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Post by Amalric Maulesel on May 30, 2012 20:35:13 GMT -5
Amalric Maulesel was an exaggeration. He was a breast plate inflated like blown glass – hot air filled all his cracks and flaws, but like a mule, he will ignore them. His exaggeration projects itself all around the city, painted on the brown and gold banners hanging down lampposts and across bridges. He was a glorious blimp of a myth below the king, and it was this very myth the rebels challenged with low voices in the shadows of this grand parade.
Duke Maulesel was nothing but an exaggeration, and as he sat in the slim, dining room chair pulled out for him in his white tunic and brown breeches, he looked nothing but an impatient child. His arms were crossed as he waited in a nest of white fabric. Seamstresses lifted their needlework above their heads as they walked around him. His mother, the old Duchess, had arranged for the men to attend Dahlia's dress fitting. Although a suitor had not been decided for her as of yet, their mother had always been a prompt woman who planned for matters in advance. There were several gowns already laid out on chairs and a screen set up for a woman to change behind. ”Dahlia, how many hours will this take, he asked?” he inquired, tossing his voice over the screen.
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on May 31, 2012 13:59:36 GMT -5
 [ t h e r e I s a q u e s t I o n f o r a n s w e r s a n u n q u e n c h a b l e t h i r s t ]In The Burning Heart The Unmistakable Fire[ I n t h e d a r k e s t n I g h t r i s i n g l i k e a s p i r e ]It was a wonderful day; in fact Siegfried had enjoyed a ride earlier that morning. But now, he was spending some time with his family. He was sitting on the window edge, his back against the wall and his face enjoying the cool breeze. He could see his siblings, Amalric was beginning to lose patience and Daila could not decide on which dress she liked most. It made the young Maulesel smirk. One leg was elegantly folded and the other outstretched on the long frame of the great window. His hands were engaged, for e was playing a delightful melody with his harp.
He loved doing so and, though his brother would not admit it at times, everyone loved to listen to his tunes. Not only could he play peaceful and delightful songs, but also those to cheer a mood. It had pleased his family for many, many years, and he did not consider ceasing such hobby, for he enjoyed it very much.
One could argue that the Maulesel were very different people and did not get on well with one another, and though at times Siegfried could not stand some of them, they were his family, and he still loved them dearly. He would risk his very life to protect them, if need be.
Right now he enjoyed just sitting nearby, watching them and hearing them talk. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes as his fingers played on a tune. At least for this time, at this moment, everything was perfect, his family was well and no problem emerged that could change that state of perfection. He took in the fresh smell of the river and wild flowers carried over by the cool wind, as it travelled back and forth the land. He could not deny they were lucky for living in this castle, it had the most wonderful views, and not only that, but it also granted them a good strategic location and it also made the castle inaccessible by invaders. It had been well planed.
Siegfried’s companion, a beautiful falcon called Beon, was flying just above Siegfried, and it soon landed on the young noble’s right shoulder as he continued to play on. Siegfried smiled and wondered what his siblings had planned for the rest of the day, did Daila had to stand the company of men who wished for her hand in marriage? Would Amalric give into wine and merry conversation, or decide to play a chess game against one of his male siblings so he could boast at winning? Would they decide to go for a stroll or a ride by the river? It was such a fine day; mayhap they would make the best of it an go for a pick nick? They did not have to travel for long distances and would also grant them some time to spend together away form their everyday duties and obligations. ( word count ) 909 ( status ) tagged maulesels ( place ) ascalon castle ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: Burning Heart by Survivor
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Post by Dalia Maulesel on May 31, 2012 18:40:44 GMT -5
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if i leave my heart with you tonight promise me that you're gonna treat it right. | Dalia stood silently yet impatiently as her appointed servants trapped her in another awful contraption that was supposedly a wedding gown. She’d already tried on and swiftly rejected some horrid excuse for a wedding gown. “I am not some peasant girl,” she’d snapped at the servants. It wasn’t their fault, she knew, but they were the ones that chose to even try to put her into it.
Dress fitting was far from her favorite things to do—she hated them with a passion—but mother insisted on her being prepared for the future marriage and mother always knows best. That still didn’t stop the young lady from seething with impatience and frustration. And the fact that she had to parade the gowns for her brothers irritated her further. The single silver lining was that Siegfried was the icon of patience and peace while playing his harp. Easy for him. He wasn’t being dressed in some poofy monstrosity with a corset that was far too tight.
She had to admit, though, that the dress was far better than the first. The edges along the split in her skirt and her chest and shoulders were lined with pearls. The sleeves on her forearms were delicate, layered cloth.
“Dalia, how many hours will this take?” her eldest brother asked impatiently from on the other side of the changing screen.
Swallowing her impatience, Dalia took a deep breath and forced a smile before she replied as sweetly as she could and with plenty impatience seeping through the façade, “Perhaps you should try one of them on and model it so that you may judge the amount of time for yourself, brother.”
Just then, a needle jabbed her in side where a seamstress was attempting to repair the seam between the skirt and bodice of the dress. “Ow!” she yelped, more angry than hurt. “Pay attention to what you’re doing,” she snapped impatiently at the poor girl. “Just stop,” the young lady said, shooing the seamstresses away. She stepped from behind the screen so that she could show the dress to her brothers, though she was far from pleased with it.
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Post by Amalric Maulesel on Jun 4, 2012 8:08:31 GMT -5
Immediately after Dalia's response, Amalric rolled his eyes to Seigfried. His younger brother had come fully occupied. He sat by the window, playing his harp, showering his hunting falcon with the most loving gaze. Perhaps that boy should marry his bird? The eldest Maulesel would pass along this input to his mother one day.
”Seigfried,” motioning for his courtly brother to lower the instrument. Amalric considered the harp women's' music, and although the young noble had a talented ear, Amalric found this occupation rather embarrassing. ”Seigfried, I think the first dress was quite good enough. If you do to, I say we call it it a day. All this white and these frills, all this dresses, they look the same.”
He then turned back to the screen curtain, his elbow on the arm of his chair, his cheek pressing into his fist. ”There is already a hunting party leaving for the Timberlands this afternoon.”
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Post by Siegfried Maulesel on Jun 4, 2012 15:55:09 GMT -5
[ t h e r e I s a q u e s t I o n f o r a n s w e r s a n u n q u e n c h a b l e t h i r s t ]In The Burning Heart The Unmistakable Fire[ I n t h e d a r k e s t n I g h t r i s i n g l i k e a s p i r e ] Siegfried knew that Amalric could not stand his taste for the harp, among many other things. In fact, few persons could actually tolerate the elder song of the Duke Maulesel. But Siegfried still loved his brother, and he had come to the point where he no longer cared what Amalric said of him, his habits, hobbies and friends, he was the man he now was and nothing would change that. Not even his brother’s insistence with stating that he had little taste here and there and little skills for everything. His elder brother loved comparing himself with the rest of his siblings, feel himself to be the best and yet be rebellious enough to not allow his mother to think of a possible engagement for the man. Sometimes Siegfried wished he could laugh at this whole situation, but this dealt with his brother’s life and as much as he disliked how he behaved at times, he could never be disrespectful toward his family. Even when some members could be abusive and patronizing toward him. He simply was not the revenging type of person, besides, he enjoyed his life and for that same reason he made the best of it.
That was why he enjoyed playing his harp in a way to soothe his sister and bring her some comfort instead of stressing about like Amalric did. Of course, he would always find a way to stop Siegfried from doing anything that would help others. He thought his younger brother was a soft man, whose main weaknesses were his music and Beon the falcon. He smirked lightly at the annoyance in Almaric’s eyes. Well, this was home.
”Seigfried,”
He shrugged and continued to play a quieter song, until he heard the noise behind the curtains to be reduced to some whispers and some steps. He knew that Dalia had found something she liked and was about to emerge in all her beauty and charm. His eyes moved toward the curtains waiting for her to come out.
”Seigfried, I think the first dress was quite good enough. If you do to, I say we call it a day. All this white and these frills, all this dresses, they look the same.”
Siegfried watched his sister come out like a true noble’s daughter, but it was not her physical beauty the only thing captivating about her but her spirit and the strong temperament she possessed, they burned in her eyes like the ocean waves. He smiled upon looking at her and he stopped playing his harp. However his smile faded somewhat when he looked at her face. She did not have the happiness of a bride about to be betrothed to the man who had captivated her heart. She looked tired, hurt by Almaric’s words and the insistence on finding her suitors. Yes, he knew that well. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. If only something could be done to have her live a happier life, one truly worthy of her. He looked into Dalia’s eyes and said, “I believe this one suits her, however, she would always be beautiful no matter what dress she wore.” He gave her that reassuring smile, he would never let her be unhappy no matter what their parents wished of her. She was indeed his heart’s delight and joy.
”There is already a hunting party leaving for the Timberlands this afternoon.”
Siegfried turned to look at his brother and upon jumping back into the room; Beon the falcon flew away upon Siegfried’s command. He approached his elder brother, “Are you planning on joining them, brother?” ( word count ) 909 ( status ) tagged maulesels ( place ) ascalon castle ( notes ) Harp [/size][/center] Song: Burning Heart by Survivor
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Post by Amalric Maulesel on Jun 16, 2012 16:31:07 GMT -5
Amalric looked at his younger brother with astonishment, then melted into disappointed. "Of course I am planning to join them. Such adventures are what make the Maulesel heart beat!" he answered. Amalric always loved the thrill of the woods and the rhythm of his horse under his ass. The gentle rattle of the light chain mail and saddles was it's own beauty and far more pleasing than this white dresses of such gorgeous material. "Yes, so then, if she is beautiful in all the dresses, why am I necessary?"
Dahlia had long ago mastered the charms of a lady, her small nose and pink lips highlighting her kitten-like youth. More than once, Amalric's vassals had inquired about her health, and though the Duke pushed the idea out of his mind more than once, he knew she was doomed to be engaged very soon.
"This entire affair shall be over so soon, so I don't see the point in such effort on my part." He crossed his arms and judged the new dress. "Though I do prefer the other one."
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