of his twin to turn to Egbert and pout, shaking his head. "No! I don't wanna!" When Egbert insisted, he started to cry, gathering unwanted attention toward's Egbert. Guards stiffened and readied themselves to beat the slave if he didn't back away from the children. Noble women departed from the gardens while high ranking men stayed and glared daggers at Egbert.
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Victoria smiled at her brother's kind compliments, knowing he would protect her honor. "Your the best brother! This is why I look up to you!" She took the water as Joseph left, getting up herself before going to see the duel. She fanned herself gently as she watched Joseph crush the young man's ribs. "Guards! Take that kid away, he is not invited for the rest of the ball!" She ordered, going over to Joseph and walking with him as he searched the hallways for someone. "Thank you, brother. What are you looking for? Ohh, there is drama in the garden! Come on!" She grasped his arm, forcing him to temporarily end his search for Kenneth and dote on his sister. She watched the crying child and the new slave. "Looks like Astrid's new slave can't handle children, Joseph?" She turned, where did he go?
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The king was talking about Kenneth as he watched him dance with his daughter. "Will you teach him how to hold the name of Margrave? He has no fighting skills, but the young man loves art, he once pissed me off so bad, next morning I found a small picture sitting on the seat of his cell after Astrid came to collect him. He is talented, have you talked to him much?" He asked, a servant refilling their glasses as they spoke and people danced, Kenneth and Astrid moving to the garden after Kenneth had danced with many woman. "Bah, garden nonsense." He ignored duels, or drama, having enough to deal with in Victoria.
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Kenneth danced with any woman who asked, having difficulty to say no or tell them he needed a break or wished to eat more shrimp. He twirled every woman, switching partners and doing more dancing than he had thought was needed for one day. Everytime he spun, he looked to Astrid as she talked to another man, wishing to go over and claim the watermelon pieces he saw next to the prince. When it seemed as if his stomach would eat the next woman he danced with, Astrid came to ask him to walk the garden. "My pleasure, princess." He took her arm and walked with her, sitting on a bench to relax for once. "Is there snacks available in the lounge? I saw watermelon earlier, watermelon, princess!" He smiled, just loving food, any food. "Chess? I'd rather sit and talk with them." He noted, not a fan of chess as the princess's gaze turned elsewhere, to the commotion and hearing her slave's voice. "Uh oh, w-wait, Astrid!" He sighed as she stomped off, deciding to stay and relax, catch his breath and wonder if he would need to sew more wounds closed on Egbert. Poor kid, he just didn't understand the culture very well. He opened his eyes as weight was added to the bench and saw the terrible eyes he had hoped to avoid until he left. "P-Prince Joseph..." A few whispers and he stood up, forced forward by a hand on his back as they went into a different entrance of the maze to talk.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 5:46 am
 He grinned enthusiastically. He'd never been through this maze either so he was excited to try it out. As the kid got cold feet he groaned and adamantly tried to get them to go in. If only he didn't have to babysit these kids, he could just go in! If he could just go in, he was sure they'd follow him! "Ah! Gyere már! menni akarok! Néz ki, Ön egy ember, vagy nem? Wae go! (Ah! C'mon! I want to go! You're a man, aren't you? Let's go!)" He managed to calm down enough to speak their language and tried to lead the two by the hands inside the maze. Before he could explain to them that it wasn't that scary, Francis burst into tears. He jumped and let go of them immediately. "A-ay?! Wh-whut's?! A-are yew h'rt, laddies?" He asked, kneeling down to their level to look them over. He was totally confused as to why they'd just started fussing like this out of nowhere.
He couldn't see anything wrong and it didn't make sense to think they'd gotten hurt somewhere. The kids of royals were really soft as dandies. He felt kind of bad for them. What was the point of being free if you couldn't have a little fun? He didn't have the chance to figure out how to communicate with them before some guards swooped in to pull him away. He whipped his head around in confusion, demanding in his language to know what was going on. Then he saw the people who were watching him. His master was there as well, by the side of the boys. He understood it then. He, a worthless slave'd made the little blue-bloods cry. He tried to picture what sort of punishment awaited him, so he could at least try to grit himself for it.
He knew the words to apologize and beg forgiveness in their language, but for some reason couldn't think of them. He was hauled off to the castle's dungeon. Then he was stripped down to his underwear, beaten with wooden clubs and finally made to stand in the iron maiden.
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He shoved the lesser man into the maze with a wicked grin spread across his face. "Do you remember what you did to me, peasant?! I haven't forgotten. It's high time I paid you back for that humiliation, tenfold!" He shouted and raised his clenched fist in front of his own face before throwing it into Kenneth's abdomen. "We're alone now! No interference from outsiders!" He punched the smaller man again, this time the force sent him through one of the hedges. As Joseph stepped towards the now empty space, he let out a loud, angry yell. The arrogance! "YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER, WORM!" He bellowed as he started to run through the maze in search of the slave who had somehow managed to get away from him. He completely disregarded the presence of his brother Hector where Kenneth had gone missing.
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"I've met the boy. This morning, actually." He answered thoughtfully as he drank deeply from his goblet of wine. "You remember when you were first brought to me? You didn't want to control your temper then, either." He laughed as his old friend pointed out that he still lost control from time to time regardless of the training. "Just looking at that kid I can tell there's something about him. He's capable of greatness, having survived so much. I'll see to it that he fulfills that potential. For the glory of Criaswen and for the people of Bleakburn and Lhanbyrde." The two border regions he was sworn to protect. Even an artist could be useful, if taught the right way. Ailean considered himself fortunate that he'd found an heir with noble blood running through his veins. He was beginning to believe he'd have to recommend someone less in need to inherit the title.
He looked to the dance floor with renewed interest as the guests were cleared away. Women and men in colorful clothing of foreign design entered the room, with a new band in outfits matching the dancers. They began to play their strange music and he had to admit, the entire performance was entrancing. They moved with such spirit and fire. Even when he was a young man, he would never have been able to move like that. They danced with instruments, swords and batons which were lit on fire.
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She turned to walk towards the bench she'd just left, only to see that her escort had disappeared. She smiled sadly to herself, sure that he'd been swept away by one of the many women he was supposed to charm. Or perhaps he had not wished to see her discipline her new slave. The two had quickly become friends, after all. She hadn't told him that he would be set free and made sure to keep it just between herself, Victoria and her Uncle. Would he be glad when he found out? He would most likely never be made to suffer her temper again. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt her hand being grabbed. She looked down, seeing that little Hector was responsible. She scolded him for it, he nodded with an excited smile. "Astrid! I want to go through the maze but Ester's too scared! How about Ester, Charles and Francis go try some of the sweet meats! They just came out of the oven!"
Ester clapped and nodded eagerly without saying a word, being such a fan of sweets. Hector and Ester's nanny curtsied quickly before herding the other three children into the ballroom. Interfering with Kenneth's mission at this point would be counter-productive and she didn't really wish to speak with any of her suitors at the moment. So, she calmly agreed to go with little Hector. As the two walked through it, she overheard a scuffle. "It's Joseph!" Astrid sighed dismissively. "What trouble has he caused now..?" Just then, some large thing was sent flying through the plant. An incredible feat, considering how strong the living plant was. She recognized it as Kenneth and in an instant knew what had happened. She'd been dreading this ever since Joseph had first borrowed him.
She grabbed Ken and pulled him away quickly. She held him close, hiding behind a rather confused but excited looking Hector. The boy was unusually tall for his age. All of the men in her family tended to be abnormally tall once they'd finished growing. Joseph was like an angry bull. He'd probably run right past them. Just as she'd anticipated, their brother was running away in the direction opposite to them. She loosened her hold on Kenneth to a more socially appropriate one. She also tried to keep thoughts of his perverted hobbies from her mind as she looked him over to gauge his injuries. Hector leaned overhead and stared down at him blankly. Then he puckered his lips and let himself drool a little until a ball of spit was dangling from between his lips. "Hector! Stop that!" Astrid protested the disgusting act, but it was too late. The spit landed on his forehead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 3:45 pm
The twins stopped crying as nobles payed them attention, Francis was saddened to see Eggy be taken by the guards after being scolded by his master. His lip wibbled after a few minutes and he cried again for his mama. Erwin came out since his wife was on the dessert portion of the buffet table and kneeled in front of his son. "Whats wrong, Francis? Did Egbert go into the maze without you?" He lifted both the boys up and carried them to their mother as Francis quieted down. "T-The guards took Eggy away, I-I got scared of going into the maze and they blamed him..." He hugged his mom's dress as she set her plate down. "Erwin Inrmis! Go get the boy and tell him to bring me more of those little sandwhiches!" She demanded, Erwin nodding and trudging off to the dungeon after asking some guards if they saw where he was taken. "I hate iron maidens..." He groaned, forcing it open and pulling Egbert close by his arms, he had to be in there for at least twenty minutes. "You. Get dressed, get those stupid sandwhiches and bring them to my wife, you don't leave her side until she says so or until Astrid needs you." He let go and handed the boy his clothes, a little impatient because he wanted to drink with William and Ailean.
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William nodded, becoming stubborn that he had a temper. "Yeah yeah, you always said Erwin had a better temper than me." He downed a glass of wine, the queen smiled at the people dancing, wishing the king would dance with her at least once. "Something about him? Ah, the kid does have talent, somewhere, not as good as me though." He sneered, laughing until the queen nudged him to dance with her. "How about after the ambassador's dance?" He said, smiling when the queen agreed and continued to sip her wine.
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Kenneth was scared as he was shoved forward, they were alone and he stood frozen in fear as Joseph raised his fist than punched him hard. He held a arm over where he was hit, regretting when he had knocked Joseph out and poisoned him. He looked up as the man went for a second hit and he flew through the hedge and landed on the ground. A hand grabbed at his arm and pulled him to a hiding spot behind young Hector. He held himself close to whoever had grabbed at his, the perfume familiar to his nose. "Princess?" He confirmed as she pulled away and he sat there shocked at her. "T-Thank you, I was afraid he was going to finish me off." He took a breath, his arms still wrapped around where Joseph hit. "Prince Hector...? Ew." He looked up at the boy as the princess quickly wiped it away with her napkin. "L-Lets get out of here before he finds us." He stood up, helping Astrid up and a light flush to his cheeks as he laid his hands around her waist. "Is your dress alright? W-Would you like to go to the lounge?" He looked away, little Hector was glaring at him like Joseph would. He patted himself down, a little hedge leaf sticking on top of his head as he didn't notice it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 8:01 am
As he was moved out of the iron maiden, Egbert fell to floor, wild eyed. His arms were stiff at his sides and his legs straight. He didn't even try to catch himself. Then he flailed about on the floor, scratching himself all over. "Aaah! Ez kibaszott fájt! Azt hittem, hogy soha nem ér véget! (That ******** hurt! I thought it would never end!)" His body was covered in bruises and bloody little dots where the spikes had pierced his skin. But overall he felt okay. Okay-er than he usually did after upsetting his master. Usually she was violent. Like a she-devil. He looked up at the grumpy royal and began to pick at his ears. "BAH! Rendben finom. Beteg ' csinál ez. Ön tudna hozta nekem egy italt, a fickó. Én tudna igazán használ egy most. (Bah! All right, fine. I'll do it. You could've brought me a drink, fellow. I could really use one right now.)"
He wished that he could get a break after enduring all of that violence. But he didn't have the right to. He should be grateful to just be able to escape that thing. But he wasn't. He had other ideas. Something to get back at his master, while also allowing him to have a little fun. If the Idstein princess and her wee trouble makers would let him catch a break. Maybe if someone offered her a drink, he could take it for her instead? Just to be polite! He grunted and complained about his aching body as he got to his feet. "Biztos benne, hogy nem lehet egy kicsit... kis szünetet...? (Are you sure I can't have a little... break...?)" Even as he asked, he could see by the grumpy expression on the man's face that the answer was an obvious no. He bit his lower lip and bowed his head respectfully. "Minden rendben, minden rendben. Oké most, én vagyok mozog. Én mozgó. Nem kap a bugyi-ban egy sodrás. (All right, all right. Okay now, I'm movin'. I'm movin'. Don't get your knickers in a twist.)"
He got dressed as quickly as he could, tightening the belt of his tunic as he hurried up the stairs. He ran his bare hands through his long, white locks to try and comb it out. He glanced in a mirror as he passed by and grimaced. "Oooooooh, noo." He spoke softly, his deep voice reverberating in his chest. His hair was a complete mess, standing up in places it shouldn't. He also had a fresh bruise on his cheek and a little blood dried beneath his nose. He tried to fix himself up as he moved to the kitchen to fetch the sandwiches. One of the other servants washed his face and hands for him, then sent him out with a tray of the requested treats. He walked out, a few others taking some of them as he passed by, and bowed to her once he'd managed to find her in the crowd. "Hercegnő, én hoztam, amit kértél. Megkapod, amit akarsz, hogy hagytál engem ki a kib---ez a dolog így csak kérni. (Princess, I've brought what you've asked for. I'll get you whatever you want for letting me out of that fu--that thing so just ask.)"
He wasn't too happy with having to serve her. Clearly she was a woman, and in Idstein that meant about the same as it meant here. At least from what he could tell. So, she probably couldn't do to much about what had happened to his people. His short time with the Criaswen royal family had taught him that they were all fairly ill-tempered except for his Princess's hubster. But he was still a pretty bad person, in Egbert's private opinion that he would absolutely never say out loud unless he was drunk off his a** and in a pranky mood. Why hadn't she tried to stop the attack? What if there were more? What if it went beyond his town and more of their people were sold off or killed? He didn't know which was worse at this point.
As much as he missed his wife, he didn't want to think of her being in a situation like his. He knew she'd be scared out of her mind, especially because of her being pregnant and all. He stood by and waited for further orders. Hopefully, in the language of Idstein so he could understand it better. He noticed the boys nearby and gave them a smile. The little girl hanging around a few feet behind them was spooky though. He recognized her as being part of the royal family but he just didn't know her name. She was always quiet and mainly communicated with little pictures or gestures, as far as he could tell. She was a weird one, to be sure. He really wanted to prank her to see if she could talk or not, but he wanted even more to not suffer the consequences after.
His master had offered to have him stretched out on a table, with a cage full of hungry rats on his stomach. Hot coals would be put on the cage and the rats would be forced to tear through him to escape the heat. That's how he would die. He'd needed Ken to translate for him. He hoped it was just a bad joke but doubted it, knowing his master's temper.
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Joseph ran through the maze for what felt like an eternity. He even tried looking over the tops of the hedges to try seeing if he could find the escaped prey that way but to no avail. He'd never been very good with puzzles and had always hated mazes. Even so, he'd brought Ken here hoping that other people hated them as much as he did so they'd avoid it and the two wouldn't be disturbed. He remembered that day vividly. The arrogance of that slave, refusing to obey his orders. Even insulting his precious pets! Then freeing one! A baby bear, a little baby bear! His baby bear! The poor creature was from over the mountain. They'd never been able to find it after it went missing. Alone in strange territory, he had no reason to believe it had been able to survive on its own. What's worse, when he tried to silence his sister that b*****d had come out of nowhere and managed to knock him over. Him! The future favored heir and eventual King of Criaswen!
After he took care of a**-turd, that was. Joseph prided himself on his almost superhuman strength. That the scrawny little sub-human had managed to knock him over was a ludicrous thought. Then to have the audacity to stop him from enacting his vengeance against his eldest sister! And to dump poison on him until he was unable to fight back! Poison was the weapon of choice of cowards who couldn't handle confrontation! He didn't care that Kenneth was now a free man, or that for the day he was the heir to a Margrave. He wanted his revenge, so badly he could just taste the blood of his victims filling his mouth. He wanted to kill them. To bite them. To tear through their fragile hides with his teeth, to see the pain in their eyes! To watch them bleed out, knowing he'd bested them! He let out a loud, feral yowl and continued to tear through the pathways as he tried to find Kenneth.
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Margrave Catanach chuckled to himself, watching the two of them. Even after all of the time the two had been married they were still like babes. He looked out to the dance floor as the troupe finished their performance. The traditional band returned and began to play music once more. The ambassadors took their turn. He continued to joke around for a bit more before he decided to stretch his legs. He excused himself from the presence of his King and Queen and took a walk to the toilets. A woman was loitering outside of the bathroom, fussing with a cup of wine. He eyed her warily before moving past her to go and relieve himself. He then took a walk through the castle, admiring the fine craftsmanship of the wood fixtures, art work and statues along the walls and of course the painted ceiling. He eventually made his way back to the ballroom, took a clean glass and had it filled with wine. Then made his way over to another chair to rest his weary bones.
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Astrid glared at Hector, irritated by the dismissive air about the boy. There was little she could do about it now that the saliva had been dispensed. That was no reason for him to get away with such disgusting behavior, it was far beneath his status for one. She rose with Kenneth's help, nearly tripping on her skirt. The bottom was a little bit dirty now but it was nothing that couldn't be cleaned up quickly as they'd been kneeling on stone. She felt his hands upon her waist and her face filled with color once more. She looked down at him, about to protest the contact when he let go. The color clinging to his features didn't go unnoticed by her, or by little Hector. The boy moved between them pointedly and continued to stare Ken down. He didn't seem to care that Kenneth refused to make eye contact with him. It was obvious why, as she knew that her former slave was truly a coward at heart.
She looked over his back as he turned, searching for signs of injury. The higher quality of the clothing meant the material was thicker and more durable. Considering the wall of living plant he'd been forced through, he was in fairly decent condition. She noticed a spot of blood near the collar of his shirt over his back. It was a good thing the wounds he'd received a month ago were mostly healed. If they weren't, she didn't care to think about the pain he'd be in now. As he turned to face her, she took note of his teeth. His fake implants were still in place. "It would seem that your luck is taking a turn towards the positive." She commented to him. As she took hold of his wrist, she also grabbed hold of Hector's and hurried with the two out of the hedge maze. She kept her head low and warned the other two to do the same.
Once out, she let go of her brother. Hector pouted and insisted on following them. He had a permanent glare on his young face as he looked from the hand that held on to Kenneth, to the older boy's face. "What a coward. You won't even look me in the eye. Astrid, he doesn't deserve your affections!" Astrid bristled, and shushed him hastily. "Enough of that, Hector! If you are coming with us, then don't attract too much attention." That request would prove to be futile. As soon as the exotic and handsome young newcomer and the breathtakingly beautiful princess neared the castle they could feel eyes upon them. She tried to ignore them, doing her best to fulfill her role in her Uncle's plan to make her suitors jealous. It was getting difficult to maintain her enthusiasm for the mission, however.
Being near Kenneth made her feel very strange. Her heartbeat was erratic, her body felt warm and numb at the same time as it had every time she'd gotten close to him over the last few weeks. She didn't like it and wouldn't allow herself to love him, if her feelings were truly those of love. Pretending to accept that and to be infatuated with him was a drain on her will power. When finally reaching the lounge, it wasn't long until more people meandered in to be close to them. Hector quickly challenged Kenneth to a game of chess. Astrid sat beside the board in order to watch. Without shame, some of the other women in the room were happily gossiping in loud voices over how jealous her brother was of Kenneth. It wasn't entirely untrue.
For some reason, Hector didn't seem to like Kenneth. She couldn't really blame him for that. A short and rather busty woman with dark hair and a somewhat dark complexion approached Kenneth with a goblet. She offered it to him sweetly at first, claiming it was a mild wine she'd brewed herself. "Please, milord. Won't you drink this and tell me what you think?" She watched as the woman continued to pester him to drink the beverage. She was desperate, which made her suspicious of the woman's intentions. She knew this one. A twenty-five year old Lady of some noble family responsible for managing one of the many villages within Criaswen. There were many mean-spirited rumors floating around the gossip-sphere about this one. Mainly, of her very strange habits.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 6:48 pm
Erwin kept his frown, mostly because he wanted a drink so badly, if he could attach this slave to his wife's side for the night, he could join in the dancing and drinking; and not have his own snacks devoured in the process. He raised an eyebrow as the man asked for a drink before a scowl left his lips. "Slaves don't drink alcohol unless their master says its okay." He looked back to the stairs, waiting to rejoin the party. "A break?" He rolled his eyes, this kid was lazier than Kenneth was when he first arrived. "Just attend to my wife." He followed his up the stairs before parting ways to get himself the drinks he deserved.
The princess smiled at her two little boys, looking to Ester as she arrived quietly and stayed behind the slave when he arrived. "Ester, sweetie, why don't you dance with Francis?" She smiled, Francis's face lightened up as he held out his hand, trying to copy what the adults did when they would dance. She looked to Egbert and took each snack, nibbling it like a hungry rabbit. "
Ön az egyik ember, nem tudok úgy bánnak veled, mint egy ember többé, akkor tulajdona Astrid. Ne feledje, a hely, én aggódni népünk. Ez rák ?!(You are one of my people, I can't treat you like a person anymore, you are property of Astrid. Remember your place, I will worry for our people. Is that shrimp?)" She pointed to a small tray of shrimp at the buffet table, forcing herself up and telling him to follow her as she waddled towards the table. She went from seafood, to meat, to dessert and finally had Egbert gather enough on the platter as she returned to her seat and picked at the platter in his hands happily. A few noble men offered her drinks, she wouldn't accept it unless it was of the finest quality. Erwin returned, a bit hammered and exhausted from dancing as he sat down and set his wine glass down, smiling at his wife. "Y-You can go Egbert, here, go dump this in the kitchen" He took the platter from him and set it in front of his wife before giving Egbert the half empty wine bottle.
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Victoria was following the rage path of Joseph, a young noble on her heels, begging her to leave the maze and dance with him. "No! Now if you excuse me, I must find my brother." She waved her fan at him, showing him she had no interest in the man. The noble had been married already three times, he was known to not treat his wives with respect, nor had he produced any heirs. "Hmph, prince Joseph, right? That man is a stupid arrogant *ss-hole! The country would be better off if he had died at birth." He declared it loudly as he grabbed ahold of Victoria's wrist and pulled her sharply out of the maze. "I am a princess! You will let me go before I call the guards! My father will strip you of your status and have you beaten like a slave for touching me!" She pulled her wrist away, taking a glove off to slap him with it before putting it back on, standing firm as the man became angry and threatened her. "You are just one of three princesses! You won't be missed if you die! If your brother was around, I'd challenge him to a duel and kill him! Then you will be alone, no protection!" He laughed, making the small noble crowd gasp as he returned her slap.
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The queen happily grabbed her husband's hand and pulled him up and to the dance floor as it cleared just for them. "Oh come now, you use to be the best dancer in Criaswen!" The queen smiled as her husband's eyes got wide and he began to dance with her, even thought he wasn't as young as he use to be, he still enjoyed dancing with his wife. He remembered trying to swoon her at a ball much like this only bigger, she had ten suitors in line yet he cut in front and won his queen. Once the dance was over, he sat back down and breathed exhausted as the queen fanned herself while sitting next to him.
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Kenneth smiled at Astrid, the light blush to his face still visible as she helped clean him up. The spot of blood wiped up quickly, he would be unable to check his scars until tomorrow, but for now he was happy just to have Astrid hold his hand. He wiggled her hand from his wrist to into his hand, grasping it gently and holding on to Hector's loosely. "A-Affections...?!" He mumbled, looking at Hector with a shocked expression before following Astrid to the lounge where the young prince challenged him to chess. "I guess it couldn't hurt to play some chess." He sat down, moving pieces along with Hector until a short woman came and offered him a drink. "No thank you." He smiled at her, going back to the board game and moving another piece until she asked again and again. "I guess there is no taking no as an answer for you, is there?" He took the glass, taking a small sip and nodding to her that it was good until she asked for him to finish it. "I won't get drunk off of one drink..." He drank the rest, giving her the empty glass before continuing his game with Hector.
Half way through the game and his stomach became upset, he stood up and bowed to Hector and Astrid. "I must go attend to things, I'll be right back." He walked out and quickly found a bathroom, throwing up what had been in the drink before wobbling back into the hallway to sit on a bench and take a breath. He returned to the room after puking once more and sitting back in his chair to finish the game with Hector. "That drink was disgusting, my dear lady, what was in it?" He asked the noble woman, immediatly refusing another of her drinks. He wouldn't have anymore alcohol from her, it had been disgusting and he just wished to finish the game with Hector. "Oh? You beat me this round, Prince Hector." He smiled, looking to Astrid with those eyes again, the ones that couldn't look away from her. "Princess Astrid, can we dance more before the night is over?" He asked, ignoring the noble woman and her attempts to get him to try more alcohol.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:21 am
Little Ester's face lit up, her mouth open in a silent smile. She quickly nodded her answer. She was happy, which was great. She was scary enough since she never said a damned word but her smile was somehow even creepier. She beamed down at her little cousin as she took his hand and hurried out to the dance floor with him. Just by watching them, it was pretty clear that the kids didn't really know how to dance like the adults. But they were having fun anyway. He looked down at the blind one briefly, wondering if he'd get a chance too. As he was ordered about, he hurried to do as he was told. He knew well enough by now that his life was no longer his own.
He was a tool to be used until eventually disposed of. What would he do with freedom anyway? To get drink, he'd need coin. To get coin, he'd need to work. So what was the point, ultimately? He scowled at her husband's return. Mainly because of how obvious it was that the man had a good time. He took the wine bottle and sloshed the liquid around in the bottle. He grinned, happy that there was so much left. He had a good use for it, so he wouldn't throw it away. He bowed, thanking them, and rushed off to go and drink in the kitchen. Some snacks were left on the table, ready to go out to feed the guests. Even after stuffing their faces in the morning, these people had incredible appetites. He laughed to himself as he wondered just how much of it would feed his princess? How far along was she? He couldn't really ask, since it wasn't his place.
He grabbed a few of the snacks off of the table and munched on them before drinking wine right out of the bottle. He gulped and smacked his lips gleefully. "Ay! Hogy a látogatók a helyszínen! (That hits the spot!)" A chef yelled at him to get out of the kitchen but he merely rolled his eyes at the man and took another drink. He was determined to drink away his worries. So much so that even after he'd finished off the bottle, he still felt compelled to have more. He went rummaging through the kitchen until one of the servants in there brought him some more wine in order to get rid of him. He grinned drunkenly, and stumbled out of the kitchen to wander the castle.
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He was running when his ears caught the mention of his name. He looked around, but saw nothing but a stretch of hedge plants all around him. He stayed quiet though and listened carefully, clenching his jaw as the conversation continued. He knew that it was Victoria, alone with some rude man who seemed to be pestering her. He could tell the direction the voices were coming from, but couldn't see them. His eyes widened as he heard the man yell at his sister and in that moment, he forgot what he'd been doing. He charged in the direction of the voices, the poor hedges being torn as he barreled through them with all of his incredible strength. In no time at all, he was out of there. There were nobles crowded around and guards, all of whom were just standing around doing nothing. Ever the man of action, Joseph ran up to the man from behind and grabbed hold of the lesser man's shoulders.
"You shouldn't have been born! You're a waste of air and water you idiot!" He bellowed down at the shorter man before he smashed his forehead against the back of the man's skull. There was a cracking sound from the man's neck and Joseph allowed him to stumble away in a daze. This was only for a moment, as Joseph wanted to see if the man would run. He took the time to look over at his sister, and saw the fresh red mark on her cheek. That looked like it would leave a bruise. He didn't give a rat's a** if this man had killed his previous wives or not, but he'd crossed a line if he thought he could treat his blood that way! Two guards were at the man's sides, ready to toss him into the prison until he could be dealt with later. Joseph had a different idea. He pounced on the other man without wasting any more time.
He dug his fingers into the man's skin, ripping with sheer strength through fabric and ultimately through the man's flesh. The nobleman tried to protect himself and in response to that, Joseph beat his face into a blood, pulpy mess. He went into a blood-lust driven rage and lost all awareness of the outside world. His victims bones cracked and made sickening crunching noises as he beat him with his bare fists, over and over. The man was shrieking, groaning, crying out incomprehensibly for mercy. The guards couldn't pull Joseph away. With a wave of his arm the armored men were forced to let go of him if the wanted to avoid getting thrown. He pulled at the man's arm until he heard his joints pop out of alignment. Then he grabbed the man's throat and began to shake him by it as he strangled him. He stopped before his clearly dying victim could pass out.
Then he grinned wickedly as he opened his own mouth. He ran his silky tongue over his abnormally sharp teeth, savoring for a split second the moment before he sank his teeth into the man's bare shoulder. The man let out a scream of pain, and as Joseph pulled his face away he took a chunk of the man's flesh along with him. He continued to bite and brutally torture the man for a few minutes longer until finally taking his life. He bit down on the man's trachea and sawed through the flesh. He left the nobleman with a gaping hole in his throat and sat up to watch the life leave his eyes. He grinned snidely, blood dribbling down his face and on to his clothing. All of the pent-up frustrations he'd felt before, from being unable to get his revenge, melted away as he watched the lesser man asphyxiate on his own blood.
The guards reached down to try pulling Joseph away and by this time, news of this little outburst of his had reached his parents. He let them pick him up and shrugged his shoulders. He licked the blood on his lips, still smiling like a lunatic from the sheer joy killing an enemy had given him. "Oh, Tory..? Are you feeling better? You should be grateful that I'm such a generous man. Your brother's restored your honor, little sis..." The nobles around were shocked, some had fainted. There were fewer around now than earlier. "Anyone else want to talk s**t about my family?" He scoffed and waited patiently for the punishment that was undoubtedly due, since he was pretty sure this ruined his sister's little party.
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Her lips trembled as she watch him down the drink she'd made and she curled her fingers into her palms. Her fingertips scratched against her palms in a nervous tick, only relaxing after he offered her the empty cup. She breathed a sigh of relief, looking at him bashfully as she held it close to her chest. She'd fallen in love with him at first sight. Their first dance together, she'd tripped and he'd caught her. He was just like the prince from her dreams. The old witch was right, she did meet her destiny on the trip. She'd feared for such a long time that she would never find the right man, or any that would marry her. He was the one. She'd even done as the old witch had told her to. She'd put her blood, urine, one of her hairs and a dried rose petal she'd been carrying around inside of a locket for nearly a year now inside of the wine.
It was infused with her essence. He couldn't resist it. He'd be like her slave any moment now. The anticipation was driving her crazy. She felt like she was sweating so much, her makeup would melt off of her face. As the child grew nearer to defeating him, she smiled and clapped excitedly. IF he lost the first match, it would cost him the little prince's approval. With any member of the royal against it, surely the younger Margrave Catanach was within Lady Mirabelle Claymoore's grasp! As he excused himself she started to become worried. Had the spell failed? She picked up the bottle nervously and decided to make him drink more. Whatever means she had to use to get him to down the liquid, she would. Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke to her again and she felt that she might drop the glass and bottle, her hands felt so slick with sweat.
Her fears were confirmed when instead of admiring her beauty, his gaze returned to the princess. "M-milord! Please, I'm sure that it was the glass that made it taste off! I-I'll get you another one, please try it again! It's special, I made it just for you so I know that you will love it! It must have been the glass! That's all! Please!" She could hear the mutterings of those around her, all of them just didn't understand what pursuing true love really meant. It was hard work and she was completely committed to him, body and soul. She just needed to make him understand how much she loved him, and that they were meant to be together. She panicked as the princess accepted his offer of another dance. "No!! P-please, I must insist. Y-you could even use the bottle! Just give it another go, won't you?!" She offered, even going so far as to stand next to him as he was seated. She pushed the bottle forward, attempting to bring it to his lips.
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Astrid observed Kenneth's interaction with the strange noblewoman. It made her feel particularly curious as to why he was refusing this woman. Was he going to fulfil his role by staying with her, now that he had the attentions of most of the unspoken for women in attendance? What had caused him to grow a spine? Did he fear what would happen to him if he were to encounter Joseph while alone? He came fairly close to death, if they hadn't found him first. As he left and eventually returned, she grew to be even more curious as to why he didn't take to this new woman that well. Had they met before? He was so open and friendly with any other female she'd ever witnessed him interacting with. She didn't understand why he was dismissing her now, until he stated that the wine had tasted disgusting.
Her brother, Hector, was all too happy for the distraction the woman was providing. He'd made this game about more than a test of one's strategic intelligence. She could do little about it and cared even less to try. As much as she adored little Hector, he really had no place in interfering with her potential suitors. For the time being, she had to pretend that Kenneth was one of them. So, she placed a hand on her freed slave's shoulder and, speaking softly, wished him luck. "Wait, Astrid! What about me?" For once, she decided to ignore her brother's whines for attention. In the peripherals of her vision she could see the Lady Claymoore becoming even more agitated by this gesture. Was she jealous? Was there really a chance that the two had known each other before? As he asked her to dance with him again before the ball was over, she was surprised. Then chastised herself for being so foolish. Of course he would ask her to dance again. It was his job for tonight.
Yet, still she couldn't help but worry about having to be within his reach once more. His hands. Whenever he placed them upon her, their presence tended to linger behind for quite some time. She didn't like the alien sensations she experienced after that and just why was he still blushing like that? Why did he keep looking at her as if he was being held captive by her? Was there something on her face? His gaze was reviving within her those strange feelings again, making it all the more difficult for her to maintain her performance. She wanted to avoid allowing him physical contact but that seemed impossible for now. She sat down again on her chair and waved over a servant. She had them bring in a few trays of foods and some small glasses containing various sorts of drinks. They set one down near the chessboard, bringing drinks to those who asked for them.
"To cleanse your pallet, Margrave Catanach." She said, selecting a glass of sweet wine for herself. She wasn't aware of the fact that he'd just been vomiting. But, the other guests were also helping themselves anyway. She eyed the bottle that the woman was currently shoving in Kenneth's face skeptically. What did she add to that wine to make it so important to her? She tried to think of something to distract the woman with, to get her to stop pestering Kenneth for a while. Hector munched happily on some of the finger foods as he stared fixedly at the board as if this game was a match of life or death.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 7:29 pm
The foreign princess smiled and laughed at her drunk husband, he wasn't as drunk as he wished to be, but he was happy buzzed. He did sober up when the guards informed him of the prince's actions and now he would have to go inform the king. "I'll inform him, take my wife to a lounge please before you bring him in." He stood up and had the guard help his wife and children to a lounge to play and socialize. He knew Egbert was relaxing now, he regretted giving the boy his wine glass as a servant came and told him of the drunk male. "Give him a glass and get him out of the kitchen please." He left to sit beside the king's throne and whisper to him the news.
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Victoria stood straight against the slap and as she saw her brother rage through a maze hedge and lift the man in front of her, she stepped aside and took her fan out to hide her bruise. She would need to find her sister and get the bruise covered, but she wanted to see the man who insulted her, a princess, to die. She watched with stone cold eyes as her brother became vicious towards the man once seeing the bruise. "Send him to hell, brother." She didn't bat an eye when he killed the man, nobles retreated or fainted; having to be carried away and guards became scared of the prince. "You restored my honor, brother...but father might not care. I will help restore yours." She followed him as the guards helped him up and into the ball room where the king stood furious at his son. How dare he kill a noble at a ball for the princess! The heir to his throne! He threw his glass down at Joseph's feet before looking to Victoria as she walked up the steps to his throne and whispered to him. "Hmm, fine." He let Victoria step away before commencing his punishment to Joseph. "Prince Joseph! You have shamed me for killing a man like an animal! I won't strip you of your status or banish you...I will however lose your status temporarily and join our armies as a soldier. You will learn what its like to be a common soldier, you won't bring anything with you except one weapon of your chose and a horse, A soldier's uniform will await you in the morning, for now you are to be grounded to your room for the remainer of the ball." He saw the look of disbelief, the gasps of the nobles who turned away from Joseph, everyone except Victoria. "Brother...may I be his only friend tonight?" Her father nodded and she grabbed Joseph's hand to take him to his room. "Lets get you cleaned up. I'll get a servant to get you wine and snacks okay?" She smiled, but for once he looked sad.
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Kenneth's stomach was upset, he focused on the chess board as the little prince's ego grew every time he won. He looked to Astrid as she wished him good luck and he felt the color to his cheeks before focusing back to Hector. "You have great skill, Prince Hector. I win this round." He moved the last piece, sitting back to fold his arms over his chest and smile. He did feel pestered by the young noble woman, she wanted him to drink more, but he had a limit. Then again he did puke and it could of been the glass. "I remember you, Lady Mirabelle correct? I danced with you, you tripped and I caught you. You want another dance or would you like to just spend time with me?" He smiled, deciding to take the bottle and pour it for himself, trying it again and shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I just don't like it, what did you brew this with? Blood?" He joked, but the taste in his mouth was familiar to when Astrid would beat him and he would bite his lip to ignore the pain.
The smell was also familiar, why did it remind him of when Astrid had left him in a iron maiden for two days and he had pissed himself- was that a hair? "I'll dance with you again if you tell me what is in this!" He turned to Mirabelle, giving her full attention and holding up the bottle, feeling his stomach turn and twist like before. He ignored the new drinks and snacks, he wanted to puke again and wouldn't leave until he knew what made this wine special to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 9:55 pm
He woke with a start as he heard the King shouting. He'd fallen asleep briefly in the chair he'd been sitting in. A couple from one of his provinces was standing near him. If they were going to try waking him so that they could speak with him, their chance was lost. They looked like they'd had the fear of god put in them anyway. Ailean stiffly got to his feet. His bad knee squeaked and made popping noises in protest. He had to wait a moment for the blood to course through his legs before he slowly made his way through the crowd. The sight of blood was a familiar one, though it had been a while since he'd seen a body covered in it. It was soon made clear to him what had happened, by the whisperings of the crowd and the loud proclamation of the king. Becoming a soldier would benefit the young prince, or so he hoped. He'd never seen a man who reminded him so much of a wild animal. Had he really killed a man by chewing his way through his windpipe?
As the boy was taken away, leaving a trail of little drops of blood in his wake, Ailean approached William and Erwin. "The boy needs a strong hand to reign in that behavior. Let's drink well tonight. If not for your boy, then for the poor bastards who will have to work very hard to match the fire of an Inrmis." He chuckled, then looked over at the band, all of whom had ceased playing the moment the prince was brought into the ballroom. They were still in shock from seeing a man covered in blood from his nose down. The Margrave waved at them to get their attention and it worked. They resumed their playing and a few servants hurried to clean up the floor. With the return of music, the nobility gathered felt more comfortable to talk with one another instead of whisper. The ballroom filled with lively noise again fairly quickly.
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The smirk on Joseph's face vanished as soon as he heard that he was to be reduced to that of a common soldier. He scoffed and wanted to protest such treatment. He didn't give a damn who saw him defying orders, he would be their king eventually anyway and should know that he didn't take s**t from anyone. But he didn't have that kind of power yet. He hated that powerlessness and wondered secretly to himself if he could possibly kill King, Queen and Astrid in one swoop in order to take the throne. Only being allowed to bring one of his precious weapons with him was depressing. He had such a large collection and it was all precious to him. Each had its uses and purpose.
"Yeah, sure." He replied to his sister's offer. He wasn't particularly hungry, but was never one to turn away a drink. He let his sister escort him to his room and once there, immediately went for the collection of weapons he had within. It couldn't compare to what he had at the main castle, but these were still useful. He'd been told to only chose one but how could he decide? Which one would he take to war with him? To have the honor of tasting foreign blood, over and over? He remembered his sister's injured face. "You should get your face treated, Tory." He hadn't been in the ballroom for very long at all and hadn't danced even once. He didn't care to and turned away the women who were interested. He didn't have a manly face, as much as he wished he did, and knew that no worthwhile woman would want him because of it. So they were all after his status and wealth.
The woman he'd accompanied eventually took the hint and went home early. That was one thing he did regret, if he'd let that b***h hang around she would've seen him killing that man. She'd never deafen his ears with that irritating laugh ever again, now there was a chance. He turned and sat down on one of the many wooden chests in his room. "I'm surprised you let him get close enough to hit you. You ditch your escort too?"
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She was so eager to give him the bottle that she shoved it into his hands with a nervous laugh. "Please do! I'm sure you'll love it! I know you will" She couldn't stop her nervous laughter as she watched him pour himself a glass. She felt so good about herself and felt stupid for doubting the advice the old witch had given her. But then, he didn't like it. He'd apologized, but that was quickly dismissed as she tried to find the words to convince him to change his mind. They were destined to be together! Had she done something wrong? Should she have held in her waste for an entire day? Did she forget an ingredient? Was menstrual blood not supposed to be used? She thought it would be stronger with that! She wanted to have a large family with him, after all, so to her it only made sense. Did she forget to add something of his to the wine to make it work? She thought spit would work just fine, but maybe not.
Oh, why hadn't she written down the spell immediately! She closed her eyes and shook her head jerkily. "Y-you're mistaken! You must be mistaken! I made this for you, I know you'll love it. You already do, I can tell. It must be because of the other women you were with today." She nervously looked around the room, paying particular attention to the women gathered in the room. She couldn't look the princess in the face, however, and soon fixed her gaze on him. He was the only one who could make this situation right. She felt like everyone was watching her. "You--You'll really dance with me if I tell you, right? No, I know you're a man of your word. S-s-so, I-I'll tell you. I'll even say it right here, in front of everyone..."
She looked at her feet and brought her hands together in front of herself. Her fingers twitched nervously. "It.. It's a love potion. I--I made it for you, an old f-family friend told me the recipe. She told me I'd find you when I came here and I did! I fell in love with you the first time I looked at you. So I put in p-pieces of my essence, b-but not to trick you! I promise! I know we were meant to be together! You may think I'm being very forward, but please make me your wife! I promise I'll give birth to as many of your children as you want! Don't look at anyone else! I love you so much, all I ask is that you're loyal to me! Oh, I can't stand this distance between us any longer!" She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She refused to let go even as they hit the floor.
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As she kept her eyes on the woman, she noticed a few things about her. She was very anxious, had a nervous tick, for whatever reason she wouldn't even look at her and, even stranger, she seemed to be completely infatuated with Kenneth. What was he doing out there? She thought to herself curiously, trying to recall any occasion where he'd done something to make the female staff or slaves as entranced with him. There was no instance as far as she was aware. She didn't know if he had a lover amongst them, or if one of the women here could be her. She'd confronted him about it in a somewhat hidden way, when she'd told him he would be allowed to contact his lover if he chose to. He didn't deny it, so she wasn't sure if this woman was a stranger to him or one of his lovers.
She behaved as if she knew him, but there was an odd tension between the two of them. Kenneth may be trying to hide their relationship from me... He didn't seem interested in the woman. But it was much more likely that the ball wasn't their first time meeting. The woman was just too interested in him, and she couldn't think of any other reason at the moment. As the game was over, she could hear Hector complaining that Kenneth had cheated somehow. He was demanding a rematch, but her freed slave's attention was focused elsewhere. He was insisting to know what was in that bottle, and she too was curious. What the woman did next, however, completely caught her off guard. Her face filled with color and she immediately backed away from their intimate display.
She had to do her best to look disappointed, to fulfil her role of being taken in by him. "What is the meaning of this..?!" She asked, trying to sound heartbroken. She raised a hand to cover her mouth, to try to hide her shock. But she couldn't help but notice the hair coming out of the bottle that was on the floor. Witchcraft! She thought, and called for someone to separate the two. The noblemen did nothing and, rather grouchily, she called for a guard to pull the two away. One answered her, but hesitated at the sight.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 10:47 pm
William had to take a deep breath, his doctor always warned him he was too old for outbursts. He sat down and clenched his queen's hand before looking at Ailean and smiling. "Lets drink! I have a commander who always trains the stubborn or stupid recruits, I feel like I'm about to send him the biggest challenge of his career. Wasn't I your biggest challenge?" He laughed, drinking heavily as he was feeling guilty to have sent his Joseph away, he held so much fire like himself, so much strength and yet, the king couldn't be proud of Joseph if he acted like an animal. Erwin drank lightly, being away from his heavily pregnant wife was making him anxious as he always worried about her. A guard ran up to him panting heavily. "Sir! Your wife is in labor! S-Some drama happened in a lounge and she left quickly to return to you but...she's in your study." He took a few breaths as Erwin looked to William and the queen, then to Ailean. "Where is her ladies in waiting? Her mid wife?! The doctor?!" Erwin rushed off to see his wife while WIlliam just drank from the bottle at this rate. "Want your own bottle Ailean? You don't have to leave until morning if you wish." He asked, the queen rushing off to help Erwin find the doctor.
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Victoria ordered a servant to get the strongest wine they could find and bring it to her and her brother. "I refused to let some common noble think he was better than me. I am a princess of Criaswen! No one can make a Irmis squirm." She smiled, handing him the bottle as it arrived. She looked to his weapons and picked up a huge broadsword and brought it over to him. "Will you take this? I love watching you fight with this, it matches you well." She asked, handing it to him and taking a ribbon from her pocket to tie on it's handle. "You will make a fine soldier, you will lead an army one day, I believe it." She turned and left, going to get some make up from Astrid, shocked to see her standing a bit away from a Kenneth and noble woman clinging to him. Oh did her imagination go wild.
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Kenneth's eyes got wide, this woman put her essense into the drink?! "You did put your blood, wait, did you cut yourself or...?" He paled at the thought, two noble women fainting on a couch as they caught on. "Make you my wife? I just met you!" He fell backwards as she clung to him, trying to force her off, her nails dug into the cloth on his back, holding in a breath from the sudden pain from there. A guard finally pulled her off and he got up to back away from her. "Princess, I'm so sorry." He truly believed she was heart broken to see that, becoming sick from the drink again and having to leave the room. He made it to a vase five doors down before he chucked it all out and sat on a bench to breath heavily. He relaxed, closing his eyes to take a deep breath until he felt someone grasp his groin and he slammed his legs closed and pushed them away. "Egbert? Are you drunk?! If Astrid sees you..." He got up and helped the intoxicated man up before heaving him to a empty bedroom and puking himself pale again. "Huh? You thought I was castrated? Don't be jealous, Astrid doesn't know." He rolled his eyes, flopping on the bed to take another breather.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 11:26 pm
Ailean raised his eyebrows at the guard's sudden proclamation. Erwin's wife was in labor? It brought back bad memories, which he tried to dismiss. He said a prayer aloud, quietly, asking the angels to protect the health of both mother and child. He didn't dare go anywhere near them, or pat Erwin's back before the young man ran off for fear of passing on his ill fortune to him. He wasn't a terribly superstitious man, himself. But had little explanation for the deterioration of his wife's health while she was in labor. He had several reasons for it, that's he'd thought up as not a day went by that he didn't have them in his thoughts and prayers. But just in case he carried some sort of curse, he wanted to keep his distance with the hopes that it would help preserve at least the woman's life.
He wasn't particularly faithful to his religion, either. But at times such as these, all he could do was pray and hope those prayers would be answered. He looked to William and smiled wryly. "I'll gladly take you up on that. Let's drink and be merry!" A servant brought over a bottle of wine at the King's beckoning. As they drank, Ailean kept the conversation away from ill topics and tried to lift the younger man's spirits.
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Joseph turned the broadsword over in his hands, eyeing the girly little decoration his sister had added to it. Such a cute little thing on a tool of death. Did she really expect him to take this to battle like that? He smirked before bursting into laughter at the mere thought of it. A servant brought in his wine and he called for his slave to be brought in. When he was informed that she'd killed herself, he turned his attentions to the servant. He attacked her, then forced her to help him wash away the blood on his person for him. As she left he pulled the cork out of his wine bottle and drank from it, not caring for the glass that had been brought for him. He wouldn't rule just an army one day, he'd rule the entire country and he'd expand their lands more than any of his ancestors had ever been able to!
He then sat down and scribbled instructions for caring for his animals. He'd need someone reliable to do it, so he was going to have the letter sent to Arric. They shared interests, so at the least his little brother would see to it that they were taken care of properly. With his pets taken care of he got right to drinking the rest of the night away. He finished plate after plate that was brought to him and called on his slave to be brought to his room. After hearing that the girl had drowned herself in the pond, he had a different adult female slave brought to his room. Drunk, he attacked her and unfortunately ended up killing her before the night was through.
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She froze upon feeling hands on her, trying to pull her away from him. Then she screamed and dug her nails into his clothing. She tried to wrap her legs around him as well but was pried off of him before she could. She screamed in sheer terror, tears streaming down her face. "NOOO!! Let go of me! Let go! Don't hurt me!" She was released only after her true love had left the room. What she'd done hadn't been an attack and apparently he wasn't going to have her thrown into prison. So, he did love her. He just couldn't admit it. But, why? They were meant to be together. The nobles in the room were all staring at her, some poor pregnant woman was trying to walk away before having to be carried out. "What?! What is it?! What are you all looking at?! Haven't you ever been in love before?! We're in love! Margrave Kenneth is my true love, you all know it to be true so why are you looking at me like that?!"
He'd apologized to the princess and she turned to face the other woman. Despite the hell Mirabelle was going through, this other woman looked completely fine. Not a hair out of place on her pretty little head. She pointed at the princess as it was the most that she could do without getting in trouble with the guards. "You! You're the reason why he ran! You've blinded him somehow! How could you?! You can't get in the way of true love!" She began to sob uncontrollably and people started to filter out of the room to get away from the uncomfortable scene. "I'll teach you what it means to love! I'm the one who will be his wife, not you! Princess Astrid, I challenge you to a woman's duel! You and I will both try to earn his favor by flirting and--and by any means necessary! When the sun sets, who ever he choses to dance with will win! If you don't accept my challenge, I win the right to be by his side!" She saw a glove that'd been dropped on the floor and picked it up. She threw it at the princess, sobbing violently as it failed to make contact.
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She felt her own stomach turn as she listened to Kenneth repeat what the woman had said. She lived her life in fear of someone sabotaging her food, drink, privacy or security. That he'd been made to drink the woman's bodily fluids was like something out a nightmare. Her eyes felt glassy and within her chest, burned a rage that she only knew at the times when Kenneth had committed a grave error or insult in her presence. His apology did very little to quell her temper. She quickly realized that he wasn't the reason she was feeling so angry. As she watched the woman's break down, she found it very difficult to hide this fury. She rose to her feet and let her hands rest by her sides. Her eyes observed the woman's actions with all of the intensity of a predator sizing up an enemy.
There was little point in trying to maintain a calm demeanor at this point. This woman had ruined everything on her own. What would her suitors think, at this point, should she accept this pathetic version of a duel the woman had challenged her to? It would make her less desirable to them, of that much she was certain. Oh, how she wished she could just duel this woman with rapiers instead. To pierce her heart and watch her struggle helplessly to save herself, knowing that it was futile. For having dared to behave in such a rude manner in front of her, then having insulted her, the pitiful little woman of low birth deserved nothing less. Perhaps she would have the older woman executed. Later on, after all of these eyes had stopped watching them.
As she considered rejecting the woman's offer, she thought of her freed slave. Would he be disappointed? He was too weak to fight for himself. How would he refuse this woman's advances without the help of his former master? Doubtless this woman would chase him after the ball was over. Perhaps they were lovers, and this was what he wanted. His stupidly happy face appeared in her mind; blushing, smiling. Overall, showing her the irritatingly blissful expressions one would expect of a young woman in love. She recalled his kind gestures towards her as well. But most importantly, what the goal was for this ball. "I shall accept your challenge on the condition that he remains in the dark. If you are the one to break this rule, then I will be victorious." With that said, the other woman hurried out of the room presumably to fix her appearance.
This woman's duel had the noblemen and women all gossiping again and wondering where the 'prize' had gone off to. There was about two hours left until sun set. Astrid wasn't too worried, what ever the outcome it didn't really benefit her at all. At worst, her suitors would become less interested in claiming her hand. At best, they wouldn't care about her taking part in this ridiculous duel between women over a man who until early this morning was still begging her for forgiveness like the little worm he truly was at heart. She turned to leave the room, ignoring Hector as he appeared at her side. "Astrid, you're not really going to compete for him are you?! Him?! He's beneath you! He doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as you. He isn't even a man! I'll find you someone better so give up!"
It was then that she caught sight of Victoria and tilted her head slightly as she noticed the girl was keeping one side of her face covered. "Tory? What's wrong? Did something happen to your face?" She asked as she approached the girl, violet eyes widening at the sight of the bruise. She took the girl's hand and walked with her to her bedroom, where her makeup was kept. Hector tagged along since he was also curious about what had happened. He wasn't nearly as violent as Joseph was, being more similar to Astrid and preferring what he considered to be more dignified methods. He also loved books, although even more than she did.
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He drank, and drank, and drank until he'd emptied the bottle he'd taken from the kitchen. He had a few snacks in one hand, bits of food falling off as he carelessly wandered through the hallways of the castle. He cat called some of the women he passed by. He didn't care if they were staff, slave or nobility. He wasn't serious even if he did stand a chance with any of them. At first staff and slaves had found him to be pretty attractive, due to the unusual color of his skin and hair. But his rough personality and constant pranks quickly changed that. He even went so far as to trip some of them as they walked along the hallway, then pointed and shouted gleefully at them what color the hair on their nethers was to let them know he'd seen up their skirts. It was after one such pranks that he spotted Ken, puking his guts out into one of the very expensive vases he was never supposed to touch.
He grinned and drunkenly ran towards him, only to trip and fall flat on his face. He got up, did a half-hearted somersault which was more of a skip but in his mind it was awesome. Then he flopped on to the floor and rolled on over to Ken. He'd always wondered about something. Like, why he was so interested in a woman who beat him. It was so obvious that he was in love with that heartless chic! Was she bedding him? He always denied it but how else could anyone love the person who beat them up all the time! Ken was slouched on a bench with his eyes closed. The air stunk of bile, which made him feel a little queasy. But he didn't care. He had a mission. He grinned and held in a laugh as he stood up and immediately grabbed on to the man's crotch.
"Aaaay!" He called, happy to tease him. That is, until he felt something odd. Some things which weren't supposed to be there. He squeezed before he was shoved away. He stumbled to catch himself, but landed on his butt and once there pointed accusingly at Ken. "VETTÉL A GOLYÓIMAT! (YOU TOOK MY BALLS!)" He couldn't really fight back as Ken picked him up and started carrying him off. He scrunched up his face and spit on the ground in response to Ken's explanation. "Mit csinál elvisz az ember?! (What do you take me for, man?!)" He sat on the floor, glaring daggers at the older boy. He took a swig from a fresh bottle he'd brought along before he unevenly got to his feet and went over to Ken. He proceeded to sit down on the bed and poke Ken in the chest.
"Kap valódi velem, akkor a cicus. Te vagy a vágy, hogy hárpia, ugye? Hé Adj nekik vissza hozzám! (Get real with me, you p*ssie. You're in lust with that harpy aren't you?! Hey, give 'em back to me!)" He started to smack the older boy's chest and tried to push him off of the bed.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 7:53 pm
William drank from the bottle, clashing glasses and telling of their old battles as he laughed with his old friend. The king was also excited to have another niece or nephew as he anticipated the news from Erwin. "Bring some snacks, and more wine!" He had a slave get on their hands and knees and set his feet on top of the slave's back to relax. "I...I bet it's a girl! I can spoil the little niece all I want!" He smiled, eating snacks ranging from shrimp to fruit to meat.
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Victoria looked at Astrid and tried her best to keep the bruise behind her fan as she followed her elder sister. "That nobleman that owns the Chevalier village kept asking me to marry him, I refused and he hit me. Joseph took care of him and father is sending him to the army as a soldier! Do you have that cute lipstick?" She stood still as Astrid helped to hide the bruise and she browsed through the lipsticks, loving the glitter, the rouge, the pale ones were her favorite though. "I did find a handsome young man, appearntly his family owns a huge slave auction and a couple bookstores! I couldn't talk to him long, some girls decided he was too skinny to be of any good and he wont talk to any girl anymore!" She frowned, holding her closed fan and looking to Hector. "Don't you dare ever treat a woman like a piece of trash! I will smack you with your favorite book! An Irmis holds every woman to a high standard." She smiled, ruffling hector's hair.
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Kenneth rolled his eyes, the man was more drunk than he had realized and he had to get the man to take a nap before he got the crap beat out of him. "I didn't take your balls, I've always had them. Good thing Astrid can't understand you." He sighed, sitting up and grabbing Egbert to get the man on his back and sit on his chest. "Quiet, if Astrid sees you drunk, she will kill us both!" He held Egbert's wrists down and tried to hold him still until he heard the door open and looked behind him at the noble woman. "Lady Mirabelle!" He was shoved off by Egbert, landing off the bed and seeing a mass of silky clothing fly over the bed and on to the poor kid. "Mirabelle! That is Astrid's slave!" He wrapped his hands around her waist as she smacked the kid, pulling her off and falling backwards yet again with her on top. "Lady Mirabelle, why are you here? I'm not drinking anything you give me!" He looked at Mirabelle, her skirt was heavy and she knew he was having trouble getting up.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 1:10 am
Astrid listened quietly to her sister's explanation and she was honestly fairly impressed that the girl didn't seem upset about the altercation at all. Although, knowing that Joseph had been the one to put an end to the matter disturbed her. She knew that she'd hear about it if he'd caused a scene, which Victoria was the reason for. He must have done something terrible to be sent to the army like this. As she finished fixing the teenager's makeup, she let her look through her collection of lipsticks. "He hit you? Really?!" She heard Hector ask Victoria and he sounded like he didn't believe her. Their sister did have a tendency for the dramatic, but the bruise was clear evidence at least of Victoria being hit by someone. She noticed the new drawing and plant she'd been giving, in plain sight. No one in the family, other than the advisor and their parents, knew of her hobby of collecting poisonous plants. She wanted to keep it that way. "What happened to that Lord's son you were so fond of? The scholar." She asked, moving away from the window where the new plant was positioned. She handed her sister one of the lipsticks. "Why not try this? The color will match your outfit. As soon as you've finished, let's return to the ball."
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Lady Mirabelle Claymoore quickly cleaned herself up and ran through the various spaces within the castle looking for her lover. She didn't care that she was interrupting people, even those in the toilet, or that she was getting dirty looks from the other nobility. She was desperate to find him before the princess did. When she threw the door open, she gasped at the sight within. Some foreign ruffian was attacking her dearest man! Her poor lord was so attractive, that even the male servants were attacking him! She ran forward, determined to do something--anything to protect him. "Milord!! Watch out!" She shrieked, before she reached the slave and started smacking him with a pillow. "Go away! Go away! He's not yours! Go away!" She squeaked as she felt arms around her waist and as they landed on the floor, she coughed from the force of it.
The busty, four-foot-four woman turned around on top of Kenneth and her dark features reddened instantly upon the realization of how she was positioned. What might it look like if someone were to see them like this? If only that princess were here to see them! That would get her to forfeit their duel! She leaned down, placing her hands upon his face and brought hers in close to him. "I-I was worried about you... So very worried, dear.. I just wanted you to know how much I loved you, I didn't know the potion would hurt you. But I know how to fix it! I swear, I'll make it right! I-I had h-hoped to w-wait for this! B-b-but! Here goes!" She cut short the distance between them to place her lips on his. A kiss was surely what was needed to finish the spell. He would realize now that they were destined to be together. He'd forgive her for the sudden intimacy, she just knew he would. Then she squeaked as she felt someone grab the back of her head and push down on her.
A very deep, dark voice was speaking in a language she didn't understand and immediately when he let go so pulled her face away from Ken's. "W-what?! How could you! You can't get in the way of love! That really hurt!" She covered her mouth, wincing at how tender her now sore lips were. Her lover's mouth had lipstick smeared all over it and a little of her rouge had rubbed off near his mouth. "Mi-Milord?! How do you feel?! Oh, darling, did the spell work? Have you realized your true feelings?!" She gasped as her hand was grabbed by the dark skinned, and now mysteriously shirtless, foreignor and nearly fainted as it was forced upon her lover's groin. "W-W-Wh--?!" She called out in surprise and immediately recoiled. She turned on the rude slave and tried to shove him from her place on the floor. He stank of alcohol. Was he jealous?! Was he still after her true love?! She threw herself down on top of Ken and tried to wrap her arms around him to protect him from the other man.
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Egbert emitted several slurred curses at the older boy as he was wrestled down. He was talking to him but he couldn't understand it all. He got the general meaning of what Ken was trying to tell him though. "Te mocskos patkány! Tudom, hogy te elvitt őket! Szeretné, hogy a szuka mi veri a szart, hogy egész idő alatt! Te beteg a fejét, ostoba picsa! szia! Húzz a picsába! Szükségem van, hogy egy húgy! (You dirty rat! I know you took 'em! You want to be with that b***h whut beats the s**t out of you all the time! You're sick in the head, you daft c*nt! Hey! ******** off! I need to take a piss!)" He shouted at Ken, wriggling to break out of the older boy's hold. His bottle was still on the bed too, and he didn't want that to break. He only succeeded in breaking free when Ken looked away and he promptly shoved the older boy off of the bed.
He burst into laughter as he watched him fall, pointing and revelling in the victory. "Megvan neked, akkor kibaszott hülye punci segg hülye herezacskó pina szopás--! (I got you, you ********' stupid p*ssy-a** stupid scrotum sucking c*nt!)" He would've kept the chain of shitty insults going, if not for the crazy whore attacking him with pillows. "Ay!" He shouted, raising his hands to shield himself. "Húzz a picsába te barom! (******** off you idiot!)" When it suddenly stopped he heard a loud thud and a bunch of other noises that didn't quite register. "Ááá. Is kurva meleg itt! Miért annyira meleg van..? (Aaah. It's too ******** hot in here! Why's it so hot..?)" He pulled off his shirt, then slowly got up again to look at the two of them, all in a pile on the floor. Ken was struggling, probably to get his pants off to show off his still-attached balls. He snorted indignintlly and went to get off of the bed to teach them to be all lovey dovey in front of him. With his stolen balls, no less.
However, he was pretty disoriented from all the wine and ended up falling on top of them. His face landed right on the woman's lower back, his feet somehow ended up on the bed. He propped himself up then upon seeing the two smooching, grabbed the woman's face and pushed down as hard as he could. When he finally let go, that whore was screeching at him again. He scowled and drunkenly pounced on her arm. He then took her hand and forced it on Ken's groin. "HA MEG AKARSZ ÉRINT EGY EMBER GOLYÓT LEGALÁBB VAN A HOZZÁJÁRULÁS ELSŐ PISZKOS-SZAMÁR KURVA! KURVA! PINA! TOLVAJ! (IF YOU'RE GOING TO TOUCH A MAN'S BALLS AT LEAST HAVE HIS CONSENT FIRST YOU DIRTY-a** WHORE! b***h! C*NT! THEIF!)" He was soon shoved away by that dirty-a** whore and ended up falling to the side of them.
He retched, all that rough-housing had made him queasy. He tried to hold it in but couldn't and ended up losing the contents of his stomach as he vomited all over the floor. His leggings were soon dripping wet for another reason as he also couldn't hold in his urine anymore.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 5:35 pm
Victoria took the lipstick and gently applied it to her lips, it matched her satin gown perfectly and her bruise was covered up like it wasn't even there. "He escorted me to the ball, then I found him passed out drunk in the maze! He promised me we would dance before the night is over, but I haven't seen him since." She frowned, handing the lipstick back to Astrid and ignoring Hector's disbelief. "Come on sister, little brother, are you going to dance with Kenneth before the ball ends? How will you go about winning that duel?" She walked beside her, hooking her arm with Hector and heading to the main ballroom. "Don't worry about Joseph, he isn't a prince while father says he is a soldier, he is locked in his room with alcohol and food for the night, father wasn't impressed with how he killed that noble at your ball!" She said, fluffing up her hair with her other hand and trying to be as dignified as Astrid was.
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Kenneth couldn't believe this woman, why was she so persistant on his love? He was not trained to deal with crazy fangirls! "Potion? Hey!" He couldn't move away, being pinned to the ground and his hands stuck under the heavy dress at this point. He fell her head press against his and she was pushed off by herself. "I feel like I've been violated worse by you than Astrid!" He explained, Egbert forcing the woman to grope his groin made him sit up and go to strangle the man if Mirabelle hadn't pounced on him again. "Egbert! Ezek a tököm, nem a tiéd! Vedd meg ezt a nőt le rólam! Hozok több alkoholt, ha nem!(Egbert! These are my balls, not yours! Get this woman off me! I'll get you more alcohol if you do!)" He didn't wish for the woman to understand him, and he didn't wish to reply to Egbert in a language she could understand.
The kid began to vomit and he rolled away, pushing Mirabelle under him as he got on top and rubbed the back of his neck. He needed to get this woman away and Egbert needed clean clothes. "Lady Mirabelle, I do not love you! You sound like a witch!" He forced them both up, grasping on to her dress's cage to keep her feet off the ground since she still clung to him. "Stay in here!"{/b] He stumbled forward, shoving her into the bathroom and closing the door on her, sliding a nearby chair under the knob. One mess dealt with, but he still had Egbert to deal with. "Te idióta, a kötözésre soha nem gyógyul, ha folyamatosan jár, mint ez!(You idiot, your lashings will never heal if you keep acting like this!)" He grabbed a servant as they walked by and pulled them in to the room to clean up the mess. "Keep him in here, keep that lady in there for at least ten minutes, huh? Lipsti- oh dammit." He looked in a mirror and at the lipstick smeared on his lips and cheek. The servant was tending to Egbert, use to dealing with the kid for the past month. Kenneth ran out, going to a nearby bathroom to clean himself up and meet Astrid at the dancing floor.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 10:10 pm
She smiled softly, amused at the thought of that lesser man behaving as a lesser man would. "Father will find you a much better suitor, Tory. You can be certain of that." She didn't wish to talk about Joseph. She was familiar enough with their brother to know that a mere change of status wouldn't stop him. If he were pitted against a dozen armed men, his sheer physical strength would give him the advantage. This didn't factor in his bloodlust and of course, the two of them still had a matter that needed to be settled. He wanted to kill her, and Kenneth as well since he'd foiled several attempts on her life. Undoubtedly, he believed that without the slave around she'd be more vulnerable. She was only surprised at the intelligence he displayed in going after her slave first. She wondered if he knew that Kenneth was a free man. He had been for a few weeks now, since shortly after the last beating she'd given him which had ended in him being trapped inside of an iron maiden. Of the only people who knew of this, two were unreliable enough to have leaked that information to him. It didn't make much difference at this point. As long as Joseph was gone before he could make another attempt on either of them, at least then she wouldn't have to worry about being challenged physically by the man.
Hector was busy fixing up his hair as they walked. It was clear by the way he was pouting that he was upset about it, but he did his best to hold in his complaints. The music stopped shortly after their return to the ballroom. Astrid looked thoughtfully to her little brother, then to her sister. She leaned down slightly to whisper something to Hector. "Hector, why don't you ask Victoria to dance? She's had quite a rough time of it today. It will surely enliven her spirits." Hector bowed to Astrid enthusiastically and then informally held out his arm towards Victoria. "Tory! Let's dance!" She watched the two hurry off to the dance floor as the music started up again. It was a slow waltz. The look of concentration on little Hector's face was an amusing sight. He was clearly determined to make every step in time with the music, so as not to disgrace Tory. A few noblewomen began to gossip again, not so far away from where she was standing. She turned her head slightly to look in their direction, to see what they were fussing over. Her eyes caught sight of her freed slave, walking in her direction. That unsettling feeling returned, just in seeing him. She noticed that his lips looked a little red and irritated. So, she'd been right in suspecting that he and Lady Claymoore were lovers.
The confirmation of this made her feel terribly disappointed. Precisely what else was I expecting? He's already so popular with every person he meets. Of course he had a lover. She pursed her lips slightly, then quickly corrected herself by forcing a polite smile. She felt as if her heart were sinking down from its rightful place, to the very bottom of her stomach. This worsened as he grew nearer and it was difficult to maintain her farce. She wanted to get away from him. She knew it was foolish, he hadn't betrayed her at all for their relationship was that of master and slave. That was all. So, why did she feel so disappointed? Why was she allowing herself to dwell on this at all? By the ball's end, she would never have to see him again anyway. There was also the matter of the pointless women's duel she'd been challenged to by his jealous girlfriend. She disliked being seen as lesser, so she didn't intend to lose. She'd tell Kenneth to return to his lover after winning his attentions and she was certain that she would win. She'd spent so much time training him to obey. He certainly had moments where he still disobeyed, even after all the effort she'd put into breaking him. But she had full confidence that he would go to her if she told him to. It wasn't sunset just yet, but with the slightest bit of flirting on her part she knew she could win this in but a few minutes. Possibly, even less than that. She curtsied to him and accepted his request to dance.
As they began, she thought a little prayer to herself with the hopes of saving her feet from being stepped on. She looked down at him, purposefully trying to make eye contact as they danced. It was dangerous for the sake of not being stepped on to distract him. But in order to flirt with him, she'd need to boost his confidence so that he wouldn't be as afraid of being punished later on. It shouldn't be difficult, considering how quickly he'd jumped on the opportunity to act familiar with her. The dance was slow enough that even little eleven year old Hector could manage. Surely, he wouldn't misstep so easily? She kept him as far away as possible at first until she felt confident enough in her ability to contain her temper to move closer. "I'm surprised you returned." She heard someone scream and glanced over in the direction for a quick moment, before looking back at him. "Why is that woman screaming at us?"
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Mirabelle blushed as he pushed her over and covered her chest in anticipation. Her spell must have worked! He must now know the truth, that they were meant to be together! They'd leave here together, and go and live out the rest of their lives in happiness! Her inflated hopes burst and sank into despair as instead she was told that he didn't love her. Her lower lip quivered and she shook her head vigorously. "No! How could it have failed?!" She gasped as she was lifted into the air and tried to wiggle free. She fell onto her rump after being shoved inside of another room and immediately tried to get out. The door was stuck, so she started to bang her hands against the door. "No! Darling, let me out! Please! I'm not a witch, but I know of one! I know I can help you to see the truth! Ma-maybe with her help?! Please! Let me out!" She started to become more desperate as her cries went unanswered and began to throw her body against the door in an attempt to escape. The door flew open after a few minutes, and she hurried to get out. Her face was a mess of runny makeup, tears, snot and drool but she didn't care. She had to get to him before that princess could! She had to free him from that other woman's influence, or she might lose him!
She ran out of the room, desperately looking around for a sign of her destined one until her search finally brought her to the ballroom. There he was, currently dancing with the princess. "NO!!" She screamed over the music, and began to pace back and forth as she waited for the dance to end. It wasn't sunset, but getting close to it. She still had time to convince him to chose her. She still had time. She had to believe that. She couldn't fail again, not when so much counted on her success!
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Egbert slurred an answer in response to Ken's offer but soon after opening his mouth, started to vomit more and more. He stayed in a drunken haze, covered in vomit while groaning and clutching his aching belly. He grunted in protest to being moved, but felt too sick to fight back. As the servant wiped the vomit off of his chest he giggled a bit and mumbled something in his native language. He threw his arms around the servant, much to their displeasure, and struggled with them a bit until being tossed onto the bed. He stretched out his arms and legs, groping around with fingers and toes for anything to hold on to. He found the blankets he was laying on top of and some pillows. He curled into himself and rolled until the blanket completely cocooned him. The servant in the room locked the door after the Lady left and cleaned up the floor. So used to having to clean up after him that at this point he was starting to feel that Egbert was like his child. He sighed after the vomit and urine was completely cleaned off. Then looked to the bed which needed to be cleaned as well, thanks to Egbert's rolling around on it. He struggled to get the drunken teen out of the blankets and tried to pull the pillows free. This seemed to be an impossible feat. So, he just settled on dumping the kid into the communal baths. He dragged him down the hallway, grumbling to himself about how stubborn the kid was being. Then tossed him into the baths, pillows and all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 11:08 pm
Kenneth seemed to be frenzied, he kept looking around for the lady to appear as he approached the princess. "M-May I have this dance?" He took her hand, escorting her to the floor and beginning to dance with her. He was glad it was a long slow dance, confused at her distance but deciding she was just playing her role. He couldn't help but smile and blush, dancing close as possible with her before leaning his forehead to hers. "I locked her in the bathroom after she pounced on me...she is using some witch's poison to make me love her and then kissed me! She, is the definition of a whore." He smiled, stopping her in the middle of the dance floor to kiss her right on the lips as gently as possible; thank god her father was passed out drunk and Erwin was still helping his wife in labor. He let the kiss go gently, keeping that smile and stepping back to bow to her for the dance. "Lady Mirabelle doesn't understand it, but I love you, not her." He stood straight and went to take her hand again for the last song when he felt her hands to his chest to shove him away and into the buffet table. He sat there with shrimp on him and a slice of cheese on his head; which he gladly ate both immediatly. He watched her stand there with a red face, was it anger or embarrassment? He hoped he didn't do anything to get himself the execution block, than again, he thought he would be a slave again by morning.
Victoria was happy to dance with Hector, glad someone decided she was worth a dance and even helped to fix his hair. "My, what a man you've grown to be Hector. I remember when you slept with your teddy bear." She giggled, glad to dance with him for the last song of the ball. She was shocked to see Kenneth kiss Astrid; and then see her immense strength in pushing him into the buffet table. She looked to Hector's face and how he glared at Kenneth, was he jealous? protective?
Another servant helped try to get the teen out of the blankets when he was dumped into the baths. She had an overseer come and use his whip to any exposed part of Egbert, one hit his leg as the teen jumped at the stinging wound. "Get! Slaves aren't allowed in the baths!" She had the overseer grab the drunk kid and start to whip him until the male servant stopped him and grabbed the kid to take. "Get him out of here." The overseer glared at Egbert, the man was mumbling in his language and no one could understand him.
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