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Post by Fane Valeri Aleksandar on Aug 6, 2012 10:21:22 GMT -5
now the dark begins to rise save your breath; it's far from over | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] I WILL NOT BREAK
He had only been living in the castle for a little under two weeks. The halls of the castle had yet to feel familiar or even welcoming. He still wasn’t sure how the lovely Rosaria had lured him into returning to the court life that he’d left at such a young age. Somehow, the luxurious setting still felt… wrong. The young man was introduced to the monarchy and the public as a hero—he had protected the princess from her kidnapper and returned her home safely—even if it was a title that he hardly deserved. He was, after all, the reason she was taken in the first place. That rush of adrenaline had been too hard to ignore and he certainly didn’t regret his choices in Ascalon for a second.
The royal palace, however, was a different story. It had been nearly fourteen years since he was remotely involved with politics or court. Being thrown back into it—in a new country, no less—was a bit disorienting, even for the most cunning and devious young man.
The Crymean noble strolled through the stone halls of the palace with no clear destination in mind. In fact, he wasn’t even certain where he was in the castle. Then again, it didn’t particularly matter. What mattered was that he was bored. Court life had its intrigue, but he was in that stage where he was so new, no one considered him a legitimate threat. If they knew what had really happened between him and the lovely Rosaria in the woods, however, they might have changed their minds. He doubted they realized just how much his arrival changed things… And he doubted they realized how dangerously close the thief was to the eldest princess.
And as her savior, well… his role in court was far from minor.
Although, that truth did not yet mean that he was pleased with his choice to accept a life involved with court. Thus far, it had been boring. There was hardly anything to do and he was watched too closely to do and get away with anything fun. It was beyond frustrating.
He wandered through the royal halls, hardly paying any mind to his direction or surroundings. He ignored the guards and courtiers that he passed. Instead, the young thief retreated into his mind as he roamed the castle, considering those moments in the woods with the princess, oblivious to his surroundings—something that was rare for the young thief.
414 WORDS , ISABELLA , COMPLETE! |
table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0 (It's awful, I'm sorry) |
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Post by Isabella Black on Aug 8, 2012 11:28:41 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere  {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- It was customary for nobles around the whole of Etrias to visit the Lords of Caer l’Aurore, even though the Black family was utterly against the monarchy and Isabella’s father was strongly linked with the rebels, they did an awfully good job at hiding such and pretending nothing ever happened. Isabella knew her father was quite good at talking and not only that, but he could hide any dark motives behind his benevolent glace and handsome composure. She loved her family despite the way they behaved or how forgotten she was to them, and as such she was naïve to her family’s truly black heart. Maybe she was too young, but her gentleness made up for all the things she pretended to ignore about her progenitors.
She was walking about the castle, tired of complimenting the kings and smiling at her father’s poetical words, which did not show his true intentions. Her family contested to gain the king’s favour and she was glad she was dismissed so she could keep the princesses company. Now that she was on her own she felt slightly more at ease and she felt too shy to dare approach the glamorous princesses of Etrias and simply watched them walk by the gardens. They had such class and presence, Isabella felt undeserving of such delight. She ran a hand through her long golden hair and examined the incidents since she returned home not long ago.
It was true that she did not possess any like or dislike toward the royal family, but she did feel gratitude when it came to the crown prince, Joscelin de Valore. Not too long ago he had saved her from a band of thieves who had taken her hostage. And though she knew of her family’s posture toward the royals of Etrias, she had agreed to come on this trip in order to warn the prince and in a way pay the favour back.
But then…
That day the prince had been so attentive to her, she knew deep inside that something had changed within the two of them.
Whether Joscelin also acknowledged this or not, she knew not, but it was there and she could still feel it now as she walked on wondering where he was in this castle and if she would happen to cross paths with him eventually. Of course, she did not know that she was about to… not cross paths… but rather stumble paths with someone, however this was not the crown prince of Etrias.
She gasped as she fell backwards to the floor and the book she had been carrying with her opened up and fell right on the middle, some pages ha been harmed by the fall. Some of the guards turned to look at Isabella who immediately felt silly for having smashed into someone and not looking where she was going. And what if this was the crown prince or the king himself? – They would think her silly for falling that way!
She was so embarrassed she dared not look up or say a word. * rise against |
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Post by Fane Valeri Aleksandar on Aug 21, 2012 16:00:40 GMT -5
now the dark begins to rise save your breath; it's far from over | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] I WILL NOT BREAK
A sudden collision pulled him from his thoughts. The impact caused him to stumble back a step or two and shocked him back to reality. What he hadn’t expected was to find the daughter of the man who often shared dinner and a glass of fine Crymean wine with his parents. A crooked smile tugged at his mouth at the sight of the young woman, especially when their first meeting flashed through his mind.
He was only six when they met; she was four. As any young boy would do when a girl he’d never met was visiting his home, Fane was hardly willing to accept her. At age six, he was already growing into the arrogant man he became so at first he ignored her. The next time her father visited the Aleksandar home, Fane remembered teasing her incessantly. He wasn’t sure what kept the girl coming back again and again with her father, whether it was his influence or her pride or her determination, but she eventually won the Crymean boy over. They were friends after that, or at least until his parents died and he was firmly on the road to hell with his decisions. That’s when her father stepped in and forbade the girl from seeing him.
He leaned down and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor as a result of the crash and flipped through a couple of the pages. “You used to despise pursuits of the mind. If I recall correctly, you were more inclined to run through the woods than sit and read,” he commented in his still-accented and cool and confident voice. Fane looked up from the book, that roguish smile still teasing the corners of his mouth.
290 WORDS , ISABELLA , COMPLETE! |
table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0 (It's really short and I'm sorry about the long wait) |
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Post by Isabella Black on Oct 29, 2012 19:10:57 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- Which would be the correct words to say you were sorry for being so clumsy? What kind of a noble was she if she could not show poise when walking in the corridors? Was she so lost in her own boredom that she had to look deeply in her thoughts and forget she was even walking by? She could imagine the reaction on the other person, what if her parents were looking? She quickly turned side ways, well her face briefly did anyway, but she sighed relief when there was no trace of anyone, even the guards. She had been spared from further humiliations then, which was good. But… there were no guards about, what was she thinking? She went for a very long walk on her own, and had stumbled into someone, for all she knew this person could be a thief, or a friend to her past kidnappers, or even this Jonas who was friends with her father yet he seemed to threaten her with death every time they met. But what could she do against such threat? Her father forbade her from taking her bow and arrows with her as a guess of the royal palace. So she would be as defenceless as a mouse!
But a silence followed. As she looked at the floor she noticed the person picked up her book and began to flip through a couple of pages and by the tone of it seemed unimpressed with its content. It was then she discovered the person to be a man; hopefully she would not be in big trouble. If there was a weapon she could exploit at the moment it was her talent with words. She was so witty her family had a hard time trying to persuade her whenever she made up her mind about something.
After what felt like a century the man spoke.
“You used to despise pursuits of the mind. If I recall correctly, you were more inclined to run through the woods than sit and read,”
There was something in the foreign accent and his tone that seemed awfully familiar. And his words were so true; this man must have known her for many years!
It was then she took up the courage to look up at the man and slowly the image of this person came back in her memories. This was her old friend Fane! But what could he be doing in this castle, she wondered? She slowly stood up and said, “Fane? Is that really you old friend?” She smirked to his words and took the book from his hands saying, “You fail to remember I’m a ‘lady’ and as such I can only read and work.” There was irony and mockery in her tone, which ensured Fane knew she was not happy with that way of life. The worst thing was her parents forced her to get on only with those persons they approved of. That was how her childhood friendship with Fane had ended. She sighed and said, “I am terribly sorry if I stopped visiting and I never gave you any reasons for such behaviour, you know how my father can be.”
“Anyway, what are you doing in the castle? I heard you had gone on a different path not too long ago. How has life treated you? I’m afraid I can only remember our adventures together inside that cold castle, having no freedom is the worst of situations.” Yet her father surprised her, why had they come to visit the lords of Caer l’Aurore when they could not stand the royal family? Was there something planned she did not know about? It had not been long since her father allied with the rebels.
* rise against |
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Post by Fane Valeri Aleksandar on Nov 1, 2012 16:37:59 GMT -5
The woman slowly looked up and he noticed the shock on her face. Clearly she hadn’t been expecting him to be there—to be fair, he hadn’t either. He enjoyed her stunned silence as she slowly stood. “Fane? Is that really you, old friend?”
“În carne și oase,” he replied in his native tongue, an amused smirk on his face.
“You fail to remember I’m a ‘lady’ and as such, I can only read and work.” Her tone spoke volumes to how pleased she was with that statement. If that hadn’t clued him in, then her expression would have in a heartbeat. He understood the sentiment as well—he was technically a lord, after all, though as a man, he had more freedom to do as he pleased than she did.
Fane’s amused smirk grew. “You? A lady? Since when?” Who would he be if he didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to tease her? The last he’d seen her was nearly a decade ago and she had certainly grown up into a young woman. How she had changed internally and who she had become was a question that he could not answer simply by looking at her. He knew from experience that looks could be very, very deceiving, so much so that he didn’t know what he should look like anymore. Was he a mere peasant and thief who was now trying to step into the shoes he’d abandoned years ago? Or had he always been a nobleman hiding from his true identity? The better question was: who did he want to become?
“Anyway, what are you doing in the castle? I heard you had gone on a different path not too long ago. How has life treated you?”
“I suppose that means you had not heard? I rescued Prințesă Roza and returned her safely to the castle a couple of weeks ago.” Of course, no one needed to know that he was the one who spirited her away in the first place. Such nuances were trivial. “Life has been interesting to say the least.” Since his parents died, he’d left Crymea for activities about which men of high standing would surely shake their heads in disapproval. Throughout the past nearly ten years of experiences, Fane never lost his noble birth arrogance despite the number of crimes he’d committed; from the way he stood to the confidence that he exuded was just as telling as her mocking tone about being a lady.
Translation:
În carne și oase. - In the flesh.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Isabella Black on Nov 4, 2012 13:20:32 GMT -5
ISABELLA b l a c k
noble • muscician • fair • sincere {As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten…there is no reconciliation that will put me in my place} --- “În carne și oase,”
She rolled her eyes at his smirk. He had not changed one bit. But it looked like he was enjoying himself, compared to reports she would receive of him being in a band of thieves. She wondered if he had changed of life and was now a member of the royal guard, an advisor to the King or courting one of the Princesses. Truth be told, you never knew with this man. He was trick and mysterious and since their loss of connection she never heard of him again, in a way she had been let down of his lack of persistence, he never tried to contact her again. She ignored the reasons, but it brought sorrow to her heart and it still did so today. Why did he not contact her the moment he regained his noble title? He was the only friend she had, and had suffered many lonely years since their paths separated. Of course she did not say any of what she was thinking, she did not wish to burden him and… she did not think he had ever thought on the matter, what is more, if he now courted one of the Princesses, Isabella did not wish to sound too attached to him, after all, their friendship had been ended many years ago, he probably had his new plans now, and she knew that deep in his heart he still sought revenge for what had happened to his family.
Isabella’s heart longed for a revenge of her own. But it was a different sort that could not be dealt with tainting a sword’s edge with blood. She wished to break free form all canons and rules. She wanted to live her own life, make her own decisions, work on the jewels she could craft quite nicely and make a living out of selling them to the kings of distant realms. She wanted to laugh and suffer on her own choices and finally meet someone who could love her that way and not tie any ropes on this wild stag, in case she would ever break free and run away. No, although Isabella was rather independent she was the most loyal person there had ever existed. In fact, she still loved her family, even though she suspected her father busied himself on dark businesses related to politics and power, she still loved him because he was her father and both had shared loving childhood memories, although now long gone, she was loyal to her family. And she had been loyal to her friendship with Fane, she had done everything at hand to help him when the tragedy unfolded and now, having met the Prince Joscelin, although ill favored by her family the Black household, Isabella remained loyal to her friendship toward the Prince… But alas, that was not all. Her tender heart had finally found its charmer.
“You? A lady? Since when?”
He certainly had not changed at all! She punched his right arm and said in mocking annoyance, “Yes Sir Fane, noble of mockery, I am a young Lady these days and wish I could only remain the young girl ignorant f the ways of the world, still dreaming of freedom when I reached a certain age. But I dare tell you, concerning my archery, horse riding and hunting abilities, nothing has changed, I am one of the best at all three, so I would be careful if I were you.” She stuck her tongue at him and then placed the book inside a pocket. It was truly refreshing meeting her old friend once again, how she had dreaded she would have to sit in a room with her family simply smiling and staring and whoever came to talk to her father. She was not allowed to say a word. In a way she did not understand her father’s need to be a merchant if he already held such noble title and was as rich as the generations before him. Mayhap this helped him in his nasty businesses.
“I suppose that means you had not heard? I rescued Prințesă Roza and returned her safely to the castle a couple of weeks ago.”
Now it was Isabella’s turn to mock Fane. One of the reasons being she knew what he used to dedicate to and found it hard to believe he had been the saviour instead of the kidnapper. She laughed softly and said, “Fane, really? You - a saviour? I am certain you are not being as honest with me as you used to be.”
She laughed some more before she added, “Or it could be my friend has finally fallen in love? For I have heard Princess Rosalia is truly beautiful, few rival such charms. Do not be afraid, my friend, I promise I will not tell a soul.” She winked at him. Although it was true that she always kept a secret, she could not avoid this opportunity to get back to him for having teased her so much. Yet she suspected that Fane now courted the Princess, she wondered what the Lords of Etrias and everyone else thought on the matter, did Prince Joscelin agree to this? – Either way, she would always support her friends. May they be as happy as life could allow.
“Life has been interesting to say the least.”
She smirked, “Better than boring then.” She could not complain however, she had had her share in adventures for the past months or so. “Have you met the Lords of Etrias then? Have you met all the Princes and Princesses?” * rise against |
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