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Post by Gabriel on Dec 25, 2009 16:46:26 GMT -5
Gabriel sat on the cold stone bench beside the slowly trickling stream that fed the many flower beds. "Rose of Red, mark the wounds of that have bled, and may the moon give rise to dreams, ripping reality along the seams." the poem was short basic and the mindless chatter of a very bored prince. "Gardens. At least it's quiet, damn these foreign diplomats. Huh, thats different, a single red rose on a bush of white." he reached the the rose, pricking a finger on a sinlge long thorn, a drop of blood landed on a nother rose staining the white petal with a spash of vibrant crimson.
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Post by Hatter Mad. on Jan 5, 2010 4:57:23 GMT -5
Wandering the lovely rose garden, Beatrix was daydreaming. A daydream that a prince would come, one who was beautiful and wonderful and kind, and actually cared about everyone else. Not a posh little boy like the ones that had come before. She knew that daydream was far from real though. If she didn't decide on one she liked before her 18th birthday, her father was going to choose someone. Which meant she had 8 months to find and fall in love.
She snapped out of her daydream, seeing a young man holding a red rose. She knew it was a Prince somebody from somewhere, one of her distant cousins or something. He looked okay, not too pooncy, and the fact that he was in a garden said something. Many of the other princes she had met had been too tough to look at flowers, or too pathetic to go outside. Maybe she would finally have a friend inside the castle walls. She had plenty of friends, but unfortunately it meant sneaking out to see them.
Her long, white gown made her appear to float across the ground when she moved. Standing slightly to the side of the prince she bowed her head, curtsying slightly. Oh, it was fun to tease them into thinking she was an obedient little princess.. Good-day, milord. I am Beatrix Astibois, and you are?, she said, outstretching a hand to be kissed.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 5, 2010 16:23:32 GMT -5
Gabriel looked up at her. The gown was nice, the effect almost mystical. The Curtsy was disconcerting. He decided to play the romantic. Mother always said he was to stiff and rigid around the women. He kissed the hand lightly.
"Gabriel Carmina Burana, Prince of Fells Marsh. Tis a Pleasure Mi'lady." he showed her the rose he had plucked. Carefully he snapped off the thorns, and fed it into her hair. "Care for a walk? Some of the flower beds have begun to bloom, it's quite." he snorted with laughter unable to hold up the charade any longer. "I am dreadfully sorry but this is not how I usually am, I am not a proper prince, so sorry to dissapoint you. However the invitiation is still out there. I may not be a prim proper pompous snot but I am a gentleman." he bowed wqith a smile and held out his hand.
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Post by Hatter Mad. on Jan 5, 2010 22:16:02 GMT -5
Beatrix smiled. He did seem a lot better than the others. She reached her hand up to feel the rose; its velvety softness, and his gesture making her blush. She quickly regained her composure, though. Does it look wonderful in my mess of hair? She asked.
When Gabriel revealed his true self, Bea grew even happier. She wondered if he knew how much she despised the three P's. Then she snorted Proper prince? You could be a servant and I would care less. Whats the point of classes anyway? She lowered her head, slightly ashamed at her outburst. Though she had strong opinions, and wanted people to hear them, whenever she said anything they always scorned her. She didn't want to scare this Gabriel away, he may just be a good friend.
I would love to walk with you. She took his hand, standing, a soft smile on her face.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 6, 2010 10:17:01 GMT -5
"According to the Gardener at my father's estate the it is the responsibility of the higher classes to look after and protect the lesser classes. I feel the same, but sometimes I i feel that being a prince is like being a slave. I want to protect the less fortunate but I want my freedom aswell." he smiled. "As for your first question, now that I have had ample opportune to devise a cunning method of delivery. You would look an angel in a rough sack and mud, while being dragged by a mule down through a farmers freshly mulched field." he chuckled softly. He turned, the long cape of bear fur swishing aside, revealing the bottom half of a hand and a half sword. "This cape and sword go together you know. In fact the sword wasn't meant to be mine. The bear had stumbled into the grain stores and the knights refused to kill it. It went after a small child and I used this sword," He pulled the long gleaming blade out one handed. "to kill it. My father was furious he sent me to the docks a punishment."
Gabriel roared with laughter. "I made fair amount that summer. Enough to buy a work horse for the old gardener. This year my father has decided that until I learn proper court manners shall stay here, under the same tutors as you." he paused. "I was sent because a German Princess struck a servent girl whom I had befriend when I was young. I said somethings and then struck her. I freely admit I took it too far. I will not abide anyone harming those I care about. I would have done the same to Clara if she had struck the princess. The princess was quick minded sharp, something I had never seen in a princess before. She kept me amused with games of stragety and tact." he shook his head. He did not regret his decision.
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Post by Hatter Mad. on Jan 6, 2010 12:38:16 GMT -5
I suppose, but I wish we didn't have to live up here, all comfortable and getting everything we want, while they are down there fighting to feed their families, and having to work for a living. They are friendly folk, but I guess they are lucky because I have heard of other rulers not treating their civilians quite as nicely as father treats his.
She laughed merrily as he called her an angel, replying, Oh of course! And you, my prince, would seem a saint, even covered in nasty insects, and thrown onto the streets to rot like a half eaten apple. She smirked before collapsing in a fit of giggles. Absent-mindedly plucking a rose from a bush, she twirled it in her fingers, trying to get the vision of the bear out of her head, a small child killing it. A flicker of disgust crossed her face before she could contain it.
Covering her tracks she replied to the last thing he had said. Temper easily gets the better of a man. But it is good to try.. God knows if I'd let fly every time I wanted to, father probably would have sent me away a long time ago. But you should find it much more pleasing here, the folk are all gentle, just watch out for father, or His Royal Highness, as they say.. [/color][/blockquote][/size]
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 7, 2010 9:30:57 GMT -5
"I prefer to stay out side the walls whenever possible. There is a place out by the forest with crystal falls. A beautiful place, about two hours walk from here, if we left now we could catch the sunset." he picked up on her distate for the killing of the bear. "I would rather have not killed it. He was an old thing, a beast to respected. He usually left us alone. In summers I fed him berries from my hand. The Hydraphoby struck him. In the end letting him live was to let him suffer."
"As for your father, I have thus far succesfully avoided him. I dread supper tonight, for I have been asked to sit beside you at the head of the table. I am not fond of being a spectacle."
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Post by Hatter Mad. on Jan 9, 2010 11:32:27 GMT -5
I also prefer to venture, rather than staying in this prison. Father hates me going out there, but he doesn't ever come to visit me during the day, so he doesn't even know. Let us leave for this place you speak of, it sounds beautiful.
Beatrix smiled sadly at the bear story. It would be lovely to have a pet. Father lets me ride the horses occasionally, but then its always side saddle, and 'horses aren't good for young ladies'. He doesn't even know his own daughter.. [/color] With a sly wink Beatrix said, I'm sure you'll find dinner entertaining, one of the commoner ladies sings, she has the most beautiful voice, like an angel. If father asks you things, just make sure you say 'Your majesty' and he'll love whatever you say. Mother won't bother you.[/color][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 11, 2010 6:13:53 GMT -5
"The Secret of the Garden walls." he mumbled as he pushede his way through a shrub wall through a rotted old doorway. "I noticed this on my way in. it cuts down on having to go around the castle." he pulled her through "Come on!"
OOC: muse is low just got hom an hour ago havent slept sns i woke up sat at noon... so over 24 hours...XD
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