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Post by davina on Oct 17, 2008 18:28:36 GMT 1
Davina had arrived in Nottingham late the previous night with a group of her fearfully obedient servants. She had out grown and moving from place to place had lost its novelty. It was time to settle in one place and build in power and money. The only problem with the place she chose was that Robin Hood lived on her doorstep. He would no doubt try and relive her of her valuables but if Hood thought it was going to be easy he was gravely mistaken. Since her last visit to Nottingham she had employed skilled servants all amazingly brilliant with a sword. If Hood though he could take her on then he was in for a nasty shock.
Davina walked over a large stone window in her room and gazed out over the city and to the forest. Where was he hiding? How did he live? Did he just live in the forest living off rats and other vile rodents? Some life, who would any noble person choose to live like that.
She was pleased her brother had given her a room with such a good view of the town. It made her superior being able to look out across the town and see all the filthy smelly peasants. Her plan for the day was to un pack her things see that he babies where well taken care of and have a important talk with her brother about the black Knights next move.
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Post by rh on Oct 17, 2008 18:35:49 GMT 1
Patricia suddenly walked into a room holding a basket of sheets, thinking it was the Dark Prince's room, since she was now labeled as his 'faithful' servant, that fool thought she was loyal to him, but after all she wasn't. But of course he didn't know that.
She quickly looked up finding an odd woman, she then noticed her as the Sheriff's wife, why wouldn't Patricia know? She remembered last month, when she refused to pay those taxes of her, they took her to the Sheriff's office to punish her.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was my Lord's room." She sighed, grumbling underneath her breath, hating this job more and more. [/color][/size]
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Post by davina on Oct 17, 2008 18:54:19 GMT 1
Davina’s head turned slowly as the girl opened the door and spoke whilst rubbing her temples. She could barley here what they girl was saying she was grumbling so quietly. The girl didn’t look like the servant kind and certainly didn’t know how to speak to her masters.
“And your Lord lets you speak to him like that “Davina said walking around Patricia looking her over. Well at least she was a woman. A woman was so much better than a man. Men found it hard to accept commands from a Woman in charge it threatened there manhood.
“ Could you have some one change these sheets” Davina waved her hand lazily in the direction of her large four poster bed “ these ones are just ghastly And I should like some wine. My head is pounding”
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Post by rh on Oct 17, 2008 19:03:46 GMT 1
Patricia's left eye twitched when the woman examined her and what she looked like, gulping. Her hand slightly twitched as well as this woman gave her such orders, treating Patricia as if she were her own slave.
"Y-yes, while I have these sheets, I could change them for you." Not bothering to use the terms mistress or madam in this situation. She began to change the sheets.
As the woman asked her to bring her wine, another hand twitched. "Terribly sorry, but I'm not the waitress around here." Patricia smirked underneath her breath.
Patricia was dying inside, she was sick of this place, being a servant. But therefore to pay her dues, she had to, or she would be sent to the work house where all the sicknesses come from. [/size][/color]
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Post by davina on Oct 18, 2008 19:27:13 GMT 1
Davina turned slowly on the spot and looks down her cold nose at the girl. These people that had no respect for authority irradiated her like a dog with fleas. Was she one of her brother’s servants? If she was then she would be sure to have her removed from the castle as soon as possible. Did this girl think she hadn’t seen the smirk? Davina crossed the room and picked up an empty goblet that sat on the bed side table.
“I have very little interest in what you are. Change the sheets” she said coldly and examining the inscription in the silver goblet “Tell me, who is your master? “
With out looking at Patricia, Davina walked over to the mirror to ensure her hair was in order before turning and securing a large leather whip to her belt. She had hopped she wouldn’t have to use it but with an outlaw like robin hood running loose she would no doubt have to use it with in the next couple of days.
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Post by john on Oct 18, 2008 20:27:30 GMT 1
Prince John had heard of Davina being here, after finding out where he easly made his way up to the room. He did not bother to knock, this was hi home & he knew that giving people wornings of his coming only ended bad.
He knew that he might have rethought, the idea of just barging in but then he was the Prince & carryied not what others thought.
His first words as he entered was "Davina, I heard you had returned" What ever else he was going, if there was somthing he was going to say died, what was Patricia doing here & Davina looked mad about somthing.
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Post by rh on Oct 19, 2008 15:53:25 GMT 1
Patricia was now feeling angst at Davina's words, for she could re-call that night at the Sheriff's office, what a night that was. She hated that wretched Sheriff and his foolish sister to bits, but these were only her inner thoughts and feelings, nobody could even think of the damage she can make from her outer thoughts and descriptions.
"Yes, I can tell you one thing, I know you, as the Sheriff's sister, Miss, has very little interest in what I am, I cannot stop you there." She spoke her words with respect, but with a hint of venom as she finished changing the sheets. She did not care if she was being disrespectful to this woman, but this woman had no power to tell Patricia what she was or what she had to do.
Patricia quickly glanced at the Prince, she gave him a light bow showing fake respect to him. She thought, by now, Davina knew who Patricia's caretaker was. [/size][/color]
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