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[lcdyoftheslain-blog]

“You look not like the men who oft visit   these shores.”

[simply-milady]

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Okay. Seriously, everyone must be drunk because you’re such quality and like I’m just punching the keyboard.

[krakensdcughter]

        “And what is it you want?” The man had a regal          heir about him, a king, a highborn, something like         that. Which would mean little to her, a man had to          earn her respect, not gain it because he held title.

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[nimueriesarchive]

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     –   ❝ I've heard it said that God is in the details. It's the same              with the t r u t h. Leave out the details, the crucial heart,              and you can damn someone with the bare bones of it. ❞

[silkandsolitude-blog]

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Sephira followed closely behind her Ladyship, it was the first time she was presented at the court in France and she could not deny the fact she was nervous. In comparison to the Lady Mathilde, she was dressed quite plainly, but she preferred it that way. Sephira knew the less attention she garnered, the less gossip about her circulated; and she knew how cruel people could be.

She had no titles nor claims to the throne, she was only here out of kindness. There was not many men like Mathilde’s father, taking in poor young women as wards. She owed her life to him and did her best to look after his oldest daughter. Though Mathilde was not the brightest of his kin, she was of the kindest of hearts and Sephira would not allow a cruel downfall become of her.

Sephira looked about the room already knowing the inquisitive stares of those trying to work out which noble family she belonged to. The embarrassment was hers but she could conceal it for as long as necessary...

[mcnsieur]

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It spoke levels on how bored Philippe was that he actually went out riding. He could only take so much of being cooped up inside, his brother was handling matters of the state, which meant he was on his own. Yet even the gossip of the court was severely lacking today. He had just returned from his ride, feeling disgusting. Yes he went through drastic measures today.

He was making his way back to his rooms, trying to avoid being seen. He was looking less than his best. Luck was not on Philippe’s side it seemed, when he headed almost directly towards the other, he stepped to the side, “Good day,” he greeted politely.

[diem]

      Iðunn huffed out a breath,  arms folded and lips pursed primly where    she sat opposite a too-big-for-his-boots security guard.       “How many    times do I have to TELL YOU?” she bemoaned.         “I wasn’t trying to    break in or spy or anything---     I was just climbing that tree because...    well, because it’s FUN.” Her interrogator raised a disbelieving eyebrow    and Iðunn pouted, sinking down further in her seat.     “Something you    clearly don’t understand, Chuckles,” she muttered petulantly.

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[iinionri-blog]

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     The English court makes her skin crawl. As if there      are eyes at every corner, ears listening to secrets      behind every wall. She’s been inside the palace not      five minutes and she already wants to escape. 

Still wearing her traveling cloak, she follows armed men unbidden through the hall and toward the room where she knows the rest of the court and the KING  himself lie in wait. Every inch of her is fighting the urge to crawl back to Ireland.

   “Your grace.”