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Post by Rosalie Ryszard on Aug 1, 2008 7:29:11 GMT -5
Rosalie scowled and stuck her fingers under her arms as yet another freezing wind blew through the castles long hallway. There was nothing she despised more than a rainy day, rain confined her to the castle and made everything smell of mould. But rain also made the forest sing, and listening to the different sounds everything made delighted her. In a way it was a win-lose situation, but she was happy enough to read. But the freezing wind that continually howled along the corridor was making it difficult to do anything. Just when she managed to get herself comfortable the wind would blow and find another part of her body that wasn't covered properly with the blanket and she would have to shift again. Her mother had said to her why not just read in her room, but the light in her room was not good enough to read the faded text of her favourtie book. Only the hallway windows which were huge and open provided enough light, and the sills that surronded the windows were just wide enough for her to perch on.
She had just reached a new chapter, but the window was so persisten on blowing her pages and hair around in a wild frenzy, that she had given up entirely and was now content to sit on the sil and soak up the tiny light that managed to filter its way through the omnious grey clouds that hung like drapes from the sky. "Damn weather..." She muttered, hoping nobody had heard her speaking in such a way, knowing it would be just another something for her mother to find wrong with her. Rolling her eyes she recalled the last conversation she had had, where her mother had told her that she simply MUST cut her hair as it was getting far to long and no man would ever marry a woman with such out of control hair.
Rosalie scoffed out loud and, not really meaning to began to speak softly to herself. "If someone doesn't want to marry me because my hair is too long then I don't even want to meet them, let alone spend the rest of my life with them." She frowned and turned her head, setting her eyes on the village below the castle. "Fancy that!...hair too long, what an insult." Rosalie sighed as the tiny ant like people, 3 storeys down scuttled through the rain. How she wished she could be them, just for a day. To experience to freedom to run through the rain and go barefoot, to do cartwheels and lay in a meadow of bright emerald green grass.
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip as a maid gave her a nervous look then scurried on past. That was something she could definatly do without, servants! Miss this...and m'lady that...it was so frustrating she just wished people would adress her by her name. She wasn't a doll that everyone had to fuss over, although she was sure her father would much prefer if she acted like a lifeless mute doll that just sat there and looked pretty. She growled to herself, and opened her book up again. |
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Post by Gethin Dayson on Aug 1, 2008 7:52:46 GMT -5
Gethin slipped through the castle interior noiselessly. The weather was chilly but the lord hardly noticed on his already ice-cold skin. His bright blue eyes were striking in the over cast weather, as the dull light filtered through the windows, if that was what you could call them. His jet black hair was sopping from the rain. He'd been running errands in town that morning, partly because most people could catch their death in the exposed weather but mostly because he wanted an excuse to escape the suffocating smell of rot that invaded the castle when the weather so much as thought of rain. It was a rather inconvenient fact about this ancient building. More often then not it could tell you when it was going to rain before a cloud was even brushing the horizon. Gethin was sure it couldn't be healthy.
Now he strolled slowly through the outer hall ways that, though more damp than the rest of the stone structure, had noticeably fresher air. Though occasionally the wind would spit icy droplets at his form as he moved like a wraith. Stopping at one such window Gethin placed his palms on the window sill and breathed deeply the air that attempted to sting his face with icy needle droplets. For long moments he enjoyed the sensation, but when a maid shuffled along nosily and give him an openly questioning look, when she thought he wasn't looking, he inwardly sighed and moved on. There was no peace to be found in such a luxuriant building as this. It did after all demand constant up keep by the seemingly endless supply of servants. Maybe he should wander down to the kitchens and warm himself by the cooking fires. It rarely smelt damp down there because the constant heat burnt off any spores of mold that were either daring enough or stupid enough to venture into the sterile room.
Shaking his head a bit like a dog, he sent a flurry of water drops into flight. Being constantly cold had it's down sides. In one hand you didn't feel the cold, in the other your hair never seemed to dry. But it was a small inconvenience considering he never caught a cold anyway. Still weighing up the pros and cons of going down to the servants quarters and sneaking into the kitchen his crystalline gaze fell upon a rather lovely form sitting in the sill of one of the open windows. For a long while he blinked at the pale amber haired lady, yep she was beautiful, that was much was clear, even from this distance. Abruptly recognition sparked to life and a crooked smile graced his features.
Shoving his hands into his pockets he walked with noticeable purpose, though still without a sound, to wards Rosalie. Hearing her talk to herself he let a soft chuckle escape his lips, Tut, tut, Rosalie, talking to yourself again? What would your mother say? He asked in mock seriousness. Drawing level he lounged against the wall opposite the clan lord's daughter. If ever there was a girl I would consider marrying, it would be Rosalie. he thought to himself still admiring her beauty. Half the castle was in love with Rosalie she was that gifted in looks.
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Post by Rosalie Ryszard on Aug 1, 2008 8:14:51 GMT -5
Rosalie screwed up her face as she turned the page of her book, although she loved reading the beauitfully written poems of Don Dianto, she couldn't help but feel personally insulted by the sexist words in his poems. But still the words sent her heart fluttering no matter how many times she read them. She closed her eyes for a moment and willed the rain to go away, opening them she glanced back out the window...but still the rain fell and with a huff she set her gaze back on the page before her. But she couldn't concentrate all she wanted to do was...something! Anything beside this boring monotonal day that her life had become. Her page fluttered slightly and Rosalie looked up expecting to see another maid giving her a dissaproving look, or even worse...her mother. But what was there was actually a rather pleasant surprise. A coy smile lit up her face and she discarded the book rather aruptly. As his teasing words reached her eyes she narrowed her eyes and pulled a face. "Well it is not as if I have had any more interesting company up until now."
The rather small smile now grew into a grin and a small laugh escaped her lips. It was rather odd actually that the two friends who were so close in rank had not been considered for marriage, after all Rosalie could think of noone better.
Rosalie gently slid herself off the window sill, noticing with rather a shock that Gethin seemed to tower over her lithe frame like never before. "I'm sure you grow at least a foot a day!" Sighing she met his gaze and shrugged her shoulders playfully. "Maybe I'm just getting smaller? I always seem to feel that little bit more helpless in the rain" The question before that had entered her mind now popped up again as her brown eyes swept over the familar mans form. A tall, muscular handsome man with a brilliant smile stood before her, which made her wonder even more why her mother had never suggested it. Rosalie shook her head, abondaning any more thoughts of marriage and stepping up the Gethin she looped her arm through his and looked up at him a cheeky smile on her face. "Would you care to go for a walk m'lord" She giggled slightly at his adressing, knowing how much he hated being called that but loving the fact that she could tease him about it. Not waiting for him to respond she freed her arm and strode off purposefully her shadow stretched out before her in the waning sunlight, her footsteps echoing along the corridor.
Rosalie hooked her hands behind her back and scowled as yet another maid scuttled past her. How she hated them all! She would love to pay them all to go away and leave her alone, she was sure that was how her mother appeared to have an ear in every room. She had probably told anyone to alert her of any suspicious behaviour, and at this thought all happiness delievered by Gethin's apperanced was gone. She stopped dead and whipped around stamping her foot on the ground. "Lets run away!" Her eyes were wide with excitment at this thought and she wondered whether it would actually be possibly for her to run away? She supposed if she left at night she would have a good enough head start, she could go through the woods, if she travelled far enough the words could lead her to Dulnount...her father had taken her to Dulnount when she was a girl and she had loved the sea side town...the birds the smell of salt. And the wind! Always a nice cool wind. [/sub] |
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Post by Gethin Dayson on Aug 2, 2008 3:10:03 GMT -5
That crooked smile still played on his face as he listened to her soft spoken words. Oddly enough at this moment Arianna came up in his mind, a serving girl who seemed to be taken by him. When it came down to it he preferred Rosalie, not for her looks or her soft tones or rank, though they defiantly helped, but for her personality. Rosalie was bold and out going and most importantly unpredictable. Life was always an adventure when Rosalie was around. Reining his thoughts back to the present he replied, tone still a mock seriousness though touched with a light humour now, Glad to be of service. He bowed low as was due from a lord of his rank to the clan lord’s daughter and heiress. The clan leadership had been intended to go to the clan lord’s son, Payden but with his untimely death before Rosalie or even Gethin’s birth, the rank had been passed onto the unwitting daughter who was not yet born.
It was no a secret that Clan Lord Bogrin Ryszard had been hoping for a son but fate was rarely kind. Rosalie’s birth would not have, in normal circumstances, stopped the Clan Lord and Lady from trying for a son after her birth. But Rosalie’s birth had not exactly gone as planned. There had been complications. That was all the healers could or would say. These complications had left the Clan Lady Ellena Ryszard unable to bear any more children. It had been a miracle that Rosalie had survived, as small and fragile as she had been. Gethin often wonder what the affects of knowing she was meant to be a boy, had on Rosalie. Chuckling at Rosalie’s comments on height he swept aside the depressing thoughts. Well you seem just as short as ever. He joked It must be you because I’m pretty sure I’m still just as tall as I was yesterday when we dined in the great hall.
Watching her beautiful form slip gracefully from the sill and move towards him, he couldn’t help by make a face by her use of formality. Gethin was well aware of the game Rosalie liked to play, it was an inside joke really. Gethin and Rosalie often played it in public and people would give the pare strange looks when they appeared to laugh simply for using their proper titles that society demanded. Smoothing his face he nodded his head in a bow As M’lady wishes. As she released his arm and then started down the hall way Shall I inform M’lady’s honoured mother of our engagement and fetch M’lady her chaperone, so as not to cause distress? Gethin was very good at playing the lord and lady game.
Moving swiftly without sound, he didn’t fail to notice the scowl that Rosalie gave a maid who shied away from the hostile behaviour, breaking her stride to bob a curtsy at Gethin, and then shuffling away. Gethin had expected some form of negative response from Rosalie but her abrupt proposal of running away, eyes a light with the suggested adventure, took him a little by surprise. Sometimes even Gethin, probably the closest person to Rosalie, had moments when he wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. At this moment he decided not. This time a full smile curved his lips. Now Rosalie. You know such an action is forbidden for you. His tone had been joking but now it turned to something more serious, fondness touching his eyes as he brushed away a rogue strand of her hair. Being her oldest and closest friend he was allowed such discrepancies, Besides, what would your parents do without you, the only child and heiress of all you survey.
OOC: I spoke to Belladonna about the plot with Rosaline. She said it's good if you have no objections. If you do I'll change the post.
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Post by Rosalie Ryszard on Aug 3, 2008 4:09:13 GMT -5
Rosalie pivoted on her foot, turning towards Gethin. She tilted her head slightly to the side and watched him carefully as he walked towards her. She was slightly embarrased when he brushed away a strand of her hair and her skin trembled violently beneath his touch. Although they had been friends for many many years she could still not become accustomed to the beautiful chill that his skin had. She bit her lip and down cast her eyes at his repsonse to her suggestion of running away. Typical logical Gethin...she thought to herself. She sighed and looked back, meeting his intense gaze. "Why must you constantly spoil my fun by bringing up my parents?" She tried to keep her tone light and joking but couldn't keep the bitterness out at the mention of her parents. She knew she somewhat of a disappointment, more so by her refusal of marriage and she wasn't entirely sure how much longer her father would put up with it.
Suddenly an image from yesterday popped into her mind and a wry smile crossed her lips. "Explain to me Gethin, how is it that I can scream and huff and throw as many tantrums as I like an no more attention than usual is payed to me. Yet you only have to so much as speak to a servant girl and you're the talk of the castle?" Rosalie nodded slightly her eyes twinkling. "I saw you merrily talking to her...and a HUMAN at that!" A hint of jelousy crept into her voice, and she had to admit to herself that she was jelous at the thought of any other female getting close to Gethin but she pushed that though angrily away and raised on thin eyebrow in questioning.
Turning back around she continued walking, while her fingers absentmindly played with the pendant around her neck, it felt cool and soft in her fingers but all of a sudden she felt like ripping it off. Yet just another sign of her rank and stature, if Gethin craved the attention of something lesser how much longer until he lost interest in Rosalie entirely? Maybe he found her too dull, after all she hardly had any free time like this to just talk to her old friend and when she did it was usually in the company of others and conversation was guarded and of trivial matters. Rosalie cherished the few times they were allowed to talk of more pressing matters.
Biting her lip she stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Gethin, a slightly pained expression in her eyes. "Do you like her?" She knew she probably sounded hopelessly pathetic and jelous but she couldn't keep her curiosity at bay, she knew Gethin had a kind soul and there was probably a perfectly reasonable excuse for his talking to the girl. But Rosalie suddenly felt very protective of Gethin and her eyes questioned him, praying that his answer would be no.
Unable to keep eye contact with him she whipped around suddenly and strode, almost ran, towards the kitchen. "I feel like a cocoa. Where are the maids when you want them!" Her face slightly red she tried to put as much distance between herself and Gethin as she could without appearing to be running away from him. How stupid Rosalie, Gethin is your only friend in this entire castle and you have to go and ask a ridiculous question like that! Scowling at her own foolishness she raced away, skirts billowing in her hurry. She knew Gethin would have no trouble at all catching up to her but still her brain screamed at her to get away. [/blockquote] |
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