#lmsr:starter

[thekingsbashtard]

"I haven’t exactly had a very good day...” The Duke begins, a sigh falling from his lips. Tired. Worn. In fact, he hadn’t had a good day since Francis died, but he cannot quite go about telling that to everyone. Swallowing, he closes his eyes and takes in a breath. “...okay?” He adds, not a moment later, his gaze meeting that of the other person’s.

[wistfullongings]

Being lost in thought was not something foreign to the young girl anymore, no, she was constantly thinking of ways to improve her current situation. Being so helpless made her feel like she was losing herself because she had always been so strong. Now she felt like the world was crumbling around her, the strength she once had slowly dissipating. It took a minute for her to realize someone had spoken to her, but when she did, she turned her head so she could take them in. "What was that? I apologize, I was preoccupied."

Had this person pulled her from her thoughts the last time she had been at court, her tone would have been rude, but now she didn't have it in her to feel the same anger that she once did. Her brother's banishing of her had taken every last piece of strength she had stored within her frame. Now she just felt empty.

[nicholas-richerd]

“—there’s no cure for being a cunt...” the words blurt out, sarcasm dripping through each one of them; sometimes he has no filter between his brain and tongue it seems, but the Commander has never been known for neither his tolerance nor for his talent to mask his words with mock flattery or for being a skilled conversationalist (altogether). if anything, most people do consider his honesty to be rather blunt, coming even when unwanted or at times when he could simply lie in order to please his discussant’s ears; but this is not him, never will be. and yes, he does show respect and pays it where it is due, but lying to please has never been a gift of his, so to speak.

[xleithbayard]

It was raining. Leith’s hair stuck to his forehead, droplets running down his cheeks as he prepared himself for the night. The last shipment of food was put safe, and for all he knew Jonathan (one of his former friends) made sure of the plague of rats - gnawing onto everything they could set their teeth in. After lifting the last basket of fresh fruit, putting it on the counter for any night snacker, he yawned - his job was done for tonight. Swiping his brow, he stretched his back - snorting now the rain had given him a runny nose.

Waving the ladies a sweet goodbye - still gossiping about the other girls and whatnot - he packed his stuff, leaving his apron on one of the counters for tomorrow, knowing he would have to be around at breakfast time; yet not to work, but to eat. No longer did he have to work as a kitchen-boy, or a servant, for he was now the kingsguard; the task set on him by order of King Francis II himself. However, he would help around his friends any time they’d ask for him - rarely giving a damn for all those calling him insane. Leith wasn’t a show off. Now he’d become friends with the king, being one of his favorite guards, he remained all the same; or as Greer liked to call him: cheeky. All the same, for now he simply wanted to lay back and have a little drink; peeking for a fine bottle in the wine cellar.

[charlesixdevalois-blog]

—it is mid-noon and the young prince strolls through the castle grounds in an utmost inappropriate state. Charles’ appearance was nothing befitting for a man of his standing; it was clear that he had not slept at all and he was obviously intoxicated. oozing with the smell of shitty wine and cheap beer.

[andreamullins-blog1]

     /what kind of a ridiculous wardrobe this person must have/

his facial expression gave away his thoughts but it was no issue, they couldn't know what he was thinking about, only that he is thinking something which isn’t nice at all; at any rate, they cannot tell him a thing, he said no word and he didn’t gaze right on them;      “my friend;” the greek blond said and bowed slightly before them;;    “a great pleasure it is to see you again, indeed;” he smiled a little

[littledanae-blog]

The moon was at its peak in the sky and behind the doors she passed, people regained their strength and energy with a good night sleep. She too wished that she was back in the servant's room, sleeping the night away. But that was not the case, she was still on duty and would be so until the sun switched place with the moon. As she walked down the hall she got that feeling of being watched wich made her look over her shoulder. Though she could not see anyone or hear anything - so she kept on walking. But yet she couldn’t shake that feeling of her shoulder. A sudden sound made her turn around swiftly. “Is anyone there?” her hands clenched around the fabric on the side of her simple dress as she searched with her gaze for the one guilty to making her heart rush nervously.

[unscrupulousthespian]

“I must inquire, do you take a break when speaking to breathe or do you just keep talking?”