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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:13 pm
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Tristan Scott was King. A rather handsome king as well and only twenty-one years old. His auburn hair fell in a manageable fashion across his head, cut so that it wouldn't fall in his eyes or past the middle of his neck. His eyes, a silky brown, were placed above a stately nose, which was above a large and often smiling mouth. Below his mouth was a lovely chin, and beside it a dimple in his cheek. King Tristan was currently in his carriage, which was flanked by his two favorite knights, Elton and Brendan. Elton was his particular favorite, and the King's confidante. They were all visiting the neighboring kingdom to meet the new Queen. Hopefully, she'd like King Tristan. If not, things would be troublesome.
Elton was riding his mare, bored. He had counted all the mermaids carved into the wheels of the carriage, and all the fayries adorning the crown. The driver, a fair maiden disguised as a man, was not open to Elton's flirtations. Elton's mood was befouled by her resistance. Elton was barely 20, with a smirk and a mischievous sparkle to his green eyes. His hair was made up of unruly curls the color of sunshine, which he kept short to maintain. He was of a tall and slim figure, but muscled from his years of knight training. He wore casual clothing while he rode, knowing that they would most likely not be attacked. To counteract his boredom, he once again attempted flirtations with the driver. Again, he was unsuccessful.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:45 pm
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"M'lady, the king will be arriving soon..." A young maiden's voice crept into the Queen's Chamber.
The young girl was young in age; only 17 years old and already a faithful servant of the Queen. She had very long straight brown hair that she always kept in a bun under a bandana to hide her hair, her eyes a shining hazel green colour, almost the colour of a healthy tree bark and being a maid usually work a simple brown dress with a white apron over it. Her simplicity underweighed her beauty as she was always complimented by the Queen who was still a far better beauty herself.
Turning her head slightly from the window another woman, age 19 put down her needle and thread, standing from her windowsill and smiling to her maid who hid behind the door. "Are they here already...time certainly flies..." she smiled ever so slightly, slowly and gracefully walking to the door, the two of them heading down to the throne room to await the arrival of King Tristan-the neighbouring country's king.
"Are you nervous your highness?" The young maiden asked while walking just a few paces behind the Queen. Looking foward she gently shook her head and turned, "What have I told you Jillian, it's Ophelia, I'd rather you call me by my real name." "But...but m'lady..." "No buts," Ophelia placed her finger gently on her maid's lips. "I've known you since I was a little girl, we've been friends for the longest time and just because I happen to be Queen doesn't mean we can't be friends." Queen Ophelia was indeed beautiful and kind to add on. She had long wavy golden blonde hair, piercing sky blue eyes, and skin as pale and soft as the first snowfall. Ophelia was usually in a cream or white colours to contrast her eyes but today she wore a detailed ocean blue dress, her corpset sucking the air from her diaphram in to make her look thinner. Still, at the age of 19, Ophelia still had much difficulty with a corpset and often struggled breathing in it. "If that is your wish m-..Ophelia." Jillian smiled while opening the throne room doors for the Queen before she walked in. There were already many guards positioned around the room, bowing to her as she entered to sit on her white cushioned throne.
"When the King arrives please send him in." she instructed her guards as Jillian stood beside her, awaiting the King's arrival.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:51 pm
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Tristan was soon at the castle, having dozed off in his carriage. He rather disliked long carriage rides, but he often had to. The door to his carriage was opened by the young driver, and the sunlight spilled across the king's features. He awoke with a start, groaning. He stumbled out of his carriage, and Elton was immediately at his side to support him. After getting the sleepy king upright, they attempted a dignified arrival, but it was difficult with the king nodding off while standing up. Elton was very bad at subtle awakenings, so when the door opened a hard stab in the king's side with his elbow was called for. The king glared at Elton, then shot a sleep smile at whoever opened the door, "King Tristan," he introduced himself
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:27 pm
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"My name is Ophelia van Libelia, you may call me Ophelia if you wish. I shall hope to....enjoy your company for the next few weeks and months to come as we work out continuing issues between our two countries yes? but for now, you seem tired." Ophelia paused with a smile and turned her head slightly, "Jillian, please escort our guests to their rooms. Your belongings should have already been brought up your majesty. I look forward to seeing you at dinner." once again curtseying Ophelia couldn't help but quickly look up to one of King Tristan's Knight whom she thought earlier was glancing at her.
"As you wish your highness." Jillian said walking over to the King, curtseying while directing them back out into the large hallway. As they departed Ophelia just stood in the middle of the throne room with her hands folded in front of her watching the four of them leave and the giant double doors close behind them.
"You will be escourted to dinner naturally, feel free to wander the grounds as much as you please but your health is most important." Jillian spoke while leading the three to a giant array of halls, trying not to look back just to eye the king even a moment. Once she reached another set of double doors she opened them to a large room with high church ceilings and a beautiful view of the village. "I hope the room is too your liking your majesty, and your guards may stay in the room right across the hall if it pleases you. If you need anything there are maids wandering the halls, you may ask them for anything you desire. I must return to the Queen now, so if you'll excuse me I hope you rest well." with a smile Jillian left the three in the King's room while scurrying down the halls.
"I must be....out of my mind..." Jillian muttered while heading back to tend to the Queen. Even she found the task of being formal and polite difficult but in the presence of royalty she had too.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:37 pm
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Tristan turned to smile at the maid, hoping to get a word in before she scurried off, as maids often do, "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss-" he began, but she was already gone. Elton chuckled, clapping his friend on the shoulder and heading into his room. "G'luck milord," he said, knowing that was the wrong thing to say, "You have a queen to charm!" Tristan sighed heavily, turning back to his room and walking in. Then, out of sight of the maid, he collapsed into slumber again, not even changing out of his travelling clothes.
Elton had decided to roam the grounds, taking a nice stroll in the sunlit garden. It was a very nice day, and the flowers were delightful.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 6:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:24 am
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"Shh." Ophelia put her finger over her lips to shush him while glancing around to make sure no one was around. When the way was clear she looked back up to him and smiled. "You can call me Ophelia, there's no need for honourifics if it's just us too, I'm tired of being formal all the time anyway." she continued to smile playfully and motioned him beside her.
"Thank you for your compliments." she added from his compliments on her garden. "Jillian and I tend to it almost everyday, it's my pride and joy, like the children I'm yet to have...I love the garden, it's always so peaceful and calming..." Ophelia spoke while looking out into the garden, falling into a gentle daze. "But enough about me, how about you, you've never introduced yourself sir...." not knowing his name she let her sentence drift.
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After taking a short nap Jillian took off her apron, bonnet and let down her long hair, combing it straight while grabbing a towel or two and walking to the King's room once again. She looked so much different than she did when she was in her maid's outfit. When she arrived she knocked on the door wondering if the King was already awake.
"Your Majesty, I was wondering if you'd like to take a bath before dinner are you there?" she calmly asked.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:32 pm
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"Sir Elton," he replied, "And was Jillian the lady in the corner that my king was unable to take his eyes off of?" he raised an eyebrow, wondering if the queen had noticed as well. He laid down on the grass, looking at the sky.
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The King opened the door, his eyes bright as he saw her, "Yes, that'd be-" he tried to find the right word, fumbling as his eyes travelled over her features- her hair, her eyes, downward until he reached the floor. He kept his eyes there while he completed his sentence, "Lovely," he told her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:44 pm
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