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Post by blessie on Mar 23, 2009 18:49:21 GMT 1
Bored, she was bored in every sense of the word as she carefully ambled through the narrowing corridors in search for some, any entertainment. Nottingham was far too dull to be the city so fabled for it’s courts that cold erstwhile be dead for all you would notice. Nobody enjoyed the city, nobody socialised nor danced or even talked in good humour. Silence deafened every dull corner, oppression seared and scorched the air, assaulted the senses as you walked through the deserted streets and so she has taken it upon herself to find entertainment in other areas. The only place, it seemed where exhilaration could be felt in even the most tangible circumstances were the towers. The spires towered majestically into the periwinkle sky, beautiful and splendour filled as she stared in awe from her vantage point. To any passing peasant or servant she seemed as an average noble yet on closer inspection she was adorned in a gown filled with too much grandeur and foreign that it couldn’t belong to any native lady. Her dress was a deep crimson and once more cut in the French fashion, revealing in its low cut and rich adornments. The dress itself was sheathed with golden gems and rubies over the hem, neckline and cuffs. Her pale locks were fastened within golden clasps, away from her face and yet shambolic as it was hauled into a bun with wisps left loose about her features. Within the ashen tresses, a coronet from her cousin lay atop the crown of her head; she looked every inch the beautiful dignitary. She smiled in self satisfaction as her breath shortened and the sky was visible against the winding stairs leading to the battlements. The coy grin widened as she eased upward, carefully moving toward the edge as she finally came atop the castle, the highest point in Nottingham where only soldiers and the insane dwelled. She gently eased herself atop the perilously thin barrier between herself and the sheer plummet to the ground, sitting content as she basked in the merciless sun as oceans of topaz light beat down upon her paled face. She couldn’t deny that no matter how agonisingly dull Nottingham was, it was truly beautiful. Rolling emerald valleys and glens sheathed with evergreen brush sculpted the vast landscape in every direction. Her eyes fluttered open as a cool breeze flitted pale hair around her ivory skin and she shrugged her form fitting bodice farther over her chest. She was finally content up her where only the majestic sunlight and everlasting breeze dwelled, a place completely devoid of human presence. Little did naive Blessie know what, or whom lounged round the corner as the faint shuffling of feet was absently heard and her head snapped up, eyes wary. It seemed all encounters in Camelot were based on shock and fear. She wished for once she could meet somebody without the inevitable wave of panic as her company was slowly revealed. ‘Bonjour? Qui est là?’ Her words faltered lightly as she breathed deep, eyes scanning over the stone stairwell to her right as the sun thrummed a gentle rhythm across her flesh.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 19:56:48 GMT 1
Noah was extremely tired, It had been a long day, there had been hangings for hours on end and Noah had to be there to view them all as he was the one who sentenced those dirty thieving peasants. Although he did enjoy a good hanging every now and then, 7 was too many for one man to view in a day.
He decided that a walk to the tower would be a nice break after his day. The tower stairs were long and steep and it took Noah a long time to reach the top, by the time he got there he changed his mind and wanted to go back down, but he heard something, It sounded like a woman was nearby. It might have been Lady Dorothy. He went to investigate. He came across yet another unfamiliar face, there had been many new faces around Nottingham the past few days.
"I don't speak German. Speak some English and I will happily reply"
Noah didn't like it much when people tried to communicate with him in a language he did not understand, It made him very frustrated.
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Post by blessie on Mar 23, 2009 20:26:45 GMT 1
Panic readily rippled through Blessie’s chest as a man; tall and imposing rounded the corner toward her and she allowed her breath to catch in her throat. She wasn’t sure what she was specifically feeling, after all being ]i]alone[/i] on a deserted battlement with a man such as that, that had graced her vision could either be a magnificent thing or wholly awful.
He was powerful, even by his stride as he neared her; his face beautiful and yet marred with displeasure and weathered age with graceful lines smarting the flesh below his eyes. She cleared her throat and heaved herself from the stone seat, shooting one last glance at the impending drop before her as she graciously inclined her head.
‘I don't speak German. Speak some English and I will happily reply.’
Blessie’s brow furrowed, her jaw tightening into an angry line as her eyes languidly trailed the mans body with scrutiny apparent in her features. Who oaf couldn’t understand the simplest of French phrases let alone net recognize the language itself? Even the peasant dwelling in the forest had known of what she spoke or at least guessed at the accent. She lightly cleared her throat, straightening her back as she met his eyes with an imperious glare. Who on earth was this man, this nobody to command her?
‘It’s French, I was speaking French; I assume most well bred men and women alike would have been tutored in it Sir, perhaps not for you though? I merely asked who was there; I was not expecting any company today.’ She smiled and inclined her head, smirking lightly as she carefully extended her had for him to kiss as was so custom. ‘I am Lady Elizabeth Clairvauè, heiress to the duchy of Clairvauè and cousin of the king of France. I am so very glad to meet your acquaintance my lord.’ A coy smile burned on her face as she inclined her head to the man before her before reclaiming her seat on the sun heated seat.
‘Who are you my Lord and what, pray, are you doing up here on your lonesome?’ Her thick, French accented words drawled melodically from her mouth as she smiled brightly, unaware of the impact of her self-righteous words. It had been so long since she had been in the comforting arms of a man, or even really enjoyed ones presence that she was simply basking in his aura.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 23, 2009 21:05:18 GMT 1
Noah did bother trying to pronounce her strange surname and so he just addressed her as Elizabeth.
"Oh, you do speak properly. Glad to hear. I am Noah Green, Chief Guard of Nottingham. Most guards and knights report to me before any action outside of Nottingham."
Noah attempted to make him sound as important as possible. He suddenly realized she had been slightly rude toward him, some people might have thought this was her bad English speaking but Noah did not like it at all when anyone was disrespectful to him.
"Excuse me, i was offered the lessons but didn't think it was to my advantage to take them as i don't ever plan to roam as far as France. There is nothing there to my interest."
Noah was quick in decided he did not like this lady, although she was rather beautiful. He had actually come to the tower to be alone, and was pretty annoyed to see he was to be stood there with another.
"Exactly that Lady Clai....Elizabeth, I wanted a nice quiet walk to the top of the tower after a long day and i was hoping to be alone, but i guess my plan of relaxation is to be ruined."
Noah was ready to walk back down the stairs and fine somewhere else to be alone but decided to make her leave instead, this was his spot. Why should he leave?
"So i guess you are leaving now then, ill let you be on your way whilst i enjoy the sunset"
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Post by blessie on Mar 23, 2009 23:03:04 GMT 1
‘So I guess you are leaving now then, I’ll let you be on your way whilst I enjoy the sunset.’ Blessie let a scoff worm its way through her lips as her eyes widened in response. Her back straightened, shoulders squaring up as she silently rose, eyes narrowing as she carefully met his gaze. How dare he? From the sounds of it he wasn’t even of noble blood or if he was then it would have surely been some minuscule estate in the heart of nowhere judging by his blatant lack of intelligence. Even herself who had barely been schooled in anything other than court etiquette as well as theology, English and writing knew better than to talk down to your peers. She was a future duchess, a lady perhaps even a Marchioness in the making, who was he to talk to her as a child. She might have been a woman but she still yielded more power than this pathetic oaf could comprehend. Her pale cheeks flared red with anger as she shook with unbridled fury, her voice when she spoke was filled with contempt and malice as she spat the heavily accented words into his presence. ‘How dare you? I am so far above you sir that you could climb the highest mountain and still not reach my family. I am royalty and your words are not only petulant but pathetic for a man of your age. I am a woman, an heiress and a lady and I shall not be disgraced.’ She seethed rage as she triumphantly wound her arms around her torso before falling back to the stone wall, skirts pluming around her. She slowly allowed a dull smirk to furl onto her features, calm and calculating as she turned her attention back to the dying sun before her. She had never taken such a fervent dislike to anybody before and yet this man’s incompetence and foolish bravado only fuelled her searing temper as she quietly raged against the stone barrier. Who would dare talk to her like that unless said person had lost their right mind? Blessie knew the blatant class difference that most civilians held in her presence yet she wasn’t overtly opposed to befriending the lower classes, after all she had been firm friends with her ladies and maids for years and their inherent lack of money never posed an issue. Yet this man riled her usually mild temper and it irked her. ‘I suppose you shall be leaving now sir, and you shan’t bother me again if you know what is good for yourself and your...and your famille.’ She winced as she faltered upon such an easy word as family still, her point stood and she wouldn’t be one to back down, not this time. OOC: Sorry it's so awful, my muse has died
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 24, 2009 11:31:24 GMT 1
Noah had his hand pointed out toward the stairs ready for her to follow his directions, but she did not go, instead she told him to leave, who does she think she is talking to him like that? He was too a Noble, well he had Noble blood, which gave him his very high status. He snapped his arm down by his side and he walked toward her, almost stamping his feet. He did not want to walk away from this, he could leave it at that, He had to win. He began talking to her in complete and total sarcasm.
"Oh I do apologize, Your Royal Highness, you are completely right, I am the lowest of the low, almost that of a peasant."
She then threatened him and his family, this made him absolutely furious. If there was one thing he hated more than disrespect fr him it was somebody bringing up the subject of his family. He had no family, or at least hadn't for at least 19 years and never wanted to speak of them ever again.
"You dare threaten me!"
He did not bother to bring up the topic of family.
"You may be Royalty but that will not stop me from having you removed from Nottingham. I don't care who you or your cousin is."
Noah tried not to be too big-headed, but it was not working he could not stand this lady and how she spoke to him. Surely she knew that he was not one to mess with.
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Post by blessie on Mar 24, 2009 12:56:38 GMT 1
‘You dare threaten me?’
Blessie scoffed and languidly moved her body upward so she was standing before her as a wince broke out upon her face as she realised with a stifled groan that the man was almost two heads taller. Yet, she couldn’t be out done; not by this man, this pathetic oaf that had so rudely proclaimed her a harpy of sorts. Elizabeth flexed her fingers to quell the tremble that wormed through her pale flesh. She wasn’t overtly sure whether it was fury nor fear that was jerking her body so although she assumed the former. No matter how imposing this man was or how threatening, he would hardly harm somebody of her calibre. Or at least she hoped not, after all they werealone and nobody save for a few royal courtiers knew she had taken to Nottingham.
‘You would dare rebuke me? I never threatened you, you fool, why don’t you just flit off away and leave me in peace.’ She hissed the words into his face as tendrils of ashen blonde hair fell before her pale eyes. Her beauty that was so plain before was marred with a flush of crimson, fury burning, searing her very flesh as she met his unwavering gaze.
This was not how she had planned this meeting to go, not in the slightest. The man was handsome and it would have been so easy to charm him, to fall longingly into his bed yet she had to open her mouth, or he had to open his. His arrogance was such an extreme deterrent that the thought of sharing this man was almost repulsive, almost.
Blessie was vehemently opposed to the mere idea of falling into his bed yet it had been so long since she felt the touch of a man that it was almost painful. It had been nearly three months; eight weeks and four long days since she had taken a personal oath of celibacy if not to forge more favourable prospective husbands. She groaned inwardly as his voice rang once more through the air, hard and cold; breaking her from her reverie.
‘You may be Royalty but that will not stop me from having you removed from Nottingham. I don't care who you or your cousin is.’
She smirked, a slow laugh worming its way from her lips as she raised a hand to quell the hysterics as she sang the words with a decidedly amused lilt. 'You overreach Sir! You are a glorified soldier and nothing more, and yet I am sure my dear friend Prince John would love to know how hospitable Nottingham is, something like that could cost you your job or life I suppose.’ She sneered and raised her eyebrows imperiously as she squared her shoulders and met his gaze.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 24, 2009 15:40:41 GMT 1
"flit off? okay i shall leave you and your strange words be, i cannot be bothered with your insolence."
Noah felt strange inside, something weird. He was strangely attracted to this woman who angered him so. He was beginning to respect her. Such a Lady had never stood up to him. He sort of liked it. It was different and nice. For the first time ever he had lost a battle with a girl. A mere girl.
Although he began to have feelings for her, he could not help but carry on arguing. he just could not understand how she could be so confident and speak to him like that. It was not right. She mentioned her acquaintance with Prince John and how she would have him put to death. This made Noah laugh inside, he was also a great friend of his and Prince John would do nothing of the sort.
" I will be seeing you Lady Elizabeth, enjoy the view, It may not last."
Noah turned and walked down a few steps then he turned back to see her once more before he carried on back to his chamber. He could not pursue a relationship with her, but that did not mean he could not look.
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Post by blessie on Mar 24, 2009 16:51:45 GMT 1
‘I will be seeing you Lady Elizabeth, enjoy the view, It may not last.’
Blessie let out an incredulous choke as the man backed away, words spiteful yet longing as he glanced down at her with curious eyes. She couldn’t believe it, that this man, this powerful and utterly cold man was backing down to her. She had yarned for it and yet it just seemed odd that he would after all pride emanated from his vey being and she was in his yes, and everybody else’s, no more than a foolish woman, beautiful yet nowhere near as useful as a male counterpart. She let a smile quirk onto her lips as he turned and took down two steps before faltering and turning his attention back toward her.
She let out a melodic laugh as she quirked a pale eyebrow, a smile furling onto her playful face as she cocked a hand upon her lithe hip, mending her body toward her pale digits. The man may despise her and yet she had seen it all too many times before; men were attracted to power, whether it be a job or a women who wielded the fire that they so adored. She in took a deep breath, cool air flooding her lungs as she eyed the man with heavy lids. It had been so very long as she allowed another coy smile to furl onto her pale features as he turned his back toward her and edged down the steps, narrow and steep as he slipped from her vision.
She dropped her hand from her hip, raising it toward the bridge of her nose as a growl wormed through her lips and a shudder racked her body. His gaze was so fervently intense that a light tremble worked down her spine as she groaned and with one final breath heaved herself down the fist few steps, faintly hearing the man’s boots against the cool flagstones as she effortlessly danced down the remaining steps to come toward a stop within the corridor below. Her breath burned as she took sporadic gasps, eyes scanning for any sign of the man that had so effected her not a few minutes ago.
‘Did you like what you see when you were looking?’ She smirked as she carefully rounded the corner, words not really focused on the disappeared man as her eyes sought him out. ‘Are you running away because you’re scared of me or because your attracted?’ she smiled, hands lightly pulling back at her bodice that constricted her breath that still seemed to sear against her lithe body as she fruitlessly searched him out, curious and still breathless; she just hoped it was due to the steep climb rather than the man’s beauty.
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 24, 2009 17:23:33 GMT 1
"I assure you I was looking back only just to see if you had anything last to say before i left. You seem to always have something to say. There was no admiration meant for you in that second i looked back, You have no need to worry. I was also admiring the view one last time as you have claimed clearly claimed the spot as our own and I probably should not return. So now that I have made it clear that I am in now way attracted to you, I would like to tell you that I am in fact already engaged to be married. Next week actually. To Lady Guinevere....Lady Wineberg!" Noah was rambling. He did not want to give her time to say anything else that made him seem small. This had been the weirdest of experiences for Noah. She really had made a big effect on Noah.
"If there is nothing else that you want to bother me with then i shall be off, you have kept me from some very important and urgent business. You should probably be getting home too as it is getting dark, it tends to get a bit dangerous for a Lady in the dark here."
He was still talking far too much and he knew it but could not stop. When under pressure he usually talked allot. But then again he was not usually under pressure. He was always the one pressuring people. He pulled his hands out from his pockets and out fell a small rolled up parchment. He did not realize he had dropped it though and put his hand out to shake Lady Elizabeth's but then quickly grabbed his hand back changing his mind.
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Post by blessie on Mar 24, 2009 19:41:18 GMT 1
‘So now that I have made it clear that I am in no way attracted to you, I would like to tell you that I am in fact already engaged to be married. Next week actually. To Lady Guinevere....Lady Wineberg!’
Wineberg, the name faintly etched in the back of her mind smarted her eyes with a red haze; not at the girl but at the man standing before her. Guin was a girl, barely older than sixteen summers it seemed yet this man could easily be her father. That, in itself was hardly an oddity yet the thought irked her somewhat; Guin was sweet and charming and this oaf was the polar opposite, almost cruel in his blatant intimidation, it wasn’t fair to the poor girl.
Yet there was a part, a small irritated part that was flooded with unbridled jealousy, how could the girl as young as she and as naive get a man so powerful as Noah? It didn’t make rational sense in the scheme of things, surely he would have chosen an older woman, a woman capable of loving hi adequately with her spirit already sufficiently broken? Why should this man choose a wife whose fire still burnt so fervently when a woman of her own age and standing was so readily available. With his looks and position he would surely have legions of women pawing over him, would he not?
Her brow furrowed in confusion as she turned her face to meet his, eyes wary as they sought his own. ‘She is just a child! Why would you pick her when you have legions of adoring women. Besides that though, I have kept the company of men who are engaged to be married and they are just as virile as the next, believe me.’ She sneered the last words as she met his eyes before dropping her gaze to absently scan the crimson gown that shrouded her lithe figure. She absently heard his words and as the silence pooled around them she carefully brought her eyes up, amused as a coy smile flitted onto her face.
‘You should probably be getting home too as it is getting dark, it tends to get a bit dangerous for a Lady in the dark here.’
She laughed, a melodic sound that etched the deafening silence of the topaz, candle lit corridor that stretched forever into the ominous darkness. She carefully inclined her head to the stretch of midnight tunnel ahead and smiled, eyes gleaming. ‘I’m staying in the castle, I came under the pretence that Nottingham would be enjoyable, I was thinking of buying a townhouse but I am no longer so sure.’ She smiled sweetly before glancing down at the hand he extended before he plainly snatched it back again. ‘My chamber is just down the hall if you ever get lonely and your new wife has flitted off to some knights bed.’
She laughed once more at his awkwardness before falling into a low curtsy, skirts majestically pluming around her lithe frame. Her brow furrowed as she tentatively reached out to clasp a tome lying absent on the ground. ‘Is this yours Noah? I think you dropped it in your attempt to shake my hand.’
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Post by Noah Green on Mar 24, 2009 20:20:33 GMT 1
"It is true, i have many women swooning over me, but none that match the beauty of young Guinevere. She has a fresh face and is untouched. I believe she would make a wonderful and loyal wife for me.
Noah stood up with his back straight and spoke of Guinevere proudly. He placed his hands back in his pockets slowly regaining his confidence after it had been so rapidly taken from him. He was again relaxed and felt as though he was as powerful as a God. His eyes grew smaller as he got angrier. She had insulted him. He was no the sort of man that would sleep around, or at least had not been that sort of man yet.
"What makes you think I am anything like those men, you are much too full of yourself lady. Ah the castle, a wonderful building. I think I will do perfectly fine without resorting to your bedroom thank you. I do hope you enjoy your stay."
Noah opened his eyes up again and smiled slightly as he spoke. His cheeks were now a bright red at this point from all his previous anger and his lip were bigger and redder from him biting them to stop him from releasing all his fury by shouting.
"Oh that, it is just...its nothing...I think it best if we call these arguments quits for the night and be on our way. My only hope is that is we met again it is under different circumstances. Good Evening Lady Clairvaue"
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Post by blessie on Mar 24, 2009 21:32:22 GMT 1
‘What makes you think I am anything like those men, you are much too full of yourself lady. Ah the castle, a wonderful building. I think I will do perfectly fine without resorting to your bedroom thank you. I do hope you enjoy your stay.’ Blessie narrowed her eyes as a light smile furled onto his face and she easily reciprocated the gesture. Rejection seared and smarted her mind and yet she wasn’t overtly saddened, Guin deserved better from her husband than him sleeping around in the least. She was almost pleased for him, almost if it weren’t for his unbelievable arrogance and utter unsuitability for the poor, naive, innocent Guin. Her smile faltered somewhat as she inclined her head toward the narrowing corridor leading towards her amply furnished guest chamber. ‘I do apologise, it is merely that every other man in both France and London take mistresses, it is an almost expected practice amongst the upper classes, my late husband took a mistress, it is common. Although I am glad the Lady Wineberg has chosen such a husband who respects his spouse so.’ Bless smirked inwardly, he would no doubt falter; it would be a miracle if he never took another woman to his bed, she hadn’t fully met a man that had stayed overtly faithful before. ‘I think it best if we call these arguments quits for the night and be on our way. My only hope is that is we met again it is under different circumstances. Good Evening Lady Clairvaue.’ Blessie smirked, the arrogant, incompetent fool couldn’t even pronounce he name; it was so exceedingly funny yet he was attempting amiability and she wasn’t one to break the uneasy truce. With one final curtsy, low and calmed she rose and smirked, before absently knocking his shoulder as she sauntered past him; utterly arrogant as she walked calmly down the corridor before taking a final, fleeting glance behind her; studying the mans expression before breaking into a laugh. ‘I’ll be seeing you later Monsieur Green, it has been my pleasure.’ She smiled coyly and raised her eyebrows poignantly toward her company. OOC: My muse has officially died
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