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@maiitresse-blog
“Come now, put more effort in, I feel as though I’m fighting a girl. Not a woman. A girl. “
‘’ Hey, don’t you see I’m trying ! I ask you for help so you can show me how can I defend myself when my beloved is nowhere near, not for you to throw such words at me ! “
“Are you alright down there?”
‘’ I can’t remember the time I was better “ she replied, offering him a sly smile while trying to stand up. She couldn’t remember when was the last time she fell of her horse - he must have been scared off by a snake in the grass. But she was quite sure she didn't fell gracefully.
hm-charles-of-france:
“Of course it is, I wouldn’t lie,” He said, taken aback for a moment. He watched her, frowning at the change in the emotions evident on her face. Crossing the room, he came to stand beside her, reaching out to touch her waist in a bid for her attention. As she began to speak, he scoffed and shook his head. “Any sort of economic downfall France has faced is on myself, not you,” He told her, his hand reaching up to brush against her cheek lightly, resting there. “You are guilty of nothing but this…formality that you stick with now; you need not address me as such in private quarters such as these, you know that as well as I,” He added, his tone soft.
His soothing touch on her waist brought her comfort she was longing for. Lips tugged into a sly grin, she turned around, drew her chin upwards to get closer to him. It was the first time Victoire brought up the topic that seemed to be always present on her mind. And it was. ‘’ Oh, Charles... ‘’his name rolled off her tongue slowly like if she was tasting every single letter, her pale, yet warm hand found a way to his neck, fingers dancing carefully between bare skin and material collar. “Those rumors... every word spoken against me, and therefore against you and your decisions... It’s unbearable. The fact I could bring you any sort of displeasure ... “ Victoire spoke, gaze slid to the floor, emerald eyes covered with the fan of her black lashes once again; her hand was slowly mowing from his neck towards his colarborne, but the lack of the eye contact made her in some part unavailable for him, as she was awaiting his next move.
‘’ Your grace. I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I am lady Victoire. “
duchess-cecily:
It was her intention to go the library, but as she passed down the long hallway that divided the palace into two parts, she heard the violin in the music room. Its sweet and peculiar tones she thought she had somewhere heard before; it was, at most, a very faint recollection. It stole over her mind, amidst the anguish of her present events, like a celestial strain, soothing, and reassuring her.
She stopped, tiptoed over to the door, then opened it cautiously. ‘’ I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.’’ A smile turned up the corners of Cecily’s lips, and her eyes sparkled. Stepping inside, she walked up silently. ‘’Oh, you just play so wonderfully.’’
‘’ Thank you... “ She smiled genuinely, for the first time since... forever, at least that’s what it felt like. ‘’ But, well, I’m just learning, my... “ My lady? Your grace ? She didn’t know who that other female was and what titles to use. Victoire herself found it hard to learn all those titels by heart, but she knew her own : she was a mistress, politely called by those around her “ a lady “ . If someone was polite, but somehow she was surrounded mostly by those who were lacking that noble feature. “ I do not believe we have been properly introduced before. I am Lady Victoire of French Court. “
scottishrcse:
despite the certain hardness she held, eleanor, like almost any other, enjoyed music. it had a way of easing the tension she carried on her shoulders.. of making it so her chest was no longer tight and that was something she appreciated. “please, do not mind me.. i do, however, implore you to play again.. if you would not mind.”
Victoire looked at the other woman and blinked few times. She sat down on the ornate chair, as big as throne itself - Charles ordered to made it for her. In fact her whole chamber was filled with gifts for him. In deep silence she was looking at the blonde female, with shyness in her gaze; something was telling her that she’s quite important - well, she possesed some royal features in her angelic face, that is for sure. ‘’ Of course, my lady, that would be my pleasure, but let me know who I’m playing for. “
We're either going to die or get arrested for trespassing.
@victoriastuart Mystery RP Starters
‘’ ah, you’re afraid,aren’t you? Come on now, your grace, few minutes ago you told me you’ll be leading the way - this house is long abandoned, it’s time for us to find out are there any lost souls living in it… “
chantilly-rose:
With a nod, the princess was mere seconds away from exiting the room and a situation that she dearly wished she was not in. A few more steps and Rosie could calmly and happily continue to avoid Victoire for days, perhaps weeks, before they’d have to be in the same room again.
But she didn’t make it out the door.
Victoire’s words hit against her back, the shock and anger rising within her just as quickly as it might have if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water onto her back. She spun, eyes narrowed, “Excuse me?”
She was nearly incredulous that Victoire would even think she should say such a thing so politely. As if the princess were to simply turn and comment that “Oh, papa is just busy.” or “Perhaps you should talk to him about this, dear.” As if Rosie would calmly shrug and accept that her former friend and handmaiden was owed an ounce of her father’s time and energy after she’d imploded the whole of her family.
“Find it in yourself to show me some flickering remnant of respect and never speak of my father to me again.”
Victoire frowned, tightening her red lips into a tiny, fine line. She watched the other female intrigued, like one observes a new species of butterfly flying above the freshly bloomed flowers. For a long moment she did not speak, and her whole posture did not move an inch.And then, suddenly, a playful grin curled her lips; she parted it slightly as if she was to laugh out loud, yet no sound escaped her mouth. She yet once again touched the strings of the gift Charles offered her and placed herself on her new chair, made of oak wood, as big as a throne itself. ‘’ I do not like your tone. “ she said, tilting her head, gazing at Rosie with intensity of a viper spotting a mouse. “ And when I don’t like something, then your father doesn’t like it either. So should I tell him that his daughter came here to lecture me, as if I was still just a maid, or should it stay between us, girls ? “
lafemmegenevieve:
Genevieve didn’t quite understand why she and her old friend had parted ways, she thought that they were too close to ever be able to sever their ties all together. She supposed she had been wrong — perhaps the luxuries of her new title filled her head, and she disposed of anyone and anything that didn’t benefit her. When the girl spoke, her voice laced with excitement, Genevieve smiled a little bit, “I wouldn’t mind talking for a bit.” She said as she took a seat across from her old friend, immediately slipping into their native tongue, “Comment ça va, Victoire? (How are you, Victoire?)”
‘’ I remember times when I was feeling better, not so long ago. “ she replied, frowning. Her joyful grin disappeared from her lips, completely. She had mood swings quite often since she came to England, and once could suspect she was with child. Victoire crossed her hands on her flat belly, hidden under corset, thinking how wonderful news thing that could be, but... No, it was not that, she would have known... ‘’ I’m trying desperately to find something that would be interested enough to keep me busy. And what about you, darling ?”
ladyvanessaharker:
“I can only imagine. What would you say is the most beautiful thing about France?” she inquired wistfully. Vanessa longed to travel and see the world, and she’d heard so many lovely things about France. “I’m glad you’re finding it pleasing enough so far. Oh, I’ve hold had the privilege of exchanging greetings with her. I’m not exactly high up there on the priority list for the eligible ladies here. That makes me sound so boring, I know.”
‘’ Most beautiful thing about France... Uh, French women, obviously, if you can’t tell just by looking at us ! “ She giggled loudly, her ladies were laughing along with her. ‘’ No, my dear, you are not boring. To me you’re not boring. But tell me more about you. How did you ended up on the court ?”
hm-charles-of-france:
He watched as she seemed to move away from him and he rose an eyebrow slightly before setting his wine glass on the mantle. “You most certainly deserve the flattery, for it is not a lie,” He said, watching her go towards the window. A small smile curled on his lips as he watched her, crossing over to lean over the back of an arm chair, still not going towards her. Something seemed off about her and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “You hardly do a thing to bring me anything but joy, Victoire,” He answered.
‘’ Oh, is that really true ? “ The female's brows knitted together for a short moment, some kind of sorrow and concern beheld upon her countenance. She turned her eyes to look at the gardens behind the window, biting on her bottom lip. Her proceeding words were carefully chosen, concern evident in her quiet voice. “ I know many on the court speak against my name, but from time to time my curiosity leads me to listen to the rumors they are spreading. It is said that due to the generosity you’re offering me that our homeland’s economic isn't in the greatest state. “ She managed to look at him “ Tell me, your majesty, am I really guilty of that... ? “
send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse
Mystery RP Starters
" This place has been abandoned for years. I wonder why? "
" Did you hear something. "
" SHH! There's someone in here. We're not alone. "
" Is it just me, or did it just get really cold suddenly? "
" HEYYYY, MR SPOOKY GHOSSSST, COME ON OUUUUUT! "
" We're either going to die or get arrested for trespassing. "
" Why did the train just stop? "
" Who turned out the lights?! "
" Something. Is grabbing. My leg. "
" Where did that scream come from?! "
" We're going to die, we're going to die... "
" You're acting kinda funny. I don't like that look you're giving me... "
" There was a body. Where did the body go?! "
" I-Is that a dead body?! "
" How did he/she/they die? "
" Why did you kill him/her/them? "
" So you were a witness. Tell me, what did you see? "
" Is that blood?! "
" My head feels weird... I-It's all going dark. "
" What do you mean, there's someone beside me? We're the only ones here. "
" This doesn't make sense. "
" I think we're being lied to. "
hm-charles-of-france:
“I’m glad to hear that your lessons aren’t being wasted,” Charles spoke up when Victoire noticed him finally. He’d entered while she was playing and didn’t dare to disturb her and instead had taken a seat near the hearth, a glass of wine in his hands. He’d never enjoyed playing himself but he did like sitting and listening to other’s. He smiled and rose, setting the glass down before crossing to her. “You played wonderfully.”
‘’ Oh, my lord is way too kind for me, I do not deserve such flattery “ she replied, lowering her eyes humbly, as she put down her instrument. For a moment her fingers were moving through the strings, careasing them gently, as if they were touching a hand of beloved who she was longing for desperately - Victoire fixed her eyes on him and moved towards the window, l eaning against the window sill. There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements and a softness in the smile she offered her King. “ But I’m glad I bring you joy in someway... “
dukeofcresswell:
Williams eyes adjusted to find a red headed woman, one with the air of agitation familiar to that a snake coiled to strike. Of course her hardness only served to soften and polish the duke’s demeanour further. His voice carried a smoothness through the stables, “i’m not sure I would advocate for such adventure through the castle grounds at night time unaccompanied milady”. There were of course the city’s standard drunkards wandering about, but more dangerous than that may be those with hidden involvement in the attacks. He smirked at her question, “avoiding dull and forced interaction inside the castle.”
‘’Your interest in my well being is flattering, my good lord, to the point I almost feel like I do not deserve any of it.“ She replied with her tone sharp and ironic, raising a corner of her lips in a smirk. For a short while she was fighting with a saddle that she wanted to put on a horseback; it’s been a long time since she had to fetch her horse by herself. Finally she gave up, letting out a frustration in a quiet growl that escaped her lips. With blush on her usually porcelain - pale cheeks she turned to fix her eyes on him, yet once again. ‘’ Oh, how come... I’m trying to avoid that type of interactions as well. That led me to stables,so it means horses are more thoughtful, kind and interesting that those fools we ought to call politicians. “ she stated with a shrug.
rhysofwales:
Rhys sat back in his seat, his head tilted to the side, assessing Charles’ mistress. Was she playing the same game he was? Of politics and espionage. He doubted so but her innocent inquiry did raise questions. “The Queen is her own creature. Whether or not she meets my expectations truly does not matter. If we were but common folk…I like to think that we make each other proud,” he said, his voice carrying a tone of affection that was almost always hidden away. He smiled at Victoire before delving into a slightly heavier topic. “Expectations are easily made and met as opposed to disappointments. Nonfulfillment usually has a sharper edge. So what do you fear most, lady, if I may ask?”
Oh, a woman in my position can fear of only one thing : loneliness, she said to herself. The thought of Charles leaving her, out of boredom or out of foolish affection towards any other woman make her mouth dry, shivers running down her spine.A soft, almost angelic smile still remained on her lips, brightening up the two identical emeralds that her eyes were often describe by those who came close enough to her. ‘’ I fear that... I won’t be able to know more of world, before I lose my curiosity about it. You see, my good lord, not many have the luxury of seeing more than the town they live in. I have that now. I want to use it to the fullest. “ She replied. After a while she added : “ I envy you, your majesty - forgive me for those words, but... in my eyes you seem to be untouched to the words of others, almost immune to their opinions about you. How do you do that ? Or is it a secret a simple woman like me can not know ? “
Loving can hurt. Loving can hurt, sometimes ———- But, it’s the only thing that I know.
