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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 6:07:52 GMT 1
Guinevere walked down the path of the town's square. She was kind to all living beings, yet her father was the complete opposite. Atleast he had allowed her to step foot out of the castle today. Her eyes roamed around as she took another step until a young boy had tugged on her dress. She glanced down and gave him a soft smile. "You call my dear boy?" She asked in a soft, calm whisper. He nodded and said - "You look very pretty today missus Guinevere, just like a Princess, yet prettier." Guinevere shook her head with her smile on and knelt down and replied with a whisper. "And you are yet a Prince, sire." She nodded towards his mother with a smile, the mother smiled back with a grateful look. Guinevere got herself up again and began to walk a few foot steps ahead.
She glanced at a nearby bench near the chapel and elegantly walked over and sat down. Her green eyes sat still on a cat that roamed around, she was daydreaming away.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 10:55:50 GMT 1
All morning Noah had been roaming the streets of Nottingham in search of someone to create an argument with, but whenever he walked toward someone they just quickly rushed off in the other direction. He liked this effect he had on people. It made him feel powerful and strong.
After walking about for a while he eventually ended up in the town square because he thought that it would be packed full of peasants to annoy , but instead he saw a young girl sitting on the steps by the fountain. Straight away Noah eyes were drawn to her dazzling beauty. He completely forgot about Lady Dorothy and decided to make this girl marry him instead. First things first. Her name. Then it would all set off from there. Dinner and by next week they should be married. Noah thought that his plan was fool proof and did not think about how she would feel about this and carried on with his plan.
"May i ask your name? I would like for you to join me for dinner this evening!"
Noah wasted no time in asking her to dinner. He did not exactly ask though it was more of him informing her she would be there. He knew sh would say yes as he was after all Noah Green, he was not one to be rejected. People that know him know that if you were to do or say something he did not like, it could end very very badly.
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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 11:07:48 GMT 1
Guinevere was lost in her thoughts until she heard the voice of a man speak to her. She glanced up at the man as she felt her heart skip a beat. He was drop dead gorgeous for a man his age. When he had asked her for her name she couldn't help but reply - "Guinevere Wineberg, sire. And may I ask for yours?" Spoke her calm, angelic voice.
She felt a kick inside her when he asked her for dinner. This was too much of a surprise. "As much as this is unexpected, but I would love to join you for dinner tonight." Her words just slipped out without her even thinking.
Well, the positive part was that he did look like a noble to her, and, her father would surely accept him and he would at least stop taunting her with his thoughts of marriage.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 11:42:07 GMT 1
Noah was not surprised she accepted as he was rarely rejected due to his good looks and power. Her name was most lovely, Guinevere Wineberg, a name like a god, and her voice, soft and sweet. He was growing increasingly curious to who family she belonged.
"You do not know me? Why I am Chief Guard Noah Green of course! I am ever so thrilled that you shall be joining me. I would like for you would wear attire that matches mine and i shall be wearing purple. You do own a purple gown? I find them most flattering to a ladies shape."
Noah tried not to seem too rude, although it was hard as he was generally a rude and out-spoken man.
"Are you new around here, i do not recognize your face, i'm sure i would remember such beauty, It rare to find such a young but beautiful face around here.
Noah knew that after tonight he could stop giving so many compliments as by then he would have her wrapped around his finger.
"Would you like to take a walk with me dear Guinevere"
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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 12:25:12 GMT 1
Guinevere felt a little exquisite when he said that everybody knew him. Noah Green? A chief Guard? Wasn't he a bit too old for her? Never the less, she did tell him that she would be joining him for dinner tonight and she Guinevere always kept her word. When he asked her if she had a purple gown she nodded quite hurriedly at his word. "Yes but of course I have a purple gown. Why wouldn't a young maiden like me not have one, sire?" Asked her voice in curiousity.
He was asking too many questions and it was sort of irking her insides. She just embraced a graceful smile and replied. "I've been living in Nottingham for fifteen years, sire, surely you might know my father, Bernard Wineberg?" Her father was a greedy land lord and nobody ever mocked him or their heads would be chopped off. Some say he was worse than the Sheriff himself. Her cheeks went scarlet red when he called her beautiful. "You flatter me, sir."
She nodded when he asked if she would take a walk with him. "That would be a spectacular idea."
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 13:07:26 GMT 1
Noah soon felt like he was pressuring her a bit much, and backed off a bit because he did not want to put her off. He was being very unlike himself and not even he knew why. She was a very young girl for him, probably half his age younger. Surely she knew why she was being invited to dinner, yet she accepted so she must not have a problem with him being much older than her. When she told him she did have a purple dress he felt slightly silly as all ladies own one, it would be a shame if they did not.
"I apologize. How silly of me, of course you have one."
Fifteen years? He had not noticed her before, He wondered how old she must be. Surely she was not only 15, she looked a fair few years older than that, but even so it did not change Noah's mind.
"Wait, how old are you exactly ?"
Bernard Wineberg, the name rang a bell, but only a small bell. He did not quite remember who he was but he did not want to admit he had no idea who he was.
"Yes yes, i remember Bernard, lovely man he was."
Noah smiled and tried to look like he was remembering nice memories between him and her father. It did not look very convincing. Anybody could have worked out he was lying. Noah began walking toward a street leading out of the square hoping that Guinevere would follow behind.
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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 13:26:12 GMT 1
She nodded gracefully as she began to follow his footsteps. She had caught up with him. She walked with her head bowed and her eyes staring at the ground underneath her. Everything seemed so fast. As if her world was passing by each minute, or even second.
"I guess you could say such things about my father if you were actually aquainted with him." She said while keeping her eyes still on the ground as she walked with him.
She then looked up to face him as they walked on and on. He then asked about her age. She gave a slight gulp. She was going to tell him the truth. She knew he was seducing her just to marry her. Anyways she was happy her father would shut up about marriage from now on. "Fifteen, sire, going on sixteen the week after this one." She looked away not wanting to glance at his facial expression, but yet she imagined it.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 13:54:04 GMT 1
He wanted look back to see if she had followed but did not want her to think he was to clingy, but he did not have to look to know she was following because he heard her light footsteps quickly catching up to him.
"Okay i admit, i have no idea who your father is. enlighten me please."
Noah was scared that when she answered his question about her ages that she would be younger than he thought. He was right she was younger, she had lived in Nottingham her whole life. He had not decided if he was bothered about her age or not and decided to carry on with the dinner plan and see how he felt afterward after all she was nearly 16.
"Oh, you are very young, but not too young for dinner so i shall send a horse for you later tonight."
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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 14:13:57 GMT 1
Guinevere heaved a sigh of relief as she glanced at him once more. "Not too young for marriage, I suppose." She muttered a whisper. She then glanced away as she felt another rush of redness run through her pale beauty. Sighing as she ran her fingers through her chocolate brown hair.
She halted at a complete stop and glanced back up at Noah. "I guess I shall seek you tonight, sire." She said gracefully. "I will inform my father soon, too." She nodded.
She heard the lightning strike. Goodness, it was raining. "I must flee somewhere safe, sir." She began to walk off.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 14:25:56 GMT 1
"Sorry, did you say something?" Noah heard what she said but did not want to mention anything about marriage yet. He thought it too soon. He had not noticed it was raining until she had mentioned it, he must have been completely zoned out because to seconds later there was lightening.
"But of course, i shall be seeing you later"
Noah was sad to see her go but had business to take care of before he was to go to dinner with Guinevere.
(shall we finish here and move the next post somewhere else)
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Post by rh on Mar 23, 2009 14:35:32 GMT 1
(Yes)
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Post by Sir Arvel Wineberg on Apr 20, 2009 22:48:22 GMT 1
Arvel stepped down out of the warm interior of his newly fired courage and gazed round the square. He pulled his rabbit furred cape tight around his shoulders as he squinted around looking for the familiar face of his daughter. His face was long with a furrowed brow and a hard set scowl which he unconsciously wore. His mind was clouded with far batter things to worry about so putting on a cheerful exterior wasn’t a high priority.
“Eamon, send word ahead let the sheriff know I have good news and will be there to deliver it shortly,” he said his low rumbling voice sparking the gangly manservant in to action, “there is something I must see to first.”
Eamon scurried off almost knocking a poor present woman over, her basket of pathetic looking carrots falling to the ground and rolling in all different directions. Arvel saw him self far too important to stoop to the level of a peasant and assist the woman by collecting her vegetables. Instead he turned his back to her and scanned the opposite direction for his daughter. I had thought it would be easy to find his daughter in Nottingham, sure she would stand out against the shabbiness of the buildings walls and its grubby town folk.
Sir Arvel Wineberg was one of the more wealthy nobles, lucky seeing as his grates passion was spending. Even with the land plunged in to a food shortage Arvel still liked to splurge out and on the most simple of things. Arvel however was not affected by the food shortage if anything he was making more money than before. He had invested in plots in France Spain and Italy where lands where cheaper and crops grew large and healthy. Nobles and wealthy folk of England where willing to fork out bags of gold for food and Arvel was happy to take it from them with out a seconds thought for the starving peasants at his door.
“Bring me my daughter Gilliam,” Arvel commanded his impatience rising as he glanced up at the sun that was fast moving above them. Arvel was not a man that was kept waiting and there where dire consequences for those who did.
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Post by rh on Apr 21, 2009 13:02:03 GMT 1
Guinevere sighed and sat down, thinking about what she had just been through. Was it love, or was it just plain old pain? Noah seemed like a fine gentleman, but would her father accept such a man of his standards? There, she sat there on the stair, for a long pause. Pfft, of course he would accept. She thought.
She wondered what her father was doing right now. Where he was at, and what he was thinking. Oh dear! He might be somewhere near here looking for her. Quite typical of him actually, whenever she was out, he always made one of his guards keep and eye out for her. There was no need for such foolishness, she thought as she leaned herself upon a wall while sitting upon the stony-like, narrow stair.
A few minutes later, at the corner of her green eye, she could of swore she had seen her father's guard, Gilliam. Just as she thought her one minute of sucessful freedom could get any better! Gilliam suddenly approached the young maiden, narrowing his eyes at her and said - "Your father requests to see you." Guinevere sighed, she understood, getting herself up.
She began following the guard. Yes, she would absolutely tell her father about what she had just encountered, and hopefully he would accept such a thing - hopefully.
They finally approached her father. Gilliam stood aside, while Guinevere didn't dare glance up at her father just yet. She simply bit the bottom of her fathomless lip.
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Post by Sir Arvel Wineberg on Apr 23, 2009 21:23:32 GMT 1
Lord Arvel grumbled as he passed back and forward, if he got rained on because of his daughter’s lateness he would not be happy. In fact he was already in a not so good mood. He had hired a servant to follow his daughter about supervise her and watch her every move the only trouble was this servant was standing right next to Arvel and not with his daughter. Not exactly what she was meant to do. He would have her punished for not keeping on his daughters toes.
The woman quivered in the shadow of Lord Arvel knowing all to well what was in store for her once he had time to hand out a punishment. Arvel was not lenient and it would be a whipping or a beating, being a woman would not hold his hand back from striking her.
“Ohh stop all you shacking girl” he said with out glancing back at her” It your own fault”
His eyes shot to his daughter as soon as he caught a glimpse of the fine fabrics she was dressed in, only the best for his little princess. Lord Arvel loved his daughter more than anything apart from maybe money but he was not the not to show his true feelings.
“About time, thought you would give me the slip did you” he said analyzing her expression,” What was so important you would forget we are having dinner with the sheriff?”
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Post by rh on Apr 24, 2009 7:58:21 GMT 1
Guinevere watched as her father shot his words coldly at the servant - and Guinevere felt ever so sorry for her, she couldn't help but glance away at the sight and keep her thoughts on something else than his cold words. She simply, yet softly placed her innocent hand upon her chest.
A few seconds later, before she knew it, her father was talking to her. She glanced up at him in a mere second. "No father." She replied quickly when he said she would give him a slip. "Not at all." She gave him an uneasy expressionless smile.
Oh goodness, the dinner with the Sheriff, how would she forget? She thought sarcastically in her mind.
She answered quickly knowing that it was wrong if she didn't. "Father, to that point, I met a man here, by the name of Noah Green-" She paused there. "And I can't go the dinner with the sheriff-" Again, a pause. She thought of her father's expression. "Because Noah had invited me to dinner tonight, too - and, well, I think he wants my hand in marriage."
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