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@thesecond-son
“Do you always burst into other people’s rooms without a warning? I don’t believe I’ve ever met someone that actually did that regularly.” He flipped the papers in front of him closed and leaned forward in his seat, his hands folded together in front of him, looking up at the newcomer, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course I’ve heard such rumblings..”, Lisette answered, snipping at the person who so carelessly asked about the rumors surrounding Tristan’s betrothal to Rosalie.
She’d always dreamed to hear such things, that the french alliance was crumbling and the man she loved may not have to marry the copper-haired siren he was promised to so long ago. But these rumors had her avoiding Tristan as well as the rest of court. Dropping one princess for another? That betrothal, should it come to fruition, would be a different burden entirely to the political prisoner of the Scots. That would no longer be a marriage of obligation, one orchestrated long before Tristan had the power to refuse, but this… well, this would be a choice made by the King of Scotland. One Lisette still was unsure she could forgive.
“I’ve heard nothing from the King about it, so I have nothing to report.”, the girl replied, trying to keep the pain from her eyes. “If you’re so very curious, perhaps you should ask his Majesty yourself.”
Thomas was shocked at the response that he’d heard from Lisette. Though they’d long since ended their brief affair, of sorts, he still cared for her as a friend, which was best for the both of them, he agreed. He glanced to the careless courtier who’d no doubt brought up the rumors that were flying around court. He couldn’t imagine that she was any happier with the outcome than the French court is, if it was all true.
“Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t care for what he has to say on the matter at all,” He said, shaking his head as he stepped in, glancing to the courtier before offering Lisette his arm. “Shall we walk instead? The day is very nice and I think you could use some time away from some...nosy court goers.”
greer-sinclair:
She chuckled. Greer felt confident that he would not abandon her. “Oh? I do not believe that you have it in your heart to take a prisoner, Thomas.” Greer teased back. “Is he now? Then he is being raised well.”
“You’d be very right, I don’t think I could take a prisoner, no matter what,” He said with a laugh. He didn’t have the gall that his brother had had, and he still thought that it was a mistake to put him in charge of all of it. “But you, I think, would be a very worthy prisoner. And he is, has he attacked you yet?” He asked, grinning.
captive-lisette:
“Oh yes? Then you must have a plan to find yourself some more fun?”, she asked, poking him in the ribs and scanning the crowd, “Perhaps in some newfound companionship?” Lisette tried to keep her tone light, despite the slight guilt she felt in ending their playful tryst. It was clear they were better off as friends, but she still wished for Thomas to find some small happiness the way she had in Tristan.”
“I do plan on having some more fun than just lurking around the dancers,” He said, grinning a little when she poked him. Though he’d enjoyed their time together, Thomas didn’t fault her for branching out, which was something that he’d wanted for her. “Perhaps,” He agreed with a smile. “After all, we’re all supposed to remain in anonymity, it might be an interesting night.”
greer-sinclair:
“Oh then maybe you should find you a better friend than a savage.” The countess teased back. “Then you must simply come with me wherever I go.” She responded with a soft laugh though she knew that it was an illogical statement. “A four-year-old would out do you in protecting me? No matter how cute he is, I believe that you sell yourself short.”
“Perhaps I should,” He agreed with a grin, nodding. Though he knew that it wouldn’t make much sense, he would have willingly followed Greer wherever she might lead him. Not that he would admit it aloud. “Perhaps I can make you my prisoner, instead,” He teased. “Alistair is quite fearsome when he hasn’t had a nap,” He continued, grinning.
captive-lisette:
Lisette looked down to her toes, lifting her dress immediately as to not soil the precious thing so early in the night. “Thank you.”, she answered him, looking back up at Thomas with gratitude. “Are you enjoying the masquerade?”
He tipped his head in acknowledgment of her thanks. “Well enough, I suppose,” He said with a shrug. He’d hidden behind his own mask of pretend for what seemed like for a while. “But it’s still early.”
“Sorry, what?”, the Countess asked the person who’d called for her, surprised to be noticed at all by someone despite her elaborate gown tonight and glowing way she floated around the party. Even after all this time, Lisette still felt like an outsider at English court due to her political situation, finding herself feeling most isolated at balls such as this. It was a shame, as in Scotland she’d always adored them.
“I simply said that you’re about to tread on your dress,” He said with a smile, waving towards her trailing dress. Perhaps it wasn’t the complete truth, but Thomas had found that he could recognize his friend just about anywhere. “And I didn’t want you to ruin it.”
greer-sinclair:
“Savages, Thomas?” She chuckled softy. “Must I remind you that is where I am from. I hardly consider myself an English woman… Though I could hardly see me leaving for Scotland without you.” Greer teased lightly. “Who else would protect me from crazy men trying to sell me stuff to rid myself of banshees?”
“You’re all savages to me,” He teased, looking over at her when she laughed. He knew that Greer was hardly the Englishwoman that she appeared to be, but he had troubles identifying her with the other Scots at court. “I’d be hurt if you were to leave me behind to find for myself,” He said, grinning over at her. “Alastair would do the job wonderfully, I think.”
greer-sinclair:
“Are you saying that you will miss me more if I were to go to Scotland?” The blonde teased her friend. She knew that she would not be going to Scotland anytime soon if ever, but she still found the opportunity to be a tad playful with her friend.
It hadn’t been quite what he’d meant, but he wasn’t about to admit that to her. “Oh, certainly. I wouldn’t have anyone to entertain my afternoons with,” He said, his lips turning into a smile as he looked over at her. “I’d be awfully bored, if you left me all alone for those savages,” He continued, teasing.
greer-sinclair:
“Some people fear them more than others. I am sure that he was raised that they were a lot more common and only these trinkets that he is selling could save you from them. A shame really because it does make him seem raving mad.” She chuckled softly. Her own smile was non-existent when speaking of James and Madeline. “They were important in my past.” She stated with a soft sigh. “It went better than expected though they were surprised that I never wrote to them about my cousin. They both had wished to have known about him sooner to have showered him with love from Scotland.”
He had to agree with her. Though he knew that there were plenty of superstitious people in England, he also knew that the ones who were the loudest, seemed the most mad when shouting their suspicions for the end of the world. Thomas rolled his eyes as she spoke of her old friends, shaking his head. “Well, it seems that distance does make a heart fonder,” He answered, uncaring for the feelings of the royals. It was hardly as if either of them had chased her when she’d come to England.
tomasofalltrades:
“In the markets, monsieur. Travellers performing for whatever coins people had to spare.” Of course, travellers just as often got curses and spat at as they did coins, but Tomas couldn’t do anything about that. “If they have not moved on already, you should find them. Then you will not doubt.”
He’d been to the markets but had not seen the act the man was speaking of, but that did not mean that it didn’t exist. “Perhaps I’ll make another trip. I know a boy that would enjoy the show greatly.” He offered a brief smile to the man and tipped his head to him. “Have you seen any other ridiculous acts, then, Monsieur?”
tomasofalltrades:
“I am not drunk, monsieur. And I wasn’t drunk when I saw it either. A rooster riding a dog. They were trained. The dog did all kinds of tricks, and the rooster would ride on his back.” Tomas smiled, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. “I swear it is true.”
He looked at the man in front of him, still disbelieving, but the man wasn’t drunk, that was true. “That certainly must have been an entertaining sight. I’m sad to have missed it,” He said finally with a nod. “Where did you see this spectacle?” He asked, sure that Alastair would get some excitement out of it, if he could find the act again.
greer-sinclair:
“I am hurt that you feel that way,” She replied though she laughed with him. “I believe you would have understood him more if you were Scottish.” Greer teased. “He spoke of Banshees and Brownies.” Her eyes glanced at stalls as they past though none really held her interest for very long. “He is. He enjoys the knights greatly and Eloise’s son is such a good playmate for him. I am sure when he returns to his parents once his mother is well that he will miss the court greatly.” She knew this was a time to tell her friend about her troubles that had come up. “Two of my dear friends from Scotland have met his acquaintance too.” The blonde spoke in a sort of code, since they were in public and she couldn’t outright say the father of her child and his sister had found out about Alastair. To everyone other than the few and Thomas being one of the few, Alastair was her cousin. It was also complicated. As long as Thomas had known her, he really knew her rage against James… Emotions were such fickle and complicated things.
He shook his head when she laughed, rolling his eyes. “You shouldn’t be,” He said, grinning over at her. He nodded a little at her explanation. “I know what he spoke about, I hardly understand why he was raving about them as if they were going to fly out of his ears to eat us all,” He said, shaking his head again. He was glad to hear that Alastair was enjoying his time at court, and that Greer was enjoying having her son nearby. He didn’t doubt that once Alastair returned home, she would do too well on her own. When she brought up Scotland, however, his smile fell and he lengthened his steps to be beside her again. “Did they? Were they...important acquaintances of yours?” He asked, his hands in his pockets as they walked, as if they’re conversation were as normal as the weather. “Did it go well?”
garrick-howard:
“No, no.”, Garrick slurred, leaning against a nearby banister as he tried to explain, “It’s a joke.. the rooster is being ridden by… oh never mind. I think I’ve already ruined it.”
“Can you point me in the direction of the princess of Scotland’s chambers? I really gotta..”, the knight hiccupped, “.. tell her something.”
Thomas had to stifle his laughter as he watched the knight try to explain what the joke was. IT didn’t take long, but Thomas couldn’t help but to watch the knight falter. “You’ve not ruined it, ser,” He said with a shake of his head, grinning still.
When he said something about going to the Princess of Scotland’s rooms, however, he shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, my friend. And I don’t think she’d appreciate your joke, either.”
Thomas looked at the person in front of him in confusion, eyebrows raising a little. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that again? You saw a rooster riding a what? Have you had too much to drink this morning?”
captive-lisette:
Lisette wanted to intervene, most likely with a snarky comment about how a man that dressed as audaciously as he did would have absolutely nothing to sell a Countess and her companion. But in this case, she held her tongue, letting Thomas handle the man until he offered an escape. “Yes, of course.”, she answered, ducking her head to the merchant as they left.
Once away, she said to him, “You see, this is why I’m not fond of the markets.”
Thomas could almost see the comment resting on the tip of Lisette’s tongue and thought it best for them to make their escape before some offense was uttered by either party. The market was too crowded for any fight to break out. When she agreed, he glanced at the merchant for a moment before he followed her out of the crowd around the stall.
He smiled a little at her response and nodded. “I don’t blame you at all, fi you’ve dealt with more men like those at markets,” He said, looking behind them for a moment before continuing on. “But I hardly think it’s fair to judge all the markets on one merchant.”
joseph-moncada:
“I suppose all we can do is pity such a man,” Joseph said with a sigh. “If he finds comfort in his imaginations then I am fine with that, but if he tries once more to exert them onto us then we may have to intervene!” It was a hard life, especially for that man, and he wondered whether it had pushed the man to believe and advocate such fantasies. “Now this is certainly worth my time,” he said, eyeing the stall of various leaves and herbs that acted as incense.
Thomas nodded in agreement, listening to the ambassador speak. He knew that there were a great many people who’d gone mad with grief after the plague had run its course and he wondered if this man had suffered some fater such as it. He looked ahead, rather than behind, and rose an eyebrow. “Oh, is it?” He asked, coming to a stop next to him. “And do you find a great many uses for them? Are they different here than in Spain?” He asked curiously.
