Realistic or Modern Medieval Europe

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

After a few weeks of Greg's departure, the king sat at his desk, swiping a quill gently across a piece of paper. He seemed to be writing invitations, as there was a stack of identical letters on the edge of his desk. Signing the end of the last letter, he slid it into an envelope and sighed, leaning back in his chair. Leon cracked his fingers, flicking his gaze upwards as a guard appeared.


"Your majesty, there is a messenger here for you."


The king nodded, motioning for him to come in. The man was quite small, and secured around his shoulder was an empty leather bag.


"It will be a few days before the letters are delivered, sir." The messenger said, while grasping each letter from off the desk, and setting them gently into his bag. Leon smiled and shook his head.


"That's quite alright. Thank you for your services." The king watched as the messenger began to take his leave, with a guard escorting him out. Standing up, Leon sighed and wandered towards the middle of the throne room as Eloise strode in. She flashed him a warm smile before pulling him into a hug.


"The maids are setting up the ballroom. Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked quietly, pulling away and stroking his face. The king avoided her gaze, and forced a smile.


"Of course. It's a time of celebration and reunion. We have not spoke with other royal families since the war began. It will be nice to see most of them again." He said calmly, turning towards her. Eloise nodded, but looked a bit hesitant. The king guessed at why, and kissed her forehead softly before speaking.


"She will not like it. I know. I'm hoping she will understand more when our guests have arrived."


Adelisa walked down to the main hall, watching curiously as maids with decorations and other sorts ran to and from the ballroom. She could already guess at what her brother was planning.

 

[Dak]

A messenger walked into the throne room and approached the king. He was carrying two letters. One for the king and the other for the princess. He walked up to the king and handed him a letter. It read.


"Your majesty.


I am happy to say that my plan will be coming full swing soon. There are just a couple things that I must take care of before I can call off this war. I send you my regards from the capital of England.


~Gregory"


After the other messenger handed Adelisa a letter. It read.


"My dearest Adelisa,


My dearest I haven't stopped thinking about you. When I lay in my cot at night you're the only thing in my mind. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms. I hopefully will be returning to you within a couple of weeks, then we can be together.


~Gregory."


As quick as he came, he was gone.


Greg was sitting in a room with five people. He knew them as the other leaders of the resistance. "We have only one more thing to overcome... The last part of our plan. We need the scottish on our side. Without them we will stand no chance with the trained palace guard."

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

Reading the letter quickly, the king smiled to see that Greg's plan was coming along nicely. He set the letter on his desk, before swiping out a clean sheet of paper from out of a drawer. Dipping his quill, he began writing:


"Prince Greg,


I am glad to see that everything is coming along just as you had planned. I will be waiting for your next letter. I am curious to see what you accomplish next.


Signed,


Leon LaBelle"





When the French king was done writing the letter, he slipped it into a white envelope, and handed it to one of his guards to deliver. The guard took it, but looked at the king hesitantly.


"Prince Greg sent another letter, your majesty. For Adelisa." The king swallowed hard, avoiding the guard's gaze.


"Dispose of it. Burn all letters sent from the prince to Adelisa. I want all communication broken for now." He murmured, watching the guard bow with the letter in hand.


"As you wish, sir." Leon watched as the guard walked over to the fire, and threw the letter straight into the flames. The paper withered into ashes in seconds, Adelisa's name inked across the middle disappearing.


 
(Gah! Did not mean to post this yet.)

 

[Dak]

(Take your time)

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

(Okay all done xD )

 

[StrongImplications]

(I've a question about the royal family's manner and the overall story of this roleplay so far. I'm highly interested in this, although my character is of no real authority other than being a knight; I am not sure if he can be intertwined in the story, as it seems predominantly political and royal in nature. Can either of you clarify the current state of this? Either way, thank you.)

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

(Yes, I was trying to figure out a way to fit you in with the story... Hm. Is your character a royal knight? If so, I can think of a way for him to be included.)

 

[Dak]

A Scotsman entered the tavern that Gregory and sat down at the table with the other people. "Me and moy peopole with join ye'. But furst you need's to promise us that we can 'ave our cuntry back?"


Greg looked at the scotsman. "I give you my word that you will be able to govern yourself, if you need help then just ask me."Greg said offering his hand to shake.


The Scot looked at the man. He shook Greg's hand. "We'll follow you." He said.

 

[StrongImplications]

(Not royal per se, he is a knight of the Knights Hospitaller, more specifically from the French tongue of the order. He's not directly intertwined with the royal families, but rather a large order of knighthood widespread throughout Europe.)

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

(Hm.... Because he is a knight, it makes a little more easier to fit him in. I'm just still trying to figure out how. The creator of this roleplay, Hiroshi, might be able to deal with this better then I can xD I'm dearly sorry, mate)





"This dress is rather tight." Adelisa held her stomach as one of the maids began zipping the back. Ambre tied the princess's hair into a tight bun, smoothing down some stray hairs. The maid behind her laughed quietly at Adelisa's words, and stepped back to look at her.


"But it sure is beautiful, milady." She cooed while picking up a few accessories from the dresser. There were about four maids in the room, all helping Adelisa get ready.


"I heard that Spanish prince will be here tonight. Antonio is his name, I think." One of them said, flashing the princess a wink. Growing slightly curious, Adelisa rose an eyebrow.


"Spanish prince?"


"Oh yes. Very attractive man." The maid fixing her dress began, seeming to be in a daze for a second. Adelisa squinted her eyes, trying to remember if his name sounded familiar. Putting on a pair of sparkling diamond earrings and a pearl bracelet, the princess stared at herself in the mirror for a moment.


"One last thing..." Ambre murmured, before placing a crown on top of the princess's head.


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The castle was lit from ceiling to ceiling, light shining out of each window. More and more royal guests poured out of their fancy carriages every minute, Adelisa's brother and his wife greeting each and every one of them. The castle was filled with people from all over the world. Adelisa almost didn't recognize half of them as she strode down the marble staircase. Many eyes looked up as the princess entered the room, and seeing this, a faint blush appeared on Adelisa's face. Never had she gotten so much attention from so many people before.


"Adelisa! How good it is to see you again!" Her uncle, Aldric, exclaimed from out of the crowd. He stood in front of her with the biggest grin on his face, beginning to lead her down to the ballroom.


"Hello, Aldric! It's been a long time. How have you been?" The princess asked, looking behind her as the two strode into the ballroom. He shrugged, the music beginning to grow louder.


"I've been better. But hey, I'll speak with you later. Have fun tonight." Aldric called out, before disappearing into the crowd once more. Shaking her head and smiling, she entered the ballroom with her hands cupped in front of her. The air smelled of fresh baked food and the slight scent of wine, accompanied by music echoing loudly through the castle. All around her, people talked and danced, twirling across the floor in various colors and styles of dresses. She could not believe how many people were here. Glancing around the ballroom once more, someone caught her eye. A man in a black suit. He had a glass of wine between his fingers, and his gaze was directed straight at her. He was very handsome, and Adelisa found it almost hard to look away. Finally glancing down, she strode across the floor, weaving around others and greeting people quickly as she passed.


It was just then, when a gentle hand grasped her wrist. Stopping, the princess swiveled around to see the face of the man she had seen earlier. He flashed her a smile, and bowed deeply. He slid her hand under his lips, and kissed it gently.


"May I have this dance?" He asked, his Spanish accent thick. Taking a minute to regain herself, Adelisa nodded. Smirking, the man led her out into the middle of the floor, his hand grasping hers.


(Holy cow. My hands hurt.)

Spoiler

 

[StrongImplications]

(The easiest way I can think of is starting with his order rather than his individual character. Potentially having many knights of the order visit, Jean-Pierre included, and go from there to place him in the story. Other than that, I'm not sure. His renown currently lies with the order he belongs to rather than his own reputation.)

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

(Yeah! That sounds like a good plan actually! I don't know much about the order he is in, so learning more about it should be interesting )

 

[Dak]

Greg and the other revolutionaries stood on the streets with mass crowd gathered. Greg was standing on a platform.


"Brothers, Sisters of the revolution. Fellow country men, and women. I stand today before you not as just your prince, but as a man has seen enough of this war that would sicken a healthy man."


The crowd began to stir.


"And yet my father has done nothing, in fact he has sent men, your husbands and sons off to die for his own personal gain... And where does he hide, within his own walls of his palace. I have bleed for this country, I have seen my brothers in arms fall to the ground, dead. He just sits back and eats till his hearts content... I hate to say this but he doesn't care about his citizens. It's time to rise up and take back our country."


The crowed really stirred. They were so angry with the king that they even started to riot the streets in one direction. In the direction of the Palace.

 

[StrongImplications]

Jean-Pierre had been gone for some time, ever since his short visit to Paris to rest. He was back on his steed, though this time in the company of many other knights of his order. They were all clad in armor, black cloth covering them with the brilliant white cross displaying on their chests. The hooves of their black-clad horses stamped into the ground as the company marched closer towards the gates of Paris, banner carriers holding flagpoles firmly up the entire time. Silent and stoic the knights were, not so much as turning their heads as they neared the gates. Heads turned, as the visit was expected by some of the city's inhabitants, hearing rumors of the event. Jean had become separated after an engagement, and had returned to search for the company after resting at Paris that one night. The company was greeted at the gates, the loud and thunderous marching coming to a halt. The wind blew the flags upwards to fly straight, tethered to the flagpoles with the cloth wavering in the breeze. Jean had finally arrived in Paris properly this time, with the knights he had known as brothers in arms. Jean sat upon the saddle with his long black cloak resting on his shoulders and back. The commander slowly turned his head to examine the area before looking straightforward once more. The company had not entered with the intent of harm or warfare, yet for peace and honor of the king and the nation.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

"What is your name?" The man asked, his hand now on her waist as they danced. She smiled, resting her hand on his shoulder.


"Adelisa." The French princess murmured. The man twirled her and put a hand on her back, her head almost touching the floor as he leaned her down.


"Antonio." He said smirking, already knowing what her question would be. He stared at the princess for a moment before pulling her back up to the dancing position they were at before.


"You are a very smooth dancer, monsieur." Adelisa said while Antonio twirled her once more. He smiled at her words, arching an eyebrow slightly as they moved towards the middle of the floor.


"You haven't even seen the half of it yet, señorita." And almost as soon as he said that, he twirled her once more, this time, stronger then before. She slid all the way down the middle of the dance floor, seeming to be spinning endlessly until she reached where the crowd was no longer dancing. People were surely looking now. Antonio bowed, flashing her a smirk as she skipped gracefully back towards him. As soon as she was close enough, he picked her up by her waist, and lifted her up. The crowd of people around them whistled, watching Antonio set her back down and begin dancing with one another.


(Have no idea what these dance moves are called, so skipping to the end of the dance xD )


Hands entwined with each other, the two bowed in front of the large crowd that had gathered. The entire castle was filled with cheering and clapping as the two walked off the dance floor and joined the rest of them. Adelisa had never felt so exotic, so alive, in her life. She smiled at the Spanish prince who offered her a glass of wine. She took it gratefully, and took a small sip. Her eyes grew sad for a moment. She wished Greg was here to experience this with her. Adelisa had never received any letters from him. She hoped he hadn't forgotten her.

 

[Dak]

Greg was at the front of the mass crowd, with his bow drawn. It wasn't the normal place for an archer, but if gave him first pick of targets, even though he was going to kill any of them.


They stormed the castle by surprise. It was raining out so that added onto the mood. They pushed into the castle. Greg and the other leaders leading the charge. They entered the main foyer of the castle. "Search everywhere for them, and bring them into the foyer when you can."

 

[StrongImplications]

The company of knights sat valiantly and stoic upon their horses, their backs straight up and their bodies firm, unmoving. Through the openings in their chain coifs or the slits in their helmets some could see their eyes. A small minority showed excitement, but most were still and showed nothing; a reminder that these men were still soldiers, and had been through very much. The wind slowed down, letting the flags fall slowly back onto the flagpoles before picking up once more. While the town was busy, the small area around the company was silent; no sounds other than the occasional snort of their horses or wavering of the flags. These knights did not always enjoy the same luxuries as many others, for many of these knights lived on bread and water, their only reputation being the suit of armor shielding their identities. Finally, the commander spoke in a booming voice, deep in tone. "We shall not intrude upon any events in the castle or outside of it. We must remember our place as guests in this city. We are knights, we are collective. May none of us forget our duties. May none of us impose our presence upon the people if uninvited." the silence returned afterwards. The company was no large war party, yet it did not contain only a few. The knights were chosen to accompany the commander while on his travels to Paris; many of them, Jean included, had seen battle just weeks or even days before this arrival. They made their way fully into the city, making sure not to tread over any citizens in the process. The knights all marched in the same formation, keeping unity and order in the ranks.

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

After a few long hours, the castle finally began to empty. The King and the Queen said their goodbyes to the last royal family leaving: The Spanish Manor. Leon and Eloise talked with the rulers of Spain, Leonardo and Marie De Santigo, while Adelisa said her goodbyes to Antonio.


"I had a wonderful time tonight, Antonio." The princess said to him, watching the Spanish prince take her hand gently.


"I did too, señorita. Will we meet again?" He asked her, planting a soft kiss on the top of her hand.


"Yes. We will soon." She murmured, watching a smile appear on his face as he let go of her hand. Bowing, he followed his family back to their carriage.


After they had left, Adelisa, Leon, and Eloise returned inside.


"You've been burning his letters to me, haven't you?" The princess stared at the ground, avoiding her brother's gaze. The king had his back to her, sighing quietly.


"For now, Adelisa. Until his kingdom is under control. Then, you can speak with him."

 

[Dak]

(It's funny, you're wining and dining, while Greg is whining and dying.)


After a few hours of searching and they finally found all the members of Greg's family. His father was the last one to be found. He was trying to escape through the garden, but the crowd surrounded the palace.


His mother, brother, sister and father were all tied up in a row.


Greg stood above them all. "Don't tie them up... Let them go."He demanded. The resistance leaders cut all the rope ties of the royal family.


"Betrayed by my own beloved son... For shame." The king said.


"You side with France!" The queens said.


"Traitor."His brother, and sister said in unison.


"No. I side with England. Where you side with yourselves. As royalty you should put the needs of your people first, and not your needs before your people.. You all are blind to what your people need.


"Are you gonna be the one to slay your own father." His father said.


"No, to many english blood has been spilled in this war. The people will take care of you... But in the end you will be sent to prison.. I do not take pleasure in this."

 

[StrongImplications]

("It's funny, you're wining and dining, while Greg is whining and dying." My sides, lel.)


After the few hours had passed, the knights remounted after visiting Notre-Dame de Paris in reverence. Remaining silent the entire time just as they had been since their arrival. It was time, as the festivities had mostly ended. The marching of hooves once again sounded as the knights followed their commander towards the castle, the commander on his way to bring honor to the king and to France. As they arrived near the castle, they awaited as the commander spoke to men outside of the castle, inquiring as to whether or not he may see the king.


 
(Oh, another question I should have properly asked earlier. What is the king's manner on letting people in to see him, and allowing visitation? I am not sure if the commander will be allowed inside.)

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

(He's pretty open about having visitations, but I wouldn't say more then 10 a day. Since the ball just ended, he won't be seeing anymore visitors until the next day, unless it's an emergency)


The French princess returned to her room, shedding the beautiful dress and folding it neatly on top of the wooden dresser. Stepping over to her wardrobe, Adelisa swung open the doors, revealing a cloak with a dress tucked underneath. With a determined expression, the princess grabbed it and slipped it on quickly, adjusting the hood that now sat on her head. She stared at herself in the mirror for a second, her glowing blue eyes visible through the overcast shadow of the cloak. Snatching up a sleek bow, and a leather quiver full of arrows, she slipped the weapon onto her back. Peering out her window, Adelisa scanned to see if the guards were at their posts. Seeing no guards or anyone near the wall, she pushed open the glass window and perched herself on the windowpane like a small bird. The cool air of sundown swept through her lungs, causing her to take a deep breath, before leaping off.


It was a very dangerous height to fall from, but knowing there was a heavy patch of bushes beneath, she knew she would not be injured. Adjusting the hood to conceal her face, the princess skillfully crept towards the stables. There were guards nearby. She stopped in a crouching position behind a patch of neatly trimmed shrubs, peeking a small part of her face around the corner. The two armored men turned their backs to her, and quickly,


she sped right behind them. Now in the stables, the princess recognized Alastor's tall black ears from afar. Opening the stable he was in and leading him out, Adelisa glanced all around quickly. There were always guards near the stables. She was going to have to be careful.


As the night grew darker, it was almost impossible to see Adelisa, or the black horse she was with. The only thing barely visible, was her eyes, which illuminated the darkness slightly. Clicking her tongue, the princess brought the tall horse out of the castle's grounds, and to the street. Climbing on to the saddle, she kicked his sides gently. Rearing back onto his hind legs, Alastor kicked and neighed, before bursting into a fast gallop down the road. They vanished in seconds.


I have to get to Greg. The princess pushed the horse to a faster pace, his hooves thundering against the cement.

Spoiler

 

[Dak]

Greg was in the throne room with his father standing before Greg. "Why have you done this to me. What about all the hunting trips that I took you on as a boy. What about all the times we would walk through the city. Do those mean nothing to you?" Greg's father said angrily.


Greg stood up from sitting on the throne. "When you took me on those trips you made me fall in love with this country... and when we went on walks through the city you made me fall in love with the people... but in your age you have lost your love of the people." Greg walked down the steps till he was about eye level with his father. "This war has been killing both countries... I wish to see it ended, and this great country taken to glory."


Greg's father, the once king looked at his son in disbelief. He had all the things to be made a king. "You'll make a good king."He said before bowing. "I believe in you my king."


Greg was in shock, was his father actually bowing before him. "I am sorry that I have to send you to prison."


@Lost_In_Paradise

 

[StrongImplications]

The commander signaled a return to the city gates, the knights' horses marching there as they sat on the saddles. Upon reaching the stables, the commander ordered most of the men to return to the camp away from Paris, while the rest would remain with the commander and let their horses rest in the stables. Jean was one of those who were staying, and he soon went to an inn to find a room. He rented it, paying the man with what money he had before walking in and locking the door behind him. Jean undressed into his underclothes, setting his equipment aside and sighing. He had been in the armor all day, and he was happy to at least get some rest out of it. He was finally able to see Paris, and he was going to try and enjoy his stay while he could. Jean-Pierre rested on the bed before covering up.

 

[alex the fox]

((done with this rp so yeah))

 

[The Velveteen Rabbit]

The night air was thick with chilling air and the musty smell of tree bark, as Adelisa rode down the abandoned road on Alastor. The horse breathed heavily, a white fog drifting from his nose as the night grew colder. The moon hung in the sky, a perfect white crescent shape. It beamed down milky rays, lighting the princess's dark path only slightly. Her heart leaped with desperation, pounding against her rip cage as if about to break free. The horse felt the woman's fearful mood, and his black ears folded against his head.


Greg... I hope you are alright... It's been days now. She thought, the wind beginning to blow violently. Adelisa could almost feel herself go deaf from how loud Alastor's hooves were thundering against the cobblestone road.


Kicking the horses sides gently, the princess urged the horse to run faster. He whinnied in protest, but obeyed her command, and pushed to the highest speed he could gallop. Every gripping minute, she felt herself growing farther and farther apart from reality.


Tears forming in the corner of her eyes, Adelisa's hands began to shake from the cold wind hammering against her pale skin. Before she knew it, the leather reigns slipped from her grasp.


It all happened so slowly...


She suddenly began to slip off the saddle, Alastor neighing in alarm as he felt his beloved owner's weight lift away. At the dangerous speed they were going, it was easy to imagine how quickly she bounced off. Alastor skidded to a halt up ahead, kicking and bucking as he heard the deafening crack of Adelisa's head smacking against the cobblestone ground.


The princess fell still, her eyes shut and body motionless. Blood poured out from the back of her head, causing a heavy overflow of the crimson liquid to spill up her throat, and drip down her mouth.


Everything grew quiet, except for the desperate and startled neighs from the midnight black horse. Everything else, was peaceful and still.