Realistic or Modern The Devil's Throne - IC (Open)

[Tjek]

"Alright lads you heard him! We're to provide perimeter coverage for the prime minister and his little one until they enter the walls. Once they get past our gate we turn over security duty to the boys who assigned to the interior of the palace. Unitl then everybody be on the lookout for more protestors", Patty informed his men and sure enough the outside guard detail returned to work.

Patty returned to his guard hut and looked quietly out to the garden that was just behind the wall. The garden was a magnificant sight to behold. The tall perfectly trimmed hedgerows, the oak trees that had been around long before the palace itself, the multiple species of butterflies that had their beautiful colors on display for the world to see, and the countless blanket of flora that produced the most delightful aroma imaginable. Sure Patty was a Sergeant in the guard and a veteran of the Queen's army, but at heart he was still a simple farm boy from Northern Ireland and the amazing look of the garden reminded him of the meadows back home.

"Sergeant. Excuse me sergeant?", Patty snapped out of his mental adventure back home and returned to the real world where one of his guards was blocking his view.

"Aye?", Patty looked at his guard patiently, examining both the man and his uniform to make sure everything was squared away. They were guards of the royal family, they have to look thier best at all times.

"You got a couple of visitors at the gate", The guard informed Patty. Patty's eyes lit up as he got up from his seat and walked out of the guard hut. Patty walked up to the front gate and couldn't contain his smile when he saw both Rosé, his girlfriend, and Amelie, his daughter.

"If it isn't the two prettiest girls in all of the kingdom!", Patty slung his rifle over his shoulder as he approached the two. Once he finally got to where they were, he picked up Amelie into his arms and placed a quick and gentle kiss onto Rosé's lips. Of course a couple of the other guards chuckled at this random outburst of affection from their normally rough and tough sergeant but Patty paid them no mind.

"Daddy butterfly!", Amelie's little voice rang out through the courtyard as she chased the butterflies with her soft brown eyes.

"Sergeant?", Rosé gave Patty a cheeky smile before the two kissed a second time which made Amelie let out a cute high pitched "ew".

"What are you two doing here?", Patty asked as he rubbed his hand gently across his daughter's back.

"We were just out and about buying food when somebody realized we were close to where daddy worked", Rosé answered softly while gesturing her head over to the palace. "Will you get in trouble for having us see you?".

"No. Amelie has visited here so many times I think she knows the castle layout better than some of the other guards do. You can come in too", Patty waved Rosé in and she entered the courtyard for the first time in her life.

 

[Cosmo]

Barley and Tobias continued their patrol and if someone looked at the oddly dressed duo, it would have been near impossible to tell that they had just been threatening one another a scant moments before. The pace and tone of their patrol remained with Tobias Lancaster regaling the world about his own abilities and mocking observation of the gentry. Their patrol was almost over which was a considerable relief to both men as Barley could only handle so much posturing in a day while Tobias was eager to end his shift and prepare for his party. Barley was not so lucky as if the heavens were just as kind he would be allowed to go home, but that was not his fate. Instead he was to be assigned to the Prime Minister Rorchester and his daughter the Lady Rorchester. He had seen both of them enough as his vocation demanded the occasional palace visit, tonight was going to be a night his daughter and nephews would want to hear about although Barley wished he didn't have to be here at all as it was going to be a long night, and he'd be stuck in the closet they called his quarters until they were done with their political machinations.

"I almost envy you, Barley," Tobias send with a grand sigh, "Truly, it seems as if the most luscious women in the world are arriving here and you even get to escort the Prime Minister and his daughter. That Emily of his is one beautiful woman with a fat dowry and an even fatter inheritance. With a woman like that, a man never need fear the debtors. A shame about her being a Whig and all, no doubt learned from the Minister, but nothing a good talking to can't fix, be made to see the right of it."

"Young Rosalie is a lucky woman," Barley replied dryly, perhaps this was why he had been picked to escort them, he'd never pose a risk to the unmarried wealthy woman. Less likely for something foolish to transpire as the last thing anyone needed was a political incident as when that happened it was the nobles who feigned insult and the commoners who bled.

"She is, and if I have anything to say about it, I won't be here much longer. That Rochester chit needs to get settled soon, I'd say. She is already into spinsterhood," Tobias said with a level of self-assurance that was almost inspiring, "If it wasn't for that title and coin, and no doubt her father, she'd surely be firmly on the shelf."

Tobias came to a stop near a window and gave, what Barley could only assume, was meant to be a meaningful look, "What if... she is a deviant?" he asked wickedly, "Would explain why she was still unwed, would it not? Father dearest too worried that if he gets her out from under his eyes she will indulge in ungodly acts and be thrown where the rest of those Whigs belong."

"You talk too much," Barley said as his eyes roamed the stone corridor, luckily for Tobias there were no servants scuttling about at the moment. Servants had the senses of a hawk and loose lips. While Barley had no issue with Tobias being thrown out for such talk, that was unlikely to happen. More likely some fool would challenge Tobias to a duel to defend the Lady Rochester's honor to earn points with her father, or perhaps, her and Barley did not want their death on his conscious as outside of the Head of Security, Barley knew of no man as good with a blade as the arrogant Lancaster.

"Only when I have something of value to say," Tobias said, his eyes narrowed again as he searched Barley's helm for sign of insult.

"You never have something of value to say," Barley replied as he spotted a flash of golden wheat from the corner of his eye. He stepped up to Tobias who straightened and laid his hand upon the pommel of his sword, the closure of space followed by the tense conversation putting the man on edge, but he wasn't the source of Barley's interest.

Out the window and far below, lay a part of the immense royal guards, and from here Barley found what had caught his eye in the waning sun, the eldest princess, Genevieve Ravenswood. His brow furrowed under his helm as he noted she barely accompanied and was in a riding habit. Barley was unaware of any permission being granted to allow the Princess to go riding and he doubted it would have been given considering what was to transpire soon, "Well, what do we have here?" Tobias voice came from his right, sounding a tone too close to a cat that found the cream.

"You know the stories, don't you, Sir Barley?" Tobias said as his eyes traced the small form below, "I would never repeat it, but it is telling that she is the only one with such fine hair."

Barley knew the rumors, he was a guard and listening to the gossip of servants who dodged the attention of the peerage was half his day, "You tread on dangerous grounds, Lancaster," Barley said as his eyes scanned once again for any unwanted guest. This was far more dangerous then Lady Rochester. Such words could be see as treason.

"Are you going to bring me in?" Tobias said, the tone in his voice held an edge of challenge, "Unlike Archie, you will find me tougher stock."

"No, I won't," Barley said, leaving the guard to decide what exactly Barley had disputed, that he wouldn't take him in or that he would not be of tougher stock, instead he let his eyes rest on the small image of the golden haired princess as she sang a melody to her roses.

"Little matter, the sun is almost down and our patrol is over," Tobias said, "And not a moment too soon, I need to change out of this horrid outfit to something more worthy of my station, have fun with the Rochester's, Barley, but not too much fun, old chap," with that, Tobias turned on his heel and strode down the hall, content to have the last word and Barley was willing to let him have it if it meant Lancaster would leave sooner.

Barley stayed at the window a few more minutes to watch princess before he too turned on his heel and strode away, he had enough time to eat but did not want to. Cold, hard bread and old cheese did not sound appetizing. Instead, he would wait at the inner gate for the Prime Minister and his daughter to arrive and so begin his long vigil.

Mentioned: Misty Gray deer RayPurchase

 

[Songbird500]

To say that things hadn’t gotten exactly to plan would be an understatement. What had started as an attempt to placate both princes and then be on her way, had suddenly turned into an escort to dinner. Clara had not failed, but not exactly achieved, her purpose in this endeavour and was frustrated with herself for letting herself be so easily swept along. In all honesty she’d had no authority or control in the words exchanged but rather had been stuck as the brunt of the joke. However, since the commencing conversation with Jeremiah was less than likely to be fruitful it would still give her some time to think over tonight’s proceedings. She had missed out on the feel of fresh air and sunlight on her face but thanks to the many windows in the palace she could still watch the light disappear as darkness chased it away.

It would be a lie to say that Clara hadn’t bristled when Jeremiah had called her his shackles, but it is something no women wants to hear from their future husband. It was no secret that Jeremiah was some what of a cad and enjoyed those specific freedoms given to him as third prince. He enjoyed a great a many things, even when it came to women. It was not his desire to be tied down and Clara suspected that their marriage had been an attempt by the King to try and temper his dalliances and various sins. Needless to say it was not the marriage alliance her father had wanted and if her letters from home were anything to go by he was still furious with the proposal. Even before Clara had left for England her father had made several remarks about finding her another match, even so far as to say she should try her hand at any of the other princes while at court. While such thoughts had crossed her mind upon each strained meeting with Jeremiah, Clara had hoped they could come to some kind of arrangement. She wasn’t asking for happiness and love but that they might at least be content in each other’s company.

As for Christopher's mood, Clara had been able to discern very little. He had seemed somewhat happy to be in his brother's company and was smiling very graciously at Clara herself, but there always seemed a deeper sadness. A sadness that was often expressed through indifference and anger. Clara mused the idea that perhaps there would be no confrontation between Christopher and Anelissa and that while Anelissa rebelled, Christopher wouldn't be the one to respond. That wasn't to say nothing of note would happen but moreover, Clara started to wonder if it might be the King himself that would come to blows with Anelissa tonight. There were many rumours circulating that he was more than angry with Anelissa's actions recently. Needless to say one couldn't expect a quiet family dinner with so many different personalities in the room.

Clara's smile remained plastered on her face as she and Jeremiah were placed together. While It could be a risky play she decided one last ditch attempt at a turn around the gardens was in order.
"While an escort to the dining hall would give me nothing but pleasure, I wouldn't want my future husband stifled with my company already. I can always meet both your Highnesses at dinner since I'm sure both of you are preoccupied with other matters and that spending time in my company suits neither of your dispositions. " While Clara's final words could seem rather self-deprecating, she had meant them not as a comment on her own self worth but rather in an attempt to challenge the character of each prince in the most subtle of ways. Even if she wasn't successful in escaping to the gardens she could perhaps keep some of her dignity after all.

Misty Gray Mqueserasera

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Queen Arielle Ravenswood

As the two of them walked side by side, she gently clasped her hands together in front of her. She couldn't remember the last time he had displayed any levels of affection in public, but to be quite honest, she hadn't needed it. His smaller displays at private times would suffice whatever need she had to be loved. Now that she had children, she could get whatever love she lacked from her husband in a much better capacity. When he let her know everything was fine, she let go of a breath she didn't know she was holding. For whatever reason, she had begun to suspect something was wrong her husband. Intuition, she decided, like the time she knew of one of the children's sickness before the physician did. She was worried, of course, but considering how things at court were currently going she couldn't show any of that emotion. "Well, I'm glad everything is okay. I agree, however, I'm absolutely starved. By mere accident, I think I may have missed breakfast and lunch. The day just went by so fast I didn't even notice." She stated, her hand patting her stomach. A small chuckled escaped her lips at the thought of how absentminded she had been. Skipping a few meals wouldn't hurt, she decided.

At the mention of their youngest daughter, she frowned. Whilst she agreed she was the impulsive one out of the bunch, she understood why she was feeling the way she was. "Well darling, her friend was just hung in front of dozens of people as if it were some play. I'd hope you feel just as emotional if I or any of your children were killed." She stated. Something that she had been happy about being able to do was speaking her mind around him, at least. Not fearing any repercussions or being afraid of him raising his voice. "My counsel to you is to let her grieve a little longer before making and taking any hasty actions. You or Christopher. It is definitely a delicate situation and must be handled as such." The chances of Robert listening to anything she had to say, she knew was slim to none. But, he still asked her so she would still give him her advice.

As they neared the dining room, Wesley was standing by the door. A tinge of a small played at her lips, as she nodded her head back to him. Wesley was an old friend of hers, having been around for as long as she could remember. If there was one other person besides Stephen she trusted with her life, it was Wesley. She had secretly named him the children's godfather in her testimonial will a while ago. There was an internal debate of whether or not she wanted to tell him while she were alive or wait until she died so he could be taken off guard. It was a twisted sense of humor, she knew that much, but it entertained her no less. "Helping the walls stand up, Wesley?"

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Robert( Misty Gray )

 

[RayPurchase]

Sir James Rorchester​

Sir James let out a bark of laughter, the dark thoughts and scenarios that had been dancing about his mind clearing, momentarily at least.

“Indeed there is always alcohol. As much as it benefits me to keep a cool and sober head, it is always at Sandringham that I find the greatest need to drink. Though I shudder at the thought of stumbling down the corridors soaked as a newt,"

As much as the image was a humorous one the consequences would be dire he imagined. He was very much an outsider there. The politician was London, the one who was supposed to have all of the answers and solutions, to take the King's commands and get results 2 days before he announced his intentions. It was no surprise that a number of his predecessors has fallen foul to the allure of drink, it was said that salvation and the answers to all of life’s questions could be found at the bottom of the bottle, you just had to look hard enough. Thankfully that was one lesson from his immediate predecessor that he had not taken to heart.

He once more adjusted himself on the carriage seat, stretching out his legs as much as he could. He couldn’t stand the damn things, cooped up little boxes, cold in the winter, sweltering in the summer, and they provided only the barest modicum of comfort. He would happily give his right leg for the King to move his entire court to London, just for an easier journey. Even if it meant having the whole sordid lot on his doorstep. Not that he would ever voice just thoughts, it didn’t take much these days to incur the wrath of the Royalty. Word had filtered down to London of another string of executions, and public rumblings were on the rise. Words whispered once only in darkened corners of rooms were beginning to spill out into the streets, and to suppress such things was near impossible. Obviously it would be easier to present a light at the end of the tunnel, to utilise one such as the Crown Prince as a stabilising influence, or even one of the other Royals. But no. There was no such hope it seemed, the Crown Prince was as bad, if not worse than his father from what he had heard, and the other Royal children whilst generally good natured, were far down the pecking order.

“Mind you this dinner could be useful. Sandringham is truly in its own bubble, London is the same, but not to the same extent. Sometimes I feel that the King and his family never really appreciate the severity of what is happening outside of its walls. Or how their actions ripple far beyond it. The Crown Prince above all else, word in the city is that he’s resembles a cross between Caligula and Nero, but not so much fiddling as Rome burns as opposed to organising hangings left right and center, but perhaps that’s his father’s influence coming through. What’s your measure of the man behind the title? As bad as everyone says he is, or do I have something to work with, perhaps mold more to a more sensible and refined way of thinking?”

(Interaction: Misty Gray Emily Rorchester)

 

[Misty Gray]

Emily Rorchester​

Emily didn't need to think for long on her father's suggestion that the royal family knew little outside of their own bubble. "I imagine some of the more gentle and thoughtful members of the King's family consider what happens outside of Sandringham. A young woman as kind-hearted as Genevieve, for example, would surely feel some concern for the plight of those less fortunate," Emily suggested to her father.

Sir James then went on to compare the Crown Prince to the cruellest Roman Emperors, causing Emily to raise a curious eyebrow as she pondered the resemblance. "Well... He is his father's son," she pointed out. It was only in her father's presence that she could speak freely of her feelings towards the King. Her opinions were neither wanted nor permitted once inside of the palace walls. James then requested her thoughts of Prince Christopher, to which she sat up straight and considered the things she'd observed during her time around the royal family.

"I see the same man who most within those walls see. Christopher shows himself to be a dangerous, cold and controlling man; one who would not hesitate to assert his power over anyone who crosses him. I know I for one would never wish to get on his bad side. Should he continue on this path, then he will prove to be quite the ruthless leader who would rather his kingdom fear him than respect him." Emily delicately covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a small cough to clear her throat. "I have spent some time alone in the Prince's company after being summoned to assist him on occasion with some musical compositions of his. He is quite the pianist, I was at one time surprised to learn. And, as it happens, being just a simple lady in the palace grounds means it's easy for my presence to be overlooked. As such, I also believe Christopher has quite the fondness for the gardens, even to the point where I would swear on my own life I once observed him share a joke with Willard, the head gardener. This is between you and I, of course," she knowingly told her father. "If you're the right person and looking in the right circumstances, there really is something quite profound about the dark Crown Prince, but I suspect it is something he would keep locked away." Emily straightened out her jacket and shuffled up straight in the uncomfortable carriage seat. "As long as the King is in his ear, I suspect you'll have no such luck at molding him into anything but the man he's becoming. I'm not sure what it is, but there's a deeply troubled soul beneath his cold eyes. Christopher is a year younger than me, but he seems to carry a lifetime of burden."

RayPurchase (Prime Minister)

 

[Violetti]

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Luca | Interacting: Anelissa MinTea Merliva Peckinou | Mentioned: Christopher Misty Gray | Location: Castle halls
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Anelissa's confession only added fuel to the fire of anxiety burning within Luca's heart. She was a brave young woman, that was for certain. Yet, buried within that anxiety was excitement. This was the perfect opportunity to put Christopher on the spot. There had to be a shred of humanity left in that muscular and daunting body of his. Sure, this would be a gamble. But, a gamble Christopher was willing to take. How many years had it been since that day on the riverbed? Luca had long tucked his hope away in a locked box in the back of his mind. That Christopher was gone, he had told himself. In fact, he reminded himself each day, hour, minute, and second. However, gazing down at Anelissa's determined face, Luca wanted to give in to hope. Just this once. If Christopher showed he really was just a soulless brute tonight, then we would give up entirely. Or so, that was the plan.

"To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily, to not dare, is to lose oneself. Soren Kierkegaard." Luca grinned down at his sister. "It's more than apparent that this is an important matter to you. If you remained silent, I see you would be filled with nothing but regret. If she brought my sister that much joy, who am I to protest?" He felt an uneasy presence approaching, and his insides shivered. "Merliva." Luca would greet her courteously. She always carried such an intimidating aura with her. He loved it. What she wouldn't love, was his willingness to support Anelissa.

"Of course I did. Although, I can scarcely be unrelenting with my own apprentice and youngest sister." He was referring to her art skills. Swiveling on his heel and gesturing in the air, Luca met Merliva with even eyes. "Elizabeth Kenny once said that it's better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life. We can't coddle her forever. If Christopher doesn't have a soft spot for his youngest sister, then he really has lost his mind. I believe he has a reason for the abrupt hanging. This could be the only way to draw his feelings out." Tilting his head to the side, he added, "However, your elder sister has a point. A brighter set of clothing might serve as an icebreaker. You shouldn't rush at him. He'll see you as a victim in this situation, the royal court already does. Use that to your advantage to get the answers you desire. We all know an angry Christopher rarely reveals anything at all. And, isn't that what you wish for most?"

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[deer]

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hispers of gentle encouragement for the blooming floras escaped from her rosy lips as the eldest princess continued to water the budding roses in the decorative pot. Her thoughts wandered as she eagerly took in the rare moment of serenity and peacefulness before the disarray that may undoubtedly occur during dinner. Although Genevieve remains a woman of a few words, her fundamental beliefs and unique perspectives are always broadening. Whenever she can take part in political or social discussion regarding England and the countries typically surrounding it, she finds herself secretly satisfied. However, Genevieve does not actively engage and intentionally withholds her comments to herself unless promptly asked. Regardless, Genevieve is obliged for the opportunity to sit-in the conferences whenever summoned.

She fondly dreams of the day when can express her active mind and assist her brothers in their affairs. Regrettably, Genevieve is a measly, idle princess in a spacious palace that holds more coldness than warmth. She is not ungrateful for the abundant blessings she's received as a princess, however, there are moments where she wishes to become more independent. Albeit it is a scandalous thought. Hidden behind affable smiles and courtesy, Genevieve believes she is a woman of both ignorance and intelligence. She wishes to learn more of the relations between the commoners and the royals but where and who can she confide in such matters? Father would only disagree, persuading her to not think of frivolity.

As the final drop of water poured out of the watering can, Genevieve sighed quietly to herself before placing the equipment on the side of the pot. Taking a step back to admire the flowers, the water droplet on the petals sparkled underneath the sun's rays. A gentle smile crossed Genevieve's lips as she nodded contently.

"Shall we head inside now? I do not want to be late and cause everyone to wait. It would be very impolite, and I do not want to be the subject of Father or Brother's ire. However, I am troubled," Genevieve slightly frowned, an expression that looked quite unbefitting of the eldest princess on her delicate features, "What will become of Christopher and Anelissa? Do I intervene if the subject of Margaret is brought up? Will my brother and sisters interject as well? I fear-avoidance is not a suitable solution and dinner — a facade of a picturesque family — may come to an end sooner than later." Genevieve admitted, her brows knitting together in worry.

"My heart - " She started up once more only for her words to cut off by Abigail's sudden loud gasp. Blinking back a surprise, Genevieve slightly tilted her head to the side in bewilderment, "Is something the matter?"

Initially, Genevieve felt a chord struck her nerve at observing Abigail's reaction almost as if Abigail was criticizing her. Genevieve stepped forward only for the sound of the shaking bushes behind her commanded her attention. With her heart hammering against her chest, Genevieve stared at the bushes in anticipation while Abigail stood in front of her.

"Stay behind me, Princess." She cautioned her.

Seconds passed and both women anticipated an intruder to come out of the bushes. It was in this moment that Genevieve wondered if she should have paraded around the palace unguarded. She hated the idea of being followed when eyes and ears around the palace were already so frequent. Nevertheless, Genevieve's instinct slowly kicked in, looking around for any sharp tools. However, only seeing the watering can, Genevieve furrowed her brows. It would have to do.

Her hearted hammered against her chest and the sound of the bushes grew louder as the unknown force came closer to both Abigail and Genevieve. Soon, as if Abigail was about to faint, the handmaiden cried out just as the intruder made its appearance. However, the two women were in for a surprise.

They were greeted by a wagging tail and tongue.

Before Genevieve could gather her thoughts and stop what proceeded next, within an instant, Genevieve gasped loudly, quickly walking towards the small puppy that managed to trail her home. A light squeal escaped from her lips."Abigail! Look! It is a small little pup. Do you believe the little one managed to get lost?" She inquired only to bend her knee, careful to not scare the curious puppy. Although it was improper for Genevieve to kneel or squat in the grass, she did not want to overwhelm the small animal.

"Princess! You will get dirt on your dress and we do not know if that stray will bite or not. Be careful!" Abigail exclaimed loudly, huffing as she made her way towards the eldest princess to guide her away from the animal. However, Genevieve did not get up and made no indication she was going to properly stand up any time soon.

"Oh, Abigail. I do understand that any animal that has teeth can bite. However, until he grows up, he will be in our care and if, " Genevieve glanced towards Abigail, "we can keep him a secret for now. After a long day, I do not believe it is best to bring up that the little one was able to surpass the guards at the gate." She mused, picturing an image of the guards running after a dog. It was entertaining.

Moments later without a hassle, the young pup was currently held in Princess Genevieve's arms all snuggled up and comfortable. Abigail, on the other hand, was pressed and couldn't stop nagging the eldest princess. It was foolish of her to take in a stray, however, Genevieve couldn't help but want to take the little one. "Abigail, please. Look at his eyes! How can you say no and turn him away? If I can not keep him then perhaps. . . .?" She drawled out, eyeing her handmaiden mischievously.

However, Abigail would not have it, refusing to look at the animal in the princess' arm, shaking her head. She didn't want any trouble and seeing that not only did the eldest princess go for a ride without any warning but now she decidedly took in a stray. Frowning, Abigail shook her head. Everyone was going mad and it was out of character for the eldest princess, the dutiful and filial one to act out. "Princess -"

But, before Abigail could cautious Her Highness, Genevieve was too enthralled in the animal that she didn't look where she moved. Within an instant, the eldest princess' arm and head managed to bump into something firm and rigid. With a loud thump and slight clank, the young pup in Genevieve's arm whined softly before letting out a small howl. Genevieve, on the other hand, gasped quietly, feeling herself take a few steps back due to the force of the collision. Slightly dizzy as her ears rang, it took Genevieve a few moments to compose herself while Abigail quickly took her arm, holding Genevieve up from falling.

After a few deep breaths, Genevieve's gaze drew towards the statue or rather person she managed to knock into. Blinking back her surprise, Genevieve was shocked and rendered speechless at the silhouette in front of her. It was always a first for everything and the guard in front of her was completely covered in plates and steel. With a small gasp, Genevieve made her way towards the guard, looking him over. "I deeply apologise, Sir." She started, her eyes trying to see the expression she wore but could not see due to the helm that covered his head.

Genevieve bit back a small frown and couldn't help but stare at the guard in wonder. He was unique compared to the other palace guards. If she recalled correctly, there were rumours of one guard in the palace that held to their oath who didn't care for riches or rewards. Was he the guard? Genevieve could only recall one name from the rumours and she couldn't help but feel curious about the male before her. Did he hate the rumours just as she did too? It was wrong of her to assume a sort of companionship with this unknown guard, but Genevieve desired to know.

With a small head tilt, Genevieve gathered her thoughts, "Sir. . . Sir Barley? Is it?" She called out, trying to recall if it was his name. "Are you faring well? Did I disturb your patrol?" Genevieve inquired before the puppy in her arms started to wag his tail frantically, leaping up in excitement.

Holding the puppy in her arms as he panted happily unaware of the situation, Genevieve looked down at the animal before turning her attention back at the palace guard. "Oh, Sir Barley!" Genevieve spoke gently and a little louder. "Will you. . . keep this between us? At least for tonight? I do not want to give more reason for the King or Christopher to be angry." She disclosed, trying to read his expression. But, as much as she tried to see his reaction, she couldn't which only caused her slight frustration. Genevieve couldn't ask the male to remove his helm. It would be impolite, but, her eyes continued to try to search for his despite his foreboding stature and the intensity his silhouette emitted. "Sir Barley?"

Abigail, on the other hand, felt as if she was stuck in a crossfire with one unassuming and gentle princess that didn't know any better and the other that was misunderstood. Concerned, Abigail stayed close to the both of them. She knew the princess didn't mean any harm, however, would Sir Sigismund understand? She wanted to tell the princess that Sir Barley was indeed not his name.

location: rose garden - palace halls | with: "sir barley" [ Cosmo ] | mentions: christopher and the king [ Misty Gray ]​

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

Adeline's stay in Britain had been more eventful than she would have wanted, the environment around the palace was completely different from her home, she felt like she needed to overthink everything she said to make sure everything that came out of her mouth was accepted or proper, the royal family were full of personalities that it was almost impossible to guess what they were on their mind.

And that made Adeline feel more overwhelmed, that she was she wanted to cause a good impression in the family and at the same time win the heart of Luca who seemed like the type of person who preferred being focused on the things he was interested while she wanted to discover everything about the world and she hoped that eventually, she would be part of Luca's world and see the person who was behind the title that everyone knew him for, that thought made her heart ache Adeline was sure she wasn't in love with Luca or at least she wasn't yet in love, but just thinking that she would have to use him so the plan of her parents would work, she was against the idea, but she couldn't give her back to her people back in Sweden who were hurting.

And that made Adeline feel more overwhelmed, that she was she wanted to cause a good impression in the family and at the same time win the heart of Luca who seemed like the type of person who preferred being focused on the things he was interested while she wanted to discover everything about the world and she hoped that eventually, she would be part of Luca's world and see the person who was behind the title that everyone knew him for, that thought made her heart ache Adeline was sure she wasn't in love with Luca or at least she wasn't yet in love, but just thinking that she would have to use him so the plan of her parents would work, she was against the idea, but she couldn't give her back to her people back in Sweden who were hurting. She wondered if someone had an idea of what was really going through in Adeline's head.

After what happened to the maid Adeline's head was full of those thoughts, she was scared that she would end up just like her if she did something wrong, she knew she needed to distract herself and it was when she decided to go to the garden, seeing all the colorful flowers and play with them to create something made her really happy, she would rather prefer to spend all her day there than having to live up to the expectations of being a princess.

She was immersed in her own little world when she heard the voice of princess Genevieve, when she saw her Adeline was mesmerized, in her eyes princess Genevieve was the perfect representation of a proper princess, she thought that princess Genevieve was what her parents want in the heir of Sweden instead of Adeline, that thought made her sad, but she knew it wasn't anyone's fault but hers for not being perfect.

She heard a small commotion near the princess and her curiosity got the best of her, she walked towards where the princess just to found her with a puppy in hands, the pupper was one of the most adorable things Adeline saw in her life, forgetting all the etiquette classes she took while growing up or the way she was supposed to talk to the princess she went to pet the small puppy with a big smile on her face.

"This puppy is adorable. Is it yours, princess Genevieve? I love small animals they are so cheerful and lovable they always bring joy to the world" Adeline said to the princess, that's when she remembered she made a bracelet out of flowers she took it and put it on the puppy's head "Now you look even cuter than you already are" she said to the puppy.

Her excitement made her not realize that a guard was there, she felt embarrassed that she acted like that in front of the guard of the princess, was him talking to the princess about something important, was she interrupting something she shouldn't know about, she felt her cheeks blush from embarrassment "I'm really sorry it wasn't my intention to interrupt your conversation, that was out of place I'm really sorry"

Interactions: Princess Genevieve ( deer ) Sigismund Clodomir ( Cosmo )
Mentions: Luca Ravenswood ( Violetti )

 

[RayPurchase]

Sir James Rorchester​

Sir James hurriedly fumbled a rather battered notebook from his jacket pocket. Noting down a few key points from what his daughter was saying. Not just his ultimate confidant but also his fly on the wall in the palace. As much as he feared for her safety, he considered her presence to be of the utmost importance to the prosperity of the nation. Besides he had brought her up well and she had blossomed into a truly intelligent young woman, terrifyingly so at times, and he had the utmost confidence in her ability to look after herself, even if his less logical and more paternal side could not help but worry about her. Her reports and insider outlook were integral of getting ahead of court gossip and potential scandals, his notebook was full of such things. As a result it never left his person, and besides the spider like shorthand that he wrote in was near indecipherable, his book of secrets and potential favours to be called upon. If it was found and deciphered it could be not only embarrassing but also potentially career ending, if not worse.

To be honest he was somewhat surprised by some of the information. Everyone had heard of the Prince’s dark moods and similarly dark actions, as such hobbies such as music and gardening did seem somewhat out of sorts. But then again torturing servants and setting dogs on villagers had gone out of fashion a couple of centuries ago now.

“So you’re saying there is at least a glimmer of hope? At least that gives us something to latch onto I suppose, I would have preferred a more glowing endorsement of him and confirmation that a lot of the gossip was nothing more but idle words. But I suppose that we just have to accept the hand that we’re dealt,”

He glanced out of the window.

“Hopefully it won’t be much longer, this ride is causing my back all sorts of havoc. Someone should really do something about these blasted roads…” He let out a loud scoff. “And before you go mentioning it I appreciate the irony of me calling for someone to solve this particuarly national problem."

(Interaction: Misty Gray Emily Rorchester)

 

[MinTea]

Anelissa Ravenswood

Location: Palace corridor
Interacting: Luca Ravenswood Violetti
Merliva Ravenswood Peckinou
Mentioned: Christopher Ravenswood Misty Gray


Anelissa listened to her brothers words intently, stepping over each one with thought and care. He was such a trivial man, always mentioning quotes or poets whenever he could; his smarts really defined his character in the girls eyes. Although she had been wary of how Luca might respond to her, by using forward manner, Anelissa was overjoyed to find that he wouldn't prevent her from doing this act. He had always been very kind and honest with her, that's why Luca was the princesses favourite brother.

"He sounds like an interesting man, one full of ideas and knowledge. This man reminds me of someone I know," Anelissa beamed at her brother, showing appreciation towards him, "And I do thank you for not stopping me...I do feel like I need to do this." The girl looked down at the floor, pondering about the recent events and how she had to remain strong. She would not let the maids name disappear into time. The maid would remain unforgotten and an icon in history if Anelissa had a say in it.

Through a quick change, instead of being cool and calm, the atmosphere suddenly felt cold and callous. She was here...Merliva. It wasn't like she disliked her sister, it's just that she came across as someone who you couldn't exactly trust. Whether it be with a big secret, or small, Merliva felt like someone who would use your secrets for her own cunning ways. Furthermore, she always disapproved of the third princesses ideas; her sister had always seemed insensitive and spiteful towards her views.

Looking at Anelissa, the girl curtsied, being polite and respectful of her older sister. Although she had shown composure, she knew what was coming next from her sister and it boiled her blood. The onslaught of disapproval. It appeared like it would be aimed at Luca first; questioning whether he had changed the Anelissa's mind and if she was going to bring up the maid later. Anelissa saw how her brother maneuvered his way through the conversation, saying how he wouldn't stop the girl from following her heart, but agreeing with Merliva at a certain point in the hopes of not infuriating her.

"I don't want to anger the man, but he must know my intention," Anelissa clenched her jaw whilst holding back her irritation towards Merliva, "And if he attacks someone whilst they're mourning, then that is him a fool. You may see me wearing this dress, but you are non the wiser on the situation than those who are in it, Merliva..."

 

[Misty Gray]

Christopher Ravenswood​

When Clara suggested he and Jeremiah made their way to the dining room without her, the Crown Prince quickly shook his head. "No, you and my brother will make your way to dinner together. I have another matter to attend to before I take my place at the table." Christopher considered his next words and how not to make it sound like he was at all concerned about Jeremiah. "Besides which, the King would be most displeased if he knew Jeremiah had left you to make your way to the dining hall by yourself, Clara," he told her. "I would prefer to enjoy my dinner in peace without listening to his lectures on how to be a gentleman," he said, sending Jeremiah an insistent stare.

Without further delay, Christopher turned in the opposite direction of the dining hall and made his way along the palace corridor, his eyes searching not only the hallways but glancing out of the windows until he set his sight on the person he was seeking.

Christopher's brisk walk soon took him out into the courtyard until he caught up with his own fiancee. Elvira was walking with her personal guard who had joined her from Spain, as the Prince had noticed was often the case. The darkly dressed Prince stopped ahead of the pair and sent Tomas an acknowledging nod. He then brought his attention to his betrothed, taking a brief moment to observe the woman's attire to confirm it would be deemed appropriate wear for dinner. Elvira dressed well and she was clearly beautiful, but Christopher seemed to brush those thoughts aside, being fully aware the marriage was a political arrangement and one she'd not entered into it out of choice.

"Elvira," he began, folding his arms at his chest. "Dinner is almost upon on and it is advised that we attend the meal together. The palace can be quite the labyrinth, so I would hate for you to miss out on arriving on time to eat." Whilst his words were true, he had previously opted to let his fiancee find her own way to the dining room. However, that hadn't gone down at all well with his father and so he wished to avoid a further altercation with the miserable old bastard. "Let us make our way there now so as to avoid being late." His eyes fixed on Tomas for a time, studying the guard's features to see if he could gauge what the man was thinking. Though he hadn't directly addressed the Spanish man, Christopher expected he might continue to remain close to Elvira as they made their way to the dining room.

FireMaiden (Elvira) NUSKI (Tomas)
Mention: Mqueserasera (Jeremiah) Songbird500 (Clara)

 

[Cosmo]

The walk down the corridor was mercifully empty save for a few scuttling servants that did their best to blend in with the wall and curtains, a lifetime of practice giving them a certain flare for the camouflage. It was them that gave the idea that the 'walls had ears' merit. It was amazing how often they would be ignored as gossip and secrets were spoken in their presence as if the gentry thought they had no more intelligence then very floors they scrubbed. Sigismund knew it was no better for guards, in fact, if he stood still enough in a hallway, it wasn't uncommon for some to mistake him for decoration, a suit of antique armor put up by a housekeeper with questionable decoration taste, and even those without the more traditional outfit he wore could be ignored as they stood by doors or patrolled the hallway. The gentry created their own little world, a world only they existed in while others were nothing more then pets, pest or the occasional nuisance. His grip on the hilt of his blade tightened as the irritation swept through his body, his distaste for their kind would likely remain until his dying breath and his close association with them over the last few years had only fed the flames of his discontent. There was a ray of light in the evening, after he dropped of the duo to their chambers, he would have to stand guard at what the royalty called a 'family' dinner then, if God was good, he could go home. Of course, the chance that he wouldn't be given an extension and forced to sleep in the broom closet was slim, but even the slimmest ray of hope was enough for a man to survive on.

For a moment, just a moment, Sigismund let his attention slip and as he rounded the corner to the main gate of the palace, something collided into him. The clank and dull thud announced when the person bumped into his breastplate, an inhuman whine and howl was met with the hair raising sound of a metal blade sliding an inch out of the scabbard until a flash of golden hair and a single word pierced through the reflex, Princess. Sigismund pushed the kriegsmesser back into its home and straightened as the princess recovered. His eyes jumped to the people in the gateway, to the two guards who snickered at him over the blond's head, the elderly handmaiden of the Princess, Abigail, his mind put name to face to the warm body that had met cold steel, the wide eyed Princess Genevieve before, finally, the creature in her arms. Sigismund was born in the city, as the son of a baker, dogs were creatures of the gentry or tenant farmers. He eyed the small creature that peaked up at him, the hair on its back raised as if ready to nip at his heels for daring to bump into his mistress. The thing wasn't the Princess's, which left the question of how in the world she had found it. Had it crept into the gardens? Were the wall guards so lack they couldn't keep a mutt from the yards?

Sigismund returned his attention to the eldest princess as she tried to regain her senses, she wasn't as good at hiding it and once more the humble born man was thankful for the helm. It made it easier to separate himself from the world, from them. The armor hid how rigid he was standing as his mind whirled and tried to figure out what exactly was he supposed to do, running headlong into the eldest princess wasn't exactly common procedure, he was saved from having to respond first as the princesses ingrained manners made themselves known as she apologized for running into him. Not trusting the situation, Sigismund merely bowed his head forward slightly although her next words had him back to being as rigid as he was before. Barley. He had not expected that. The eldest always struck him as one of the few that were worth their salt, but perhaps she simply did not know his name? He was merely a guard.. But she kept saying it. Barley. Barley. Barley. Even her question of 'how he was faring' was nothing more then a filler for empty space as she dove right into her next series of questions, more concerned with the creature in her arms then she was with anything else, all whilst driving home the difference in their positions.

He was... unsure. Sigismund prided himself on his ability to read people, but he had been wrong about Genevieve. She had a hidden streak of cruelty to her, did she imagine he was squirming in his armor every time she drove home his nickname? Did she enjoy reminding him of how lesser he was as she all but told him to ignore what he was seeing? Well, the rumors were wrong then, Genevieve was clearly her father's daughter, Sigismund opened his mouth to say... he wasn't even sure what he was about to say but it was all rendered moot as another blond came into the gateway and took up conversation with Genevieve.

The new blond was a princess of Sweden, Adeline Wahlström, she walked right up to Genevieve and began talking about the creature and her, Sigismund may as well not even have been there. Forgotten and ignored, as was the way it went. The world the nobs built around themselves, he was nothing more then an annoying pebble that had, for the moment, gotten into their slipper. His eyes jumped between them, before once more going to the two guards by the door who still snickered at him, no doubt enjoying seeing 'Sir Barley' put so soundly in his place by the 'meek' princess. Finally, the Swedish princess noticed the pebble in her shoe, the presence, the unimportant statue that had stood next to the princess. The song and dance of the nobility was normal to see, the feigned apology, false blush.. He would not fall for it so quickly again. He had assumed Genevieve was kinder then that and he had been wrong. He would not be deceived again.

"No," Sigismund said, the word coming out harsher then he intended, the helm amplifying the powerful of the tiny word, "You were not," he finished as he moved to the side to stand along the wall as he physically removed himself from their conversation, he had two more 'members of the honored gentry' to wait for, after all.

Mentioned: RayPurchase Misty Gray
Interacting: deer Stardust Galaxy

 

[FireMaiden]

Location: Wondering the Castle - Small Courtyard
Interaction: Misty Gray (Christopher)
Mentioned: NUSKI (Tomas)
Slowly, her form glided across the small path, eyes taking in the collection of the flowers and other plants. Elvira was nothing short of impressed, her family's estate in Spain having only a limited few plants given it's proximity to the docks of Magala. They had space, but they had better uses for it than a garden, and so she always had to enjoy the gardens other people grew. But here, she could escape whenever she wanted to. Delicately, her fingers met a red rose, almost pink in color, her attention not moving as she heard the door open. As Christopher spoke, she glanced at him from over her shoulder, nodding after a moment, her hand came back to her side as she turned to face him. A small smile was painted on her face, she was actually quite happy he was talking to her.

"Thank you, Christopher," Elvira replied brightly, appreciating his maybe brief change of tone. She hadn't seen much of Christopher that day, with the executions and everything else he had to do that day, Elvira had begun to wonder if they would even have time to have any amount of private conversation before dinner. As the woman stepped closer to her finance, coming to a stop a little more than arm's length from him, she met his eyes. The last dinner she attended was rather awkward, Elvira silent for the most part as the royal's disagreed; King Robert, scolding Christopher for not escorting her to dinner. And, of course, the woman was aware that King Robert's words may be the only reason Christopher was standing here right now, Elvira was still pleased.

She glanced briefly to Tomas, knowing he may be a bit uneasy, her attention quickly returned to the eldest prince. "Are you ready? As you said, this place is a labyrinth, and I have yet to learn all the twists and turns," She let out a light chuckle, "I fear I would lose my way to the dining hall again your help." Elvira wasn't scared of him, though she didn't know if that was an obvious fact or not, wasn't something she was sure about. She couldn't quite read him completely yet, Christopher seemingly being the master of the stone-cold face, Elvira would get through it at some point.

 

[Misty Gray]

Wesley Lancaster & King Robert Ravenswood
​

The King had listened to Arielle's words about their youngest daughter, though it would be questionable as to how much of it he'd truly listened to. "Her friend?" he mumbled, subtly shaking his head at how preposterous it all sounded. "Yes, of course I'd be devastated and thrown into grief should any of our children be killed. They are our family, after all," he pointed out. The apparently unholy maid was not someone he felt need to grieve for, especially given her lack of respect and morals... her rejection of God. "I will take your advice and permit Anelissa to grieve a little longer. I suspect she won't grow out of it soon, so I just hope she keeps the histrionics to a minimum," he flippantly informed his wife. "As for Christopher. I would hope he has learned how to conduct himself appropriately by now."

Wesley caught the slightest of smiles on the Queen's lips and had to muster up a lot of strength to avoid returning a more significant smile in response. It wasn't until she made her quip about him holding up the walls that he felt permitted to let out a small chuckle, allowing the grin to remain on his lips for a time. "It's a mutual understanding. The walls have helped me stand on on many occasions when I've been defeated by alcohol."

"Might I suggest you eat a hearty meal before enjoying your drinks?" Robert suggested, motioning his hand to one of the spare seats towards the far end of the table. It wasn't the first time he'd offered for the Head of Security to dine with the family and it likely wouldn't be the last. The King had ceased taking offence on the occasions when Wesley refused, having determined he appreciated the man's professionalism as much as he'd appreciate his acceptance of the offer.

"That is a generous offer, Sir... Robert," he began, always forgetting the King had permitted him to be less formal in non-public situations. "Of course, I must decline on this occasion. I fear the walls outside of this room require my support," he said, sharing a smirk between the King and Queen. Wesley's eyes soon lowered, apparently focusing back onto the floral arrangement in the centre of the table that he'd been admiring earlier.

Robert took his seat at the head of the long, rectangular table, where Arielle would sit to his right. The man had noticed Wesley's attention was on the flowers, but it was clear the King was indifferent to the attractive floral arrangement, despite it being the handiwork of his own wife, the Queen. Not wishing to consider the flowers for very long, Robert looked back to Wesley. "You will... You will dine with us during the upcoming ball," he told the man. The tone in the King's voice made it clear it had been a command rather than an offer.

"Then I shall look forward to that hearty meal," Wesley replied, bowing his head to Robert. Noticing the King's attention had for a time fallen to observing the view out of the window, Wesley looked to Arielle. He sent her a warm smile; one that would come across as laced with reassurance and appreciation. It hadn't escaped his attention how the King had practically turned his nose up at the way she'd decorated the table and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd observed Robert's lack of regard to his own wife. Before allowing his thoughts to linger on his observations, Wesley excused himself from the centre of the room and took his position by the door. With dinner fast approaching, he was hoping the royal children would arrive on time and he wouldn't have to witness any hostility around the table.

Melanin-Gxdess (Arielle)

 

[Mqueserasera]

Jeremiah Ravenswood
the third prince
mentioned:
Interaction(s): Christopher Ravenswood Misty Gray ; Clara Ashwood Songbird500​

In perfect silence, Jeremiah stood withstanding his brother’s threats. To protect the remainder of his pride, the third prince remained cool, leaving the escorting suggestion unprotested. His left eye twitched a trifle.

“Of course,” said Jeremiah, disgusted eyes fixed on the ill coloured wallpaper “who am I to question our splendid father and, through you, his splendid idea of chivalry? One can only imagine the amount of affection I would receive from sweet young girls If only I have but half of your likeness to the king.”

“A frightening amount indeed,” he added with a twisted smile.

After Christopher had left, Jeremiah turned away with his shoulders dropped, wasn’t quite aware of his fiancee’s presence, for she was less important than the subject of his pondering. His fingers scratched the end of his beautiful chin as he seemingly gazed into nothingness.

“I shall not tolerate this!”

He erupted. His voice echoed through the hall.

“This means war! War! This depressing wallpaper and I have entered a war between men, nay, between man and ugliness! I shall not stop,” his determined finger pointed at the hall wall, he had taken Christopher's comment on how the colour black agrees with the atmosphere in those walls literally, “until all of this ugliness is stripped away, until the day it would agree no more to gloomy souls. Black, hah, out of everything, they choose blackness - the colour of the starless sky, shapeless shadows, soulless eyes. Nothing, black alone represents absolutely nothing! I am sick beyond saving of this non-existence. May the Lord cast light at last on this palace of emptiness, be it of joyful rainbows or cleansing flames I care not!”

With his anger half-vented, gracefully, Jeremiah dropped his hand into the guiding position as he turned a half-circle, facing Clara: “with that said, let us make haste to where I could voice my concerns. I cannot afford to be dragged down by excess luggage, so be light on your feet. Now we go.”

He was fully determined to let his dissatisfaction known to everyone after failing to convince Christopher of the terribleness in Anelissa's fashion mindset. After all, his genius concluded, all troubles in the world could be traced back to how people are raised and affected by the environment they live in. Transforming it is the way to go, and the wallpaper itself would be a tremendous first step. And so he imagined the way he was going to nobly inform the family during dinner about this proposal. This entertained his irritated mind, which, inevitably, wander into quite different matters. There might be guests, he thought, the usual flock of aristocrats never fails to slip into such events, and among them, ever competing for attention, the young lasses. Though he did not know how much if any of them would be there, could he risk appearing with a heap of shackles? May as well smear mud on his charming face. With those thoughts in mind, Jeremiah steadily quickened his steps all the way to the dining room, cared not if Clara, in her dress, could keep up with his pace or not.

 

[deer]

G

azing pensively at Sir Barley's helm made something stir in the pit of her stomach.

A soft, "Sir?", almost escaped her lips when he had not responded to her but she bit down on her tongue from speaking anymore.

Uncomfortable and apprehensive, Genevieve didn't enjoy the feeling that emitted through the plated steel and armoured guard. She wondered if a knight would have been the proper title for the man before her. Perhaps she could ask Luca if there were a better name for someone as just yet indifferent. However, the silence was deafening and being unable to see the man behind the mask or expressions on his face was unnerving.

The eldest princess preferred being able to observe the face of the person she was speaking to, wanting to commit the face and name to memory. She sought her best to treat those around her with respect regardless of class or status. The eldest princess entertained no thoughts to "command" or "order" anything from the guard. She has been until now taking up his precious time.

Thoughts continued to nag her and it deeply unsettled her. Was he irritated or did he not know what to say? Had he been harmed? With all of the layered plates that shielded "Sir Barley" from enemies, Genevieve wondered if that was the same reason he never took off his helm nor acknowledged her greeting. Did he see her as an enemy? However, as the question appeared in her mind, Genevieve couldn't help but mentally shake the thought away. It was a foolish assumption and made no sense to her to conceive such an idea. Sir Barley would have come to the palace of his free will, would he not? Assumptions would be the death of her and she did not want to entertain those ideas.

Although she should have been offended and appalled at the manners she received from the cold guard, she was not. Instead, Genevieve did not take it to heart and had no desire to care about the frivolities. However, because of such beliefs, it may be her undoing. Despite concern briefly crossing her features before it left, one last thought plagued her mind. If they were around other nobles or even her father, Genevieve pondered how the guard would react. Would he equally treat the King stoically or was it just her? Did he likewise believe she was not -

"This puppy is adorable. Is it yours, Princess Genevieve? I love small animals. They are so cheerful and lovable. They always bring joy to the world." Princess Adeline's excited voice called out as she came towards Genevieve unexpectedly. The young princess continued and took a bracelet made out of flowers and placed it on the puppy's head, whispering to the little one. "Now you look even cuter than you already are."

An excited bark escaped the puppy's lip as he wagged his tail excitedly before letting out small yaps, licking Adeline's hand while Abigail had let out a "tut-tut" in disapproval.

Blinking back her surprise, Genevieve was taken out of her thoughts as a blur of blonde hair came in her view before observing the interaction between both the small puppy and the young princess. A soft smile crossed her features as she quietly shook her head. "He, unfortunately, is not mine. However, I would like to adopt him. I have yet to ask the King for his blessing and hope that he will approve of keeping the little one." Genevieve softly expressed. "I could not agree more, Princess Adeline. He seems to have taken a liking towards you." She finished, commenting on the happiness of the small animal.

Watching the interaction between both the puppy and Adeline, Genevieve couldn't help but slightly tilt her head to the side, nostalgia filling her thoughts. The young princess of Sweden reminded her of herself in some ways yet not. She was a princess of a foreign country and Genevieve couldn't fathom having to uproot one's self to live in a place filled with coldness and discomfort. "How are you liking your stay with us? Is there anything that you need?" She inquired lightly before her eyes lit up in excitement.

"Perhaps, if the King does not allow me to have the little one as a companion, would you like to take him in and name him?” Genevieve brightly smiled, quite happy with her idea. If there was a better companion than books, it would be animals. The palace was magnanimous and she knows how it feels to be an outsider and it dwells in Genevieve's heart. The least she can do for her hopefully future sister-in-law, was to assist her whenever she could. If there was anyone that could break-way to Second Prince, Genevieve believed it would be the young spirited princess before her. She would suit him well, contrasting the other. Nevertheless, even if she is not meant for her brother, Genevieve could not help but feel a softness towards Princess Adeline.

However, as Adeline profusely apologised to both her and Sir Barley, Genevieve gently walked forward, taking the small flower crown from the puppy's head and placed it on the younger princess. "You were not bothering anyone and it was not out of place. Your flower crown is exquisitely made. Is crafting something you like to do?" Genevieve reassured, "Although we need to maintain a certain prestige, an image in public, between us, you do not have to."

Soon, the guard's harsh tone echoed the halls of the palace in response to Adeline's interruption and apology.

"No," Sir Barley uttered, "You were not."

His voice rang in her ears and Genevieve couldn't help but feel slighted by him. He answered Princess Adeline's concern but not her own in regards to keeping her secret. Hiding her true emotions behind a polite smile, Genevieve's eyes drew towards Sir Barley's silhouette as he stepped to the side to let both she and Adeline speak. "Oh, Princess, this is -"

Seeing the interaction between the three parties, Abigail interrupted, stepping forward, no longer wanting to observe the scene. "Your Highnesses, dinner is approaching and it would do both of you good to prepare for the meal." Turning towards Princess Adeline, Abigail bowed her head, "Princess, it will not give a good impression if you were late for dinner with His and Her Majesty and the rest of the royal family. I suggest that you head to the dining hall."

Another surprise, Genevieve hadn't expected Abigail to abruptly stop her unless it was a serious matter. However, she would have to inquiry Abigail about it later, not wanting to cause more distress on Princess Adeline even further. With a small nod, Genevieve turned back towards Adeline, "I have to get out of these attires before appearing for dinner. Father would not be too pleased if he saw me in these garments. Will you save me a seat? We must speak more." The eldest princess beamed.

However, at the corner of her eye, Genevieve took one last glance at the mysterious and dutiful guard. She shouldn't care so much if he hated her, but, it truly bothered her. Abigail, on the other hand, urged the other maids to follow Genevieve as Abigail waited on the young princess. "I can guide you there if you'd like." She stated before eyeing the guard, frowning at him and his behavior.

Note: Bold is Genevieve , Underline is Abigail | Location: Palace Halls | With ( Previously ): "Sir Barley" [ Cosmo ] , Princess Adeline [ Stardust Galaxy ] , Abigail | Mentions: Luca [ Violetti ] , Dear Father [ Misty Gray ]

 

[Songbird500]

Before Clara could even utter another word, Christopher had already taken off down the opposite corridor. Her last attempt at a plan had failed and she was left with her disgruntled fiancé. A disgruntled fiancé that now looked even more put out by her very presence.

Clara was caught off guard by Jeremiah’s sudden outburst and did jump just a little in response. What was even more peculiar was the reason for his outburst. She furrowed her brow out of confusion as he began spouting off his feelings for the wallpaper.

So, this was what it had come to. A one-sided conversation in which one party would rather remark on the wallpaper instead of acknowledging the existence of the other. It was a shame that things had come to this, the two ignoring each other and despising the mere mention of the others name. It was going to be a long and hard marriage if things didn’t change soon but Clara had still yet to uncover what the foothold might be into Jerimiah’s good graces. It was clear he loved beauty and art but no matter what opinion Clara might have on the matter it would always be partnered with the stifling realisation that she had been chosen to limit his freedoms. Today had been evidence enough that both the King and Christopher had expectations for this marriage. It was never going to be a marriage of love but said expectations might make things even more difficult.

And just like that Jeremiah too was walking away. And not just walking but practically marching. He'd taken off with such vigour it took Clara a second for her mind to catch up with her body and then she too was following after him. She was however, struggling to keep up with him. Trying to keep her dignity and class while walking at such a speed in such a dress was not an easy feat. But, she, in her mind at the very least, was happy that she was accomplishing it to some degree. She had never liked how much her dresses had dragged and had always preferred no corset or petticoat, opting for merely a smock or a kirtle. When she was younger this had been deemed more acceptable as she played out in the mud and rode horses bareback. These days, such ideas would seem improper and so Clara was stuck feeling caged in and worn down.

She contemplated speaking to Jeremiah as they walked. It would be an opportune time to express some of her feelings on the situation with nobody else around. But it was becoming increasingly apparent that Jeremiah merely wanted to reach his destination so they could depart. It wasn't going to be an easy conversation and she knew that they probably wouldn't have time to discuss everything they wanted to but Clara wasn't sure when they might get another chance like this.

"Jeremiah. I know what you think of me and I understand your frustration. But I had hoped we might come to some kind of understanding. That we might even kindle a friendship if nothing else?"

Mqueserasera

 

[Mqueserasera]

Jeremiah Ravenswood
the third prince
mentioned: Luca Ravenswood Violetti ; Adeline Wahlström Stardust Galaxy ; James Rorchester RayPurchase ; Emily Rorchester Misty Gray
Interaction(s): Clara Ashwood Songbird500 / open​

“Friendship?” Jeremiah exclaimed out loud, half of his word was mixed in the astonishment that the woman still, so far, met his pace. He slowed down until Clara could catch up with him without drawing her heavy breaths, for when he was about to say something, it’s a necessity that others listen.

“The only way a man should want a woman is to be his lover, if she is pretty, or someone else, if she is plain,” said the third prince. And after the fact had been ascertained firmly, he threw his fiancee an impatient look, “By that matter alone, it becomes obvious any understanding could be wished for is but delusions. Surely you see that also, or have I given your intelligent aura too much credit? It is but simple facts…”

Still walking, he produced from his inner coat pocket a notebook. Between the first pages lay pressed faint purple lilacs, and as he flipped on, scribbled lines of feverish thoughts could be seen. Upon reaching a page filled with names he stopped and gave Clara a meaningful look.

“No happiness could be found on our joined paths,” he said, now moving in small steps only so Clara could see what was written on the pages, “certainly not for you, and more importantly, not for me. But fear not, I prepared in great generosity the most excellent of choices for you. You can see, on the top of the list, hmmm, my writing can be so liberal at times… Ah, Luca the gloomy! He’s my brother. He’s the second prince, if you’re wondering. Quite the title, eh? Why content with the third when you can aim for the second? Tell you what my dear, I give you both my blessings, with any kind of other backings you require. It’s true that he’s less than cheerful most the time, which is quite a sin, one could always look at his standing to forgive. And the matter of his fiancee is a problem indeed, even if she’s a bit sickly looking, but, hmm, who knows what could happen to the poor girl in the future…”

Jeremiah stopped dead in his track, and slapped his own forehead, “Oh Lord, what am I saying? My concern for your happiness, troublesome girl, has had the better of me. I swear on my most trusted servant that I have none but the purest intentions towards my family, and maybe you too. Now, onto the next one, “ he started marching again, this time faster than before, his fingers frantically pointed at a long name. “we have Sir James Francis Rochester! I wish I could say he has aged like fine wine, but worry not! Surely he has other good points, however well hidden they might be. Being quite dead, his wife won’t be able to protest the fruitful relationship you would share with the man if my words are wisely heeded. What’s more, he also has a beautiful daughter…” at this, Jeremiah stopped briefly, and for that one moment, bright light vanished from his brilliant eyes.

The mere moment passed, and he continued, almost as enthusiastic as before:
“Where was I, ah right, he and I are the closest of friends. Indeed, the other day I gave him some vital advice on how we should deal with the general unhappiness in our country, old James quite liked my idea of the daily flower quota. Yet he hurried me along in quite a haste. Old people, I tell you, can’t get enough time grumping alone. But let that deter your determination not! Ages matter little in love. What matters is that people, some at the very least, consider him the most remarkable figure outside of these walls. My friends, however,…”

The endless subject ended abruptly as the dining room came into sight. Just before the door, Jeremiah turned on his heels.

“Here,” he ripped off the page and handed it to Clara, “take time to examine, needy girl, I have a nightmarish dinner to attend.” Having said that, he became busy fixing his clothes and hair with a pocket mirror.

 

[Stardust Galaxy]

Adeline smiled when Princess Genevieve told her she wanted to keep the little puppy it was too adorable to let the small animal on their own, she felt a little embarrassed when the Princess mentioned the puppy took a liking for Adeline and smile shyly at the compliment.

When the Princess asked her about her stay in the palace Adeline took a brief moment to think her reply she didn't want to make upset the royal family by saying something wrong "I have to admit that is different from Sweden and I'm trying to get used to but even if sometimes I get homesick I'm happy being here and I don't think I need anything you have provided everything I needed so far. Thank you for your interest in me, it makes me feel welcome"

Adeline was taken back when the Princess mentioned that if she wasn't allowed to keep the puppy she could have it "That would be a complete honor Princess Genevieve. I have always wanted to have a dog as a companion, but my mother never allowed me to have one" she admitted to the princess as she looked and pet the puppy "Is Prince Luca interested in animals? Do you think the Prince would be fond of the puppy if I show it to him?" She asked the Princess excitedly thinking she could have something to share with Prince Luca.

When the Princess asked Adeline about her liking towards crafting, the princess of Sweden blushed lightly no one put that much interest in her ability, it wasn't an ability that would make her stand out from the rest of the princess but she loved doing it and being complimented it for it meant a lot to Adeline "Yes, Princess Genevieve I have always loved to do this type of crowns and other crafts, since I was most of the time in bed while growing up I found crafting as a way to spend my time. I'm glad you found my flower crown beautiful it means a lot I can show you one day how to make them or I could make one for you if you want" Adeline said shyly to the Princess.

As soon as she finished talking to the Princess the voice of a male made her jump a little bit and she knew it came towards the guard that was with the Princess, she was taken back but she knew that it was common towards the guards to keep their composure. Adeline got surprised when Princess Genevieve handmaiden interrupted, she wasn't aware of the time and that she needed to make it on time to the dinner she wanted to make a good impression to the King and Queen and the rest of Luca's family "Thank you for reminding I lost track of time every time I'm outside" she replied to the handmaiden and return to reply to Princess Genevieve "Of course I will save you a seat, please don't be late to the dinner" the Princess of Sweeden replied to Princess Genevieve as she saw her leave with other maids.

When Princess Genevieve handmaiden, told Adeline she could guide her to the dinner, she smiled at her and accept her help, still with the puppy in hands Adeline follow the handmaiden until she noticed Prince Luca, Princess Anelisa and Princess Merliva she started heading towards them but stop midway when she realized she still had the puppy in her hands, she told Abigail if she could take care of the little puppy until she was back from dinner after she saw the handmaiden take the puppy with her she went towards the Prince and the two Princess "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important, is a pleasure to see you heading towards the dinner I'm glad I'm not arriving late. I was hoping that Prince Luca and I could arrive together at dinner. If you don't have a problem with that" Adeline said shyly hoping she hadn't embarrassed herself in front of the prince and his sisters.

Interactions: Princess Genevieve ( deer ) Sigismund Clodomir ( Cosmo ) Luca Ravenswood ( Violetti ) Anelissa Ravenswood ( MinTea ) Merliva Ravenswood ( Peckinou )
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[Misty Gray]

Emily Rorchester​

Emily couldn't help but chuckle when her father questioned the idea there was a glimmer of hope for Christopher. "I'm afraid we have to take what we can from that. The dark and brooding prince will continue to be challenging, I have no doubt of that. Between executions and doing much of the King's work, I suspect you'll have to be quite cunning to catch Christopher at an opportune moment where he's indulging in the more wholesome hobbies of his."

When James complained about the state of the roads, Emily was about to speak up but the man beat her to the punch. Clearly, he knew her all too well as she was indeed about to remind him resolving such an issue was in fact his own territory. Regardless, she couldn't resist teasing her father. "Let's hope when the time comes, this country's next Prime Minister is one who listens to the people and fixes these darn roads," he joked.

The palace grounds eventually came into view and prompted Emily to get her things together ready to climb out of the carriage into the open air. The carriage stopped at the first set out gates, where the guards peered into the carriage to confirm the identities of those wishing to be granted access to the palace grounds. After being permitted to continue on, the carriage was pulled onto the grounds before the horses were brought to a stop. Rachel climbed out of the carriage, assisted by the footman. She then waited for her father to follow and for the assigned guard to accompany them into the palace...

RayPurchase (Prime Minister) Cosmo (Sigismund)

Christopher Ravenswood​

It hadn't escaped Christopher's attention that Elvira had been admiring the roses where she stood. He was reminded of some years ago when he'd watched Willard planting those rosebushes. The old man always had a story or a lesson for everything. From most people, Christopher would have found such tales insufferable, but the old gardener always made things seem interesting. The mystery as to whether or not the stories were fabricated were often part of the charm as it seemed to make Willard happy to simply have an audience. The story on the day the rosebush was planted was about how the old man's wife had died when they were only in their twenties and the man had never stopped visiting her grave, even decades later. Christopher often wondered if it was a gift or a burden to fall so deeply in love with someone, to be committed to them for all of that time. He was inclined to think it personally a burden, whilst for Willard the memories seemed to be a gift that kept the old man happy, even after so many years had passed.

Elvira had moved herself a short distance from him and when she met his gaze, he turned his head away to break eye-contact and for a time looked towards the rosebush. He nodded his head when asked if he was ready, eventually turning back to look at her. She seemed happy to be in his presence and Christopher didn't quite understand why. He knew he'd been far from as accommodating as a man should ideally be towards the woman he would marry. Not to mention, most people were far from pleased to be in the Prince's company at all. She was patient, he had to give her that. "I will ensure you learn the best routes around the palace. Whilst the corridors might all appear the same, there are unique carvings within the wood and plaster work. If you pay attention to the sculptures and art, you will soon familiarise yourself with the best routes to take." Christopher has spent his life around the palace, not only studying the architecture but also exploring the lesser known areas of the huge building and the secrets within its walls. Not that he was ever meant to spend time thinking about such "trivial" matters as his father never encouraged Christopher to have his own interests and freedoms.

As they approached the dining hall, Christopher knew he wasn't the first of the siblings to arrive, with Jeremiah accompanying Clara there ahead of him. Still, he was far from the last. He had anticipated his detour to locate Elvira would solve the issue of his father lecturing him for not being chivalrous, but in doing so, Christopher had been concerned the act of resolving that criticism would result in him being late. Turned out, he was perfectly on time. The Prince sent Wesley a brief glance, acknowledging the Head of Security's presence, even if he'd seen enough of the man already for one day. After Wesley sent Elvira an encouraging smile, Christopher placed his hand to her back, though was so precise that he managed to make it appear to the observer that he had made physical contact despite the fact his hand didn't touch her and merely hovered close. Christopher pulled out the chair and helped Elvira take her seat before moving to his own place between his fiancee and the King. He sent his father a glare, practically urging the awful bastard to find fault in his behaviour. "Are you well, mother?" Christopher asked the Queen, deciding to ignore his father and not even be subtle about it.

"How is Christopher treating you?" the King quizzed Elvira.

FireMaiden (Elvira)
Mention: Melanin-Gxdess (Arielle)
((Not sure if Tomas is following them? NUSKI ))

Wesley Lancaster
​

From his position to the side of the dining room entrance, Wesley could hear a familiar male voice approaching from down the corridor. It was that of the youngest prince, Jeremiah. Apparently, the young man was rambling about something and Wesley had to maintain a neutral face as he fought back his curiosity as to what the matter was this time.

By the time Jeremiah and Clara walked into sight, the Prince had silenced himself from whatever he'd been speaking to Clara about. The Head of Security maintained his straight posture but he allowed himself to look to the Prince and the noble lady. The way Jeremiah spoke to Clara was rude and dismissive, but it was far from a rare occurrence where at least two of the princes were concerned. As Jeremiah admired his own reflection, Wesley looked to Clara in a way he hoped would reassure her that she wasn't alone. Whether or not either of them liked it, they were to marry and the King's mind was extremely difficult to change.

When he was sure Jeremiah was done preening himself, Wesley took a small step forward and quietly addressed the Prince, with Clara also in earshot. "You both have a dinner to attend," he firmly reminded the Prince. "The King will appreciate seeing you enter the room together," he said, in the nicest possible way to warn the couple of Robert's mood and how to avoid his wrath.

Mqueserasera (Jeremiah) Songbird500 (Clara)

 

[FireMaiden]

Location: Dining Room
Interaction: Misty Gray (Christopher/King Robert/Wesley)
Mentioned: NUSKI (Tomas) Songbird500 (Clara) Mqueserasera (Jeremiah) Melanin-Gxdess (Queen Arielle)
Up until that exact moment when Christopher mentioned it, Elvira had to admit that she had never noticed the differences in the halls. Of course, she knew there were differences, not every painting nor sculpture or plant was a copy of the others, but her life had been a hectic haze since she moved in...she never took the time to notice. Rushing around most days, surrounded by guards and servants, or other nobles and their terrible Spanish, she felt a bit more relieved when Christopher assured her that she would eventually get a grasp of the layout. Everything g had been a little overwhelming lately, her arrival just a few days before that poor maid girl was executed, everything had been so tense and dramatic. And so, as her future husband lead the way to dinner, she did her best to make note of the artwork and such they passed, finally observing what she found to be beautiful, and rather intricate designs. There was a certain painting a young woman wearing a dress (in a similar color to one Elvira herself owned) sitting on a wall that seemed to tell a story. It was right next to a hall she did recognize, though he was leading her through many she didn't remember. It didn't matter much to the young woman, however, as Christopher obviously knew where he was going.

The pair arrived after Jeremiah and Clara, and of course, after the King and Queen. Being the first to arrive is always better, but they were also not the last to arrive, which Elvira was taught was seen as disrespectful. If you're the last to arrive, but on time, people overlook it. Last to arrive but late, you would be shunned until everyone had drunk enough to forget why they were ignoring you. Parties were always such an interesting thing to observe. In any case, upon seeing Sir Wesley smile at her, Elvira returned a smile of her own. She had not had the pleasure of spending to much time with him, but he certainly seemed to play the part of an honorable and trustworthy man, and she had no reason to believe otherwise. The next surprise came when Christopher "placed" his hand on her back, leading Elvira to her spot. Like she was raised, she waited with a soft smile as he pulled out her chair, and took a seat. "Thank you, Christopher," She said softly, glancing at him before another voice gained her attention.

The King. Elvira, like any other Spaniard, was not a fan of King Robert. She knew what act she needed to play in front of him, but the urge to speak her tongue and remind him exactly who she was loyal to was constantly being tested. And furthermore, she believed there was something more than the kind old king he portrayed himself as, the last dinner being enough evidence for her to be well and suspicious, Elvira simply smiled. "He's been lovely, Your Highness." Her tone was light and cheery, that of a young woman in love almost, the reality was far more complicated. Christopher had been avoiding her, and when they were forced together, he seemed to dread every moment of it. She was not stupid, Elvira knew that she had been left to wander the halls on her own, that she was intentionally being pushed away, she had seen it all before. It's true that when they had interacted, he had never treated her poorly, and so while she was starting to make connections to rumors; Elvira was not entirely lying (not that anyone would be able to tell that she was lying in the first place). But, nobody in that room should be forced to sit through another yelling match, perhaps this would help keep things civil. So long as the important people involved could play along.

"It's a shame he was so busy today, but I think I may finally understand how my mother feels." This time, she added a light giggle. The eyes shut, slightly wider smile type of giggle before she relaxed. "I wanted to say my thanks for the room I've been given. The view from the balcony is absolutely maravilloso." Now that, was an honest to God truth.

 

[deer]

S

ubtle fragrances filled the air as she delicately pressed violets against her arms and neck. The warmth of fabric against her clean skin made her sigh softly, grateful for the change in attire. Once Genevieve was well-dressed and prepared for dinner, she thanked her maids for their help. However before she left her quarters, Genevieve took a moment to herself to mull over the events that occurred recently, not wanting to forget. Her journal pages filled nearing the end of the book.

At the sound of small chirping near the balcony, Genevieve stood up from where she sat and gently glided across the floor. Reaching the double-doors that opened to a view of the garden, her eyes wandered towards the two birds sitting atop the railing. With a small head tilt, Genevieve gazed at the birds, admiring their wings. A part of her was envious of their ability to fly. The notion of flying wherever she pleased was an unreachable and far-fetched dream since her responsibilities bind her to the palace. Like a caged songbird, Genevieve could only sing songs and stay sheltered inside the imperial quarters with no room to breathe. There were eyes and ears all over the palace.

It didn't go unnoticed to Genevieve that rumors of her fiancé, however, continue to be a topic of discussion among her servants. Although she was inquisitive about who she would accept to marry, Genevieve decided to merely think of such matters when it appeared before her. There was no use worrying over something she had no control over. Her thoughts soon drifted to the young princess of Sweden, another small smile gracing her lips. She was sweet and her admittance of missing home caused Genevieve to wonder if there were any correspondence from her family either with a letter or a package.

However, a small quiet amused laugh escaped her lips at the thought of Adeline showing Luca the puppy she found in the garden. Her brother had a feline companion, quite different from the canine Adeline currently held. But, perhaps the two could find ways to speak with each other more through the animals. On the other hand, Adeline could also show Luca how to craft flower crowns. It would be quite intriguing! Perhaps she could play "matchmaker" and set a day for them. Nevertheless, her brows knitted together, slightly troubled.

She recalled happier memories she had with her siblings, playing in the gardens without a care in the world. They were all a lot closer then, even she and Merliva. The two of them were night and day, quite the opposite of the other. While Genevieve enjoyed more vibrant colors and she enjoyed darker tones, the two contrasted the other vastly even with their temper. Regardless, Genevieve tried her best to find subjects in common with her like reading or combative training. Although Merliva had grown more withdrawn and mellow, Genevieve could only hope her bond with her sister could grow. But, was it wishful thinking? Despite her constant perusing and busybody ways, Genevieve only wished to be a part of her sister's life. However, if she preferred Luca's company more than hers, Genevieve would not force their time together.

Nevertheless, Genevieve didn't want to appear solemn or dampen the atmosphere at dinner. Instead of allowing herself to feel sorrow, she closed her eyes for a brief moment. Inhaling and exhaling, using her breathing technique to let go of her worries and concern, she was finally ready.

Being late to dinner was not an option and she hoped she was not late but rather on time. Genevieve had no desire to be late. She hoped her mother was faring well. At the same time, Genevieve wondered if Lady Elvira had a chance to see the beauty of the palace. After all, first impressions were important. Nevertheless, as she made her way towards the dining hall, Genevieve hoped to see Adeline and Luca there before her. However, it was not the case.

Blinking back her surprise, Genevieve looked around, brows furrowed. She hadn't seen the rest of her siblings on the way down to dinner either. Noticing Sir Wesley's silhouette down the hall addressing Jeremiah and Lady Clara, Genevieve noted that Anelissa was not with them. The two were quite close so seeing both of them not together was an odd sight.

Was her little sister coming to dinner? However, empathizing with her younger sister's sorrow, Genevieve did not want to force her sister to come out of hiding. However, for her own sake, she hopes she did.

At the same time, knowing how Jeremiah can be, Genevieve could only internally apologize to the Lady of the French court. It would not be an easy courtship or marriage, but, Genevieve hoped her brother would give way.

Approaching Sir Wesley, Clara, and Jeremiah, Genevieve excused herself, catching the end of Sir Wesley's statement. "Jeremiah? Lady Clara?" She inquired, turning towards Sir Wesley, smiling softly, before turning her attention back at them. "We should go inside than waste another minute dilly-dallying in the hallway. I hope the rest of our family comes quickly as well." She nodded, warning gently before signaling them to put a pep to their step.

However, before entering the dining room, Genevieve smiled, "You both look wonderful."

At those words, Genevieve made her way inside, observing those in the room. Her Father and Mother were already there while Christopher and Elvira were seated as well. But, hearing some of the conversations, Genevieve waited for her turn to speak not wanting to interrupt them.

As one of the servants pushed her chair out for her before taking a seat on her mother's side, across from both Christopher and Elvira, Genevieve politely excused herself before gently greeting her family. "Good evening, Father, Mother." She smiled towards them before turning towards her brother and his fiancée. "Hello, brother, Lady Elvira."

location: her quarters - dining room | mentions: adeline [ Stardust Galaxy ] , luca [ Violetti ] , merliva [ Peckinou ] , anelissa [ MinTea ] | with ( previously ): sir wesley [ Misty Gray ] , jeremiah [ Mqueserasera ] , clara [ Songbird500 ] | with ( currently ): queen [ Melanin-Gxdess ] , king and christopher [ Misty Gray ] , elvira [ FireMaiden ]

 

[Misty Gray]

Robert and Christopher Ravenswood

Spoiler: Seating Plan

Christopher raised a curious eyebrow though didn't look towards his fiancee as she used the word "lovely" to describe how he'd been with her. Not even the most fickle and empty-headed woman would truly believe his behaviour had been anything close to "lovely". So, he had to deduce that Elvira was playing the game and one which happened to put him favourably where the King was concerned. He couldn't help but smirk slightly as he thought it over and he appreciated that her choice of words might help avoid a confrontation with his father later. He was sure she hadn't answered as she had for his benefit, but he approved nonetheless.

"It's pleasing to hear Christopher has been treating you well, as it would be disappointing had he not been treating his future wife appropriately. As for him being busy, well I'm afraid that's what comes with the title. I would expect no less of my eldest son," he said, sending Christopher a glance before looking back to Elvira with a warm smile. "The festival and ball is rapidly approaching - only days away. I shall ensure Christopher's duties are kept to a minimum and that he spends his time with you."

******​

When Genevieve entered the room to sit opposite him, Christopher looked to her and nodded his head. "Good evening, sister," he flatly replied to her. Despite the lack of energy behind his tone, he was quite fond of his sister. She had a calming and innocent nature about her, which he found surprising given the family she had to endure. He was still on the fence as to whether her lightness and optimism were the product of naive weaknesses or if in fact they were strengths. One would have to be pretty strong to endure the darkness and still walk the palace with a kind heart.

Whilst the others arrived, Christopher's attention was drawn to the cutlery set out in front of him. His upbringing had been a regimented one, with order and control drilled into him - at times, beaten into him. So when he noticed a knife was offset and not quite parallel to the rest of his cutlery, He reached out and used his index finger to move the knife handle with precision until it was in what he deemed to be a perfectly aligned position. His eyes shot up towards the maid responsible, who was standing against the opposite wall awaiting her cue to begin helping served the family. His eyes then caught Anelissa's before he looked back down to the silverware that was still bugging him. He picked up his teaspoon and for a moment observed the smudged fingerprint . He let out a sigh before proceeding to use his napkin to polish the silverware himself. Just has he placed the spoon back down in its position, he caught sight of the maid nervously watching him. She was new to the dining room, of that he was sure. He didn't have a clue what her name was, nor did he care to ask. But she hadn't been stationed in the dining room before and it was his knowledge of her being Margaret's replacement that stopped him from berating her for her poor standards.

"Is there a problem with your cutlery?" Robert questioned Christopher. In the process, drawing attention to the disappointment the Crown Prince had opted to push to the back of his mind.

"No..." Christopher replied. On account of him fixing his nitpicks, it wasn't a lie that there was now nothing wrong with how his place had been set out. With everyone present, Christopher snapped his fingers and nodded to the servants. "Let's get dinner started so it can be over sooner," he ordered. The King had been having him do everything else, so he might as well make sure the old bastard got fed.

Melanin-Gxdess (Arielle) deer (Genevieve) Violetti (Luca) Mqueserasera (Jeremiah) Peckinou (Merliva) MinTea (Anelissa) FireMaiden (Elvira) Stardust Galaxy (Adeline) Songbird500 (Clara)

 

[Songbird500]

The shock vibrated through Clara when Jeremiah flat out denied any hope of them having a friendship. It had been a foolish dream and in any other situation she might have stopped dead in her tracks. However, this time it seemed like her legs were on autopilot and she just kept on walking. Thankfully, he’d slowed down enough so she might recollect herself, but Clara had a feeling it wasn’t truly for her benefit but to avoid judgement by others around them. They were, after all, very close to the dining room now and even Clara knew Jerimiah was smart enough not to say anything truly callous in front of his father.

He brought out a small notebook that Clara had never seen before and configured it into a position so she might see what was written on its pages. A list of names with their purpose becoming clear as he spoke. Potential suitors. In this regard Clara had no reaction for the very thoughts had crossed her mind also. But the way in which Jeremiah spoke so nonchalantly about his brother and fiancé was cause for thought. Clara had considered, ever so briefly, finding happiness elsewhere but she hadn’t, however, wished to cause further harm onto any other ladies at court. If she herself was to be in an unhappy marriage she wouldn’t wish to be the bearer of unhappiness to anyone else. Let alone considering what Anelissa might think of her if she did. Jeremiah quickly remedied himself before continuing on with the list of names, even mentioning Sir James Rochester.


And then it was all over and he’d handed her the list before turning away to gussy himself up. It left her with a great a many thoughts that she would have to decipher over dinner. Sadly, the mood would be tempered by the fact she assumed she would be seated next to Jerimiah.

In fact, she had the most deadpan expression on her face when Wesley approached her. Such an interaction reminded her where she was and in response, she plastered a smile on her face, though one could argue it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was, however, somewhat comforted by his presence and nodded in response to his reminder. Her spirits were lifted even more by the approach of Genevieve, who had been nothing but kind to her during her time at court. Clara tilted her head in thanks at her compliment before following suit into the dining room and taking her seat at the end of the table, making sure to curtsey to the King, Queen and Prince Christopher before doing so.

Upon taking her seat, Clara realised she had yet to see Anelissa at all that day and so greatly desired her comfort. Even if they didn't go into the full details of what had transpired between herself and Jeremiah, speaking to Anelissa always helped take her mind off things. However, depending on how things went this evening it might very well end up being Clara that was comforting her friend.

Mqueserasera (Jeremiah) Misty Gray (Wesley, King Robert, Prince Christopher ) deer (Genevieve) MinTea (Anelissa) Melanin-Gxdess (Queen Arielle)