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“A masque should be hosted in the Imperial Palace in the near future, do you not agree? I do so enjoy the intrigue such events bring.”
‘Must everything that passes deathward from your lips regard your concupiscent liaison with his Imperial Majesty, Lady Calabrese? ‘Twould not trouble me so if it did not blight my beliefs and fatigue me. Oh, Emperor this, Emperor that! There should be much more to a woman than the company she keeps.’
“I am afraid you can not go any further, His Holiness is in prayer and does not wish to be disturbed. You may wait, if you wish, but it could be some time.”
‘His Holiness knows I am expecting him. Surely, were you to inform him of my presence, a recess would be taken from his devotions. Of that I am most certain.’
Kazimierz had wasted no time before leaving his chambers, the dreadful journey from his homeland to Rome leaving him itching to breathe - to be free. After the multitude of years spent traveling and visiting fellow nobles and estates, he’d never managed to become quite so accustomed to the ride. Questioning his own sanity at the conclusion of his journey, the Grand Duke found himself strolling through large gardens. Mind wandering, it was only when he felt the hard press of a body that he realized he’d walked into someone. Steadying the individual before they fell, he quickly apologized,
“Please, forgive my clumsiness.”
Her thoughts astray and conscience aware of only the rampant foliage that surrounded and caressed her person in tender recollections of France’s exalted summertide, the Valois princess had been, to some extent, to blame for the collision that had supervened ; hand swiftly darting to grasp whatever necessary in order to brace herself. In vain were her efforts rendered, for her far smaller frame took the lion’s share of the blow, sending her staggering manifold paces backwards succeeding her plow into the Grand Duke. “Mon Dieu!” Slipped betwixt parted lips as her legs found their footing, and her eyes elevated to the man with whom she had unceremoniously acquainted with. Realising her grip remained ever-tight on his arm, she quickly and bashfully relinquished him of her hold. “I... I was truly not cognizant that any others had joined me in the gardens. Surely ‘tis I whom must beg your Lordship for forgiveness in my folly.”
Sometimes the French are simply better. France gave the world champagne, lingerie, French kissing. Their lunch is a two-hour endeavor and despite their rich decadent food, the French always eat in moderation.
QR.
“Surely, these prior engagements of which you speak hold no significance in contrast to my offer.” It was by her tone which betrayed her that he questioned the legitimacy of her seemingly other obligations. Nevertheless, his attention was averted at the mentioning of a French alliance. “Ah, yes. Your sister and I have conversed upon countless hours over the fate of our friendship. Charming as you are, she has convinced me France is worthy of mine own amiability.”
‘An offer made by a man I have only recent acquainted with, concerning entertainment of which I know naught? I can scarcely imagine the remit I would need deliver to my promised company; though I am certain if it were your Majesty’s will, they might be inclined to think differently.’ She remarked, the cadence of her words alight in jest as a sweet laughter danced across her tongue. ‘Allow me to swear to it personally that you could find no greater ally than my sister. Though she exalts our nation, the monetary value and public weal speak for themselves most boldly.’
‘Then I hope you may forgive my neglectful eye for not recognizing the most comely woman present at this fete.’ With a subtle bow, he watched Cecile approach him, the same fire in her eyes that captivated him times before. ‘Might I offer you a drink, Your Highness?’
‘It is a forgiveness I am most willing to broach, my lord.’ The Princess spoke kindly; a gentle breeze lifting the corners of her rosebud-lips upwards. ‘Now that you mention it, I believe I shall take a chalice, so long as I am not lonesome in the pursuit. ‘Twould be a shame to imbibe alone, would it not?’
|| OPEN STARTER
‘It’s a damned shame, the mass of resplendent dames in assemblage, accompanied by their unsightly suitors. Dare I say more an inefficacy than the liquor in supply that couldn’t match to intoxicate an infant?’
‘You are far too scrupulous for a night as jocose as this. There are many an unaccompanied, comely women that your gaze has neglected ; my person included. Perhaps you might cease your speculation of the ballroom long enough to proffer your forthcoming Queen a bout of the wine you speak so highly of.’
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“I came here because I have heard that this village has one exquisite church so I could not pass up the chance of visiting it,” she inquired with a smile. “Pray tell, what has brought you here, your Highness.”
“I fear my reasoning for being in such a place is not nearly as Christianly nor REVERENTIAL - though mayhap my generosity may be put into consideration. –– I have only come to recieve my governess, who has recently arrived from France. But now... my ladies and I are determined to appraise what little we might before my coachmen whisk us back to Court. Shall you consider joining us, ‘Highness? I should delight in the company.”
@ferdinandrex:
The last person Ferdinand expected to spy in a small tavern in the rough countryside outside of Rome was the present princess of France and future Queen of England. And what is more, that he himself was recognized wearing unassuming garb and an oiled leather travel cloak no different from the other rabble enjoying a good cup on an uneventful evening. He shot her a measured glance, an arched brow, and inquired in turn, “One might ask the same of you, Your Highness. Did your horse need a rest enroute to or from the Eternal City? Did your carriage break down in the mire of the poorly-maintained roads built a thousand years past? Or are you simply here for a bit of adventure and a perfectly vile cup of wine? Speaking of …” he turned and offered a large coin and a small pat on the rump to a passing bar wench, ordering two goblets of whatever passed for the crossroads inn’s best.
With stoutheartedness the equal of any man, Cecile met the disguised King with a corresponding glance, her eyes casting leadenly over his unassuming garb; her own, ever the antithesis, a conspicuous difference amongst the assuaged pigments that had been washed upon the tavern walls. “Do you harbor a perchance to exhaustively catechize women you meet at taverns vis-à-vis their reasoning for being in such a place, or have I found myself auspicious for having been among the fortuitous few?” With the lilt of her riposte did she offer a brilliant grin, nose furling towards the lecherous brusqueness that the King exhibited upon first encounter. “I suppose I shall consider myself fortunate indeed; though not wanting of a refreshment. My coachman shall return any moment now. And I am sure there is a woman amongst us who shall be much obliged to your offer.” A pause proceeded her decline. “I hope I have not bothered you, monsieur.”
‘This is certainly an UNEXPECTED rendezvous. May I ask what has brought you into the village? One does not oft travel far from the palaces without reason.’
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“All of the world’s GREATEST nobility, convening in a climate of such damnable heat that I doubt even Lucifer himself could abide it. Such a rare treat, for friend and foe alike to be gathered together in one of the holiest of cities.”
“A ‘TREAT’ for whom, my lord? ––– Lucifer, or those convening, mayhap? Surely it is just as entertaining to the spectator as it is to Your Grace.”
But was your father not the King of France? Surely he must have resented you both for being women.
HONESTY HOUR.
When my father was upon the throne he was a King in every respect. Perhaps then a pang of resent encompassed him. I do not know what made-up his inner sentiments. But there were distinct discrepancies between the man who sat upon the throne and he who pulled me upon his lap as we supped. He aws not my King then, no. A father.
What was it like growing up with your father? Did he resent you and your sister a lot?
HONESTY HOUR.
What within his humble daughters could a father come to resent? ‘Twas not our father who wished for us to be what we were not, it was our King.
“I had always heard he had the most dour of dispositions and I merely wanted to see if the rumors were true. And, as you know, my darling Cecile, I am always quite pleased with myself. Have no worry, I sung nothing but your praises. After leaving some an… extraordinary impression, as you call it.”
“I do hope you did not praise my name with the same tongue you used to impress His Lordship - for that speaks volumes on my part and frankly, I do wish to consider him amongst my allies once we set sail for English soil.”
