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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 4:06 pm
Had that day really come? It was such an odd reason as to why she was being forced to go to such an event, an even that she truly didn’t belong in. Eleanor peeled her eyes away from the rose she was tending too and sighed, her father coming to the barn to put her horse away. She stood up and dusted the dirt off of her skirt and smiled at him, glad to see he was okay after his hunting trip. “How did it go, bad I hope.” A small chuckle reached her father’s ears, causing him to smile despite the fact that he still wore that sullen look upon his face. It had been years now that he’s been wearing such an expression. Whenever Eleanor tried asking him about it he would always avoid the question or simply change the subject. By now, she understood that it was futile to try and convince him to tell her. Sometimes, Eleanor would try and imagine what had happened in the past. Her father did tell her that her mother left and when she was ten she had passed away. Perhaps that was it took to keep such sorrow in her father. He had embraced her and then showed her the rabbit before heading off into the small home. Her smile slowly faded as she turned back to her garden of roses. Oh, how she wished she could be a rose that had such great significance in this world.
The sun was beginning to set already and she had gone inside to start supper. She had to make her father some stew before she left for the ball. Eleanor had questioned why he wanted her to go so badly but he simply told her that it was simply best for her to socialize more. She remembered telling him how he told her many times to never go near the castle, yet here he was making her go. That man made no sense sometimes, and she would think he’s finally lost his mind. Thinking so ill of her father made her feel horrible so she pushed such thoughts away and continued cutting the vegetables and from there she went to skin the rabbit. As she stood over it, her gaze became distant and she no longer thought of anything. The fire place in the living area gave off the sound of the crackling wood, with the fire eating at it. A single couch stuffed with hay sat in front of it, and by the corner of the window sat a wooden armchair. In that arm chair, her father sat gazing outside like usual. Both were lost in their own thoughts, and both seemed to be thinking of the same exact thing. The woman, missing in their lives. On one end was a lover, and the other was a mother. This woman held the heart of Eleanor’s father and held the curiosity of Eleanor. As a child, she would ask many questions regarding her mother and her father told her something’s, things that made her mother sound so wonderful! Although she had stopped asking questions as she grew older because she began to feel so horrible not knowing her mother and only listening to the good things form her father. It made her feel sad and it made her father feel worse, so it was best she kept her mouth closed when it came to the topic of her mother. If she were to know the truth of who she was, it would bring great shock to Eleanor.
The reflection of her very face made her think about her father since she held most of his features but in a more beautifully feminine way. There was no doubt how much she loved her father and how she would never trade him to be with her mother if she were alive. Eleanor was content with what she had now and would wish for nothing, but if there was one thing she could wish for, it would be the happiness of her father. If Eleanor had the power to give her capability of joy to her father, she would have used it so long ago.
After the meat was cut up, she was at the fire place stirring the stew. Eleanor had finally snapped out of it and was now handing the bowl of stew to her father who took it and ate silently. She poured most of the soup into a smaller pot and went out into the fairly cold weather. Before she stepped out she heard her father tell her to hurry on back so she could get dressed and head to the ball. It quickly brought a slight frown on her face but she nodded and went off into the kingdom, passing the large walls that kept the kingdom safe. There, she went into the small village, the market place to be exact. Eleanor walked around for a bit, greeting everyone with a warm caring smile. At last, she walked up to two old men who were playing some board game. The two stopped what they were doing and looked at her with a smile. She greeted them before handing one the pot of stew, “It’s nice and warm now, be sure to save some for your wife Mr. Thomas and do share with Mr. Walter here.” She couldn’t help but chuckle along with the old men. They sat there for some time, talking though it was time for her to head back home so she waved and went off to get ready.
Once she reached her house, her father greeted her though he looked rather ill for some reason. Eleanor rushed to him since he lay on the couch resting. She knelt down beside him, worry filling her whole body. “Father, what’s wrong?” She looked down at him, her face showing how worried she was. If he was indeed ill, there would be no way she would be going to the ball.
“Hm?” He said in a groggy voice as he opened his eyes to look up at her. He had been half asleep but heard what she had said. “Wrong? Nothing is wrong dear, this old man is just tired is all. You don’t need to worry, go and get ready and head off to the ball. The sun is setting and you shouldn’t be too late.” He smiled at her and before she could protest he got off the couch and went off to his bed to sleep.
Eleanor sighed and couldn’t help but have a bad feeling build at the pit of her stomach. Either way, she got up and put on the dress her father had worked so hard to buy. It was plain yet elegant at the same time and it fit her body perfectly. She simply enhanced her naturally curly hair and went off and into the night. She took her horse and road all the way to the castle, not caring about ruining her hair since she wasn’t planning on being there all that long. Her horse trotted up to a servant of the castle and from there she let him take her horse as she made her way up the steps and toward the large doors. It was distant, but she could hear the music being played inside. The ball was actually a masquerade ball but Eleanor simply kept hers in her hands. Shyly, she made her way inside and the huge, bright room almost caused her to drop her jaw. Eleanor stood there before making her way over to a table at the very back and there she sat for the time being. The Prince was somewhere in the giant ball room and she kept a mental note to keep herself form going near him. Her father had told her that tonight she could possibly run into a young man that may be her Prince Charming, though he said she should accept such a man that was lower than the Prince. In fact, her father told her to keep away from him, which was why she had made such a mental note. Eleanor wasn’t much of a romantic type of woman, she didn’t care all too much about it, in fact she worried more about others than herself. She thought of everyone before herself so thinking about love was something that never crossed her mind much. All Eleanor could think of now was going home and sleeping. She felt very out of place here and the idea of home seemed like paradise. Even as she sat here, way in the back, she could feel many eyes of noblewomen staring at her, wondering why she was even here. Many were disgusted at the thought and Eleanor could care less.
{OOC: sorry if there are any errors but anyway feel free to post from here.}
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 1:07 pm
 -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ { Frederic Rocleitz Forensane }-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
The castle staff had outdone themselves for this occasion, it seemed all but Eric were eager to see the young prince find his bride; Eric laughed, however, when he was reminded of the fact this gathering was meant to be a masqerade. The odds of him truly connecting with some faceless debutante were indeed astronomical. Allready, his mind was set at ease knowing there would be a maintained anonymity in the room, that he hoped would prove most counter-productive for the goal of this evening, granted it wouldn't have been a difficult task pointing out his royal facade. He began, sitting before the room, to the left of his father in elegantly crafted chairs, on a riser situated on the opposite wall to the large double-doors leading back into the foyer. He looked on from his regal perch, chin propped on an arm, as he watched arrivals continue the file in, while those who were there already began mingling. Music played softly, creating an ambiant atmosphere that welcomed the quest, and the cooks were putting the finishing touches on the banquet table set aside for the event's gathered refreshments. The stage was set, and ready for it's charge, though the man of the hour still sulked in his seat...
"Honestly, father... Must we go through such great lengths?" Eric said bluntly, tilting his head slightly towards the smiling gray-beard sitting in his throne, taking in the atmosphere from a slightly different perspective of his son. The man tossed an unamused scowl at his son in response before returning to his revelry of watching the guests arrive. Eric groaned and rolled his eyes, before turning the other way to look at the man standing next to him, scanning the crowds much like the King; however, instead of a jovial exuberance, there shined a diligence and keen eye trained on the ins and outs of the rooms inhabitants.
...What do you think, Kyren? This is a complete waste of everyone's time, right?" Eric asked almost desperately, placing emphasis on certain words so his father could hear his disgruntled ribbing. He doubted Kyren to side with him, honestly. The event was well planned, the turn-out was great, music lively, food filling the room with an alluring aroma; this had all the makings of a roaring success. In truth, Eric was just being spoiled and willful; doing his best to draw out his complaints for as longs as any indulged him. His father was finished with the back-talk, allready viewing events in motion as having occured before they've actually happened. All that was left from which Eric could draw undeserved sympathy was from Kyren
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 8:13 pm
  Now unlike the prince, Kyren spent his time in his own home while he waited for the time to attend the Royal Ball. He wasn't worried at all about the fair ladies with their tight corseted dresses and flirtatious ways. Instead he chose to let his mind remain at ease while he wandered through the halls of his own manor... The halls were nice and quiet, and the only other people around where the maids and his own personal butler... He had put himself in his best wardrobe... A long creamy white coat with golden trim alone the hem, the collar was decorated with the print of white flowers, also trimmed with gold. a pair of fingerless red leather gloves. Under this was a soft brown turtleneck tunic and holding that in place was a thick brown belt. Over top of both his coat and tunic was a thin black belt that held his swords in place. On his feet he wore a pair of knee high red boots, with a white fold and gold trim one again. Underneath he wore slim black pants....all in all he looked like a royal guard ready to do his duty. The only unusual thing about his outfit was the mask. Which of course he had been told to wear....by the king in fact. The mask itself was crimson, with golden trim. It cut off just above his brow, and half way down the bridge of his nose.
Golden eyes darted out the window to see that it was in fact time for him to head to he palace, and he did just that. Once there he had made his way to the grand ball room immediately and took his place up beside the large thrones set out for the royal family. He had stood there, simply watching the ball room come to life as people filed in, in either small groups, to one or two people at a time. The music was light and floated into the air as the orchestra began to play music that was suitable for dancing....and they would continue to do so until the very end of the night. The red head simply shifted his weight as he watched the room, though he tore his gaze away as a sulking Eric sat himself down in the chair next to him. This brought a glimmer of amusement to his golden orbs as he forced himself to remain straight faced. Eventually him and Eric would be sent into the crowd, and Kyren wasn't about to Coddle the prince. "Oh it's not all that bad. It's not like you're really committed to any of the young ladies in here...Yet" He purred, a slight smile finally making it onto the face of the tall male. He had been friends with Eric for so long, he knew the other would not take offense from his words.
For a moment he was silent, until he figured that he could probably poke more fun at the prince and his smile widened. "Besides, all you have to do is bow until your back aches and dance until your feet are sore and legs unsteady. Where's the harm in that?" He chided in a rather nonchalant manner, letting his gaze roam as he spoke. He could already see little cliques forming as women gossiped about those who they did not like, and swooned over any man with a charming smile. Kyren had never been one for the act of courting....after all, he was generally quite busy commanding the guard. Most people thought his crazy, thanks to his young age and the fact that he had yet to even lead a young lady into his own home. But that wasn't who he was... Not after all the time he had spent with his own mother and her....whoreish ways. Without realizing it a small frown had managed to pull at his lips, and he had to shake his head to remove any thoughts of his mother. She wasn't exactly someone he was proud of...but she was still his mother nonetheless and he loved her...in his own way.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:58 pm
From the corner of her eye, Eleanor spotted the royal family as well as the knight by the Prince’s side. She didn’t pay too much attention for she showed no interest and simply turned her gaze upon a young woman who sat alone as well. She was rather beautiful, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. It was of innocent beauty like Eleanor though Eleanor also held a beauty of strength and fierceness. When the other woman glanced over at her, Eleanor quickly diverted her eyes and stared at the table, feeling slightly embarrassed for staring. It wasn’t as if she found any interest in that young woman, she was attracted to men after all. Eleanor was simply admiring her beauty. When she glanced over at the table, the young woman was gone only to be making her way toward her. For a moment, Eleanor wanted to get up and run away. It almost felt like the first day of school but now she was a grown woman, there was no running now. She simply sat there and waited for the young woman to approach her. When she finally did, she offered the brunette to take a seat. A moment of silence was making Eleanor much more nervous but of course the other woman was the one to break such an awkward silent.
“My name is Adeline Clementine Marioet, I could not help but notice that you are in the same situation as I, only you are a commoner.” The woman smiled and chuckled softly, covering her mouth as she did so as a way of covering her perfect smile. Her smile did fade rather quickly as she sat up straight and looked at Eleanor with an apologetic expression as she added, “I do apologize, I did not mean to call you a commoner, I do hope you do not take offense. I try to be fair with everyone and I do not wish to be seen as the other noble women around here. I apologize again.”
Is she serious? Eleanor could hardly believe what she was listening to. The poor girl looked so ashamed that for a moment, Eleanor thought the girl would burst out in tears. It was nice to see someone like this though; it gave her hope that not every rich person was a snobby a*****e. All she offered the young woman was a smile and a shaking of her head before saying, “Not at all. You did no such thing. You do not have to apologize, it is quiet alright, and it is not an uncommon thing for me to hear. I appreciate your apology nonetheless and I certainly view you high above those other women. My name is Eleanor Abigail Veretti, it is very nice to meet you Adeline.” She reached out and shook the other woman’s hand before simply sitting there with a soft smile.
“You are such a lovely young woman. If people here were not slandering your name I would think you a noble woman such as I. I am most grateful that I gathered the courage to come say hello. As you saw I was sitting alone. I do not get along all too well with the other women because I refuse to gossip about others and because I am far too shy to actually stand up to them. Oh, and they find me odd.” The last statement was said with a chuckle, making Eleanor chuckle as well.
“I simply know how to speak to people of all sorts. You on the other hand are the definition of lovely young woman. Up until now I figured most noble women were mean gossipers but you have certainly proven me wrong. Though I met you today, I have a feeling that you do not really wish to be here, I could be wrong,” Eleanor had stopped chuckling and only spoke softly so that Annette could be the only one to hear.
“Ah, you sensed that from me did you? It is true. I would much rather be out in country side with my father but he away for business and women have no business in business,” she chuckled yet again and glanced around for a moment. She ignored the glares the other women gave her and looked back at Eleanor. “I am used to balls such as this and they tend to get more interesting as the night continues so I will be sticking around for a while, how about you? I kind of sensed that form you as well. Oh, and call me Addy if you wish or Adeline is fine.” Adeline added lastly with her soft smile.
“I do not really fit in as you can see why, but the real reason why I do wish to be here is because-“ Before Eleanor could finish what she was saying, someone was announcing for people to begin dancing since there weren’t many doing so. Eleanor glanced about and spotted the Queen telling her son to go out and dance with the women. Before she knew it, Annette was whisked off by some nobleman. Eleanor was once again left alone.
Maybe I should leave sooner than I thought. I don’t know why I’m here, it’s not like the Prince will take any notice to me. I’m a commoner after all and the Prince is probably some snobby guy who wants nothing but a pretty thing in his arms. I think I should go. Eleanor stood up after putting her shoes back on. She glanced around and spotted Annette. She waved since she wanted to say goodbye to her first friend before leaving. As she made her way toward the exit, Adedline had come to stop her.
“Elle! You musn’t leave now.” She grasped her arm and looked at Eleanor with a pleading look.
Elle? That's fine I guess... Eleanor thought before speaking, “It was very nice meeting you Addy but I have to head home. I will see you around so do not fret. Go and continue your fun,” Eleanor smiled and watched as the girl her age embraced her and then ran back to continue her dance. Eleanor walked to the doors and noticed that they were locked. With a heavy sigh she turned to the guard and asked him to open it.
“Sorry ma’am but the doors stay locked until the ball is over.” That was all he said and then he stayed quiet leaving Eleanor with no choice but to find an alternative route. She moved about the crowd trying to find open windows. It didn’t take her long to spot a balcony with the doors open. As she made her way toward it, her clumsiness kicked in. Eleanor was pushed back by one of the dancers and came falling down on the steps leading up to the thrones of the royal family. When she glanced up she noticed the Prince standing right before her. How great…she thought to herself with a great deal of sarcasm. Eleanor watched his hand come out as a sign of his offer to help her. But of course being who she was, she stood up on her own and dusted herself off.
She looked at the prince for a moment before bowing deeply and apologized, “I am very sorry your highness, please accept my apology.” By now, the whole room was silent and watching the two. Eleanor blushed from embarrassment and without another word she began heading toward the balcony before she could make a fool of herself…more of a fool.
{OOC: Just a little fyi about Eleanor: She speaks formally to royals and nobles and when she talks to herself or anyone of her status she speaks in her normal "commoner" speech.
As for Annette, she is another character. I will create a profile for her soonish, when I have the time to do so. I hope to see more posts soon. }
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:10 am
-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ { Frederic Rocleitz Forensane }-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
"Kyren is right, you know." The queen chimed past the non-attentive king. "At the very least, go and mingle; the staff worked very hard to prepare this night for you. I know you are opposed, but one thing I know you are not, is ungrateful."
She was right, as well; even in the capacity their relationship, a mother always knows, and she knew him well. Wisdom all around if he would but reach out and take it. It was no secret that Eric was on good terms, friends even, with many of the castle staff, and they had all put a large amount of their own effort, time and creativity. At the very least, Eric intended to deliver his thanks in person as he passed around the room.
"I'm sorry, Mother. You're right..." Eric replied, offering her a smile, to set her at ease, before looking at Kyren with an amused smirk and standing. He pulled from his jacket pocket a white and gold mask and readied it on his forehead. He let his eyes scan the room before pulling the mask down over his eyes. He couldn't help but notice through the budding dance pairings and increased muddled interaction, the two women near the door; one seemed to be on her way out, and the other attempting to intercede. The stunning brunette returned to the party wearing a smile when she rejoined her dance partner, so Eric considered it no real concern that the golden-haired beauty was attempting to leave. Still, when she was turned away at the door, Eric couldn't help but gravitate to her. He watched from his perch feeling a sting of sympathy for wanted to remove herself from this place. Without another word, he stepped off the riser with sure-footed confidence as he disappeared into the thick of flowing gowns and gleaming masks.
He could feel the eyes on him, but shook it off; the passing smiles, a sure distraction, could deter him from his goal of seeing the other side of this sea of people. He pressed through, being cordial as he could but stopping at nothing, and eventually he came to the door, only to find no girl.
Where did she go?, he thought to himself as he turned back around and skimmed the room again, before heading back towards the riser with a certain air of disappointment; in a way, he hoped he might be able to help her, if she truly didn't want to be there. It would have been no trouble at all to raise a small stink and have the guard overlook the girl's departure, but perhaps, she, like him, had found some cause to stay and participate.
He had all but began back up the riser to his throne, when he felt an abrupt collision as people seemed to move away from something in a hurry. Eric pushed through, glancing back at his would be attacker, before turning his attention to the source of the commotion. The room went silent to all but whispers, and Eric looked around in awe, amazed none would take the initiative he was about to. Without a word he moved to the girl, the very girl; the same one he saw across the room, and offered her a hand to her feet. Upon her refusal, Eric smirked and indifferently slid his hands into his pockets.
"No trouble at all." He said calmly, casually, as he watched the girl walk away. After see disappeared beyond his sight on the balcony, he glanced back at the party, and then up to Kyren, before steeling his resolve and following up the stairs behind the mystery girl.
The air was cool as the night began to set in. Stars were gleaming high above and the wind blew gently through the trees on the castle grounds. On the balcony he found a few couples stealing away from the bright lights and music for a more private and intimate setting, but only one was there alone. Standing near the center of the rounded rail that traced the balcony.
"How do you find the view?" He asked as he neared her, and took a spot beside her at the rail. "Ample distraction from the events at hand, I hope."
His words were sincere, as if he meant them for himself as well.
"You know, I saw you talking to the guards earlier. If you like, I can see that you go early. I wouldn't want anyone to feel they had to stay here on my account. I'm less invested, and more obligated to attend this function myself, if it were me, I'd be looking for an open window to flee through. This balcony..." He glanced over the edge at the drop. "It won't serve you for an escape... these columns are too far out, and there are no tapestries to use for grip..."
He offered the girl a smile; this words spoke from experience, having sneaked out of the castle many times before.
"My name is Eric, by the way..." He added offering his hand again, this time in greeting. "...Well, actually it's Frederic, but I've never really liked the full moniker."
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 2:45 pm
"The view is very lovely, though I prefer the view back home. I like this environment far more then that of the celebration going on inside. Nature feels a lot more welcome and comforting unlike those who view themselves higher than me," for a moment she paused, her gaze dropping from the moon and over to the Prince. Though she carried a soft smile, her expression was anything but happy.
"Everyone knows who you are Prince," she muttered softly before taking her gaze off of him to look back at the moon. "It would be rather silly if I did not know who our Prince was," Eleanor added with a stifled chuckle as she turned away form the moon and leaned her back against the railing.
"I do not wish to trouble you. I can stay until it is over I suppose," her lips stopped moving and it was silent again. Her eyes glanced down at the floor as she thought about that nagging feeling in her heart. It's probably just my imagination. I should though it out, at least for father I should... The silence was broken when she pushed off the railing and bowed to the Prince while adding, "Well, I should go back inside, I musn't keep the Prince away from the women who wish to dance with you."
With those final words, she walked back into the ball room and quickly made her way to where she had been sitting, but of course she had to bump into yet another person. This time, Eleanor felt herself being stabilized by the person who caught her. Looking up, she saw that it was the red headed Knight that was with the Prince. Muttering an apology she moved to head to her table.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 7:01 pm
Kyren couldnt help but grin as he watched the queen and Eric speak. Of course he would listen to his mother....he always did. His father wasn't that great at motivating him after all... Raising a brow he watched as Eric smirked as him and stood, watching the prince descend only to stop, a young woman placed at the bottom of the stairs where she had fallen. A slight frown had eased it's way onto his lips at this point...The prince trying to help her would only draw more attention to the poor girl, who obviously did not want it. Sighing he watched as she got to her feet on her own and pardoned herself....the prince following soon after.
'I suppose...I should be mingling as well' he commented silently to himself, though he stayed at his post for a moment more, before turning to the king and queen and bowing. He excused himself politely, before descending the steps himself. Instantly he was stopped by a few women who tried to speak with him...though he wasn't all that interested... With a smile he excused himself from their conversation as well. All they were doing was gossiping and flirting with him anyways, so there wasn't really any point in speaking with them.
Most people already knew, but Kyren was not the type of person to flirt with women...Most simply think it's due to his job, but in reality he just finds talking with women like them.....Awkward. They reminded him of his mother far too much...simply looking to be favored by a rich noble, and Kyren was the head of the guard after all. With a soft sigh he turned, only to find that the young blonde woman who had fallen on the steps bumping into him this time, golden eyes instantly meeting her own Gray blue orbs. As she muttered her apology he pursed his lips...she seemed interesting enough....
Without a second thought he turned on heel and casually strolled over to her, walking beside her with a slight smile on his lips whilst he looked at the girl from the corner of his eye. "You seem a bit...absent minded" He commented in a rather casual tone. He wasn't flirting however, since he already had a feeling that she didn't want to be here in the first place. "So, i don't really mean to seem rude, but are you alright?" He finally asked, golden eyes gentle as he looked down at the woman. She was far different from the noble ladies here....sure she carried herself well, but she didn't have that arrogance about her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 8:07 pm
This whole time, Eleanor figured she was invisible but here she was being confronted not only by the Prince earlier but also by his personal Knight. What was it about her that brought them over to her? Did she do something to make them speak with her? This certainly confused her but none the less she stopped and faced the young man. Not wanting to be rude she smiled and shook her head, "I am quiet alright." It was obvious that she was lying since her face couldn't quiet hid the truth. "As for being absent minded...I have been told that many times. I am always just lost in thought."
Her glance left his eyes and she now stared at the floor. Her nagging feelings were becoming worse and she just wanted to go home. For now she could bare it, but for how long was the question.
{OCC: Ugh not in the mood to write a lot lol XD}
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:24 pm
Kyren raised a brow at the way the girl spoke and acted...was she trying to act conducted? Because honestly she seemed even more full of nerves than she had before. That and something just seemed to be nagging at her mind...that's what he was getting at least. "You my dear, are a very bad liar." He stated lightly, before he placed a hand on the small of her back and stood up straight. "Follow my lead, and i'll get you out of here" He murmured in a hushed whisper, his gaze remaining confident as he kept it straight ahead. If she tried to move away from him he simply kept his hand pressed against her back and continued to lead her along until they reached the door where the guards had been vigilantly guarding it. But as soon as he approached they stiffened and simply bowed their heads as he used his free hand to wave them off. With that he pushed the door open and lead the young lady out into the hall, where he seemed to instantly drop his guard persona and relax. "That's better" he sighed, as if he had been wanting to escape from the mingling within the room himself.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:54 am
Adeline Clementine Marioet
The only person keeping her company had now left. Adeline was unsure of what to do now and she felt rather lonely now. She left her dance partner and headed back to her seat to see that Eleanor was being escorted out, how lucky. She ignored the comments the other women were making but when they were speaking of her new friend, she became angry and irritated though she restrained herself from actually doing anything. In the end, Adeline simply made her way over to a window that had been open by one of the guards after a couple people complained about how stuffy it was inside.
Standing by the window, she gazed up at the sky and stared up at the big moon, wishing she could make something to take her all the way up there so she could take it and hold it in her hands. The moon was so large yet from how she saw it, it was so small and warm looking. A small smile crept on her face as she now became relaxed. The cool air hit her slightly tanned skin, making goosebumbs run up her arms but she enjoyed the feeling.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:20 pm
He entered alone today, not dressed in his usual black uniform nor in his red Cardinal’s robes. His signature apparel was purposely dropped tonight in favor of a fine silk jacket on top of relatively ‘standard’ clothes for special occasions. He didn’t want to be identified tonight, not at this whore gathering. Who arranges a marriage through such a crude manner? His Eminence was ranting once more.
As he entered the main hall, the Cardinal experienced a combination of all his disgusts, culminating in one, stuffy room. He made his way to the throne, putting on his usual calm and serious persona as to make his true feelings for this occasion as enigmatic as possible.
”Your Majesties.” He declared with a half-bow to the King and Queen. The Prince was absent, most likely dancing with the ladies below. To think that he could have married a foreign lady and gained a handsome dowry, but nay, the King chose to hold this elaborate and embarrassing celebration to deplete the state’s coffers.”You’re late.” The King commented in annoyance as to preempt any kind words his wife would have said.
”Business at the exchequer. My apologies if I have misprioritized, your Majesty.”
His Majesty abstained from the expected blunt comment about embezzlement and corruption which Varias was almost certain would materialize as the King’s response. The expected response having been averted, Varias changed his planned course of action as to not ruin the King’s unusually bright mood.”So are you just going to sit behind the throne the whole night?” The King blurted out. The Cardinal’s arrival probably reignited memories of the conspiracies his Majesty’s advisers whispered in his ear earlier this week.
”It’s what I do every night, your Majesty.” Varias responded, terminating the conversation. He had no interest in enlightening the King with the happenings of the realm. His true business tonight was with the Prince, whenever he should return from his bed chamber.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 12:49 pm
Without another word, Eleanor was already making her way down the stairs to get her horse. The cobbled road was cold but she did not mind since she had other things in mind. When her horse was given to her, she quickly got on and the horse darted off back home. In her haste, she not only dropped her shoes that she had been holding but her mask. Of course to her, none of those this were important and as she grew closer to her home she felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. But what made her heart race the most was the thick smoke up a head where her house was. Eleanor made the horse beneath her run faster but it was running at full speed, but to her it felt as if the horse was running in thick mud. Soon enough, she came to her house, not to find it standing their peacefully as before, but engulfed in flames. She was no longer upon her horse but scrambling about the property searching to see if her father was out of the house. It all seemed to be a bad dream and time seemed to have slowed down. By now, the whole place was consumed and if her father was in there, he was surely doomed. There was nothing she could do as she sat on a small hill watching as the house finally collapsed. For now, she could not find it in her to cry as she glanced around. Her fathers horse trotted around as if looking for him until he came upon Eleanor. She patted his head and spotted something sticking out of the horses pouch on the saddle. Getting up, she pulled out a piece of paper and saw that it was her fathers writing. At the moment she did not read it but she knew what some of it said. Indeed, he was in that house and now she understood why he had sent her away.
So many questions ran through her mind as she watched her garden burn, but one question was, what was she to do now and where would she go?
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 6:22 pm
Kyren had watched the woman thank him, and before he could even get the young womans name she had taken off down the steps. For a moment he stood there, until he decided to follow her outside. With that he watched the girl ride off...but something about the panic in her features left him with a unsettling feeling. For a while he stayed as he was, leaning against the frame of the large double doors, before he squinted, trying to make out something in the distance....Smoke...and that had been the exact direction the young maiden had gone. Cursing his own protective personality he trotted down the stairs to the stables where he had a lovely black and white stallion tacked up. He then lead the horse outside and with that he hopped up into the saddle and took off. This was of course a war horse, so he was fast and had great stamina...just what he needed right now. "I'm too nosy" He muttered under his breath, though the words had been carried away by the wind as he rode hard down the rocky road.
After a while of riding the burning house came into few, and his gut twisted... he simply had a feeling it was that womans home. Pulling the horses reigns to gradually come to a halt, he dismounted and started towards the house, before stopping to look around. On the hill he could see a faint silhouette, and he started towards that, easily recognizing the girl from her wavy blonde locks and gray is blue eyes. He trotted up the hill, before coming to a stop before the girl...panting slightly as he looked down at her....what was he supposed the say to her? surely his arrival was at a very bad time... "Are....you alright?" He breathed softly, concern clear in his golden eyes as he looked down at the woman.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 7:45 pm
A couple minutes later, she was able to swallow that lump of sorrow and pain and she said with a nod, "I'm alright...just thinking of where I can go now..." She didn't sound like she was upset, instead she stood up and fixed herself, refusing to let out any emotion. Eleanor felt that there would be no point in crying anymore and so she let her heart become slightly colder. She looked at him, her expression now plain yet her eyes did give away the true pain she was feeling.
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