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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 4:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 4:36 pm
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4 Weeks Later...
The Funeral is over, the Picnic was a 'success' and the Castle has acquired some 'guests' from whom our couples have to hide, including Troy and Helena. Our Characters are at their wits end...
~~~ Rufus Arthur Rayne ~~~
Rufus sat up in his bed, feeling wide awake despite his lack of sleep. For four weeks, he'd attended his Royal Duties; he'd been bored to sarcasm by the Priest's lecturing, the Media's speculations and King Lionel's insistence that he marry Helena: 'Force her down that aisle if you have to. I have her best interests at heart; she was born to be a Queen and when she's settled in she'll recall that.' He shook his head to get rid of Lionel's voice. He'd had his coronation, a small affair attended by the public and been welcomed to the throne. He'd had a feast for local nobles, gathered their support, and sent them on their way. Just that day he'd had ten proposals from various kingdoms; portraits waited for him whenever he ventured from his bedroom or his office. He wanted to scream: "But I'm ALREADY married!... even if I haven't seen more than a glimpse of his hair in the last four weeks."
Reaching for his bell, he rang for Kuro, unable to deal with any other servants just now. He'd had enough.
Twenty-one. Prince. Next In Line.
Soon-To-Be Wed. Trapped.
Akito sat on Meme's bed, frowning. "Why does he keep getting portraits, and why hasn't he told them he's married?" He fumed, angry for both of them: Kuro hadn't had a break in the last month, Rufus apparently having glued them together at the hip.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:05 pm
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~~~ Rufus Arthur Rayne ~~~
The King was half in and half out of his nightshirt, trousers already covering his lower half. As he threw his shirt off he straightened, faced Kuro and declared, "Tonight, we see our beloveds!"
Then he shoved a hand through his hair. "But first, we must prepare - please go to Martha and get her to gather whatever desserts she has and ask her where she grows her roses because we need to pick some. I'll write a note and post it beneath Meme's door, then meet you in the kitchens." He straightened his shoulders. "I don't care whether my hair's messy, or I'm not 'appropriately' dressed, or that it's midnight: we're having a date!"
That said, he strode for the door, forgetting his shoes.
Twenty-one. Prince. Next In Line.
Soon-To-Be Wed. Trapped.
Akito shook his head. "Don't give me that! He's married, the priest is living in his castle, and I never get a second alone with Kuro!" After a second or two, however, he sighed. "I miss him, Meme."
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 5:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 6:09 pm
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~~~ Rufus Arthur Rayne ~~~
Rufus picked up the basket and nodded quickly, leaving as fast as possible. "I love Martha, but remind me never to get on her bad side!" he whispered to Kuro as they left.
Twenty-one. Prince. Next In Line.
Soon-To-Be Wed. Trapped.
Martha nodded, finally convinced they weren't making mischief. In minutes, she had a basket made up and ready to go. "Make my boys happy, or there'll be no food to be found in this house!" She warned as they left.
He handed it to Meme, standing by the bed with his foot tapping. "No, it's addressed to you-" he gasped and snatched it back, suddenly furious. "I swear, if that lecher is after you again, I'll kick down his door and happily walk myself to the dungeons!" Ripping open the seal, he read it and felt his jaw drop, his face heating. "U-uhm... I'm sorry..." He turned the note so Meme could read it.
Dear Meme, I'm sorry we haven't had any time together, but tonight THAT CHANGES! Meet me in the gazebo, and bring Akito for protection - and an excuse, if needs be. I know you don't want a physical relationship, and I won't push you, but please let me hold you tonight. Love, Rufus. Xxxx
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 6:32 pm
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