Lucrezia Wrenne

Handmaiden to Goldie du Ga

[mademoiselleboullan]

[lucreziaslies]

jinnimaarid‌:

He wasn’t particularly expecting anyone to answer, but the woman’s words brought a bitter smile to his lips. “A good knock on the head also makes a person forget, but you don’t see folk going about banging on their skulls.” Or perhaps they did, what did he know? Maarid had only just gotten out of his bottle in a different time and in the wrong land. He looked back down at the tankard with a frown. “And for how long might someone have to withstand the taste to be able to forget?” 

“Depends on how much you’d like to forget. Usually a few hours until the taste becomes nothing, and then you can just keep drinking until you black out and wake up the next day not remembering why you’d started drinking in the first place.” Running a finger around the top of her own tankard. 

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accolondugal‌:

“Perhaps the princess would allow you time to visit,” Accolon suggested, knowing little of Lucrezia’s background but well aware of the pangs of homesickness. He had felt them for Gaul when he was trapped here, and he had felt them there when he thought of Morgana. With a smile, he admitted, “Not many, beyond the political necessities. Resting for a while is top of my list, I think.”

“Though that would be nice, I do not believe going back home would be the best idea. I have no family or friends left there, so there would be little point in me returning if only to see the scenery once more.” Wrapping her arms around her frame, Lucrezia looked up at Accolon with a warm smile. “The gardens on the south side of castle seem to be empty more often than not, if you ever need a place to relax, aside from your chambers, that would be the place to do so.” 

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

“Music? Are you a bard, then?” she asked curiously. “I’ve heard about princess Eleanor, they say she is as kind as she is beautiful, is that true?” Elsa glanced at the fabric the lady was holding, tilting her head to a side. “That one? About five sceats,” she said, thinking about the fabric’s thickness and length needed for a cloak. “Would you like to try it on?”

“No I am not, though I wish to become one. But, you don’t hear of too many women being in music.” Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Lucrezia felt a smile come to her lips. “It is true. Eleanor, I believe, has the biggest heart out of anyone that I know.” Pulling a pouch from her waist, Lucy pulled it open and then shook her head. “No, I believe this is the right one. I’ll take the cloak and the summer dresses that woman refused to pay for as well.” 

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

“I’ve never been,” Elsa hummed. She’s never been outside of Camelot, however, so it was hardly a surprise. “So what vocation did you choose instead?” she asked casually as she adjusted the things that were lying on the table. She always kept herself busy.

“I choose music, actually.” She said with a warm smile. She knew it wasn’t something that could bring a lot of money. At least starting out. “But, in the mean time, I’ve become a lady in waiting to Princess Elenor.” Picking up a fabric from the table, she smiled brightly. The deep purple reminded her of something her mother used to wear, holding it to her cheek she hummed at the softness. “How much would it be to have a cloak made from this fabric?” She questioned, holding it out toward Elsa.

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

Elsa smiled. “And where is home?” she asked, tilting her head to a side curiously. “Do you come from a family of seamstresses? I learned everything from my mother, spending time with her was the happiest part of my childhood.” She folded the dress in a trunk before spreading some pieces of decorative napkins on the table for Lucrezia to see. “I’m Elsa, by the way.”

“The country of Lothain.” She said softly. Letting her fingers run over a few fabrics, Lucrezia turned her head to the woman. “Yes, my grandmother, my mother and sisters all sew. I learned as well, but I haven’t stuck with it as well as I should have.” Picking up one of the swatches, she ran her finger over one of the patterns. “Lucrezia Wrenn, it is a pleasure to meet you Elsa.” 

[madlittleking]

You should know better

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madlittleking‌:

Lucrezia would have had no way of knowing it was Lot on the other side of the door, so surely that look of fear when she opened it was not meant for him. Still, her wide eyes were unsettling and he quickly fixed his gaze on something behind her. The way she addressed him was so casual it sounded almost like an accusation. “Miss Lucrezia,” he said with a curt nod, pointedly ignoring her question. He reminded himself he did not owe her an answer, he did not owe her anything. 

“I was recently informed of your presence at court, and I would not have thought to disturb you if it wasn’t for some unpleasantness I encountered among the nobles. It seems there have been some foul rumors regarding your past, and I wanted to inform you that they will no longer be a problem any more.” There was a sense of certainty behind his words, not of a man or a friend but a king, who’s words were meant to go unquestioned. “I trust those ridiculous lies about you won’t be a problem anymore. You can rest assured that your position in Camelot will not be questioned again.” He paused for a moment, wanting to say something more, wanting to ask. He didn’t. 

Was he, protecting her? Something didn’t feel right about this situation. Shifting awkwardly in her spot, she listened intently as he spoke. Her heart was still flipping in her chest. Lot was here. In Camelot. She’d heard talk of a man from Lothain that went around the courts. Lucy never expected it to be him. “I uh..” She opened her mouth to speak, but promptly closed as she stepped back. She wanted to talk to him. Needed to talk him. 

“Will you come in?” It was both a request and a question of hopefulness. There had been far too many things left unsaid at their last meeting. Words that she wished she’d said at the time. And to let them go unspoken now, she wasn’t about to let that slip through her fingers. 

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jinnimaarid‌:

Maarid couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a drink, but he was certain that whatever it had been it tasted better than this… ‘ale’ nonsense. He lowered the tankard with a grimace. “I don’t understand why anyone would willingly consume such a beverage.”  

Lucy looked up from the wine goblet she had in her own had, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Perhaps it is more they are trying to forget something, rather than enjoy the taste of it.” 

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accolondugal‌:

Accolon smiled, truly pleased for her - he was grateful for the care and friendship she had offered to his sister, who was often too isolated for her own good. “It is certainly a … special place in that regard, isn’t it?” he said, thinking about all the things that had drawn him back to the city. “Gaul will always be my home, but there is no where quite like Camelot.”

Letting her gaze drift to the horizon, a sigh spilled from her lips. “Sometimes, it makes me miss Lothain.” She said after a moment. It had been so long since she’d been back in her home country. Perhaps one day she would go back. Not that she’d probably be welcome back home. “Now that you are home, do you have plans?” 

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

Elsa showed her the dress hesitantly. “You don’t have to do that, but thank you.” Pity was the last thing she needed. “But if you’re seriously interested, I’d be happy to show you my wares.” Then again, she’d be pretty stupid to throw away a chance to sell some of her stuff, especially now that she lost a lot of money on this order. “Come on in,” Elsa offered, opening the door to her house for the other woman to enter.

Smiling softly at the woman, Lucy followed behind her into the store. It warmed her heart a little bit to be back in a dress shop like this. Letting her eyes wander over all the wears, she turned back to the woman. “I used to work in a shop like this, back home. I’m pretty sure my sisters and mother all still work there.” It had been quite a long time since she’d even spoken to her family. 

[madlittleking]

You should know better

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madlittleking‌:

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It didn’t take long for the King of Lothian to track down a certain handmaiden. After he’d ensured that the rumors of her past had been put to rest he’d decided it was best for him to inform Lucrezia of what had been said about her. He told himself it was a matter of propriety, that it was his duty to inform her of the foul lies being spread about her and that he ought to put her mind at ease. He did not tell himself that it was far more personal than that. They may have been close once, a long time ago; childhood sweethearts turned into young lovers until duty had forced him to push her away. While some might consider him tossing her aside and forcing her out of his life a cruel gesture that was not the way he saw it. There was never any future for them, and as he’d grown older he’d come to see their relationship for what it truly was: doomed. He had a kingdom to rule, and one day he would marry a royal. A queen. Honestly, he’d done them both a kindness when he ended it. He didn’t know what happened to her after that though. He’d always just assumed she’d gone on with her life, married some handsome young fool, spending her days singing or sewing. The last thing he’d expected was for her to turn up in Camelot all these years later in the same damn castle for that matter. 

Lot stood in perfectly still in front of the door, forcing down the memories like a lump in his throat. This was business. He was here as a king, informing an old acquaintance of matters of the court. With that in mind he lifted his hand to knock, when suddenly heard a sound coming from the other side of the door and he hesitated. It had been years, but she still sounded just as sweet as she did when they were younger. He couldn’t make out the words very well through the wood, but he didn’t mind. He’d never cared for lyrics full of lies. He’d never cared for music at all really. Except with Lucy. She could sing the most ridiculous tales and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he could listen to her. Her songs were amongst the few joyful memories he held. 

And then he knocked on the door. It was swift and loud and sudden, as if he couldn’t wait a single moment longer. The truth was he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to hear another note. Not when it stirred things within him he’d spent half his lifetime trying to burry and ignore. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking more defensive than formal as he waited for his past to open the door.

It was almost as if no matter how far she’d run, the rumors and gossip would follow. She knew she couldn’t ignore the voices and the stares for long. They would always be watching her. The nobles and the women of court. Those who didn’t know anything about it. Finding it right to take it upon themselves to measure her worth and her value due to some aspect of her life that they had no idea about. 

She’d finished her duties for the princess already. Instead of taking to the salons like she usually did. To sit and listen to the music that filled the hall, she instead choose to sit on her own. To make music in the privacy of her own chambers. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Lucrezia still living for her past sins and mistakes, holding the shame on her shoulders. Not that she saw her daughter a shame in anyway. She hadn’t wanted to start the affair. Certainly she hadn’t wanted to bring shame upon her new mistress. But, that seemed like it was the only thing she could do well. If the rumors spread to the Princess, she’d certainly lose her job. 

Lucy choose to do one of the few things she knew would calm her nerves. One of the few things she remembered doing for her daughter before giving her up. She sang. Lavenders blue dilly dilly....Lavenders green....when you are King..dilly dilly...I shall be Que-

Her voice cut short when she heard the sharp knock to the door. Heart leaping into her throat, Lucy knew it had to be the guards coming to escort her from the palace. Wrapping her shawl tighter around her shoulders, Lucy made quick haste to the door. Though when she opened the door, her heart all but stopped beating. Of all the people in the world, she hadn’t expected to see Lot behind the door. Her lips parted to speak, but nothing seemed to come of them. 

“L-Lot? W-w-what are you doing here?” 

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accolondugal‌:

“I am glad to hear it. And I believe she is.” Well acquainted with his sister’s stubbornness as he was, Accolon nevertheless did not think he would have been able to leave her behind if he believed she was truly unhappy or trying to mask her true feelings. “That’s wonderful - she is a very kind lady, as I understand.” Eleanor had been but a child, away in Cornwall, when he had first known Morgana and he had not had a chance to become properly acquainted with her, but he had only ever heard good reports of her character. “I hope you are happy, as well?”

“She is. She has a spirit about her that is calming.” Letting another soft smile pierce her lips, Lucy looked back toward Accolon. “Yes, Lord Accolon, I am very happy here. Honestly, I don’t believe I have been happier than I am in Camelot. My life has not been the best, but I have found myself within these city limits and the castle walls.” 

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

Elsa ran a hand through her hair, barely noticing the woman standing beside her. “That’s what I get for trusting my customers,” she groaned, only now turning to the other. “Yes, I, I’ll be fine.” She gave her a small smile, folding the dress in her arms with a sigh. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone willing to buy a summer gown on a brink of winter, would you?” she groaned in defeat.

Offering up the woman a soft smile, Lucy held a hand out to see the gown. “I’d love to purchase a new gown. No matter the season. Beauty is beauty it doesn’t matter me.” She hated seeing people in the town treated like they were nothing more than dirt. She’d been on the receiving end of such hatred before, and she knew how much it stung. “I’d be happy to take a look at anything else you haven’t been able to sell as well.” 

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camelotsownseamstress‌:

“No, wait you can’t just-…” Elsa ran after the noblewoman who just stormed out of her house. She held a dress in her hand, waving it in the woman’s direction, but she continued walking without turning around. The seamstress groaned in frustration, throwing her arms in the air, almost as if she wanted to shove the dress on the ground. “I have a child to feed, you know?!” she cried after the disinterested woman, not caring about anyone who might be observing the scene.

Lucrezia had watched the exchange from a distance. A basket of threads and needles clutched in her grip, a sort of vain attempt to try and do some needle point on a few dresses of her own. Biting at her lower lip, her heart went out to the woman. “Nobles always seem to think they can do whatever they want, just because they have money.” Lucy said loud enough that she hoped the noblewoman had heard it. Standing beside the seamstress, she offered the blonde woman a hopeful smile. “Are you alright?” 

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accolondugal‌:

“Thank you, Lucrezia.” Accolon smiled and offered a small bow as he recognised her, then continued leading his stallion into the stalls to remove his saddle and reins and begin rubbing him down. He could have asked one of the stablehands to do it for him, but he liked to do it himself; apart from the joy of just being able to do it himself again after so long, he found it both a relaxing and grounding task. A small reminder of the importance of taking care of all his responsibilites, no matter how menial.

Looking over at the handmaid, he continued, “I’m sorry things did not work out with my sister.” He had been surprised by Goldie’s decision to return to Gaul after everything, but she had been determined and he had long since learned the futility of arguing with her. She had promised to keep in touch and let him know if she needed him at all, and there was little else to be done. “She said other arrangements had been made for you, though? Are you faring well?”

“That is kind of you, Lord Accolon. But, do not feel sorry for me. Though I may not be her handmaiden anymore, I have gained a great friend. We do still write to each other. As long as she is happy where she is, It does not make any difference to me.” She said with a fond smile. Her attention placed back on the horse in front of her for a moment, the woman pulled an apple from one of the pockets of her dress. Intent on treating the creature before her. “Other arrangements have been made yes. I am now a Lady in Waiting to Princess Elenor.” 

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accolondugal‌:

After several months, Accolon’s physician had finally declared him fit enough to travel again. Almost immediately he had packed and ridden for Gaul; he had been away far too long and there was much to see to in person. It had been strange being back in his homeland for so long - there was a both a sense of returning to where he belonged, and yet the feeling that he had left his heart behind him in Camelot.

Still, the weeks there had passed quickly as he busied himself with dealing with all the matters that had built up in his absence. He stayed until he was confident enough that his steward could manage again with out him for a while, so he might return to Camelot and the people most dear to him. Now he rode into the courtyard of the castle, looking at the familiar scurry of people and felt again that odd sense of homecoming and yet not.

His men were still a little way behind him and he did not immediately see anyone he knew, so he dismounted and set to seeing to his horse.

She hadn’t been awhile from Camelot as long as she had thought she had. Perhaps it was the familiar sense of home, that made it feel like it had only been a quick trip to Gaul and back. Which it had been. She’d left with her Lady Goldie at the time, and returned when her dear friend and mistress had released her from her duties. Knowing full well that Lucrezia enjoyed being in Camelot more than anything. 

Having found herself now in the stables, tending to Princess Eleanor’s horse, she looked up seeing a familiar face. Granted she’d only met him a few times through Goldie, Lucy knew that Accolon had had a rough couple of months. It was nice to see him in full health. Dropping into a curtsey when she noticed him, Lucy lifted her head. “Lord Accolon, welcome back to Camelot.” 

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madlittleking:

His eyes followed her every move as she walked around his chambers. He felt oddly defensive, as if he was being compared to a boy he had been long ago, or a man he could never be. “Because I’m a king, Lucrezia,” he said slowly. “I have greater concerns than songs and smiles.” He didn’t have time to think about happiness, he had a kingdom to care for, a wife to attend to and an alliance to maintain. At her next words he looked away, finding no joy in the situation they found themselves in. “I am. Queen Morgause is my wife now, and I am in Camelot to sustain my alliance with King Arthur.” He should leave things at that. It was as much of an explanation as he owed her, but he couldn’t help himself. “And what of you? You mentioned your mistress. You are employed by one of Camelot’s ladies?” He shouldn’t be asking. He shouldn’t care. 

“Of course, you have a kingdom and people to care for.” Her eyes stayed trained on the floor, an old song they used to sing together started to come to mind. Letting her feet carry her around the chambers, she began to hum the melody. Something she did often to bring her a small sense of peace while she was in Camelot. When he station was questioned, her feet didn’t pause. Her gaze however moved to meet his. “I am. Goldie du Gal. I met her in a seamstress shop she happened to visit during her travels. We became fast friends and she invited me back to Camelot with her upon her return.”