【 Welcome to Versailles 】[ romance rp ]【 o & a 】

[gallimaufry]

──-─────────────── magnolia beaulieu // duchess of champagne ───────────────────────────

name. magnolia beaulieu
title. duchess of champagne
age. 23
gender. female
sexuality. heterosexual
romantic interest. n / a
face claim. lily james
hair. brunette

eyes. hazel
likes. tea, exploring, dancing
dislikes. being overly dainty
personality. magnolia, aka maggie,
is a strong willed girl. despite
her timid look, she is hard
headed and not easily swayed. she
hopes to meet someone on her level.

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[ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ★ᴄʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

[ accepted. ]

✥ Gabrielle de Fleurieu | Countess of Anjou | 20 | location; Versailles | tags; Leopold ✥
Gabrielle let the man kiss her hand and thanked the gods for him being not only well-mannered but aslo quite a magnanimous fellow. "You are too kind, monsieur. Men of good breeding like yourself often don't take well to unruly maids like me. I will watch my step next time." Gabrielle curtsied as she spoke. "It is quite the opposite, my lord. You may keep me longer still from my suitor’s company, if it please you. I find him too frivolous.” She scoffed at the thought of the vain, dandyish man Philippe had become. ""You're very charming, but I must go now. I insist. Will you be my chevalier for the ball?"

✥ Philippe d'Ivry | Duke of Orléans | 24 | location; Versailles | tags; xxx ✥
Philippe let his arm slide off of Salem's shoulders, and the inside of his lower arm brushed against the elbow of the black-haired musketeer as he brought his palm to his chest in a bow. "Certainly," he responded, smilng. "I will hold friends with you, monsieur. But now I must go." Philippe stood tall and slowly began to saunter off. With his hands in the pockets of his coat, he disappeared into the crowd as he slipped away.

Walking to the far end of the Hall of Mirrors he went through a pair of white double doors and into a long corridor. Going up a spiral staircase, he approached his rooms. His apartements were large and lavishly decorated; white, gold and persian green dominated the wall decorations and furniture. On his bed, an outfit in royal blue silk was laid out. He began putting it on, and switched out the buckles on his shoes for gilded ones. He put on a different wig, powdered it, buckled his rapier around his waist. He admired himself in the mirror for a moment, before heading back down. Unlike when he first got there, it was now dark outside. A fanfare was heard, and a string quartet began sounding. His Majesty had announced the opening of the ball, and Philippe made his way into the grand hall as the crowd began to stir, as they could speak freely once again.

[Spiritstar3]

(Is my stable boy allowed into the hall?)

*Luka Arin Kaiser | Stableboy for His Royal Majesty | 24 | location; Versailles | tags; xxx*
Luka hummed as he groomed a gorgeous white mare he happily called Princess. He didn’t know if Phillipe or the others called her by a name, but he liked the name he used for her. She responded beautifully to it, as well, which always made him all the happier. Princess was currently munching hay as Luka brushed her, already having drudged up the dirt and rid her of it, just giving her a second brushing to make her prettier. He’d untangled her mane, combed her tail, and used a moist towel on her face to gently clean it. He still needed to check her hooves for pebbles and such, and remove said obstructions from her hooves if there were any. Shaking himself out of a day dream his mind tried to pull him into, he finished brushing and moved on to in fact checking her hooves over, pretty pinkish hooves. He hummed as he removed a few small pebbles that had gotten in, patting the white mare and going to his own horse, a gorgeous brown maned ginger gelding His Majesty had granted Luka for doing such great work with the castle’s horses. He patted the gelding, whom he’d named Flame, then began checking him over.

[ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ★ᴄʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

(Is my stable boy allowed into the hall?)

[ To attend the ball together with the aristocracy when he's a servant, no. For dramatic effect, absolutely! c: ]

[gallimaufry]

[thank you! i hope this post isn't too long! italics are magnolia's thoughts. pm for relations!]
magnolia beaulieu // duchess of champagne // 23 // heterosexual // location: her palace apartment >> ballroom // tagged: n/a

magnolia arrived at the palace earlier in the day. exhuasted from the journey, magnolia kept her polite greeting with the king and queen short before retiring to her room upstairs within the palace. now, she is sat at her vanity, examining her soft face in the mirror. she turns her head quickly, a bit startled, at a knock on the tall, white door across the room. "come in", she says in a quiet but strong tone. both of her handmaidens scurry in, carrying a large, but light item with them. "duchess, we have your gown", one says quietly, placing the large, wrapped dress on her bed. magnolia smiles sweetly, thanking her handmaiden, gwen. "we need to prepare you for the ball, my lady", the other handmaiden, alice, says urgently. magnolia shakes her head, glancing over to alice. "there's no need, i can do it myself", she says bluntly. her handmaidens reluctantly nod and move themselves to the corner of the room, busying themselves. magnolia rises from her seat and crosses the room to the wrapped dress lying on her bed. she carefully pulls away the thin paper wrapped around it, dropping it to the floor around her feet. she finally reveals the dress, a soft pink tone meant to compliment her dark hair and fair skin. she admires the detailing of the dress, smiling down at it. she turns away, moving back over to her vanity. she takes a seat on the white, ornate chair in front of the mirror and picks up her comb, brushing it through her soft, curly hair. she decides to pull her hair up into a braided bun, pulling a few strands loose to frame her face. she despised the wigs most upperclass citizens would wear, feeling gaudy and suffocated by the extravagent hair. i wonder who else is attending the ball this year magnolia had not spent much time observing the other guests when she arrived at the palace due to her fatigue. she had seen a few familiar faces, but no one that peaked her interest. magnolia reaches for her makeup, pulling out her powder and brush. she dusts her face with the white pigment, making her skin lighter than usual. then, she sucks in her cheeks, brushing a soft, red rouge on the apples of her cheekbones. finally, she applies a dark, coral pomade to her full lips, careful not to smudge the dark color. she nods in the mirror, happy with her reflection. "gwen, alice", she says while staring into the mirror. as much as i wish i could, i cannot get myself into this dress on my own. her handmaidens both jump, startled by the sudden noise. they move across the room as magnolia rises, ready to put on her dress and shoes. the girls help her slip into the dress, zipping the back so it tightens around her thin figure. gwen kneels, putting a pair of pink leather shoes onto magnolia's small feet. magnolia stands tall, giving her handmaidens a strong smile. she nods her head, willing the girls to leave the room. as the door closes behind alice and gwen, magnolia collects herself, taking a deep breath. she leaves her room, travelling downstairs to the ballroom. she waltz through the tall doors into the hall, eyes sparkling as she scans the crowd infront of her.

[Spiritstar3]

(Is my stable boy allowed into the hall?)

[ To attend the ball together with the aristocracy when he's a servant, no. For dramatic effect, absolutely! c: ]

lol, might make drama
thinking of adding a girl too, but idk...should I?]

[cswolf.]

(Is my stable boy allowed into the hall?)

[ To attend the ball together with the aristocracy when he's a servant, no. For dramatic effect, absolutely! c: ]

lol, might make drama
thinking of adding a girl too, but idk...should I?]

{Salem could find him lurking in the ballroom }

[Spiritstar3]

[ To attend the ball together with the aristocracy when he's a servant, no. For dramatic effect, absolutely! c: ]

lol, might make drama
thinking of adding a girl too, but idk...should I?]

{Salem could find him lurking in the ballroom }

XD sure
hmm...maybe one of the horses has an injured hoof, so he’s trying to find Phillipe, but he gets distracted by all the people in there?]]

[ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ★ᴄʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

{Salem could find him lurking in the ballroom }

XD sure
hmm...maybe one of the horses has an injured hoof, so he’s trying to find Phillipe, but he gets distracted by all the people in there?]]

[ Sounds like a plan! ]

[Spiritstar3]

(ah, here it is)

*Luka Arin Kaiser | Stableboy for His Royal Majesty | 24 | location; Versailles | tags; xxx*
Luka continued to hum, finishing up with Flame and moving on. He moved to a palomino mare, Maria, and patted her gently a few times. She squealed, blowing out her breath on him then nuzzling him a bit. He smiled as he stroked her nose and neck a moment, just enjoying the feeling. He knew Flame would likely be jealous...but at the moment he just didn’t care. He smiled at Maria, kissing her nose then moving to grab her grooming supplies, as all the horses had separate boxes of their own stuff. He combed her, getting the dirt to the surface of her hair then brushing it away. He used his fingers to gently detangle her mane and tail, combing each out after. When he moved to pick her hooves, she squealed and tried to kick him...He saw the injury on the hoof he’d touched, hurrying from the barn after closing her stall door. He hurried through the halls, intent to find Phillipe, but he just...got distracted. He really was going to tell him, but he got distracted, stepping into the doorway of the ballroom without thinking...