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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 19, 2014 2:14:44 GMT
Gregory Saxton Mason IV, king of Twyford
With a smooth motion he took her hand and pulled her close "It's good to see you smile, from the rumors I've heard you've not had much reason to of late." he said as he began to lead her to the dance floor, "Allow me to grant you a smile for as long as I can, at least until your husband decides to interrupt us." he added as he began to lead her in a slow waltz. After a few minutes of dancing he again spoke "If I could I'd carry you away from this place, though I imagine Roland might object to me stealing his goddess away." he said in a whisper to her as they moved to the music, "I've missed your company, you really blindsided me that night two months ago." he added in the same whispered tone. As he looked about he saw they had indeed drawn a crowd of onlookers, many of whom began dancing as well. "We've started a trend it seems, but i'm not surprised that seeing their queen dancing would draw them in." he said with a chuckle.
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Post by Miya on Jun 19, 2014 16:17:24 GMT
 King Roland Tanner Langton & Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
King Roland found himself stuck in a rather long conversation with his second eldest brothers when it came to raising a child, as if a King would be dealing with the infant on a daily basis. His brother already had six children, which was five too many for Roland to like, and with his six children he was proclaiming how fulfilled he was as a man. Thankfully Roland had made such a clear decision to stop his brother from taking the crown since the man would obviously care more for his family than the kingdom. However, Roland feigned interest and received ‘tips’ for how to handle many children, which his brother wrongfully assumed he would have. One child, one heir, would be perfect for the Kingdom. If he had six children then there would no doubt be another incident like the one that happened in Luffnum, leaving the kingdom he made great in the hands of a timid child who could hardly stand social functions.
Suddenly, and thankfully, eyes had been drawn somewhere else and Roland had an opportunity to take a rather long drink from his cup before he looked over to see his wife dancing with King Gregory. His brother looked back at him with a confusing facial expression that Roland wasn’t sure how to respond to, so he simply smiled before excusing himself from the man’s presence. Free at last, Roland took a small sip from his cup as he made his way to where he had last saw King Denton of Luffnum.
When he spotted the King once more, the man was with his knight and looking like he was trying to hide from everyone. A ‘warm’ smile appeared on Roland’s face as he came in closer to the other king. “Denton!” He called out happily, his arms wide open as he approached the frail looking man. He didn’t hug him, but instead managed to pry a hand away from the other king to shake it happily with two of his hands. “Thank you for coming, I’m so pleased to see you.” He cheerfully announced. He didn’t even spare the knight beside Denton a glance as he moved an arm around the man’s shoulders and began walking him away casually to another spot in the room.
“My, you look like you’ve aged years since I last saw you. That’s what I get for being the old one in the room though.” He chuckled as he released the man. “It has felt like ages since I last saw you…I believe it was for your coronation that we met last, and the time before that you had arrived to my wedding. It’s unfortunate what happened with your siblings, may the Holy Mother keep their spirits safe.” He said in a solemn tone of voice before patting the man on the shoulder. “How are you doing, old friend?” He asked with his ‘warm’ and ‘friendly’ smile on his face.
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Kiana smiled at her king’s compliment about knowing him. It was her job to know him, to understand what his strengths were, but most importantly what his weaknesses were. She nodded her head in agreement with his words to do what ever was necessary to improve relationships and ‘advance the realm’ before he mentioned needing company to drink with. Drinking was not Kiana’s strong suit, especially with her king, so she hoped he found the Queen of Didlington and enjoyed her process before too much time went by.
She hardly had time to open her mouth as the King turned away to search for a willing body until the Queen was in their presence and he stopped in his tracks to greet her. Kiana gave a polite bow to the Queen as they were thanked for coming to the ball. Kiana listened to her king speak, congratulating her first child before asking for a dance. Sadly, it was easy to manipulate King Gregory to do what was needed in order for King Roland to have a small window to speak to King Denton of Luffnum. Her blue eyes drifted away from the pair in front of her to look at King Roland who was still with his brother. He didn’t pay her any attention, not even sparring her a glance to give her hope that she was still important to him, but that didn’t matter. Kiana didn’t need such reassurance when she was his important spy into King Gregory’s plans.
When she looked back to King Gregory, he was already sweeping the Queen away for a dance. If anyone was blind or stupid, they may mistakenly think that there was nothing between King Gregory and Queen Rosalind. However, to Kiana, it was clear as day that the Queen was mistakenly attached to King Gregory. For a long moment, Kiana watched the King and Queen dance, eyes from around the room finding their way to them in one form or another, before she caught sight of the legendary advisor of Didlington at the food spread. “What is he eating?” She thought to herself as her own stomach began to quietly beg her for a bite. Glancing back to the circle of annoying old advisors, Kiana was already cut out of the conversation leaving her no choice but to socialize with the rather indulgent man.
It took on a little maneuvering for Kiana to reach Advisor Enguerrand Urbain Armistead, a man she admired more than she envied. She gave him a smile and a bow of her head when she caught his gaze, which seemed it might never happen from the food that was laid out in front of him. “My, there’s a wonderful feast tonight.” She said before grabbing a piece of fruit to pop in her mouth and eat. The plate full of little sausages were clearly not for anyone else, but Enguerrand, so she took another piece of fruit and chewed on it before looking back to the prominent man beside her. “Isn’t it nice to see two royals from once rivaling kingdoms dancing together?” She asked him, her eyes never leaving his face as the king and queen danced together on the ballroom floor.
“It’s been a long time since such a thing could even be imagined…However, I don’t wish to bore you with such talk. The great mind of Enguerrand is probably unconcerned with such trivial matters.” She spoke, her smile widening slightly. “I heard the advisors speak of you having your own room to experiment with theories you have. I truly envy that as I am hardly allowed to voice my thoughts on sciences, let alone get a chance to experiment.” She explained before eating another piece. Standing beside Enguerrand was an easy excuse to end her hunger without looking like she was eating too much.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jun 20, 2014 2:54:43 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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Few sights were as romantic as that of a couple in each other’s arms gliding across the room in a slow waltz. Gregory clasped his right hand around the Rosalind’s waist as they set foot on the dance floor. The pair held each other so close their faces almost touched. Rosalind closed her eyes as though in a happy dream, imagining the world falling away. They were dancing with abandon, a very real and delightful passion. To the trained eye, their movements conveyed longing, desire, and tenderness. Any other person would simply marvel at the two elegant figures. Watching them dance the slow, traditional waltz of Didlington was like witnessing art come to life. As the orchestra played, it was obvious to any onlooker that the traditional waltz of Didlington was far superior to those of Luffnum or Twyford. There was just something irresistible about it. It was enchanting, seductive, and lovely. The waltz was risqué and, to some, downright improper. If there ever was a style of music that conveyed sexuality, it was the waltz of Didlington.
From the very start, the waltz was a smash hit in Didlington, mesmerizing audiences. It is said that whosoever invented the dance had a lover’s embrace in mind. It originated in the countryside. Originally low-brow and provincial, it was considered offensive for a woman to be in a man’s embrace while on the dance floor. Such close contact with a partner contrasted heavily with stately aristocratic group dances in which distance was always observed. An old story tells of a knight having witnessed the dance for the first time. He saw male dancers holding up their partner’s skirts so as not to step on them, wrapping both in a cocoon, bringing their bodies close together in an indecent manner. As they waltzed in the darker parts of the room, some couples began kissing. It was quite racy. Naturally, the scandalized upper classes couldn't allow the commoners have all the fun and eventually it was accepted by the aristocracy. The wild steps of the lower classes became shorter and more elegant when adopted by aristocrats. It was very sensual, highly erotic, to have a lady clinging to her partner. Its appeal was quite evident.
“Don’t speak so, for I’d be tempted to accept your offer”, she whispered.
It was a crazy thought, but one that appealed to Rosalind. The royal couple practically led separate lives. They married because it was a smart match, not because they were in love. The court was the center of the government as well as the residence of the monarch and social and political life often was one and the same. Both Roland and Rosalind sought gratification and companionship from those living at court. The only difference being that Rosalind would have gladly devoted her entire life to Roland had he shown but a single act of kindness. Women would work hard to attract the attention of the king. Roland never did keep any lover for too long, seemingly incapable of focusing on any one woman for extended periods of time.
Rosalind first saw her husband showing favor for another woman a year after their marriage. When she asked a courtier about the woman, she received a shocking response. The young queen was told the woman was there to please the king. It wasn’t long before she discovered the woman “pleasing” Roland. This was a deciding moment in her life. It made her feel unwanted, ugly, disposable, and shattered her self-confidence. How could he lay with so many other women when he had a pretty and willing wife? It didn’t make sense. In time, she learned the king had other lovers. She was disgusted by the behavior, but was forced to accept his extramarital affairs as social norm. Eventually, she too had an indiscretion with Enguerrand. One lonely night, he spoke kindly to the queen, inadvertently saving her from taking her own life. It was the reason for the attachment to the advisor.
Roland neglected his wife and their marriage was a far cry from their fairy tale wedding. Unfortunately, Roland did not care the marriage was broken. He was distant and cold. Rosalind hardly saw him and felt like a stranger in the castle. In truth, she longed for his touch… even a loving word. For some reason, she hoped Enguerrand might fill the void by her husband, but that was not to be. Even a queen craved little signs of affection and when Gregory spoke, she felt desire she had never felt before shoot up her body. It was no secret that Rosalind never had a great sex life, but Gregory made her feel attractive. More to the point, he was the first man to make her body sing.
"The very instant I saw you, I thought you handsome. The very instant you touched me, I became your captive." It was barely above a whisper, but the words were heavy with desire.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 21, 2014 3:20:11 GMT
Gregory smiled and pulled he closer “Your far to kind, but allow me to help you smile for a night at least.” He said in a low whisper for only her to hear, “Though we need to use caution, Roland will tolerate only so much open affection for Me.” he added in the same quiet tone. “Meet me later and we’ll continue our dance till the sun rises, I have something else important to discuss with you as well.” He said with a sly grin into her ear. “After several more minutes of dancing he stopped and held her hand firmly “Thank you for gracing me with a dance, your grace on the dance floor is matched only by your beauty.” He said in a cordial tone as he bowed to her, “I feel a need for a glass of wine, perhaps later you might grant me another dance.” He added as he stood upright and smiled warmly to her.
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Post by littlefluffette on Jun 22, 2014 1:35:10 GMT
Adviser Enguerrand Urbain Armistead King Denton Andre Lywood It had taken a bit of time before someone approached Enguerrand and in that time up to then he had quietly observed the guests. From afar he could hear the low murmuring of confused nobles wondering why Queen Rosalind would step forwards to grace King Gregory of Twyford a dance. Enguerrand of course, knew why. She was doing this to most definitely tell him just whose child she was carrying, if Gregory did not know it yet. That or secretly expressing any love she might have for the man, since that was a possibility too. It did not matter to Enguerrand either way, if she was happy to be in the presence of Gregory then that was good for her. She always seemed so miserable when around Roland, it was one of the few times were Enguerrand could break through his cold demeanour and feel some form of emotional sadness for another. As he turned back to see if the sausages were refilled which sadly, they were not, a voice to his left commented on how wonderful the feast was and he turned to spot Twyford’s advisor, Kiana, standing by him. In the past whenever they met he thought little else of the woman other than her being another advisor who happened to work for Twyford. But in the times he watched her, he always noticed many little things. Glances towards Roland more so than what would be common, tiny gestures such as shifting eyes and contemplative stares at particulars like Gregory. Her notes were also kept private, even more so than Enguerrand and he did not allow just anyone to get a glance at what he wrote for the sake of not letting some hack scientist rip off his work. None of it explicitly stated just what Kiana was doing, whether it was a secret affair with Roland or perhaps a dark plan to harm someone, but he was wary of her. She was doing something; he just had to figure out what. For now though he would play along. Not hard, since his curious face was the same as his happy face, his tired face, his bored face, and his normal face. Enguerrand glanced to the couple who danced, listening to Kiana note how “nice” it was. “I guess, though I see what little it means since the rivalry stands between Roland and Gregory.” He bluntly replied, sniffling for a moment and sipping his drink. He turned back to see is the sausages were back, and thankfully a waiter had returned. This time the man served two larger platters, two which Enguerrand guarded well. He would be eating until he was stuffed, that was for sure. “If you mean talk on pointless social matters such as the workings of whether Didlington and Twyford’s royalty are good friends or bitter rivals, you are correct. They dull me.” Blunt but at least honest. “Now how these matters may translate into affecting the locality of the realms, the trades, and potentials for war- that we can discuss.” These were of course topics that advisors dealt with on a day to day basis. He shoved two little sausages into his mouth, delightfully savouring the meat. It was at these times that the mildest hint of a smile lined his lips, clearly enjoying the juices of the bacon and sausage which was most definitely freshly made moments ago. Yet despite his almost closed eyes, he could still hear and intently listened to Kiana note about his lab. Ah, a topic he might enjoy talking about. Not that he would tell her any of his experiments, but she was speaking of a subject he liked- that being his lab and his studies, and she was catching him in conversation at a moment where his arguable “bland” mood was lightened ever so slightly by the presence of good food. Thus as he swallowed he turned to her again, making sure no remnants of the food remained in his teeth- by hell he was going to let such food get wasted by being spat out- he nodded his head. “A pity they do not let you pursue the sciences. One would be amazed how much of our daily lives relies on the sciences.” He took a piece of sausage but instead of eating it, showed it to Kiana. “A layman would say this piece of pork meat ground up, wrapped in the skin of an intestine, and then wrapped around bacon sliced from the pork’s belly is just that- a piece of meat from a pig.” Enguerrand was known to be a pretty good cook thanks to his love of food, but it was wise to never ask him to list the ingredients. He was never shy to admit just where the food came from, and to some it could ruin their appetite quickly. “But to a scientist there is more to this. Within the meat of a pig, when uncooked, miniscule organisms dwell and make such food inedible.” He was still working to finding a way to observe these organisms more closely- until then he had to settle for cultures of them. “Feed a healthy man a raw piece of pork belly, and you risk his health. But when cooked, these small organisms do not affect us. A cook would not care; some would happily feed your arsenic if it meant getting paid without reparations to those they harmed. But to a scientist, it is necessary we know. And we do.” Enguerrand put the piece of meat into his mouth and chewed on it. Thankfully for Kiana he hated to waste food, and thus the only bad habit he did not practice was speaking with his mouth full. “The heat of the oven, or stove, or fire pit cooks the organisms alive. Like any living creature, plant or animal, the heat damages them, killing them. This makes the meat edible and safe for consumption. But without that knowledge, one might assume that the practice of cooking our meat is, for example, to remove curses because of some mystic who cast a spell over raw food.” He of course scoffed at such a thought, thankful no one he knew said such nonsense. “Without science, people would foolishly attempt to build their houses with the roofs down, and the floors up, and we would be dwelling in the dark ages. Children and adults alike would die through crass trial and error, and neither you nor I would be here to talk.”- - -
Denton almost came to spill his drink when a voice spoke to him. He had not observed Erin coming over to speak, and her voice nearly merged with the many others around her, making his knight sound quite foreign. It was only when he hesitantly lowered his drink that, to his relief, it was a familiar face that approached. He lowered his drink some from his head, listening to Erin softly ask if he would like her company. When around those he knew well, Denton could keep his nerve-riddled self in check and might have been a bit more willing to talk with others. Thus he happily accepted her offer. “Some company would be fantastic.” He admitted, observing the room with his wary eyes. All about him advisors spoke to one another, King Gregory danced alongside with Queen Rosalind- to the surprise of those who expected her to first dance with her husband before any other man. The only one he could not spot, despite having see him arrive in a grand entrance was the aforementioned husband, King Roland, but he had to be somewhere- For a second time Denton nearly spilt his glass of wine when a voice to his right called his name. He turned and faced the man, glass rising back up to his face. It was Roland who had come to talk to him. This was bad, this was very bad. He had not anticipated Roland to speak with him now, while he was without his advisor. A low squeak was all Denton replied with at first, hand forced from his glass to shake. After a moment of standing there, quiet, he looked to Erin and finally spoke. “G-greetings, K- Roland.” A bad habit Denton had was to call the others “King” as if he himself were not one. He had no need to address their titles, for he too was a King and fellow Kings did not bow to one another. “It’s nothing, r-really.” He admitted, tensing the moment the older man’s arm fell over his shoulder, guiding him away to another part of the room. “Really? Ah, th-thanks…” As they stepped forwards, his eyes stayed focused on his drink. Looking directly into Roland’s eyes would most definitely silence him, and then he would look just silly staring at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “Yeah, well everyone in the Kingdom misses them…” well Denton had no idea if anyone did, but it seemed like the right thing to say. “As for myself I’m… fine, I guess…” As fine as anyone would be who did not want to be King but had such a role thrust upon them. “Still a bit tired from the trip but that’s okay. Wh-what about you?” Denton really hoped that Erin had followed, because he always looked to her, wanting to make sure she was nearby.
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Post by iliaroseraine on Jun 23, 2014 6:34:18 GMT
Erin Willows
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Erin from her years of training learned that she needed to be alert, still very young for a knight that guards the king, she felt she had a lot to learn and much more to prove. Even as she talked to King Denton she did her best to keep her eyes on the environment around them, also attempting to make sure that her eye were respectfully on him when they needed to be as well.
"Of course your majesty, it would be my privilege," she responded calmly and smiled at her King. He was nervous, that much was sure, for now that his head was above his glass he scanned the room fairly frequently. The king did not respond back, she was not sure if it was because he didn't want to, or if it was the fact that Roland appeared and scooped him away in frenzy. Erin had seen King Roland approach before he called out to her king, but she did not expect him to have, what seemed to her to be rather forcefully, drag her king away from her to another location while at the same time ignoring her presence completely.
Cid took the opportunity presented to learn more about Twyford and Didlington. For example, it was obvious to any person present that King Roland did not value his wife. Why else would he allow her to arrive unescorted to such an important event? Queen Rosalind was a beautiful woman with a kind heart and a love for her people. Any man would likely give anything to be in Roland's shoes, yet he chose to go about his business, not even bothering to seek out his wife. Another interesting observation was the fact that Gregory had asked Rosalind for a dance, her first dance. Some might see this as shocking, but it didn't really surprise Cid. Rosalind would do well to foster an amicable relationship between the two kingdoms, especially since her husband and King Gregory did not get along. What did surprise him was the fact that Roland sought out his king and seized his own king. This was curious. "Look lively", he whispered to Erin, approaching the knight. "Let us step a bit closer to the pair", he urged, wine glass in hand.
Erin jumped, more distracted by the movement of her King then alert to hear Cid approach behind her. She hadn't expected him to pop up so soon. His comments didn't bother her so much, she already had that planned, though she would admit later that her actions would not have been as tactful as Cid's. Though, she probably did not fair so well at the task of "looking lively" at the moment due to the nature of how she was already feeling from the flight here. But she wasn't going to show how ill she currently felt either.
She was not sure why King Roland attempted distancing her from the two of them, if that was his intentions, or if he was putting on a show. But Erin took her job of protecting the King of Luffnum seriously. She would not leave her kings side till he dismissed her. "Of course," she muttered to Cid when not better response came to mind. She was unprepared she realized, and did not want to let the kings out of her line of sight. Denton's safety was after all her responsibility. She conceded only due to the fact that Cid was more experienced in matters such as this. He seemed to have an innate skill when it came to dealing with people and politics and she knew before the airship landed, she would have to follow his lead when challenges like this arose. She wouldn't admit it, but she was relieved he showed up. He was the king's advisor for a reason. King Roland had made it clear that her presence meant nothing to him, but should someone need to intervene, Cid would be more than capable of doing so..
"Come with me", he said offering Erin his arm. Cid moved toward an acquaintance that stood near Roland and Denton. It gave him an excuse to mingle while keeping an eye on them. Erin could be his ears as Cid went on to tell a story that had his acquaintance roaring with laughter.
He offered his arm and Erin mentally groaned, she made sure that nothing showed on her face though. She hated social protocol, She recalled all the fights she had with her mother regarding it. But she responded in kind how she was supposed to and placed her hand on his arm after he offered it to her. She noticed that the king had looked back, she figured for her, and smiled briefly as they walked. Surely he knew she would remain as close as he needed her to be, and she hoped he saw that Cid was there as well.
Cid had stopped them in a fairly decent spot. Erin could hear what ever Roland and Denton said to each other, even over the laughter Cid encouraged from the person he talked to. She could slightly see her king as well, though the person Cid stopped to talk to happened to frequently block the line of sight to and from the both of them. She figured Cid would be keeping an eye on the situation, and trusted his judgement, even though she felt uneasy. She kept her ears open, listening as Roland and her King talked, pretending to enjoy the conversation Cid held with the stranger she did not know.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jun 24, 2014 0:16:45 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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A night. One night. Rosalind wanted more than that. In fact, she would gladly carry on with the affair for as long as Gregory wanted. The king made her fell beautiful and wanted. "I would have you right this instant", she whispered to Gregory. It was a rather wanton and bold statement, but she meant every word of it. Here she was celebrating such a joyous occasion and Roland was nowhere to be found. He hadn't even bothered to greet his wife. As always, it made Rosalind doubt her self-worth. Meanwhile, Gregory was attentive, everything her husband had never been.
The dance was over much too soon and they were parted. Rosalind smiled politely as he bowed. "Your majesty, it would delight me to share another dance with you on this night." This small gesture would surely indicate to the onlookers that the two kingdoms were on friendly terms. Little did they know that it's two kings might easily have killed each other if given the opportunity.
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Post by Miya on Jun 24, 2014 5:06:24 GMT
King Roland Tanner Langton & Advisor Kiana Rose Everton
Roland continued to smile in a friendly way to Denton, finding humor in the way in which a royal squirmed in his skin in hopes of disappearing. If such matters could be achieved, Roland would have been able to escape many conversations with his wife. His eyes betrayed him as he looked off to the side and saw a few heads turned to him as his wife danced in the background with another king. He was appearing to be an unkind husband, ignoring his wife, and potentially uncaring about her, but such whispers never lasted for long at parties as soon as he decided to stick by Rosalind’s side. As he turned his head back to Denton as the question was posed to him, one eye on him caught his attention more so than the others. Sir Cid Sol Heiß of Luffnum was one of the few royal advisors remaining in the kingdom that helped Denton make his decisions. He made a note of how close the man was before his eyes landed back on Denton. “ How am I?” He asked with a bemused smile before gesturing with his arms to the party surrounding them. “Look around!” He laughed, patting Denton on the back before shaking his head. “I’m having my first child and celebrating it with all three kingdoms, I couldn’t be happier.” His amber colored eyes sparkled a moment as he portrayed a father ecstatic and floating on Cloud 9. “Speaking of which, when were you planning on getting married? You shouldn’t wait too long. Luffnum hasn’t had a wedding in ages, and I’m sure it would make your people merry.” He gave a somewhat knowing look before stepping around so that he was right beside Denton looking out to the crowds. “I do hope you stay the night, and that we can have lunch tomorrow. I was hoping you and I could speak on matters of trade…I was also hoping that you could do me a small favor, one that I would be more than willing to repay you for.” He grinned at the man before stepping away with a chuckle. “Well, my dear friend. I’ll look for you tomorrow for lunch. Please enjoy the celebration, maybe even ask a young lady to dance.” He added with a wink before looking off to the side. “I better hurry to my dance partner as well before another lord looks at me as if I’m an uncaring husband. Parties seem to always generate rumors.” He rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to Denton and heading over to the dance floor. As he approached the dance floor, Gregory and Rosalind were finished with their dance and were about to part ways. A few onlookers were seeming to expect Roland to react in a negative way, but instead he smiled as he stepped up behind his wife and wrapped an arm around her. “Why, Gregory. I should have known no woman was safe from your charm, not even my wife.” He spoke in a joking tone before he turned his head to look at Rosalind. “You know you shouldn’t look like you enjoy dancing with him more than me.” He teased before pressing his lips to her cheek. He then turned back to face Gregory, the other king not even competition for Roland to worry about. Rosalind was his wife, and although she could sleep with whoever she chose to, she would always be his. “I think I’ll take the next dance now. Thank you for keeping her company.” He spoke before guiding Rosalind away and into the center of the floor where he moved into position and began to dance with her. His tone and demeanor changed only slightly as just the two of them danced together. “I thought I had lost you, dear. I didn’t see you when I came in, nor could I find you until the crowd whispered of how my wife was enjoying herself with the King of Twyford.” He spoke as they moved effortlessly in sync to the music and with one another. His tone was harsh, like usual when he spoke in private with her, but his face gave a somewhat blissful look as if he were at peace with his fairytale wife. He went quiet after those words, contemplating to himself before deciding on what to say to her (which was harder than it should have been, but Roland hardly had anything to say to his wife). “I want you to be in our bedroom after the festivities end tonight. There are some matters we need to discuss. Also, you will remain by my side as we greet the rest of our guests here.” He ordered her, not wanting to have to brush off more rumors that evening.
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Kiana’s eyes lit up slightly at the words Enguerrand spoke about a rivalry happening between King Roland and King Gregory. The very thought of it made her want to gossip like the lords and ladies often did, and most likely the same thing the advisors did when she wasn’t around, but she held her tongue and instead settled for the fact that it was obvious as day that King Roland did not care for his Queen…A thought that made her hopeful to wish that there was someone else who held his heart. Kiana watched as Enguerrand stuffed two sausages into his mouth with envy, wishing she were in her private chambers so that she could stuff her face until she was full. Her mouth watered, and it became clear to her stomach that fruit wasn’t going to cut it. Her eyes went down to the table of food, looking for meat that wasn’t heavily guarded until she heard Enguerrand speak up once more. Not wanting to show him disrespect, Kiana’s eyes focused on him with her hands resting over one another against her dress. He spoke of how much people rely on sciences everyday, a truth Kiana understood well before her mind went blank at the sight of the pork sausage floating in front of her face. She wouldn’t deny, if anyone cared to ask, that her attention was no longer on the man she had come to admire and respect from his reputation because the smell of the intoxicating meat that was dangled right before her nose. It was such a strong smell of wonderfulness that Kiana could almost taste it right in her mouth. However, it was gone long before she could even imagine herself taking the sausage from him. Still, it was for the best that the meat distraction was no longer there as she was able to understand what Enguerrand was speaking about in regards to understanding the power of knowledge. “I agree with your wise words…It’s no wonder that Didlington has one of the highest number of citizens that are educated. Knowledge is truly respected here…” She looked away from him at that and took one of the sausages in a bold move, but also desperate since he had teased her stomach to crave it. She held it up herself, looking at it with interest. “The other interesting thing to note is the significance in how animals, like dogs and cats, are able to eat such organisms on uncooked meat without suffering any consequences.” She commented before popping the little sausage in her mouth before taking the time to chew on it before swallowing. “Perhaps there is something that the animals have that us humans lack in our bodies to process uncooked meat…I’m sure you’ve researched that avenue already though.” She smiled at him, envious of his free ability to conduct experiments, but happy enough to enjoy the conversation of such matters that many advisors didn’t care to speak with her about. “Mr. Armistead, I was wondering if we could talk trades and other such things that advisors tend to discuss. However, this discussion pertains to you personally, so perhaps it would be best to discuss such matters in a more private setting. I’m in no hurry to leave at the moment though.” She stated before picking up a random meat covered finger food that was on another tray away from Enguerrand. She had hopefully peaked his interest with her comment. From what King Gregory did on a daily basis, there had to be someone who handled business matters.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 24, 2014 21:45:29 GMT
Gregory made his way to a open table still unaware the he walked away from the woman who carried his child, he thought only of the evening to come and the hold the queen had taken on him. He wanted to help her and though the thought of using the situation to his own advantage he truly did want see her happy after the pain she had been forced to endure. After just a few minutes he paused and looked back to her, she sought him out for a dance and this is how he treats her. As he saw Roland lead her away he felt a pang of anger, he didn't deserve to be by her side and he swore that he would see him dealt with before she gave birth.
Now somewhat aggravated he sat and watched as they danced, Roland was indeed skilled when it came to deception, he managed to make it seem that theirs was a happy marriage and not the broken mess he knew it to be. After a few minutes he made his way onto a balcony to think, he wanted Roland out of the way so he could have Rosalind by his side and that would require a cunning plot indeed.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jun 24, 2014 22:51:04 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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Rosalind was a bit surprised to feel an arm around her waist. It was not a sensation that was familiar. Unfortunately, the only times Roland ever placed a hand on the queen was during official functions or on the rare occasion he acquiesced her request for sex. A wife should never have to beg for her husband’s touch, even prostitutes had men willingly lay with them, yet Rosalind couldn’t even get Roland to sleep in their marital bed. There was a rumor in the castle of a wailing ghost said to cry in the halls. In truth, they were the cries of forlorn queen. Even the kiss on the cheek was more emotion than he would normally show.
“He could never compare to you”, she said to Roland. This wasn’t a lie, for Gregory was unlike Roland in every way. Rosalind longed to be loved by the man she was bound to by law. Alas, this was never meant to be. Instead, she found solace with another.
As they began dancing, a crowd formed around the couple. Elegant and graceful, they could make anyone believe nothing was amiss in the marriage. Roland was a bit gruff as he spoke. It seemed he was aware of the impression the crowds would get if he continued to ignore Rosalind and was determined to prove they were a happy couple. “I would stay by your side forever were you to show me one true sign of affection.” It took nearly everything inside of Rosalind to keep tears from welling up in her eyes. The queen luckily managed to keep a smile on her face for all to see.
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I don't want expensive gifts. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and loved.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jun 24, 2014 23:56:52 GMT
Erin Willows
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Cid kept an eye on his king. Roland, it seemed, had finally decided to join the queen on the dance floor. It was about time, too. He hoped Erin heard everything Roland and Denton spoke about, especially since the other king was so animated. Excusing them from the conversation, Cid offered Erin his arm again. It kept her close enough to whisper a few things before approaching Denton. "Were you able to hear anything?"
Erin took his arm and listened to him momentarily before responding. "It was mainly small talk, but he asked for his highness to join him for lunch tomorrow... he wants to talk trade and has a favor to ask." She responded calmly. "I think he saw you."
"Of course he saw me, that's why he turned tail", he said rather seriously. Whatever Roland had in mind did not seem the type of thing he wanted Cid to know about. "If it is talk of trade, them I will be present. I don't have a good feeling about this favor." Cid led Erin toward Denton. They approached slowly, as a hunter might approach an animal of prey so as not to alarm it. "Your highness, I do hope you are enjoying yourself tonight", he said with a smile.
Erin smiled at Cid's comment. It wad amusing to think that the king was so wary of him. But she knew Cid was right, Roland is up to something. "I'm not sure I like it either, but I will do my best to be present and keep him from being strong armed." Unless, she was sent away by her king it was a promise she would keep.
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Post by Miya on Jun 25, 2014 0:03:01 GMT
 King Roland Tanner Langton
Like usual, his wife went along with the act, unwilling to show the world how much she truly disliked her husband, and Roland would have applauded her fine acting if he had such a chance to do so. However, there was a moment that passed before Rosalind finally spoke up to him in response to his order. Her words were in that sad tone that she used to always speak to him with when they first married. ‘Roland, I only wish to make you happy’ or ‘Roland, aren’t wives supposed to sleep in the same bed as their husbands?’ were only a few of the reoccurring words she spoke to him during their first year of marriage. Roland didn’t want a wife though, certainly not when he had just taken the throne and there was real work to be done. Despite what the advisors wanted to think, Roland was very much involved with his country and kingdom. He knew it better than most, and only kept the advisors around to not appear to be a dictator. The only advisor he had that was of any use was Enguerrand, but Roland rarely sought his advice unless it was greatly important. Still, his wife’s tone made his mind travel to the past, remembering how young and beautiful she was when they first met on their wedding day. They were a match made in heaven, as some would say, and although Roland agreed that their appearances melted well with one another he did not think their personalities did. Rosalind was logical and bright, this was true, but she lacked something that not even Roland could explain. It was something that he had that no one else did, and it was what kept him from caring if she suffered alone at night or not. His eyes softened as he turned his face to her, stopping their dancing so that he could have her full attention. “Do you not think of me as a kind husband?” He asked her in a soft tone before he moved his hand behind her head and pulled her in to a full kiss before the crowds’ very eyes. He kissed her slow and tenderly with memories of their wedding night behind it before pulling away to meet her beautiful and captivating eyes. “You are right to think so.” He smiled before moving his hand down to capture hers. “My brother said you hadn’t greeted him yet. You should say hello to him and his wife. She recently had her sixth child.” He mentioned offhandedly, but knew that they would affect her. His foolish little wife wanted children to fill her loneliness as if that could be the cure. No matter how many children, from who knows how many lovers, Roland knew she would never be happy. She wanted (what many had wanted from what he could remember of his childhood) the one thing that he was incapable of giving her: love. “ Lynn, dear, try not to let your tears spill tonight. You know I don't have a handkerchief to dry them.” He spoke privately to her, leading her to where his brother was so they could go through their rounds of greetings before leaving the party to discuss the matters he wanted to talk with her about. |
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 25, 2014 0:35:57 GMT
Gregory brooded in the cool air, he didn’t want to kill Roland and destabilize the kingdom. Though he needed to break Roland's hold over Rosalind, perhaps Rosalind's place as a goddess among the people could be used to put pressure on Roland. They would be furious to know their goddess was being treated so poorly by the king, which would be quite effective he thought to himself. He would be forced to either improve in his treatment of her or let her go, either way her lot will improve. With a faint smile he turned back to the party and strode looking more like his confident self, now to find that aide of mine and get this operation going he thought to himself. I have a noble lady to save, and maybe take back Diddleton for her as well. Now where is Denton I will need his help for this to work.
Upon Finding Denton he approached with a smile “Denton my friend, how is life treating you these days?” he asked with a smile, “If you have a moment I’d like to talk with you, It’s quite important.” He added in a quiet tone as he tried to ignore Roland.
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Post by Comtesse de Tournay on Jun 25, 2014 1:06:11 GMT
Her Majesty Queen Rosalind Katharina Langton
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Roland suddenly stopped in the middle of their dance. The queen was taken aback, though it did not show. What was he playing at? Before Rosalind had an opportunity to speak, Roland pulled her in for a tender kiss. It was precisely the sort of kiss he bestowed upon her on their wedding day. He was thoughtful and slow, gentle and considerate, almost to a flaw. The others present in the room did not matter as the curtains were drawn. As their bodies pressed together, heat spread from her red cheeks down to her breasts and lower still. It was a heat that longed to be quenched by Roland's touch. He whispered sweet nothings, making Rosalind feel as though she were the only woman on the planet. Unfortunately, it had proven to be an act. Never again would Roland make love to her as he did on their wedding night. It was cruel to deny his wife love on a daily basis. It was crueler still to remind her in front of their guests.
"I love you", she said as he pulled away from the kiss. Pain was evident in the queen's eyes, for try as she might to hate Roland, the man would always have a spot in her heart.
As Roland mentioned his brother's sixth child, she fought the urge to run from the room crying in embarrassment. It was, indeed, a shame that she had been unable to become pregnant for so very long. Roland liked point out her flaws, to make her feel inadequate. It was how Roland managed to keep the queen in check, by destroying any sense of worth she might ever have and make Rosalind seek his approval. "You've never been there to dry my tears. I don't expect you to do so now", she whispered with a fake smile.
Soon enough, they stopped in front of Lazlo and Dawn. Rosalind embraced the woman. In a sense, she was jealous of Dawn. Lazlo had married her out of love and that same love gave them many children. Every single child was a blessing. Rosalind could never hope to be as happy as they were. "I must congratulate both of you on the birth of your little one. Praise be to the Holy Mother."
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I don't want expensive gifts. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and loved.
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Post by sempai ratte on Jun 25, 2014 1:26:06 GMT
After greeting Denton he turned to Cid and Erin "Greetings to you as well, forgive me for not including you right off. You might be able to help out as well with my plan." he said in a even tone, "That is if your willing to." he added calmly. "We should speak in private though, there are many ears about the room." he said looking about the room.
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