lady of the lake

so lovely was the loneliness of a wild lake ➳ kathleen sinopa nadeau ➳ lady of canada ➳ training physician

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heartxfireland‌:

Frantic was all around as the guards started to swarm the people into groups.  It was frightening to hear the cries of families and loved ones being separated in a life threatening situation where goodbyes would not be given a chance.  It wasn’t long until he heard the cries of his daughter call from a near distance within the circle which gave the Irish King a sense of relief that she was nearby and then felt sudden fear that she could be hurt.

Then his attention was averted by a woman crying desperately to get past the guards stating that she was a person of medical help.  Declan reacted fast to the woman beside him, “Miss, I beg of you to stay with us, there are children with us who may need your help with the smoke if need be.”  The bearded man said as he pointed to a small child crying in the arms of another masked man.  “And my daughter… Princess Caitlyn of Ireland is nearby and I cannot let anything happen to her!”  His blue eyes read panic as he looked at the woman next to him.

it wasn’t long before another man joined by her side. she had thought for a moment that he was there to try to ask the guard questions as well but instead he turned to talk with her. “that’s what i want to do. i have supplies back in my infirmary that could help if that happens.” kathleen told him. “out here i barely have anything. i don’t even have any water or anything to help.” even with no supplies she would do her best to help the people around her. it frustrated her knowing that it would only be a quick trip down the hall to her supplies, yet the guard in front of her barely even glanced at her nevermind listen to her. though her thoughts of running to grab her supplies left her mind for a moment when she could see the man panic beside her. “sir,” she said reaching out to hold on either side of his arms. “breathe, panicking like this is not going to help you or going to help find your daughter. the guards are here, they have us protected. if they won’t even let me leave for supplies, they certainly won’t let anything happen to your daughter.”

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xfortdesprit‌:

 gregoire seemed unmoved by the fire and sudden panic that broke out, in a way he remained unnaturally calm and collected throughout the situation, however is was rare that he reacted now days to things with everything that was happening in the world, this just appeared to be one more disaster after another. part of the man felt as if this was going to happen and in a way he was ready for it. gregoire watched other in this time, for people tended to do what was instinct rather than what was thought out in times of distress, and it was an interesting situation to observe. 

 gregoire followed the orders of the guards as they were all guided into the safer part of the palace. even in all of the chaos he still went relatively unnoticed. he could have chosen any group to go along with, yet something pulled him in the direction he chose. as he stood off to the side while other were gathered into the courtyard he heard that familiar voice and turned to see kathleen with one of the guards. he noticed the look in her eye and soon he was by her side, his eyes studying the same space she kept glancing towards before his blue hues settled on the guard, 

 “they will not acknowledge you, but perhaps i can provide distraction for him if you think you can slip by and be back in enough time to go unnoticed. though are you even sure that this is not an attack and that it could possibly be unsafe to venture off alone? even if the intention is to aid others?”

it was becoming very clear that the guard was not going to bother to listen to anything she was saying. she had no idea what it was that was keeping him from listening to her. it could very well be he was done listening to all the other royals whine to him. all she wanted to do was just yell at him that this wasn’t like that. she had a job to do and she couldn’t do that just standing around like this. she had been so focused on trying to figure out a way past the guard that she didn’t notice gregoire until he was next to her.

turning back to her friend there was a desperate look in her eye. “yes, i can get there and back in no time. i have a bag already all set up for emergencies like this. i just need a few minutes.” kathleen told him. reaching over she held onto her friend’s arm for balance as she took off her shoes. the heels of her sheos would only slow her down as she tried to run to the infirmary. “if it is an attack they wouldn’t have us bunched together like this. we’d be too out in the open for some kind of attack.” kathleen mused. her grandfather was a great warrior so she had spent many nights talking over his battles with him, she only hoped that knowledge would help her out now. “even if it is i’m fast and i can handle myself. you don’t call me the fox for nothing.” she reassured him. “i will be back soon, i promise. please, i can’t just stand around while people need my help.”

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“please sir, just let me past!” kathleen said as she tried arguing with one of the guards. “my infirmary is nowhere near the fire. i need to get to my medical bag to start helping people who are hurt.... hello?” it was no use, the guard barely even looked at her as she talking to him. her eyes darted between him and the open space next to him, her fingers itching to just make a break for it.

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xfortdesprit:

 from where he had been standing it was easy for gregoire to see those who approached him, so as she came towards him his focused expression broke to a half hearted smile that managed to form more clearly as she came closer. despite locking himself up in his chambers no amount of time could prevent him from being glad to see an old friend, specially when she very clearly dressed up for the event. looking her over once before bowing somewhat in a greeting he smiled more charmingly at her. though he had no real intentions of staying at the ball long, it was extremely hard for him to turn down such an offer. specially when he knew it would relax her in her attempts to find her place with these other royals and nobles. taking the glass he nodded to her request. there was no question, if she wanted his company she had it. 

 “pardonne mon absence petit renard, i have had to do some reflecting on my own. it is a lot to wander these halls and hear all yet hold those secrets inside for a better day. I heard news of hope, and figured it was a good time to resurface and see what sort of difference i can make in the rise of such spirits. You look stunning tonight my dear friend, I would be honor to accompany such a woman during this time of celebration, perhaps it will ease us both being around such the likes of other nobles and royals here.”

“you never have to apologize to me about those sorts of things. i know how they can take a toll on people. you dive into your work head first much like i. we all need a break from this....” she said motioning back towards the bustle of the party in front of them. “you keep all those secrets locked away in your head though, which is your danger. i know it is not your style but if it took some burden off your mind you could tell secrets to me matunaagd. i would keep them locked away for you.” it was an offer kathleen made completely willingly. she was no one searching out secrets and hidden words. she had her own work that drove her passion but she knew what drove her friend were those little conversations that people thought were told in private, yet were being overheard. so, making the offer to her friend to listen to the secrets he collected was motivated only by a need to help ease her friend’s mind.

looking down at the blue dress she had picked out for tonight, she couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. while it may not be as extravagant as some of the dresses around she still felt rather beautiful “why thank you. and you are looking very handsome yourself. always forget how nicely you clean up.” she teased, taking a sip of her drink. “being around always helps to ease me, especially on a night like this. i would be a complete liar if i said this was my first drink of the night.” she said finishing off the wine quickly.

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xfortdesprit:

it had been some time since gregoire had left his chambers. he had remained in the confines of his own space thinking over some things that had been pressing his mind as of late. though once word of the mascaraed ball had reached his ears, he had made up his mind and surfaced once more from the shadows of his chambers. the duke of france was not one to dance, let alone at such events, however he had been out of the circles of secrets for a few weeks now and the information he had once gathered was old and potentially outdated. he was not one for mascaraed however he did make an appearance none the less. the duke stood off against the wall. 

even if he wore no mask he still would have remained a fairly unknown face to most that now resided within the walls of the palace. which was exactly what he wanted within a room full of other nobles and royals. he was anonymous to most and this gave him the capacity to observe the others and gather what he could while they let their guards down during a time of celebration. the mask only gave him the chance to remain unknown to those who had already become familiarized with his face. it was the ultimate opportunity to gain insight on those settling within the walls for his beloved country.

attending events like this were very important for what she was trying to accomplish. at least that’s what kathleen’s father kept telling her. the more she could be out with all the other royals the more they might see her as an equal. maybe tonight that could be true since barely anyone could recognize each other. although she felt as if her tanned skin seemed to shine compared to the fair completions of most of the people in the room. but that could very well easily have just been in her mind. but, there was a certain freedom to tonight that kathleen found herself relaxing slightly. plus they did have something wonderful to celebrate. 

as she wandered the party, most might have passed by the man standing slightly away from the crowd. but instead she headed towards her mystery friend. a mask couldn’t hide a friend she’d known for years. “do my eyes decieve me or is my matunaagd finally come out of his hiding?” kathleen smiled. snagging two glasses of wine from one of the servants passing by she offered one to him. “do i get the pleasure of your company tonight or are you to busy working for a friend?”

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ofpsvches:

To hear that a nearby area had been cleared of plague should raise anyone’s spirits. After all, they were all there at the palace to find a solution to the worldwide epidemic. He should be glad that things seemed to be looking up, especially with a child coming soon. However, his mind had been filled with other troubles. How were they going to keep clear areas clear? What of the other areas? What was he going to do about Friđa after their fight? They had not spoken for days. He sipped from his own glass of wine. His black mask was perfect in concealing the way his brows furrowed behind it, the silver trimmings enough of a distraction for those who did not know better. Standing at the balcony in silence, he only spoke when he heard footsteps approaching. “Let me guess –– fresh air?”

tanned fingers clutched her glass of wine in her hands as she made her way through the crowd towards the door. the young lady just needed some fresh air then maybe she could manage to head back inside. stepping outside kathleen let out a sigh. “get me out of there.” she mumbled to herself in her mother’s native language. looking around the balcony she hesitated for a moment as she noticed someone else standing there. with all the masks and her somewhat small knowledge of who some of the royals were she was unsure who the man was with her. “yes, and much needed right now.” she said moving to stand next to him. “i’m always one for a good party but this one is a little...well overwhelming right now. but out here is very nice. what about you?” kathleen asked.

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taking in another long breath kathleen took aim at the target before letting the arrow fly. it took only a second for it to hit her mark on the practice target ahead of her. her grandfather had taught her archery when she was a little girl and she always found she had a skill with it. lately she found it a great way to help clear her head on a rough day. she knew it wasn’t the most “lady like” thing to do but anything to help right now was dearly needed. grabbing another arrow from her quiver, she stopped when she heard a noise behind her. she turned towards the source of the noise. “coming to join me?”

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winstonhohenberg:

The head that wears the crown is the heaviest. Winston had spent most of his life with phrases that his father and mother said to him to keep him grounded. Both were gone now, but their voices lingered – rolling around in his mind. The morning had lifted into a hazy and warm day, and desperately needing to find both clarity and reprieve, he went to the stables. His stallion, Pluto, was standing on the cross ties while the King methodically groomed him. There was never a hair out of place on the stallion. Picking up his hooves, Winston pulled the bedding from the insides and examined the wall of the feet for a moment. He preferred to keep his hooves sharp, the borium melted onto the iron proved a little more grip. Placing the foot down, Winston glanced up to notice that he had company. “Needed some space to clear your head, too?”

today was one of the few days where kathleen was lucky enough to have the day off. after spending so many days inside she was dying to get back outside into nature. after wandering the estate for sometime she found herself down by the stables. she could see up ahead she wasn’t alone, as someone else took their time grooming their horse. she thought for a moment to keep going but the stallion was absolutely beautiful. turning back she walked down the path towards them. “a bit, yes. and it’s such a lovely day outside.” she smiled. “i actually was admiring your horse, he’s beautiful. he reminds me of the horse my grandfather rides.”

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vehcmencias:

                  the voice she heard from afar, eyes only focused on the gardens beyond the windows, in an attempt to distract herself. she still wore her night gown, she had yet not brushed her hair, for it became impossible to proceed with the amount of sickness she felt. beside the bed laid the evidence for her visit, a stains of the meal she had upon waking up. it happened almost everyday and today in particular she got simply tired of it. her lady allowed the woman to come in, before ushering those who had been cleaning to leave momentarily. “ it is getting too tiring, i am afraid. will it persist? ” she said, without giving any explication whatsoever.

when kathleen had been called upon she had been given only very little detail of what was wrong with the queen. as she walked in the room, her eyes traveled over to the handmaiden who was just finishing cleaning. with the queen’s somewhat new marriage and with some of the details she’d been given it wasn’t hard to guess what was probably happening. but still, she needed to be gentle with this encase she was wrong. moving over to her window seat she wasn’t sure exactly how to ask. in the end she figured there was no point in beating around the bush on this one. “i beg your pardon your grace if i am incorrect...but are you pregnant?” 

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kinglxrenzo:

He nodded his head and gave her another look, “You don’t look like most physicians.” He chuckled as she said she didn’t know him and decided to have some fun with the woman who had no idea who he was. “Just call me Lorenzo. That’s all that’s import. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have not been to Canada. What’s it like there?”

“no i suppose i don’t but that’s not too much of a surprise to me. some of the others do a wonderful job at reminding me of that.” she said, smiling mostly to herself at the thought. “and you don’t look like just a lorenzo, but it’s a pleasure to meet you as well” kathleen said playing along. she assumed he was some lower ranking noble, no idea she was talking with a king. “canada is beautiful. i’m very lucky that i’ve gotten to see the many different sides of canda than most other canadians ever will in their lives. and everytime i’m there i feel like i discover something new. it really is wonderful. what about you though? where are you from?”

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xthencbles:

“yes.” tobacco between her fingers, eyes wandering over the woman before her: pretty, certainly. seemingly smart, too. “something to help sleep, if you will.” nights of calm rest were long behind her. whilst frances cared so little about the events surrounding them, she did find herself horribly homesick.

the smell of tobacco filled the air around them. while kathleen was not a regular partaker in it, the smell did remind her of home. it was surprising how quickly something small like tobacco could suddenly bring her back in her memories. “ahhhh, of course. right this way.” she said motioning towards the infirmary. heading to where she kept her supplies she looked back over towards the woman again. “i don’t believe we have met before.”

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thcrnsnrcses:

HE THOUGHT IT WAS nothing at first, just a thorn that he would get out later. He should know better than to walk barefoot in grass patches he was unfamiliar with, but then again he was too blinded by the feeling of softness against his feet to even think that whatever plant he stepped on was out to get him, or more specifically the sole of his foot. As time passed, and walking became more difficult as the thorn refused to budge, he had no option but to go to the infirmary, limping into the room. “I think I got a thorn in my foot which might be infecting. I can’t get it out myself,” he explained with a soft sigh to the lady.

well it was a bit of an usual case, it wasn’t something she had never done before. actually it was a bit of a relief from some of the other tougher cases she had to worry about this afternoon. “of course, we can get that fixed for you.” she said moving to help him into a chair. bending down she carefully removed his shoe to get a look at the problem. “well you certainly stepped on quite a thorn there. good news is that it isn’t too infected, just looks more irritated than badly hurt.” she told him. the physician stood back up to grab the tool she would need, though suddenly she let out a small laugh. “did you ever read that story of the lion with the thorn in his paw when you were little?” she asked him

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taintedsanity:

“i hope that is all it is,” julien replied, taking a seat once she told him too. it is not foolish for him to think it might be something worse than just a cough. especially with his immune system being as bad as it was. he looked at the line of people waiting to see one of the other doctors across the room and shook his head. he knew exactly why they choose not to see kathleen and yet it still amazed him. in such times, they should accept help from anyone they can. besides, she had taken care of him every time he had come in for a visit and he never had any issues with her. maybe he had a better understanding of her than most did. after all, he knew what it felt like to be looked down on. “Notre-Dame de Paris,” he replied. “I am not usually interested in novels involving romance, but this one is not too bad.”

“well you don’t look like you have gotten any worse since the last i saw you, which is good. has anything else been bothering you besides the cough?” she asked him. reaching over she placed her hands on his throat, gently feeling for anything out of the ordinary. “nothing feels swollen, though i’m sure it hurts from all of the coughing.” moving over to the small fire place she had going in the other corner of the room, she put some water over it to boil. the young physcian was not foolish enough not to notice the smaller amount of people that came to her than the other doctors. everyday she worked to prove herself and to her it felt like everyday she gained a little more respect. “notre-dame de paris, i have heard of that one. the man in the bell tower, yes? i’m not afraid to admit i do love a good romance story. when you finish you will have to tell me if it’s worth my time reading. i trust your recommendation.”

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tristanruffo:

“you are a lady whether others would like to admit so or not. and as a guard, it is only polite to say so.” tristan shifted, pulling his shirt back up from when he had allowed it to fall. “i believe you said you were a physician in training. however, given the circumstances, i would imagine that it still counts. so if you don’t mind.” he gestured to his bruised side, a teasing smile on his lips. he was always happy to make small talk and teasing remarks with the royals or those of high status, if they were willing to shoot it back to him that was. 

"well i thank you for being polite but like i said it is my job. in training or not i am a medical professional. but if you would like to try to do it yourself then it's all yours. though, it probably won't be the most comfortable." kathleen teased back. sure, maybe wanting to help him out here had two sides to it but ultimately it probably would be better for her to do it. taking off the cork to the small bottle she placed some of the oily liquid onto where his bruise was. "i apologize if this might hurt a little bit but i do need to put a small amount of pressure on it." she warned him before pressing lightly on the skin. "should i tell the other guards you might be out because of a bruise?" the physician smiled.

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it was very rare for anyone to be calling on kathleen like this. sure, people came and visited her in the infirmary and she helped them there. but when it came to personal calls like this she almost always expected for one of the male physicians to be called. maybe that’s why there was a little jittery of nerves running through her stomach. clutching her medical bag tightly in one hand, she knocked lightly on the door.  “pardon me, but i believe i was called for? may i come in?”

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winterflourished:

         if rosemonde was usually well aware of others, she could be much worse of those who were hers. “indeed, mon chatte,” the queen smiles proudly, the nickname coming out of her lips more affectionately than it had been on its origins – it has been too many years since she has known the girl though, and not to be swamped by her father constantly made her company easier to be appreciated. “you are getting good at this, aren’t you, kitty?” she has always been good at it, rosemonde had heard it from the head physician, perhaps a little bitterly – it was always amusing to see hilde, too, be taken by human emotions now and then. “you can certainly use the practice you can only get in here. these foul airs…” the eldest tsked softly, before looking at her subject. the girl could be better than most, but rosemonde still knew better than this. “have you seen hilde?”

kathleen always had conflicting emotions when she was in the presense of the queen. she knew she should feel slightly scared, and she was. she was around a woman who could end her life or change it completely with a snap of her fingers. yet, she had grown up in the court. she had grown up around the queen and emilie that kathleen felt comfortable with them. and she could only hope they felt the same and the affectionate nicknames she gave her was always a nice reminder that they did. "i like to think i am. i've almost finished all my training. won't be long now until i can call myself a full fledge physician." the smile on her face was wide thinking about that day to come. "i saw her earlier today but she said she was meeting with someone later. is there anything i could help you with, your majesty?" she asked her.