Forever yours (Medieval RP) - Closed

[Rhapsody]

Gavin Anzeray
Gavin strolled down the barren corridors of the castle, whistling to himself. Marley trotted beside him, her pink tongue leaving puddles of saliva on the cold floor. The pair finally came to the great wooden doors of the entrance hall and exited into the warm rays of sunshine outside. The sun glinted off his mahogany hair. "Where to, little girl?" He asked, reaching down to pet Marley's sable head. The dog barked and wagged her tail in response. "Agreed," Gavin nodded. He set off towards the stables, hoping to either find a friend or to make a new one, whether human or animal. The journey was a short one if you only counted distance. However, Gavin felt obligated to nod and smile at everyone he passed, stopping to exchange pleasantries with a few of the people he recognized. When he finally reached the stable, he paused in front of the first stall. While her owner made strange noises to the big grey animal, Marley headed towards the hay pile, sniffing with her tail held high, hoping to make acquaintances of her own.

[O.G.]

Annabel Bonn :: Servant

Annabel's heart clenched, knowing that her cover was certainly blown by who appeared to be the captain when a disapproving glower of his was shot straight at her, boring into her soul itself. Her every limb was frozen stiff, her mind running completely blank. She didn't know what to do, and her clueless distress was only heightened when Prince Drake's eyes found her. She gasped silently, her lips trembling in the sharp inhale as she stared back at him wide eyed in panic. While his eyes roamed over her body, all she could do was know that she was worse off than a dead man. Trouble had always been the last thing she wanted, and to be in trouble was something not even entirely comprehensible to her. She would rather be dead than be reprimanded. She honestly did try to do her best, but sometimes she couldn't help but be so despicable as to be an 'incompetent sluggard', as she had been told once of twice. Annabel flinched slightly when the prince requested that the captain leave, and her heart sank somewhere deep into the pit of her stomach. Once the captain left, there was a brief moment of silence imbued with such a tense anxiety that a mere wisp of air could shatter it, and it was shattered the moment the prince gestured her over, leaving the horror to drown her in its sudden flood upon her. Wide eyes blinked dumbly, fear of what would happen if she approached him strapping her to her position of clinging against the wall and drenched helplessly in her horror. However, the greater fear of what would happen if she didn't obey him gave her a successful shove forward. She held her head low, her face flushed hot in fear as she rushed herself stiffly over to him, refusing to look anymore than a few inches from her feet. She stopped in front of him, her breath trembling in a breath moment of terrorized, completely lost silence. "Yes, Your Highness?" she asked timorously, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill for the way she wished to bawl and desperately explain herself to him.

[Huntress13]

Although she refused to show it, Alessia wasn't impressed when another girl turned up, she just want to be alone quite frankly. She was tired and growing more frustrated, counting on her self control she remained friendly and kind. "Hello" Alessia looked at the little kitten in the new girl's arms with little interest, horses, hawks and maybe the odd dog were the only creatures that held her interest these days. She exhaled softly and looked out the window, moving from her bed to stand afore it.

The girl was quite small for her age, she had that delicate, shy appearance about. Matthew watched her approach and since he was suiting down, he could she was already close to tears. As the servant reached him, he stood up, crossing his arms against his muscled chest. "What's your name?" Matthew asked softly, trying to appear like he wasn't about to bite her head off. Not that he had any plans too but the girl was staring at her shoes or at least just brief inches from them anyway.

[catgirl9900]

cassandra smiled she could tell the girl was not in the mood to talk " I am princess casssandra." she smiled "And.. who are you?" She asked curiously silently stroking the kitten in her arms.

(WB sorry)

[O.G.]

Annabel Bonn :: Servant

Annabel gasped quietly when Prince Drake stood, no matter how smoothly he did, and she jolted back just slightly. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she was trying hard to resist the urge to bring her hand up and wipe at her eyes as tears became more thick. She was terrified, as she did not know much about Prince Drake or what he was like, and him standing to his towering height did the opposite of consoling her. Neither did the way he crossed his arms, and her body went rigid when he spoke again. However, for the first time she noticed that his tone was not harsh or angry or even displeased. It was pleasantly gentle, and she was struck with confusion. With a painful hesitance, she managed to incline her head upwards in increments until she was staring up at him with a mousy, uncertain glint in her watery eyes, where only a single tear managed to humiliatingly roll from the corner of one eye and trail down to border of her nose. "Annabel Bonn be my name, Your Highness," she answered timidly, her eyes cutting away as her cheeks flushed rosy once more. She was going to cry more, she knew it. So much more than the single tear she had shed. She knew her speech was terrible-- that terrible speech was why she was unable to be a personal servant to a noblewoman of the castle as she so longed to be. She had never been taught any better than she spoke, only able to answer to the nobles with the simplest responses with a right, smart tongue. It was humiliating in the presence of such schooled people as the nobles, the prince, was. And on top of that, she could not shake her despair. She was lost, so desperate to explain herself as much as she was afraid to try, but she knew if she didn't she was going to cry. She really was. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered meekly, her glossy eyes shyly rising to his once more. "I wasn't mean ta spy on you, or not do my job like a incomp'tent sluggard. I were just passing by an' thought you was doing a real well job, learning that guard without even hurting 'im," she explained diffidently in her mousy tone, her lips giving faint trembles as she spoke. "I'm honestly sorry." She could not help but cast her eyes shamefully downward as a new film of water quivered over them.

Fane Dimitru :: Exile

Fane walked around to the back of his business and home with an air of weariness, his steps slow and energy-less and his posture somewhat slumped. He walked like a beaten down old man, and yet he had not quite reached his third decade. He stopped only once he reached the gate of the weathered old wooden fence, gnarled and falling apart, that bordered most of every piece of his property. He unlatched the rusted old lock with a bit of a struggle, its hinges refusing more and more to grind open with each passing day, but, nevertheless, he prevailed once more against it stubbornness and was able to push the gate right open. From the inside of the fence, where a small pasture lay, the sound of a soft whinny sounded to his left, followed by the dull thuds of a horse approaching in slow strides. Fane looked up, managing to crack a faint, pleased smile for his old Biet, as he still harbored a certain amount of lingering compassion in his withered heart. "There you are, ol' Worthwhile," he greeted the gray horse as its swaying steps stopped before him, calm and entirely undemanding. The poor thing even held his head low in something of a happiness muddled in depression. He really couldn't have chosen a better name for the beast. "You miserable soul, you," he endeared, half-piteous as he reached out a hand and gently patted Biet's face, a face considerably muddled in ugly black scars. Still, he remained the only human that could do that without spooking the formerly abused creature. "Ah, well. Birds of a feather flock together, so they say," he mused, then gently taking the rains of the rope harness that Biet most always wore. "Come now. Heaven knows the last time I've given you a good grooming," he urged, then leading Biet off into the small barn nearby. He knew the horse needed a good brushing, but he knew that wasn't why he had come out to see Biet. He just needed a break from being inside, left for his own thoughts to ravage him. And he liked to think that the joins of his fingers ached from all of his tailoring, but sadly that was not so. He sighed, stopping Biet once they were in the barn, and he soon had a brush in his hand and was working it over Biet's dull coat.

(( Whee! Waste of time Fane post! xD. But, hey, does anyone want to be the woman who ordered the dress from him so that maybe they could come and pick it up from him, and, you know, maybe be the innocent victim of him trying to gain the trust and affection of a noble to initiate his master plan? Wow, that did not sound weird at all. xD. ))

[Rhapsody]

Gavin Anzeray

"I should get myself a horse one of these days," Gavin mused out loud. He stroked the horse's soft nose once more before back to the door. "Marley, come," he commanded, and the dog obediently jumped to his heels. He smiled and fished a small piece of dried meat out of his pocket for her. She wolfed down the treat happily, pawing at his leg for more. "No more, girl. We have to get headed to practice." The young prince made his way to the soldier's training grounds. It didn't take him long to stretch and greet those he knew. He picked up a sword, testing its weight with a few cautionary swings. He set the blade back and picked up another, testing this one as well with techniques that would look strange to the inexperienced eye. Gavin approached one of the practice dummies and swung at it a few times, planning to warm up on the block of wood before sparring with one of the soldiers. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the other prince, Mathew, talking to a sheepish looking girl who appeared to by crying. Curiosity piqued, he quietly inched closer to the two, issuing Marley a quick order to stay put. It's sad, really...that they all are so scared of us. Terrified of royalty. With good reason, I suppose, but they have to know that we aren't all out to harm them or take away their lives, Gavin thought, watching the girl tremble under Mathew Drake's gaze. He didn't know the other man very well, as Gavin's lower class friends seemed uneasy talking about anyone who was a higher rank than themselves, so the small pool of knowledge he did possess came from the few social events they both attended. What is he doing?

[Loup Garou]

Sapphire
{Sapphire smiled at the woman, waiting for an answer. Softly biting her lower lip, she heard her saying that her brother was Matthew Drake. Sapphire's eyes widened, and for a moment she felt awful for suggesting the woman settle in such room. She was Prince Matthew's sister, so she deserved something better. ''Oh, I'm so sorry, you deserve a better room,'' she muttered, embarrassed, seconds before the woman asked her about her brother being a servant. Sapphire looked at the ground, and sat on a chair beside the bed. Her eyes flicked a few times, before stopping on the big picture on one of the walls. It was a princess, that she didn't seem to know, holding a cat, and looking really happy. She was lost in her mind for a few minutes, but then she got into reality, again. ''Well, It's a long story,'' she started. ''He's not my real brother, actually. He's my step brother,'' she said and took a deep breath. ''When I was a little girl my father, lord, married Jaime's mother. She was a commoner...And yes, I know about the rules, but he loved her. And they were really happy, until one day we found out that the woman was an assassin sent to kill my father. But... it was too late, because he was already dead when we went to tell him,'' she mumbled the last part, with a note of sadness in her voice. Sapphire didn't even know why she was telling all of this to a stranger. When she met her, she felt like she couldn't trust her, but now it seemed like she was a nice person. The girl was about to explain the other part, when she heard a voice greeting them, outside the room. She turned around to see another girl, holding a kitten, in her arms. ''Hello, Cassandra,'' Sapphire greeted back. ''I'm Lady Sapphire d'Avre'' she responded, and kindly smiled at her. Looking at Matthew's sister, she saw that the woman looked like she wanted to be alone, so she stood up and waved at her and before leaving the room, she told her once again to look for Jaime Darrel if she needs anything. Sapphire then approached the girl outside and softly sighed. ''Hey, I saw a picture of a girl holding a cat in this room. It really looks like you,'' she said, wondering if this was really her on the picture.

Jaime
{Jaime slowly opened his eyes, not understanding when he had fallen asleep. He gently rubbed his eyes, and stretched his arms, widely yawning. All his clothes and hair were covered in hay, and a horse was chewing on his top. ''Hey!'' he yelled at the horse, and roughly pulled the sleeve out of the horse's mouth. He stood up, and started cleaning his clothes, when he suddenly remembered that after feeding the horses, he had to go to the castle kitchen. Facepalming himself, he quickly fed the horses and ran out of the stables, heading to the kitchen. Jaime came across Prince Drake, and rolled his eyes, while running towards the kitchen. He was so unfocused what he was doing, that all of a sudden he ran into woman's figure, basically falling on her. Quickly standing up, he helped the girl stood up too and looked at her, ashamed. ''I'm sorry. Are you okay?'' he asked her, slightly blushing. The girl looked like a servant, but she was really beautiful, which made Jaime blush even more.

[O.G.]

Annabel Bonn :: Servant

Even with her downcast eyes, Annabel was able to catch slow, deliberate movement at the far extremity of her peripheral vision, and she shriveled inwardly. She was already attracting the attention of others, catching interest and piquing curiosity that Prince Drake surely didn't want aimed his way. Oh, she had really done it that time, and, when she glanced up just once to flick a pained glance towards the bystander, she was horrified to find that it was another prince of the castle. She did not even have the time to drop her head lower in shame before something slammed full force into the back of her. She shrieked in alarm, her frail body lurching forward beneath the force and sending her straight to the ground right at Prince Drake's feet, her hands catching her just barely before her chin collided with the ground. She was stunned, mouth gaping in paralyzing shock as gasped shallowly, blinking so rapidly that the brimming tears in her eyes had no other option but to fall. She had gotten sand all over Prince Drake's boots, and should could not help but stare in defeat. What...had pushed her and caused that to happen? She had no time to wonder properly before she felt two hands grab the back of her arms and gently help her to her feet, where she found herself turned around and facing another servant. Her face was so hot in mortification she had no doubt in her mind that her face could be mistaken for a tomato as hot tears of stress streamed down from a helpless stare and onto her cheeks. She could not even bring herself to respond to the man for the terror that plagued her at the thought of falling in front of the prince, and she quickly whirled back to him with an expression apologetic and still frantic. "I'm sorry!" she cried. "I not meant to fall and dirty your boots! I can clean 'em if you want!" she offered frantically with a hasty nod of her head, making only a slight move to bend down before fear snagged her back, afraid to move before being answered.

(( EDIT: I just want to say sorry for Annabel just about ignoring everyone but Prince Drake. It just seemed...part of her character to stay pretty centered on the man who originally caught her spying on the training. ))

[catgirl9900]

Lucy smiled at the lady as they started walking away. when Jamie mentioned the picture she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh yes i completely forgot about that picture!" She exclaimed. " and your right that picture looks like me because it's my mother. it is the only one i have of her and they promised me i could hang it somewhere so i hung it there." cassandra smiled sady.

[Loup Garou]

Sapphire
{Sapphire started walking away with Cassandra, and listened to her. She widened her eyes and smiled, ''You look a lot like your mother,'' she responded and thought of her mother, not Jaime's mother, but her own. She actually barely remembered her, since she died when Sapphire was like 5 years old. But the thing that she'd always remember, was how much they loved each other, until she died from a disease. And then everything happened so fast, her father married another woman and suddenly Sapphire had a step brother. They walked through the hall on the first floor, and through the big windows, the girl noticed Jaime. She sighed, and saw him falling on a girl and then standing up and helping her. Slowly shaking her head, she clenched her teeth. ''Jaime being...Jaime,'' she said, and looked at the kitten, wrapped in Cassandra's arms. Sapphire gently stroked its chin and smiled at it, before going outside.

Jaime
{Jaime felt even more embarrassed when the girl ignored him, so he kneeled down in front of the prince and apologized. ''It's my fault, let me clean your shoes, Your Highness,'' he said, looking down. He hated communicating with princes or princesses, it made him feel like rubbish. Pulling out a piece of cloth from inside his trousers, he started cleaning the prince's shoes. He cleared his throat, continuing to do his job, when suddenly with the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure - his sister. She was approaching him, and he had made a mess, once again. Finishing with the cleaning, Jaime stood up and looked at the royal man, faking a smile. His eyes moved from his, to the girl standing right next to him. He understood why she ignored him, but he hated people doing that. In his whole life people had ignored him and told him he wasn't good enough because he was a servant. But he knew he was, because he believed in himself. Jaime bowed down and waited for the prince's reaction.

(It's okay, don't worry! )