The Lady of Falstad

Hello. I'm Griselda Berenger - well, Lady Griselda Berenger, if we're going to be formal. Feel free to talk to me, especially about my horses. (Independent RP blog for my Frozen OC. Will RP with anyone))

[teddyridgeley]

ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...

Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?

[ladygriselda]

The Present (theformerprince)

For the third time that night, Griselda asked herself if this was a good idea. 

She looked around. The inn she'd chosen wasn't particularly crowded, which was a mixed blessing. It meant less eyewitnesses, but it also meant she couldn't blend in. Still, she hadn't chosen it for discretion. She'd chosen it because it meant Hans wouldn't have too far to walk. 

Not that he'd have to walk back, of course. Waiting in the stable was a present she'd got for him; a young mare, recently broken in. Not the finest horse in the world, but not a bad one, either. Good-tempered, and quite pretty, in its own way. But the quality of the horse wasn't the part that worried her. Even the idea of giving it away didn't bother her that much, although she tried not to dwell on how much she could have sold it for. It was the idea of getting caught that was the real problem. That, and being stuck here after dark. The sun was beginning to set, and she didn't know how long Hans would take. 

Her message had been delivered, or so the servant boy had told her. He'd jumped at the chance to earn some more money, and she'd paid him handsomely to make sure Hans received the note. So, hopefully, he'd be on his way. She was sure he'd appreciate the horse. 

Griselda looked out the window again, frowning. 

Where was he?

[ladygriselda]

30 Days of Character Development, Day 21

21.) What would your character’s  cutie mark be?

Probably a horse shoe. 

[inboxideas]

Send me "So..." to hear what my character would say to yours after casual sex.

[weseltonmuttonchops]

"Hello... Dominik." She hoped she'd got the name right. "How are things?"

"Mm." Dominik glanced over his shoulder at the voice behind him, too occupied with his current task, repairing a gun rack, to fully turn around. That, or he just wasn’t interested in conversation. The guardsman was used to observing rather than speaking. "Busy," he replied gruffly, "but not unpleasant. I hope your day has been… safe, Miss," he ended with a questioning tone, as if to ask the woman her name.

[weseltonmuttonchops]

ladygriselda:

[weseltonmuttonchops]

Griselda hoped so, too. Falstad didn’t trade overseas, but the majority of her people’s income came from selling food and mutton to other, larger towns. One of those towns was Weselton. Griselda wouldn’t claim to be an expert on trade, but if this situation got worse, she knew it wouldn’t work out any better for her. 

"It’s a shame, really," she sighed. "He used to be so good at it. I remember when I first met him, he was so confident…" 

Lady Griselda was absolutely right: it was a shame, to see the man that had once accepted so many people, including a young Dominik, into his kingdom, now shutting everyone out and falling victim to his own paranoia. It very obviously pained the people of Weselton to look to their leader, a man once so bold-headed and proud it was thought that he could move mountains if he wished, and see only frenzied, frightened stranger left behind. Dominik found that he lacked a verbal response to express his… was it disappointment? Remorse? He wasn’t sure, and instead only sighed.

Griselda didn’t know what the guard was thinking, but he looked tired. Maybe he was. Not that she’d blame him. Her encounter with the Duke had left her feeling tired as well. 

"This is going to sound ridiculous," she said uncertainly, "but could you keep an eye on him? I know you’ll probably do that anyway, but given the state he’s in…" 

Without much hesitation, Dominik put a strong hand on Griselda’s shoulder and nodded. He could see the worry in her eyes and, though he knew not what to say, promised without words to her that he would do his best. A moment passed before the hand was back as his side, and he turned to stare back down the empty stairwell at he talked. “What is your relationship with the man? He is obviously very important to you.”

[ladygriselda]

Griselda hesitated. It was a personal matter, really. Not something she normally shared with people. But what harm would it do? 

"I met him at my father's funeral," she told Dominik. "Lord Berenger. I don't suppose you'll remember him. It wasn't the best time for me. I was an only child; when my father died, I was expected to take care of our estate and the town. I didn't have a lot of friends, because I didn't get to see people very often. Just spent my time at home, keeping an eye on my father. I was... like I said, it wasn't the best time.

The Duke helped get me through that. He listened to me, he gave me advice. He helped me get used to being around people again... people like us, that is. I don't know how well I would have managed in society if it wasn't for him. I'd lost touch with those people. If it wasn't for him, I don't know if I'd ever have managed to fit in. But mostly, I suppose he was just there. He was supportive. I won't say he replaced my father. No one could do that. But he was like my father. Do you understand?" 

[ryuvarg-blog]

[dastardlyhans]

"I’ll bet they’ll do more than just kissing".

[conceal-dont-feel]

"Can you believe it's January already?"

"No! It’s quite nice, winter has arrived and no one can blame me for it."

[ladygriselda]

"I imagine you're in your element." 

[martinamirandaphotography]

hunter portraits, the oaks 2013

[ladygriselda]

30 Days of Character Development, Day 20

20.) Does your character have any irrational fears?

Two. She's afraid of the dark, and has been ever since she was a little girl. She handles it a lot better now - she can tolerate going outside in the dark, for instance, if she has some kind of torch and someone she trusts is with her - but she always keeps her home well lit and cannot sleep unless she has a candle beside her bed. 

The second one is the ocean. This one started when she was around eight years old and accompanied her father on a trip to Germany. It was her first sea voyage. When she was on deck, she found herself watching the ocean. She was in awe of it. She was struck by how deep it was and the thought of what could be down there. Unfortunately, She leaned out too far, and would have fallen in if one of the sailors hadn't been close at hand. After that, she was less in awe of it and more afraid of it. The things that fascinated her - its depth, the creatures in it - became what scared her about it. You could argue that it's not irrational, considering how many ships were lost at sea, but the level she takes it to probably could be. She never goes on voyages unless she has to; and, when she does, she spends all her time below deck, trying to forget where she is. She only risked traveling to Arendelle by boat because she had no other alternative - and, even then, she was travelling with a friend. 

[ladygriselda]

[ladygriselda]

[weseltonmuttonchops]

"Hello... Dominik." She hoped she'd got the name right. "How are things?"

"Mm." Dominik glanced over his shoulder at the voice behind him, too occupied with his current task, repairing a gun rack, to fully turn around. That, or he just wasn’t interested in conversation. The guardsman was used to observing rather than speaking. "Busy," he replied gruffly, "but not unpleasant. I hope your day has been… safe, Miss," he ended with a questioning tone, as if to ask the woman her name.

[ladygriselda]

weseltonmuttonchops:

[weseltonmuttonchops]

It was a miracle that he hadn’t. Being without a single trade partner would, especially in the winter, most likely mean the starvation of the citizens of Weselton. “We still trade with the English from time to time.” His tone became grim as he continued, “we’ll see how long it lasts.”

[ladygriselda]

Griselda hoped so, too. Falstad didn’t trade overseas, but the majority of her people’s income came from selling food and mutton to other, larger towns. One of those towns was Weselton. Griselda wouldn’t claim to be an expert on trade, but if this situation got worse, she knew it wouldn’t work out any better for her. 

"It’s a shame, really," she sighed. "He used to be so good at it. I remember when I first met him, he was so confident…" 

[weseltonmuttonchops]

Lady Griselda was absolutely right: it was a shame, to see the man that had once accepted so many people, including a young Dominik, into his kingdom, now shutting everyone out and falling victim to his own paranoia. It very obviously pained the people of Weselton to look to their leader, a man once so bold-headed and proud it was thought that he could move mountains if he wished, and see only frenzied, frightened stranger left behind. Dominik found that he lacked a verbal response to express his… was it disappointment? Remorse? He wasn’t sure, and instead only sighed.

[ladygriselda]

Griselda didn't know what the guard was thinking, but he looked tired. Maybe he was. Not that she'd blame him. Her encounter with the Duke had left her feeling tired as well. 

"This is going to sound ridiculous," she said uncertainly, "but could you keep an eye on him? I know you'll probably do that anyway, but given the state he's in..." 

[dragonfruitdarigan]

Can we get this signal boosted please? I drew this pic and posted it like not even ten minutes ago (screenshot of canvas for proof) and this guy reblogs it as art theft and so I go on his profile, and he is literally reblogging almost any and all art that’s posted as art theft. I went into his archive. ALL OF THE ART is tagged as art theft. 

So I want to signal boost this to all my followers because its obvious he’s attacking any artist, no matter the skill level. Can We seriously get him reported or banned please? 

Can we please, PLEASE signal boost this? I think its immensely important :/

[thunderpibb]

its also hilarious that apparently his motto is no posing

[kyorous-deactivated20170131]

please signal boost!!! he has reblogged my (now deleted) picture and claimed it as his too and i rly dont want anyone else to get their art reblogged by him!!! he can cause misunderstandings to some people and this really isn’t ok!!!

[greengayfromspace-deactivated20]

YEAH i was talking about him yesterday

like signal boost this please

[arachnomatic]

…If they really wanted people to believe them, they probably should have stuck to stealing a consistent style… the “year review” picture made me giggle, sorry.

But seriously, fuck this guy.

[ladygriselda]

((Your face doesn't say that...)) *doing this OOC since you don't have anon option :P*

"Well, I… I might, but it's no one's business but my own."  

[ladygriselda]

Secrets Between Friends (Adara-of-the-flame)

[adara-of-the-flame]

Knowing the Duke, something like that would have depended on his mood. If he was having a good day, perhaps she could get away with it. But there was no way to tell, especially given how long it had been since they last saw each other. 

"Why don’t you write him a letter? If he replies and he seems forgiving, then it might be worth trying." 

I actually have been sending letters. It was something I told him I might do. Most of them are just small details about my travels. They were only sent one way, though, as I was never in one part of the world long enough to receive any from him. *Adara considered Griselda’s suggestion.* If I do make an appearance, I’d rather it be a surprise, as always. He’s used to that.

*She shrugged.* Besides, I’m not the one who needs to be forgiven. 

"Oh… I see." Griselda was tempted to ask what he’d done, but maybe that was too personal. Fortunately, at this point she heard the kitchen door opening. 

"Well, I hope you manage to fix things," she said. "Even if you don’t get back together, at least you could stay on good terms. Hopefully. I’ve seen people do it."

But…I don’t want things to just be on good terms. …I want things to go back to the way they were. *Adara looked up at the same time Griselda did, eyes switching from romantically forlorn to hungrily interested.*

I will say, that food smells good!

"It does," Griselda remarked as the door swung open. "The cook’s outdone herself." 

Once again, she wished she could give Adara some good advice. But Griselda had no experience with relationships, and she certainly didn’t know how to be in a relationship with someone like the Duke. All she knew was that, no matter how hard you wanted them to, things didn’t stay the same. All you could do was try and make the situation better. Or, better yet, make it as good as it once was. Like she was trying to do with her estate. 

Are you certain we’re going to be able to eat all that? *Adara marveled at the roast goose, happy to have some sort of break in the conversation.

[ladygriselda]

"Well, if we don't, the servants probably will." Griselda looked at the food in front of them. It didn't seem like much. A little more than she usually had, but she did have a friend with her. But maybe Adara wasn't used to seeing that much food. She shrugged and waited for the maid to finish serving them. 

[ladygriselda]

"Oh, nowhere. I just assumed it would be… unless it’s not a prince? I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of anymore. A lot of people seem to be romantically involved with men of a lower social class." 

[neverbotheredbycold]

{ ❄ } “Its not about that really—-“

[ladygriselda]

"Oh. I see. So what is it about?"

[ladygriselda]

((Who's your crush, Griselda...?))

"Um... I don't have one..." She said, hoping the look on her face wouldn't give her away.