To charm a prince
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				Title: <strong>To charm a prince</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 14:46:35</strong>
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				Prelude<br><br><em>England.<br><br>Today the baron’s new wife will be arriving in their home, and she will finally have a new mama. She smoothed her cress and slipped a tiny hand in her papa’s, smiling up at him only to find the baron standing rigidly at attention; face set in a tense mask of what? Excitement? She stuck out her lower lip in thought, before she felt his hand finally squeeze her own, and then met the brow eyes of her father.<br><br>“Are you excited, princess?” he asked, smiling into her eyes. He didn’t wait for her reply though, as he returned his gaze towards the entrance to the courtyard as the lady’s carriage rumbled into view. Verity smoothed her skirts once more, and felt her father drop her hand just as the carriage rolled to a stop. They both held their breaths, as the footman opened the door… her father fixing a smile on his face; Verity backing a step in surprise as a yellow ball of energy shot out.&nbsp; She didn’t have time to see what it was though, as the lady stepped out.<br><br>She was lovely, her new mama, though a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach as her papa greeted her, kissed her hand and led her away…his own daughter forgotten. But she wasn’t, her mama whirled gracefully, and walked back, presenting little Verity with a bundle. A gift perhaps?<br><br>“Take care of it.”<br><br>She nodded in dazed joy, as the pair moved up to their dilapidated home, before she felt something warm trickle down the front of her skirt. Snickers erupted from the carriage, and from where the ball came from. Horrified she looked up and saw children. Children of blonde hair and blue eyes and none too kind expressions on their faces, all laughing at all. Even the footman snickered, and she whirled, gathering her pride and squeezed the bundle gently.<br><br>“What? You haven’t seen a lady get piddled on by a babe before?”<br><br><br></em><br>8 years later…<br><br><br><br>“Don’t blame her if she was born unsightly…”<br><br>It was the same words Verity heard since her father’s new lady arrived, with her four children and arrogant ways. At the time she was still too besotted with the idea of having a family she ignored her detestable siblings, but as they all grew and more babes were added to her ‘care’ sincerely doubted the intelligence of that alliance. Especially now.<br><br>She sighed and shook her head, seeping angry strokes at the cobbled pathway to banish her musings, when something wet and slimy slithered along the back of her neck. She flinched, cap toppling off her head to spill her dark tresses.<br><br>“Eww.”<br><br>Adrian, her stepbrother laughed and stepped away, grinning. “It was only a tease, sister. You should be friendlier. I might tell mother.” He flicked lint off his tunic, even as she narrowed her eyes at him. The oldest of her step siblings, Adrian had grown from wearing wooden swords to gleaming ones. Not to mention his girth. She brandished her broom threateningly.<br><br>“Get out of here!”<br><br>He backed away from her, arms outstretched and bowed out, voice trailing back towards her with a slithering tone that made her want to scrub the feel of his tongue against her nape. “You can’t keep me away forever sister. You’ll be old enough soon…”<br><br>She shuddered. If only she could end this disaster. With an angry swipe at her neck she stomped under the stairs, sat down and pouted, imagining as usual that her faceless, nameless prince would come down the steps and brain the arrogant lout, sweep her off her feet and take her away from this place. She sighed.<br><br>“Maybe one day…”<br><br>-------<br><br>Somewhere else one might call Hell....<br><br>"Papa!"<br><br>"Where's papa?"<br><br>"Why're you asking, runt?"<br><br>"Ow... Margaret hitted me!"<br><br>"Did not!"<br><br>"Did to!"<br><br>"Be quiet Peg, I did not!"<br><br>"I'm telling papa"<br><br>Only the sounds of stomping feet could be heard then, as four pairs of enemy boots bounded up the stairs from the foyer to the tower where they knew their quarry would be hiding, cowering like the fallen warrior that he was. Already his little sanctuary was surrounded, flanked by yet more enemies, one armed with a broken bow, a pair of twins that had a determined look and a clump of smoking hair that was suspiciously like that of a beard in their fists, tokens from an earlier battle and one that stood guard on the stairs, saluting his comrades with a grubby hand.<br><br>Their leader turned then at the noisy approach, hissing an irritated. "be quiet or he won't open the door!"<br><br>"Awww..."<br><br>Eight pair of eyes stared at the barred oaken door of the tower. Eight pair of eyes waited before their leader, the eldest one cleared his throat and ordered the others from the vantage of one newly turned fourteen to "go see if he'll open the door for you" with a wave of the broken bow. The Oldest female pouted, nodded and stepped to the door, knocking, voice a lilting soprano. "Papa? Papa? Won't you come out and play with us?"<br><br>A younger voice piped in, female... innocent, angelic. Oh what lies the little demons could weave. "yes, wun yu pway wif us?"<br><br>Trapped.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To charm a prince</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 17:40:53</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=74652.msg3256160#msg3256160">Quote from: haikuoftears on 07-07-2010, 14:46:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Prelude<br><br><br>-------<br><br>Somewhere else one might call Hell.... {or France}<br><br>"Papa!"<br><br>"Where's papa?"<br><br>"Why're you asking, runt?"<br><br>"Ow... Margaret hitted me!"<br><br>"Did not!"<br><br>"Did to!"<br><br>"Be quiet Peg, I did not!"<br><br>"I'm telling papa"<br><br>Only the sounds of stomping feet could be heard then, as four pairs of enemy boots bounded up the stairs from the foyer to the tower where they knew their quarry would be hiding, cowering like the fallen warrior that he was. Already his little sanctuary was surrounded, flanked by yet more enemies, one armed with a broken bow, a pair of twins that had a determined look and a clump of smoking hair that was suspiciously like that of a beard in their fists, tokens from an earlier battle and one that stood guard on the stairs, saluting his comrades with a grubby hand.<br><br>Their leader turned then at the noisy approach, hissing an irritated. "be quiet or he won't open the door!"<br><br>"Awww..."<br><br>Eight pair of eyes stared at the barred oaken door of the tower. Eight pair of eyes waited before their leader, the eldest one cleared his throat and ordered the others from the vantage of one newly turned fourteen to "go see if he'll open the door for you" with a wave of the broken bow. The Oldest female pouted, nodded and stepped to the door, knocking, voice a lilting soprano. "Papa? Papa? Won't you come out and play with us?"<br><br>A younger voice piped in, female... innocent, angelic. Oh what lies the little demons could weave. "yes, wun yu pway wif us?"<br><br>Trapped.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>~Marquee Remy De'Estrees~<br><br>Remy sat in his tower study before him documents and paper work that needed to get done so that his small 'kingdom' would prosper and he could stay home and take care of his 'little angels' he shuddered at the thought... yet for several years that is what his children where.. well behaved for the most part and not troublesome.. then their mother took ill...<br><br>It pained him still thoughts of his dear Reba such a slight woman the fact that God had blessed her with such a fertile woman had amazed him.. yet it also had taxed her ... it seems each child she bore stole from her a small part ... and though he had tried to be careful such was the will of God with a man so well endowed and virile that no sooner had she given birth to one babe that she was once again with child... yet that still did not stop her performing her wifely tasks and even when she was in full blossom she made certain that he had been .... satisfied... <br><br>He heard his little army of chaos outside his barred door.... he smiled... his hand going up to his now Bare chin... he knew that they where good at heart.. yet the mischievousness was more a cause of there small broken hearts and the loss they also felt for there mother.<br><br>But what was he too do? Even the servants where at a loss when it came to the children.. they knew that he over indulged his children and he dealt HARSHLY with any that would dare to lay a hand on them.. thus they had run of the keep... thus it was harder and harder to find any who would stay under the rules laid out by the Marquee.. <br><br>More so it was not possible to find any 'Lady' of proper breeding to bring in who would not only be of good stock but also good blood .... he knew none would ever take the place of his most loved and now departed wife.. but ... his children needed a Mother... his eyes moved to a letter.. a 'Mi-stiff' from a Friend a diplomat of the courts who was now in England and had supped at the home of one Baron Manchester.. it seems the Baron had a daughter and had debt... the daughter had taken care of many a child brought in from her fathers remarriage and she was soon to be of a serviceable age.. his friend knowing of his 'situation' had suggested 'perhaps' some sort of contract could be entered into.. a joining of blood and an out for his current situation.<br><br>Remy had received the letter a fort night back and he had spent much time in consideration of these words... he stroked his bare chin and smiled.. "An English woman as nanny..." he could not think Mother.." and too warm my bed... " he pondered the implications of such a joining but as she was not french he did not worry about her being as ... skilled as his late wife.. she would need to be trained and as long as she did as she was told.<br><br>Yes perhaps this was the best choice.. though he was not certain as to weather he would bed her or not.. of course since he would be wedding her he would have to bed her once less the Lord above not consider there union just.. but after that.. <br><br>A scrapping out side his door caused his eyes to go to the wood and he sighed... his mind set now.. he closed and sealed the letter.. inside where instructions to his 'friend' to start a negation with the father of the woman in question and to offer the hint of 'assistance' in clearing of his debt should things go well.. but first a visit of the 'girl' would need to occur and he would have to make certain she was 'worthy' of being his second wife.<br><br>He stood placed the letter safely away ... and moved to the door.. unbarring then.. unlocking he steeled himself and stepped out and into the corridor.. prepared to do battle once again with his tiny little army...<br><br>Later the next day... the letter was in the hands of a trusted messenger and on it's way to England...<br><br>*tags*
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				Title: <strong>Re: To charm a prince</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>haikuoftears</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 12:32:07</strong>
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				<br>The horde of imps…err, rather… the troop of little brats waiting outside his door stood side by side like a herd of waiting lions, blinking owlishly at the large form that emerged from behind the barred oaken doors. Four of the twelve brood he was blessed by his dead wife with. The twins, Luth and Lutor blinked up at their father, fists clenching around the remnants of his beard as if fearing he would try to take the trophy of the hunt from there. The lisping angel, young Megs smiled sweetly, showing a gap in front of her mouth. The The oldest in the group let his arrow fly, which, true to the training he received, didn’t miss its mark. <br><br>“Ha! I got him! I got him!” Jax crowed, hopping away as his tiny arrow stuck and pierced his father’s vest. Luckily it caught, so the only casualty was the fabric. The stomping that came from the stairs got louder, and a girl about the same age as the archer launched herself at her father with a squeal of a delighted “papa!”<br><br>“Oh be quiet… the bastard isn’t dead yet.” The last came from his oldest son, who came strolling up the stairs with the raven he had adopted perched on his shoulder, a wing splinted. Andrean frowned and crossed his arms, 14 to the day, he had made himself his father’s nemesis, as being the oldest, he remembered how they had been left behind as he joined the campaigns, and as their mother breathed her last. He narrowed his eyes rebelliously at his father then snorted. “Too bad…” then stomped off, even as a shrill scream pierced the tower windows. The beekeepers bees were furious again. And the rest of the brood turned to look at their hero.<br><br>Andrean merely smiled maliciously and continued downstairs, heedless of the chaos he just wreak upon the castle servants.<br><br>~~~***~~~<br><br>Later….<br><br>The letter came not a day too late.<br><br>She had just come in from walking, or rather… hounding her step siblings, apron full of fallen autumn apples, giving her an awkward gait, her dark lustrous hair hidden under an unsightly cap that had seen better days, so faded that one wouldn’t even dare call it white anymore. She peered from behind the hall to eavesdrop, before her oldest stepbrother stepped behind her and licked her neck. She whirled, bumping her apple laden apron against the wall in her haste to push him away.<br><br>“Do you know what they’re talking about?” Adrian hissed, then grabbed her arm, forcing her to listen. “They’re selling you. Like a pig. But mother won’t give you away no matter how much they offer… do you know why?”<br><br>Estelle winced and listened anyway, as her stepbrother leaned forward. “She knows I want you for myself…”<br>“Well now, the man wants a woman with the face of a dog and the body of an ox. And one who could take care of his brood. With that amount of dowry I’d even give him our horse.” Baron Manchester’s wife, regal and graceful to the day, though with the cold cruelty that twisted an otherwise promising lips into an unpleasant moue. Her husband, once a fellow knight, now slumped in the large chair of their dilapidated home, nursing yet another bottle of ale. He snorted and slammed a hand on the desk.<br><br>“I’ll not sell my daughter to some clumsy barbarian no matter how much he offers!” he bellowed, pointing at the messenger with shaking fingers, his fury was so great. <br><br>That was the benediction Estelle was waiting for, stumbling out of Adrian’s greasy paws and into the little meeting, voice rising, breaking in a furious half sob. “And why is that father? You’ve sold me long before when you remarried.”And then she turned to the messenger, with the shadows to hide her, she was every bit as homely as her stepmother said. “Does your lord really want me?”<br><br>“Impudent brat!” screamed the woman, then turned apologetically the their guests. Ÿou have to excuse her. She’s only a halfbreed afterall. Not of full English blood.” This was ignored by the girl as she repeated.<br><br>“Does your lord really want me for his wife?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To charm a prince</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rog the Rake</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 00:29:05</strong>
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				<em><strong>&lt;&lt;Remy&gt;&gt;<br><br>Remy plucked the shaft from his shirt and shook his head.. his hand moved to his face and he stroked it.. his eyes not showing the pain he felt ... how had he grown such distance from his own children. he looked to Andrean the boy should have been sent away this day to begin his training but such was the pain and anger between him and his oldest male child that he did not want to cause more striff but pushing him away.<br><br>He crossed his arms and glared at the children that stood before him reaching down he picked up young Amelia and lifted her into his arms.. so light and one of the few that did not seem to try and hurt him with her words he carried her forward.. "Come now one and all the hour is late and cook will have dinner ready for us.." he handed back the small arrow to his son and patted the boys head.. " A good shot a little more to right and it would have pierced clear to my heart" stepping through his brood he moved down the stairs.. not fearing being tripped as he carried Amelia in his arms.<br><br>Feeling a tug as he passes he see's young Meg looking up at him her eyes.. .o0(oh like her mother) stooping down he catches her in his other arm and hears a gale of laughter in his ear.. .o0(it is good to see them laugh) but he is not a mother yet he swears to do his best... .o0(Barek my friend I hope your search is going well..) On his heels young Luth and Luthor smile at each other each thinking of some new mischief...<br><br>~~~***~~~<br></strong></em><br>Later….<br><br>The letter came not a day too late.<br><br>She had just come in from walking, or rather… hounding her step siblings, apron full of fallen autumn apples, giving her an awkward gait, her dark lustrous hair hidden under an unsightly cap that had seen better days, so faded that one wouldn’t even dare call it white anymore. She peered from behind the hall to eavesdrop, before her oldest stepbrother stepped behind her and licked her neck. She whirled, bumping her apple laden apron against the wall in her haste to push him away.<br><br>“Do you know what they’re talking about?” Adrian hissed, then grabbed her arm, forcing her to listen. “They’re selling you. Like a pig. But mother won’t give you away no matter how much they offer… do you know why?”<br><br>Estelle winced and listened anyway, as her stepbrother leaned forward. “She knows I want you for myself…”<br>“Well now, the man wants a woman with the face of a dog and the body of an ox. And one who could take care of his brood. With that amount of dowry I’d even give him our horse.” Baron Manchester’s wife, regal and graceful to the day, though with the cold cruelty that twisted an otherwise promising lips into an unpleasant moue. Her husband, once a fellow knight, now slumped in the large chair of their dilapidated home, nursing yet another bottle of ale. He snorted and slammed a hand on the desk.<br><br>“I’ll not sell my daughter to some clumsy barbarian no matter how much he offers!” he bellowed, pointing at the messenger with shaking fingers, his fury was so great.<br><br>That was the benediction Estelle was waiting for, stumbling out of Adrian’s greasy paws and into the little meeting, voice rising, breaking in a furious half sob. “And why is that father? You’ve sold me long before when you remarried.”And then she turned to the messenger, with the shadows to hide her, she was every bit as homely as her stepmother said. “Does your lord really want me?”<br><br>“Impudent brat!” screamed the woman, then turned apologetically the their guests. Ÿou have to excuse her. She’s only a halfbreed afterall. Not of full English blood.” This was ignored by the girl as she repeated.<br><br>“Does your lord really want me for his wife?”<br><br><strong><em>~&lt; Barek Brute DeBane&gt;~<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He was not pleased with these.... people.. still the girl before him showed some merit and some strength and by GOD she had a fire in her. "Oui Mi lady I am most certain that the Marquee Remy.."<br><br>He was interupted by her 'father' who once again shouted that no daughter of his was going to off to some cursed foreighn land and be sold...<br><br>But the 'woman' not her mother he was certain.. calmed the man with a touch and a look.. so like a viper she disgusted him and like some chattle she spoke of the 'papers' and agreement that had been written to... Barek was disgusted but did not show up ... instead smiling and nodded to the woman and then ... as a thought he smiled..<br><br>"Oui Mi Lord the Marquee sent me hear seeking for him a... " he tried to choose his words... how to say.. but after what he had seen he thought perhaps truth would be best.. " He seeks someone to be his wife.. to tend his home and see to his children." there he had said it now he knew the questions would come out and he was a man of honor and would answer them.. most certainly once this young girl heard of the children she would not wish to agree to come with him and he would nor force her.<br><br>He saw the look that the woman .. the step-mother gave him .. but it was the father that surprised him.. "Children? he already has a wife and children what sort of man.."<br><br>Barek broke in... raising a hand.. " No .. No.. No... his wife she is no longer with us .. she passed while he was away.." he did not want to say while he was away fighting the barbarian's to the south.. "she passed and he came home now it is just him .. some servants.. his estate and lands and the children" <br><br>*tags*</em></strong>
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