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@fayedemontfort
"The gardens are quite lovely, but I’ve yet to see the library. Is it truly grand?"
"It is! The walls are all overflowing with books and stacks of parchment that no doubt contain something that's interesting. I reckon you could even get lost in there, it's that big."
"Am I the only one that's utterly captivated by the court? I've fallen in love numerous times the last hour, starting with the garden and ending with the library."
Cinderella stills: 25/85
"Someone's coming, someone's coming!" Makenna, the main healer, stated, turning to look at Faye with a bit of excitement. It been quite some time since the lady in waiting had been in the healer's room - a few years, in fact - and now she was caught up on everything and was expected to heal the castle's residents once more. Faye leaped off of the stool she'd been sitting on and went to clear the bench that most of those who required assistance tended to sit on. Once done she pulled out two clean wash clothes before turning to fill the bowl she held with water. She stopped in her tracks once she heard a familiar voice, although she didn't turn around. She took in a deep breath before continuing to the bucket of cold water and dipping the bowl in it. Faye turned after a few moments, her dark hues wide and unbelieving. She forced herself to clear her throat after realizing that she was staring. "I - What sort of assistance do you need, sir?"
"I’m afraid we’d look a bit silly dancing together, I have two left feet when it comes to anything but careful waltzing, and you haven’t any shoes on." Anne couldn’t help a laugh. She was rather shocked by the lack of propriety this woman was showing, and she couldn’t decide if abject horror at her display or humor was the appropriate response.
"I highly doubt anyone'll be able to tell." Faye looked down at her skirts pointedly, allowing the other Princess to see that no one would be able to notice. "It would be painful if I was to spend the next few hours on the floor in those dreadful shoes."
royalsophia:
Is it me, or is being a Princess tiring? I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone, but I feel as if I’m a puppet. Do this, wear that, talk like this. It’s tiring.
"You're no one's puppet - and that's something we decided quite a long time ago." Faye's features lit up at the sight of Sophia, and she threw her arms around the much taller Princess. "I've missed you far too much."
theknight-cullen:
"That’s quite alright," he attempted to make light of the situation. "Good looks aren’t required on the battlefield. So it doesn’t mean much to me." He followed her the rest of the way down the hall, once again made aware of how large the castle was. It wasn’t surprising that people got lost so often with so many twisting corridors. At her second question he hesitated, and dropped his gaze to the floor, unsure of how to answer without coming off as some kind of bloodthirsty monster. He’d killed a man, yes, but not just one. The number certainly couldn’t be counted on ten fingers. “I’ve fought in battles many times since my recruitment into the order, even had some experience beforehand——though that’s another story entirely,” he paused, looking her in the eye, mostly to see any reaction to his words. “I have killed several men. But never without good reason.”
The answer to her question was clear once Cullen's gaze switched from her to the floor, and her thick brows furrowed at his reaction. In truth there was nothing wrong with him having killed someone, seeing as on the field it was either the person in front of them or death, but she still found herself wishing that perhaps things could have been differently. Faye nodded at his words, deciding to keep any emotions that she felt to herself. "I'm sure that you wouldn't have done what you did without good reason. It comes with your occupation, and I'm... happy to see that your injuries from the field are minor."
kingmarrok:
A tinge of embarrassment flowed within him. The young king could have sworn he’d seen someone—or something, but for all he knew it was just another rat. His blue eyes scanned the area ahead of him, provoking a soft sigh to emerge out the corner of his lips before he turned back towards the lady in waiting. “Oui… these travels can only leave a man so weary.” The corners of his lips twitch into a small smile, kind eyes hovering over her own. “I do hope that did not discourage you from continuing this conversation, ma dame?”
"I - no, of course it doesn't." Faye turned her head ever so slightly just so that she could if there was someone behind her that she could've missed, but she saw that nothing had changed in their surroundings. "As I was saying, your highness, your presence here could be interpreted in many different ways, all due to the war that is waging out of these walls. I wanted to let you know, since I want no harm to befall you or any of the other French residents here."
ofenglishcrowns:
"Nothing for you to worry about, dear."
"I've known you since we were children, Elizabeth. We share our own struggles with another, and every experience we share is meant for the both of us to worry and speak about. Please, what is it?"
theknight-cullen:
Cullen kept his eyes ahead after they’d ascended the steps to the halls. He listened as she struck up idle chatter, correct in his assumption that there’d be at least one question in there somewhere. He didn’t mind. Instead, he turned his head to her and ran a finger over a long scar that ran up his lip on the right side. “Dangerous work,” he muttered. It was the most noticeable scar on his face that hadn’t faded like the others. “I do have plenty more, scattered here and there. Some have stories and some I’ve forgotten. This one upset me most when it happened, though,” he gave a slight smirk and tapped the scar, which picked up with the rise of his lips. “I always hope my enemies would at least have the decency to avoid my face.”
The lady in waiting exhaled sharply once she noticed the scar he pointed out. She was unable to believe that she hadn't noticed it before, seeing it was near his lips, but she pushed that thought away. The only thing she could think about was how the scar hadn't faded over time - which of course meant that the cut he'd had there had to be deep. "If it helps, I didn't notice it. It might be more noticeable to you since it's, well, your face." Faye stopped speaking once the two were at the end of the hall, and she turned to look at the two other halls they stood ahead of before choosing the right one. Once she was sure that she'd chosen the right hall, she tilted her head so that she'd be able to see him while speaking. "How often have you fought on the field? And have you ever, er, killed a man?"
believe me, they are all looking at you
"I knew I'd find you like this." The blonde walked across the room, stopping once she was at her queen's side. "What's on your mind now?"
kingmarrok:
"Are you just going to lurk in the shadows?"
"Lurking?" Faye's brows shot up in confusion, and she immediately turned to see if someone was standing behind her. Once she saw that no one was there, she couldn't help but give the man in front of her a bewildered smile. "No one's here, your majesty. Unless you're seeing something that isn't exactly visible to me."
theknight-cullen:
"Yes, that makes sense," he exhaled, looking back at the soldiers and bringing his voice to an authoritative volume once more. "You’re all to report to Captain Rourke in ten minutes and continue the drills. I expect to see some changes when I return!" He turned away from the training ground, returning his attention to the woman. "I did ask him about something to help with scarring a while ago. He must have finally gotten it right," he spoke, his voice a bit softer now as he gestured in the direction of the healer’s quarters. "Lead the way, Lady… sorry, what was your name?"
Her gaze drifted towards the man that she was able to tell was Captain Rourke, and she took in a sharp breath before turning from Cullen so that she could direct him towards the location that waited for them at the castle. "Then that might be what he has waiting for you. He even has some cookies, freshly baked and all, with it. I think he hopes that they'll help you forgive him for taking so long." She stopped talking once they reached the stairs that led them into the halls, and she gathered her gown up in her hands, pulling it up so that she wouldn't step on the delicate cloth. Once the two were in the halls she resumed speaking. ""Lady Faye, but I prefer Faye. Seems less formal and more, well, human. I've always found knights... impressive, you could say. I used to even admire them when I would visit court, prior to becoming a lady in waiting. I used to help heal their injuries, and almost all of them seemed to have quite a lot of scars." She turned so that she could look up at him, her nature becoming inquisitive. "Do you have a lot of them? Scars, that is?"
